Quick Transmigration: The Villain Gets Proposed to Every Day - Chapter 55

The Xuan Lingzong is located on the tallest mountain on the west side of the mainland. The white snow stretches out a long and long peak line. The birds are extinct from thousands of meters above the sky, the cold mist is dense, and the golden sun is flooding the spotless blue sky. , Cast the hot light shiningly down.

You can step into the mountain gate domain of the Xuan Lingzong, and the surrounding scenery changes instantly.

A picture of birds and flowers slowly unfolded in front of the crowd, lush green pines, verdant cypresses, magnificent halls made of marble scattered in the forest, clear and secluded, with sword light shining in the clouds and mist, piercing through the clouds, high mountains and flowing water, and the rhyme of the Sanskrit clock.

Several hours ago, standing in the training ground of Xu’s knife field, Xie Heng secretly watched Xu Wan’er reunite with her family with envy.

And only half a day later, he stood in front of the Xuan Lingzong’s main hall, and was hugged by the middle-aged man who rushed out hastily. The man held Xie Heng’s face with slightly callused fingers, his fingertips trembling. Water gradually emerged in the vicissitudes of life.

“It’s my child!” He was so excited, his lips trembled, “Like me, really like me!”

Xie Heng was also very excited in his heart, but there was still a vigilance in the young man’s heart-until the black-clothed youth fetched the spirit orb to test the bloodline, the halo flowing in the spirit orb stained with the blood of the two, separated two slender lines. The two people’s eyebrows fell into the center.

This is done.

Xie Heng was stunned.

The boundless snow, the bright sun and the scorching sun all overshadow in an instant, the idea of ​​”It turns out that Xie Yushen is not my biological father” came out clearly in my mind, and the heart-wrenching pain in the gloomy hall was also quietly overwhelmed. The tulle, Xie Heng’s heart lightened silently.

In Xie’s house before, Xie Heng never understood what he had done wrong so that he would not invite his parents to see him.

He practiced desperately, showing his extraordinary talents since he was a child, and gathered a lot of reputation on him. When he looked back excitedly and expectantly, he could only see Xie Yushen’s gloomy cold face.

Are you not lost?

That’s impossible.

Only after day after day of loss, the teenager has learned not to have expectations of his family. As long as he doesn’t ask for anything, he doesn’t like it, and life can make do with it.

Then Xie Yushen and Wang Yun pierced his heart, letting Xie Heng know that some people were vicious, far beyond the bottom line he could imagine.

At this moment, everything is turning around.

The stars of the mysterious pearl radiating bright light floated, and the bright white lines of light were faint, but not to be ignored. The brilliance proved his blood connection with the middle-aged person in front of him.

The black-clothed young man on the side was relieved with a smile, and said with emotion: “Finally found it, almost 20 years ago? It’s really harder to find a son than to collect pearls in the sea.”

“Uncle Master is at ease this time. You don’t have to grab us and do coolies. Eh Xiaobai, what do you say-don’t you know how to paint? Take a good look at this scene, especially the crying expression of Uncle Master, turning around. Let’s draw a picture of “Father and Son in the First Picture”, how about mounting it and giving it to the little uncle?”

“…Pei Yunyin, you want to die, don’t pull me.”

The whispers of the people next to him pierced through the mist and quietly passed into Xie Heng’s ears.

Like the sun scorching, dispelling a trace of coldness that has been hidden in my heart for a long time.

The stiff calf finally moved, the young man took a few steps forward, hugged the middle-aged man who was crying with joy, closed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips rose quietly.

…

The touching recognition of father and son lasted until the evening. The middle-aged man took Xie Heng to every corner of the Xuan Lingzong, from the training ground, the library to the spirit beast garden, and introduced the teenagers one by one in detail.

The gatekeepers in all places saluted Xie Heng, and a breath of Xie Heng was imprinted in the formation hub in the youth’s slightly blank eyes.

From this day on, all practice places will open doors of convenience to Xie Heng.

In the middle of the journey, middle-aged or old cultivators continued to hear the letter, took Xie Heng to look around, and touched the young man’s head lovingly, while sighing with emotion and relief, “the true image, the true image”, while holding him in his hand. Plug storage ring.

The ring is full of meeting ceremonies, ranging from spirit stones, heart techniques, sword armors, exquisite swords to elixir and wonders.

The Xie family’s rich family is a family of well-known practitioners in the local area, but at this moment, looking at the large number of precious elixir in the ring, Xie Heng couldn’t help but stunned secretly—many he couldn’t even name it.

This aristocratic genius finally understood what it means that there are heavens outside the world, and there are people outside the world.

Xuan Lingzong was obviously not a low-level sect that he could not remember, but a top-level hidden Sejong sect that surpassed the mortal world and could not even reach the Xie family.

And within a day of thanking Heng, he changed from an abandoned son who had been banished from his cultivation and was expelled from his house, and he became a young apprentice who was held in the palm of the Xuan Lingzong.

His biological father, Xie Tianwang, was a junior master of the Xuanling Sect, a ninth-rank master, and had a prominent position in the sect.

Only when he was hunted down by his enemies in his early years, he was separated from his pregnant wife. For the next ten years, Xie Tianwang has been frantically looking for his wife, ignoring the affairs of the clan.

Xie Tianwang’s cultivation is advanced, and he has been the target of many elders in the morning.

But since his accident, this person has lost any interest or preference, and the elders who are trying to win over Xie Tianwang’s hair become gloomy.

He put all his minds into the search, and all the disciples under the seat were drawn to be strong men. When he saw people all over the mountains, he asked, “Have you seen my master’s wife?” All of them were in a state of madness.

If the person asked directly answered “No”, he would receive an endlessly disappointed and disgusting look; but if he hesitated a little, he would immediately be pulled over his sleeve and asked: “Do you have an impression?”

“You think about it.”

“No, you must have a clue, you just didn’t take it to heart—think again!”

“Don’t go!”

“Stop! Do you want to? If you don’t want me to tell Master, you have a clue but don’t say it!”

It was so annoying that Pei Yunyin had a fight with the disciple because of this. It is said that the two had fought most of the night and almost cut off most of the mountain.

But the trouble turned into trouble. After everyone returned to their houses, they couldn’t help feeling sad when they looked at the desolate crescent moon outside the window.

The older generation watched Xie Tianwang grow up, and the younger generation listened to the story of Xie Tianwang and practiced. In their impression, he was a determined and proud swordsman. At a young age, he touched the peak of kendo. The sign and hope of Xuan Lingzong.

… instead of now, dejected and gloomy, almost carved with the word “mourning” on his forehead.

Fortunately, decades of hard search is not useless. This child, who has been expected by the whole family for nearly 20 years, finally stepped into the gate of Xuan Lingzong on such a light spring day.

Happy, happy!

At the end of the night, many people broke the vows from the beginning and drank heavily inside the mountain gate. With drunkenness and joy, they rushed to the door to see the legendary younger brother-including a certain surname Pei, who is not too troubled to watch the excitement. youth.

And they were fainted and dragged away by the hall after hearing the news, and they were about to be punished for hard work ranging from three to five days; a young man surnamed Pei who watched the excitement was also dragged and led by Cheng Shengbai who came over with a cold face. Go, and was thrown into the pond in the courtyard amidst a series of noises of “No, Xiaobai”.

Xie Heng was not disturbed by the roaring crowd.

He sat faintly in the hall, looking at the tempting delicacies in front of him, his aura was overflowing, and he was fascinating—it was like a dream.

Xie Tianwang kept picking up vegetables for him, pointing to the plate and saying, “This is the short horn of a hundred-year-old water snake, cut into thin slices, soaked in the spring water for a hundred days, and then roasted in a different fire.”

“This is a sabertooth fish under the ice of Youxi. It is plump and tender. After cooking, it is sprinkled with powder made from deep-sea mussel beads-eat more to see how thin you are?”

“It’s when you are growing up, so learn more from your second brother.”

Forced to “grow his body”, Xie Heng, who had actually grown up, recalled the row of seniors he saw in the afternoon—and quickly remembered who the second senior was, and he was very frightened.

It’s not that he has a good memory, but that brother is too conspicuous. One person can occupy the position of two people, which is two hundred kilograms. When he stands up, he looks like a towering mountain.

“…No, no need.” The boy resolutely refused before he rushed to pile up the same peak in the bowl, “I’m full.”

Xie Tianwang was taken aback and put down his chopsticks angrily.

“Okay, don’t eat anymore. You are tired all the way, you are also tired, why don’t you…”

Xie Heng smiled bitterly: “Wait a minute, don’t you…do not want to know the news of my mother?”

A long silence.

The table and chopsticks knocked on the edge of the white porcelain dish, making a crisp sound.

The middle-aged man lowered his head, the shadow enveloped his eyes, his sharp eyebrows lowered slightly, and in an instant, Xie Heng saw a fragile shadow from the tall man in front of him, so painful and unbearable.

Just a moment.

Xie Tianwang raised his head, his voice hoarse.

“Xiaoling…isn’t there anymore…”

Unable to look directly at the sullen face of the middle-aged man, Xie Heng turned his head slightly, curled his fingertips quietly, and whispered: “…So you know.”

After a long silence, Xie Tianwang put his hands over his eyes and let out a sad and dull sigh.

“I guessed it.” He paused, and then repeated, “I should have guessed it. Eighteen years ago, I dug three feet to find the escape route more than ten times. My ancestor’s family line was almost turned upside down by me, but you… just disappeared out of thin air.”

“I told myself that maybe Xiaoling was fine, but she just hid and didn’t want to see me.”

“I am implicated and fled all the way, maybe halfway through the child is gone, she blames me, hates me…whatever.”

“But as soon as I saw you today, I knew it was impossible. The only explanation left was Xiaoling…”

Xie Tianwang’s low voice stopped abruptly, as if he was extremely reluctant to say that word, his dry lips were opened together, and finally only a line of turbid tears flowed from between his fingers.

“…Don’t say it, don’t say it.”

As soon as the tears fell, they were quickly wiped off by the man. Xie Tianwang glared red eyes, barely squeezed out a gentle smile, and opened the topic: “My child, how have you been in the past ten years? Can the sword bone be a success?”