The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Chapter 14

Jing Feirong did what he said, and he came again.

——The figure is getting taller and taller, and the childishness in the appearance is still enough, but the dragon horn on the forehead has disappeared, and when approaching the tree, he tripped and fell.The holy sword made a mocking sword cry, Jing Feirong got up with a smirk, and walked to the tree, with a clear and cheerful voice: "Sacred tree, do you still remember me!"

Shen Shu: Do not disturb.

Jing Feirong sat down beside the tree, took out a pack of candied fruit from the brocade bag, put a piece in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Sacred Tree, today is my thousand-year-old birthday."

Sheng Jian was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he flew out and went to various places in Suliang Mountain to absorb spiritual energy.Jing Feirong watched the holy sword disappear into the wind and snow, chewed a few candied fruit, and then said slowly: "But I annoyed my father."

"Because I asked him about his father again." His side face looked downcast, his eyelashes fluttered twice, Jing Feirong said, "I don't think I'm wrong, they've been avoiding it all the time."

Chu Yanchuan looked at him quietly.

"Sacred tree, you know, the descendants of the dragon clan are connected to the person who gave birth to them by a divine vein, which will gradually dissipate and separate after a hundred years of birth. But when my father left me, I might only be a few months old. "

"The divine vein between me and my father was cut off abruptly, which prevented my cultivation from growing normally like my brothers and sisters."

"I have to spend several times more time cultivating, and my wounds heal slower than others. When I was two hundred years old, I was taken to the battlefield by my third brother. It was the order of my father, who asked me to go out early to experience and improve my cultivation."

Jing Feirong frowned slightly: "I did it one by one, but why, no one is willing to tell me about my father?"

The only response to him was the howling cold wind, Jing Feirong sighed, and said, "Sacred tree, I really want to meet my father and know what kind of person he is, the more everyone keeps this matter a secret, I will The more I can't bear it."

"Can you hear me?" Jing Feirong turned around and looked at the tree trunk, "Sacred tree, when will you be able to transform into a physical body?"

Of course Shenshu would not answer, Jing Feirong was silent for a while, put a candied fruit on the grass, and said, "Please eat the candied fruit."

The young man left, Chu Yanchuan looked at the thin figure in the heavy snow, the holy sword followed Jing Feirong, the world was vast and depressed.

When Jing Feirong came again, he was missing his left hand.

That face looked dignified and handsome, and the youthful demeanor was vivid and vivid, but the expression was not very good - after all, with a broken hand, no one could laugh.

Jing Feirong fell down as soon as he got to the tree. He was beaten with a hundred lashes on his back, and he hasn't recovered yet. He has been sleeping on his stomach for the past few days.

"Sacred Tree, I almost died in the Demon Realm." Jing Feirong sniffed the fragrance of green grass, and muttered, "I lost my hand, if the third brother hadn't come to save me, you wouldn't have seen me, you know?"

Shenshu: Uh-huh.

A branch fell down, and the emerald green leaves caressed the broken arm on Jing Feirong's left shoulder.Jing Feirong looked at the few green leaves, and finally laughed: "Is the sacred tree worried? Don't worry about the sacred tree. I took my left hand and raised it in the spring of Zhuling. After the evil energy inside is purified, I can connect it again." It'll be fine."

"My third brother was suspended from his job. The eldest brother returned to heaven and started arguing with his father." Jing Feirong opened his eyes and looked at the mountaintop in the distance. "This is the first time I have seen my elder brother be so fierce. While recuperating on the bed, my second sister also came back from the seat of the Buddha to see me."

"Big Brother and Second Sister are the ones who know the most, but they have always avoided matters about their father." Jing Feirong sighed, paused, and said, "Forget it."

He seldom talked these days, probably because his body was still in pain, or he was exhausted after the severe injury, so he fell asleep lying on the grass with his fingers in his mouth.The branches of the sacred tree kept caressing Jing Feirong's head and back, sending spiritual power into his body intermittently.

The wind and snow were swaying, and his sleepy eyes were dim, Jing Feirong seemed to see a figure, dressed in white like a cloud, thin and slender, something touched his face, like someone's cool fingertips.Then the figure gradually drifted away and disappeared into the vast snow-capped mountains.

For many years later, Jing Feirong often came to Suliang Mountain, sometimes to share some interesting things with Shenshu, even though he was the only one having silly fun.Sometimes his whole body was covered with bruises, and while vomiting blood, he coquettishly asked Shenshu to give him some spiritual power.Sometimes tears danced, and weeping, holding the trunk of the tree and pouring bitter water.Sometimes without saying a word, I leaned against a tree and fell asleep, quietly.

The last time Jing Feirong came was the day of his wedding with Chu Yanchuan.

He got drunk in Zhuling, stumbled to Suliang Mountain, fell headlong in the grass, hiccupped, and said inarticulately: "Sacred Tree, I'm getting married."

At that time, Chu Yanchuan had already left his original body, but he left a spirit in the tree, so he could still hear clearly what Jing Feirong said, thousands of miles away.

"He is a very honorable emperor..." Jing Feirong murmured, "I have never seen him, I only know that he is an ancient god, and the gods respect him. The first stunning."

"Since father has decided on this marriage, he must have his own plans. Anyway, I don't have a sweetheart, and it's useless to make a fuss on the stage of killing gods. I can only obey the arrangement... Besides, the emperor's status is respected, and the dragon clan can marry him. , I climbed high."

As he talked, he frowned again, as if he was very puzzled: "But why me? Can't the eldest brother and third brother not do it? Obviously I am the youngest, why me?"

"Forget it... Eldest brother is at odds with father and king. It's been a long time since he returned to the heavenly court. Third brother has an affair with Pluto. After thinking about it, it can only be me."

"Actually, it's nothing... Shenshu, I just, I really hope that my father can see me get married... I wish he could see me too, see me grow up, grow taller, and get married."

Jing Feirong murmured to himself for a long time, and finally his nose was sore, tears fell down, he choked up and said, "I always feel that the connection with my father is still alive, otherwise why would I miss him so much."

A gust of cold wind hit, Jing Feirong shivered a bit, raised his head and looked into the distance, and said in a nasal voice: "We're getting married today, I ran out like this, if my father is still here, maybe it's my fault for being ignorant."

"But it's already like this..." He staggered to his feet, hiccupped while crying, and said with a pouted mouth, "There is nothing I can do, I will be punished by my father when I go back and forth, I might as well go again Zhuling, drink some wine..."

He turned around, looked at the sacred tree, and said, "Sacred tree, I'm leaving, thank you for listening to me and infusing me with spiritual power. When you transform into a human form, come to heaven to find me. You play around."

At that time, Chu Yanchuan was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom of His Highness the Fifth Highness in his wedding gown, and in his sleep he listened to every word Jing Feirong said.

He slowly opened his eyes, stared at the dark bedroom in silence for a moment, then closed his eyes again.

Today, Chu Yanchuan was meditating in the tree, when he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, and saw that the Fifth Highness was stepping here with a sullen expression on his face.

Chu Yanchuan was suddenly a little curious, wondering what His Highness the Fifth Highness who married him would come to the Divine Tree to complain about this time.

I saw Jing Feirong walking in front of the tree with his cheeks puffed out in depression, and he opened his mouth to cry aggrievedly: "Shen Shu, my wife has run away..."

The author has something to say: Rong, did you know that your wife touched your face when you were asleep?