Chapter 15
In the grand hall of Murong's residence, a man with an extraordinary aura sat quietly in his chair, slowly savoring his tea. His eyes, as calm and clear as still water, stared intently at the teacup in his hand, as if he was carefully appreciating something.
That white robe, set off his extraordinary and elegant demeanor, making the dimly lit great hall seem to brighten up a bit. His handsome face didn't have too much expression, nor did it show many signs of age, making it impossible for people to guess his age.
That calm face seems to be unaffected by anything, even if the sky were to fall.
It was only when the distant footsteps approached that his hand holding the teacup seemed to tremble slightly, and as he listened to the light and heavy footsteps, he seemed to want to deliberately capture that lightness, that softness, that gentleness, one sound at a time, in the quiet night, making his warm and clear eyes seem to hold a hint of something unusual.
However, that kind of irrepressible heaviness suddenly destroyed the gentleness. More than 20 years ago and now, on his calm face, under this slightly dim light, a complex emotion flashed by quickly...
"A sudden visit from the Qingfeng Dao in the dead of night, what could be the matter?" As he approached with a heavy gait, Murong Lie first appeared at the entrance of the great hall, his face still bearing a trace of anger, but now seemingly tinged with a hint of reverence.
Qingfengdao slowly stood up, his eyes also slowly lifted to look at Murong Lie, and said faintly, "Today, it really was me being too nosy."
Her gentle eyes inadvertently glanced over him and swept past the charming figure behind him.
In those faint words, however, was a subtle disguise of something.
"How could it be, how could it be?" Murong Lie smiled politely and said, "Who in this world doesn't know the greatness of Qingfeng Daozhang? He knows the heavens above and the geography below, can calculate the past with precision, and predict the future. For a young child to be able to have Qingfeng Daozhang as their master is also a blessing from three lifetimes. Today, Daozhang has come, it's not because of the child..."
Today, Qing Feng Dao Chang's arrival is indeed too unexpected for Murong Lie.
The world knows the prowess of Qingfeng Daochang, but who also knows that Qingfeng Daochang is a recluse, he is the kind of person who is isolated from the world, whether it's the emperor or prince of any country, they have never seen him when they go to visit.
However, he accepted Murong Lingyun as his only disciple. Despite this, no one had ever seen him come down from the mountain before. Today, he actually walked into the Murong Manor, which can indeed be considered a great wonder of the world.
"It's not because of the clouds, but because of you." The gentle breeze slowly withdrew its gaze and looked out at the endless black night outside the window, allowing the faintly flashing emotions to slowly disappear.
"Why me?" Murong Lie was slightly stunned, and a hint of confusion flashed through his eyes. "Could I really be in some kind of disaster?" Thinking about what Liu Yuanyu had just said, Murong Lie couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
It was just his astuteness and his suspiciousness that made him have to suspect, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he said slowly, word by word, "This doesn't seem quite in line with Qingfeng Daozhang's style, does it?"
"Hehe, I've said it before, indeed I was being too cautious. Since you have your doubts, let's just pretend I never came."
As they spoke, he really walked out.
Liu Yuanni's hand hidden under her clothes tightened slightly, unsure if she was afraid he would really leave or if she was desperately holding back something.
"There's no need to get angry, Dao Chang." Murong Lie hastily stepped in front of him. He could be arrogant with anyone, but not with Qing Feng, because he knew that Qing Feng was the kind of person who truly had no desires, made no demands, and feared no power.
"If there's anything, tell Director Wang slowly."
A flash of disgust quickly flickered across his slightly lowered eyes. If it weren't for her, how could he possibly...
Her eyes slightly lifted, a clear cold smile floated on her face, the corners of her mouth twitching with obvious stiffness, emotionlessly saying, "You indeed have one calamity."
Murong Lie's face suddenly sank, and he said hastily, "Does the Taoist have a way to resolve this?" Qingfeng's coldness at this moment dispelled Murong Lie's doubts.
"There is." A simple answer that couldn't be simpler, slipped out from his slightly opened thin lips, making Mu Rong Lie let out a breath of relief, and also made Liu Wan Er involuntarily let out a breath of relief.
"Haha, haha, haha," Murong Lie laughed heartily and said, "My question is somewhat redundant, with Qingfeng Daolong here, how could there be any danger that can't be resolved?" The laughter gradually subsided, but the corners of his eyebrows still held a hint of delight, or perhaps even a hint of complacency. "Then please enlighten me, Daozhang."
A faintly serious expression flashed across Qingfeng's face, and after a moment of thought, he said, "Your calamity is on Murong Lingfeng's body. Let her leave, and you will naturally be fine."
"What?" Murong Lie cut him off in shock, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he said coldly, "Let that girl leave? Impossible?"
A faint cold smile played on Qingfeng's lips as he said, "In that case, I'll take my leave." Without any hesitation or attempt to persuade him otherwise, his slender figure swiftly moved towards the door.
"Wait, just a moment." A soft voice, slightly urgent, seemed to carry a hint of reluctance that was hard to detect, yet also carried a few obvious worries. Qingfeng's footsteps stopped abruptly the moment the voice sounded.
"Old master, don't you care about your own safety?" Her voice at this moment was filled with obvious concern, but nobody knew who her concern was for.
Murong Lie was actually anxious when Qingfeng wanted to leave, fortunately, Liu Wanyan spoke up and kept him there. Moreover, Liu Wanyan's concern at this moment, seen in his eyes, had a kind of vain satisfaction, so he cooperated and said, "Master Dao is going to take that girl away? How long will it take?"
The clear wind did not turn around, at this moment he was facing away from the light, his eyes were completely hidden in the darkness, so he didn't intentionally conceal the complexity in his eyes, but only hesitated slightly and said softly, "Three years." He knew that too short a time would have no effect, while too long a time would make Murong Lie more resistant.
"Three years." Murong Lie muttered to himself, seemingly having finally made up his mind. He said fiercely, "Alright, three years it is. Three years later, I'll let Yun'er go bring that girl back."
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Three years later, in a mountain stream shrouded in mist, like a paradise on earth, two figures, one big and one small, were laughing and chasing each other among the dense trees. No, it shouldn't be called chasing, because the smaller figure seemed to still be a bit unsteady.
"Mother, quickly, quickly, help baby catch the butterfly." The sweet and tender voice of the little girl echoed in the deep valley, bringing out a kind of childlike joy.
A beauty as heavenly as an immortal, no, possibly even more beautiful than an immortal, walked forward with a gentle smile on her face. She slowly stretched out her hand and the butterfly that was just fluttering around, miraculously landed on her palm. It gently spread its wings and slowly flapped them, but never flew away.
"Hehehe, Mom is so great!" A sweet childlike voice, accompanied by a smile as pure as driven snow, rang out again. A pair of little legs quickly moved towards her, while a pair of eyes stared straight at the beautiful butterfly, unable to hide the corners of their mouth which were still oozing with saliva.
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