Ling Qingzhu did not break away from Luo Heng's hand and let him hold it. The two walked side by side through the mountain gate, walked through the mist-shrouded stone path, and walked in the direction of Qingzhu Garden.
Along the way, I met more and more Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace disciples.
Everyone who saw this scene froze in place, their eyes widened, and their mouths opened into an O shape, as if they had been cast a restraining spell.
"Then... that's Young Palace Master?" A female disciple in white rubbed her eyes, thinking she had seen it wrong.
"She... she was being held by someone's hand?" Another disciple's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"Am I dazzled? When did Young Palace Master ever have a good look on a man?"
"Who is that man? He is so handsome..."
"Is it... the one on Hundred Dynasties Mountain? I heard that Young Palace Master spent a long time alone with a man when he was on Hundred Dynasties Mountain, and even used Azure Lotus to isolate himself from the outside world."
"Yes, yes, I remembered it too! That person seems to be named Luo Heng, he is the disciple of the Dao Sect, and he is also the champion of this year's Hundred Dynasties War!"
"Keep your voice down! Don't let Young Palace Master hear you!"
The discussion was very low, but Ling Qingzhu still heard it.
Her face was still cold, but the roots of her ears were slightly red. However, she did not let go of Luo Heng's hand, but held it tighter.
Luo Heng felt the warmth of her palm, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
He understood what Qingzhu meant. She was using this method to declare his identity to the entire sect. This man was her lover.
Luo Heng A warm current surged in my heart. This girl, who is usually as cold as anything, is braver than anyone else in this kind of thing.
Qingzhu Garden is located deep in the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace, an independent island. The island is planted with green bamboos, quiet and elegant, isolated from the outside world.
Luo Xuan sat on the threshold, holding his chin in his hands, staring at the courtyard door with a pair of big black eyes without blinking.
Mom said she was going to pick up dad, and dad was coming.
She didn't know what her father looked like, but her mother said that her father was very powerful and handsome, and he treated Xuan'er very well.
She waited for a long, long time, so long that she felt her little buttocks were numb.
"Xuan'er, don't sit on the ground, Liang." A gentle voice came from behind.
Su Rou walked out of the house, holding a small cloak in his hand. He knelt down and put it on Luo Xuan.
This girl has been in the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace for more than half a year. Her cultivation level has reached Seven Yuan Nirvana Realm. Her whole temperament has also changed. She is less timid than before and more calm.
But in front of Luo Xuan, she will always be the gentlest aunt Su Rou.
"Aunt Su Rou." Luo Xuan turned her head, her little face full of expectation, and said, "Daddy is coming, did you know?"
Su Rou was slightly startled, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled and said, "I know, your mother went to pick him up and will be back soon."
"What does daddy look like?" Luo Xuan asked. She had asked her mother this question many times, but every time her mother said, "You'll know when you see her."
Su Rou thought for a while and said, "Your daddy, he is very good-looking, very tall and handsome. When he smiles, he makes people feel warm."
Luo Xuan blinked and said, "Are you as beautiful as Aunt Su Rou?"
Su Rou blushed slightly and said, "Much prettier than auntie."
"Then will daddy like Xuan'er?" Luo Xuan asked again, with a trace of nervousness on his face.
Su Rou felt a little sour in his heart, reached out and rubbed her hair, and said, "Of course, your father likes Xuan'er the most."
Luo Xuan smiled, her eyebrows curved like little flowers.
Outside the courtyard gate, footsteps could be heard.
Luo Xuan stood up suddenly, holding the edge of the cloak with his little hands, staring at the courtyard door without blinking.
A figure appeared at the door.
He is very tall, wearing white and blue clothes, and looks very good-looking, even more beautiful than Aunt Su Rou said.
His eyes were very bright, as if filled with starlight.
Luo Xuan Looking at those eyes, she suddenly felt a strange feeling, like... like something was beating in her heart, warm and soft.
Dad.
She didn't know why, but these two words suddenly appeared in her mind.
Luo Heng stood at the entrance of the courtyard, his eyes fell on that small figure, and his whole body froze.
It was a pretty little girl with jet black hair, big eyes, and a fair face. She was wearing a light blue skirt and a small cloak on her shoulders.
She just stood behind the threshold, holding the edge of the cloak with her little hands, looking up at him with her little face.
Those eyes are exactly the same as Qingzhu.
But the look in those eyes was exactly the same as his.
Luo Heng's mind went blank.
What did he see?
a child.
A child who shares a blood connection with him.
That feeling is not a guess or a suspicion, but a kind of certainty coming from the depths of the soul.
This child is his.
It's him and Qingzhu.
Luo Heng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.
He turned his head and looked at Ling Qingzhu beside him.
Ling Qingzhu stood beside him, his face covered by tulle, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his cold eyes were filled with tenderness and a trace of imperceptible tension at this moment.
"Qingzhu..." Luo Heng's voice was a little hoarse and said, "She is..."
"Your daughter." Ling Qingzhu whispered. The voice was very soft, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.
"Luo Xuan, Xuan'er, come here." She waved to the little man.
Luo Xuan did not hesitate, walked over in small steps, walked to Ling Qingzhu, grabbed the hem of her mother's skirt with her little hands, then raised her head and looked at Luo Heng secretly.
"Xuan'er, this is your daddy." Ling Qingzhu squatted down, gently pushed his daughter in front of Luo Heng, and said softly, "Call daddy."
Luo Xuan bit his lip and looked at Luo Heng, his big eyes full of curiosity and nervousness.
Luo Heng squatted down and looked level with her daughter.
He looked at that little face and those eyes, and an unprecedented emotion surged in his heart. His eyes seemed to have been filled with sand and turned red.
This is his daughter...
His daughter with Qingzhu.
He doesn't know when she was born, he doesn't know her name, he doesn't know what she likes, and he doesn't know what she's afraid of.
He doesn't know anything.
"Xuan'er." He called softly, his voice trembling a little, trying to make his smile look less stiff, and said, "I am daddy."
Luo Xuan looked at him for a long time.
Then, she let go of her mother's skirt, walked forward in small steps, stretched out her little hand, and gently touched Luo Heng's face.
"Daddy." She called out in a sweet voice.
Luo Heng's eyes instantly turned red.
He reached out and took the small, soft body into his arms, carefully, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.
"Xuan'er." He called softly, his voice hoarse, "Daddy is here."
Luo Xuan leaned in his arms, holding his clothes with her little hands, her little face full of joy.
"Daddy, Xuan'er I've been waiting for you for a long time." She said in a sweet voice.
Luo Heng's tears finally fell.
He lived two lives, killed people, survived tribulations, faced life and death, and never shed a tear.
But at this moment, holding his daughter, he cried.
Ling Qingzhu stood aside, watching this scene, his eyes were red.
She has been waiting for this day for more than two years.
She has been waiting for Xuan'er since the day she was born.
Waiting for the day when Luo Heng comes, waiting for the day when father and daughter recognize each other.
Now, the wait is finally here.
Su Rou stood at the door of the house, looking at this scene, tears could not stop flowing down.
She wiped her tears and quietly retreated into the house, leaving space for their family of three.
I don't know how long it took before Luo Heng let go of her daughter.
He squatted on the ground, held Luo Xuan's little face in his hands, and looked at her carefully.
"Xuan'er, how old are you?" he asked.
Luo Xuan stretched out two fingers, thought for a moment, stretched out another one, and said, "Two and a half years old!"
Luo Heng smiled, reached out and rubbed her hair, and said, "You are two and a half years old. Daddy has missed you a lot."
Luo Xuan tilted his head and said, "Will daddy accompany Xuan'er in the future?"
Luo Heng looked into her eyes, nodded seriously, and said, "Yes, daddy will visit Xuan'er often in the future."
"Then can daddy not leave?" Luo Xuan asked again, his little face full of expectation.
Luo Heng was silent for a moment, and then said, "Daddy is going out to fight the bad guys. After beating the bad guys, he will come back to accompany Xuan'er, okay?"
Luo Xuan thought for a while, nodded, and said, "Okay, daddy will go fight the bad guys, Xuan'er wait for daddy to come back."
Luo Heng felt a sense of sourness in his heart and held his daughter in his arms again.
Ling Qingzhu stood aside, watching this scene with mixed feelings in his heart.
She knew that Luo Heng couldn't stay for long. He had his own path to walk and his own responsibilities to shoulder. He wanted to be the strongest and couldn't be trapped in one place.
It was already great to be able to stay with the mother and daughter for two months.
"Qingzhu." Luo Heng raised his head, looked at her, and said, "Thank you."
Ling Qingzhu was slightly startled and said, "Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for giving birth to her." Luo Heng said, his voice a little hoarse, "Thank you for raising her so well."
Ling Qingzhu shook his head and said, "Xuan'er is my daughter and yours too, you're welcome."
Luo Heng stood up, held his daughter in one hand, and pulled Ling Qingzhu into his arms with the other.
Luo Xuan was squeezed in the middle and giggled.