At night.
Song Hongli had been busy for several hours. He had just finished the procedures for his little disciple in the sect and was preparing to return to his room to rest.
However, as soon as he entered his palace, he found the little cuddly ball standing at his door with a pillow in her arms.
She was wearing tattered clothes, and her dry hair was scattered behind her head. She raised her small head, and her dark eyes were filled with crystal tears.
"What's wrong?"
Song Hongli quickly helped her wipe it off and asked with concern.
However, Song Qinglian didn't say anything. She just stared at him with wide eyes.
Song Hongli didn't know what this meant.
Could it be that his little disciple was afraid of sleeping alone?
However, Song Hongli didn't believe it. After all, the Mistress had been wandering outside ever since she was sensible, using the sky as her bed and status as her blanket.
Even if he suddenly brought her into an unfamiliar environment, she would be able to adapt quickly with her personality.
The reason why she pestered him to sleep was because she was the person who could save her from fire and water. She wanted to be closer to him so that her life would be better in the future.
However, it was fine. It was not a bad thing for his relationship with the female lead to be better.
Hence, Song Hongli carried Song Qinglian into his bedroom.
On the other side, Song Qinglian saw Song Hongli carry her, and her eyes curved up in satisfaction. The cinnabar between her brows seemed to be jumping happily.
At noon the next day.
Song Hongli was a little dazed when he woke up. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep yesterday. It had been a long time since he had slept so soundly.
He shook his head slightly and gradually regained consciousness. He realized that something was pressing heavily on his body. He looked down and saw Song Qinglian hugging him tightly and sleeping soundly.
Song Hongli's gaze softened, and he gently touched the top of Song Qinglian's hair. A child's hair was unbelievably soft, soft to the heart.
"Supreme One, you're awake. Do you want to get up now?”The maid was already waiting there.
Song Hongli nodded and patted Song Qinglian awake.
Song Qinglian woke up in a daze and looked around helplessly. When her eyes met Song Hongli's, a bright smile instantly blossomed on her face.
Song Hongli got up and tidied his clothes. When he started to move, he realized that his sleeping position last night was a little distorted, causing his entire body to ache from sleeping.
He frowned slightly and the maid asked carefully,""Your Majesty, hot water has been prepared in your bedroom. Do you want to take a bath now?”
Song Hongli nodded. His clothes were indeed extremely dirty. For various reasons, he had never been able to wash them properly.
But…he looked at the child beggar on the bed who was staring at him with his eyes wide open. He was afraid that this child would not be able to leave him.
"Take care of her. Dress her up and tie her hair. I'll be back as soon as possible.”
"Supreme One, today is the ninth day of the fifth month. You and Peak Master Ling agreed to meet at the Sword Crafting Pool.”
On the other side, Song Hongli was stunned when he heard this.
It seemed like there was such a thing. He had indeed promised Peak Master Ling to go to the Sword-Crafting Pool.
Then what should she do with this child? It was fine with her looking after him last night.
There were still some antiques and treasures in this house.
When he thought about how the female lead would be restless when he wasn't by her side, Song Hongli felt a lingering fear.
One had to know that this was a plaything that he had treasured for a long time. Even Song Hongli would feel heartache for it.
Forget it, it was more important to find Peak Master Ling.
Song Hongli sighed." Ask Qingzhi to take care of her. I'll be back later."”
After cleaning up, Song Hongli wore a clean and elegant white robe and went to the Sword-Crafting Pool.
Xuanling Sect had a total of twelve immortal peaks, which were known as the Xuantian Twelve Peaks.
These twelve peak masters were naturally proficient in all kinds of things, from astronomy to geography. There was no need to mention sword techniques and mantras.
However, people's personalities were still slightly different, so every peak master had their own unique skills that they were good at.
For example, Ye Peiyu, the Peak Master of Green Bamboo Peak, was more proficient in alchemy.
The Peak Master of Lingyu Peak, Mu Yanwan, was a famous divine doctor who was extremely skilled in medicine.
The Peak Master of Green Peak, Ling Yiting, preferred to forge swords.
For more than a hundred years, Ling Yiting's sword-forging skills were unparalleled in the world. He had personally forged many famous swords in the cultivation world.
However, Ling Yiting usually did not forge swords for others easily. It was even harder to get a sword from someone.
However, every time Song Hongli went to ask for a sword, Ling Yiting would agree without hesitation.
Ling Yiting had forged less than ten famous swords, and Song Hongli alone had two.
Needless to say, the friendship here was obvious. Anyone with discerning eyes could see how much Ling Yiting doted on the youngest of the twelve Peak Masters.
When Song Hongli arrived at the Sword-Crafting Pool, Ling Yiting was looking at the things in the pool with his back facing him.
Speaking of which, Ling Yiting was much older than him. He had been the Peak Master of Green Wave Peak for nearly a hundred years, but he still looked like he was in his twenties.
The man in his twenties had a tall and straight back, his hair tied up in a lotus crown, and he wore the most common green robe that Ling Yiting wore, giving him a unique calm charm.
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