Chapter 69 Illegitimate Child?

Outside the Taixu Palace, Li Chuyi, who was sent away by Baijie Taoist with a palm, sat on the steps carved from white jade, sighing constantly.

He was worried!

He was in a good mood and felt that he could finally live a happy life. Before leaving, he learned that someone had agreed to a condition on his behalf, that he would help the Zang King in the future. How could he not worry?

Although he had such a grand wish in his heart to take the Zang King as a gatekeeper in the future, it was just a thought to make himself happy. From the bottom of his heart, Li Chuyi never wanted to see that place again.

Li Chuyi still felt very resentful towards Baijie Taoist who agreed on his behalf. But thinking about the dangerous situation, he still clearly remembered that before he fainted, he saw that Baijie Taoist seemed to be gradually unable to defeat the old monster Zang King. If he was still awake, he would have agreed at once.

He was frowning, and thought of the words of Baijie Taoist "wait until the right time", and felt a little comforted.

What is the right time?

I don't know.

But Li Chuyi knew that according to the cultivation level of the old monster Zang Wang, who was almost turned into ashes, it would be a long time before he could "give a helping hand". At least, there should be no problem in the near future.

Besides, he has come out, and the sky is high and the birds fly freely. If he doesn't want to go, who can force him? Can Zang Wang still run out of that dead place?

He was happy again in his heart, and couldn't help but fantasize about his happy life in the future. Would the beautiful woman Xue Qing be surprised to see him? Would the little girl Xiao Yu who was flirting with him pounce on him directly? And the other disciples, I am half of their benefactor anyway, and they will probably give me some thank-you gifts or something, right?

Thinking of the cold-faced uncle again, who seemed to be called Ye Zhichen, and having to stay with such an ice cube in the future, Li Chuyi couldn't help but feel depressed again.

"I must find an opportunity to have a good talk with Sister Xueqing and ask her to find a way to take me out!" Li Chuyi made up his mind secretly while gritting his teeth.

The two monks on duty stood quietly by, silently watching Li Chuyi, secretly guessing his origins. At first, they were still guessing whether this little fat man was a descendant of Baijie Daoren, but when they heard the little fat man say "Master Uncle" before leaving, they immediately guessed that the little fat man's master should be an old friend of their ancestor.

Watching Li Chuyi's face change from joy to gritted teeth and frowning, the two were secretly surprised that he could change his face so quickly without the support of mana without cramps. They also thought of the proposal of Baijie Patriarch just now, saying that he wanted Ye Zhichen of Shenjian Peak to take care of him, which shocked the two.

You know, Ye Zhichen is the master of Shenjian Peak. Although Shenjian Peak has many disciples, none of them is his. Ye Zhichen is an outlier in Taixu Palace and even in the entire Tianmen Mountain. He always has a cold face. He has a cold personality and never accepts disciples. He doesn't even have many servants to clean his house. He is always alone and strangers are not allowed to enter.

Now the ancestor doesn't know what he is thinking, and he actually asked Ye Zhichen to take care of a naughty child. The two people thought it was incredible, and they believed that with Ye Zhichen's personality, he would definitely refuse it.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came, and the two looked back and saw that it was Ye Zhichen. He looked cold and his eyes were faintly murderous. The two people couldn't help but feel a little nervous and thought to themselves: "He won't kill people, right?"

Li Chuyi didn't have the cultivation of the two people, and didn't notice until Ye Zhichen approached. Looking up at Ye Zhichen, whose face was full of vicissitudes, Li Chuyi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, have you negotiated with my uncle? Can I go to find Sister Xueqing?"

Ye Zhichen, who had already restrained his murderous intent, brows jumped when he heard this, looked at Li Chuyi, and asked coldly, "What did you call me?"

"Brother!" Li Chuyi rolled his eyes, "Look, you call Baijie Taoist the ancestor, and I call Baijie Taoist the uncle. Logically, I am older than you, so you should also call me uncle or uncle-master. Even if Baijie Taoist is your master or uncle, then we are brothers. So, is it wrong for me to call you brother?"

Looking at the unreasonable Li Chuyi, Ye Zhichen looked at his face carefully, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he had some similarities with her. In addition to the look of his eyes rolling around with a belly full of bad water, and imagining the quirky look when she teased him back then, Ye Zhichen couldn't help but move his eyes slightly, revealing a little tenderness.

Seeing this, Li Chuyi was shocked and thought: "Is this uncle a pervert? I disgust him so much, but he is not angry. His eyes are even softer. Is he born to be scolded? Well, when the Taoist priest comes, I will let him calculate it!"

Gathering his mind, Ye Zhichen looked at Li Chuyi who was looking at him strangely. After a slight silence, a smile actually melted on his cold face and said: "Don't be naughty. My name is Ye Zhichen, you can call me Uncle Ye. I have met your master a few times. Before your master comes, I will take care of you."

After saying that, he even rubbed Li Chuyi's head in a doting manner. Li Chuyi's hair stood up because of his rubbing, and his face was even more weird and terrified. Looking at Ye Zhichen stupidly, Li Chuyi couldn't help thinking: "He is still smiling when he is so disgusting? He is not really a pervert, right?"

The two monks on duty next to him were already dumbfounded. After so many years in Taixu Palace, let alone them, how many people in the entire Tianxu Palace and even Tianmen Mountain have seen Ye Zhichen, the master of Shenjian Peak, smile? Not only did he smile, he even rubbed the head of the little fat boy! Everyone knows that Ye Zhichen's hands are bloody. In the past, every head that his hands touched was cut off by his sword and held in his hand? Now Ye Zhichen would actually rub someone else's head like a pampering junior?

Could this little fat boy be Ye Zhichen's illegitimate child? Did he come to Taixu Palace to find his relatives this time?

The two monks on duty did not change their expressions, but the gossip fire in their hearts had already burned fiercely. There was no way. If it were someone else, they would not be like this with their cultivation and state of mind, but this was Ye Zhichen! The ruthless sword saint Ye Zhichen, known as "Heaven is affectionate but people are ruthless"!

Ye Zhichen, who didn't know what the three were thinking, put away his smile and said in a friendly way: "Shenjian Peak is quite far from here. I guess you are tired after walking all the way. Let's set off now. When you arrive, you can rest first. I will inform Xueqing of your news later and let her come to see you."

Li Chuyi asked with some struggle: "Do I have to live with you? Can't I go to find Sister Xueqing?"

Ye Zhichen's face turned cold and he glared and said: "Don't be disrespectful. You should call Xueqing Auntie or Auntie Qing, not Sister."

"But Sister Xueqing is very young. She will be angry if you call her Auntie. My master said that the most terrible thing about women when they are angry is worse than the calamity!" Li Chuyi said dissatisfiedly.

Ye Zhichen paused slightly and had a headache. He was not good at speaking before, and he became more withdrawn for many years after his personality changed drastically. Now that he met a naughty child like Li Chuyi, how could he not have a headache?

So, his face turned cold, and he stared at Li Chuyi and said seriously: "I said no, that means no! You have to call me Aunt Qing, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Uncle Ye."

Li Chuyi was originally a little afraid of this cold-faced middle-aged man, how could he dare to say no when he saw his face like that. Although he secretly criticized this unsympathetic middle-aged man in his heart, he quickly put on a well-behaved look on his face and agreed sweetly.

He nodded with satisfaction, and nodded slightly to the two guards who were respectful but had already been in a turbulent mood. When Ye Zhichen pointed his sword, he saw the long sword on his waist suddenly come out of his body, circled around him for a week, and then silently grew larger, floating in front like a small boat.

He stretched out his hand to pull Li Chuyi onto the sword, and with a slight push of his feet, the flying sword turned into a fleeting shadow and disappeared in the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

On the flying sword, Li Chuyi sat silently behind Ye Zhichen, feeling sad about the miserable life he might face in the future.

Ye Zhichen in front of him had his back to Li Chuyi. On his face, which Li Chuyi could not see, a complex expression appeared, and tears of memories flashed in his eyes.

He could not help but think of that beautiful figure in his mind.

"Your name is Ye Zhichen?"

"I'll call you Little Leaf from now on. You are so young and have such a handsome face. How can you call me such an old-fashioned name like Ye Zhichen?"

"Why should I call you Brother Ye? How do you know that I am younger than you? Why don't you call me Sister Xueling? I'll call you Little Leaf and make you angry to death, hahahaha~~~"

The silver bell-like laughter seemed to still linger in his ears, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Brother Ye, goodbye. If there is an afterlife, we will meet again."

A drop of crystal water suddenly appeared in the air, and then was blown away by the wind into countless small water droplets, floating in the air, faintly emitting crystal brilliance.

Staring at the white clouds ahead, Ye Zhichen said silently in his heart: "Ling'er, I couldn't save you back then, which is my lifelong regret. Now, your son is with me, I will definitely take good care of him."

"Don't worry!"

The white clouds in the distance seemed to transform into a beautiful figure in white clothes, smiling and nodding at Ye Zhifan on the flying sword. In the breeze, Ye Zhichen seemed to hear the familiar, silver bell-like laughter.