Song of Adolescence

Unparalleled in the world.

Miao Miao Yi is by the water.

The youngest Wushuang City Lord in history was sitting by the lake, whistling leisurely. Sitting beside him was Song Yanhui, who had just retired from the seat of the city lord, a pair of mentors and apprentices, two city lords, just sitting by the lake without talking, one whistling and the other expressionless.

"Master, just say what you want to say. What's the matter with sitting like this all day?" Wushuang finally couldn't help but speak.

Song Yan continued without speaking, but still sighed slightly after a long time.

"Master, if you are really ashamed, you will come back and continue to be the lord of the city." Wushuang picked up a stone from the ground and stretched his hand to the lake. The stone floated out of a dozen beautiful vortexes on the water.

Song Yanhui also picked up a stone and stretched out his hand to flick it. The stone floated dozens of times and flew directly into the grass on the opposite bank.

Wushuang slapped his tongue: "Master, I am still a bit short of you at this time, so I can really be the lord of this city?"

"You can." Song Yanhui finally said.

Wushuang sighed, "Okay, Master, you can do it if you say it. Then, where are you going, Master?"

Song Yan turned around and looked at the mountain behind her: "Jianlu. When I leave the customs, Wushuang City will have two swords of the sword fairy."

"Those elders..." Wu held a small stone in his hands.

"For the time being, our goal is the same. We all want to change Wushuang City back to Tianxia Wushuang. It's just that the choice of the Presbyterian Church is too radical. The distinguished guest they received is too dangerous for us." Song Yan replied. He groaned, "It's just that you seem to have chosen to welcome him into the city."

"Yes." Wushuang nodded.

"Why?" Song Yan asked back.

Wushuang thought for a while and said, "I just think he is the gust of wind that Wushuang City is waiting for."

"If you can get your compliment, what kind of person would he be?" Song Yan frowned slightly, and suddenly heard a sound behind her, only four people were carrying a sedan chair walking slowly towards this side, he said slightly. Frozen, "Here he comes?"

"Master, you are going to the Jianlu retreat soon, and he wants to see you before then. Don't worry, although he is the person invited by the Presbyterian Church, now he chooses the person I am." Wushuang smiled. A mouthful of white teeth, "No way, I was born so attractive."

Song Yan stood up and touched the water-breaking sword on her waist subconsciously.

The sedan chair stopped in front of them, and a young child pulled up the door curtain on the sedan chair, jumped down first, and then stretched out his hand. The other person in the sedan chair also stretched out his hand, took the hand of the child, and then walked out of the sedan chair. He is an elegant and elegant son, about thirty years old, wearing a gray robe, looking quiet and calm, at first glance he is just a noble son who has read poetry, but the only thing is strange. The young man's eyes were surrounded by a piece of white cloth, covering the entire pair of eyes, and he tied a knot behind his head.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment. The young boy said something in the ear of the young man. The young man in gray robe nodded and leaned slightly towards Song Yan: "Senior Song, lucky to meet."

"You?" Song Yan frowned and looked at the white cloth in front of the son.

The young man seemed to understand what Song Yanhui meant, and smiled: "As the predecessors have seen, I am a blind man."

Song Yanhui naturally knew the identity of the person in front of him. The second prince of Beili, Xiao Chong, was the eldest of the princes because the prince died young. He was named the white king three years ago and is known as the prince best known today. Generally speaking, people have a good strategy, but they live in a simple way, leaving little information for outsiders. However, no one has ever said that the second prince Xiao Chong turned out to be a blind person.

"There are people in the world who have sound eyes but blind heart. Although Xiao Chong is blind, he admits that he is not blind. The Lord of Song City claims to have a sword cut water and a thousand rivers, but his heart is the same as the world. Do you look down on me as a blind man?" Xiao Chong said slowly, without any obvious joy or anger on his face.

Song Yan shook her head back: "It's just a little shocked. The White King who can make trouble in the courts and temples, but is a blind person."

Xiao Chong smiled slightly, his expression indifferent: "I have seen this world before."

"Huh?" Song Yan was taken aback.

"I have seen spring go and autumn, the flowers bloom, and the cicadas in summer, the snow in winter, the light of sunset, and the drops of dew in the morning. Before I was seven, I had my eyes bright and I had seen all visible beauty in the world. That year, I drank a glass of water handed over by someone else, and I have been blind since then." Xiao Chong said slowly, as if telling someone else's story.

Song Yanhui began to be a little curious about the prince in front of him. He glanced at Wushuang, but Wushuang did not look here, but grabbed the stone in his hand and looked at the other side eagerly.

"I have experienced the feeling of being honored and pampered, and I have also encountered a situation where nothing is ignored. This is how things in the world are. Others will pity you because you are blind, but they will not let their own things be let alone because you are blind. Here you are. I don't want to be a weak person, so I never think of myself as a blind man." Xiao Chong suddenly stretched out his hand, caught a petal floating from nowhere, and gently twisted it.

It seems to be light and windy, but it has shown a great skill.

"The prince is like an old friend of mine." Song Yan said suddenly.

"Duke Jinyu, the supervisor of the palm of your hand. He has taught me the technique of breathing for eleven years." Xiao Chong replied.

Song Yan nodded back. Although Duke Jinyu, who sits in the library of the five major prisons, was martial arts, he still looked like a faint middle-aged Confucian. When he was not necessary, he would not be half hostile. The feeling that Xiao Chong gave him was very similar to that of the chief supervisor. Therefore, the White King, the power he possessed, seemed to have not only Wushuang City, but also the Five Great Prisons of the Apocalypse and he had unclear origins.

Xiao Chong continued: "This time I came to Wushuang City, I wanted to have a frank meeting with City Lord Song, but City Lord Song refused several times. As a last resort, the five elders were forced to make a radical move. Here we have to address the City Lord. Apologize."

Song Yan shook her head back: "Well, the world is going to be the trouble, the temple is the end. This is my rule. The elders will have their own consideration. But now I am no longer the city lord, and I have to ask him about the city." After finishing, pointed to Wushuang behind him.

Wushuang gently lifted the stone and slammed his hand. The stone floated dozens of times on the lake and flew into the grass on the opposite side. He immediately smiled and said, "Master, I am, I am."

Song Yan turned back a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly: "Wushuang."

Wushuang turned around and smiled: "I know, Master. I have already made a choice."