frightfiction Chapter 223 Xun Ling
Chapter 223 Xun Ling
Waking up from a nightmare again, Xiong Ling gasped for breath and sat up in bed. Cold beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, making him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
There was a knock on the door from outside: "Young Master, Young Master, are you okay?"
Xiong Ling rubbed his temples, his young face full of fatigue after the nightmare.
Taking a deep breath, he climbed out of bed and opened the door.
The waiters waiting at the outer gate came in one after another, carrying washbasins and cloth towels for washing, cakes and porridge for breakfast, as well as the clothes he wanted to wear and the jade pendant he wanted to wear... There was a long queue of servants of all kinds.
Following the rules, Xiong Ling opened his arms and waited for the servants to help him dress and wash, and put breakfast on the table, but his mind was still filled with the scenes from his nightmare.
He had this nightmare for ten years.
It happened over and over again, tormenting him so much that he couldn't sleep.
Every time in his dream, he could see a girl with a clear figure and a blurry face.
She stood in the rain, the blood all over her body dripping down and into his eyes, causing him pain and confusion.
The surroundings were quiet, but there were many people.
Many people were looking at the girl in the rain.
She was so weak that she couldn't even hold the sword, and her blood was almost drained, but no one dared to step forward.
Everyone is afraid of her.
Fear of this god who has fallen into the quagmire.
Many times, many times, he wanted to run through the crowd to her, wanted to ask her name, wanted to ask who she was.
Do she and he know each other?
What he wanted to ask most was why she looked at him with hatred in her eyes.
Overwhelming hatred and bitter despair enveloped her like an impenetrable net, which, along with the violent rain from the sky, isolated her and everyone else.
There were tears in her eyes.
There is blood.
There is a deep determination.
He suddenly became very panicked and wanted to do something anxiously, but in the end - every time, every time, he could only watch her commit suicide and turn into ashes in front of him.
Her sword broke.
She broke off too.
From then on, there was only endless darkness in his dreams.
And there was that torrential downpour that seemed to never end.
"Young master, the master and his wife are waiting in the ancestral hall. Please go find them after breakfast." The waiter buttoned the last button of his clothes and said softly with his head down.
Xuan Ling pulled his thoughts out of the dream and nodded.
He picked up the chopsticks and the waiter put the food into the small plate next to his bowl one by one. He chewed quickly. After he finished eating everything, he let the waiter wipe his hands and mouth, and then he got up and walked out.
The waiter led the way.
Turning through one deserted corridor after another, I looked up and saw that everyone had their heads down, hurried past or in, and no one made a single inappropriate sound.
In a trance, it seemed as if he was the only living person in this house.
Xuan Ling's eyelashes trembled, and she walked into the ancestral hall.
After paying his respects to his parents according to etiquette, he stepped forward, lifted his clothes, knelt in front of the family tablet, and kowtowed three times in a proper manner.
"Father, mother."
The head of the family picked up the fine spiritual tea, took a sip, and then put it down.
"Qian Kun Sect is accepting disciples this year. You should pack up and go become their disciple."
Xuan Ling lowered his head and replied, "Yes, father."
The head of the family added in a slightly commanding voice, "As long as the Xuan family does well, Ling'er, do you understand what your father means?"
Xuan Ling lowered her eyes, hesitated for just a moment, and then dropped the tea she loved so much at his feet.
Tea stains splashed onto the corner of his clothes, and the fine fabric made of ice silk was instantly ruined.
He dared not remain silent any longer and bowed down, "Don't worry, father. I will live up to your expectations and become a disciple of the Immortal Master Qingzhi. I will be diligent and self-disciplined and continue the glory of our family."
The head of the family didn't even glance at the person on the ground. He just waved his hand, and immediately a servant came in and cleaned up the broken teacups on the ground.
"Get up."
Xuan Ling stood up from the ground in silence, but he didn't notice that he accidentally dropped the incense and candles on the low table.
His face changed and he immediately went to answer it, but it was too late.
The head of the family's voice rang out, without anger, but extremely cold: "Drag the governess away and give her thirty strokes of the cane."
Xiong Ling clenched the hands in his sleeves tightly and forced himself not to beg for mercy.
If he spoke up for a servant, the nanny who raised him would only become a corpse.
At this time, the lady beside him waved to him and asked him to come over.
Xuan Ling resisted in her heart, but had to walk up to her. She held him in her arms with a strange and cold attitude, gently stroking his head and admonishing him, "Ling'er, you've always done the best in the family. Mother is proud of you. After you join the Qiankun Sect, remember not to be lazy and playful, or you'll disappoint me. Do you understand?"
Xuan Ling responded expressionlessly: "Yes, mother."
Hearing this, the lady let go of him, and like a bodhisattva in a temple, she stood up without any emotion, nodded slightly to the head of the family, and left the ancestral hall.
The head of the family followed his wife's gaze, and a flash of pain passed through his eyes, but eventually it became dull and indifferent.
Xiong Ling knew that his father had nothing more to say to him, so he tactfully took his leave.
The head of the family waved his hand without saying another word.
Xiong Ling left the ancestral hall. Under the azure sky, there was a depressing and lonely atmosphere.
He had only taken two steps towards his own courtyard when a waiter came to report: "Young Master, everything is ready, you can set off."
He paused in shock as he took a step forward.
It turned out that when his father asked him to leave, he wanted him to leave immediately without even having time to buffer.
He was stunned in his heart, but he didn't dare show it on his face. He followed the waiter out of the huge mansion without saying a word.
The Xuan family is a first-class family in the world of cultivation. The carriage they prepared was very luxurious. The crane pulled the cloud carriage forward steadily, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Xuan Ling had been staying in his room, memorizing over and over again in his mind the important deeds, personalities, styles, likes and dislikes of the various peak masters of the Qiankun Sect and the sect leader, the Immortal Venerable Qingzhi.
He sat in silence, showing no interest in the upcoming tests of becoming a disciple and joining the sect. His beautiful phoenix eyes were like withered peach blossoms, without a trace of brilliance.
The red dress is like a lotus, and the porcelain-white boy looks like a painting under light and shadow, very beautiful.
But a painting is just a painting, it is not real.
Three days later, the cloud carriage landed outside the Qiankun Sect. The waiter opened the door of the compartment, spread out a soft blanket, and asked him to get off.
Xuan Ling walked out of the car.
His appearance immediately attracted countless people to watch.
"Young master, do you need me to clear the way for you?" the waiter asked in a low voice.
Xiong Ling walked through everyone's gaze with a pair of cold and charming eyes.
"No need."
The waiter took the order and just followed behind.
Xuan Ling felt annoyed, but had to endure it.
His gaze quickly fixed on the entrance to the Heart-Knocking Ladder not far away. Just as he was about to quicken his pace, his scattered gaze suddenly focused, and then he froze in place.