First Summoner

Chapter 1148 Nie Xun (2)

A month later, the emperor and empress gave birth to a prince.

It was on that day that all members of the Shen royal family disappeared, except for the prince.

The Tianzhou Dynasty fell into civil strife.

Lu Congyang of the Lu family took control of the government by holding the emperor hostage and began to kill loyal officials.

The Nie family was also one of the targets of the massacre.

That night, the Nie Mansion was ablaze with flames, and the sounds of fighting and screaming were constant.

"Let's go! Leave with the eunuch! Go find the Imperial Master! He will definitely save your life!"

"Father, Mother--" Little Niexun was in tears. He didn't want to let go of their hands, but his body was suddenly pulled away by the eunuch.

"I won't leave!" Little Niexun cried until his eyes turned red.

Just then——

The people sent by Lu Congyang have already come to kill us.

Nie Wenyu and Madam Nie immediately gave the eunuch a look.

The chief eunuch understood what they meant. He immediately picked up little Nie Xun and pressed his mouth tightly with one hand to prevent him from making any sound.

Immediately, he took little Niexun away without hesitation.

Little Niexun's eyes were wide open, with tears as big as beans falling continuously, and he could only make a 'mmm' sound.

Nie Wenyu and Madam Nie smiled at him, and then the two of them tacitly immersed themselves in the flames and fought with the enemy troops.

There is a secret passage in the imperial palace that leads directly to the Imperial Master's Mansion.

Qing Wuzi is waiting for Xiao Niexun.

Before this, he had already sent away several alternative imperial husbands.

Only Xiao Nie is left to find him.

When the eunuch brought little Nie Xun to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, he hurried to see Qing Wuzi.

Qing Wuzi's face was full of wrinkles and he looked very old, as if he had lost some of his strength. As soon as he saw little Nie Xun, he walked quickly towards him, squatted down, and held his little shoulders with both hands.

Qing Wuzi said seriously:

"Xun'er, I know you are heartbroken right now, but you must stay alive, because your parents paid the price of their lives to protect you."

"Xun'er, you must wait for them to return!"

"When the Tianzhou Dynasty reappears in the world, the world will be in chaos, and the separation and reunion will eventually return to one!"

"Xun'er, listen carefully. You were born to be the eldest princess' husband. Do your duty well. You can only be the eldest princess's man..."

"Xun'er, go ahead and wait for the princess to return after more than 800 years."

Little Niexun was sobbing and couldn't utter a word.

But he listened to Qing Wuzi's words.

Qing Wuzi formed a battle array, exhausted all his strength, and teleported him to more than 800 years later.

"National Master——" The faces of the eunuchs and others changed dramatically, as they saw Qing Wuzi rapidly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually died.

The eunuch and his companions looked grief-stricken and knelt down immediately, "We respectfully send off the Imperial Master!"

No one saw that a wisp of black gas was emanating from Qing Wuzi's body.

More than eight hundred years later.

Guiyuan Continent, Southern Region.

At the foot of Huangshan Taoist Temple, a five-year-old boy appeared out of nowhere and fainted on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, an old man in Taoist robes saw a little boy lying on the ground not far away. He looked slightly startled. He walked quickly forward and checked the boy's breathing.

Breathing weakly.

"Poor guy, you and I are destined to meet." The old man looked at his tear-stained face, frowned slightly, then picked him up and brought him back to Huangshan Taoist Temple.

When little Niexun woke up, it was already dark.

He recalled everything that happened before he fell into a coma, and he sat up suddenly.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Father...Mother..."

He tried to calm himself, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, sniffed, and then looked around vigilantly. It was too dark around him for him to see clearly.

What is this place?

Was he caught?

Or has he arrived in a world more than eight hundred years later?

He groped his way out of bed, then carefully opened the door, leaving only a crack, and peeked into the outside world.

Suddenly, a tall shadow came over.

Little Niexun was startled, but before he could react, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Little Niexun was also pushed to the ground.

He looked up at the black-haired old man who was coming with his back to the light with some uneasiness.

The black-haired old man stepped over the threshold, then looked down at him and asked, "What's your name? Do you have relatives? Are you lost?"

Little Niexun did not answer his question, but asked anxiously: "Old man, what year is it in Tianzhou now?"

"What Tianzhou?" The black-haired old man frowned slightly.

"The Tianzhou Dynasty no longer exists?"

"There has never been any Tianzhou Dynasty in Guiyuan Continent."

"Where is this place?"

"Huangshan Taoist Temple."

Little Niexun was stunned, he had never heard of this place.

The black-haired old man was also looking at him.

Which country is Tianzhou Dynasty?

"Nie Xun greets old man." Little Nie Xun quickly stood up, lowered his head, raised his hand and bowed to him.

His posture when he saluted was so standard that the black-haired old man couldn't help laughing.

"Nie Xun? That's a good name. Do you have any relatives? Why did you die at the foot of our Huangshan Taoist Temple?"

"I... have no relatives." Little Niexun lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, and his voice was somewhat mature that a child did not have. "I ran here to escape being hunted down. Thank you for your help, old man."

"Who are those people who are chasing you?"

"The Lu family." Xiao Nie found out what he should say at this moment.

"Where are you from?"

"A place called Tianzhou."

"Where are you going next?"

After hearing this, Xiao Niexun fell silent.

Where should he go?

The black-haired old man saw that he was extraordinary, his eyes were dim and unclear. After a moment, he finally sighed softly and said, "If you have nowhere to go, then you can stay in our Huangshan Taoist Temple and be a chores disciple."

"Thank you, old man." Little Niexun suppressed the grief in his heart, then half-knelt down and saluted.

The black-haired old man said calmly: "Call me Master."

Little Niexun was slightly stunned and agreed.

From then on, little Niexun stayed in Huangshan Taoist Temple. He was the youngest disciple here.

I have to do chores every day, such as fetching water, chopping wood, and tidying the room...

Fortunately, all the disciples in Huangshan Taoist Temple were good people. They would not deliberately make things difficult for him. Moreover, considering his young age, they let him do less work.

Even when he was busy, little Niexun would secretly think of his parents. Every time he thought of them, his eyes would become red.

He was also afraid that he would forget the Tianzhou Dynasty and that he was the eldest princess's candidate for husband, so every day he would look at the cinnabar mark on his collarbone in the bronze mirror.

Little Niexun also practices in his spare time.

Gradually, his talent emerged.

At the age of seven, he was accepted as a disciple by the abbot of the temple.

From then on, he became the youngest junior uncle.

At first, when Xiao Niexun heard people calling him "little master uncle", the tips of his ears would turn red and hot.

As time passed, he gradually adapted.

When the master asked him to choose a weapon, he chose the umbrella without hesitation.

Because his mother likes to hold a paper umbrella, whether it is sunny or rainy.

Some people made fun of him for that.

After all, using a paper umbrella as a weapon is not only difficult to attack, but also has low power.

Nie Xun didn't care.

At only fifteen years old, Nie Xun has become famous in Guiyuan Continent.

At the age of twenty, he went out traveling.

He met her when he was twenty-one.