Chapter 102 The fragrance of flowers has faded, and the past has gone
Jinsheng was startled when he heard this.
His right hand was no longer qualified to hold a sword, and his seemingly unnecessary questions contained concern.
He was a little surprised, thinking that after the little corpse demon sent Meng Zifei away, he would start preparing to send him away too.
After waiting for a long time, I didn’t expect to hear such a sentence.
Jinsheng was always a person who couldn't hold back what he was saying, so he immediately asked bluntly: "Aren't you going to drive me away?"
Bailian raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "You But you owe me a lot Wouldn’t it be a shame for the person who was given his second life to just walk away like this?”
The corners of Jin Sheng’s mouth twitched slightly. He had never seen someone who repaid a favor, but he had never seen someone so confident in his face. The thirteenth sword threatens grace.
When I was about to say something, I saw Balian lowering his head indifferently, studying the black heart.
But he said lightly and indifferently: "I have observed your spiritual roots, and it is true that it is difficult to achieve success in the way of swordsmanship with your right hand disabled. Regarding your situation, I am in the Divine Palace Realm. Consulted in ancient classics
Although it is difficult, it is not without solutions. If you are free, why not stay here for another month? I should be able to find a solution, well, if you believe me. ”
The natural evil spirit between Jin Sheng’s brows suddenly condensed, and Bailian’s calm words seemed to contain some magical and warm power, which actually diluted the evil spirit. A few minutes later.
He slowly lowered his eyes and looked down at himself. Li's right hand.
Although it was Balian who said the words 'if you believe me', it was him who was truly trusted.
He knew this well. How heavy his trust was... He unconsciously hugged the sword in his hand.
he thought.
There are already many powerful people guarding White Camel Mountain, and this mountain seems to be in great need of his help...
Practice over and over again all night long, for ten days The blank board was already covered with scratches due to Balian's mental exertion.
Bailian's mental power cannot be said to be very powerful, but with the complementation of the corpse bead in the dantian and the yin and yang fish.
As long as his mental power is not depleted in an instant, his mental power seems to be able to return to a full state within a certain period of time.
Just one night passed, and Balian kept practicing the first stroke of the rune over and over again.
No matter how he practiced, the length and depth of the first stroke of runes were only infinitely close to the first stroke of runes on the dark heart.
Awakened from his dark slumber at dawn, Bailian put down the wooden board, opened his glass umbrella and was about to go deep into the forest to shade himself and continue practicing.
Through the path paved with bluestones in the forest, the blood of the corpses on the road has long been washed away.
The creatures who fled deep into the mountains and forests because of the disaster more than ten days ago gradually emerged from the depths.
Although the quantity is not much, it is better than freshness.
The faint morning light shines in from the forest leaves, and the mottled and fragmented halo dyes the bluestone ground and the forest, as if it has been cut by a sharp knife.
Bailian suddenly stopped and looked at a corner of the wild vegetation.
Lin Guiyuan had already changed out of the golden robe soaked in blood and was wearing a simple black robe. Only the gold thread embroidery was faintly visible on the collar.
He stood in the fragmented morning light, his long, black eyelashes drooping deeply, half-covering his lifeless gray eyes.
And lying randomly in the weeds in front of him was Wen Zhendong's body.
The lifeless mountain ghost lowered his head and looked at the lifeless female corpse quietly.
The sea of monsters and corpses in the mountains are far less interested in corpses than in living people. Besides, for a woman like Wen Zhendong who was completely rotten from the depths of her soul, even the zombie demons without intelligence could not arouse their appetite.
So her body was relatively well preserved. Later, when Lin Yuan was disposing of the bodies of her fellow sharks, she was discovered.
She felt that it was too close to the lake, even though she hated Wen Zhendong very much.
But with Lin Yuan's temperament, he couldn't do the cruel thing of whipping the corpse, so he threw it here and let it rot on its own.
Bailian turned his eyes slightly, and suddenly found that Lin Guiyuan was holding a dry and messy bouquet of flowers, which was the same bouquet that he had carefully maintained in front of the tree house.
Drying out is due to loss of moisture.
It is messy because it has been trampled on.
Looking at Lin Guiyuan's appearance, could it be that he wanted to bury his former lover?
Seemingly noticing Bailian's gaze, Lin Guiyuan raised his head and looked at Bailian quietly, his pale face expressionless.
He placed the bouquet in his hand on Wen Zhendong's chest, twitched the corners of his stiff lips at Balian, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm just returning her things to her."
After experiencing the test of life and death, he is no longer the young man who was ignorant and nervous about love.
He knows... things that don't belong to him, even if they seem beautiful, are just mirages.
No need to be persistent.
Don’t be greedy.
The palm that put down the bouquet was gently wiped on the clothes, as if to wipe away all the lingering fragrance of hypocrisy and the unbearable past on the palm.
Seeing Lin Guiyuan like this, Bailian smiled knowingly, knowing that he had indeed not disappointed Shanfu. Although he was young, he was also strong.
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The morning light is gradually rising, the sky is clear, the scenery is beautiful, soft willow branches are fluttering in the morning breeze, and the sound of creaking wheels passing by on the gravel path in the mountains can be heard leisurely.
On the not very wide road, a golden chariot and jade chariot appeared slowly advancing.
The jade chariot is extremely luxurious and spacious. The wheels seem to be made of ordinary wood. But if you look closely, you can find that the color of the wooden wheels is more moist. A discerning person can tell at a glance that it is an inch. The value of a piece of wood.
On the large carriage, there is a picture of the dancing blue luan painted on it. A few simple lines make the picture of the flying blue luan lifelike and vivid.
What's even more shocking is that every stroke of the pattern seems to be free and casual, but it contains runes that Bailian couldn't draw the first stroke after studying all night.
If a practitioner from a well-known immortal family sees this scene, his first feeling will definitely be: rich man!
That wheel alone, oh no, just any wheel bearing, is probably worth several times more than the sword on their waist.
Not to mention the Qingluan Talisman that looked like it was painted by a master specializing in spiritual power.
The murderous intention of the Qingluan Divine Bird contained in it can instantly kill a practitioner at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm as long as the owner in the carriage makes a thought.
Of course, these are secondary.
What is really shocking is that such a chariot, which is worth enough to buy a cultivation city, is not pulled by ordinary horses, but by a total of nine pure white unicorn beasts, with a layer of clothing all over their bodies. Faint white light.
Looking from a distance, you can’t look at the sacredness and splendor!
There was no driver driving the car, and the nine unicorns were extremely psychic and slowly moved towards their master's destination.
(End of this chapter)