Chapter 245: Old friends are no longer strangers
He looked back at the young man walking out of the shadows and darkness of the alley, with a complex expression on his face and said: "Brother Si Chen must have heard of the Zhongyou Dynasty."
< br>Bailian's eyes moved slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded.
Meng Zifei changed the direction of the fly whisk in his arm, and Bai Lian found that his wrist was shaking slightly.
Meng Zifei said: "That old crow is exactly the product of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the Dark Crow."
"Dark crows?"
"Yes." Meng Zifei said with a heavy expression: "In the Zhongyou Dynasty, there are countless crows. They are the most favorite kind of ghost pets kept in captivity by ghost cultivators. They are very common, but today we met This crow is a little different.”
“What’s the difference?” Bailian asked.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.
Meng Zifei took a deep look at him and said: "Ordinary crows are completely black and have blue eyes, but this crow has blood-red eyes and a flaming feather burning out of its tail feathers. This is a crow. The crows that the Zhongyou Dynasty fed with the holy blood of the Suzaku are..."
He paused slightly and slowly lowered his eyes. His bright and honest face was also stained with a dark color: "He is the son of Ying Ji Zhongyou, the heart-protecting crow of Ying Xiu, Master of Ghost Sword."
Bailian looked at him and said: "Brother Meng seems to be very afraid of this Ghost Sword Master?"
Meng Zifei shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's not that he is afraid, but I feel guilty. Back then, When I was still a human son in Guangmeng City, I had a first encounter with Mr. Ghost Sword who first went down the mountain to help the road when I was young.
Because of my selfishness, I did something wrong, which led to this. The ghost sword master was suspected and abandoned by his biological father.
Over the past few hundred years, the relationship between him and his father, the master of the sword, has become more and more fractured. Meng has a certain responsibility. "
His words were very soft, but full of strong pain and regret, and his palms gently touched the whisk.
He shook his head and said: "I have been practicing for more than two hundred years and refused to join the various immortal sect forces. I said it was because I wanted to be free and unrestrained and not be bound by fame and fortune. In fact, I am a timid person who is afraid of getting into trouble. People just want to avoid old friends."
Bailian narrowed his eyes and said: "If you do something wrong, wouldn't it be more ridiculous to avoid it? Although Mr. Meng does not necessarily have to accept his apology, if you don't apologize, you will only keep making mistakes. Now this person happens to be in Xianling City. If you have the chance, why not invite him for a drink in person? . ”
The dusk snow is bright and the lights are thick, and the old crow flutters across the snowy sky, hovering in the deep night, and the desolation is visible.
Meng Zifei watched the old crow disappear into the dusk with vague eyes.
He shook his head with a sad look on his face: "At that time, I only needed one word of defense to clear his name, but I chose to remain silent due to selfish reasons, leaving him to suffer and live in misery...Brother Si Chen, If it were you, would you be invited here? "
At the end, Meng Zifei looked at him with a humble and expectant look.
Bailian's eyes were fixed, looking at the sea of lights suspended above Huacheng, he smiled casually and said: "If I were Master Ghost Sword and couldn't let go of the past, I would definitely use my As the son of Empress Zhongyou, I will bully you. After a while, I drove the evil spirits to haunt your mind and body, how can I still tolerate Brother Meng and you have been so unrestrained with a sword and a fly whisk? "
The moon is not over yet, the bright lamp shines, and the outline of Balian's facial features is dim under the shadow of the lamp. Darker and lighter, the face appears deeper and softer.
A momentary trance flashed across Meng Zifei’s face.
After his eyes flickered for a moment, all the obscure emotions were covered in his eyes, and no clues could be seen anymore.
Meng Zifei smiled and said: "Brother Si Chen is right, but Mr. Meng feels that Mr. Ghost Sword has not come to trouble me in these years. I am afraid it is because of another reason."
Bailian asked: "What's the reason?"
Meng Zifei raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, but there was no trace of the dejected look he had just now. "Young Master Ghost Sword is the crown prince of Zhongyou Imperial City. He has so many things to do every day. How can he care about a little person like me?"
Balian nodded suddenly: "In that case, Brother Meng is just making trouble for himself."
The look in his eyes almost said, 'I don't take it seriously at all. You are hurting your youth here. In the sad autumn, is it interesting to be a melancholy young man who feels sorry for himself? Don't get sick for nothing, okay? ’
The handsome smile on Mr. Meng’s face suddenly solidified.
Chen Xiaolan hid behind the two of them, holding her belly in laughter and covering her mouth.
He suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was so annoying.
Do you have to find the most direct way to hurt people to comfort them?
Back in the inn, we parted ways with Meng Zifei and his apprentice for the time being.
Bailian discovered that Ji Saner was not just afraid of Meng Zifei.
People were coming and going on the street, and the inn was bustling with people. She seemed to be extremely afraid of those strangers.
My body was shaking so much that it felt as if my bones were about to tremble and fall apart. I wanted to put my skinny and small body into Balian's arms.
This fear of strangers even surpassed Afutu.
The rabbit that was sleeping peacefully in Balian's arms was squeezed out, and could only lie on Balian's head aggrievedly, with its limbs hanging limply, and two big rabbits. The ears drooped feebly, looking like they were hopeless.
Fang Geyu was eating a bowl of hot Yuanxiao in the guest room. Lin Guiyuan was nowhere to be seen in the corner. He must have been taken to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance by Li Beifeng and has not returned yet.
For some reason, Lin Yuan changed into a plain dress tonight and took off the gorgeous colorful gauze. The long dress was tied around her slender waist with a slip knot.
Under Yingying’s slender waist, there is a beautiful fish tail with dazzling luster. It is soaked casually in the tub. Reflecting the ray of skylight outside the window, the luster of the fish scales becomes more and more dazzling.
The colorful gauze clothes she usually wears are scattered on the ground. The beautiful Mermaid woman is sitting sideways in the water. Countless crystal water drops are floating around her as if they are rich in some kind of spiritual life, and fish tails are spread out on the water. Like yarn.
Under the background of thousands of water drops, she squinted her eyes lazily and comfortably, letting the cold water droplets soak into her wet black hair.
Bailian walked into the inn with a normal expression.
It seems that Sister Lin Yuan’s way of cleaning and bathing has long been accustomed to her, and she is no longer surprised.
The little girl in his arms was stunned.
She had never seen such a beautiful creature before. It was so beautiful that she was shocked and even made her forget her fear for a moment.
Bailian knelt down and picked up the gauze clothes scattered on the ground. His hands were very wet, and they were still dripping when he picked them up.
He wrung it out with one hand and was about to hang it up when he heard Lin Yuan say: "Don't bother, the clothes are dirty and need to be washed."
"Dirty?" Baili An was puzzled and suddenly frowned. He brought the gauze in his hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed carefully, but he caught the smell of corpse gas and blood.
The zombie demon has difficulty identifying the various flavors in the human world, but it is particularly sensitive to blood, which is the spirit of the corpse.
(End of this chapter)