Chapter 476 It’s cold, add some clothes
Ying Xiu couldn’t say a word. Kneeling on the ground, he seemed to see all his own light and pride extinguished.
His father would never say these words to him, but now Master Shenbao's words undoubtedly drove him into the mud.
Yun Rong has never been one to take the initiative to comfort others, even if the man kneeling next to her like a drowned dog at the moment is her young master.
But in order to live a more leisurely and comfortable life in the Tianxi Sword Sect in the future, she could not help but patiently perfunctory him: "Good medicine tastes bitter, but loyal advice offends the ears. Grandmaster, this is all for the sake of the young master, the young master." You should be open-minded and accept the teachings.”
The comforting words like "this is all for your own good" are really hard to express.
Bailian laughed and shook his head, and suddenly his sleeve was gently pulled.
He lowered his head and saw that the old-fashioned Mr. Shen Bao had stood under him at some point.
The little guy was not even taller than his knees. His little lotus-like hands held his sleeves and said sternly: "You are a pretty good little kid. Are you interested in learning swordsmanship with me?"
Yunrong His eyes lit up, and he said with great enthusiasm: "This boy is indeed a malleable talent. You, the old man, must be good at teaching me, so that I can have a good discussion with him on the swordsmanship of our sect in the future."
Still unable to tolerate Balian's refusal, light dust rolled up on the ground, and then came thousands of sword lights, like snow falling in the mist, leaving no trace to be found, but the sword intent was solemn and unmatched in its glory.
It is clearly an endless sword force that is as soft as light snow, but the power contained in it is comparable to the majestic mountains, and it is extremely magnificent.
Bailian's hair brushed against his cheeks, his eyes widened, and he didn't have time to see clearly the power of the sword.
His eyes were dazzled, and he saw that the energy in front of the sword-mad woman was shattered, the sword circle collapsed, and her whole body seemed to be hit by a huge flood pouring from the mountain top.
Without a word, the man flew backwards like a meteor and crashed into the rocks with a bang, without any chance of breathing.
Not to mention Balian was stunned by this sudden turn of events, even the old-fashioned old man was so frightened by the terrifying sword that his hands trembled and his face turned pale.
Slowly, a cold snort came from the smoke.
The woman who calls herself the inner demon stands in the lingering sword energy of light dust. The broad brim of her hat is floating in the strong wind, and the cold water like ice and snow can be vaguely seen under the shadow. Double pupils.
Her pursed thin lips coldly enunciated the words, and the pleasant tone was chilling to the ears: "You want to discuss swords? How dare you want to discuss swords with others?"
Yun Rong was seriously injured now. He spat out mouthfuls of blood as if for free. His energy was in chaos, and his sword bones were ringing in pain, as if none of the bones in his body were his.
But the boiling emotion in her eyes was unstoppable.
"Ahem...cough cough, is this my inner demon?" Yun Rong wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve and chuckled: "Why can't I find someone to discuss swords with? Why are you so angry?"
Looking at her heartlessly smiling face, 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong took a deep breath and managed to calm down.
Ying Xiu looked confused, wondering what kind of inner demon this was, to become like this against nature.
The Master Master coughed twice, not daring to dwell on the origin of this inner demon, and said: "These ten divine servants are dead. I am afraid that they will offend the ancient gods in the bronze sacred tree. This statue of the Lord is also dead. We will slowly lose our divinity, and we, humans, will have to rely on ourselves to survive the disasters of the Black Tide and the coming of the Hell Wolf.”
Everyone who knew that they were about to lose the blessing of the Holy Spirit couldn't help but look desperate after hearing this.
Bailian pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to point in a direction and asked: "Senior, where is the bronze sacred tree you mentioned?"
Master Shenbao was startled: "That's right. "The Bronze Divine Tree is so tall that it reaches the sky. There are even rumors that the top of this tree has even spanned the sky they saw. For such a spectacular and huge Bronze Divine Tree, according to common sense, the silhouette of the tree can be seen even from far away. .
But the fact is that it is impossible to get a glimpse of the bronze tree's appearance without entering the realm world.
But this young man could accurately point out the direction of the tree.
Bailian raised his head and looked at the distant sky: "I want to go there and have a look."
Shenbao frowned and disagreed: "You killed the divine servant, and now you are close to bronze The ancient god within the tree caught your breath, and you Do you think you can come back alive?"
Bailian bowed deeply to him and said, "I hope senior can take in my companions for a few more days."
Master Shenbao saw that he had decided to leave, so he stopped talking.
"I'll come back as soon as I go." When Balian said this, he was looking at the "inner demon".
The bright eyes under the hood looked at him, slightly stunned.
An unintentional word has no special meaning, but it carries a little familiarity, just like the gentle farewell he said before leaving home on the White Camel Mountain in the past.
Inexplicably, it gave her a long-lasting, uncontrollable warmth and touch.
When she slowly rolled these five words in her heart, she suddenly felt soft spikes in her heart, gently and lightly picking apart her softest parts, flooding her with blood and flesh. Fuzzy red.
This finally caused a crack in her perfectly restrained emotions. She looked at him with deep eyes, and said softly but impulsively: "It's going to be very cold, and the road doesn't know how long it is. When the cold comes, my clothes will be thin, but... ...But..."
At the end of his words, as if all his courage had been exhausted, he slowly lost his voice.
Is she crazy?
How could he bear the weight of the unfulfilled regret in his previous life?
He can no longer be her husband.
Balian didn't understand what she meant: "What do you want?"
She pursed her lips, but in the end she was still unwilling to overcome her rationality, and she took out a light fur from the world treasure in her hand. Cloak: "It's cold, remember to put on more clothes."
Bailian was stunned and thought to himself that I am a corpse demon, I don't know cold or heat, and I don't eat the five flavors. Don't you know that.
Yunrong was also stunned. Seeing his expression, she suddenly understood. She couldn't help but take two steps back in embarrassment, and the winter coat in her hands became extremely heavy.
At this moment, she clearly realized that both herself and this winter coat were in fact invisible to the world.
Just as she was about to hide the soft and thick winter coat behind her back, her palm suddenly moved, and the hem of the light fur coat brushed against her fingertips, making a nice twist.
The young man in front of him was wrapped tightly in the light blue fur. He lowered his head and looked at the light tassels trailing on the ground. He thought that the sewing area of the cloak seemed to be a bit larger, but the stitches were very tight. Tight, repeated and fine embroidery, although the embroidery on it is not exquisite and beautiful, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this winter coat and cloak put a lot of thought into it.
He raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "Thank you."
Although he couldn't feel any temperature, it was really soft and comfortable.
(End of this chapter)