Chapter 529: Extreme Wisdom Will Injure
The flower branches swayed between the window lattice, and the three layers of Xiang-colored soft curtains hanging in front of the couch floated softly.
The soft wind lifts up the soft curtains and blows over you. The endless soft wind contains a terrifying weight that cannot be contended. The soft gauze curtain falls on Bailian's chest. , unimaginable resistance came like a ton of sea water, forcing him to be unable to get even half a step closer.
Bailian was forced to take seven or eight steps back. Seeing this, the female officer Qingshui stepped forward in two steps and put her bare hands behind his back.
She sighed softly and said: "Master Si Chen, before the queen, please don't lose your manners."
The face of a god should not be taken lightly.
Bailian immediately calmed down as if he was drenched in cold water.
He looked at the heavy soft tents embroidered with landscapes and green ink paintings in front of him, dancing in the wind, silently.
This made him instantly understand that even though he and the God of Kunlun under the soft tent were in the same room, they still existed in two worlds.
She is an ancient clan god of different levels, and can easily kill him without even looking at him.
At this moment, he couldn't even use his own knowledge to measure the power gap between him and her.
That is a huge gap that cannot be bridged by quantity, time, and realm.
Even the woman under the soft curtain did not raise her head and focus on him.
But when Balian stood in front of her, he truly felt that all the secrets hidden in his body were displayed without reservation.
Including his dead body at this moment, his cold flesh, and his bloodthirsty identity as a corpse demon.
Balian's expression gradually became calmer, but he truly understood in his heart that the crisis was within his reach. What was even more frightening was that there was nothing he could do now.
If the Kunlun God under the curtain has any murderous intention, the only thing he can do is to wait quietly for death.
With this chaotic and troubled mood, he clearly knew that he was powerless to control his fate.
Qing Shui Nuguang looked at the calm and silent young man in front of her with slightly surprised eyes. The moment of out-of-control excitement just now seemed like an illusion.
But she understood that the process of the body under the palm of her hand going from trembling to cold and peaceful was definitely not because of being comforted.
Because the girl on the bed never said a word.
The wild flowers and leaves between the window lattice suddenly calmed down, and the Ziwei Pavilion was very quiet.
Even as he walked along, the chirping of insects and birds in the courtyard corridor he passed disappeared.
This is not a miracle, because God is here at this moment.
After a long period of silence, Bailian finally spoke, saluted over there, and said: "Kongcang Mountain Sichen, pay your respects to the empress."
What responded to him was a hand stretched out from under the soft Xiang-colored tent.
That hand is as elegant as an orchid, slender and soft, and the curvature of the palm and fingertips is almost perfect and impeccable.
As she folded her slender hands and raised her slender fingers upwards, Balian suddenly felt a burning sensation in her palms. He opened his palms and saw the melted metal inside the bronze door. The blue Emperor Immortal Jade that had entered his bones and blood actually appeared and left again.
Half of a broken jade floated up from his palm and flew into the heavy gauze curtain.
Bailian couldn't help but slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched the sapphire being held firmly by the empress' hand.
Holding the jade in her bare hands, she stood up lazily in Cangnan clothes. Her long dark green hair fell like smoke from the green clothes, and her eyes were half-downcast and half-concealed with an inextricable laziness and nobility.
She played with the cold jade in her hand carefully, and glanced at the girl on the couch with her narrow and charming eyes: "It turns out that what the woman said is true."
After sleeping deeply for several days, Fang Geyu's jade-sculpted face looked much thinner and extremely pale.
She has almost lost weight, but the skin between her slender and easy-to-break neck is showing black and red patterns, and the hidden ominous atmosphere makes people shudder.
But there seemed to be light hidden in her eyes, which had never been erased despite being on the verge of life and death.
She leaned on the soft couch pillows, her beautiful hair untied and simply draped between the snow pillows.
Fang Geyu was playing with a small black square box with his head down. There was a small gray-black spider in the box, which was slowly wandering on the smooth bottom of the box.
Fang Geyu teased the little spider casually, but it didn't even try to spit out a thread for her to see.
She closed the box with some disappointment. She looked at the empress and said seriously: "If it was a lie, how could the empress let her freely come and go in Xianling City?"
Cang Nanyi raised her eyebrows in disbelief. She put half of the green jade in her palm against Fang Geyu's heart and shoulder. Her gentle divine will flowed into the jade, using the jade as a medium to inject the divine will into the girl's body.
Immediately, the strange black and red patterns on her neck slowly dissolved and were purified.
After doing this, the seal character "天" on the sapphire gradually faded away.
Cang Nanyi retracted his palm, his green-ink eyebrows slowly sank, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, but his voice was emotionless: "The legendary Blue Emperor Jade is indeed extraordinary."< br>
On the day she became a god, she also owned such an imperial jade, but later, it was crushed by her own hands.
Not even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan knew this.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Qing Shui's expression changed subtly. She lowered her head to hide her shock.
Fang Geyu's voice echoed in the room, but Bailian did not move forward impulsively. He stood calmly in the distance, contemplating and silent, quietly listening to the conversation between the two of them.
It’s just that pair of eyes that are getting darker and darker.
The wind outside the window is still still, and even the slightest rain at night fell into silence at some point.
The sapphire in Cang Nanyi's hand quickly turned into specks of light and returned to Bai Lian's palm.
"Young man, you are now the Lord of Xianling City, but you still want to open the Ghost Mountain again?" the empress asked.
Bailian shook his head and said only two words: "Thank you."
Cang Nanyi naturally knew what he meant by thanking her. She nodded slightly and said: "That's very good, Ye Zhi The banquet is full of distinguished guests. As today’s host, young man, you have been away from the banquet for a long time.”
Bailian bowed again and said: "Si Chen, please retire."
Bailian was about to leave Ziwei Pavilion with Qing Shui's back when his back suddenly paused. He didn't Turning around, he said softly: "Fang Geyu, are you going home?"
It is still the traditional and serious way of calling people by their first name and surname.
Cang Nanyi glanced at the girl but said nothing.
She got dressed and stood up, strolling in front of the window sill with her back turned. She raised her hand to pick a wild flower sycamore, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it.
The breeze is blowing outside the window, and the rain is falling in the attic.
The girl who was talking to the empress just now was silent for a while and did not respond.
Balian didn't turn around. The rain falling from outside the palace fell on his clothes, and his body suddenly felt a little cold.
While the rain was not heavy, Qing Shui took out a green umbrella and said softly: "Master Si Chen, are you going back?"
Bailian closed his eyes and came back. Opening it, he hummed softly, leaned under the umbrella, and walked away from the female officer Qing Shui outside the pavilion.
Fang Geyu looked down at the small box in his hand, looking dazed, as if in a daze.
At this time, an elegant and beautiful hand reached over and gently opened the box. The empress leaned over and took a low look. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and said: "Well , Yes, after meeting the young man, the mind-judgement spider really started to spin silk.”
Fang Geyu looked slightly impatient and irritated. She waved away her empress' hand without saying a word.
Cang Nanyi placed the broken sycamore tree on the bedside and said, "That young man is a corpse demon. He knows what it means to meet me at today's night banquet, but he still came. , naively and arrogantly believing that she could open the Ghost Mountain and re-enter the Bronze Gate by herself."
She chuckled: "This is not very annoying."
Fang Geyu. frown.
Cang Nanyi looked at her sideways and said: "I am very curious. He clearly knows that immortals cannot tolerate demons. Why did he fail to take over the position of city lord as a guest minister even after knowing that you are still alive? Leave it to you.”
For ordinary people, the Lord of Xianling City is a hot and coveted throne. But to the corpse demon, it was like a sword hanging from his neck.
Immortals do not defeat demons, they only kill them.
Cang Nanyi also did not deny that if it were not for the half of the jade and the half of the story told by the woman, she would indeed have taken the pure land and succumbed to this demon during the banquet tonight.
As a descendant of a general and a royal corpse demon, he is qualified to let her take action.
Fang Geyu casually put the box containing the spider and the wild flowers together. She looked out the window where the night rain and wind blew, and whispered: "If I want it, he will naturally give it to me. He knows that I have never spoken. I don’t want it anymore.”
He has always been smart, smarter than her.
It’s just that wisdom will be hurt.
He was able to understand on his own without her having to speak.
The drizzle washes the sycamore trees, flowers on the pillow, and spiders in the box.
A thread hangs to the point of being empty, and a hundred memories are filled with murderous intent.
The purpose of setting up a square-inch snare is not to kill all sentient beings.
When the weft is spun and entangled, the silk becomes a large vertical and horizontal web. The spider is the Kunlun heart-seeing spider. It is fed with Fang Geyu's heart and blood. The spider is the original heart. The spider silk becomes a cocoon to remember the feelings and desires. Sealed in a box.
This is the most thorough and only way to deal with the evil god in her body.
Having drawn her sword to slay the dragon, she could no longer suppress that existence with the power of her heart.
Seeing the heart seals the heart, in this way, the True Ancestor Evil God will no longer have any desires or emotions to eat.
And this is the price Fang Geyu should pay for leaving the black water over there.
The spider silk turned into frost, and when the self-tied snare was first formed, Fang Geyu suddenly realized that she had finally lived like her mother.
Night banquet, at the table.
The light is intertwined.
Although the position of city lord was not destined for them, it was rare for famous families from all over the world to gather together in one hall to sing, dance, and sing. In the excellent atmosphere, it was natural for gentlemen to make friends and talk loudly.
When he was drunk, even Ying Xiu, who was in a bad mood, was dragged by a group of female nuns who admired his handsome young man to drink a few more drinks.
Although Yingxiu drinks a lot, Ben would be fine if he drinks a few more drinks. However, when he couldn't help but look at Su Jing, who was sitting upright between the counters, she seemed out of place in the atmosphere here. Dressed in white, she seemed It’s hard to tolerate the lights, singing and dancing.
The cold eyes, unconcerned with mundane things, just looked steadily into the void outside the hall, never falling on him for a moment.
Ying Xiu's heart was suddenly filled with smoldering fire, and he drank the wine that several female cultivators held against his lips.
Being drunk, he couldn't help but think of the marriage agreement between him and Taixuanzong more than two hundred years ago.
Time has passed so long that the memories of his youth are somewhat hazy and hard to find for him. Vaguely, he only remembers that he first met Su at the foot of Nanze Mountain in a messy wild vegetable and melon shed. When Jing was a teenager, she was not what he liked.
Later, he couldn't remember clearly how his dislike for her turned into hatred, boredom, and finally becoming a stranger to her.
The way she lived in his memory at the beginning gradually faded away, and he could no longer recall it clearly.
He only remembered that the elegant and elegant face under the Jade Rabbit mask now made him deeply suspicious. How did he start to hate such a person and face so deeply in the first place?
He thought, why did you bother him two hundred years later with your arrogant attitude of pretending to let go when you were so overbearing and paranoid about liking me in the first place.
Why can’t you like someone for a long time?
If it could last longer, he would be able to...
Also...
Whatever, Yingxiu couldn't think about it for a while, and his heart suddenly floated Looking at Yin Baishuang's face, his heart felt a twinge.
So, he went from being offered wine by others to taking a large gulp of the pot himself.
Xianling City is rich in spirits. Although Yingxiu has a good taste in wine, he gradually cannot bear the urge to drink.
He turned red from drinking, and suddenly threw a jar of wine in his hand on the ground, smashing it into pieces.
The huge movement attracted the attention of many people. Even Su Jing could not help but be attracted by the sound and looked over lightly.
Then she saw that his handsome face was red, and he was in a drunken state. Her cold and perfect face finally had a subtle change, her eyebrows were lightly frowned, and there was a hint of a chill.
Seeing her finally looking over, Yingxiu couldn't help but feel proud.
The corner of his lips curled up, and without looking, he reached out to stop the female cultivator closest to him, grabbed her chin, and kissed her hard.
For a time, people were shocked and stunned.
Many drunk people even began to applaud, and the atmosphere in the venue began to become warm and ambiguous.
The woman in Ying Xiu's arms was caught off guard by being kissed and teased. Her body suddenly turned soft to mud. With a cry, she was placed in his arms, shy and afraid to see anyone.
When the woman's teacher saw this, he was stunned for a long time, shocked and disbelieving, but soon his eyes were filled with admiration and emotion.
The women surrounding Yingxiu suddenly dispersed, whispering as they left.
"Why is His Highness Yingxiu like this..."
"I didn't expect that he turned out to be such a person."
"It's really terrible, I, concubine I actually gave him wine just now.”
Su Jing lowered his eyes, with a faint murderous aura wrapped in the chill, and his palm landed on the love-cutting sword at his waist at some point, as if he wanted to tear off Yingxiu's face.
The green umbrella entered the hall, carrying the slightest hint of rain.
As soon as Bailian Zifang stepped into the hall, he followed everyone's gaze and saw the scene of His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhongyou holding a woman and making out with her at the table.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he subconsciously looked at the female officer Qingxuan.
But he saw her lowering her head to taste the wine, as if she had turned a blind eye to the ridiculous and wanton scene that happened to His Highness.
Bailian knew that it was hard for him to come forward and say anything about this kind of thing, not to mention that the woman in Ying Xiu's arms seemed to be willing to do so, so why should he beat the couple.
The effect of the spring water that nourished the withered vines seemed to be gradually fading away, and the withered vines that were dragging on the ground began to shorten and tighten again.
Bailian had no choice but to walk through the crowd, return to the seats, and wait for the banquet to end.
The murderous intent in Su Jing's eyes disappeared at some point. She glanced sideways at him, her eyes slightly calm.
During the dinner, because of Ying Xiu, the originally serious occasion suddenly became relaxed and lively.
Some people even started drinking wine.
Chang Minghou turned his eyes, raised his glass, gave a toast to Bailian, and said with a smile: "I have been sitting at the table for so long, and it seems that I have never seen the Lord of the City drink a glass of wine, or even even Master Qingxuan personally poured the wine for you, The adults don’t seem to appreciate the favor.”
Bailian didn’t want to drink the wine that the corpse demon couldn’t absorb just for the so-called favor, and then wait until no one was around before inducing vomiting, so he refused bluntly: “I Not good at drinking."
The Taoist of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance and the Changming Marquis looked at each other and smiled. He even raised his glass and stood up to toast, saying: "Today's night banquet is a rare occasion in a hundred years. Since the Lord of the City has been personally summoned by the Empress, I am happy today. To add to the joy, why not drink "Drinking this cup, our blessings are all in the wine."
Bilian said in his heart that he does not need the so-called blessings of you people. At this moment, his mood is very confused. I just want to be alone for a while.
I also know that if it is because of a glass of wine, I am afraid that I can be entangled for a long time.
Bailian wanted to be quiet, but without insisting, he picked up the wine glass and bowed to the two of them. When he was about to bring a drink to his lips, a cold jade hand suddenly stretched out. He came over and took away the glass of sake.
Bailian tilted his head in astonishment, watching Su Jing drink his glass of wine expressionlessly, then put the empty glass on the table, staring at the two of them coldly, silently. language.
(End of this chapter)