Chapter 539: Bright Candle in Kunlun
The drizzle is falling and the west wind is blowing.
As the night progressed, the guests in the small restaurant dispersed sparsely. The small hall was no longer lively and seemed a little deserted.
When the song ends, people are separated.
Not to mention it was just a chance meeting by strangers.
Balian's feeding dinner was also over. When the woman stood up to leave, she glanced at the dark ancient sword behind Balian and said something unintentionally.
"Young man, this sword of yours looks pretty good."
The little white tiger nestled in Balian's arms, gnawing on bones, raised his eyes, thoughtfully.
The two guards beside the woman also looked curiously, looking at the ancient sword behind Balian with a slightly strange expression, and then quickly lowered their heads.
Before Balian could say anything in response, the woman had already crossed the yellow wooden doorstep and boarded the carriage that had been waiting quietly outside.
The night wind blew, and the carriage drove slowly on the streets of the border town. The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared into the quiet night.
It is drizzling slightly, and the curtains of the carriage are fluttering. Through the light gauze curtain, the shadows of people in the carriage are faintly visible, and lights are lit to ward off the cold night.
In the mountains far away from the ancient city, nothing has changed.
It’s just that the sky is high and the sky is far away, and it seems that everything has become extremely far away under the carriage driving in the night. The years, dust, fireworks and the world are all passing away under the cold curtain of the sparse window.
The light curtain covered by the pale moon suddenly rustled, and a little tiger with white hair and a few circles of light ink streaked through the curtain and jumped onto the woman's lap.
The oil stains between her paws were not clean, leaving a few oily paw prints in the clean green clothes.
The woman gently brushed her little paws and the grease from her clothes clean with her bare hands, then flicked her fingers on the little tiger's head.
There was no emotion or anger in her faint voice: "Have you had enough fun?"
The little tiger's tail hung down by the woman's legs, neither swaying nor swaying, her voice was soft. Soft, swaying like a coquettish person: "Mother~"
Cangnan Yi took a look at the tip of her tail. It was not in the shape of a heart, and it was no longer curled. She casually tied the little tiger's tail into a knot, raised her eyebrows and said, "I usually see you playing alone. Why are you so close to that boy now?”
The little tiger turned her head and glanced at her tail, with a resentful look in her eyes. She immediately transformed back into her human body, half-leaning against the window, with the breeze blowing on her immature brows. She said, "Mother, do you want to take him back to Kunlun? "
Cang Nanyi thought deeply: "It's not a bad idea."
The little tiger was silent for a while. When he spoke again, his tone was a bit reminding: "Mother, he is a corpse demon. Why do you want to take him back to Kunlun Realm Ruins?"
< br>The girl was leaning against the window, her clothes were extremely thin, and she looked a little lonely.
Cang Nanyi glanced at her and said, "I thought Junjun would like him very much, but I never thought that you don't want him to be your brother?"
The little tiger looked back and smiled, the loneliness he had seen just now seemed like an illusion: "It's enough for my mother to have a daughter. I'm afraid she won't be able to raise a son well."
Cang Nanyi pretended to have a weird expression and smiled softly. , raised his hand and scraped the hill Jun's nose: "I read Qingxuan's storybook and thought that only mortal children would eat food. Parents would find new brothers and sisters for her, for fear of being divided and favored. It turns out that Junjun in my family is also unavoidable. ”
The little tiger narrowed his eyes and nuzzled her fingertips like a lazy cat: "Mother is my only mother. If I pamper him and love him in the future, Junjun will So sad that I want to kill someone.”
Cang Nanyi raised her eyebrows and smiled: "When did you become so domineering?"
Being a god in Kunlun, she was used to being single for most of her life. How to be a good wife and mother? She had never thought deeply about the problem.
Perhaps it was precisely because of her carefree nature that the little tiger she raised in her hands followed her over time and became estranged from each other, losing all the vigor and willfulness of his youth.
Compared with other children of the same age in the mountains, she seems to be a little lonely and in a lot of difficulties.
She doesn't have much time to spend with her, and occasionally she takes on a disciple, just to find someone to grow up with.
Normally, I have never seen the little guy rely on her so much, but now this sudden possessiveness is really strange.
Cangnan Yi Haosheng reflected for a moment and realized that he didn't care enough about his daughter on weekdays and failed to realize that she was so sensitive in her heart.
Also, every tiger cub has a very strong sense of its own territory. Hers... after all, it also has fangs.
Xiaoshanjun suddenly suppressed the smile on her lips. She looked into Cang Nanyi’s eyes and said, "My mother has deep reasons for wanting to bring him back to Kunlun, but she thinks he is really suitable." Kunlun? "
Cang Nanyi's eyes darkened and he looked at her without speaking.
The drizzle drifted into the car like mist, and the girl's slender eyelashes were covered with a layer of fine water droplets, making her brows more distinct.
“At least, he is not suitable to be the son of Kunlun.”
The curtains were fluttering in the night rain. Cang Nanyi cast his gaze outside the car, looking at the wind and rain all over the city. His voice drifted away as lightly as the rain curtain: "You are right. Before I met this young man, I did have my heart." He brought him back to Kunlun, but after just one meal, I changed my mind."
Little Tiger's eyes moved slightly and he fell silent.
Cang Nanyi sighed softly, with some regret: "He is different from those children in the past. This boy's eyes are too clean, and they are not eyes that the corpse demon can have. Since he can choose the Tiance Jun Mountain, this means that he is very different from the people in this world."
The little tiger slowly lowered his head and played with the tassel on his waist.
She said, "The mountains are covered with snow, and Kunlun is illuminated by candles. The world only thinks that the mountains and seas outside are beautiful, but the original sin covered under the white snow is enough to devour such a clean person beyond recognition."
The bright ones are easy to stain, and the rough ones are easy to break.
The cleaner something is, the more difficult it is to withstand ink stains.
"He should be a person who enjoys strong winds and long nights, enjoying loneliness and freedom. At least now... it is not a good time for him to go to Kunlun."
Cangnan Yi picked up a crystal in the box The clear crystal chess pieces are carefully played on the fingertips: "Every word you said makes sense, but you Do you know that this young man... he inherited the Blood Feather River?"
Her change of topic was too abrupt, and Xiaoshan Jun was obviously unable to react to this unexpected sentence. , those smiling eyes were slightly confused, and said blankly: "What..."
Cang Nanyi casually threw the chess piece into the chess box, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "You may not know that in this world, there were only Five Rivers, and the Blood Feather Pond at that time was still my Kunlun. Pure Soul Pond on the mountain."
Little Tiger didn't seem to be able to hear what she said next. She looked dazed, as if she couldn't calm down about the fact that Bai Lian inherited the Blood Feather River for a long time. Her eyes were open blankly, and her eyebrows were furrowed. The creases are too tangled to be smoothed out.
It was rare to enjoy this peaceful moment at night. Cang Nanyi raised his head lazily, with a mysterious smile in his eyes.
"Although it is indeed a bit anxious to bring him back to Kunlun directly, there is a chance for him to go to the Demon Realm to hone his skills for a long time. The future is long, and the fate between Kunlun and him is not yet known."< br>
The faint candle flame flickered and suddenly went out.
But there is no need to light the lamp now.
The three thousand lanterns above the Shinto are all bright, shining in the south of the sky.
The little tiger looked at the three thousand lanterns that were burning together, and there were some incomprehensible emotions in his faint eyes.
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After feeding Wang Yue and Yin Ling Gui Hu, Bai Lian set off and left Xianling City.
Although he has become the new city of Xianling City, Xianling City has no special rules to restrict the city lord from leaving Xianling City.
Furthermore, after the city lords were elected in the past dynasties, the new city lords had the habit of returning to their hometown.
Even the female officer Qingxuan would not have any objections to this.
Bailian's newly selected Tiance Junshan Sword does not have a spirit attached to it, so it is difficult to control the sword with Qi, so Bailian still uses Qiushui Sword instead for the time being. In early spring, there are long and continuous rains, which moisten things and make the mountains and grasses luxuriant.
When he came here, Bai Lian took a white jade car. He was so motion sick that he almost vomited all the way. He didn't take a close look at the scenery of mountains and rivers in this world of mortals.
Now on the way back, the night ink enters the painting, the mountains, seas and rivers are all at your feet, the endless night wind and light rain wash your face, and in the vast world, Balian suddenly feels that his heart has suddenly become broad and free.
As if he remembered something, he couldn't help but touch the fairy tear between his collarbones.
He couldn't remember when he embedded these immortal tears into his bones.
But after receiving these immortal tears, he seemed to feel subtle changes taking place in his body.
During the three days when he drank Sanqing wine and fell asleep, he seemed to have had an extremely long-lasting dream.
Dreams are like sand on the fingertips, a revolving door of lights flashing before my eyes, and then extinguished.
The Immortal Tears did not bring him the magical effect he imagined, but he vaguely realized that these Immortal Tears were definitely useful to him.
If you want to retrieve the memory through these tears, you have to look at it in a dream.
It's easier said than done when the zombie demon falls into a dream.
Bailian gave up this idea for the time being. He raised his head and looked at the rainy night sky. He had something in mind for a moment. When his eyes touched it, the rain in the sky seemed to have become a part of his thoughts at this moment. He Lifting his eyes slightly, he saw that the rain falling from the Milky Way turned into reverse rain and poured up into the sky.
Even the clothes that were soaked by the rain turned into rain, and followed the rain directly into the sky.
Bailian knows that he can indeed control the power of water, but at the same time he also knows that rain is the force of the four seasons, belonging to the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and has no root.
Monks who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in the human world, or even immortals who have transcended tribulations and become immortals, do not have the ability or right to control the rain in the sky at will.
Except for the mythical true dragon who can cast clouds and rain, and the water god king who controls the four seas, no one can make this side of Tianyu obey its orders.
Bailian understood that there was an unknown 'treasure' in his body, and this 'treasure' was probably obtained due to some kind of 'opportunity' during the three days when his memory was blank.
No longer willfully controlling the rain in the sky. The changes in wind and rain in the four seasons of the world all follow the laws and order of heaven and earth. Balian makes the rainy night reappear again.
The rain fell, unable to wet his clothes anymore.
Bailian suddenly stopped while driving his sword northward.
Because a hundred meters ahead, there was an ethereal and graceful slender figure blocking his way.
Bailian knows this woman.
The seventh elder of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
The fourth river in the demon world is Ning Feiyan.
The sound of rain has not stopped, and the sky clouds are floating slowly in the sky.
The night was very dark, and Balian's expression was also very dark.
Because the woman standing in front of her under the sky did not hold any spiritual sword or magic weapon under her feet.
Without the help of magic weapons, they can fly to the sky and escape from the earth by their own strength, which means that the cultivation level between the two of them is separated by mountains and seas.
Ning Feiyan smiled at him. It was cold in early spring, and her fair face was unparalleled in the rain. Her eyes were full of tranquility. She didn't say a word. She obviously didn't mean to say hello politely. She just smiled and remained silent. He raised his right arm and pointed out the empty space with his slender index finger.
A purple butterfly lingered on the fingertips that were wet with rain and mist, and a faint breath of energy spurted out from her fingertips.
The rain fell suddenly and slowly between the sky and the earth. The slender rain strands that had been blown diagonally by the cold wind in the high places seemed to be hindered by something in the air, and were squeezed and condensed into raindrops.
Those raindrops were no more than the size of soybeans. They no longer continued to fall towards the mountains below, but instead hit Bai Lian head-on.
Every raindrop seems light, but it is as heavy as a thousand.
Bailian, under the heavy rain, was as small as a fallen leaf in the sea. With a loud noise, a burst of heavy rain waves was set off, and the hurricane and water foam were centered on Bailian. Side row.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, lowered her pointed index finger toward the earth and pressed lightly, and the orb between her ears shone like fire.
The aura that hit Balian suddenly became terrifying. Amidst the violent flow of air and distorted light around him, he was hit hard into the forest sea below.
Ning Feiyan lowered his arms, and his figure disappeared into the distance like smoke.
Three of the towering trees in the dense forest were knocked down by Balian.
In the misty rain and dust, the wood shattered into pieces, and the rain cracked into mist.
Bailian knelt down on one knee holding a sword. His clothes were dark in color and the water was strong.
His body leaned forward slightly uncontrollably.
Then a thin trace of blood slowly poured out from the slightly pursed pale thin lips, dripping down the red skirt along his chin.
In the dust and mist, Ning Feiyan walked slowly, her expression was very surprised.
Because she was serious about the blow just now, she thought she could knock him down hard, but she didn't expect that he failed to faint.
This is really a bit of trouble, and we have to continue fighting.
The next moment, something even more surprising happened to Ning Feiyan.
Bailian wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his hand. He stood up slowly and looked at her very calmly, with a sudden smile on his lips.
Ning Feiyan frowned subconsciously, looking down slightly, and suddenly there was a stinging pain under the corner of his eye.
A sharp bloody opening slowly opened on her cheek, and the bright red liquid flowed out slowly, making her skin even whiter.
Ning Feiyan was really interested now.
She originally thought it was a one-sided killing, but she never expected that Balian would be able to fight back and injure her during the panic attack just now.
He just took away 30% of the divine source hidden in her body. When it comes to controlling the changes in the rain of heaven and earth, she should stabilize him.
And just how long had passed before he was able to comprehend the power of 30% of the divine source to this extent.
Really breathtaking.
Ning Feiyan looked at Bai Lian and smiled: "You are very powerful, but if you are disobedient, I can kill you tonight."
Balian thought for a moment, raised the newly acquired sword in his hand, smiled and said: "The girl is also very powerful, but if you insist on messing around, I can make you bleed tonight."
It was just a simple retort, and Balian didn't think that words alone could hurt the evil-hearted Master Sihe.
But as soon as he spoke, the smile in Ning Feiyan's eyes disappeared instantly.
As if someone had moved the reverse scales, there was silence all around, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange and depressing.
“Do you want to die?” Ning Feiyan’s eyes fell, hiding murderous intent.
(End of this chapter)