Chapter 764 Ji Pei
"At least it's very realistic, isn't it? After all, even you have hidden it, so it's not that difficult to deceive these young disciples."
Ning Feiyan Youran He sat down and had a tea party under the table. He took out a pair of teacups like magic and slowly poured out the thick white goat cheese tea with misty ice from the teapot.
In this cold weather, she was in great spirits and sipped iced milk tea under the table.
Bailian looked at Hongzhuang, who had cold features and a hopeless expression, and quietly stretched out a leg to kick her, then lowered his voice and said, "Pull your sister back to where she came from."
Hongzhuang crossed her arms and snorted, expressing disdain.
Bailian An asked where the well-behaved guy who blushed and called his brother-in-law in the Beiyuan Forest went?
Why do all succubi turn their faces the same way?
Ning Feiyan took a sip of butter tea calmly, and the rich milk color left a moist pucker on her lips.
Her eyes were narrow and she said: "Hongzhuang is a knife that I am accustomed to using. She has always been the only one to obey my orders. If you ask her to take me away, do you think she has the courage? ?”
Balian glanced at the Hongzhuang sister who was eaten by Ning Feiyan, and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Obviously when I was in the magic city, I was still fighting for you and had deep complaints about you. Now I'm done with it." How long has it been since I’ve been clinging to you even more than before?”
In the past, in the Chaomu Palace, even if Hongzhuang accidentally saw him having sex with Ning Feiyan, although she showed a very unhappy mood, she would not be like now, looking at him with a slowly changing look. It is vigilance, guarding against him like a thief.
She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, her "innocent and ignorant" sister would be abducted by this bad boy like him.
Ning Feiyan raised her beautiful eyebrows lightly, and gave Hongzhuang a sip of the iced cheese tea in the tea cup in her hand. She looked at Bailian sideways and joked:
"In the human world Isn’t there a saying that if you have breasts, you’re a mother? Although I, Ning Feiyan, am not a good person, she has been with me for so many years. As the master, since I have a mouthful of flesh to eat, her bones are indispensable. .”
Hongzhuang, who was obediently lowering her head to enjoy Ning Feiyan's gentle feeding, suddenly choked and coughed. A blush quickly appeared on her face. Her black eyes were panicked. She blushed and pushed away the tea cup she handed her, refusing to drink any more. .
Bailian was so angry that he was about to hit her on the head. Ning Feiyan continued to laugh and said: "I mean, as Sihe, I rebel against the Demon Lord, leave the Demon Realm, and seize the Realm Gate, no matter where it is. He is an unforgivable sinner who has implicated the nine clans.
A traitor like me has appeared in the Beiyuan Forest. I am afraid that the entire Succubus clan will be implicated, but I am not just a protector. By saving her and protecting Mrs. Ning, whom she cares deeply about, I allowed the succubus clan to take root in the world and prevent them from being invaded by foreign enemies.
Now I am not just her food and clothing parent. She is also the bread and butter of all succubi. Tell me, should she listen to me or yours?"
Bailian was stunned, but not surprised.
Although Ning Feiyan has only been away from the demon world for half a year, as the master of the Four Rivers with multiple identities in the human world, it is not too difficult to establish a habitat for succubi to survive.
Based on what Balian knew about her, he did not think that Ning Feiyan was protecting the bloodline of the succubus clan out of the morality of the same clan.
After all, the fact that she preserved such a group of succubi was similar to him adopting demons.
Ning Feiyan is a complete materialist. She does not care about the warmth and warmth of people. She does not have any sympathy even for the younger generations of her own race.
Even though Hongzhuang looked at her with a look of dependence and even admiration, Bailian never understood what kind of feelings Ning Feiyan had for Hongzhuang.
The undisguised disgust, teasing, and toying with Hong Zhuang's various emotions in her eyes were not false, but unfortunately, when it came to Hong Zhuang's life crisis, she was always the first to stand up.
Ning Feiyan seems to have thousands of faces hidden in her heart, making it difficult to guess them all. Facing her like this, Balian always has a headache: "What are you planning today? "
Ning Feiyan nodded and said: "Miss Yunrong has a wish and wants you to come down the mountain, but you are rebellious and disobedient. You can't even listen to my good words. I must not ruin your studies. , looking for a high-sounding reason to drive you down the mountain?
After all, I am your aunt now. If you can't complete my studies, if I drive you away, even the Thirteen Swords will not be able to keep you. "
Bailian turned over the unlit dial in his hand and said with a smile: "So you prepared this dragon-snake sword array for me?"
"But it's a pity that you should be disappointed."
Bailian's fingers moved across the disk inch by inch. When he touched it, his fingertips were like dragons and snakes swimming around, and the gray lines on the disk began to follow his movements. The guidance of your fingertips is like breathing life into it.
Countless sword characters have been dismantled. From the dead gray wood to the cloud electric wind lamp, it only takes a moment. The thousand-word sword characters are like the interpretation of the stele, or like the lightning from the Taixu.
Unlike the star-blue glow on other people's dials, there is a faint golden glow that diffuses out.
Bailian's movements as he traced his movements became more and more heavy, and the sword needle suspended on the dial buzzed, making an extremely clear and long sound.
From the beginning to the end, the sword needle in Bailian's hand did not rotate in any way, but what was really moving and rotating was the line sword pattern with the sword needle as its axis. As it slowly rotated, it seemed to be forming. The sky is small and the earth is narrow, snaking through the mountains and rivers.
The clear sound of the sword made everyone look back in shock.
The sword needle remains motionless, like a thousand-year-old sword propped up between mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.
Bailian felt that the feeling at this moment was extremely strange. He had clearly never seen the dragon-snake sword formation of the Tianxi Sword Sect, but the moment he took the dial, he really felt the three thousand swords. heavy weight.
A feeling of nothingness and formlessness is extremely strong.
The starlight is as light as golden scales, and the lonely corner where Bailian sits seems to be vaguely like the bustling Jianmo, and the magical atmosphere of the spring breeze on both sides of the river.
Ying Xiu's fingers suddenly pinched the corners of the table until they turned pale, and the blood on his face began to fade.
Qi Liancheng also opened his mouth in disbelief.
Just when all of this is about to fall into place, the feat that will shock everyone’s eyes is about to be completed.
Bailian's steady fingers finally flicked, rubbing out subtle deviations, and the orderly golden runes instantly collapsed and suddenly collapsed.
The dial, which was harder than black iron, cracked and fell to the ground into a pile of scraps.
"Pfft..." I don't know who it was, but I couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
The color on Ying Xiu's face returned a little, but fortunately he didn't lose his composure too much. His expression dropped. He raised his eyes and silently glanced at Jiang Yunqin.
Jiang Yunqin hurriedly raised his sleeves to cover his lips, hiding the smile that had not yet subsided at the corners of his lips.
In the curtain, Junjun, who was spinning the dial in front of the top, fixed his fingers and pressed down on the pointer on the dial. He looked back with doubtful eyes.
Su Jing stopped reading the scroll and turned his head to look at Bai Lian. His eyes slid leisurely under his desk, lost in thought.
Bailian threw away the remaining materials in his hand, and the pointer slipped along his fingers.
He slowly pursed his lips, ignoring the looks around him that ranged from shock and amazement to contempt and ridicule.
Bailian put his fingers on the table, gently folded his knuckles, and slowly left five deep finger marks on the red lacquered sandalwood table.
Ning Feiyan smiled sweetly, still sitting calmly out of sight of others, drinking ice tea.
Hongzhuang lay beside her, her cheeks flushed as she watched her calmly retract her little claws from the little corpse demon's side. Why is the corpse demon afraid of such low-level tricks as tickling?
At this time, the voice belonging to the puppet Ji Yan sounded outside the table: "Every dial here is the hard work of the five sword masters. If You are unable to refer to it, and your personal abilities are limited, so I will not complain more.
I don’t know how to interpret the sword text, but I have to force it. It’s too much to have the hard work of sword masters ruined like this. Little guy, you don’t have the talent to practice swordsmanship. After today’s class, you’d better go down the mountain as soon as possible.”
Balian quietly touched the ground of the table with one hand, grabbed her little foot like a revenge, and tickled her gently with his fingers in the sole of the foot.
However, his face calmly suppressed his emotions and said: "Gold comes from the mine, and jade comes from the stone. It is impossible to seek truth without illusion. There are thousands of ways to break a sword. I think I can give it a try."
This is so true that I don’t know the depth of it.
Everyone no longer wanted to laugh or sarcastically. Qi Liancheng also shook his head and smiled. Why should he be so serious with a fool?
Ning Nv Mo, the culprit, blinked at Balian: "Why, it's all broken into pieces like this, why don't you give up?"
Bailian said angrily: "Why are you doing this? Have you become so obedient to Yun Rong’s words?”
Ning Feiyan shrugged, with an innocent look on his face: "I can't help it, who told me to call her sister."
Bailian snorted coldly, looking at the mess on the case, and fell into deep thought. .
Beyond Dongshan Mountain, the morning light shines through the dawn sky and reflects the mountains. There is a man with a feather crown sitting on the edge of a cliff.
The sun hangs far away on the eastern horizon, its rays of light flickering through the gaps between the green mountains on both sides of the bank. The atmospheric scene between the mountains is solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, the man with the feather crown suddenly felt something. He raised his head, and a purple thunder suddenly tore out in the bright sky.
In the sound of lightning and thunder, a man carrying a sword broke through the clouds and landed on the edge of the cliff. He held a charred head in his hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, and said sect leader.
Sword Master Yu just glanced at the head in his hand and said, "Solved?"
As the son of the master of Fengliu Sword and the leader of 'Qilei' Ye Yichuan He presented the charred head with both hands: "The head of 'Youbing' Lu Zhuang is here, my disciple is lucky to have lived up to his command!"
Qilei Youbing are all sect swords created by Tianxi's direct disciples. Pawn power.
Ye Yichuan is a direct disciple of the Twelve Swords, and he has three hundred Qilei soldiers.
Lu Zhuang is a direct disciple of Six Swords, and he has 500 sword soldiers.
There is a huge disparity in power between the two. In this ambush, without the sword master Yu's clear sword intent, Ye Yichuan would not have been able to take Lu Zhuang's head unscathed.
Sword Master Yu's eyes were cold, like the wind on a snowy cliff, bone-chilling: "Luzhuang, did you really appear in the realm of Changqing Pavilion?"
Ye Yichuan remained silent. The veins on the back of the hand holding the head were bulging, and it was clear that his inner emotions were far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
The legal realm of Chang Qing Pavilion seals the ‘taboo’. In the Tianxi Sword Sect, not many people know about the ‘taboo’.
As a direct disciple, Lu Zhuang's appearance here was obviously not what Ye Yichuan expected.
In the morning, a snowy rain fell in the mountains, and there was a tide of chaos in Sword Master Yu's eyes: "After all, if you have a fight with Luzhuang's friend, even if he betrays the Tianxi, I promise You bury his body in the ground.”
“Kowtow to the sect leader for completeness!” Ye Yichuan kowtowed heavily on the ground and said: “Sect master, there are still disciples. It’s an unkind request, but I hope the sect leader will agree.”
Sword Master Yu Dan said: “Do you hope that I will forgive the five hundred sword soldiers under Lu Zhuang?”
< br>Ye Yichuan buried his head and said in a deep voice: "What Lu Zhuang did by one person will not cause as much harm as the five hundred swordsmen. I hope the sect master can treat it leniently."
Sword Master Yu's ten slender fingers were intertwined and placed on his lap. There was no indifference in his face, but an absolute calmness in analyzing the situation.
Absolutely calm, it can also be said to be inhumane and ruthless.
“Lu Zhuang has been lurking in the Tianxi Sword Sect for so many years. He alone would never be able to hide himself so successfully. So you can be sure that the five hundred swordsmen he implicated are all innocent. "
Ye Yichuan turned pale and moved his lips A strip of blood was drawn from their bites, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you want to say, sect leader, that you would rather kill someone wrong than let it go?"
Jian Zhuyu took a deep breath and said, "Since I am the sect leader, We will never tolerate traitors, but we will not allow our disciples to be wronged for no reason.
Yi Chuan, please keep these five hundred people to death for me. Now that Lu Zhuang has been executed, if he really has invisible ditch rats under his command, you must get rid of them for me! ”
Although Ye Yichuan got the result he wanted and saved the five hundred ghost soldiers for the time being, he looked at the man in front of him with a majestic face, and his whole body exuded a kind of insensitivity. His coldness and indifference slowly caused a chill to creep up his spine.
The sect leader said that the five hundred disciples would be thoroughly investigated and killed. He openly suspected that there were traitors who were in cahoots with Lu Zhuang.
But those swordsmen. They are just a group of inner disciples, how can they attract so much attention from the sect master?
Or rather, what he really suspected was not Lu Zhuang's direct subordinate You Bing, but the one who went up to him...
Ye Yichuan suddenly broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly extinguished the terrible thought in his heart. He glanced at Sword Master Yu with a complicated expression, then resigned and left.
Shortly after Ye Yichuan left, another figure appeared on the cliff.
The eldest princess of Qin, Zhao Wenjun, stood not far away and looked at him quietly. The cloak draped on her shoulders fluttered lightly with the mountain breeze, but her black hair was not as freehand as the past. Floating lightly in the mountain snow.
"Lüzhuang belongs to Ji Pei."
And Ji Pei came from the Zhongyou Dynasty, that woman was once the most loyal minister.
He has enough reasons to rebel.
In front of Sword Master Yu, she always seems to be so outspoken.
Due to a heavy snow and rain, the first morning light gradually dimmed, and the sky returned to the gray color of the Tianshan Mountains. Sword Master Yu's eyes shone with an unknown light.
He was quiet for a long time, and finally said: "Wenjun, help me check Ji Pei."
(End of this chapter)