Chapter 1006 A Different Breakfast
It was not that Balian was afraid of this sudden surge in power.
Faced with this huge temptation of sword intent, Balian stopped talking and did not continue to deepen his understanding.
Although Bailian's current cultivation level has reached the level of transcending tribulation, he is still considered to be at the top of the human world.
Ke Taishang Dao Qingjian Jue, his father has practiced for nearly a thousand years but has only reached the fifth level.
The more powerful the sword technique, the greater the demand for spiritual power.
For him now, if he uses the power of the fifth level of Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue, one sword will be enough to knock him out.
If he continues to comprehend the sixth level or even the seventh level, it will be difficult to control his spiritual power and even his mental power.
Bailian was not in a hurry for success, he meditated to calm his turbulent mood.
After taking a sip of moonshine wine, the depleted mental and spiritual power were replenished in time.
The strong dizziness in my head that I couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy was finally diluted.
The bones returned and merged with the body, just like a rootless tree suddenly finding its roots.
The spiritual power and blood power that were originally swimming irregularly in the body have found a home and have a sense of reality.
The physical body is no longer easy to fall apart, and the practice system in the body finally forms a complete link.
The strong physique originally belonging to the corpse demon is also gradually being restored.
Bailian lowered his head and clenched his fists. The huge trauma caused by Golden Immortal Baiyang no longer became difficult to deal with.
During the powerful surge of blood energy, tiny lightning bolts clinging to the flesh and blood of the meridians like caries in the tarsus, wreaking havoc and flashing in the palm of the hand, were forced out of the body bit by bit.
Open your palms, and a wisp of blue flame jumps between the palms, exuding the blazing temperature of the flames.
His body was already devoured by the crows in the Chaos Valley.
It is a body that was rebuilt by the Taiyin Emperor in those three years by merging the Nine Netherworld Fire with the power of his own divine source.
At Fang Geyu's banquet, what shocked Mu Yunye and forced him to retreat was the inherent death pressure of the Nine Netherworld Fire.
Originally, I thought that this physical body was no longer the original one, and that there would be a rejection reaction when fused with the bones of this immortal. But now it seems that the fusion is quite perfect.
The control of the Nine Netherworld Fire has become more and more skillful and powerful.
Bailian's goal of retrieving the bones can be considered half achieved, but there has been no progress in terms of Fang Geyu's predicament or Xiao Bailong's capture.
Ninety-nine acts mysteriously and cannot be figured out, and his methods are ruthless and cruel, but there is also a subtle... fear that he will die.
Balian didn't think she was really worried that his life was in danger, but to her, it seemed that his life was of greater use if he was saved until the end.
The wind blows through the mountains, and the snowy city is like weeping.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth are getting more and more violent, seeming to bury this ancient thousand-year-old silver city under the ice and snow.
Fang Geyu opened the window, and the whistling wind mixed with snow particles poured into the house. The snow flakes were tearing and flying in the wind.
The locket pendant on the girl's chest was blown away.
Her dark and calm eyes looked at the pale blue color of the sky, which was exactly the color before dawn broke into darkness.
The rising sun jumps out of the clouds, and its faint golden light falls on the world.
The outline of the giant-blade snow tower that has not faded for thousands of years gradually became clearer in sight.
The end of the snow tower directly touches the blue sky. It seems to be the most touching place on the Nine Provinces, farthest from the Nine Heavens.
Only the most noble and honorable people in Shifang City can reach the top of the tower.
And for thousands of years, there are only two people who have truly climbed up to Adachi and the land closest to the sky.
Fang Geyu is one of them. Now that I think about it carefully, I actually feel that there is nothing strange about that place.
It's so high up from the sky, except for the coldness and emptiness, I don't feel much.
Even when a self-proclaimed cultivator jumped down from such a high place, in the extremely cold wind and snow, his body was completely frozen into ice before it hit the ground.
So much so that she is at the bottom of the tower, no matter how hard she looks for it.
What he got was just a handful of light cherry-colored snow dust.
There are no corpses left, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, and when the wind blows, all the color is gone.
As far as the eye can see, there is only a terrifying and endless expanse of white.
As his thoughts gradually faded away, Fang Geyu's dark eyes suddenly became clear.
She turned her eyes slightly and looked sideways at the figure of a woman who did not belong to her reflected in the bronze mirror.
Dressed in snow and wearing a crane cloak, with black hair and jade skin, the cold woman looked like a snowman, just standing quietly in the mirror.
In addition to being enchanting and graceful, she also has a noble and awe-inspiring temperament, which means spring and snow.
Fang Geyu's soul-sucking black eyes flickered, looking at the bronze mirror without any emotion.
The mirror suddenly shattered, and the figure also shattered and cracked in the broken trajectory.
Fang Geyu stood up slowly, half-bent in front of the window.
With a careless sneer on her face, she stretched and said, "You are really pervasive."
She strolled over and tapped her finger on the mirror, and the cracks healed instantly. Smooth into a flat surface.
The face of the woman in the mirror also returned to perfection, and she approached Fang Geyu.
A cold smile appeared on Fang Geyu's face, he closed his hand and made a fist, and then punched him hard and cleanly.
The snow-white and cute little fist hit the mirror, but did not make any sound, as if it was submerged in the water and sank into the mirror.
That fist hit the woman's face with great precision, and the illusion in the mirror disappeared without a trace.
The Shifang Sword placed on the brocade table buzzed and trembled, as if it had been greatly stimulated, and it was almost unsheathed.
Fang Geyu rubbed his fists and looked back coldly.
The Shifang Sword fell to the ground with a clang and became quiet.
The maid who was bringing toiletries and breakfast into the room saw this scene and shouted in surprise: "Miss Third, why did you throw the Shifang Sword to the ground?"
The maid glanced hurriedly, and two little maids quickly walked out from behind her, carefully wrapped the Shifang Sword in a kerchief, and placed it respectfully on the sword stand.
Fang Geyu had a piece of hair that had been lifted up from sleep standing crookedly on her head. She yawned with a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.
Fang Geyu walked up to the maid as if nothing had happened and lifted the breakfast box with his fingers.
Pick up a soup dumpling and put it into your mouth.
Her cheeks bulged, and the soup was all over her hands. She said vaguely: "It's just a sword, and it deserves to be treated with such fear and fear."
The maid's face was distorted and she said twice: "Miss Third, you haven't rinsed your mouth and hands yet."
Fang Geyu simply took out the whole plate, held it in his arms, and held it in one hand. A cup of soy milk and a steamed bun in his mouth:< br>
“It’s like rinsing after eating, um...bring me that bowl of spicy soup.”
Looking at her imageless figure so early in the morning, her bare eyes Their feet were scratching each other's ankles, and their hair was as shaggy as ghosts.
After eating the steamed buns, her hands filled with soup nonchalantly wiped them on her nightgown. The maid's heart was shattered.
"Third Miss, today is the Poseidon Festival, such an important day.
The city lord will personally travel to the city to participate in the ceremony. You can't be so casual and unkempt."
Fang Geyu The tip of my nose was so spicy from the bowl of hot spicy soup that beads of sweat broke out.
She seemed a little afraid of spicy food, but she liked this one very well. She could only drink from the bowl in small sips, and replied nonchalantly:
"I know, I know, Poseidon If you want to participate in the festival, you need to have breakfast.
You can't torment yourself on an empty stomach, hmm...why did you remember to make spicy soup this morning? ”
Shifangcheng’s food tastes on the light side, and the chefs in her house make exquisite snacks very well. But breakfast meals like Hu spicy soup are rarely cooked and eaten.
The maid looked slightly nervous and asked carefully: "What? Is the third lady not used to this taste? "
"Not really, it tastes pretty good, a bit strange, but it doesn't taste like it was made by a chef in the house. ”
The maid next to her attaches great importance to her dietary health and will not buy food from unknown sources.
But Fang Geyu was not afraid of being poisoned to death.
Whatever goes into her mouth is not something worth caring about as long as it is to her liking.
Although Fang Geyu was sipping the soup in small sips, his speed was not slow at all. In the time it took him to speak, the soup was half shallow.
The maid smiled knowingly and said, "As long as Miss Third likes it, the cooks in the mansion have a day off today, so this breakfast was not prepared by them."
"Dong Yunqi still has this skill?" Fang Geyu was surprised.
The maid covered her lips and smiled, and said: "How can this maid have such good craftsmanship? It's Mr. Ji who came to our house early in the morning to prepare these breakfast meals. He treats the third lady like a You are so attentive.”
Fang Geyu paused, and the casual expression on his face gradually faded.
She put the soup bowl in her hand on the table, frowned, and said unhappily: "Mr. Ji? Who is that?
Dong Yun, my house is Fang Geyu's. When can the door be opened to outsiders at will? ”
After returning from Xianling City, although Fang Geyu's temper was still as arbitrary as before, his temper was much restrained.
But it’s more of a restraint than a lack of intention. Many things have become less fussy than before.
Even if the people in the house did something wrong, she became less carefree.
But today's calm temper was really frightening.
Dong Yun suddenly had a troubled expression on his face: "This... it was only after the Lord of the City agreed that I welcomed Mr. Ji into the mansion."
Fang Geyu's face darkened, "When will I no longer be able to decide who enters my own mansion?"
She also threw away the bun in her hand, "Where is he now?" Are you still staying at the house?”
Dong Yun hesitated for a while and said: “I’m waiting outside the door now... Third Miss, this After all, you are the person recognized by the Lord of the City. It is very likely that you will become the young lady in the future..."
Under Fang Ge's dagger-like eyes, Dongyun closed his mouth knowingly and lowered his head: "My maid. Just go and send him back."
"No need." Fang Geyu wiped his dirty hands on the tablecloth.
"Since you're all here, why not invite Zhang Zhangyan to come in? Mr. Ji, the man who can catch my father's fancy, can meet for a while."
Dongyun looked weird, listening to Fang Geyu This dialect of speech seemed to indicate that Mr. Ji had long been forgotten.
With her overly proud and arrogant temperament, she has severe face blindness towards people she doesn't care about.
It is normal to automatically filter out relevant memories in your mind.
But the night party was only five days ago, and she heard rumors.
That Young Master Ji was particularly aggressive, but in front of many suitors from the Heavenly Realm and the Lord of the City, he forcibly kissed the third lady.
After encountering such a thing, he was able to turn around and forget all about it.
Dongyun also had to admire his young lady's fierceness and forgetfulness.
But being willing to meet people is a good thing after all.
Lest Fang Geyu would regret it, Dongyun quickly invited Bai Lian into the house.
The windows were open, the wind and snow were still pouring into the house, and the blazing charcoal fire in the fireplace was extinguished.
Fang Geyu's two tender, soft white feet were bare in the carpet, resting on top of each other, and he kept raising Yuxue's cute toes.
She looked at Bai Lian who came into the room with strange scrutiny.
"Will you all go down?"
After dismissing the maids, Balian has not yet spoken.
The little feet that were already restlessly buried in the thick carpet flew up and stepped heavily on Bailian's chest.
The force is not light. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be severely disabled by this kick.
But Bai Lian has just fused his own bones. The corpse demon's body is different from ordinary people. This foot falling on his body is like scratching an itch.
But faced with Fang Geyu’s willful behavior, he still took two steps back in cooperation.
He had a half-smile on his face, and when he was about to speak, he heard Fang Geyu's cold and unfamiliar voice.
"You are so capable that you were able to convince my father to sneak into my mansion?
I heard they all call you Mr. Ji? When did there be a person like you in the world?"
Bailian's expression suddenly froze, and he stared at Fang Geyu's cold little face.
Confirming that she was not joking at all, she seemed to understand something in an instant.
A heart gradually sank into the ice cave.
"Fang Geyu, you... erased my memory?" Bailian came to a cruel conclusion.
This guy!
It is absolutely unreasonable to act like this!
This time it was Fang Geyu's turn to be stunned. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Oh? So you are the Balian mentioned in the message in my letter?"
" Leave a message in the letter?”
Fang Geyu looked slightly impatient: "A few days ago, I should have sealed and erased all the memories of a certain person, and left a note for me the next day, explaining everything.
Now it seems that you are really a big trouble for forcing me into such a situation."
She stood up, as if she was still asleep, and hit her again. Owe: "But for me at this moment, the past has been wiped away, and everything about you is blank.
No matter what you want from me, you should already know it.
I was born in response to the sword, and my seven emotions and six desires have become fossils. The plans in your heart are destined to fail, so you should wake up early.”
"Fang Geyu, for a broken sword, you really will do anything..."
Bailian's voice was as calm as water, his eyes were calm, but his mind was always sharp. But Fang Geyu could clearly feel that he was angry.
And he was still very angry.
But he was so angry that he laughed softly again. His round pupils were dark and wet, as if they were separated by a layer of fog.
He took a step closer to Fang Geyu.
Because he was a head taller than her, he had to bend down slightly to keep her eye level:
"Yes, you always live with such sharp edges, your voice is loud and hurtful to others and yourself, and your actions are Totally reckless.
Sometimes it makes people hate it. It's itchy. But..."
Bailian suddenly raised his hand, gently smoothed the tangled hair on her head, and chuckled:
"For me. , you are very important, you will always have a step down with me.
This time, it's still the case.
It doesn’t matter if you abandon the past, we can start over from the beginning.
I have endless patience for you. ”
I thought this kid was laughing in anger, after all, he was clearly angry and angry just now.
But in the blink of an eye, he calmed himself down. Already?
Fang Geyu couldn't help but wonder what the structure of this guy's brain was, and how could he act and think so completely differently from other people?
And what’s the matter with this sticky feeling? It looks like...a male vixen.
The note didn't say that the person she abandoned and forgotten voluntarily had such a messy character.
(End of this chapter)