Chapter 1147 The Young Master in a Wheelchair
Lin Xi was originally the orphan of the God of Sile in the Immortal World. He was weak in nature and could see through life and death. Everyone said that Taixuan Su Jing Wangqing.
But Ning Feiyan knows that in this world, the only person who can truly forget one's feelings is the Master Lin Xi.
But at this moment, she actually took the initiative to get involved in this dispute. The plain hand that could only play the piano and hairpin flowers was stained with the blood of the immortal, and became a murderous hand.
Ning Feiyan defected to the demon world and does not belong to the immortal sect. She can act unscrupulously and without restraint.
But doesn’t Lin Xi know what consequences her actions will bring to her sect?
Could it be that that stupid cat carried her on his back and incurred an extra romantic debt somewhere?
Good guy, does she remember that this kid’s first love in the world was the young master of Palace Master Lin Xi, right?
However, this is not what Ning Feiyan cares about most.
What she cares more about is...
With Lin Xi's cultivation level, which was only capable of transcending the soul-stealing realm, how could she kill a white immortal silently and instantly overnight?
And looking at Hongzhuang’s appearance, she didn’t seem to care about letting them know that it was she who killed Bai Xian.
“Oh, it seems that Cangwu Palace also has its own little secret.”
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes and smiled with a charming face: “I am my concubine. , but I like to collect little secrets like this~"
She fell gracefully from the branches, like a purple butterfly falling on the snow, the light gauze of her shawl trailing to the ground fluttered gently in the wind, the smoke was blue and white, and she looked like a fairy in a painting. magic.
The gate of the realm is hidden, and it really takes no more than a stick of incense.
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The morning fog is thick and the frost is thick and white.
A few rays of sword light pierced the sky and cut through the morning fog.
Several monks gathered from all over the human world first sensed the pure immortal breath in this snow forest.
They were overjoyed. At this critical moment, following the immortal in the sky, even if they just picked up some scraps, it would be an extremely rich fortune.
Even if you don’t get any benefits, it is a great blessing to have good reputation in front of the immortals.
The few disciples from the third-rate cultivation sects from all sides came after them excitedly, but when they saw the scene in the snow forest, they couldn't help but froze in place.
“Oh my god! This immortal is actually sucking the scale powder of the Bone Demon Butterfly.”
"That's a forbidden thing from the immortal realm. How dare he do that."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the immortal who eats the wind and drinks the dew? Look at his crazy appearance, I'm afraid he's sucking this scale powder forbidden thing. It’s been quite a while, right?”
“He is seeking death, in the fairy world. There is an order to prohibit the contamination of evil things like the Bone Demon Butterfly. This is a serious crime."
I came here with great interest, but who would have thought that I would encounter such an unlucky side, those who are eager to flatter me. At this moment, the monks all retreated thirty feet away as if they were afraid of being contaminated by something dirty.
“Why don’t we go up and help him?” Someone said kindly, but his tone couldn’t hide the hint of watching a show.
The fall of an immortal is a rare sight that happens once in a thousand years.
The bad nature of human beings is always like this. People who were admired in every possible way one moment have become the objects of drama the next moment.
This is the normal state of the world, with three, six, and nine classes and distinct classes.
The monks of hundreds of immortal sects in the world look down on warriors, and warriors look down on mortals who are born, old, sick and die.
And the immortal who lives above the clouds looks down on all living beings, and also looks down upon the monks in the lower world.
Especially the immortals from the upper world like Tan Yuansi who are born with spiritual power and are destined to become immortals look down upon the monks who are struggling in the troubled world of mortals and trying to take care of the fate of mortals.
Although the path to immortality is prosperous, monks in the human world often suffer from the looks down on them from the immortals.
Even the third-rate sect forces have to offer expensive spiritual power to the Shangqing Immortal every year, but it is always difficult to get a good look.
But for the sake of their dreams of the great road, they have to be humble and flattering.
According to common sense, when an immortal is in trouble, monks like them should be the ones rushing to show their kindness and help.
A small helping hand can be exchanged for a big opportunity, so why not do it.
But now they know that helping Tan Yuansi like this is just a waste of effort.
Not to mention that Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan will not tolerate him. Once he is contaminated by the Bone Demon Butterfly, even an immortal will be a complete useless person from now on.
Why waste efforts to save a fallen immortal who is rotting from the inside out?
“If Brother Fei has good intentions and wants to save him, we will never stop him.”
Someone laughed loudly and said: "It's just that being contaminated by the bone-sucking demon butterfly is a taboo in the immortal sect. We must carefully record this immortal leader's forbidden process on a jade slip and cast it to the Golden Immortal Bird Liu Da as soon as possible." Talent is the only one who can prevent more people from suffering."
Tan Yuansi listened to the group of people talking and laughing with him as the main body, and felt like he was being stung by a poisonous sting!
He couldn't control his body. Damn it, he had just smoked scale powder and was extremely conscious.
This is also the viciousness of Ning Feiyan.
Crack, click, click...
The sound of the spiritual flow recorded on the jade slip made Tan Yuansi feel heartbroken and his eyes were about to burst.
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Golden Fairy Bird Liu’s eyes were deep, looking at a star sliding down the sky, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the wheelchair not far away. The young man in white.
He sighed softly and said: "Even if you are the prince of the fairy kingdom, you still have to pay the price for your willful behavior today."
"Oh?" A deep and gentle voice drifted amid the sound of wind and snow.
The young man in white sitting in the wheelchair has five fingers wrapped around a thin vine silk as soft as the blue wind.
He slowly raised a face with clear features like sculptures, a pair of pupils with light gray color, and the man said expressionlessly:
"I don't know how disabled I am. , what other price can be paid for this willful behavior? Mr. Queliu can come and get it as much as he wants, Jibai...nothing wrong."
Jinxian Queliu's ruthless face is not as sharp as before, and there seems to be some helplessness in his reserved and sharp eyes. : "Your Highness, please don't embarrass me."
"I won't make things difficult for Lord Queliu." Shen Jibai said with a calm and good-tempered face: "I will ask Lord Queliu to go back and do a good job. How about I pay the price with my head?" ”
The rattan silk is as slender and soft as hair, as light as weightless, floating in the wind.
And the vines climbed up along the wind traces, and made a virtual circle around the young master's neck.
He moved his five fingers lightly, and the extremely thin vines flew gently. It looked extremely beautiful, but it hid a great danger.
As long as he tightens his fist slightly with his five fingers, the next moment, the green vines as thin as gossamer will suddenly twist in, break the fairy clothes, and make his head fall to the ground in an instant.
Who would have thought that the person who could helplessly trap Jinxianqueliu in this snowy realm would be His Highness the Crown Prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom of the Immortal World, who was threatening him with death.
If there were other immortals here, I am afraid they would be even more surprised that this young master Shen Jibai, who has always had the appearance of a green pine tree and an exquisite ink painting, would also be the daughter of this daughter. It's like "crying, making trouble, and hanging myself".
But the scary thing is that this common move is extremely effective. Because the Crown Prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, the Jibai Master who is famous in the world, has an extremely high status.
He possesses the only unique technique that can create spiritual roots that is unique in the world. He is extremely talented and studied under Emperor Zun.
Regardless of his personal ability or his lofty status, I believe that no one can watch him being forced to die in front of his eyes.
No one can bear such responsibility.
It can even be said that because of his unique talent, even if he is facing the demon king at this moment, he would not be willing to let such a genius die.
But for Golden Fairy Bird Willow, these are not the most important.
As a judicial golden immortal, he knows that his responsibility is greater than anything else, and he is not afraid of taking the blame for forcing the prince of the immortal kingdom and the disciple of the immortal to death.
Completing the killing order comes first, and taking responsibility comes later.
Even if the person in front of him is a threat from a superior immortal, he can still fight against it without blinking an eye.
But this person... happened to be Shen Jibai.
The Shen Jibai who once saved his life and gave him a new life.
Jinxianqueliu is the god in charge of killing. Two hundred years ago, he had not officially been in charge of the law.
Being in charge of the war and slaying demons caused him to become too murderous. He was unable to balance himself for a while, his spiritual roots were broken, and he was facing the danger of the collapse of the immortal world.
Jinxianqueliu is indifferent and indifferent by nature, but he is still unwilling to accept the important event of life and death.
The immortal road is vast and the road is ruthless.
The rules of cultivating immortals in the Shangqing Realm are also cruel and indifferent. His spiritual roots are broken and his immortal clothes are broken and difficult to repair. The new war immortal god has succeeded and is about to take over his position of authority.
Even Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has given up on him and erected a star tomb soul monument for him for future generations to worship.
Just when Jinxianqueliu was unwilling but had to accept this cruel fact, it was Shen Jibai who refined an immortal spiritual root, allowing him to reshape the immortal soul in immortal clothes.
The quality of that immortal spiritual root is even higher than the original spiritual root of Golden Fairy Bird.
Taking this opportunity, he did not retreat but advanced, and he witnessed the magic of Shen Jibai's ingenious hands.
If it hadn't been for Shen Jibai, Queliu would still be just a lone star in the Xinghai Soul Tomb.
The kindness of rebuilding is as heavy as a mountain.
And in the immortal world, there are more than thousands of people like Queliu who have received great favor from Shen Jibai.
Afterwards, Jinxianqueliu, who never made promises easily, knelt down to thank Penglai and promised that he would repay his kindness with his life.
Jinxianqueliu will never forget that day. In the early morning mountain view, the young man in white in the court was bad at walking. He made a cup of tea and said to him lightly:
"It's just... It's something that happens easily, Mr. Queliu doesn't have to If you feel sorry for me, why don't you try some new tea for me and give me a few words of advice, so as to balance the favor, don't say more."
There is no shortage of hypocritical and noble people in the world, especially those who love to play. He took off his clothes and hid his identity and fame.
It is clear that he is eager to give out small favors and make people die for him, but on the surface, he still wants to maintain the demeanor of a born expert.
Those who live in the immortal way especially love this way.
The mountains are high and the rivers are dangerous, and the long journey ahead will be difficult, not in the mountains, not in the water, but in the changing of human relationships.
Although Shen Jibai has a reputation of being reclusive and indifferent, he is the wind in the forest.
Ke Queliu also believes that in this world, it is impossible for a simple immortal to give away such a precious and almost extravagant spiritual root without any purpose.
People's hearts are unpredictable, and all those who invest in Qiong Yao need to be repaid. Xianzun Zhuzhan has no way of repaying him for his kindness.
When necessary, when the war between immortals and demons breaks out, he needs to die in repayment.
Giving spiritual roots and rekindling with kindness is far better than the kindness of knowing and meeting. Que Liu does not believe that the prince of the fairy kingdom has no selfish motives.
There are too many people in the world who are tempted by benefits and seduced by emotions. Among the six realms, the pursuit of rights is the same everywhere.
He is the crown prince of the Immortal Kingdom, conquers the Immortal Party, and secretly cultivates loyal staff. This is a common tactic for those with high status to win over.
Queliu has been in the immortal world for thousands of years, and he also knows a lot about this way.
He didn't take it seriously. Even if he had selfish motives, he had to accept this overwhelming kindness. If Shen Jibai needed it, he would be willing to repay it generously as long as it did not violate the laws of the fairy world and benevolence and morality.
Chrysanthemum landed on Penglai Island with this determination.
But when he saw the cup of tea handed over by Shen Jibai, all the reasonable thoughts in his heart were completely overturned.
The look in Shen Ji's eyes when he handed over the tea was too clean, so clean that he could only hold the cup of tea.
It has nothing to do with Fengyue's power, or the so-called grace of reinvention.
His overly peaceful expression seemed to really feel that the rare and precious fairy spirit root was just an ordinary thing given away, just like the ingenuity and ingenuity deep in the human nature of this world. The weirdness has nothing to do with him.
At that moment, he was in the mortal world, but Que Liu felt that he did not belong to this troubled world.
Queliu drank the cup of tea, which was slightly astringent but sweet in the mouth. It was just an ordinary cup of tea in the human world. He had drunk such tea before he ascended to immortality.
He knew that this was a kind of old crude tea often drunk by ordinary farmers, and it tasted cheap and bitter.
Because this tea is so cheap, you can simply scald it with boiling water, fill a full jar, let it cool and put it in a cool place in the field, and you can drink it for several days.
No one can cook it carefully and slowly like Shen Jibai.
He was very good at tea ceremony, but the tea was so poor that even if it was cooked by Shen Jibai himself, it tasted no different from ordinary coarse tea.
However, Queliu did not respond perfunctorily because of the poor quality of this tea. He still commented seriously: "This tea is excellent for quenching thirst."
But to outsiders, this very short comment It's really perfunctory.
But Shen Jibai smiled faintly, and that smile was like the warmth of the spring breeze, and his features became clearer.
No one in heaven or on earth has ever seen such an immortal monk.
His heart palpitated for a moment, as if he had realized something.
Que Liu remembered that although Shen Jibai was the prince of the fairy kingdom, he was born a mortal because of his low status as a mother, and was just a tea-picking girl in Penglai Mountain.
Only because of his excellent appearance, he was favored by the king of Penglai who cultivated his heart and was gifted with a one-night love affair, so they had him.
The tea-picking girl had no qualifications for cultivation. Even if she had a one-night stand with the Lord of the Immortal Kingdom, she would never be taken to the Immortal Kingdom by him.
From the beginning of the Shangqing Immortal Realm to this day, there has never been an example of an immortal living among mortals.
The tea-picking girl was naturally left on Penglai Island, and her identity was once embarrassing.
In the year when Shen Jibai was born, the spiritual glow shone across the Fourteen Continents, alarming the Immortal World of the Qing Dynasty. Even the Lord of the Immortal Kingdom came down to the mortal world to visit it once again.
(End of this chapter)