Chapter 1451 "Beauty is Like Jade"
Bailian read very slowly, almost word by word, as if every word was as heavy as a thousand mountains weighing on his head.
As he continued to recite, the invisible giant hammer clearly appeared again in his mind. He chanted every word and hit it hard with one hammer.
His body was crumbling, and the blood on his face faded at an alarming speed. He only felt a headache as if it was a saw, and waves of paralyzing and soul-eating pain came from his silent heart.
The spiritual consciousness and spiritual power are being consumed at an alarming rate, and Balian is not worried that he will reveal the fact that his cultivation has not been sealed by the Moonlight Lock.
Even though this moonlight lock can block all changes in the human body's energy, including spiritual energy, blood energy, and mental energy, they cannot be mobilized by the main body's thoughts.
But the moonlight lock cannot seal the changes in his five senses. He chants the scroll and does not even need to mobilize his mental power. The overbearing power of the 'World Scroll' will extract his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power on its own. .
Therefore, there is no need to worry about what Cangnanyi will see through.
It’s just that every word formula he recited almost drained most of his mental energy from the ocean of consciousness.
However, the six magical talismans hidden in his sea of consciousness will all accumulate strength and infuse new spiritual talismans into the sea of consciousness.
And the force of the forceful thrusting was very domineering and fierce, and it was definitely not something that an ordinary spiritual platform could withstand.
Bailian's reciting speed was not very fast, but his enunciation was extremely clear. He did not try to muddle through it because every word he recited was as heavy as the weight of mountains and seas.
It’s just that the speed at which he read was far less efficient than what Cang Nanyi himself would watch and read on weekdays.
Cang Nanyi did not show any dissatisfaction or impatience about this. She pinched her eyebrows, leaned her cheek on her arm, closed her eyes, and did not know that she was pretending to sleep. Or he really fell into a light sleep and passed away.
Bailian kept reading in her mouth. He glanced at her slightly from the corner of his eye and saw her head slightly lowered. Under the dim oil lamp, her thin chin and thin face were reflected. White hands.
Her face was extremely beautiful, her fingers were slender, and the shape of her eyes when she closed her eyes was also very beautiful. The dim light seemed to cast a thin wisp of smoke on the side of her face. From this point of view, she was not as powerful as usual. The aura adds a delicate fragility.
The window hinges beside the two of them were not closed tightly, and the night wind blew up outside the palace, blowing in the snow accumulated on the branches and leaves in the courtyard. The smell of wind and snow in the palace It gradually became thicker.
The saint sitting in front of the desk seemed to be unaware of warmth and coldness. Even though he was only wearing a thin green shirt, he was not disturbed by the swaying windows caused by the wind and snow.
Bailian immediately withdrew his gaze.
In this lonely man and woman, under the palace in the middle of the night, Bailian is very measured. He will never look at anything he shouldn't look at again.
He would not be like that romantic man in the world, who would have such thoughts of life and death at such a time. Seeing the beauty like jade in the night, the wind and snow hitting the palace, he tried to carefully care for the beauty who was sleeping in thin clothes and carried her to the bed.
Bailian is not romantic, and in his heart, this inviolable empress is not some weak and delicate beauty, Jiao'e.
Bailian is overwhelmed just to deal with the book in his hand.
After turning a few more pages of the chapter in his hand, the six talismans in Balian's sea of consciousness were already beating crazily.
His sea of consciousness has transformed into the most violent drummer in the world. Every violent hammering of a word makes the blood all over his body rush to the top of his head violently, and the blood all over his body boils like boiling steel juice. The pulp bursts out.
In the sea of consciousness, the spiritual power splashes high like iron flowers and rustles like shooting stars.
When the word is read again, it is like a vast expanse of ice-cold deep sea water pouring down on the head, and the consciousness like boiling slurry suddenly solidifies, turning into the original embryo of the original cold iron.
When I read out another word, I was boiling again.
The cycle begins again and again, endlessly struggling with the sea of consciousness and spirit.
Even though there has never been any human physiological reaction, after reading a few pages at this moment, his whole body was dripping with sweat, which made his skin colorless and much paler than before. .
On the huge table, only the ancient oil lamp's light danced brightly. The moonlight outside the window fell through the gauze of the window lattice, and a clear and cold layer of light was like the first touch of light entering the world in late autumn. Severe frost.
Bailian's consciousness gradually sank and settled in a sea of splashing iron pieces and noisy ebb and flow...
"Neither birth nor death, in all times, thoughts Read it and see..."
"Boom!"
The sound of whispering in sleep was followed by the sound of the head falling and hitting the cold and solid bed frame. It stopped abruptly.
Balian's forehead hurt, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see that the sky outside the window had brightened, and the faint morning light was like chips, falling through the window frame into the cold hall.
Not far under the bed, there is a copper stove warming basin. The charcoal fire is burning brightly inside. In the copper stove basin, there are several sweet potatoes arranged in a square shape, and the skins are already burned. It was burnt black.
Bailian jumped up from the bed with excitement.
Suddenly I recalled everything last night.
He did not transform into a demon body, but actually fell into such an uncontrollable lethargy in the state of a corpse demon.
He knew in his heart that it must be the 'Tianxia Scroll' that had extracted every last bit of spiritual power from his sea of consciousness, so it forced him into a deep sleep.
Although Bai Lian had foreseen the domineering and magical power of this ‘World Scroll’, he did not know that it was actually so terrifying.
But...
Bailian touched the soft quilt on his body with his palm.
What made him even more horrified was that he actually slept on the bed all night.
Even if he was dying of consciousness, it would be absolutely impossible for him to behave rudely in a strange fantasy world, let alone the Palace of Forgetting the Dust of God Lord Kunlun!
So, it is impossible for him to go to the queen's phoenix couch and fall asleep.
Is it possible that the scene of that beautiful woman sleeping on a pillow by the window with thin clothes, and being carried all the way to the bed did not happen to Cang Nanyi, but it happened to him in turn? The experience of being cared for with care? !
Thinking of this, the expression on Bailian's face almost cracked, and goosebumps broke out all over his body.
That woman is definitely not someone who can do such a thing.
Just as he was thinking wildly, a slender hand like a jade carving reached into the brazier, and despite the scorching heat of the fire, he took out a sweet potato with a crispy and charred skin from the brazier.
Bailian's consciousness suddenly returned and he quickly raised his eyes.
But I saw Cang Nanyi standing in this deep palace, wearing only a snow-white single dress. Even though she was in the palace, she still looked spotless, like a newly fallen into the world of mortals. Cyclamen.
She was holding a steaming sweet potato in her hand, and her extremely white fingers reflected the charred sweet potato. When she lowered her eyes and looked at the young man on the bed, she had a warm and compassionate temperament.
“Are you awake?”
Balian quickly turned over and got down, even though he was calm and calm, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked at this moment.
"I've met my empress. Last night...I was rude."
"I'm rude?" Cang Nanyi used her fair and thin fingers to carefully peel off the crispy black potato skin, exposing it. The red and soft potato flesh came out.
She blew away the steaming heat from the sweet potato, took a bite, looked sideways, and said calmly: "This 'Tian Xia Juan' is already overbearing and extremely spiritless. Last night you were able to sustain it for an hour. , since it is beyond my imagination, how can I be so rude? ""I..."
Seeing Bai Lian's hesitant expression, as if it was difficult to say anything, Cang Nanyi immediately realized it, smiled lightly, and said: "Don't worry, no matter how young you are, I won't ask you to sleep at will. I will sleep in peace." The bed you are sleeping on is Qingxuan's bed, so there is no need to be so nervous."
"Prince Qingxuan's... bed?" Bai Lian's expression was quite subtle.
Cang Nanyi's fingers were clearly not afraid of the intense heat of the fire, but when biting into the sweet potatoes, they seemed extremely afraid of being burned.
She lowered her head and blew lightly twice, then took a second bite, chewed carefully and said, "Your sense of smell has always been sensitive. You can naturally tell whose scent you are smelling. ."
Bailian opened his mouth and asked with a dull expression: "Why is the bed of the empress Qingxuan in the Empress' Palace?"
Even though Cang Nanyi had the habit of sleeping in separate beds, the second bed in the palace must have been prepared for her husband, right?
Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Kunlun is a vast territory and busy with everything. It can't be called a paradise. I have to deal with many things every day. How can one person's mind be enough? Qingxuan is Kunlun Female official Si Xi has her own righteousness I always stay with you and handle official business for you.
Sometimes it’s late, and I occasionally sleep in this Wangchen Hall, so why not prepare an extra bed?”
It sounds like everything is possible.
But my dear, you are not alone, but you have been married for many years.
Bailian's lips moved, and finally she asked a long-standing doubt in her heart: "Mother, I'm curious, do you sleep alone all year round?"
Cang Nanyi said with a magnanimous expression. He shouted: "Is there anything wrong?"
Bailian raised his forehead and said, "You are already married." How did she do it so confidently?
Cang Nanyi said confidently: "What's the contradiction between getting married and sleeping alone?"
Okay, Bai Lian shut up decisively.
This fairyland marriage relationship is really weaker than that of pure water.
It sounds like the empress’s experience is very similar to his marriage relationship with Senior Sister Yunrong in his previous life...
Oh no, it’s not just similar, it’s simply the same. Worse than that!
The relationship between him and Senior Sister Yun Rong is to respect each other as guests, to be respectful and courteous. Although they are not as close as ordinary couples, they are not like bedfellows, at least in terms of common enlightenment in swordsmanship. There is still a lot of spiritual understanding.
Look at the empress again, let alone a strange dream, she doesn’t even have a bedmate...
Apart from the marriage certificate, Balian couldn't see the slightest hint that she had ever been married.
However, Balian didn’t want to ask more about other people’s marital affairs, but...
“Well, my dear, even if this is the bed of Empress Qingxuan, it’s not mine. Did you climb up in confusion in the middle of the night?"
"Of course not." After finishing the sweet potato in his hand, Cang Nanyi threw the potato skins in his hand into the brazier and burned them.
The sweet potato skins were thrown into the charcoal fire, burning out a burst of unpleasant smoke. The saintly empress had obviously never done such a 'humane' thing. She choked several times on the black smoke and coughed repeatedly. It took two calls to finally regain my breath.
Balian looked at her with a subtle expression.
Cang Nanyi's face was still pale, but there was an inexplicable trace of a very faint but very suspicious blush on his face.
Perhaps she was fooled by her little act of 'cocooning herself', but she rarely avoided Balian's gaze, coughed lightly and said: "You slept too deeply last night, it's my general. You brought it up."
"Bring it up?" Bailian was very good at grasping words. He frowned, but gradually realized that his severe brain pain was not just because he bumped against the bed frame while sleeping. .
In addition to his forehead, his scalp was also sore, swollen and numb.
So last night, someone grabbed his hair and threw him onto the bed?
Bilian is angry and funny as she thinks about the cause and effect, but this is something she would do seriously.
Compared to being carried all the way to bed by this woman, this simple, direct and rough method made him feel relieved.
Bailian's eyes fell on the burning brazier again, and he couldn't help but ask: "Where did your Majesty get the sweet potatoes?"
There was not a single trace in this empty hall. In the smoke of fireworks, it would be unbelievable to say that this saintly empress, who is not stained by the world of mortals, would hide sweet potatoes and other whole grains in her palace.
Cangnan Yi said: "I took some of the tributes paid by mortals and roasted them casually."
Bailian: "..."
What a random god.
"Then...what else do you have for me today?"
Cang Nanyi smiled faintly and said: "During the day, you are indeed useless to me, but at night, Come and read to me again.”
Facts have proved that Balian was really overthinking everything.
I only read the book for an hour last night, and it almost drained his energy.
At first he thought that Cang Nanyi valued his talent, but could not save his face and insisted on accepting him as his disciple, so he taught him magical powers in various ways.
But he never thought that although what he read last night was remembered in his mind, the words were words and knowledge was knowledge. He could understand these words individually, but they could be combined together and recited silently in his heart, but it was already No longer in the same state of mind as last night.
Sure enough, if you can’t learn this ‘Tian Xia Juan’ using the ordinary chanting method, you will just suffer in vain.
If she hadn't known that Cang Nanyi was a saint, Bailian would have suspected that she had summoned him into the temple with the intention of continuing to punish and torture him.
But listening to her instructions, it seems that she has important things to do during the day and will not stay in this Wangchen Palace for a long time.
Bailian discussed and said: "Since the queen has no use for me, can you let me go back to the small mountain residence during the day? At night, I promise to come here on time."
"Let you go back to Shu Cina" A reunion of demons?"
Cang Nanyi smiled and said: "It's not necessary. I told you to come up to Xixuan Peak, so you can stay there honestly. You are not allowed to go anywhere in the side hall.”
"Your Majesty..."
Cang Nanyi interrupted: "That Shuci has caused me so much trouble, and now that she is on my territory, I always have to make her feel miserable. Yes.”
Baili An Wuyu: "What the empress is talking about is that she is left to wait alone in a small mountain house? Are you not afraid that she will cause you any more trouble?"
(End of Chapter)
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