At this moment, Baili Fengjiancha felt the blood surging in his body, and the demon king's soul that had been forcibly imprisoned in his body was about to move, as if it was about to break through the cage of his true energy. He forced himself to suppress the fiercely roiling true energy in his body.
Qi, and a black gas slowly spread out of the body uncontrollably, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of the mouth.
No, we can't let her see him losing control - there's no time to guess the meaning of her words, I just want her to leave as soon as possible.
He forcefully opened her hand around his waist, swallowed back the blood in his mouth and said in a cold voice: "Since you can't tolerate it, then don't live in Yunqin Peak anymore."
The night wind came strong, twisting the red thread of marriage into a hemp, making it impossible to untie, and making my heart anxious with worry.
Jing Che staggered back a few steps, in disbelief, "You want to drive me out of Yunqin Peak for that woman?"
"When will you be more open-minded? When will you come back?" Baili Fengjian still had his back to her, and his voice seemed to be covered with a thick layer of frost, even if it was freezing cold.
All the last words were drowned out, and all the enthusiasm was in vain. Jing Che smiled sadly: "Okay, okay, Baili Fengjian, you said it."
Without waiting for his answer, she walked past him and left without noticing anything strange about Baili Fengjian. She kept walking faster and faster, her expression getting colder and colder.
After turning a corner under the dim palace lantern, Jing Che stepped into a dark path and ran straight away, as if following some man-eating monster. In fact, there was nothing. What she wanted to escape was just that shameful conversation, and she was really moved.
The conversation was trampled into pieces, and there was only a silent night behind her, swallowing up her footsteps as she passed by, as if no one had ever been there.
Baili Fengjian watched her shadow getting longer and longer, and she walked further and further away, until she turned a corner and could no longer be seen. He looked back helplessly and apologetically, thinking that this was not the first time they had done this anyway.
We decided to talk. With her temperament that comes and goes quickly, she should be fine in a few days.
However, his body suddenly bowed, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
If we don't take action... I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress the demon king's soul.
Baili Fengjian no longer hesitated and pulled out the Long Yuan White Sword. He turned the hilt of the sword and pierced his shoulder blade fiercely. The black energy covering his body immediately dissipated under the sharp sword energy.
He groaned, but his expression relaxed slightly. He slowly moved over and leaned against the palace wall, with the glazed eaves above his head partially covering the miserable night. Baili Fengjian gasped slightly, pursed his lips tightly, and then pulled out his sword.
Blood suddenly gushes out, but strangely turns into black air and dissipates when it encounters the air. The wound on the shoulder blade also heals quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was an expected scene. Baili Fengjian smiled nonchalantly with his slanted lips, pulled his shoulders to stretch his muscles, and returned to his usual calm demeanor.
He had no choice but to use the power of the Demon King to get out of the lava field, and the remedy was to use his own body as a container to imprison the Demon King to prevent his soul from returning to harm the world. The pros and cons had already been weighed, and Baili Fengjian had already broken the seal.
I knew there would be such consequences.
This is destined to be a painful and long process. He has to seal the demon king again with his flesh and blood. However, for the sake of the common people, he has nothing to fear.
He raised his head and took a sip of wine, stepped up his legs, and staggered away.
His mind returned to its normal state, and he no longer dwelled on the matter of the Demon King. What gradually became clear in his mind was the image of Jing Che resolutely leaving.
At that time, he was speaking indiscriminately... I hope she can calm down in a few days, and he didn't really want to drive her out of Yunqin Peak - wait, I suddenly remembered, what did she say to him while crying?
——But have you ever thought about how I would feel if you brought another woman back to Yunqin Peak? Do you know that I am also a woman?
My heart was shocked, I stopped in my steps, and my expression was horrified.
He shook his head hurriedly again.
Impossible, impossible, maybe Ah Che just couldn't tolerate the arrival of a stranger in Yunqin Peak and spoke in an extreme way. He was her master, how could she have other intentions.
However, her recent strangeness gradually emerged in his mind, as well as the too warm hug just now, which he could not ignore no matter what.
"I think too much, my little apprentice didn't say anything." Finally, he raised his head and muttered to himself. A crescent moon hung in the sky, looking like a sickle that would fall down at any time.
He chose to ignore it subconsciously, thinking that because Jing Che didn't point it out clearly, there was nothing. In fact, he was subconsciously escaping, but he was such a conceited person and would never admit it.
The night has passed in the blink of an eye. Whoever was careless or who couldn't sleep all night will become a thing of the past in the morning light.
Jing Che sat leaning against the door frame all night, the sun piercing the shadows and raising dust. If time were frozen on this night, it would satisfy her ostrich mentality at the moment. But the sky would eventually light up, and the world would never change because of her.
How could I be shaken at all?
There was a slow knock on the door outside. She knew who it was and ignored it. After a while, the person outside the door left. After a moment of silence, there was another knock on the door, sonorous and powerful.
When no one answered, he opened the door and walked in. After looking around, he was surprised that no one was in the room. When he lowered his eyes, he saw Jing Che sitting on the ground with a dull expression.
"Ahem, Ah Che." Qiying felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. Talking to her while standing was too condescending, and squatting down seemed to be too close to her, which made him quite embarrassed.
Jing Che raised his eyes and stared directly at Qiying.
"We can start back to Jiahuang Mountain. Sword Master and Miss Ruo have already taken the lead."
"Are they leaving first?" Jingche's tone was smooth, like a question or a statement to himself.
Qiying had no idea what happened to her, and couldn't figure out why such a smart little girl could become so dull and lifeless. But he didn't know what to ask, so he replied calmly: "Well, they left first."
Jing Che slowly got up from the ground, straightened her robe slowly, and sat in front of the dressing mirror across Qiying. She twisted a towel to wash her face, and picked up a comb to comb her messy hair.
Qiying waited behind him, looking through the bronze mirror at the girl's face inside. The gloomy look on her face was wiped away, and her lowered brows still showed some residual sadness that could not be erased. Although it was not a dazzling moment, it could not be said to be stunning.
, but is exquisite and moving, with a natural pride in his behavior.
Just when he was stunned, Jing Che turned around and asked, "Where are we going?"
Qiying temporarily forgot whether she was smiling or not smiling just now. He only felt that her expression was extremely beautiful and suffocating.
"Seven Shadows?"
"Oh," Qiying suddenly came back to his senses, scratched his hair and said dullly: "Of course I'm going back to Jiahuang Mountain. By the way, Ah Che, when the Sword Master leaves, let me tell you that Yunqin Peak is still your home."
Jing Che didn't answer, but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is this a sign of submission?
Firecrackers exploded in the distance in the silence, and the bell rang suddenly.
Qiying explained: "Today there is a funeral in Miao Palace."
"Whose funeral is it for?"
"I don't know, the priest only ordered a funeral."
Jing Che still smiled, the curve of his lips was indifferent and sad: "Go and have a look."
"If we wait any longer, we won't be able to catch up with the Sword Master and the others' schedule."
Jingche just walked out quickly, and after a while he let out a voice: "What can we do if we catch up?"
Qiying was confused and could only follow her closely.
Baipi meanders all the way, the soul flag hangs high on the palace wall, the wind blows, and the dust flies. Along with other people's mourning, I don't know whose family's funeral it is secretly talking about.
Mo Xuehan was dressed in white mourning clothes and placed a memorial tablet on the altar, but the tablet was empty. Jing Che suddenly knew that she must be mourning Bo Yan.
But it can only be without a name, and not even a name can be written on the tablet. It is destined to never see the light of day, no matter how grand the ceremony is, it is just a show.
Jing Che stood until the funeral was over and Bo Yan was sent off for the last time before he was ready to leave, and Mo Xuehan walked up to her.
"Are you leaving?"
"Um."
"Thank you for sending Bo Yan's soul back," Mo Xuehan took out something from his sleeve and handed it to Jing Che, "This is ten thousand years of amber, which can seal droplets of blood."
Jingche smiled politely, but did not take it: "Why do you give me this?"
"You'll need it."
Jing Che glanced at Mo Xuehan suspiciously, and seeing that Mo Xuehan's attitude could not be refused, he accepted his farewell and left Miao Palace with Qiying.
The sword entered the clouds and shuttled through the bright sunlight. Occasionally, water droplets in the air reflected the shape of a rainbow, and the beauty was quickly left behind without a chance to take a second look.
Jing Che and Qi Ying chatted one after another. One was a lazy manager, the other was not good at talking, and the atmosphere was extremely dull.
"Ah Che, I see the Sword Master is just ahead." Finally finding a topic, Qiying turned around and said to Jing Che with a little excitement, but saw that she was staring ahead blankly, with no expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" I felt something was wrong with Jingche since the morning. The originally lively girl looked worried.
Jing Che withdrew his gaze, looked at Qiying with great sincerity, and changed the subject: "I heard that your rebel army has fought from the south to the north. Where are they stationed now?"
This jump was indeed huge. Qiying was stunned for a moment, and then answered truthfully: "Now the Fu army is stationed in Xuebai County, south of Qianzhiling. Their energy has been severely damaged by the attack all the way, so they can only hold back their troops and wait for the battle with Jiahuang."
Let’s join forces with Shan to make the next step.”
"How do you know that Jiahuangshan will join forces with Fu**?"
"I don't know, but I have to fight for it." Qiying said honestly.
"Then I'll tell you a way to win over Baili Fengjian. Do you want to hear it?" Jing Che glanced at the silver giant sword flying through the clouds in front of him. The two people on it shrank into black spots and couldn't see clearly.
, but it makes people feel as uncomfortable as a slow fire.
"What method?" Qiying's eyes lit up.
"Didn't you kidnap me once two years ago? Now I voluntarily go with you to Fuxing's place. We are not going back to Jiahuang Mountain and will go directly to Xuebei County."
Since he asked her not to live in Yunqin Peak, she would not go back shamelessly.