This deep and painful feeling is the gap that Baili Fengjian has never been able to cross in his long life. Therefore, his cultivation can only cross the limits of human beings and become a saint. However, due to obstacles in his heart, he has not been able to break through to success after so many years.
Fairy.
After recovering from the bitterness of the past, he raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. The crescent moon had set, and he had unknowingly traveled the middle of the night.
He rubbed the stubble on his chin with his thumb, held the reins with one hand, and leaned forward to lift the curtain. He saw that Jing Che had fallen asleep, but his brows were furrowed, and his sleep was extremely uneasy.
Baili Fengjian thought that since he was not in a hurry and there happened to be an uninhabited shabby house in front of him, he would go in and have a rest. The young apprentice just came out of the Soul Prison. He had been entangled by the evil spirit there for a hundred years, but his energy was still there.
It is not good to have a bumpy night without fully recovering.
He tied the carriage to a tree and carried Jing Che out.
A small ball of green clothes collapsed in her arms. This girl who looked like she was made of pink and jade was actually not very round, but she was not light when she held her up. Baili Fengjian had only taken a few steps out, and Jing Che became confused.
I woke up vaguely.
She rubbed her eyes, and what caught her eye was his chiseled profile and a ring of light blue stubble on his chin, and then she unconsciously felt that her whole body was surrounded by the warmth of his arms.
My heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
The strangeness disappeared in a flash. Jing Che wanted to find out the reason for the sudden heartbeat, but there was no reason. Then she tugged on Baili Fengjian's sleeves and said in a bad tone: "Hey, I'm hungry."
Baili Fengjian put Jing Che down, and while using some magic to wipe away the dust on the tables and chairs in the house, he said: "There are not many living things in the woods in winter, let A Yuan go look for them."
"A Yuan?" He looked around curiously, but there was no one else.
But he saw the sword at Baili Fengjian's waist automatically unsheathed and floating in mid-air. He patted the hilt of the sword, as if talking to a friend he had known for many years: "Go."
Silver Sword was so obedient that he turned a corner and flew out of the house.
Looking a little stunned, Jing Che showed disapproval: "What's the big deal?"
Baili Fengjian smiled sideways, squinted his eyes and leaned over to look at her condescendingly: "You want to try?"
"My grandma will definitely do the same." She rolled her eyes, then climbed onto a high chair and sat there, dangling with her feet unable to reach the ground, looking like she was amusing herself.
Too lazy to argue with her, Baili Fengjian picked up some firewood and lit a fire, dispelling the coldness in the room. At this time, Long Yuan's white sword poked a group of shrinking rabbits and flew back. He laughed loudly and nodded.
As a reward, Long Yuan Baijian got back into the scabbard with satisfaction.
He sat on the ground in the wind and roasted a rabbit on the fire.
Within a moment, the aroma of meat filled the air, and oily droplets appeared on the golden skin. Even Jing Che couldn't resist the temptation, jumped down from the high chair, sat next to Baili Fengjian, and looked at him eagerly.
Roasted rabbit meat on a branch.
"Can you please put away the glare in your eyes?" Glancing at his young apprentice, Baili Fengjian smiled lazily and sarcastically said.
"Don't look at it if you have the ability." He spoke sharply and retorted.
After a while, he handed the roasted rabbit meat to Jing Che. Baili Fengjian dusted off the charcoal particles in his hands and said, "Eat it."
Jingche happily took the branch, but after looking at the roasted rabbit for a long time, he hesitated to speak. Instead, he frowned and said, "Why is it burnt? It's so black."
Baili Fengjian had lived in the open air for most of his life, so naturally he couldn't stand these spoiled habits, but he knew that Jingche's princess disease could not be cured for the time being, so he did not show any dissatisfaction, but said casually: "This barren mountain
If Yeling can't serve you, just make do with it."
And as soon as he heard about the end, Jing Che felt inexplicably irritable.
She was originally the apple of the princess's eye, and was extremely picky about everything, but now she was asked to make do with everything. She followed A Niang's last wish, made do with a master, and made do with this troubled world. Now,
She had to make do with spending the night in this barren place. She couldn't accept the gap.
She stuffed the branch with rabbit meat into Baili Fengjian's hand. Her peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, and there was a bit of girlish charm in her willful expression. She tilted her eyes at him and sneered coldly: "I will give in? Why should I do it?"
Will I give in?"
"Don't follow me if you can't help it."
"It's what I asked for." She stood up without hesitation and whispered in his ear.
The girl's soft breath blew against her ears, and after her words were heard, only the howling icy cold wind was left, and she had already strode out.
Baili Fengjian continued to sit indifferently, pulling off a rabbit leg and chewing it slowly.
It's a quiet moonlit night outside, and there's no wind in the woods. The sobs are like whispers, gradually getting further away.
After a while, he suddenly stood up.
At this time, the wind started blowing, and the wind was strong and strong, like a war song.
"A Che?" The echoes lingered heavily, the wind was miserable, but no one responded.
Smelling the strangeness in the wind, Baili Fengjian frowned. When he turned on his spiritual energy perception, he found that there was no movement of Jing Che in the forest.
His long hair swelled against the wind, and a mysterious light quickly passed through the entire forest. Within a moment, Baili Fengjian returned to the original place, and he had already taken a rough look at this small forest.
He began to realize that he was a little out of control. Anxiety was definitely not his style. Instead, he calmed down and stopped doing useless work. He frowned and thought carefully. He had just been careless for a moment, and someone was so clueless in front of him.
He took people away without realizing it - could it be that the Word-Destroying Army found this place?
Impossible. Freelander in the Word Destroyer Army was killed by him thirty years ago. There is still someone in this world who can take away a living person in such a short period of time without attracting his attention. At this speed,
He did think of someone.
Baili Fengjian still remembers the moment when day and night alternated between day and night at the Jiahuang Mountain barrier. He broke in at an inhuman speed and took advantage of a very short time gap. If it was really that person - there was a slight trace of sadness on his face.
of anger.
I glanced anxiously and saw the white brocade silk stuck to the wall of the carriage.
Black letters were flying above it: "Baili Sword Master, I have offended many people. I am Qiying, and we are waiting for you at the Hongchen Inn."
It turned out to be him...so indomitable!
The brocade silk crumpled into a ball and flew into the house, extinguishing the burning bonfire with murderous intent. Baili Fengjian flew on his horse and returned immediately.
Then turn back to Kunfang City.
The Hongchen Inn is located in the most prosperous area in the center of the city. It is said to be an inn, but in fact it is half a romantic venue. There are endless singing and dancing every night, and it is the same today.
Gather your robes and step into this magnificent building.
There were not many customers late at night, only a guqin was playing loudly, unhurriedly keeping pace with Baili Fengjian's footsteps.
He found an empty seat and sat down. The Long Yuan White Sword in his hand was placed on the table. The metal struck the sandalwood table and made a clanging sound, attracting people's attention and interrupting the music that was being pushed to the chest.
Lazily raising his eyes, his voice was not serious, but it contained an aura that made people dare not resist: "Seven shadows come out to see me."
Hearing this, the white-clothed piano master looked towards Baili Fengjian and recognized him. His face suddenly became happy. He folded his sleeves and closed his hands. He quickly stood up and went forward to greet him. He bowed his hands and said, "Baili Sword Master, Qi Ying is upstairs. I will guide you."
You go up."
"Tell him to come down and see me." Baili Fengjian sat motionless, untied the gourd at his waist and took a sip.
The violinist bowed politely and then went upstairs.
Baili Fengjian only felt that the white-clothed piano player looked familiar, but could not remember it. After waiting for a long time, the sound of "thumping" footsteps came from the wooden stairs.
"I've kept Baili Sword Master waiting for a long time," said a helpless voice. Qiying, a man in black walking in front of the white-clothed piano player, held an injured arm and bowed sincerely to express his inconvenience, then looked helpless.
He said quietly, "The Sword Master's beloved disciple is really... fierce."
Baili Fengjian raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiying's bandaged arm with curiosity. There was still faint blood seeping out: "What's the matter?"
Qiying thought for a while, but he didn't feel comfortable complaining so directly, so he just made a vague pun and said: "Sharp and sharp-tongued."
Baili Fengjian tilted his lips unconsciously and smiled, this little disciple - it's really worrying and hopeless.
Since it was said that he had taken his apprentice away, the white-clothed piano master looked guilty and preemptively apologized: "I am Hefu, I have no choice but to invite Baili Sword Master to come here with such a tactic. I hope the Sword Master will forgive me."
The name of Hefu is familiar to me, but I can’t remember where I saw it. It’s just that I’m a passerby and I don’t care to remember it.
"I picked up my disciple, so I'll forgive you," he said with a lazy smile, "There's no need to talk about other things."
The rejection was self-evident, and he took the lead before taking action. Qiying could do nothing with all the drafts he had prepared. He was indignant and spoke eloquently: "The sword master was determined to defend the world back then, but now he has to stand by and watch no matter what!"
"I remember I answered you this question a few years ago." Baili Fengjian spoke unhurriedly and easily blocked Qiying's indignation.
"A few years ago, I had no bargaining chips. I just thought that with my enthusiasm, I could invite the Sword Master to come out. If I was rejected, I would have nothing to say. But now, I have summoned the Zhenyi people from the entire south to support me.
Reserve your energy and wait for the day when you can restore the country in one fell swoop!"
"Restore the country in one fell swoop?" Baili Fengjian chewed these four words again, and there was a slight mockery in his absent-minded tone, but more of it was helplessness: "Where are the Zhenyi people in the sleeping place of Yunhunhuhu? As your country's restoration
A victim?"
Regardless of his arm injury, Qiying knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists with both hands, and said solemnly: "Qiying is by no means a reckless person. It was precisely because he knew the location of Yunhunhu's sleeping place that he dared to hold your beloved disciple hostage.
Your side!"
Baili Fengjian remained indifferent, dusted off his clothes and stood up, "Finding the sleeping place of the Cloud Soul Tiger is indeed exciting news. But, what does this have to do with me? You restore your country, and I will drink mine.
Liquor, just treat the sword master in this world as dead."
"Juggernaut!"
"Okay, no need to say any more, I will take my disciple away now," Long Legs walked up the stairs, Baili Fengjian didn't even look back, "Jiahuangshan told the world seventy years ago that he would not participate again.
In any war, the same goes for the Sword Saint Sect."
Qiying and the white-clothed piano player looked at each other in despair and nodded desperately.