Chapter 102 The fragrance of flowers has faded and the past has gone
Jin Sheng was startled when he heard this.
His right hand was no longer qualified to hold a sword, and his seemingly unnecessary questions contained concern.
He was a little surprised, thinking that after the little corpse demon sent Meng Zifei away, he would start preparing to send him away too.
After waiting for a long time, I didn't expect to hear such a sentence.
Jin Sheng was always a person who couldn't hold back what he was saying, so he immediately asked bluntly: "You won't drive me away?"
Balian raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "You are the person who owes me several lives. Wouldn't it be a shame for me to just walk away like this?"
Jin Sheng's mouth twitched slightly. He had seen people repaying kindness in return, but he had never seen someone repaying kindness so confidently in front of the Thirteenth Sword of Tianxi.
Just when he was about to say something, he saw Balian lowering his head indifferently and studying the black heart.
But he said lightly and indifferently: "I have looked at your spiritual roots, and it is true that it is difficult to achieve success in the swordsmanship with your right hand. I have consulted about your situation in the ancient classics of the Divine Palace Realm.
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Although it is difficult, it is not impossible to deal with it. If you are free, why not stay here for another month, and I should be able to find a solution, well, if you believe me."
The natural evil spirit between Jin Sheng's eyebrows suddenly condensed, and Bailian's calm words seemed to contain some magical and warm power, which actually diluted the evil spirit a bit.
He slowly lowered his eyes and looked down at his injured and weak right hand.
Although it was Balian who said the words 'if you believe me', it was Jinsheng who was truly trusted.
Knowing how heavy this trust was... he unconsciously hugged the sword in his hand tightly.
he thought.
There are already many powerful people guarding White Camel Mountain, and this mountain seems to be in great need of his help...
After practicing over and over all night, the ten blank wooden boards were filled with scratches due to the exhaustion of Balian's mental energy.
It's hard to say how powerful Balian's mental power is, but with the complementation of the corpse bead in his dantian and the Yin-Yang Dao Fish.
As long as his mental power is not depleted in an instant, his mental power seems to be able to return to a full state within a certain period of time.
Just one night passed, and Balian kept practicing the first stroke of the rune over and over again.
No matter how hard he practiced, the length and depth of the first stroke of runes were only infinitely close to the first stroke of runes on the dark heart.
At the break of dawn, he was awakened from his dark slumber. Bailian put down the wooden board, opened the glass umbrella and was about to go deep into the forest to shade the sun and continue practicing.
Walking through the path paved with bluestones in the forest, the blood of the corpses on the path has long been washed away.
The creatures that had fled deep into the mountains and forests because of the disaster more than ten days ago gradually emerged from the depths.
Although the quantity is not much, it is better than freshness.
The faint morning light shines in from the forest leaves, and the mottled and fragmented halo stains the bluestone ground and the forest, as if it has been cut by a sharp knife.
Balian suddenly stopped and looked at a corner of the wild vegetation.
Lin Guiyuan had already changed out of the blood-stained golden robe and wore a simple black robe. Only the gold embroidery pattern was faintly visible on the collar.
He stood under the fragmented morning light, his long, black eyelashes drooping deeply, half-covering his lifeless gray eyes.
And lying randomly in the weeds in front of him was Wen Zhendong's body.
The lifeless mountain ghost lowered his head and looked at the lifeless female corpse quietly.
The sea of monsters and corpses in the mountains are far less interested in corpses than in living people.
Besides, for a woman like Wen Zhendong who was completely rotten from the depths of her soul, even the zombie demons without intelligence could not arouse their appetite.
Therefore, her body was relatively well preserved. Later, when Lin Yuan was disposing of the bodies of her fellow sharks, she was discovered.
She felt that it was too close to the lake, even though she hated Wen Zhendong very much.
But with Lin Yuan's temperament, he couldn't do the cruel thing of whipping the corpse, so he just threw it here and let it rot on its own.
Bai Lian turned his eyes slightly and suddenly discovered that Lin Guiyuan was holding a dry and messy bouquet of flowers, which was exactly the same bouquet that he had carefully maintained in front of the tree house.
Dryness is caused by loss of moisture.
It's messy because it's been trampled on.
Looking at Lin Guiyuan's appearance, could it be that he wanted to bury his former lover?
Seemingly noticing Balian's gaze, Lin Guiyuan raised his head and looked at Balian quietly, his pale face expressionless.
He placed the bouquet in his hand on Wen Zhendong's chest, twitched the corners of his stiff lips at Balian, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm just returning her things to her."
After experiencing the test of life and death, he is no longer the young man who was ignorant and nervous about love.
He knows... things that don't belong to him, even if they seem beautiful, are just mirages.
No need to be persistent.
Don't be greedy.
The palm that put down the bouquet was gently wiped on the clothes, as if to wipe away all the lingering fragrance of hypocrisy and the unbearable past on the palm.
Seeing Lin Guiyuan like this, Bailian smiled knowingly, knowing that he had indeed not disappointed Shanfu. Although he was young, he was also strong.
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The morning light is gradually rising, the sky is clear, the scenery is beautiful, soft willow branches are fluttering in the morning breeze, and on the gravel path in the mountains, the sound of creaking wheels can be heard leisurely.
A golden chariot and a jade chariot advancing slowly appeared on the not very wide road.
The jade chariot is extremely luxurious and spacious, and the wheels seem to be made of ordinary wood. If you look closely, you can see that the color of the wooden wheels is more moist. A discerning person will know at a glance that every inch of wood is valuable.
On the large carriage, there is a picture of the dancing blue Luan painted on it. A few simple lines make the picture of the flying Green Luan lifelike and vivid.
What's even more shocking is that every stroke of the pattern seems to be free and casual, but it actually contains runes that Bailian couldn't draw the first stroke after studying all night.
If a practitioner from a famous immortal family saw this scene, his first feeling would definitely be: Rich man!
Just that wheel, oh no, just any wheel bearing, is probably worth several times more than the sword on their waist.
Not to mention the Qingluan Talisman that looked like it was painted by a master specializing in spiritual power.
The murderous intention of the Qingluan Divine Bird contained in it can instantly kill a practitioner at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm as long as the owner in the carriage makes a thought.
Of course, these are secondary.
What is really shocking is that such a chariot, which is worth enough to be worth a cultivation city, is not pulled by ordinary horses, but by a total of nine pure white unicorn beasts, with a layer of faint white light all over their bodies.
Looking from a distance, the sacred splendor cannot be gazed upon!
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