Lin Xi was originally the orphan of the God of Music in the Immortal World. She was indifferent by nature and could see through life and death. People said that Taixuan Su Jing forgot love.
But Ning Feiyan knows that in this world, the only person who can truly forget love is the Master of Lin Xi Palace.
But at this moment, she actually took the initiative to get involved in this dispute, and her plain hand, which could only play the piano and hairpin, 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, so 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 was carrying her 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 is only capable of transcending the soul-stealing realm, how could she kill a white immortal silently and instantly overnight?
And judging from Hong Zhuang's appearance, she didn't seem to care about letting them know that she was the one who killed Bai Xian.
"Oh my, it seems that Cangwu Palace also has its own little secret."
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes and smiled with a charming look on her face: "I am my concubine, but I like collecting little secrets like this~"
She fell gracefully from the branches, like a purple butterfly falling on the snow. The light veil of her shawl fluttered gently in the wind, and the smoke was blue and white, making her look like a fairy or devil in a painting.
The boundary gate is hidden, and it really takes no more than a stick of incense.
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The morning fog was rising, thick and white with frost.
Several rays of sword light pierced the sky and cut through the morning fog.
Several monks who gathered from all over the human world first sensed the pure immortal aura in this snow forest.
They were overjoyed. At this critical moment, following the immortal in the sky, even if they just picked up some leftovers, 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 over the world 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 object of immortality. How dare he do it?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is this the immortal who eats the wind and drinks the dew? Look at his crazy appearance, maybe he has been sucking this forbidden substance for many years, right?"
"He is seeking death. There is an order in the immortal world to prohibit contamination with evil things such as bone demon butterflies. This is a serious crime."
Originally coming here with great interest, who would have thought that they would encounter such an unlucky side? Those monks who wanted to flatter and stick to him all retreated thirty feet away as if they were afraid that they might be contaminated with dirt.
"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 only happens once in a thousand years.
The bad nature of human beings is always like this. People who are admired in every possible way one moment become the objects of drama the next.
This is the normal state of the world, with three, six, and nine classes, and hierarchical distinctions.
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 has a lot of contempt for the monks in the lower realm.
Especially those like Tan Yuansi, who are born with spiritual power and are destined to become immortals from the upper world, 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 upon them by the immortals.
Even third-rate sects 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 to each other.
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 big opportunities, 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 the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan would not tolerate him. Once someone is contaminated by the Bone Demon Butterfly, even an immortal will be a complete useless person from now on.
Why waste your 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 have to record this immortal leader's forbidden process on a jade slip and throw it into the Golden Immortal Bird Liu Da as soon as possible."
Talent is the only way to prevent more people from suffering."
Tan Yuansi listened to the group of people in his ears talking and laughing with him as the main body, and felt as if 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.
Click 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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Jinxianqueliu's eyes were deep, looking at a star falling from the sky, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the young man in white sitting in a wheelchair not far away.
He sighed softly and said: "Even if you are the prince of the Immortal 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 his face with clear features like sculptures and a pair of light gray pupils. The man said expressionlessly:
"Then I don't know what price I have to pay for this willful behavior with my broken body? Master Queliu can come and take it as much as he wants. I'll admit it...nothing to say."
Jinxianqueliu's cold and ruthless face is not as sharp as before, and there seems to be some helplessness in the reserved and sharp eyes: "Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for 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?"
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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 traces of the wind, 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 with a slight force with his five fingers, the next moment, the green silk vines as thin as gossamer will suddenly twist in, break the fairy clothes, and make the other person's 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 is extremely charming in ink, would actually become the daughter of this daughter. A common act like hanging oneself.
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 a unique technique that is unique in the world and can create spiritual roots. He is extremely talented, and he also 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 was facing the demon king at this moment, he would not be willing to let such a genius die.
But for the golden fairy bird willow, these are not the most important.
As a Golden Immortal of Justice, he knows that his duty 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 Immortal Lord to death.
Completing the execution order comes first, and taking responsibility for the crime 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 faced the danger of the collapse of the immortal world.
Jinxianqueliu is indifferent and indifferent by nature, but when approaching the important event of life and death, he still feels unwilling to do so.
The path to immortality is vast and the avenue 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. A new war immortal god has succeeded and is about to take over his powerful priesthood.
Even Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has given up on him and set up 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 Willow.
Taking this opportunity, he did not retreat but advanced, and he witnessed the magic of Shen Jibai's ingenious hands.
If it weren't 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 fairy 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 to repay the 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 brewed a cup of tea and said to him lightly:
"It's just a casual thing. Sir Queliu, don't worry about it. If you feel you owe something, why don't you help me taste some new tea and teach me a few words about your experience. It's more than a favor, so don't say more."
There is no shortage of people in the world who pretend to be hypocritical and noble, and they especially like to play the trick of taking off their clothes and hiding their identity and fame.
He is clearly 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 superior person.
People 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 recurring human feelings.
Although Shen Jibai has a reputation of being reclusive and indifferent, he is the wind in the forest.
Ke Queliu also believed that in this world, it was impossible for a mediocre 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. Immortal Zhu Zhan 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.
The gift of spiritual roots and kindness are far better than the kindness of knowing and meeting. Queliu did not believe that the prince of the fairy kingdom had no selfish intentions.
There are too many people in the world who are tempted by benefits and seduced by emotions. In 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 used by people with high status to win over.
Queliu has been in the immortal world for thousands of years, and has a lot of knowledge 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 immortal world and benevolence and morality.
It was with this determination that Queliu landed on Penglai Island.
But when he saw the cup of tea handed over by Shen Jibai, all the reasonable thoughts in his mind were completely overturned.
The look in Shen Ji's eyes when he handed over the tea was so clean that he could only hold the cup of tea.
It has nothing to do with the power of the wind and moon, and it has nothing to do with the so-called grace of reinvention.
His expression was too peaceful and indifferent, as if he really felt that the rare and rare fairy spirit root was just an ordinary thing given away casually, as if the ingenuity and cunningness deep in the human nature of this world had 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 drank this kind of tea before he ascended to immortality.
He knew that this was an old crude tea often drunk by ordinary farmers, and it had a cheap, bitter taste.
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 the tea. He still commented seriously and said: "This tea is excellent for quenching thirst."
But to outsiders, this very short comment is 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.
Queliu remembered that although Shen Jibai was the crown prince of the Immortal Kingdom, because his mother's status was too low, he was born a mortal and was just a tea-picking girl in Penglai Mountain.
It was only because of his excellent appearance that the king of Penglai, who cultivated his heart, took the fancy of him and granted him a one-night romance, so he was born.
The tea-picking girl has 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.
Until the beginning of the Shangqing Immortal Realm, there has never been an example of an immortal living among mortals.
Naturally, the tea-picking girl was left on Penglai Island, and her identity was once embarrassing.
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