The golden light falling in the clouds was not gentle and seemed to swallow him up in the white world of the Ganges. The silver-haired boy stood leaning on the railing. I wonder if it was because of his words that the originally calm and silent void above his head began to spin chaotically, and flashes flashed before his eyes.
The chaotic blades of grass flew from nowhere.
There was something lush and unknown growing in his eyes, and the dancing golden light in his eyes was suspended between the two figures. His silver hair was blowing back, and his green clothes reflected the shadows, intertwining a picture with strong colors.
The slight breeze made the wet and thick clothes on his body become lighter.
Cangnan's clothes brushed the hair between her temples, and perhaps the golden light was reflected on the person in front of her, making her cold and elegant face seem to be filled with some unexplained warmth.
Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, but extremely deep, and she looked at Balian calmly, "Do you want to be my disciple?"
She walks the world in the name of Kunlun, and has tens of millions of followers from ancient times to the present. Among them, there is no shortage of those who are devout to the core, and there are even those who are willing to sacrifice their souls just for her invisible body to appear in the world.
But even though she has millions of followers, no one has the opportunity or the courage to say in front of her that they want to become her followers.
Not to mention that when no one said that he became her believer, even this land of rules began to become chaotic and chaotic, and resonance and visions occurred.
Because of this vision, there is no need to doubt whether this statement is true or false.
The smile on Bai Lian's face was as bright as the stars and the moon in the sky: "Of course, if your Majesty doesn't believe it, do you need me to bow down and tell you?"
Cangnan's eyebrows slightly raised, but he took two steps back unceremoniously, giving Baili Anyu more space, and said: "If you have this intention, you might as well kowtow three times. In this way, it is truly true."
This completes the relationship between you and me as master and disciple."
At this time...to become a disciple?
Doesn't she care about his identity and not want to accept him?
He just wanted to be her disciple, but this woman went too far. In addition to being a disciple, she also wanted to occupy the title of teacher?
But...teacher, let’s be teacher.
For some reason, this woman named Cang Nanyi always had a sense of relaxation about accepting death.
In this world, it seems that nothing can keep her.
If he worships her as his disciple here today, will it also give her a sense of bondage in her heart?
Of course, what's more important is that after he kowtows and becomes his disciple, this woman can no longer continue to trick him into calling her mother.
Come to think of it, no matter how disrespectful she is, she can't lose her face.
Thinking of this, Balian took a long breath, bent his knees and was about to kneel down.
But Cang Nanyi reached up, held his hands, and said calmly: "It has been too long to be worshiped by countless generations. There is no need to do so this time. I don't have to kneel down. You can just pray."
OK.
Balian thought for a moment, straightened his knees, and bowed deeply to Cangnan Yi three times.
Although he didn't kneel down and bow down, Cang Nanyi's attitude was still condescending as he accepted the three bows from him.
After three bows, Cang Nanyi slightly curved his lips and said, "Disciple, call Master to come and listen."
Bai Li'an said politely: "Master is a teacher. There will be a long road ahead, but he must teach his apprentice well."
As for Balian's little idea, Cang Nanyi saw through it without saying anything, "If you want to have a long way to go, I have to find a way to live longer than the present."
The quiet boat seemed to be floating aimlessly under the river, and the bright red lantern suddenly appeared.
This flowing river leads to nowhere, boundlessly connecting to Yuyuan.
The golden light in the deep sky above our heads was as bright as the warm sun, rising in the east and setting in the west, gradually dimming and disappearing in the west, just like the sunlight on earth.
The sparkling light reflected on the river was gradually swallowed up by darkness.
The clear water of the river seemed to turn into ink black, and the whole world began to become dark, making it difficult to see even one's fingers.
Even the light emitted by the huge, full-moon planet that crossed the horizontal line of the river was difficult to compete with the darkness, and the visibility of the light was very limited.
As soon as the sky darkened, the quiet boat beneath him finally began to release terrifying information elements in the silent darkness.
The peeling red paint of the hull gave off the smell of damp and rotten wood that had been in disrepair for a long time. The originally windless river became turbulent again, and the sticky smell in the air seemed to be like substance. Each pale and cold hand began to flow.
Clinging to their bodies.
It was quiet and peaceful all around.
It was lifeless, like a mysterious and strange water-shaped tomb.
But even in this cold and dead silence, something seemed to be awakening in the river. The water surface was swollen, and a figure of only half a person's height spread from the water to the hull of the ship like a shadow. His movements were also like a shadow, thin and thin.
A thin piece clung to the hull of the ship, slowly and instantly, and climbed onto the deck.
The shadow was twisted and thin, and gradually lifted off the ground. It was holding a body-length bone chopping knife in its hand. It seemed to be chewing something in its mouth, and its appearance was extremely weird.
The sides of his head were flattened, as if he had been pressed down by something heavy. His eyes were not on his face like ordinary humans, but on the left and right sides of his face, which were as flat as some kind of fish.
As he chewed, the three horizontal stripes on his flat and short neck were like gills breathing, one after another, constantly spitting out scarlet gas.
Balian looked at the strange and inexplicable creature with vigilance.
Even though the creature was short, the ominous, cold, and weird aura it revealed was no weaker than the headless corpse and scorpion figurines we had just encountered in the forest.
I saw him tilting his head, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. He raised a huge bone-chopping knife that did not fit his body high. As if his body could not bear the weight, he twisted and slashed it down.
Bai Lian's eyelids jumped, and he reacted very quickly and stretched out his hand to push Cang Nanyi hard.
Under the inertia, the two identities separated, and the sword energy passed through the distance between them.
Bai Lian has clearly predicted the trajectory and force of this knife, and can completely avoid this knife.
But for some reason, the sharp tearing feeling extended from his wrist bones to his shoulders. The entire arm was split into two, tearing out a blood line.
Fortunately, his physical body was strong enough. Although this slashing attack was strange, it could only leave a light red gash on the surface of his skin.
As the blood sprayed, the short black monster paused in its chewing movements, then opened its huge mouth and bit hard.
Then the whole mouth bulged as if it was full, and he chewed quickly.
Balian's arm sank, as if it was hung on a weight that was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the whole arm seemed to be swallowed deep in the dark maw.