He looked back at the young man walking out of the shadows and darkness of the alley, and said with a complex expression: "Brother Si Chen must have heard of the Zhongyou Dynasty."
Balian's eyes moved slightly, his expression remained unchanged, and he nodded.
Meng Zifei changed the direction of the fly whisk in his arm, and Bai Lian found that his wrist was shaking slightly.
Meng Zifei said: "That old crow is the product of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the Dark Crow."
"Crow?"
"Yes." Meng Zifei said with a heavy expression: "In the Zhongyou Dynasty, there are countless dark crows. They are the most favorite kind of ghost pets kept in captivity by ghost cultivators. They are very common, but the dark crow we met today is a little different.
"
"What's the difference?" Balian asked.
For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.
Meng Zifei took a deep look at him and said: "Ordinary crows are completely black and have blue eyes, but this crow has blood-red eyes and a flaming feather burning out of its tail feathers. This is a crow named Zhuque Saint by the Zhongyou Dynasty.
The crow fed with blood is..."
He paused slightly and slowly lowered his eyes. His bright and honest face was also stained with a dark color: "He is the son of Ying Ji Zhongyou, the heart-protecting crow of Ying Xiu, Master of Ghost Sword."
Balian looked at him and said, "Brother Meng seems to be very afraid of this Ghost Sword Master?"
Meng Zifei shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's not that I'm afraid, but I feel guilty. Back then, when I was still the human master of Guangmeng City, I had a first encounter with the ghost sword master who first came down the mountain to help the road when I was young.
By chance.
Because of my temporary selfishness and wrong doings, the Ghost Sword Master was suspected and abandoned by his biological father.
Over the past few hundred years, the relationship between him and his father, Sword Master Yu, has become more and more fractured, and Meng has a certain responsibility."
His words were very soft, but full of strong pain and regret, and his palms gently touched the whisk.
He shook his head and said: "I have been practicing for more than two hundred years and refused to join the various immortal sect forces. I said it was because I wanted to be free and unrestrained and not be bound by fame and fortune. In fact, I am a timid person who is afraid of getting into trouble and deliberately avoids my old friends.
That’s all.”
Balian narrowed his eyes and said: "Wouldn't it be more ridiculous to avoid doing something wrong? Although Mr. Meng does not have to accept his apology, if you don't apologize, you will only continue to make mistakes. Now
It happens that this person is also in Xianling City, if you have the chance, why not invite him to have a drink in person."
The dusk snow is shining brightly, and the old crow is fluttering its wings across the snowy sky, hovering in the deep night, and the desolation is visible.
Meng Zifei watched the old crow disappear into the dusk with vague eyes.
He shook his head, with a sad look on his face: "Back then, all I needed was a word of defense to clear his name, but I chose to remain silent for selfish reasons, leaving him to suffer and live in misery...Brother Si Chen,
If it were you, would you be invited?"
At the end of the conversation, Meng Zifei looked at him with a humble and expectant look.
Balian fixed his gaze and looked at the sea of lanterns suspended above Huacheng. He smiled casually and said: "If I were Master Ghost Sword and couldn't let go of the past, I would definitely use my identity as the son of the Empress of Zhongyou.
, I will bully you hard and drive evil spirits to haunt your mind and body. How can I still tolerate Brother Meng, who has been so cool with just one sword and one fly whisk?"
The waning moon was not gone yet, and the bright lamp shone in the shadow. The outline of Balian's facial features was dark and light under the shadow of the lamp, and his face became deeper and softer.
A momentary trance flashed across Meng Zifei's face.
After his eyes flickered for a moment, all the obscure emotions were covered in his eyes, and no clues could be seen anymore.
Meng Zifei smiled and said: "Brother Si Chen is right, but Mr. Meng feels that Mr. Ghost Sword has not come to trouble me in these years. I am afraid it is because of another reason."
Balian asked: "What's the reason?"
Meng Zifei raised his eyebrows and curved his lips, but the dejected look he had just shown was nowhere to be seen.
"Young Master Ghost Sword is the crown prince of Zhongyou Imperial City. He has everything to deal with. How can he care about a little person like me?"
Balian nodded suddenly: "In that case, Brother Meng is just making trouble for himself."
That look in his eyes almost said, 'I don't take it seriously at all. How interesting are you being a melancholy young man here feeling sad about the spring and autumn, feeling sorry for yourself? Don't get sick for nothing, okay?'
The handsome smile on Mr. Meng's face suddenly solidified.
Chen Xiaolan hid behind the two of them, holding her belly and covering her mouth with laughter.
He suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was so annoying.
Do you have to find the most direct way to hurt people to comfort them?
Returning to the inn, we parted ways with Meng Zifei and his disciples for the time being.
Bailian discovered that Ji Saner was not just afraid of Meng Zifei.
There were people coming and going on the street, and the inn was bustling with people. She seemed to be extremely afraid of the strangers.
His body was shaking so much that it felt as if his bones were about to tremble and fall apart, and he wished he could put his thin and small body into Bailian's arms.
This fear of strangers even surpasses Afutu.
The rabbit, which was sleeping peacefully in Balian's arms, was squeezed out, and could only lie on Balian's head aggrievedly, its limbs hanging limply, its two big ears hanging down weakly,
The assistant looks hopeless.
Fang Geyu was eating a bowl of hot Yuanxiao in the guest room. Lin Guiyuan was nowhere to be seen in the corner. He must have been taken to the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance by Li Beifeng and has not returned yet.
For some reason, Lin Yuan changed into a plain dress tonight and took off her gorgeous colorful gauze dress. The dress was long and tied around her slender waist with a slip knot.
Under Yingying's slender waist, there is a beautiful fish tail with dazzling luster. It is soaked casually in the tub. Reflecting the ray of skylight outside the window, the luster of the fish scales becomes more and more dazzling.
The colorful gauze clothes she usually wears are scattered on the ground. The beautiful Mermaid woman is sitting sideways in the water. Countless crystal water drops are floating around her as if they are rich in some kind of spiritual life, and fish tails are spread out on the water.
Like yarn.
She squinted her eyes lazily and comfortably under the thousands of water drops, letting the cold water droplets soak into her wet black hair.
Balian walked into the inn with a normal expression.
It seems that Sister Lin Yuan's way of cleaning and bathing has been used to her for a long time, and she is no longer surprised.
But the little girl in his arms was stunned.
She had never seen such a beautiful creature before. It was so beautiful that she was shocked and even made her forget her fear for a moment.
Balian knelt down and picked up the gauze clothes scattered on the ground. His hands were very wet, and they were still dripping when he picked them up.
He wrung it out with one hand and was about to hang it when he heard Lin Yuan say: "Don't bother, the clothes are dirty and need to be washed."
"Dirty?" Balian was puzzled. He suddenly frowned and brought the gauze in his hand close to the tip of his nose. He sniffed carefully, but he caught the smell of corpse air and blood.
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