The flower branches swayed between the window lattice, and the three layers of Xiang-colored soft curtains hanging in front of the couch floated softly.
The soft wind lifts up the soft curtain and blows over her body. The endless soft wind contains a terrifying weight that cannot be resisted. The soft gauze curtain falls on Bai Lian's chest, and the unimaginable resistance is like
The sea water came pouring in, forcing him to be unable to get even half a step closer.
Bai Lian was forced to take seven or eight steps back. Seeing this, the female officer Qing Shui stepped forward in two steps and put her bare hands behind his back.
She sighed softly and said: "Master Si Chen, my Majesty, please don't lose your manners."
The appearance of gods should not be taken lightly.
As if Bai Lian was drenched in cold water, his whole body calmed down instantly.
He looked at the heavy soft tents embroidered with landscapes and green ink paintings in front of him, dancing in the wind, silently.
This made him instantly understand that even though he and the God of Kunlun under the soft tent were in the same room, they still existed in two worlds.
She is an ancient clan god of different levels, and can easily kill him without even looking at him.
At this moment, he couldn't even use his own knowledge to measure the power gap between him and her.
That is a huge gap that cannot be bridged by quantity, time, and realm.
Even the woman under the soft curtain did not raise her head to focus on him.
But when Balian stood in front of her, he truly felt that all the secrets hidden in his body were displayed without reservation.
Including his dead body at this moment, his cold flesh, and his bloodthirsty identity as a corpse demon.
Balian's expression gradually became calmer, but he truly understood in his heart that the crisis was within his reach. What was even more frightening was that he could not do anything now.
If the Kunlun God under the curtain has any murderous intention, the only thing he can do is to wait quietly for death.
With this chaotic and troubled mood, he clearly knew that he was powerless to control his own destiny.
Qingshui Nuguang looked at the calm and silent young man in front of her with slightly surprised eyes. The moment of out-of-control excitement just now seemed like an illusion.
But she understood that the process of the body under the palm of her hand going from trembling to cold and peaceful was definitely not because of being comforted.
Because the girl on the bed never said a word.
The wild flowers and leaves between the window lattice suddenly calmed down, and the Ziwei Pavilion was very quiet.
Even as he walked along, the chirping of insects and birds in the courtyard corridor he passed disappeared.
This is not a miracle, because God is here right now.
After a long period of silence, Bailian finally spoke, saluted over there, and said: "Sichen of Kongcang Mountain, pay my respects to the empress."
What responded to him was a hand stretched out from under the soft Hunan tent.
That hand was as elegant as an orchid, slender and soft, and the curvature of the palm and fingertips was almost perfect and impeccable.
As she folded her slender hands and raised her slender fingers slightly, Balian suddenly felt a burning pain in her palms. He opened his palms and saw the golden stone inside the bronze door that had melted into his bones and blood.
The cyan Emperor Immortal Jade unexpectedly appeared and left again.
Half of the broken jade floated up from his palm and flew into the heavy gauze curtain.
Balian couldn't help but slowly narrowed his eyes as he watched the sapphire being held firmly by the empress' hand.
Holding the jade in her bare hands, she stood up lazily in Cangnan clothes. Her long black hair fell like smoke from the green clothes, and her eyes were half drooped and half closed, filled with laziness and nobility.
She carefully played with the cold jade in her hand, and glanced at the girl on the couch with her narrow and charming eyes: "It turns out that what the woman said is true."
After several days of deep sleep, Fang Geyu's jade-sculpted face looked much cleaner and extremely pale.
She had almost lost weight, but the skin between her slender and easily folded neck showed black and red patterns, and the hidden ominous atmosphere made people shudder.
But there seemed to be light hidden in her eyes, which had never been erased despite being on the verge of life and death.
She leaned on the soft couch pillows, her beautiful hair untied and simply draped between the snow pillows.
Fang Geyu was playing with a small black square box with his head down. There was a small gray-black spider in the box, which was slowly wandering on the smooth bottom of the box.
Fang Geyu teased the little spider casually, but it didn't even try to spit out a thread for her to see.
She closed the box with some half-hearted interest. She looked at the empress and said seriously: "If it was a lie, how could the empress let her freely come and go in Xianling City?"
Cang Nanyi raised her eyebrows in disbelief. She placed half of the green jade in her palm against Fang Geyu's heart and shoulder, and her gentle divine will flowed into the jade. Using jade as a medium, the divine will was injected into the girl's body.
Immediately, the strange black and red patterns on her neck slowly dissolved and were purified.
After doing this, the seal character "天" on the sapphire gradually faded away.
Cang Nanyi retracted his palm, his green-ink-like eyebrows slowly sank, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, but his voice was emotionless: "The legendary Blue Emperor Jade is indeed extraordinary."
On the day she became a god, she also owned such an imperial jade, but later, it was crushed by her own hands.
Even Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan did not know this.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Qing Shui's expression changed subtly. She lowered her head to hide her shock.
Fang Geyu's voice echoed in the room, but Bailian did not move forward because of this. He stood calmly in the distance, meditating in silence, and quietly listened to the conversation between the two of them.
But those eyes became increasingly dark and lonely.
The wind outside the window was still still, and even the slightest rain at night fell into silence at some point.
The sapphire in Cang Nanyi's hand quickly turned into specks of light and returned to Bai Lian's palm.
"Young man, you are now the Lord of Xianling City, but you still want to open the Ghost Mountain again?" the empress asked.
Balian shook his head and said only two words: "Thank you."
Cang Nanyi naturally knew what he meant by thanking her. She nodded slightly and said, "That's very good. The banquet in the evening is full of distinguished guests. As today's host, young man, you have been away from the banquet for a long time."
Bai Lian bowed again and said, "Si Chen, please leave."
Bailian, who was about to leave Ziwei Pavilion with Qing Shui, suddenly paused. Without turning around, he whispered softly: "Fang Geyu, are you going home?"
It is still the old-fashioned and serious way of calling people by their first name and last name.
Cang Nanyi glanced at the girl and said nothing.
She stood up after finishing her clothes, strolled in front of the window sill with her back turned, raised her hand to pick a wild flower sycamore, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.
There was a breeze outside the window, and the rain was falling in the attic.
The girl who was talking to the empress just now fell silent for a moment and did not respond.
Balian didn't turn around. The rain falling from outside the palace fell on his clothes, and his body suddenly felt a little cold.
While the rain was not heavy, Qing Shui took out a green umbrella and said softly: "Master Si Chen, are you going back?"
Bailian closed his eyes and opened them again. He hummed softly, leaned under the umbrella, and walked away from the female officer Qing Shui outside the pavilion.
Fang Geyu looked down at the small box in his hand, looking dazed, as if in a daze.
At this time, an elegant and beautiful hand reached over and gently opened the box. The empress leaned over and took a low look. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and said: "Well, not bad, with that young man
After seeing it for a while, this mind-judgement spider really started to spin silk."
Fang Geyu looked slightly impatient and irritated, and she waved away the empress's hand without saying a word.
Cang Nanyi put the broken sycamore tree on the bedside and said: "That young man is a corpse demon. He knows what it means to meet me at today's banquet, but he still came. He naively and arrogantly thought that he could
Use your own power to open the ghost mountain and re-enter the bronze door."
She chuckled: "This is not so annoying."
Fang Geyu frowned.
Cang Nanyi looked at her sideways and said: "I am very curious. He clearly knows that immortals cannot tolerate demons. Why did he fail to give up the position of city lord to you as a guest despite knowing that you are still alive?"
For ordinary people, the Lord of Xianling City is a hot and coveted throne.
But to the corpse demon, it was like a sword hanging from its neck.
Immortals do not conquer demons, they only kill them.
Cang Nanyi didn't deny that if it weren't for the half of sapphire and the half of the story told by that woman, she would indeed have taken the pure land and succumbed to this demon during the banquet tonight.
As a descendant of a general and a royal corpse demon, he was qualified to let her take action.
Fang Geyu casually put the box containing the spider and the wild flowers together. She looked out the window where the night rain and wind blew, and whispered: "If I want it, he will naturally give it to me. He knows that I have never spoken.
I don’t want it anymore.”
He has always been smart, smarter than her.
It's just that extreme wisdom will inevitably lead to injury.
She didn't need to speak, but he could understand it on his own.
The drizzle washes the sycamore trees, flowers on the pillow, and spiders in the box.
A single thread hangs to the point of being empty, and a hundred memories are filled with murderous intent.
Setting up a square-inch snare is not intended to kill all sentient beings.
The weft is spun and entangled, and the silk becomes a large vertical and horizontal web. The spider is the Kunlun heart-seeing spider. It is fed with Fang Geyu's heart and blood. The spider is the original heart. The spider silk becomes a cocoon, sealing the memories and desires in the box.
This is the most thorough and only way to deal with the evil spirit in her body.
Having drawn her sword to slay the dragon, she could no longer suppress that existence with the power of her heart.
Seeing the heart seals the heart, in this way, the True Ancestor Evil God will no longer have any desires or emotions to eat.
And this is the price Fang Geyu should pay for leaving the black water over there.
The spider silk turned into frost, and when she saw the self-tying net taking shape, Fang Geyu suddenly realized that she had finally lived like her mother.
Night banquet, at the table.
Raising light and intersecting.
Although the position of city lord was not destined for them, it was rare for famous families from all over the world to gather together in one hall to sing, dance, and sing. In the excellent atmosphere, it was natural for gentlemen to make friends and talk loudly.
When the wine reached its peak, even Ying Xiu, who was in a bad mood, was dragged by a group of female nuns who admired his handsome young man to drink a few more drinks.
Although Ying Xiu was a heavy drinker, it would be fine if he drank a few more drinks. However, when he couldn't help but look at Su Jing, who was sitting upright on the counter, she seemed out of place in the atmosphere. She was dressed in white and couldn't tolerate the lights, singing and dancing.
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Those cold eyes, unconcerned with mundane things, just looked steadily into the void outside the hall, never falling on him for a moment.
Yingxiu's heart was suddenly filled with pent-up fire, and he drank the wine that several female cultivators held against his lips.
Being drunk, he couldn't help but think of the marriage agreement between him and Taixuanzong more than two hundred years ago.
Time has passed so long that the memories of his youth are somewhat hazy and hard to find for him. Vaguely, he only remembers that at the foot of Nanze Mountain, in a messy wild vegetable and melon shed, when he first met Su Jing as a young boy, she was not
It's the way I like it.
Later, he couldn't remember clearly how his dislike for her turned into hatred, boredom, and finally becoming a stranger to her.
The way she lived in his memory at the beginning gradually faded away, and he could no longer recall her clearly.
He only remembered that the elegant and elegant face under the Jade Rabbit mask now made him deeply suspicious. How did he start to hate such a person and face so deeply in the first place?
He thought, why did you bother him two hundred years later with your arrogant attitude of pretending to let go of me when you were so overbearing and paranoid about liking me?
Why can't you like someone for a longer period of time?
If it can last longer, he should be able to...
can also……
No matter what, Yingxiu couldn't think about it for a while. Yin Baishuang's face suddenly appeared in his heart, and his heart felt a twinge.
So, he went from being handed wine by others to taking a big gulp of the pot himself.
Xianling City is rich in spirits. Even though Yingxiu has a good taste in wine, he gradually cannot bear the urge to drink.
He turned red from drinking, and suddenly threw the jar of wine in his hand on the ground, smashing it into pieces.
The huge movement attracted the attention of many people. Even Su Jing couldn't help being attracted by the sound and looked over lightly.
Then she saw that his handsome face was turning red and he was in a state of drunkenness. Her cold and perfect face finally had a subtle change, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of a chill in her eyes.
Seeing her finally looking over, Yingxiu couldn't help but feel proud.
The corner of his lips curled up, and without looking, he reached out to stop the female cultivator closest to him, grabbed her chin, and kissed her hard.
For a moment, people were shocked and stunned.
Many drunk people even started to applaud, and the atmosphere in the venue began to become warm and ambiguous.
The woman in Yingxiu's arms was caught off guard by being kissed and teased. Her body suddenly turned soft to mud. She let out a cry and was put in his arms, shy and afraid to see anyone.
When the teacher at the woman's home saw this, he was stunned for a long time, shocked and disbelieving, but soon his eyes were full of admiration and emotion.
The women surrounding Yingxiu suddenly dispersed, whispering in low voices as they left.
"Why is Your Highness Yingxiu like this..."
"I really didn't expect that he would be such a person."
"It's really scary. I actually gave him wine just now."
Su Jing lowered his eyes, and there was a faint murderous aura wrapped in the chill. His palm fell on the love-cutting sword at his waist at some point, as if he wanted to tear off Yingxiu's face.
The green umbrella entered the hall, carrying the slightest hint of rain.
As soon as Bailian stepped into the hall, he followed everyone's gaze and saw the scene of His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhongyou holding a woman and making out with her in the middle of the table.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he subconsciously looked at the female officer Qingxuan.
But he saw her lowering her head to taste the wine, as if she had turned a blind eye to the ridiculous and wanton scene that happened to His Highness.
Bailian knew that it was hard for him to come forward and say anything about this kind of thing, not to mention that the woman in Ying Xiu's arms seemed to be willing to do so, so why should he beat the mandarin ducks.
The effect of the spring water that nourished the withered vines seemed to be gradually fading away, and the withered vines that were dragging on the ground began to gradually shorten and tighten again.
Balian had no choice but to walk through the crowd, return to the seats, and wait for the banquet to end.
The murderous intent in Su Jing's eyes disappeared at some point, and she glanced sideways at him, her eyes slightly calm.
During the dinner, because of Yingxiu, the originally serious occasion suddenly became relaxed and lively.
Some people even started drinking wine.
Chang Minghou turned his eyes, raised his glass, and gave a toast to Bai Li'an. He smiled and said: "I have been sitting at the table for so long, and it seems that I have never seen the Lord of the City drink a glass of wine. Even Lord Qingxuan kissed you.
It seems that the adults don’t appreciate the wine you pour.”
Balian didn't want to drink the wine that the corpse demon couldn't absorb just for the so-called reward, and then wait until no one was around before inducing vomiting. He refused bluntly: "I'm not good at drinking."
The Taoist of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance and the Changming Marquis looked at each other and smiled. He even raised his glass and stood up to toast, saying: "Today's night banquet is a rare occasion in a hundred years. Since the Lord of the City has been personally summoned by the Empress, today is even more joyful. Why don't you drink
By drinking this cup, our hearts of blessing are all in the wine."
Parian said in peace that he didn't need the so-called blessings from you people. At the moment, he was in a very confused mood and just wanted to be alone for a while.
I also know that if it is because of a glass of wine, I am afraid that I can be entangled for a long time.
Balian wanted to be quiet, but without insisting, he picked up the wine glass and bowed to the two of them. Just as he was about to bring a drink to his lips, a slightly cold jade hand suddenly stretched out and snatched the drink away.
Glass of sake.
Balian tilted his head in astonishment, watching Su Jing drink his glass of wine in one gulp with an expressionless expression, then put the empty glass on the table, staring at the two of them coldly, silently. He likes long nights.
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