long night walk

Chapter 1567 Suddenly Between Heaven and Earth

The witch Nayin chuckled coldly and said, "Although Junhuang Chenghuang is a mediocre disciple, he is not stupid. The sword of the real person cut off the boundary, and the unaware immortal guests from the outside mountains in the mountain could still smell a bit of danger.

What's more, Cheng Huang was the one who single-handedly supported your True Immortal Sect. Now, he must have deeply experienced what it means to raise a tiger to bring harm, right?"

She watched the fun without thinking: "It's what he deserves!"

Immortal Qingao said calmly: "Chenghuang is just indulging in worldly pleasures and neglecting cultivation, but he is the youngest son of the emperor after all, and his knowledge is beyond the reach of ordinary immortals.

Although he was not yet born when I was the Lord of God, as the youngest son of the Emperor and one of the Five Immortals of Heaven and Earth, it was his most basic homework to be familiar with the history of the Shangqing Immortal Realm.

My practice of swordsmanship is not a secret, it is just that time has passed so long ago that people have long forgotten it, but Emperor Chenghuang knows it well. "

The witch Na Yin laughed and said, "So the real person's sword is not only for that kid to see, but also for Kunlun and Chenghuang to see?"

True Man Qingao said calmly, "What I hate most in my life are those powerful people in the immortal world who gain without working and enjoy the fruits of their labor by stepping on the corpses of others. Junhuang Chenghuang is the most representative of these people. Such a waste, yet he holds a high position and enjoys unlimited glory. I do not like such stories, so it is not bad to let him have a taste of fear."

The witch took Yin and smiled, "It is not difficult for Chenghuang to deduce your true identity through this sword. Others may not know, but the Immortal Master Zhu Zhan knows clearly how much the God Lord Ao Qing hated the bloodline of the father emperor. Your sword that cuts the world is also showing a positive killing intent to Junhuang Chenghuang."

At this point, the witch Na Yin showed a bit of disdainful sneer on her face, and said: "Cheng Huang has often shown his dislike and disgust for Kun Lun in front of me. He has always been indifferent to her various disasters and difficulties and never taken them to heart.

Now that danger has come, even though they are separated, he still clings to her like a wronged ghost. Alas, Kunlun is a good person in every way, except that she has a bad fate. She has to have such a cheap husband. It is really her destiny to have such a disaster."

True Man Qingao smiled helplessly and said, "The marriage between the Immortal Realm and Kunlun seems to have secured the peace of Kunlun for hundreds of thousands of years. But in fact, if it weren't for the foolish actions of Emperor Chenghuang, I really wouldn't be able to kill this Saint Lady."

The witch Nayin frowned, as if she wanted to say something else, but in the end, she sighed softly, her eyes fell elsewhere, and she remained silent.

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The Qiyun Peak is extremely high, dangerous, and continuous. The gurgling stream carries the unique feeling of snow, cold and broken ice of Kunlun. The high and wide sky is full of stars. Looking far away, the sky torn by flowing clouds is filled with dry and cold air.

The snow that never melts fills the mountain paths, making the already difficult paths even harder to navigate. A cold crescent moon hangs above the towering snow-capped peaks, illuminating the winding valleys and exuding a tranquility that is isolated from the world.

"Ahem..." The young man in red who was leading the way was holding an ancient and elegant lantern in his hand. His thin white hands exposed outside his wide sleeves looked even paler and without the color of snow in the cold wind and snow.

He was a mortal, and although he had magical weapons to protect himself, the snowy and cold air in the Kunlun Mountains was too cold for him to bear.

He covered his lips with his sleeves and coughed twice, his thin face pale from the cold turned a little red because of the cough, and the sound of the muffled cough in his throat was a little low and strange.

Just as the Wushan Granny said, the cough and cold that this mortal boy contracted in Kunlun Mountain seemed to be somewhat troublesome.

Mortals' pace is not fast, and Bailian is very patient. He did not urge him or say anything more, but just followed him slowly and leisurely.

On the contrary, the young man in red, although he spoke very little along the way, would turn back to look at Bailian from time to time. He saw him walking in the wind and snow with a straight figure like a bamboo in the moonlight, with two long silver chains dragging behind his shoulders, which did not affect his walking posture at all.

Although it did nothing, it gave people a quiet and steady temperament. The mist in the mountains was quite pleasing to the eye, as if it was not disturbed by the wind, snow and cold.

When the young man in red looked at Bailian, there flashed a trace of inexplicable jealousy and envy.

Finally, he couldn't help but speak, breaking the quiet atmosphere between the two of them, and said, "Brother, I wonder what it feels like to be a corpse demon?"

This question was asked in an abrupt way. One could even say that a normal person would not ask such a strange question during polite greetings.

But Bailian didn't seem to find it strange. He raised his eyes and glanced at him gently. The corners of his lips moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He said, "I don't know the five flavors, I'm not afraid of the cold. Sometimes I feel it's very convenient, but sometimes I feel it's very troublesome."

"Not knowing the five flavors, not afraid of the severe cold?" The young man repeated these words carefully, his eyes were a little empty, and then he sneered again, looking at Bailian with a mocking look, and said: "Hearing you say that, you are no different from a dead person."

Bailian nodded disapprovingly and said, "A corpse demon? It can't be a living person."

The young man in red walking on the cold, hard, thick snowy mountain road paused for a moment. He turned half his body around, with a confused look on his face: "What does it feel like to die?"

"Death?" Bailian climbed the stairs. His face, which was hard to discern in the wind and snow, seemed to smile softly. He said calmly, "The past is cleared, love and hate are cleared, and death is without feeling."

The young man in red also smiled, but his smile was cold and indifferent, "Life is only a short one, and it is as fleeting as a gust of wind. Life is like dust, and in an instant it is blown away by the gust of wind. Is this what death feels like?"

Bailian walked up another row of icy stone stairs, side by side with him. He turned his head to glance at the young man in red. He had an expensive warm fragrance on his body, and even this cold night with thick wind and snow could not suppress his fragrance.

Bailian asked: "Brother, you are so young, why do you feel so emotional in this snowy weather?"

The young man in red turned his charming almond eyes, which were full of femininity, and said calmly, "Life is a journey, and it is like the world. The lifespan of mortals is only a few decades, while the lifespan of immortals can be thousands of years. Wushan is my beloved. Although she loves me deeply, she and I cannot be together like normal couples in the secular world. Sometimes I think, if I can practice to live longer, how great it would be."

The corners of Bailian's mouth twitched.

It is really hard to understand and empathize with the troubles and melancholy of this young man in red.

The normal relationship between husband and wife that he longed for...was actually unequal from the beginning, right?

It can be seen that the Wushan Granny is really capable. She can make all those young and handsome men fall in love with her without relying on her appearance.

But she was too philanthropic after all. Although she doted on these young people, sometimes, Bailian felt that there was something abnormal in her doting, as if she was treating a group of favorite little pets, or collecting some unknown hobbies.

Bailian couldn't see through this kind of emotion, but he knew it was not pure.

Moreover... the men around Grandma Wushan all seem to want to stay with her forever. Even though she has countless "brothers" around her, they never compete for her favor. Their awareness is so high that it is unimaginable.

These little gentlemen look spoiled and unruly, and seem to have no idea of ​​how high the heavens and how deep the earth is.

But Bailian could feel that beneath their unruly appearance, they hid a restless soul. When they took off their outer clothes, they could only be arrogant and domineering, relying on their favor to prove the meaning of their existence.

Being carefully taken care of by a woman whose status and position are indescribably different from hers, he becomes a beautifully groomed parasite, doing nothing all day long, and only needs to live a bright, vibrant life to satisfy his master's sympathy and love.

However, no matter how ordinary a soul is, there is a strong rebellious spirit in a man.

When he wants to live with his master for life like a husband and wife, he is no longer a qualified concubine.

He was jealous of Bailian's immortality, and jealous that even though his cultivation was sealed, his physical body was still far stronger than that of an ordinary person like him who was unable to practice cultivation.

I was jealous of him because he could walk in such a frosty and cold mountain peak without changing his expression and showing no fear of the cold.

And he is just a weak, powerless and incompetent mortal.

A cold could even cost him his life.

A simple glance from the immortal can easily determine his life or death, and sentence him to reincarnation.

But in order to maintain that love, he still has to act like a cute yet hateful young man who is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, unruly and even dares to contradict immortals.

Because Wushan likes them the way they are.

Although he is just a mortal, he has been with the immortal for a long time, and is entangled in mysterious cause and effect all day long. Although he cannot practice cultivation, he is not an ignorant mortal who does not know how to practice cultivation. After all, he can occasionally get a glimpse of his own cause and effect.

This is an extremely terrible thing.

He was able to discern cause and effect, so naturally, whenever his mood was disturbed, he would often see specific signs of the end of his life.

He knew his limits, but was puzzled as to why Wushan could easily save those brothers in the mountains, some of whom were dying or seriously injured.

But why are they unwilling to teach them how to practice to prolong their lifespan, and always let them remain mortals?

He could accept serving her alone with many brothers for a period of time.

Because he knew that he loved her, and among all her feelings of love, she at least gave him one sincere love.

But if he died, there would be countless young men who would be able to catch her eye, day after day, year after year.

He was just an insignificant stone in her long life.

He was afraid that in the end, not even his name would be mentioned in her mind, and he would be forgotten as if he had never appeared in her life.

'If I could practice...' naturally became his obsession and insatiable greed.

Of course, he was so greedy that he was sure that he was not the only one around Wushan who had such a desire.

For a moment, he even had an idea.

Baili An felt something in his heart. He stretched out a finger, put it into his lips, lifted his lips, revealing a row of neat teeth and the gap of the missing fang.

"Don't look at me like that. My bloodline has been sealed, and even my teeth were stolen by someone. I don't have the ability to create blood descendants now."

The young man in red clearly had this idea in his mind, but he did not look disappointed by Bailian's refusal. He just shook his head and smiled, saying, "If you really have this ability, I can't just ask you to grant me a contract casually."

The hierarchy of the corpse demon clan is very strict.

Blood descendants cannot kill their own "father" or "mother", otherwise, the retribution will backfire on the people affected by the cause and effect.

He didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to Wushan because of his own selfish thoughts.

The young man in red sighed, but his smile was one of relief: "I'd better just be an ordinary person. There is no such thing as not leaving regrets in the affairs of the world and in the afterlife. I just need to live my short life happily and do the tasks that my grandma has entrusted to me."

"Mission?" Bailian showed a puzzled expression.

The red-dressed young man's expression suddenly became a little strange. He covered his lips and coughed violently for a long time. He lowered his eyes to look at the sleeves of his red dress, laughed lightly and said, "This mountain is too high. I can't walk anymore."

Bailian looked up at the mountain peak that was about to be reached and said, "It will probably take another stick of incense to reach the top. It would be a pity to give up now."

The young man in red had a weary look on his face and was a little impatient. "What a pity! The divine bird doesn't like my blood. It would be a good idea for you to cut your wrists and go to the mountain alone to attract the divine bird's saliva. I don't know how to practice cultivation. Even if I go up the mountain with you, I can't do anything to the divine bird. Why waste your energy and make things difficult for yourself?"

Bailian laughed and said, "You've already made things difficult for yourself for most of the way, and you still have a little bit to go?"

The young man's face darkened, and he said, "You are so perfunctory. It seems that you will not be able to get the divine bird saliva today. Forget it. This time when I go back, I will tell grandma the truth. She will make her own decision on the choice of the spiritual herb. I won't waste your time here."

  Oh, you're threatening people?

Judging from his tone, he seemed to be very angry. It was impossible for him to just stand by and watch Xiaoshanjun's life in danger.

After saying this, he pulled out a sachet from his belt.

He pulled the sachet with all his strength, and a cloud of smoke came out and enveloped his body.

When the smoke cleared, the young man's frail body completely disappeared on the mountain path, leaving only a wisp of smoke floating between the peaks and the sky.

Bailian narrowed his eyes.

  Is this... an escape technique?

He actually made such preparations.