long night walk

Chapter 765 Ji Pei
"At least it's very realistic, isn't it? After all, even you have kept it a secret, so it's not difficult to deceive this group of young disciples."

Ning Feiyan leaned leisurely under the table and had a tea party. She took out a pair of teacups as if by magic, and slowly poured ice-foggy thick white goat cheese tea from the teapot.

In this cold weather, she was in good spirits and sipped iced milk tea under the table.

Bai Lian looked at the red makeup with indifferent eyes and unlovely expression, quietly stretched out a leg and kicked her, and said in a low voice, "Pull your sister back to where she came from."

Hong Zhuang crossed her arms and snorted coldly, expressing her disdain.

Baili reassured, where did that guy who blushed in Beiyuan Forest and called his brother-in-law in a low voice to look good?

Why do female succubi turn their faces, do they all look the same?
Ning Feiyan calmly took a sip of butter tea, the thick milk color left a moist licking mark on her glistening lips.

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Hongzhuang is a knife I'm used to, and she's always been the only one to obey my orders. You let her take me away, do you think she has the guts?"

Bai Lian glanced at the red makeup sister who was eaten to death by Ning Feiyan, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "When I was in the magic city, I still had a lot of complaints about you, and this is over." How long, sticking to you is even stronger than before."

In the past in Chaomu Palace, even if Hong Zhuang accidentally saw him making out with Ning Feiyan, although the emotion he expressed was very unhappy, it would not be like this now, and his eyes gradually became vigilant, like guarding against thieves It seems to guard against him.

She was afraid that if she didn't pay attention, her 'naive and ignorant' sister would be abducted by his bad bastard.

Ning Fei raised her brows lightly, and gave Hong Zhuang a sip of the ice cream tea in the teacup in her hand, squinting at Bai Lian and jokingly said:

"Isn't there a saying in the world that if you have milk, you are a mother? Although I, Ning Feiyan, am not a good person, she has been with me for so many years. As the master, since I have a bite of meat to eat, she is naturally indispensable." her bones."

Hong Zhuang, who was obediently lowering her head to enjoy Ning Feiyan's gentle feeding, suddenly coughed, a blush quickly spread on her face, her black eyes were flustered, she hurriedly blushed and lowered her head to push away the teacup she handed over, refusing to drink any more .

Bai Lian was so annoyed that he was about to knock her on the head, Ning Feiyan continued to laugh and said, "I mean, as a Four Rivers me, betraying the devil, leaving the devil world, and seizing the gate of the world, no matter what it is, there is nothing wrong with it." Forgive and implicate the sinners of the nine clans.

There is a traitor like me in Beiyuan Forest, and the whole succubus clan will probably be implicated by me, but I not only protect her, but also protect Mrs. Ning, whom she misses so much. It can take root on the ground and is not invaded by foreign enemies.

Today, I am not only the food and clothing of her alone, but also the food and clothing of all the succubus. Tell me, should she listen to me or yours? "

Bai Lian was stunned, but not surprised.

Although Ning Feiyan has only been away from the demon world for half a year, as the owner of Sihe River with multiple identities in the world, it is not too difficult to establish a habitat for succubi.

Based on what Bai Lian knew about her, he didn't think that Ning Feiyan was protecting the blood of the succubus clan out of the morality of the same clan.

After all, she kept such a group of succubi, and he adopted the demons, but it has the same effect.

Ning Feiyan is a full-fledged materialist. She can't get early without profit, and doesn't care about human relationships. She doesn't even have any sympathy for her own family members.

Even though Hong Zhuang looked at her with reliance and even admiration, Bai Lian never understood what kind of feelings Ning Feiyan had for Hong Zhuang.

The undisguised dislike of Hong Zhuang, teasing, and playful emotions in her eyes are not fake, but when it comes to Hong Zhuang's life crisis, she is always the first to stand up.

Ning Feiyan seemed to have thousands of faces hidden in her heart, making it difficult for people to guess them all. Facing her like this, Bai Lian always had a headache: "What the hell are you planning today?"

Ning Feiyan nodded and said: "Miss Yunrong has something in her heart, and she wants you to come down the mountain, but you are rebellious and disobedient, even if I try to persuade you, you won't listen to it. You must not ruin your studies, find a high-sounding reason, Drive you down the mountain?
After all, I'm your aunt now, if you can't complete my studies, if I drive you away, even Thirteen Swords can't keep you. "

Bai Lian turned over the unlit sundial in his hand, and said with a smile: "So your Dragon Snake Sword Formation was prepared for me?"

"But it's a pity that you should be disappointed."

Bai Lian's fingers slid across the board inch by inch, and when he touched it, his fingertips were like a dragon snake walking around, and the gray lines on the board began to come alive as if guided by his fingertips.

Countless sword inscriptions and runes have been disassembled, from ashes and haggard wood to clouds, electricity and wind lamps in just a moment, the thousand-character sword inscription is like a stele, and it is like lightning from the void.

Different from the star-blue light on other people's sundials, there is a faint golden light that diffuses out.

Bai Lian's movement of drawing and walking under his fingers became more and more heavy, and the sword needle suspended on the sundial plate hummed, making an extremely clear and long sound.

From the beginning to the end, the sword needle in Bai Lian's hand did not take any turning trajectory, but what was really moving and turning was the sword pattern with the sword needle as the axis, which seemed to be formed as it slowly turned. The sky is small and the ground is narrow, snake-walking mountains and rivers.

That sound of Qingyue Jianming caused everyone to turn their heads and stare in shock.

The sword needle stands still, like a thousand-year-old sword propped between mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.

Bai Lian felt that the feeling at this moment was extremely strange. He had clearly never seen the Dragon Snake Sword Formation of Tianxi Sword Sect, but the moment he took the dial, he really felt the heavy weight of the three thousand swords.

A feeling of nothingness and formlessness is extremely strong.

The starlight is as light as golden scales, and the lonely corner where Bai Lian sits seems to be vaguely prosperous on Jianmo, with the spring breeze on both sides of the river and the magical atmosphere of catkins.

Ying Xiu's fingers suddenly pinched between the corners of the table and turned pale, and the blood on his face began to fade.

Qi Liancheng also opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

Just when all of this will come to fruition, the feat of shocking everyone's eyes is about to be completed.

Bai Li'an's stable fingers finally flicked, wiping out subtle deviations, and the scattered and orderly golden lines collapsed and collapsed in an instant.

The sundial, which was harder than black iron, cracked and turned into a pile of waste.

"Pfft..." I don't know who it was, but I couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The blood on Ying Xiu's face recovered a bit, but fortunately he didn't lose his composure too much, his expression collapsed, he raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Yunqin silently.

Jiang Yunqin hurriedly raised his sleeve to cover his lips, covering the unrestrained smile on the corners of his lips.

In the curtain, Jun Jun, who was playing with the sundial as a spinning top, must have pointed his fingers, pressed the pointer on the dial, and looked back with a puzzled look.

Su Jing stopped reading the papers, and turned his head to look at Bai Lian, his eyes slid under his desk leisurely, lost in thought.

Bai Lian threw away the remnants in his hand, and the pointer slipped along his fingers.

He slowly pursed his lips, ignoring the eyes around him that ranged from shock and amazement to contempt and ridicule.

Bai Lian's eyes and fingers rested on the table, and his knuckles were gently gathered, slowly leaving five deep finger marks on the red lacquered sandalwood table.

Ning Feiyan smiled sweetly, still sitting peacefully in a place where no one else could see, drinking iced tea.

Hong Zhuang lay beside her, looking at her with flushed cheeks as she calmly retracted her little paws from the little corpse demon's side.

Why is the corpse demon afraid of such low-level tricks as tickling?

At this moment, the voice of the puppet Ji Yan outside the table sounded: "Every sundial here is the painstaking work of the five sword masters. If you have no means to refer to and your personal ability is limited, I will not More blame.

You don't know how to solve the sword text, but you have to do it forcibly, destroying the painstaking efforts of the sword masters like this, that's a bit too much, little guy, you don't have the talent to practice swords, after today's lesson, you should go down the mountain as soon as possible go. "

Bai Lian quietly touched the bottom of the table with one hand, grabbed her little feet in revenge, and scratched her itch gently with his fingers in the soles of the feet.

With a calm expression on his face, he said: "Gold comes from mines, jade comes from stones, nothing can be true without illusions, there are thousands of ways to break swords, I think I can give it a try."

This is true without knowing the depth.

Everyone heard it so that they didn't even have the heart to laugh at it, Qi Liancheng also shook his head and smiled, why bother to be serious with the same idiot.

The culprit, Ning Nu, blinked at Bai Lian: "Why, it's all broken like this, why don't you give up?"

Bai Lian said angrily: "When did you become so obedient to Yunrong?!"

Ning Feiyan shrugged her shoulders with an innocent face: "No way, why do I have to call her sister."

Bai Lian snorted coldly, looked at the mess on the case, and fell into deep thought.

Beyond Dongshan, the morning light reflected the mountains through the dawn sky, and a man with a feather crown was sitting on the edge of a cliff.

The sun hangs far away on the eastern horizon, and its brilliance brushes across the gap between the green hills on both sides. The atmospheric scene between the mountains reveals solemnity and solemnity.

Suddenly, the man with the feather crown felt something, raised his head, and a streak of purple thunder suddenly tore out of the bright sky.

In the sound of lightning and thunder, a man with a sword in his hand broke through the clouds and landed on the edge of the cliff. He held a scorched head in his hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, and said "Suzerain".

Sword Master Yu just glanced at the head in his hand, and hummed: "Solved?"

Ye Yichuan, the son of the Merry Sword Master and leader of the 'Qilei', offered the scorched head with both hands: "Here is the head of 'You Bing' Lu Zhuang, this disciple is lucky!"

The Qilei Youbing are all swordsmen forces created by Tianxi's direct disciples.

Ye Yichuan belongs to the direct disciple of the Twelve Swords, and the master of swords is Qilei Sanbai.

Lu Zhuang belongs to the direct disciple of Liujian, with five hundred soldiers in charge of the sword.

There is a great disparity in power between the two, if there was no clear sword intent bestowed by the sword master Yu himself, Ye Yichuan would not have been able to take Lu Zhuang's head unharmed during this ambush.

Sword Master Yu's eyes were indifferent, like the wind on a snowy cliff, it was bitingly cold: "Lu Zhuang, did you really appear in the magic realm of Changqing Pavilion?"

Ye Yichuan fell silent, the veins on the back of the hand holding his head were bulging, obviously his inner emotions were far from being as calm as on the surface.

The legal realm of the Evergreen Pavilion is sealed with a 'taboo', and in the Tianxi Sword Sect, not many people know about that 'taboo'.

As a direct disciple, Lu Zhuang showed up here, obviously not what Ye Yichuan expected.

In the morning, a snowy rain fell on the mountain, and sword master Yu's eyes were full of chaotic chaos: "After all, you and Lu Zhuang's friend, even if he has betrayed Tianxi, I allow you to bury his bones in the ground." .”

"Thank you suzerain for fulfillment!" Ye Yichuan knocked heavily on the ground, and said again: "Sovereign master, this disciple has an unfeeling request, and I hope suzerain master will agree."

The sword master Yu Dan said: "Do you want me to forgive those five hundred sword soldiers under Lu Zhuang's hands?"

Ye Yichuan buried his head, and said in a deep voice: "What Lu Zhuang did alone is not as bad as five hundred swordsmen. I hope the suzerain can deal with it leniently."

The sword master Yu's ten slender fingers overlapped each other and rested on his lap. The expression on his face was not indifferent, but only absolute calm in analyzing the situation.

Absolutely calm, it can also be said to be inhuman and ruthless.

"Lu Zhuang has been lurking in the Tianxi Sword Sect for so many years. He alone is absolutely unable to hide himself so successfully. So can you be sure that the five hundred swordsmen he implicated are all innocent?"

Ye Yichuan's face was pale, he bit his lips to reveal blood, and his voice was hoarse: "The suzerain wants to say, would you rather kill the wrong man than let him go?"

Sword Master Yu took a deep breath and said: "As the suzerain, I will never tolerate traitors, but I will not let my disciples be wronged for no reason.

Yi Chuan, let me stare at these 500 people. Now that Lu Zhuang has been executed, if he really has invisible ditch rats under his hands, you must get rid of them! "

Although Ye Yichuan got the result he wanted and temporarily saved the five hundred soldiers, but when he looked at the majestic man in front of him, his whole body exuded a kind of insensitivity and indifference.

This sent a chill down his spine.

The suzerain said that the [-] disciples would be thoroughly investigated and stared to death, and he clearly suspected that among those soldiers there were traitors who conspired with Lu Zhuang.

But those sword soldiers are just a group of inner sect disciples, how could they attract so much attention from the suzerain.

Or, what he really doubted was not You Bing, Lu Zhuang's direct subordinate, but the one who went up...

Ye Yichuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly suppressed the terrible thought in his heart, gave Sword Master Yu a complicated look, and retreated away.

Not long after Ye Yichuan left, another figure appeared on the edge of the cliff.

Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of the Qin Dynasty, stood not far away and watched him quietly. The cloak draped over her shoulders fluttered with the mountain wind, but her black hair was not fluttering freely in the mountain snow like splashed ink like in the past.

"Lu Zhuang belongs to Ji Pei."

And Ji Pei came from the Zhongyou Dynasty, that woman was once the most loyal courtier.

He has enough reasons to rebel.

In front of Sword Master Yu, she seemed to always be so outspoken.

Because of the heavy snow and rain, the early morning light gradually dimmed, and the sky returned to the gray sky of the Tianshan Mountains again. Sword Master Yu's eyes gleamed with an unknown light.

He was silent for a while, and finally said: "Wen Jun, help me find Ji Pei."

(End of this chapter)