Mountains and rivers are in her palm

The candle flame flickered, a string of cold wind drifted by, and the candle flame was burning brightly.

Yan Li'an, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes slightly.

He coughed and looked at the table outside the curtain.

"Think clearly."

The wind moved the curtains, and the sound of teacups was heard.

"Brother has made up his mind, why should I stop him?" The speaker said in a rather helpless tone.

"That's right." Yan Li'an propped up his body and sat upright on the bed rail: "When my injury is better and I can move, we will hit the road immediately. You first ask the Li family girl to prepare some supplies for the road. The road to Penglai is far away, and if you can’t find the right way, you may not be able to get in for three to five years, so it’s always good to make more preparations.”

Yan Wanqing looked at the translucent tea in the teacup and the waves swaying in her palm. She nodded and smiled bitterly: "Okay."

She thought that she was self-willed enough to become a talent at a young age, but she didn't expect that at this age, the child was born, and she still couldn't control herself. He asked his elderly mother to wave her sword to protect her own blood.

The more I think about it, the redder my eye circles become.

"What Song Huaxu wants must be related to the destruction of the world." Her voice was hoarse: "If it really comes to a point where neither you nor I can control it, I want to ask my brother for something."

Yan Li'an remained silent for a while.

"...Before that, kill me."

The water in the teacup was drained in one gulp, and when I looked again, there was no one at the table.

Yan Li'an looked at the bed curtains with misty eyes. The red circles under his eyes and the hands tightly holding the quilt betrayed his emotions.

……

Yan Wanqing couldn't sleep.

After coming out from her brother's place, she leaned on the roof with a jug of wine and looked at Jinyang City. The lights were brightly lit, like daylight, and the lackeys and traders were noisy and shouting. It was like a bustling world.

"Don't you think it's noisy?" An emotionless voice sounded from the side.

Yan Wanqing almost instantly pulled out the soft sword from his waist.

The visitor didn't take it seriously and found a place to sit next to her, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Sit down." Song Huaxu sighed, picked up the jug and poured a pot of wine into his mouth. The wine overflowed from the corners of his lips and soaked into the corners of his clothes. He stopped it with the back of his hand, but the aroma of the wine was already there. It has soaked into the skirt of his clothes, showing his rare embarrassment.

Yan Wanqing tightened her grip on the soft sword, her black and white eyes full of hatred.

"Song Huaxu, you have the nerve to appear in front of me!"

My father is dead, my mother is also dead, everything is thanks to the people in front of me!
"What should I do?" Song Huaxu didn't take it seriously: "You can't beat me, and you can't kill me. Why don't you sit down and have a good chat with me now? Maybe my master will lose his desire to destroy the world. "

"What does destroying the world have to do with me? Do you think you can threaten me?" Yan Wanqing sneered and sat down.

Song Huaxu had long been used to seeing her as a tough talker.

Tilt your head and drink.

"Your mother couldn't withstand the sword intent on that iron sword, so she exploded and died." Song Huaxu was rarely willing to explain himself.

Yan Wanqing stared at him, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

"If you hadn't insisted on robbing my son, how could my mother have used the sword's power without permission! Song Huaxu, blood debts must be paid with blood, and you won't tolerate your sophistry!"

"...Aren't you curious why this world suddenly has so many powers that you don't understand?" Song Huaxu suddenly spoke.

Yan Wanqing's eyes flickered, and her heart was extremely complicated.

But the overall situation comes first, and Song Huaxu is rarely willing to open his heart and tell himself these things.

She forcibly suppressed the murderous intention in her heart. The tip of her tongue hurt from the tiger's teeth. The smell of blood almost filled her entire mouth. The overwhelming hatred finally stopped a little.

"Say." His tone was unkind.

Song Huaxu didn't take it seriously.

He had obviously drunk a lot of wine and was drunk, and his whole body showed signs of decadence.

"Your master, I am not from this world."

Yan Wanqing sneered: "It's expected."

"Neither is Xiao Pingfeng's mother." "So what?" Yan Wanqing didn't care.

Song Huaxu looked at her deeply: "We are gods."

"These days, people and ghosts can all claim that they are gods, saviors or world-destroying gods." Yan Wanqing sarcastically stared at Song Huaxu: "It would be more credible if you said that you are just a cultivator. point."

"No, my master is really a god." Song Huaxu raised his head and drank, unwilling to pay attention to his identity as a monk. He emphasized: "The fallen angel is also a god."

"It's no wonder your style of conduct is so out of the question, it turns out you're a Fallen Angel." Yan Wanqing's slander was originally done with disdain, but if these words can vent the pain in her heart, she is willing to use them without pain Words that don't itch.

Song Huaxu was not angry even after being scolded.

Even a fallen angel has to pay attention to grudges and rewards, so when he was saved by Xiao Hongshen's mother, he became obsessed with resurrecting her. Later, he was beaten to the point of dying. The dispute was naturally resolved, and he was free. Looking back on what he did, he actually allowed his inner demons to take advantage of him.

"Queen Jingyuan has been dead for many years, can gods be killed?" When Yan Wanqing said it, he could hardly suppress the majestic murderous intention.

Since Queen Jingyuan will die, Song Huaxu is not as invulnerable and immortal as he said.

Song Huaxu narrowed his drunken eyes and looked at his apprentice, the only one he recognized.

It seemed that as long as he said yes, the soft sword in her hand would cut off his neck in the next second.

"You can't kill me as a teacher." Song Huaxu chuckled, touched the soft sword with his fingers, and it shattered: "Such a vulgar thing can't hurt me at all."

"Then how did Queen Jingyuan die?"

"I don't know. I plan to go to the imperial mausoleum to have a look." Song Huaxu was very good at that. He almost never lied. In other words, he was so powerful that he disdainfully lied.

Yan Wanqing stared at him with complicated eyes: "Why did you come over here and tell me this?"

"I didn't come here to look for you, but to look for her." Song Huaxu stretched out his fingertips, and tapped Yan Wanqing's eyebrows unexpectedly.

She felt a sudden pain as if her brain had been penetrated by an awl, and then she saw Su Bai in the inner sea disperse privately in the form of starlight. The inner sea was instantly empty, and nothing existed.

"Where did you get Su Bai!"

Song Huaxu's eyes were calm: "It's something that is attached to me, but it turns out that I have the right to deal with her."

Who would have thought that his own spiritual power would form an independent consciousness in Yan Wanqing's body, and he even said that he wanted Yan Wanqing to be his family member.

Really funny.

There was a dim halo of light in his palm.

Yan Wanqing vaguely saw a small figure flickering inside: "Su Bai!" She stretched out her hand to grab it, but Song Huaxu hit her shoulder with a palm, spitting out a mouthful of black bruises.

"There has never been a Su Bai, and there will never be one again."

Song Huaxu clenched his palms.

In front of Yan Wanqing, the haze instantly disappeared.

Yan Wanqing's voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't make a sound at all. She watched helplessly, unable to do anything else, then her vision went dark and she fainted.

Song Huaxu looked at her from above without squinting his eyes.

The drunkenness seemed to be just a joke.

His eyes were cold, and he was still half drunk.

"My good disciple, I have told you so much. You must never let me down."

Before that, he still needed to do one more thing, forcing her to move towards everything she envisioned.

Thinking in this way, Song Huaxu stepped lightly, and arrived at the inner courtyard of the Yan family in an instant.

At this time, the nanny had just put the startled Yan Cong to sleep, just turned around, and saw the killing god in the daytime, she opened her mouth wide and was about to shout, when she saw Song Huaxu raised her hand, and the nanny fainted On the ground.

Song Huaxu looked at the little one on the bed, raised his hand to hold it in his arms, and left quietly.

The next day.

Yan Wanqing's eyes cracked as he looked at the black and white words in his palm.

"The boy was taken away by the teacher and will wait for you in Penglai."