My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 83 Fear

One thing Bai Ye has to admit is that,

The banished immortal who is famous all over the world, judging from his appearance alone, is indeed impeccable.

No matter in bearing or appearance, she is the dragon and phoenix among the first-class people in the world.

Of course, he can find fault with the other person and accuse him of being too handsome and unreliable.

But if you say that, you will belittle yourself and appear jealous.

After all, to be honest, he himself can be regarded as a handsome and charming gentleman.

While Bai Ye secretly looked at the other person up and down, Li Cheng also looked at him calmly.

This is not the first time he has met Bai Ye.

But every time his eyes touched Bai Ye, he couldn't help but have the illusion that he was looking at a hidden-edge sword.

It was as if he was staring at a holy sword.

He had also experienced this kind of perception in the remnant soul of Marquis Wu'an.

It seems to be the unique aura of sword cultivators in the realm of land gods.

Look at each other for a moment,

Li Cheng took the initiative to walk towards the other party, and impeccably bowed to the other party and saluted:
"My nephew Li Cheng, I have met my uncle."

Before Bai Ye could speak, Xie Yongxu behind him quickly said:
"Good kids, we are all a family, why bother with these red tapes."

white night:……

After coughing lightly, he could only pretend to be natural and follow the trend:

"Your aunt is right, I will keep it in mind about lighting the sky lanterns this time.

The favor that Daomen owes you, I, Bai, will repay for them. "

The words fell softly and had a ringing sound.

Seeing the close attitude of the two land gods, the clan elders behind Xie Guanchao felt sour in their mouths.

The clan elder named Xie Zhiyao coughed inappropriately and said softly:

"I just rushed back to Jiangdu last night. Can you let me go and see the mistress first?"

The speaker has gray hair and a stooped figure. He is the direct brother-in-law of Xie Guanchao, his brother and his sister.

only,
Because he had competed with the old head of the Xie family for the position of patriarch, Xie Guanchao had a delicate relationship with his uncle.

That's why there was a lot of noise in the hidden sword cottage last night, and Xie Zhiyao was not allowed to enter.

He glanced calmly at the six brass lamps that were still on on the ground,
Xie Guanchao didn't respond, but took the initiative to lead everyone into the living room.

Bai Mengyan fell behind the crowd, her eyes lowered timidly, and she walked forward silently like a small transparency.

If her mother and senior brother weren't by her side,

Let the girl face a few strange old men alone, I'm afraid she will want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

Rao is so,

She tightly grasped the corners of Xie Yongxu's and Li Cheng's clothes with her pink fists, as if this could make her feel at ease.

Bai Ye, who had a clear view of his precious daughter's little moves, couldn't help but sigh bitterly in his heart:
It seemed that his little cotton-padded jacket not only had some air leakage, but was also probably made of black-hearted cotton.

The group of people walked up the stairs without saying a word, and then came to the door of the attic.

The leader, Xie Guanchao, gently opened the door, and then several people walked into the room filled with the smell of medicine.

Beyond the silk-framed screen painted with mountains and flowing water,
When he saw Xie Tingfeng, who was lying on the hospital bed as skinny as a stick and unconscious with his eyes closed, Xie Yongxu, who was dressed in plain clothes, instantly had red eyes.

In an instant,

Countless memories surged through her mind like stormy waves, and she couldn't let go of them for a long time.

Compared with Xie Guanchao, she undoubtedly spent more time with Xie Tingfeng.

Jian Zong studied for eight years, and most of the time it was boring and tedious practicing swordsmanship day after day.

For young girls in their prime,

Even though Xie Yongxu's mind is far more mature than his peers, he can't help but miss the eaves of the small bridge in his hometown and the rainy season.

During those most difficult days,

It was precisely because her brother was by her side, who made her happy on weekdays and deliberately dragged her to get to know her classmates, that she would not have such a hard time.

Because of this,

Only then did she get to know and fall in love with her senior brother, and have a well-behaved and lovely daughter.

mind here,

Xie Yongxu couldn't help but leaned over the bed with tears in her eyes, touching Xie Tingfeng's sunken cheek with her fingertips, her voice trembling slightly unconsciously:

"I'm sorry Xiaofeng, I'm late. Please get up and see if I'm okay..."

Hearing this,

Xie Guanchao stood aside in silence with sorrow in his eyes.

Bai Mengyan stood with her eyes lowered, staring at the tips of her shoes with a pitiful expression, while holding the corner of Li Cheng's clothes with her left hand.

Hold it very tight, very tight...

The girl's thin, white knuckles were so pinched that they were deformed.

Seeing this, Bai Ye stepped forward, lowered his body, hugged his wife's shoulders, and placed his other hand lightly on Xie Tingfeng's flat wrist.

A trace of slightly hot Qi entered the pulse from his fingertips and quietly circulated around the other person's body.

After a while,
Bai Ye couldn't help but look down, frowned, opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back.

Through the feedback of infuriating energy, what he saw was a scene of lifeless doomsday ruins.

To put it more simply,

At this moment, Xie Tingfeng was already a living dead, with only one breath left.

If you want the other party to wake up again, it will be as difficult as going to heaven.

Gently patted Xie Yongxu's straight jade shoulder,
Bai Ye hugged the other person and stood up, then turned to look at the old monk behind him with his hands clasped together, and said in a deep voice:
"Please, Master Shuanghui."

"Amitabha, please rest assured, Master Bai, I will do my best."

After reciting the Buddha's name, the old monk looked at Xie Guanchao who was silent with compassion:

"Thank you, donor. Have you prepared what I want?"

"Master, we are already ready. The formation was personally traced by Master Yurun of the Taoist sect to ensure that it is flawless."

Hearing this name, the old monk raised his eyebrows slightly but didn't say much.

After looking around at everyone present, the old monk nodded slightly, and said in a calm voice:
"Benefactors, although the Taoist technique of lighting sky lanterns is mysterious, it is not perfect.

Without further ado, please follow the old monk to the outside of the courtyard to pray for Tingfeng's benefactor. "

Hearing this, the senior elders with high positions in several clans present looked at each other, feeling confused.

The nearly seventy-year-old Xie Zhiyao's eyes sank, and he was about to ask questions on the spot, but happened to meet Xie Guanchao's cold gaze.

Suddenly, he shuddered involuntarily.

At this moment, Xie Guanchao was dressed in black clothes, with his hands behind his back, and his expression was terrifyingly calm.

The other party's appearance was very similar to that of his deceased eldest brother.

But this demeanor, expression and eyes are very similar to the old head of the Xie family.

And Xie Zhiyao, who was full of arrogance and arrogance when he was young, was ruthlessly crushed and trampled under his feet by his elder brother.

Right now,

The old Xie Zhiyao finally recalled the fear of being dominated by his brother.

The side face with age spots twitched unconsciously. Xie Zhiyao lowered his head silently and followed the others out of the attic step by step.

When he was about to leave the courtyard, he looked back with deep meaning, and deep in his eyes was a joy that could not be noticed by outsiders.

Brother, brother, even if you use tricks to become the head of the family, so what, wouldn't you die early?
And now, your favorite little son is also following in your footsteps.

It's just a pity that I can't see the miserable look of you, the white-haired person giving away the black-haired person.

Otherwise, that would be a beautiful thing...

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(End of this chapter)