"Although I have to admit that from some aspects, your boy can indeed be called a little monster who can break common sense. You can unsheath the Yuanli Sword without recognizing its owner. I believe that my sect master You must be shocked to know this.
Just drawing the sword and drawing the sword again depends on luck and chance.
Cultivation of the spiritual path relies on talents that are rare to find, and it may not be possible to reach that threshold.
You just learned a superficial knowledge in ten days, and you want to cultivate your spiritual power. It's really too fanciful.
If my sect master finds out, he will definitely scold you for being too ambitious. When cultivating a new field, you should first lay down the basic skills in your own field. You must know that biting off more than you can chew..."
"Click..."
What interrupted Jinsheng's endless words was a sound like a blade scraping on a wooden board.
"..."
Jinsheng's eyes widened, as if a ghost had strangled his neck, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.
Not far away, Meng Zifei, who was working hard, carrying vats of clean water and pouring it into Shili Lake, saw this scene.
His hands trembled, and the whole vat of water poured down on his head, and he didn't even notice that he was a drowned rat.
Balian slowly opened his eyes, looking expectantly at the scratch on the wooden board, then shook his head in disappointment and said, "No, the painting is a little crooked."
Looking at the disappointed look on Bai Lian's face, Jin Sheng's face turned livid as if he had eaten shit!
This is not enough!
You are just getting involved in the spiritual field for the first time. In the first half of the game, you acted like a newbie and asked him what spiritual power is.
In the second half of the paragraph, before he sneered at education, you understood the spiritual way on your own, and a scratch appeared on the board, which was just a little crooked.
If you are not satisfied with this, why don’t you go to heaven!
In this regard, Lin Yuan was not as horrified as they were.
To her, Bailian is the new mountain master that Lord Mountain Father has been waiting for for many years, so he is definitely not something that can be measured in the pond.
Even the Thirteen Swords Jinsheng could not exterminate the two demon sect puppets, but he was able to deal with them patiently and calculated every step.
In a desperate situation with no chance of victory, he lures the enemy into the trap he has set.
To overcome the strong with the weak, to stay calm in the face of danger, it would be a little unreasonable if he didn't have extraordinary talents.
"The master of the mountain has been working hard for many days. Remember to combine work with rest and relax your mind."
Lin Yuan brought a wooden utensil filled with fresh liquid like pomegranate red. At first glance, others would think it was freshly squeezed juice.
But Jinsheng, who knew Bailian's identity well, knew that it was not some juice.
Bailian put down the target in his hand and looked up at Lin Yuan.
I saw a sharp bloody wound on her thin white wrist, and then she looked helplessly and said: "Actually, it doesn't have to be like this."
Lin Yuan frowned in dissatisfaction, and thrust the utensil into his hand forcefully, saying: "The mountain master has lost all his deer, and now ten days have passed, why bother trying to force it."
Balian, who had not eaten for ten days, was indeed likely to enter a dangerous state at any time. In desperation, he drank all the glass of blood.
I don’t know... when will this life of living on the blood of my companions come to an end.
Meng Zifei put down the water jug in his hand, smiled and said, "When did Miss Lin squeeze juice again?"
Lin Yuan's expression moved slightly, and when he was thinking about how to respond, he heard Balian's gentle voice.
"Mr. Meng, now that the disaster in the mountains is over, Mr. Meng has also found his personal weapon. I see the vision of the Ten Thousand Demons Ancient Cave on the other side of the sea gradually disappearing, and most of the practitioners are returning home. Mr. Meng is no better than the one in the mountains. The villagers, who have no cultivation at all, don’t know when they are going to leave the mountain.”
Lin Yuan immediately glanced at Balian with a surprised expression, feeling slightly puzzled.
In her impression, Balian is a person who is never rude easily.
He has a gentle personality and is humble towards others. Why did he issue such a direct eviction order today?
Although Mr. Meng was not from the mountains, he was also traveling with that group of practitioners.
But those who don’t know are not guilty. Afterwards, Mr. Meng was still able to fight side by side with them without fear of power. He insisted on fighting side by side with them. It can be said that they were friends of life and death.
But now it seems...it seems that this is not the case in Parian's heart.
Mr. Meng was also startled when he heard this, and then he smiled politely and said, "That's true. Now Kongcang Mountain is in the midst of reorganization. As an outsider, it is already inconvenient for Zi Fei to bother us for ten days."
Regarding Bai Lian's order to expel guests, Meng Zifei expressed his understanding in a very reserved manner, did not get into any more entanglements, and walked away neatly.
"Mountain Master...Isn't this too..." Lin Yuan looked hesitant.
"Do you think it's too much?" Balian's eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes flickered slightly.
Looking at the direction Meng Zifei left, he smiled slightly: "There may be many coincidences in the world, but I have always believed that if many coincidences are connected together... then it is no longer a coincidence."
Lin Yuan was slightly startled and said thoughtfully: "You mean... Mr. Meng is not pure of heart, and he is actually the same type of person as Wen Yu."
Balian laughed and shook his head: "They are not the same kind of people, how could they be the same kind of people? As for whether their thoughts are pure or not... people's hearts are unpredictable, how can you and I be able to see through them easily?
But Sister Lin Yuan, don't forget that the group of people who entered the mountain realm that day... were headed by Mr. Meng, which is enough to prove that this person is not as simple as he seems on the surface. "
"And..." He lowered his head and glanced at the dark heart in his palm, and raised the corner of his mouth with a slight arc: "I don't believe that with his ability, he didn't see the person behind the puppet."
Lin Yuan frowned slightly: "This is unfounded..."
"No credentials required."
Bailian interrupted with a gentle voice, looked up at Lin Yuan's beautiful blue eyes, smiled and said: "Today's mountainous environment is full of devastation, and we can no longer afford any risks, and Mencius is not the person he is. There is a hidden risk, so letting him leave is the best choice. After all... the Blood River that the Demon Sect wants has not yet been obtained, and they hope to have someone who can inherit the Blood River..."
As he spoke, he pursed his lips sharply and said in a cold tone: "Wen Yu is dead. Among this group of people, only Mr. Meng survived."
With so many coincidences, the truth is no longer far away.
It's just that Balian really has a lot of things going on right now, and he has no intention of proving it anymore, so he simply drives people away.
It was nothing more than being rude to others, and that was nothing to him.
Lin Yuan stared at Bai Lian silently for a long time, and then sighed softly: "No matter what, I hope you won't put all the burden on yourself. Gui Yuan and I are still here."
You are responsible for guarding Kongcang, and we... are responsible for guarding you.
With Meng Zifei gone, Jinsheng suddenly felt like he was the only outsider here.
Just as he was feeling awkward, he heard Bai Lian suddenly ask: "Jinsheng, how is your right hand recovering now?"
