Without the giant god general, the gate to guard the world was completely opened.
In a violent hurricane, Bai Lian and others fell into an empty valley.
In a burst of frenzied space distortion, the aura from the devil world completely dissipated in his perception.
If they were ordinary people, they would not be able to travel between the two worlds so easily and unscathed.
Ke Ning Fei Yan possesses the Realm Key and can transform into a powerful wind field to protect everyone from being crushed by the violent force of space.
It was just her first time to control the realm gate, so controlling the wind field was inevitably a bit awkward, so that several people fell into the valley one by one like dumplings.
The seasons in the human world and the demon world are not at the same time. They are no better than the demon world in late spring. At this time, the human world is already in the middle of winter and deep snow, and the snowflakes are as big as mats.
Basil in the wind and snow, silver makeup in the snow valley.
The place where everyone fell was covered with thick snow. After the big clouds of snowflakes splashed, Hongzhuang was the first to crawl out of the snow. Before she could even spit out the snow dumplings in her mouth, she was filled with tears. Anxiously, he looked for Ning Feiyan.
"It doesn't matter, it's just that the corpse demon's blood seeped into the eyes, which were naturally purified by the sunlight." Ning Feiyan pushed Bailian's arms away, stood up from his arms, and patted the snowflakes on her body.
The eyes that had been swept by the sun were gradually returning to their true colors.
"It's just that I don't understand, why did that corpse demon attack me?" Ning Feiyan glanced at Yun Rong calmly, and then said: "Why did the giant god listen to sister Rong's words and suddenly stopped? Murderous intention?"
Bailian's head suddenly flashed over the image of the giant god kneeling down and worshiping.
Yun Rong shook his head, with a hint of confusion hidden under his calm black eyes: "I don't know, what exactly happened at that time?"
"Anyway, I still want to thank my sister for saving my life." Ning Feiyan stopped asking about the secret that she was rarely interested in: "I just don't know, what is my sister's plan next?"
Ning Feiyan didn't know that the master of the Four Swords in this world had actually been left aside. From the perspective of the master of the Four Swords, Yun Rong could only reply:
"Since the two young masters of Taixuan Sect and Cangwu Palace have returned to the human world safely, the matter in the demon world is over, and I will return to the Tianxi Sword Sect."
Ning Feiyan blinked, pushed Bailian with her elbow, and said with a smile, "Sister, you don't want your young husband anymore?"
Yun Rong glanced at Bailian, shook his head calmly and said: "The situation at that time was just for detoxification and nothing else. I hope you, little corpse demon... don't do what he wants."
She even used the tone of Yun Rong to talk about things.
Balian's mood is complicated. He is not a saint. How can he be calm after going through all this?
But Yun Rong is not an ordinary secular woman. She is the fourth sword of Tianxi, a rare tribulation-proof immortal in the world. She is a female sword immortal whose pure and flawless life and soul cannot tolerate a trace of stain.
Balian wasn't willing to overestimate her ability and say all kinds of responsible nonsense to her.
Although the love was at its deepest, she could still remember her tender and fragile look when she was under him and asked him to call her "wife".
But now her expression was too calm and indifferent, as if she had gone through a mundane dream, entangled with all kinds of irrelevant thoughts, and in this spring and autumn wind and snow, she had returned to her previous calm and indifferent appearance.
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "That's it. Let's not talk about Fengyue. It's fine that my sister accidentally took in this handsome young man. But the plan I asked just now is not only your future plan, sister, but also What’s more, what are your plans for me?”
She raised her fingers and clicked them one by one: "Among us, one is a corpse demon, one is a succubus, and the other is the notorious Lord of the Demonic River for immortals. My sister is the Lord of the Four Swords of the Celestial Seal. , the leader of the righteous path of the Immortal Sect, shouldn’t we be killed on the spot?”
Yun Rong glanced at her, smiled, and asked instead: "Sister Feiyan is the master of the Demonic River, and now she has a realm gate. Shouldn't she break her sword first and then hurry up?"
Ning Feiyan raised her eyelashes slightly, and her charming smile suddenly showed a hint of ambiguity and intimacy: "It's boring to break the sword around my sister's waist. If I have time tomorrow, I'll teach my sister how to break it with you." The sword is ready."
This witch is extremely smart, and with just one flirtatious remark, she and Yun Rong's identity as a fairy and demon are simply revealed. She is extremely frivolous, but it also subtly brings the two of them closer.
As expected, Yun Rong's upright and beautiful face quickly turned a cherry color, and she said angrily: "It seems I should accept you, the evildoer, first."
Balian was also very annoyed. He clenched his fist and was about to hit her on the head: "You are still talking nonsense, you are still talking nonsense."
After all the nonsense, they finally parted.
In the human world, Yun Rong no longer has any reason to stay by Bailian's side, and the reason she gave for appearing in the demon world was to find the 'inner demon'. Now that the 'inner demon' has been found, it's time to return to the mountain to recover.
As Yu Jian traveled eastward, the undulating sea of clouds floated above the heads of the two clouds.
After leaving the valley, Sijian Yunrong put on his school uniform, his face was slightly blue, and he glanced at his 'inner demon' with a slightly annoyed look: "The thing I regret most in my life is that I didn't have it in my Qiankun bag. Prepare an extra religious uniform."
She has already reached the realm of transcending tribulations, and her body is pure and natural inside and outside. There is no dirt or stain on her clothes. If there is any foreign dust on her clothes, she will be clean with a flick of the sword wind.
But on the peach blossom tree, her inner demon was entangled with the little corpse demon. The clothes were full of the smell of the little corpse demon. When she wore them, no matter how much sword wind was stirred up, they lingered on, which was extremely disturbing.
Yun Rong put on her clean sacrificial clothes and seemed to feel a little embarrassed and shy. She put on her hood to cover her reddish cheeks and said sincerely: "I will definitely pay you every penny of the reward I promised you."
Sijian Yunrong felt that she had really sacrificed a lot for those few sword scriptures. Lending her his name and making such a big fuss completely dissuaded her from catching the little corpse demon and raising it in the mountains. Get up and discuss the idea of sword together.
At this moment, the little corpse demon probably thought that the person he had been married to for a night was her. It would be extremely troublesome for them to deal with her in the future! It’s extremely troublesome!
"This time when I return to Tianxi, you don't have to accompany me. Give me those sword scriptures and go on your own, okay?" Sijian Yunrong looked dismissive.
Hearing this, Yun Rong glanced at her in surprise and asked, "Why, you don't plan to continue transforming me."
Sijian Yunrong shook his head and said: "I won't cross. At first, I saw you hanging out with the abandoned people from the Demon Prison. I thought you had the intention to enter the Demonic Way. If you let it go, you might cause harm to everyone. , but in recent days, I see that you and those evil obstacles are not the same."
She glanced at Yun Rong, sighed, and said: "Since you have developed such a strong sense of autonomy and your strength is far superior to mine, why should I overestimate my capabilities and force myself on you?"
"What's more, since you are my inner demon, no one in this world understands my sword better than you. I have you to sharpen my sword for me, and I don't want to break new ground in the way of swordsmanship."
Looking at Si Jian Yunrong, who was full of energy and energy, she looked proud and flamboyant, something she hadn't seen in many years.
Having never experienced the suffering of the mortal world, the Lingtai is clear and clear, as if it has never known what frost and snow are in winter. It is clear and free, standing straight, as if it is a sword that will not bend even if it is broken!
But she was like an old sword that was lightly rusted and had finally begun to decay and lose its vitality after thousands of years.
Calculating the sinister heart of the person she never loved, and pondering the changes in the chess game in the world.
The years passed by quietly without realizing it. Looking back, looking at her as if she had the beauty of the sun, moon and stars, and the beauty of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, I realized that she had become completely different.
They seemed to be born exactly the same, with the same skin and the same soul, but from beginning to end, she could not find any trace of herself similar to her.
Yun Rong smiled bitterly in her heart. After all, the world gave her a chance to start over again. At least, it would be great to keep her eyebrows and sword heart as before.
"Speaking of which, the sect master recently pressed me very hard on my Inscription Sword Spirit. In the past, I used to excuse it on the grounds that it would be inconvenient to awaken the sword spirit because of the inner demons. But now that I have delayed it for so long, I am afraid that I cannot calm the sect master's heart. , on the eve of being kidnapped by you to the devil world, the sect leader had thought of changing his sword, and now he has advanced the time limit for recruiting disciples.
Firstly, it is to test the mental and spiritual roots of the disciples of famous families from all over the world. Secondly, the thirteenth junior brother Jinsheng’s right hand was broken and his swordsmanship was lost. Thirdly, it has been a long time since I awakened the sword spirit. I thought that recruiting disciples this year would be a fun time to watch. "
Yun Rong was shocked and said: "The sect leader is forcing you to inscribe and refine the sword spirit again?"
Sijian Yunrong smiled and said: "What does 'there again' mean?"
Yun Rong knew he had made a mistake, frowned, and asked knowingly: "Then have you found a suitable sword spirit?"
Sijian Yunrong shook his head and said: "I don't want to snatch the demon's life into my sword. If the day comes to hand over the sword, I will go back and be an idler. A harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds , I have not lost my swordsmanship in my heart, even if I don’t have a sword in my hand, I can still take the swords of all the countries in the world.”
She practices free swordsmanship, and she is diligent in guarding the responsibility of Tianxi. If the sword master of Tianxi wants to take it, she will not force it.
Speaking of the sword spirit, Sijian Yunrong seemed to be aroused with curiosity: "Speaking of which, it has only been a few years since you awakened in your own body. From what I see, your Xue Xue Sword seems to have awakened the sword spirit once?"
Yun Rong unconsciously stroked the sword on his waist, his eyes were slightly sad, and he hummed softly: "I once...had a very, very good sword spirit."
"A sword spirit who is so good...that I love him like my own life."
Sijian Yunrong, who loves swords as much as her life, said that she could understand her mood at the moment.
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"Everyone has disappeared, why are you still watching?"
In the vast deserted silver snow valley, Ning Feiyan was teasing Bailian.
Balian shook his head and said, "I just feel... a little strange."
"What's weird?"
"An indescribable feeling."
Bailian looked away from the sky. For some reason, after Yun Rong left, his mood couldn't calm down for a long time.
Not reluctant, but vaguely uneasy.
"Okay, it's not like we won't see this great beauty anymore. I've long heard that at the end of winter this year, the Tianxi Sword Sect intends to open a mountain to recruit disciples. If you want to get close to her, you might as well go to the White Camel Mountain."
Ning Feiyan was making fun of her, but she couldn't bear the loneliness and kicked a small snow dumpling under her feet.
Balian breathed out slowly and said, "She and I have different identities, so why bother to cause her trouble."
As he spoke, he knelt down and kneaded the rolled snow dumpling at Ning Feiyan's feet into a big dumpling. With very dexterous hands, he made a small, round snowman.
Balian held up the little snowman, smiled at Ning Feiyan, and said, "Bad cat, look at it, does it look like a fat baby?"
Ning Feiyan's smile froze, and she slowly retracted her little foot that was kicking the snow dumplings.
Balian noticed something different in her expression, and stood up quickly and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is it an old injury that makes you feel uncomfortable?"
With Ning Feiyan's rationality, she knew that now was the best time to speak clearly, but somehow, her lowered gaze fell on the little snowman stupidly held in Bai Lian's hand, and her heart felt a little bitter for no reason. .
Her subtle emotions were quickly calmed down by her. She held the little snowman in Balian's hand as if nothing had happened, smiled and said, "How old are you, sir, and you still like to play with such gadgets?"
Seeing that she could still tease people as usual, Bai Lian relaxed slightly, scratched her head and said, "I plan to go back to Kongcang Mountain next, do you want to come with me?"
Ning Feiyan was putting the little snowman into the Qiankun bag. After hearing these words, she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes moving: "What? When I get to the human world, young master, you still plan to raise me as a beloved concubine? You can't do it here?" There is no more His Majesty’s edict, so I don’t need to belong to you anymore.”
Balian understood the meaning of her words. Ning Feiyan had never been a canary kept by her side to protect men. She fought for the gate with her life. Balian didn't know how much of it was because of him.
But he knew that Ning Feiyan, who had lived soberly enough, must have his own ambitions and plans in the next step of winning the realm gate.
His eyes dimmed and he whispered, "Are you planning to say goodbye to me?"
Ning Feiyan tied the knot of the Qiankun bag and touched Bai Lian's face. Her smile was charming and indescribably charming: "Young master, this serious and serious temperament has really changed." Changed, not every woman you sleep with needs you to take care of and take care of her. You see, Yun Rong is like this, and so am I.
Only women who are weak and need the protection of men need the word "responsibility" for what they do. But I, Ning Feiyan, am not a little woman. The principles between men and women cannot restrain me. If possible, I can even compare to You are stronger. "
"So you..." The slender fingers slid along his cheek to his chin, and the fingertips gently lifted Balian's chin, his eyes were seductive and a little careless: "If you really want to get me , then come and conquer me."
This woman looks docile, but is actually an extremely untamed wild horse.
She likes to overlook the rights of all living beings, and doesn't like to fall into love and be manipulated.
This young man seems gentle and harmless but is actually too dangerous.
She had only known him for a short time, less than a year, and so far, her emotional ups and downs had been changed by his every move, which was beyond her control.
Even the little snowman just now made her look different from herself.
If you can't completely control such a dangerous and sweet person, then stay away from him.
Occasionally moved, but habitually refused.
You can be ambiguous and stick to your heart.
This is her Ning Feiyan.
Seeing that she had decided to leave, Bai Lian did not force herself and broke away from the hand holding his chin. He stretched out his arms and gently held Ning Feiyan in his arms.
Ning Feiyan's back was slightly stiff, and she was about to struggle and push her away, but Bailian stopped her and let go of the hug. He smiled at her and said seriously: "If you miss me, write to Kongcang Mountain. I will Will come looking for you."
Missing him, how could it be possible.
Ning Feiyan blinked at him: "Don't worry, that won't happen one day."
Balian also blinked at her, half-smiling: "Maybe I didn't speak clearly enough. What I mean is that if you miss me, you can write me a letter and I will come to your door to give it to you. This is so sensible. Do you still like the food?"
She really has the consciousness of being a succubus food, so considerate that she even delivered it to her door with a smile.
Ning Feiyan always felt that this kid had gradually found a way to deal with her, and knew how to use her teasing ways to deal with her in turn.
But she just did this.
After all...the nature of a succubus will never disappear as long as it lives.
In the end, she found that no matter how handsome and neat she said, she would never be able to live without him year after year.
Ning Feiyan suddenly felt a sense of shameful frustration. She snorted coldly, kicked away a cloud of snow mist, and disappeared without a trace without even saying hello.
Before the snow and fog cleared, Ning Feiyan left and returned again. An embroidered shoe was poked out from under her skirt. She kicked Bailian's leg, made a face, and told him: "If you want to find out your life experience, you might as well go to the Tianxi Sword Sect, not for Yun Rong, but for yourself."
After saying that, he ran away again.
Hongzhuang followed closely like a tail. When she left, she glanced at Balian with complicated eyes. After hesitating for a long time, she blushed and finally said what she wanted to say: "Hey, you... ...You have to make your body stronger."
Balian: "???"
After Hongzhuang also left, Bailian couldn't realize what she meant by her words for a long time.
