"At least it's very realistic, isn't it? After all, even you have hidden it, so it's not that difficult to deceive these young disciples."
Ning Feiyan sat leisurely under the table and had a tea party. He took out a pair of teacups like magic and slowly poured out the thick white goat cheese tea with misty ice from the teapot.
In this cold weather, she was in good spirits and sipped iced milk tea under the table.
Balian looked at Hongzhuang, who had cold eyes and a hopeless expression, and quietly stretched out a leg to kick her, and said in a low voice: "Take your sister back to where she came from."
Hongzhuang crossed her arms and snorted, expressing disdain.
Bai Lian asked where that guy who looked so good when he called his brother-in-law with a blushing face in the Beiyuan Forest went?
Why do all succubi behave the same way?
Ning Feiyan took a sip of butter tea calmly, and the rich milk color left a moist pucker on her lips.
She looked narrowly and said: "Hongzhuang is a knife that I am accustomed to using. She has always been the only one to obey my orders. If you ask her to take me away, do you think she has the courage?"
Balian glanced at the Hongzhuang sister who was eaten by Ning Feiyan, and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Obviously when I was in the magic city, I was still fighting for you and had deep complaints about you. Now I'm done with it." How long has it been since I've been clinging to you even more than before?"
In the past, in the Chaomu Palace, even if Hongzhuang accidentally saw him having sex with Ning Feiyan, although she showed a very unhappy mood, she would not be like this now. Her eyes gradually became wary, as if guarding against a thief. As if guarding against him.
She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, her "innocent and ignorant" sister would be abducted by this bad boy like him.
Ning Feiyan's pretty eyebrows raised slightly, and she gave Hongzhuang a sip of the iced cheese tea in the teacup in her hand. She looked sideways at Balian and joked:
"Isn't there a saying in the world that if you have breasts, 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 she has a mouthful of flesh from me, she is naturally indispensable. Her bones.”
Hongzhuang, who was obediently lowering her head to enjoy Ning Feiyan's gentle feeding, suddenly choked and coughed. A blush quickly appeared on her face. Her black eyes were panicked. She blushed and pushed away the tea cup she handed her, refusing to drink any more. .
Balian was so angry that he was going to hit her on the head, but Ning Feiyan continued to laugh: "I mean, as Sihe, I am blameless for rebelling against the Demon Lord, leaving the Demon Realm, and seizing the Realm Gate. Forgive me for implicating the sinners of the nine tribes.
There was a traitor like me in the Beiyuan Forest, and the entire Succubus clan was afraid that I would be implicated. However, I not only protected her, but also protected Mrs. Ning, whom she cherished so much. I allowed the Succubus clan to remain in the human world. It can take root and be protected from foreign enemies.
Today, I am not only the food and clothing parent for her, but also the food and clothing parent for all succubi. Tell me, should she listen to my words 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 master of the Four Rivers with multiple identities in the human world, it is not too difficult to establish a habitat for succubi to survive.
Based on Balian's understanding of her, he did not think that Ning Feiyan was protecting the bloodline of the succubus clan out of the morality of the same clan.
After all, her preservation of such a group of succubi was similar to his adoption of demons.
Ning Feiyan is a complete materialist. She doesn't care about the warmth and warmth of people. She doesn't have any sympathy even for the younger generations of her own race.
Even though Hongzhuang looked at her with a look of dependence and even admiration, Bailian still didn't understand what kind of feelings Ning Feiyan had for Hongzhuang.
The undisguised disgust, teasing, and toying with Hong Zhuang's various emotions in her eyes were not false, but unfortunately, when it came to Hong Zhuang's life crisis, she was always the first to stand up.
Ning Feiyan seems to have thousands of faces hidden in her heart, making it difficult to guess them all. Facing her like this, Balian always has a headache: "What are you planning today?"
Ning Feiyan nodded and said: "Miss Yunrong has a wish and wants you to come down the mountain, but you are rebellious and disobedient. You can't even listen to my good words. I can't ruin your studies and find a high-sounding excuse. Drive you down the mountain?
After all, I am your aunt now. If you cannot complete my studies, I will drive you away, and even the Thirteen Swords will not be able to keep you. "
Balian turned over the unlit dial in his hand and laughed, "So you prepared this dragon-snake sword array for me?"
"But it's a pity that I should have to disappoint you."
Bailian's fingers moved across the disk inch by inch, and when he touched it, his fingertips were like dragons and snakes swimming around. The gray lines on the disk began to come alive as if they were injected with life according to the guidance of his fingertips.
Countless sword characters were dismantled. From the dead gray wood to the clouds and electric wind lamps, it only took a moment. The thousand-word sword characters were like the interpretation of the stele, or like the lightning from the Taixu.
Different from the star-blue glow on other people's dials, there is a faint golden glow that diffuses out.
The wandering movements of Balian's fingers became more and more heavy, and the sword needle suspended on the dial buzzed, making an extremely clear and long sound.
From the beginning to the end, the sword needle in Bailian's hand did not rotate in any way, but what was really moving and rotating was the line sword pattern with the sword needle as its axis. As it slowly rotated, it seemed to be forming. The sky is small and the earth is narrow, snaking through the mountains and rivers.
The clear sound of the sword made everyone look back in shock.
The sword needle remained motionless, like a thousand-year-old sword propped up between mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.
Balian felt that the feeling at this moment was extremely strange. He had clearly never seen the dragon-snake sword formation of the 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 gold scales, and the lonely corner where Bailian sits seems to be vaguely like the bustling Jianmo, and the magical atmosphere of the spring breeze on both sides of the river.
Ying Xiu's fingers suddenly pinched the corners of the table until they turned pale, and the blood on his face began to fade.
Qi Liancheng also opened his mouth in disbelief.
Just when everything is about to fall into place, the feat that will shock everyone is about to be completed.
Balian's steady fingers finally flicked out subtle deviations, and the orderly golden rune lines instantly collapsed and suddenly collapsed.
The dial, which was harder than black iron, cracked and fell to the ground into a pile of scraps.
"Pfft..." I don't know who it was, but couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
The color on Ying Xiu's face returned a little, but fortunately he didn't lose his composure too much. His expression dropped. He raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yunqin silently.
Jiang Yunqin hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover her lips, hiding the smile that had not yet subsided at the corners of her lips.
Behind the curtain, Junjun, who was spinning the dial in front of a top, fixed his fingers and pressed down on the pointer on the dial. He looked back with doubtful eyes.
Su Jing stopped reading the scroll and turned his head to look at Bai Lian. His eyes casually slid under his desk, lost in thought.
Balian threw away the remaining materials in his hand, and the pointer slipped from his fingers.
He pursed his lips slowly, ignoring the looks around him that ranged from shock and amazement to contempt and ridicule.
Balian put his fingers on the table, gently closed his knuckles, and slowly left five deep finger marks on the red lacquered sandalwood table.
Ning Feiyan smiled sweetly, still sitting calmly in a place where others could not see her, drinking ice tea.
Hongzhuang lay beside her, her cheeks flushed as she watched her calmly retract her little claws from the little corpse demon's side.
Why is the corpse demon afraid of such low-level tricks as tickling?
At this time, the voice belonging to the puppet Ji Yan outside the table sounded: "Every dial here is the hard work of the five sword masters. If you are unable to refer to it and your personal abilities are limited, I will not do it." More blame.
But if you don't know how to interpret swords, you have to force them to do it. Ruining the hard work of the sword masters like this is a bit too much. Little guy, you don't have the talent to practice swords. After today's class, you'd better get off the mountain as soon as possible. Go ahead. "
Balian quietly touched the ground of the table with one hand, grabbed her little foot like a revenge, and tickled her gently with his fingers in the sole of the foot.
But his face calmly suppressed his emotions and said: "Gold comes from the mine, jade comes from the stone, there is no way to seek truth without illusion. There are thousands of ways to break a sword, I think I can still give it a try."
This is so true that I don’t know the depth of it.
After hearing this, everyone no longer even had the heart to laugh or mock. Qi Liancheng also shook his head and smiled. Why should he be so serious with a fool?
The culprit, Ning Nv Mo, blinked at Bai Lian: "Why, it's all broken into pieces like this, why don't you give up?"
Balian said angrily: "When did you become so obedient to Yun Rong?!"
Ning Feiyan shrugged, with an innocent look on his face: "I can't help it, who asked me to call her sister."
Bailian snorted coldly, looking at the mess on the case, and fell into deep thought.
Outside the East Mountain, the morning light shines through the dawn sky and reflects the mountains. There is a man with a feather crown sitting on the edge of a cliff.
The sun hangs far away on the eastern horizon, and its rays of light flicker through the gaps between the green mountains on both sides of the bank. The atmospheric scene between the mountains is solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, the man with the feather crown suddenly felt something. He raised his head, and a purple thunder suddenly tore out in the bright sky.
In the sound of lightning and thunder, a man carrying a sword broke through the clouds and landed on the edge of the cliff. He held a charred head in his hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, and said sect master.
Sword Master Yu just glanced at the head in his hand and said, "Solved?"
As the son of the master of Fengliu Sword and the leader of Qilei, Ye Yichuan presented the blackened head with both hands: "Here is the head of Lu Zhuang, the 'Youbing Soldier'. Fortunately, my disciple has lived up to his command!"
Qilei Youbing are all sect swordsmen forces created by Tianxi's direct disciples.
Ye Yichuan is a direct disciple of the Twelve Swords, and he has three hundred Qilei swords.
Lu Zhuang is a direct disciple of Six Swords, and he has 500 sword soldiers.
There is a huge disparity in power between the two. In this ambush, without the clear sword intent given by the sword master Yu himself, Ye Yichuan would not have been able to take Lu Zhuang's head unscathed.
Sword Master Yu's eyes were cold, like the wind on a snowy cliff, bone-chilling cold: "Luzhuang, did you really appear in the Dharma Realm of Changqing Pavilion?"
Ye Yichuan fell silent. Veins bulged on the back of the hand holding the head. It was clear that his inner emotions were far from as calm as on the surface.
There is a 'taboo' sealed in the realm of Evergreen Pavilion. In Tianxi Sword Sect, not many people know about that 'taboo'.
As a direct disciple, Lu Zhuang's appearance here was obviously not what Ye Yichuan expected.
In the morning, a snowy rain fell in the mountains, and there was chaos in Sword Master Yu's eyes: "After all, if you have a fight with Luzhuang's friend, even if he rebels against the Tianxi, I allow you to bury his body in the ground. .”
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Ye Yichuan kowtowed heavily on the ground, and then said: "Sect Master, this disciple has one more unkind request, and I hope the Sect Master will approve it."
Sword Master Yu Dan said: "Do you hope that I will forgive the five hundred sword soldiers under Lu Zhuang?"
Ye Yichuan lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "What Lu Zhuang did by one person will not cause as much harm as five hundred swordsmen. I hope the sect master can treat it leniently."
Sword Master Yu's ten slender fingers were intertwined and placed on his lap. There was no indifference in his face, but an absolute calmness in analyzing the situation.
Absolutely calm, it can also be said to be inhumane and ruthless.
"Lü Zhuang has been lurking in the Tianxi Sword Sect for so many years. He alone would never be able to hide himself so successfully. So can you be sure that the five hundred swordsmen he implicated are all innocent?"
Ye Yichuan's face turned pale, and he bit his lips until a streak of blood came out. His voice was hoarse: "Do you want to say, sect leader, that you would rather kill someone wrong than let him go?"
Sword Master Yu took a deep breath and said: "As the sect master, I will never tolerate traitors, but I will not let my disciples be wronged for no reason.
Yi Chuan, please keep these five hundred people to death for me. Now that Lu Zhuang has been executed, if he really has invisible ditch rats under his command, you must get rid of them for me! "
Although Ye Yichuan got the result he wanted and saved the five hundred ghost soldiers for the time being, when he looked at the man with a majestic look in front of him, his whole body exuded a kind of indifferent indifference.
This slowly sent a chill down his spine.
The sect leader said that the five hundred disciples would be thoroughly investigated and targeted to death. He openly suspected that there were traitors in those You soldiers who were colluding with Lu Zhuang.
But those swordsmen were just a group of inner disciples, how could they attract so much attention from the sect leader.
In other words, what he really suspected was not Lu Zhuang's direct subordinate You Bing, but the one who had gone up...
Ye Yichuan suddenly broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly suppressed the terrible thought in his heart. He glanced at Sword Master Yu with a complicated expression and resigned.
Shortly after Ye Yichuan left, another figure appeared on the cliff.
Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of Qin State, stood not far away and looked at him quietly. The cloak draped on her shoulders was gently fluttering in the mountain breeze, but it was not as freehand as the black hair that was tied up in the mountain snow like splashing ink in the past.
"Lu Zhuang belongs to Ji Pei."
And Ji Pei came from the Zhongyou Dynasty, that woman was once the most loyal minister.
He had enough reasons to rebel.
In front of Sword Master Yu, she seemed to always be so outspoken.
Because of the snow and rain, the first morning light gradually dimmed, and the sky returned to the gray color of the Tianshan Mountains. Sword Master Yu's eyes shone with an unknown light.
He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Wenjun, help me check Ji Pei."
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