long night walk

how many years.

Cangnan Yidu had not experienced this kind of experience of having someone reveal his or her innermost feelings for a long time.

There was no trace of embarrassment on her face when a junior like Bailian revealed her truest thoughts. She leaned on the chariot and smiled.

"I just fell in love with your ability to resist death, so what?"

Balian: "..."

He still underestimated the sage empress's thick skin.

Cang Nanyi continued to say leisurely: "But you kid relies too much on your own ability. You act unscrupulously and arrogantly. You don't know how to be cautious at all. You actually dare to expose yourself openly in front of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan. Little guy , you made me lose my beloved disciple, how should you compensate me for my regret?"

Balian was speechless: "Is this how the account was calculated?

"Then how do you think this account should be settled?"

Balian glanced at her mouth without revealing any trace, and said: "But I never promised the queen to be your disciple, so why did I make the queen lose her beloved disciple? How should I compensate for this?"

Cangnan said without changing his expression: "Although I have not officially accepted you as a disciple, do you want to deny that the reason why you can control the power of the Bronze Gate is not because of my teachings and the calligraphy Jue, are you using it smoothly?"

The words came out of his mouth, but they really made Bai Lian choke.

This is why he and Cang Nanyi have always had different stances. It can even be said that as a corpse demon king, this woman can be said to be one of his biggest enemies in this life, but it has always been difficult for him to have real hostility towards her.

The Bronze Gate is the forbidden gate of the six realms. Since ancient times, no one has been able to control the forbidden gate.

Without her guidance, Balian would never be able to control the power of the Bronze Gate even if he practiced for ten more lifetimes.

As for the calligraphy technique, it was the highest divine art in the Kunlun Mountains. Even her supposedly closest husband, Junhuang Chenghuang, had never learned it, but she taught it to him.

Just as Cang Nanyi said, in several extremely dangerous life-and-death battles in Bailian, the Chinese character identification technique played a vital role.

Without the fortune teller, he would not be alive today.

Cangnan Yi doesn't need to mention these, Bai Li'an also knows it in his heart.

And he also knows that Cang Nanyi is not someone who repays kindness. It can even be said that with her identity and ability, she simply doesn't bother to do so.

If not, it has been many years since she taught Yu Jianzi Jue and helped him control the bronze door, so why did she not mention it until now.

It was obvious that he was just trying to show off his quick words and try to overpower him.

Balian had no choice but to obey obediently and said respectfully: "My Majesty, I have been so kind to you. I will thank you for your kindness!"

As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and under Cang Nanyi's words and deeds, he also gave up his shame very neatly.

He knew that Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, who were just a few steps away, were eavesdropping on their conversation inside.

It's just that this chariot obviously has a certain sound insulation effect. If you don't use your cultivation skills and just listen directly with your ears, you may only eavesdrop with a partial understanding and intermittently.

He put one hand to his mouth, leaned forward slightly, and made a cautious whisper, but his voice was not concealed at all, and he even deliberately amplified it.

"If your Majesty is really sorry, you might as well accept me secretly without letting the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan know about it. I will fulfill my duty as a bridesmaid and serve you wholeheartedly."

In his early years, Baili'an had to accept her kindness, but he also had thoughts of becoming a disciple of Kunlun.

But since he regained his memory in that dream technique, he also understood that anyone can become a disciple of Kunlun, but he cannot.

The grievances between the Immortal Clan and the Corpse Demon Clan have been at an intractable level since the Wilderness Period.

If you want this grudge to end, only one of the two races can be completely extinct in this world.

Balian was able to come back to life because the corpse king's generals gave him his source of blood.

Cang Nanyi taught him the art of reading Chinese characters later.

As a member of the Corpse Demon King's clan, Balian could become her disciple regardless of his status, but with this unyielding attitude, if he continued to steal the hearts of the Corpse King's generals, he would be cheating the master.

But if he fulfills his duty as a disciple and gives up stealing the heart, he will destroy his ancestor.

Why would he force himself into such a dilemma between kindness and justice?

Bai Lian said this deliberately now, without concealing his voice at all, just for Qing Shui and Qing Xuan.

Why couldn't Cangnan Yi hear what Bai Lian was thinking? She laughed and said, "Why do you need to do so much? Now that your life experience is known to the whole world, it is impossible for me to accept you as my disciple again. You can rest assured that there is no need to tempt you with words anymore.”

Balian also lowered his eyes and smiled, but when he raised his eyes again, he said seriously and seriously: "I know the difficulties in Kunlun now. The Queen has given me magical powers. I am willing to return this Blood Feather River to the Queen."

Cang Nanyi smiled lightly and said, "Why, do you want to form a good relationship with me, Kunlun?"

Balian said sincerely: "I just want the next days to be easier."

Cang Nanyi looked at Bailian with a patient look, and the faint smile on his face did not change: "You know, even if you dedicate the Blood Feather River to me, I will not let you go back. "

There is no way that Balian is so naive as to think that he can regain his freedom by handing over the Blood Feather River.

Even if he claims at this moment that he has evolved all the demonic energy of the Blood Feather River, as long as he wants to, in a matter of seconds, the blood feathers will turn into cold feathers, the Demon River will turn into a pure pond, and return to Kunlun.

It's just that even if he can solve the dilemma that he has been in for hundreds of thousands of years, he may not be able to make Cangnan Yi let him go.

"The queen is joking, how dare you have such delusions?"

Seeing that Bailian's expression didn't look like he was being fake, Cangnan Yi was quite surprised: "Just to repay the favor?"

Balian said seriously: "Just to repay the favor."

Cang Nanyi laughed, but still said the same thing: "It's unnecessary."

She has a high status, but she is not someone who thinks highly of herself.

Others might feel ashamed, but Cang Nanyi didn't have much thought about being saved by a demon junior.

For her, kindness is kindness, and resentment is resentment.

She taught Yu Jianzi Jue first and saved his life.

And under the golden sea, because he saved her body several times, he was able to restore her soul to its proper form.

He has already repaid this debt. As for the Blood Feather River, it originally belonged to her Kunlun. Now that he is a prisoner of Kunlun, his entire being belongs to her.

It was not his turn to be a favor to her in this Blood Feather River.

There are other unknown reasons why Cang Nanyi has not taken possession of the Blood Feather River.

Bai Lian originally thought that although the Blood Feather River he owned was not his biggest reliance, no matter how he thought about it, it could still be regarded as a very important bargaining chip for Cang Nan Yi's current situation of hardship.

After all, Qing Shui Qingxuan and the others also deeply thought about this.

Unexpectedly, the saintly lady didn't even bother to take it when she offered it to him today. It was really beyond his expectation.

But for the Blood Feather River, Balian was indeed offering it sincerely as he said, and he had no intention of negotiating or exchanging bargaining chips.

Now she actually refused, which saved him the pain of being stripped away by the demon river.

The night was already dark, and a thin layer of fog gradually appeared in the deep palace on the peak. The stars were sparse and cold, and the crescent moon outside the chariot made the entire palace look deserted.

After the carriage fell into silence, Bailian couldn't make up his mind for a moment. Since Cangnan Yi had no intention of the blood feather river on his body, the secret hidden in him had not been mentioned again since that night-to-night conversation. .

If that's the case, why did she call him to come here?

Just when Balian was about to ask directly, two dragon roars came from outside, and then clouds surged up into the sky, and the two huge white dragons dispersed into flowing clouds and disappeared.

The clouds opened the layers of curtains, and Bailian looked through the gap, only to see the chariot stopped in front of an ancient and holy temple. On the plaque in front of the temple, the words 'Jianxin Hall' were written in ancient script.

It’s not the cabinet that’s coming back from this trip. It’s Jianxin Hall where Cangnan Yi usually lives.

Bailian was confused for a moment, wondering if she wanted to take him into the Jianxin Hall to guard him?

Thinking of this, he inevitably had some strange thoughts in his mind.

Let’s not talk about the differences between men and women and their status. This saint’s empress is by no means an ordinary woman. She is a married man who has been married for many years. If he follows her, he will stay here day and night...

How embarrassing would it be if she bumped into Junhuang Chenghuang, her husband, who was a foreign male prisoner?

While he was thinking wildly, Cang Nanyi had already opened the car curtain and walked out.

Seeing this, Qingxuan wanted to step forward to help, but she waved her hand and refused.

Qing Shui asked with some embarrassment: "Empress, how should I arrange this."

Cang Nanyi glanced at her lightly: "We have arrived at Jianxin Hall, what do you think we should do?"

Hearing what she said, Qingxuan's face turned green.

Cangnan Yi turned his back to Bai Lian and turned half of his cheek, and said calmly: "This boy hugged a wild fox, and his body smells bad. Qingxuan, take him down first and wash him with fragrant soup before sending him away." Come to my palace."

Balian, who was lifting the curtain to look out, frowned subconsciously when he heard this.

This doesn't sound right...

Especially this kind of environment, this kind of atmosphere.

Facing the high and majestic palace, which is like the inner palace of a human palace, Baili An sits on the sage's chariot...

This situation, why does it look a bit like the beauty that the king in ancient times used to turn over the signboard at night to summon him to bed?

Of course, he knew that no matter how different Cang Nanyi was from others, he would never have any romantic thoughts towards him.

Qingxuan endured it for a while. Even though she knew that the empress had given the order and she was no longer qualified to say anything, she finally couldn't hold it in. She clenched her teeth and said with difficulty: "Empress, how can you tolerate this in the saint's chamber?" External demons reside and invade.”

She used the word "empress" extremely seriously, as if she wanted to express that in addition to being a saint, she was also the wife of an immortal emperor.

She had already violated the rules by rebutting him so directly, but Cang Nanyi didn't seem to have any intention of holding her accountable, but he didn't pay any attention to Qingxuan.

Clouds of robes swept across the long steps in front of the palace, and the saint's figure disappeared alone into the palace door.

Qingxuan Qi surged like a mountain, so she didn't dare to have any objections to the Emperor's empress. Her eyes were as cold as knives, and she looked at Bai Lian coldly, without saying a word for a long time.

Qing Shui's eyes moved slightly, and in the depths of her seemingly calm eyes, there was an undercurrent surging inside. She gently pulled Qing Xuan, took her aside, and said in a tone that Balian could not hear:

"Qingxuan, if I were you, I would never say a word at this moment. After all, my queen also wants to be shameless."

When Qingxuan saw Qing Shui's expression, she knew something was up. Her heart sank, and her usually cold voice began to tremble: "You...you noticed it too?"

Qing Shui turned her eyes sideways and glanced at Bai Lian secretly, then quickly retracted her words and said in an extremely positive tone: "Well, my empress has been alone for many years, and today, Mo Yue wants to sleep with him."

"What?!!!" Qingxuan screamed, her face was full of excitement. Maybe she noticed the doubtful look that Bai Lian cast towards her. Her expression froze slightly, and she lowered her words a little lower.

Qingxuan had a cold face and pursed his lips tightly, as if he had been touched by a minefield. He said in a cold voice: "This is simply treason. Do you know what nonsense you are talking about?!"

"If you think I'm talking nonsense, why are you talking so secretly?"

Qing Shui also pursed her lips tightly, trying to look angry, as if she wanted to sympathize with Qing Xuan, but the uncontrollable excitement in her eyes betrayed her.

She felt greatly stimulated by her empress' sudden whim.

Qingxuan sighed helplessly: "What are you so excited about..."

Others don't know Qing Shui's temperament, but she knows the identity of Mr. Xuan Shui, the most famous erotic drama master in Xianling City.

Don't look at Qing Shui, who looks so quiet and graceful in the daytime, with a bright and beautiful scenery, as graceful as the wind in the forest.

There are a lot of dirty things hidden in the dark.

Of all the immortals in this immortal world who are worthy of their name, which one has not been fabricated by her about some romantic affairs?

However, the empress' status was too sacred, and she never dared to write about it. Looking at her appearance today, she was probably secretly making up some 'stories' about the empress, right?

Qing Shui lightly poked her arm, smiled gently and implicitly, and said: "The queen is driving the chariot and does not allow others to peep. It's just that the queen didn't cover it up intentionally, so she just kept it intermittently. You and I also got a rough idea."

"I've lived for so long, but I've never heard of anyone that my empress has fallen in love with."

Qingxuan felt weak in his heart and retorted without thinking: "Is the empress interested in him? She is obviously interested in his ability to resist death and survive."

Qing Shui's eyes suddenly became ambiguous: "Qingxuan, what do you think of that as a way to resist death? Why has your Majesty avoided your empress like a snake or a scorpion since you got married? Isn't it just because he knows your empress's physique? Do you know that all your years of squandering have already been spent?"

Qingxuan had never thought that there was such an ambiguity in the concept of resistance to death. Her handsome snow-faced face suddenly turned red, her breathing was slightly erratic, and he glanced at her: "Is this what your Majesty meant!"