long night walk

Balian read very slowly, almost word for word, as if every word was as heavy as a thousand mountains weighing on his head.

As he continued to recite, the invisible giant hammer clearly appeared again in his mind. Every word he chanted was followed by a heavy hammer strike.

His body was crumbling, and the blood on his face was fading at an alarming speed. He only felt a headache as if it was a saw, and waves of paralyzing and soul-eating pain came from his silent heart.

His spiritual consciousness and energy were being consumed at an alarming rate, but Balian was not worried that he would reveal the fact that his cultivation had not been sealed by the Moonlight Lock.

Even though this moonlight lock can block all changes in the human body's energy, including spiritual energy, blood energy, and mental energy, they cannot be mobilized by the main body's thoughts.

But the Moonlight Lock couldn't seal the changes in his five senses. When he recited the scroll, he didn't even need to mobilize his mental power. The overbearing power of the "World Scroll" would extract his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power on its own.

Therefore, there is no need to worry about Cangnan Yi seeing through anything.

It's just that every word formula he recited almost drained most of his mental energy from the ocean of consciousness.

However, the six divine talismans hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness will all accumulate strength and infuse new spiritual talismans into the sea of ​​consciousness.

And the force of the forceful thrusting was very domineering and fierce, and it was definitely not something that ordinary spiritual platforms could withstand.

Bailian's recitation speed was not very fast, but his enunciation was extremely clear. He did not try to muddle through the words because every word he recited was as heavy as the weight of mountains and seas.

It's just that the speed at which he read was far less efficient than what Cang Nanyi could watch and read on weekdays.

Cang Nanyi didn't show any dissatisfaction or impatience about this. She pinched the center of her eyebrows, leaned her cheek on her arm, and closed her eyes. She didn't know if she was pretending to sleep or if she was really falling asleep. went.

Balian kept reading in her mouth. He glanced at her slightly from the corner of his eye and saw her head slightly lowered. Under the dim oil lamp, her thin chin and thin white hands were reflected.

Her face was extremely beautiful, her fingers were slender, and the shape of her eyes when she closed her eyes was also very beautiful. The dim light seemed to cast a thin wisp of smoke on the side of her face. From this point of view, she was not as powerful as usual. The aura adds a delicate fragility.

The window hinges beside the two of them were not tightly closed, and gusts of night wind blew up outside the palace, bringing in the snowflakes accumulated on the branches and leaves in the courtyard. The smell of wind and snow in the palace gradually became stronger.

The saint sitting in front of the desk seemed to know neither warmth nor cold. Even though he was only wearing a thin green shirt, he was not disturbed by the swaying windows caused by the wind and snow.

Bailian immediately withdrew his gaze.

In this lonely man and woman, under the palace in the middle of the night, Bailian is very measured. He will never look at anything he shouldn't look at again.

He would not be like that romantic man in the world, who would have such thoughts of life and death at such a time. Seeing the beauty like jade in the night, the wind and snow hitting the palace, he tried to carefully care for the beauty who was sleeping in thin clothes and carried her to the bed.

Balian is not romantic, and in his heart, this inviolable empress is not some weak and delicate beauty, Jiao'e.

Balian was overwhelmed just to deal with the book in his hand.

After turning a few more pages of the chapter in his hand, the six talismans in Baili'an's sea of ​​consciousness were already beating crazily.

His sea of ​​consciousness has transformed into the most violent drummer in the world. Every violent hammering of a word makes the blood all over his body rush to the top of his head violently, and the blood all over his body boils like boiling steel slurry.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the spiritual power splashes high like iron flowers and rustles like shooting stars.

When the word is read again, it is like a vast expanse of ice-cold water from the deep sea pouring down on one's head. The consciousness like boiling slurry suddenly solidifies and turns into the prototype of the original cold iron.

After reading another word, it boiled again.

Over and over again, endlessly struggling with the sea of ​​consciousness and spirit.

Even though there would never be any human physiological reaction, after reading a few pages at this moment, his whole body was covered in sweat, which made his skin colorless and much paler than before.

On the huge table, only the ancient oil lamp's light danced brightly. The moonlight outside the window fell through the gauze of the window lattice, and a clear and cold layer of light was like the first touch of light entering the world in late autumn. Severe frost.

Amidst the sound of splashing iron and noisy ebb and flow, Bai Lian's consciousness gradually sank and settled...

"Neither birth nor death, at all times, the thought will see itself..."

"Boom!"

The murmurings, like whispers in sleep, came to an abrupt end with the sound of his head falling and hitting the cold, solid bed frame.

Balian's forehead hurt, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes in a daze, only to see that the sky outside the window had brightened, and the faint morning light was like chips, falling through the window frame into the cold hall.

Not far from the bed, there was a copper stove warming basin, with the charcoal fire burning brightly inside. In the copper stove basin, there were several sweet potatoes arranged in a square shape, and the skins were already burnt black.

Bailian jumped up from the bed with a start.

Suddenly I remembered everything about last night.

He did not transform into a demon body, but actually fell into such an uncontrollable lethargy in the state of a corpse demon.

He knew in his heart that it must be the 'Tianxia Scroll' that had extracted every last bit of spiritual power from his sea of ​​consciousness, so it forced him into a deep sleep.

Although Bai Lian had already predicted the overbearing and magical power of this 'World Scroll', he didn't know that it was actually so terrifying.

but……

Balian touched the soft quilt on his body with his palm.

What made him even more horrified was that he actually slept on the bed all night.

Even if he was dying of consciousness, there was no way he would behave rudely in a strange fantasy world, let alone the Palace of Forgetting the Dust of God Lord Kunlun!

Therefore, it must be impossible for him to go to the queen's phoenix couch and fall asleep.

Could it be possible that the scene of that beautiful woman, wearing thin clothes, sleeping on a pillow by the window, and being carried all the way to the bed did not happen to Cang Nanyi, but instead gave him the experience of being cared for carefully? ? !

Thinking of this, the expression on Bailian's face almost cracked, and goosebumps broke out all over his body.

That woman is definitely not someone who can do such a thing.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a slender hand like a jade carving reached into the brazier, and despite the scorching heat of the fire, he took out a sweet potato with a crispy and charred skin from the brazier.

Balian's consciousness suddenly returned and he quickly raised his eyes.

But he saw Cang Nanyi standing tall in the deep palace, wearing only a snow-white single dress. Even though she was in the palace, she still looked spotless, like a fairy who had just fallen into the world of mortals.

She was holding a steaming sweet potato in her hand, and her extremely white fingers reflected the charred sweet potato. When she lowered her eyes and looked at the young man on the bed, she had a warm and compassionate temperament all over her body.

"woke up?"

Balian quickly turned over and got down, even though he was calm and calm, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked at this moment.

"I've met my empress. Last night... I was rude."

"Excuse me?" Cang Nanyi used her fair and slender fingers to carefully peel off the charred and crispy potato skin, exposing the soft and soft potato flesh inside.

She blew away the steaming heat from the sweet potato, took a bite, looked sideways, and said calmly: "This 'Tian Xia Juan' is inherently overbearing and has a very weak spirit. You were able to last for an hour last night, since you are so beyond me." You're just imagining this, how could you possibly be so disrespectful?" "I..."

Seeing Bai Lian's hesitant expression, as if it was difficult to say anything, Cang Nanyi immediately realized it, smiled lightly, and said: "Don't worry, no matter how young you are, I won't ask you to sleep at will. I will sleep in peace." The bed you're sleeping on is Qingxuan's bed, so there's no need to be so nervous."

"Prince Qingxuan's... bed?" Balian's expression was quite subtle.

Cang Nanyi's fingers were clearly not afraid of the intense heat of the fire, but when biting into the sweet potatoes, they seemed to be extremely afraid of burning them.

She lowered her head and blew lightly twice, then took a second bite, chewed carefully and said, "Your sense of smell has always been sensitive. You can naturally tell whose scent is on your body by just one sniff."

Bailian opened his mouth and asked with a dull expression: "Why is the bed of Qingxuan the Queen in the Queen's Palace?"

Even though Cang Nanyi had the habit of sleeping in separate beds, the second bed in the palace must have been prepared for her husband, right?

Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Kunlun is a vast territory and busy with everything. It can't be called a paradise. I have to deal with many things every day. How can one person's mind and body be enough? Since Qingxuan is the female official of Kunlun's Seal, she has her own Duty is always with me and I handle official affairs for me.

Sometimes it's late, and occasionally I sleep in this Wangchen Palace, so why not prepare an extra bed? "

It sounds like it's possible.

But your Majesty, you are not alone, but you have been married for many years.

Balian's lips moved, and he finally asked a long-standing doubt in his heart: "Madam, I'm curious, do you sleep alone all year round?"

Cang Nanyi hummed with a magnanimous expression: "Is there anything wrong with it?"

Bai Lian held her forehead: "You are already married." How did she do it so confidently?

Cang Nanyi said confidently: "What's the contradiction between getting married and sleeping alone?"

Okay, Balian shut up decisively.

This fairyland marriage relationship is really weaker than that of pure water.

It sounds like the empress's experience is very similar to his marriage relationship with Senior Sister Yunrong in his previous life...

Oh no, it’s not just similar, it’s even worse!

The relationship between him and Senior Sister Yun Rong is to respect each other as guests, to be respectful and polite. Although they are not as close as ordinary couples, they are not like bedfellows. At least in terms of practicing swordsmanship and realizing the Tao together, they are still very spiritual. tacit agreement.

Looking back at the empress, not to mention strange dreams, she doesn’t even have a bedmate...

Apart from the marriage certificate, Balian couldn't see the slightest hint that she had ever been married.

However, Balian didn't want to ask more about other people's husband and wife affairs, but...

"Well, my dear, even if this is the bed of Qingxuan, it's not like I climbed up in it in the middle of the night in confusion, right?"

"Of course not." Cang Nanyi finished eating the sweet potato in his hand, then threw the potato skin in his hand into the brazier and burned it.

The sweet potato skins were thrown into the charcoal fire, burning out a burst of unpleasant smoke. The saintly empress had obviously never done such a 'humane' thing. She choked several times on the black smoke and coughed twice before she could breathe. Come.

Balian looked at her with a subtle expression.

Cang Nanyi's face was still pale, but there was an extremely faint but very suspicious blush on his face for no reason.

Perhaps she was fooled by her own little act of 'cocooning herself', but she unexpectedly avoided Balian's gaze, coughed slightly, and said, "You slept too deeply last night, I was the one who brought you here."

"Mention?" Balian was very good at picking up words. He frowned, but gradually realized that his severe brain pain was not just because he bumped against the bed frame while sleeping.

In addition to his forehead, his scalp was also sore, swollen and numb.

So last night, someone grabbed his hair and threw him onto the bed?

Balian is angry and funny when she thinks about the cause and effect, but this is something she would do seriously.

Compared with being carried all the way to bed by this woman, this simple, direct and rough method made him feel relieved.

Balian's eyes fell on the burning brazier again, and he couldn't help but ask: "Where did your Majesty get the sweet potatoes from?"

There is no trace of fireworks in this empty hall. It would be unbelievable to think that this saintly empress, who is not stained by the world of mortals, would hide sweet potatoes and other whole grains in her palace.

Cangnan Yi said: "I took some of the tributes from mortals and roasted them casually."

Balian: "..."

Such a random god.

"Then...what else do you have for me today?"

Cang Nanyi smiled faintly and said: "During the day, you are indeed useless to me. At night, come and read to me again."

Facts have proved that Balian was really overthinking everything.

He only read the book for an hour last night, and it almost drained his energy.

At first, he thought that Cang Nanyi valued his talent and insisted on accepting him as his disciple because he couldn't save his face, so he taught him magical powers in various ways.

But he never thought that although what he read last night was remembered in his mind, the words were words, and the knowledge was knowledge. He could understand these words individually, but when combined together and recited silently in his heart, he no longer had the same state of mind as last night.

Sure enough, the ordinary way of reading and reading cannot be used to learn the "World Volume", but it will only suffer in vain.

If she hadn't known that Cang Nanyi was a saint, Bailian would have suspected that she had summoned him into the temple with the intention of continuing to punish and torture him.

But after listening to her instructions, it seemed that she had important things to do during the day and would not stay in the Wangchen Palace for a long time.

Balian discussed and said: "Since the queen has no use for me, can you let me go back to the small mountain residence during the day? At night, I promise to come here on time."

"Let you go back to reunite with that demon in Shuci?"

Cang Nanyi smiled and said: "There is no need for this. I have told you to come up to the Xixuan Peak. Then you can stay in the side hall and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"My lady..."

Cang Nanyi interrupted: "That Shu Ci has caused me so much trouble, and now that she is on my territory, I always have to make her suffer."

Balian was speechless: "The pain you are talking about is that you have to wait alone in a small mountain house? Are you not afraid that she will cause you any more trouble?"