long night walk

Chapter 540 Bright Candle Kunlun
The drizzle is falling, and the westerly wind blows the road.

As the night darkened, the guests in the small restaurant dispersed sparsely, and the small hall was no longer lively and seemed a little deserted.

When music has its end, people are separated.

Not to mention just meeting by chance.

Bai Lian's feeding dinner was also over. When the woman got up to leave, she glanced at the black ancient sword behind Bai Lian, and said something seemingly unintentionally.

"Young man, your sword looks good."

The little white tiger nestled in Baili'an's arms, gnawing on the bones, raised his eyes thoughtfully.

The two guards beside the woman also looked sideways curiously, looking at the ancient sword behind Bai Lian with a slightly strange expression, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Before Bai Lian could respond and say something, the woman had already crossed the yellow wooden doorstep and boarded the carriage that had been waiting quietly for a long time.

The night wind was blowing, the carriage was slowly driving on the streets of the border town, and the sound of Qingyue's hooves gradually disappeared into the quiet night.

The drizzle was light, and the curtains of the carriage were blowing lightly. Through the light veil, one could vaguely see the figures in the carriage swaying slightly, lighting the lamps to drive away the cold night.

In the ancient city and distant mountains, nothing has changed.

It's just that the sky is high and the earth is far away, as if everything has become extremely far away under this carriage driving at night, the years, dust, fireworks, and the world are all drifting away under the cold curtain of the sparse window.

The light curtain covered by the pale moon suddenly moved, and a little tiger with white hair and a few light-colored ink marks arched the curtain and jumped onto the woman's lap.

The oil stains between her paws were not clean, leaving a few oily paw prints on the clean Tsing Yi.

The woman flicked her bare hands to wipe off her little paws and the greasy clothes, and flicked the little tiger's head with her fingers.

There was no joy or anger in her faint voice: "Have you played enough?"

The little tiger's tail was hanging by the woman's legs, neither wagging nor shaking, her voice was soft, shaking like a baby: "Mother~"

Cang Nanyi glanced at her pointed tail, which was not in the shape of a heart, and it was no longer curled up. She tied the little tiger's tail in a knot, raised her eyebrows and said, "I see you all by myself. Wan, why are you so close to that boy now?"

The little tiger turned her head and glanced at her own tail, her eyes were filled with resentment, and she immediately turned back into a human body, half leaning against the window, with the breeze blowing her immature eyebrows, she said: "Mother, do you want to bring him back to Kunlun? "

Cang Nanyi pondered, "It's not impossible."

The little tiger was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone was somewhat reminding: "Mother, he is a corpse demon, why do you want to bring him back to the Kunlun Jingxu?"

The girl leaned against the window, her clothes were extraordinarily thin, she looked clean and lonely.

Cang Nanyi glanced at her and said, "I thought Junjun would like him very much, but I never thought that you don't want him to be your brother?"

The little tiger looked back and smiled, the loneliness he saw just now was like an illusion: "It is enough for mother to have a daughter, I am afraid it will not be good to raise a son."

Cang Nanyi pretended to be weird, smiled lightly, and raised his hand to scratch the little tiger's nose: "I read Qingxuan's book, and I thought only mortal children would eat it. Parents will find her a new one." Brothers and sisters, I am afraid of being spoiled, so it turns out that my family is also unavoidable?"

The little tiger narrowed his eyes and rubbed his nose against her fingertips like a lazy cat: "Mother is my mother alone, if I spoil and love him in the future, Junjun will be sad Gotta want to kill."

Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When did you become so domineering?"

Being a god in Kunlun, she was used to being single in Tsing Yi, and she had never thought deeply about how to be a good wife and mother.

Perhaps it was because of her freewheeling temperament that the little tiger that was raised in her hands also followed her after a long time, and his affections were far away, and he lost all the vigor and willfulness of his youth.

Compared with those children of the same age in the mountains, she seems a little lonely and difficult.

She doesn't have much time to spend with her, and occasionally she has sex with her apprentice, but she just wants to find someone to grow up with her.

I haven't seen the little guy rely on her so much on weekdays, but now this sudden possessiveness is really inexplicable.

Cang Nanyi thought about it for a while, and felt that he didn't care enough about his daughter in normal times, but he failed to realize that her heart was so sensitive.

That's right, every little tiger has a very strong sense of its own territory, and this one in her family... has fangs after all.

The little tiger suddenly suppressed the smile on the corners of her lips. She looked into Cang Nanyi's eyes and said, "Mother wants to bring him back to Kunlun, but mother thinks that he is really suitable for Kunlun?"

Cang Nanyi's eyes sank, he looked at her and didn't speak.

The drizzle drifted into the carriage like a mist, and the girl's slender eyelashes were covered with a layer of fine water droplets, making her eyebrows more distinct.

"At least, he is not suitable to be the son of Kunlun."

The curtain was fluttering in the night rain, Cang Nanyi cast his gaze outside the car, watching the wind and rain in the city, his voice was as light and distant as the rain curtain: "You are right, before I saw this boy, I really wanted to He brought it back to Kunlun, but after a meal just now, I changed my mind."

The little tiger's eyes moved slightly, and fell silent.

Cang Nanyi sighed softly, feeling a little regretful: "He is different from those children in the past. This young man's eyes are too clean, and they are not eyes that a corpse demon can have at all. Since he can choose the Tiance Junshan, it means He's very different from the world."

The little tiger slowly lowered his head, playing with the tassels around his waist with his fingers.

She said, "The Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the Kunlun is brightly lit. The world only thinks that the mountains and seas outside the place are good, but the original sin covered under the white snow is enough to swallow such a clean person beyond recognition."

The bright ones are easy to be dirty, and the dirty ones are easy to break.

The cleaner something is, the harder it is to withstand ink stains.

"He should be someone with strong winds and long nights, enjoying solitude and freedom. At least now...is not a good time for him to go to Kunlun."

A crystal clear crystal chess piece in the Cangnan clothes pick-up box, played with his fingertips: "Junjun's every word is reasonable, but Junjun doesn't know, this young man... he inherited blood Yuhe."

Her topic shifted a little too abruptly, and the little tiger was obviously unable to react to this unexpected sentence. His smiling eyes were slightly blank, and he said in a daze, "What..."

Cang Nanyi casually threw the chess piece into the chess box, and his tone was a little more helpless: "Jun Jun may not know that there were only Wuhe in this world, and the Xueyu Pond at that time was still my Kunlun The pure soul pool on the mountain."

The little tiger didn't seem to be able to listen to what she said later. She looked stunned, as if she couldn't calm down for a long time about Bai Lian inheriting the Xueyu River. Tangled hard to calm down.

It was rare to enjoy the moment of tranquility at night, Cang Nanyi lazily raised his head, a mysterious smile appeared in his eyes.

"Although it is really anxious to bring him back to Kunlun directly, but now there is an opportunity for him to go to the Demon Realm to sharpen his life. The future will be long, and the fate between Kunlun and him is still unknown."

The faint candle flickered and suddenly went out.

But at this time there is no need to light the lamp.

The three thousand lamps above the Shinto are all lit up, shining in the south of the sky.

The little tiger looked at the [-] bright lights that were burning together, and there were some incomprehensible emotions in his faint eyes.

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After feeding Mochizuki and Yinling Guihu, Bai Lian set off to leave Xianling City.

Although he has become the new city of Xianling City, there are no special rules in Xianling City to restrict the city owner from leaving Xianling City.

Furthermore, after the election of the city lord in the past dynasties, the new city lord has the habit of returning to his homeland.

In this regard, even the female officer Qingxuan will not have any opinions.

Bai Li'an's newly selected Tiance Junshan Sword is not possessed with spirits, and it is difficult to control the sword with Qi, so Bai Li'an still uses Qiushui Sword as a substitute for the time being.

In the early spring, the rain is long, and the spring rain moistens things, and the vegetation in Xinshan is lush.

When he came, Bai Lian took a white jade and gold car. He was so motion sick that he almost vomited all the way, and he didn't take a close look at the scenery of the world.

Now on the way back, the night ink is in the painting, the mountains, seas and rivers are all under the feet, the endless night wind and the light rain wash the face, and the sky and the earth are vast, Bai Lian suddenly feels that his heart has suddenly become broad and free.

As if thinking of something, he couldn't help touching the fairy tear between his collarbone.

He didn't remember when he embedded the fairy tears into his bones.

It's just that after getting the fairy tears, he seemed to feel a subtle change in his body.

During the three days of drunk sleep after drinking Sanqingjiu, he seemed to have had an extremely distant dream.

Dreams are like sand on fingertips, flashes of revolving lanterns in front of my eyes, Lin Lang flashes, and then disappears in ashes and smoke.

The fairy tears did not bring him the miraculous effect he had imagined, but he also had a faint feeling that this fairy tear was definitely useful to him.

If you want to retrieve your memory through these tears, you have to watch it in your dream.

It is easier said than done for a corpse demon to fall into a dream.

Bai Lian dismissed this idea for the time being, he looked up at the rainy night sky, thinking for a while, when his eyes touched, the raindrops all over the sky seemed to have become part of his thoughts at this moment, he slightly raised his eyes, from Tianhe The flying rain that fell from the sky turned into reverse rain, and one after another rose against the sky.

Even the clothes that had been wet by the rain fell off the clothes and turned into rain, and went straight to the zenith with the crowd of adverse rain.

Bai Lian knew that he could indeed control the power of water, but at the same time he also knew that rain is the trend of the four seasons, it belongs to the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and has no root in mystery.

Cultivators who have practiced to the peak of the extreme Tao in the human world, or even immortals who have transcended calamity and become immortals, do not have the ability and right to control the rain in the world at will.

Except for the real dragon in mythology who can spread clouds and rain, and the king of the water god who is in charge of the world, no one can make this side of the sky obey orders.

Bailian understood that there was an unknown 'treasure' in his body, and most of this 'treasure' was obtained because of some kind of 'opportunity' during the three days when his memory was blank.

He didn't continue to control the rain willfully. The four seasons of the world follow the laws and order of the heaven and the earth. Bai Lian made the rainy night reappear.

The rain curtain fell rustlingly, unable to wet his clothes anymore.

As Yujian was heading north, Bai Lian suddenly stopped.

Because a hundred meters ahead, there was a slender and ethereal figure blocking his way.

Bai Lian knew this woman.

The Seventh Elder of Wan Dao Xianmeng.

The fourth river in the devil world, Ning Feiyan.

The sound of the rain continued, and the sky clouds slowly floated in the sky.

The night was very dark, and Bai Lian's expression was also very deep.

Because the woman standing in front of her under the sky did not step on any spiritual sword or magic weapon.

Relying on their own strength to fly to the sky and escape from the earth without the help of a magic weapon, this also means that the cultivation base between the two of them is separated by mountains and seas.

Ning Feiyan smiled slightly at him. The early spring was cold, her fair face was unparalleled in the rain, and her eyes were full of tranquility. She didn't say a word, obviously she didn't mean to greet him politely, and raised her right arm in a smile and silence. The slender index finger points out from the air.

A purple butterfly lingered around her fingertips wet with rain and mist, and a faint energy of breath spewed out from her fingertips.

The rain falling between the sky and the earth was suddenly slow, and the thin raindrops that had been blown obliquely by the cold wind in the high place seemed to be hindered by something in the air, and were squeezed and condensed into raindrops.

Those raindrops were only the size of soybeans, and instead of continuing to fall towards the mountains below, they fell directly towards Bai Li'an.

Each raindrop seems to be light, but it is extremely heavy.

Bailian under the torrential rain was as insignificant as a fallen leaf in the sea. With a loud noise, there was a burst of heavy rain waves like raging waves, and the hurricane and water spray spread out from the center of Bailian to both sides.

Ning Feiyan slightly raised her brows in surprise, pointed her index finger down towards the ground and pressed lightly on the key point, and the orb in her ear shone like a blazing light.

The aura that hit Bai Lian's body suddenly became terrifying. In the violently flowing air and distorted light around him, he was hit hard into the forest below.

Ning Feiyan lowered her arms, and her figure disappeared into the distance like smoke.

The towering trees in the dense forest were knocked down by Bai Li'an, and three of them collapsed.

The misty rain and dust filled the air, the wood was broken into chips, and the rain cracked into fog.

Bai Li'an knelt on one knee holding the sword, his clothes were soaked in color, and the water was thick.

His body leaned forward slightly uncontrollably.

Immediately after that, a thin bloodstain gushed out from between the slightly pursed pale thin lips, dripping drop by drop along the red skirt along his chin.

In the dust and mist, Ning Feiyan walked slowly, her expression was very surprised.

Because she was serious about that blow just now, she thought she could knock him down, but she didn't expect him to fail to pass out.

It's really troublesome now, and I have to continue fighting.

The next moment, something even more unexpected happened to Ning Feiyan.

Bai Lian wiped away the blood on his lips with the back of his hand. He stood up slowly, looked at her with extremely calm eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly on his lips.

Ning Feiyan frowned subconsciously, lowered her eyes, and suddenly felt a stinging pain from the corner of her eyes.

A sharp blood hole slowly opened on her cheek, and the dark red liquid flowed out thinly, making her skin even fairer.

Ning Feiyan was really excited now.

She thought it was a unilateral hunt, but she never expected that Bai Lian would have the strength to fight back and hurt her in the panic attack just now.

He just deprived her of [-]% of the divine source hidden in her body, and she should be able to control the changes in the rain in the world.

And it's only been a long time, and he was able to comprehend the power of [-]% of the source of God to this level.

It's truly breathtaking.

Ning Feiyan looked at Bai Lian, smiled and said, "You are very powerful, but if you don't obey, I can kill you tonight."

Bai Lian thought about it for a while. He lifted the newly acquired sword in his hand, smiled, and said, "The girl is also very powerful, but if you insist on messing around, I can make you bleed tonight."

It was just a simple retort, and Bai Lian didn't think that he could hurt this demon-like Lord Sihe with just words.

But as soon as he spoke, the smile in Ning Feiyan's eyes disappeared instantly.

As if the reverse scale had been moved by someone, the surroundings were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange and depressing.

"Do you want to die?" Ning Feiyan's eyes rolled down, hiding his murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)