long night walk

Chapter 620
Bai Lian said honestly: "Miss Yin, you are a person who will take revenge."

Yin Baishuang sneered, with a bit of cold malice in his smile: "If he just died like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for him? I am alone, wandering the world for 200 years, and I know very well that in this bleak three thousand In the floating world, there is no peace of mind, and I tasted this bitterness, how could he, Mencius Fei, die peacefully."

Through the faint skylight falling down from the sky, Bai Lian clearly saw the unforgettable despair in her eyes, and those eyes that were endlessly clouded seemed to be unable to distinguish between today and night.

"If he was an absolute villain, it would be clean and easy to kill him with a knife, but unfortunately he is not. Mencius is not the same person as before. He wants to be a gentleman, but he is too selfish, he wants to be a villain, and his obsession is too deep. In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person with evil roots and kind hearts.”

"When a person dies, he forgets everything. He completely forgets about Shang Ying. He will let go of his guilt, remorse, admiration, and longing for Shang Ying with death. It’s such a relief.”

Yin Baishuang's remarks seemed very unreasonable, but they also contained a strong and sincere heart of revenge and hatred.

But from Bai Li'an's ears, the target of her revenge and torment did not seem to be Mencius, but more like talking about herself.

Bai Lian pondered: "Perhaps as the girl said, Mencius is by no means a wicked person with no morals, but in my opinion, this person is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface."

Yin Baishuang saw through his mind and said, "So when the stone demon was in trouble, you deliberately didn't rescue it?"

Bai Li'an said: "I don't understand the intention of Mencius Fei appearing in Baiqiu Mountain."

Yin Baishuang snorted coldly and said, "Didn't he say that he was abandoned and humiliated by the demons, so he was thrown here?"

"Miss Yin doesn't even believe what he said, so why do you think I will?"

Bai Lian couldn't help laughing and said: "Mencius is by no means Jiang Shaoyu's ilk. His scheming in the city is not under Burial Heart. Before he decides to cooperate with Burial Heart, it is impossible not to prepare for himself and let others take advantage of it. Throw it away, so it is not easy to say that Mencius’s purpose in falling into the slave camp this time is not simple.”

Bai Lian analyzed all the affairs and the criss-crossing miscellaneous lines in an orderly and clear manner.

Yin Baishuang stared at him for a long time, and he didn't know who he wanted to find someone's shadow in his eyes. After a long time, he said, "Yes, no matter how careless a person is, he will not involve his disciple who has no spiritual power. deep."

Bai Lian said with a slight smile: "Not necessarily, maybe Meng Zifei didn't even think about it, in the critical moment of life and death, Miss Xiaolan didn't choose to abandon her, even if she had no cultivation, even if she knew it would be a dead end. "

Yin Baishuang frowned and pondered for a moment: "You mean, Mencius Fei, who was supposed to think so hard, made a mistake on that little girl."

Bai Li'an said: "Miss Yin, you know, who are the people in the deepest city, who are they most afraid of?"

Yin Baishuang was awakened by his words: "A person with a sincere heart."

People who plan in the city will never be afraid of their own kind, because they will treat them as a game of matching opponents.

On the contrary, some people with the heart of a child can always catch their hearts and make a move that is caught off guard.

Bai Lian said: "Although Miss Xiaolan was born in the countryside, as a sacrificial girl who believes in gods in the mountains, she has her own beliefs and beliefs.

Mencius accepts disciples at will, but she worships teachers sincerely. When we first met in Xianling City, I saw it, although Mencius could not change the reality that she has no spiritual roots.

But along the way, he taught her all kinds of taoism with all his heart, and also protected her very well when supporting the way and subduing demons.

Perhaps in the eyes of Mencius, these are his most basic etiquette and responsibilities, but for Miss Xiaolan, she has truly recognized the old saying "a teacher for one day and a father for life". "

Therefore, it wasn't that Mencius had no plans for Chen Xiaolan, it was just that in his perception, the friendship between a master and a student who had known each other for less than a year was far from being enough for people to commit themselves to life and death.

He thought, how could a human girl have the courage to continue stalking such a cruel and cold-blooded monster like Bu Xin.

Bunny Heart and Mencius Fei both got together because of profit, and Chen Xiaolan's actions this time may have been a mistake, handing Meng Zifei's weakness into the hands of Bunny Heart by mistake.

It is estimated that this is one of the important reasons why it was difficult for Mencius to enter the slave camp and it was difficult to perform.

Although Mencius Fei seemed humble, he was definitely not a weak person. If Chen Xiaolan hadn't been trapped in a cage, how could he have been willing to let the slave locks humiliate him for such a long time.

Today, Chen Xiaolan has been rescued by him, presumably Meng Zifei, who has been at peace for a long time, should have his own tricks.

Bai Lian was very curious, what is the purpose of Meng Zifei?
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In Tiangan Mountain, the mountain roads are rugged, slippery and foggy, as expected by Ning Feiyan, the number of magic generals searching in the mountains has been greatly reduced.

It didn't take much time for her and Su Jing to find Wen Hanwei and the others.

The three of them suffered more or less serious injuries, among which Wen Hanwei's injury was the most troublesome.

It's not that the injury was serious. When Ning Feiyan checked her injury, she didn't find much trauma. On the contrary, her spiritual consciousness was seriously damaged, so that she fell into a coma frequently in the past few days.

Fortunately, Ning Feiyan is good at the way of voodoo, and she raises a wide variety of magic butterflies, including strange butterflies that are used to repair spiritual consciousness.

While dealing with Wen Hanwei's injuries, Ning Feiyan felt a little strange.

She remembered that in Tiangan Mountain, there were very few monsters that could hurt people's consciousness.

So, what happened to this Taixuan Nine Classics?

Among the three, why was she the only one whose consciousness was injured and lost?

Although Ning Feiyan was full of questions, she didn't ask any more questions in the cave. After she checked Wen Hanwei's pulse, she saw that Wen Hanwei's breath gradually stabilized, and she might wake up soon.

With a sudden movement in her heart, she turned her head and said to Ye Lian: "Although the cave is empty, the monsters in the mountain can still catch the bloody smell on your body, so I have to trouble Miss Ye to go with me to the mountain to find the bamboo branch grass that conceals the breath." , and burn it in the hole, so that the noses of those demons can't tell."

Ye Lian didn't object to this proposal, and was about to stand up and leave with her, but Jia Chen who was beside her stretched out his hand and grabbed her: "You have injuries, shall I go for you?"

The wind blows the barren mountains, and the emptiness shines cold.

The wild grass grows wildly in the unowned empty mountain, under the endless towering ancient trees, there are countless twisted and deformed root vines, and the mountain road that is almost covered by wild plants is covered with moss and dark moss. Beautiful venomous snakes and insects.

Jiachen's snow-white cassock seemed a little out of place with the world of Yexie, which was filled with cold mist and obscurity.

His whole body seemed to exude an extremely peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, making the insects and poisonous snakes around him not dare to approach him at will.

He followed behind Ning Feiyan, carefully distinguishing the bamboo grass among the wild grass.

Ning Fei glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye, and said, "Little master's clothes are really clean."

Jia Chen found two bamboo-grass plants under a cluster of thick vine roots, sniffed them lightly, wrapped them up in his heart, and hid them in his sleeves.

The monk raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Ah Lian doesn't like blood. The blood on her body was quite deep a few days ago. If I don't wash it off, I'm afraid that Ah Lian will be unhappy."

Ning Feiyan didn't seem to come here to cover up the bamboo and grass, after walking for two sections, she found a comfortable position, leaned lazily under a tree, and looked at Jiachen casually.

This monk has a good nose and eyes, and his appearance is really not bad. Standing at night in a pretty way, he looks like the exiled immortals inscribed by scholars in mortal stories.

A long figure stretched across the wilderness, peerless and elegant.

This is probably a high-quality bone that was raised since childhood, so it's no wonder that Ye Lian took so much pains to take care of it like a baby.

If it had been the past, Ning Feiyan would inevitably be entangled with words when meeting someone with such status and appearance.

Now I don't know if this monk's temperament is too abstinent, or because his appearance is too masculine and feminine, and Ning Feiyan can't catch Ning Feiyan's eyes on his flawless face.

Looking at it like this, Ning Feiyan couldn't help but see that stupid cat's face in his heart. After comparing the two, he suddenly felt that that guy was better-looking.

Having been scrutinized so presumptuously and rudely for a long time, Jia Chen has a very good self-cultivation, without showing any rudeness on his face: "Miss, did you lure the little monk out on purpose tonight?"

Ning Feiyan didn't deny it: "I'm very curious, what kind of monk is able to make the dignified Taixuan Jiujing, even go against the order of the sect and trespass in the devil world to save you."

Jiachen lowered his eyebrows, and his expression seemed inexplicably cold: "What the girl is curious about, the monk is also very curious about. I... what kind of monk am I?"

Hearing this, Ning Feiyan was startled for a moment, and then she smiled again: "Actually, I don't care whether you pedestrians are injured or dead, but before I came to Tiangan Mountain, I promised someone to come here to take your life .”

There was no jealousy or anger on Jiachen's face, he analyzed calmly: "Young lady is respected as the fourth in Mohe, if you want to kill me, no one in this mountain will be able to stop you."

Ning Feiyan looked at him deeply, smiled suddenly, and said, "It's quite interesting to be a monk."

Although Ning Feiyan was smiling, Jiachen really felt her killing intent, he sighed melancholy, and said, "Can I ask, what is his reason for killing?"

Jiachen didn't know who asked her to kill him, obviously he already knew who that person was.

Ning Fei turned her back on the ancient tree in smoke, and purple butterfly wings could be seen vaguely on the top of the tree. She came slowly, with a teasing smile on her face, and said, "I'll kill you. Peel off your skin bit by bit and put it on him, tell me, what is his purpose of killing people?"

Jiachen was silent for a while, and seemed to be absent-minded for a moment. After gently turning the prayer beads twice with his fingers, he took out the toilet paper and charcoal pencils from his sleeve.

Seeing him pick up a pen, Ning Feiyan couldn't help asking curiously: "What are you doing?"

Jiachen said: "Write down some of the little monk's daily life habits, so that he can dress up a bit better. Don't let Ah Lian see it easily, otherwise she will feel sad."

Didn't even put up a resistance?

Ning Feiyan smiled even more: "It's getting late, so why bother, he and you were born on Nanze Mountain since childhood, and the two of them have been together day and night, I don't think Ye Lian knows you as well as he does Habit."

Jiachen was stunned for a long time, put down the pen and paper without words, and said with a light smile, "If you don't mention this time, the young monk will almost forget that there is still such a period of time."

The cold blade demon knife pierced through the darkness, and lightly tapped on Jiachen's heart, Ning Feiyan asked, "Are you sure you don't want to struggle hard?"

Jia Chen breathed out slowly, and said: "It was because of my carelessness that I made her fall to this point. Although I am very unwilling, I have to admit that I can't protect her right now, so it's okay to let him rest. "

Ning Feiyan was quite surprised by his calm attitude, which formed a diametrically opposite contrast with Su Xi.

Su Xi became a great hate because of love, but this monk was able to become perfect because of love.

I'm afraid it was precisely because of this that Su Xi could hardly become Ye Lian's fellow-returner.

"Aren't you worried that Ye Lian will be in great pain when she finds out the truth in the future?"

Jiachen said with a smile, "A fish will die if it loses water, but if it loses fish, it will still be water."

Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows lightly: "That's really nothing to say."

The demon knife in his hand seemed to be passed out casually, bringing out a thin red blood light, penetrating from the chest to the back, and the warm blood splashed down between the dead leaves.

Ning Feiyan shot quickly and didn't deliberately torture, but Jiachen still felt a bit of pain, and couldn't help frowning, the eyes that were as clear as jade, the expression lost a little bit, and then soon Covered with a layer of unknown death.

A pair of eyes became extremely black in the night, and the sunken eyes seemed to be able to swallow all life.

His knees rested on the thick and soft fallen leaves in the forest, making a crisp crunching sound. Following Ning Feiyan's indifferent movement of drawing the knife, he leaned forward, fell down, and never got up again.

Ning Feiyan slowly put away the demon knife, and took out a thinner and smaller blade like a cicada's wing from the Qiankun bag, and said in a very distressed way: "I am good at killing people, but the skill of skinning and changing skills, It’s far inferior to Si Kong.”

The moonlight shines brightly, the color of blood is scarlet, and the world is full of sadness.

Ning Feiyan twirled the blood-stained silver thin blade in her hand. In the pile of fallen leaves under her feet, there was no longer Jiachen's body, only a smear of blood that was about to melt was left clinging to the leaves. There was nowhere to be desolate.

Her eyes moved suddenly, she bent down and picked up the two blood-stained bamboo plants next to the pile of fallen leaves, sighed, and said: "It seems that the little monk is more obedient than Su Xi, so he died like this, what a pity."

But it's a pity that such a sincere and kind Buddha son can't be used by her.

Gathering the bamboo and grass, and was about to go back to the cave, Ning Feiyan just got up and stood up straight, deep in the mountain forest, in the clear moonlight slanting, at some time, a slender figure appeared.

Ning Feiyan's gaze was lightly narrowed, and a dangerous gleam flashed across it imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)