long night walk

Chapter 877 Whisk and Sword
Without saying a word, Su Jing threw the knife to him.

Bai Li'an said again: "I'll go back to the Meng Mansion with you to find out about this matter. I'm also very curious, how can the majestic young master of the ghost family raise such a fierce ghost privately."

Shang Hong was shocked all over, with an unbelievable expression on his face!

But when I think about it carefully, I feel that the majestic young master of the ghost family took the initiative to seek help today, and it is strange everywhere.

"Su Jing, you go back to the sect first and tell Uncle Su what happened here."

Although Bai Lian had thought about it in his heart, his strength was too weak after all.

Su Jing firmly tugged on his sleeve and refused to let go, stubbornly said: "No, you go back with me! I'm not here, they will bully you."

Bai Li'an shook his head and said, "Someone poured sewage on me, and blindly avoiding it will only make the sewage more filthy. Although I am weak and mediocre, I will never let anyone manipulate me!"

Su Jing said that if he can't win him, he can only compromise.

……

……

Meng's house was silent in a cold sadness.

The old butler wiped away his tears, while supporting himself to preside over the overall situation.

And Mencius Fei, the backbone of the original family, was also killed by the ghost, and all the burdens could only be placed on him.

Zheng Siyan expressionlessly tore off the spirit-binding talismans pasted on the stone pillars on the wall one by one.

Whenever he tore off a talisman, a flame would burst out from his palm, burning it to ashes.

When he walked to the deserted corner corridor, there was a dark shadow on the deserted corridor.

Zheng Siyan stopped in his tracks, narrowed his sharp eagle-like eyes, and slowly sneered at the corners of his mouth.

"The fish is hooked..."

The sound came from the tall shadow on the ground, but there was no one there, but the shadow stood obliquely, which looked extremely strange.

The silhouette of the shadow was long and graceful, and a long sword could be vaguely seen on the back, and the hem of the shadow's clothes swayed in the wind, showing a somewhat elegant and pleasing length.

If you put aside the weird atmosphere and picture at this moment, just talking about this shadow, it has a sense of immortality.

Zheng Siyan pressed his palm against the door wall.

chi chi chi...

The talismans attached to the wall suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire.

With a cruel grin on his face, he said in a low voice: "I want to ruin that kid's reputation! Even if the great suzerain of Tianxi Sword Sect comes, he can't save him."

"Ah……"

With a laugh, he said like a mockery: "The great suzerain? I hope that the great suzerain can come sooner."

Zheng Siyan stared at the shadow on the ground: "What do you mean by that?"

The shadow said: "Based on what I know about Bai Lian, the game you have set up now has too many loopholes.

With his mind, he can tell at a glance that the ghost is coming towards him. Even though the net is densely covered, he has superb wisdom, and he can survive even a dead game. "

Zheng Siyan didn't take it seriously. In his impression, Bai Li'an was a waste who was extremely difficult to practice, and what kind of achievements could he achieve.

He said disdainfully: "Killing ghosts, killing people, and performing sorcery, just because he has the title of young master of White Camel Mountain can't save him."

"Then you are wrong." The black shadow seemed to be chuckling, his body moved slightly, and said: "It is precisely the name of the young master of White Camel Mountain, which will become the sharpest blade to kill him!"

Sombra spoke with innate confidence.

His tone was slightly low and he said affirmatively: "If Baili Yu doesn't come, Baili'an will be able to find a way out of this trap, but if he comes..."

Shadow laughed lightly, looking a little pleased.

It seemed that he had predicted that Baili Yu would definitely come, and his tone suddenly became extremely strange: "Then Baili'an must die!"

Zheng Siyan showed a happy smile: "From this point of view, Mencius' death is not in vain."

The black shadow swayed, as if being pulled indistinctly by the wind, and the voice flickered: "He can't die..."

……

When Bai Lian followed Shang Hong back to Meng's house, he saw that the old housekeeper had prepared a new coffin and was moving it to the main entrance of the house.

But as soon as he entered the door, he heard a dull and loud bang.

The servant carrying the coffin was stunned by the scene in front of him, the heavy coffin in his hand fell heavily to the ground, and immediately reacted, his face was pale and he yelled in horror: "The corpse is fraudulent!!!"

The servants fled away one after another.

As for the old housekeeper, after witnessing unimaginable scenes one after another for many days, and being shocked by such a shocking blow before his eyes, his heart couldn't take it anymore, his eyelids fluttered, and he fainted from fright.

In the lobby, Meng Zixuan's face was covered with blood, and he looked at Bai Li'an and Shang Hong with blank eyes.

The blood hole on his chest has recovered its original skin, and the blood stains on his clothes have already turned black and slightly dried.

Although he looked miserable at the moment, he was indeed sitting there alive.

Seeing his cousin resurrected, the joy on Shang Hong's face was frozen deep in his pupils before it even had time to spread.

The blood on his face faded away in an instant, as if seeing an extremely desperate scene, even the mad knife in his hand was powerless to slip.

Bai Lian also couldn't bear to look at it, and felt admiration for the woman, but those clear and obsidian-like pupils were slightly complicated and deep.

Mencius was hugged tightly by the woman behind him like a lost treasure.

The woman buried her face in his neck, unable to see her expression clearly.

But in the world in Bai Lian's eyes, he could see the woman's body. At this moment, it was like a huge stopper, and the pure spiritual power in her body was flowing madly at an astonishing speed.

Originally full of black hair and blue silk, but now it has been mixed with wisps of defeated gray, the skin exposed outside the clothes is no longer white and spiritual, as if the vitality has been forcibly robbed.

What was even more glaring was that there was an extremely deep sword wound on Shang Ying's heart.

Through that sword wound, it was not difficult for Bai Li'an to imagine how determined she was at that time, she drew the sword like a body, pulled out the spiritual root in her body and passed it to Meng Zifei in his arms.

The bright red Taoist robe was smudged with a brighter and more dazzling color, and the dripping blood beads stained the marble floor crimson.

Mencius was stunned. He scratched his head and hair vigorously, and it took a lot of effort to realize what happened.

Although spiritual power has never flowed in his body, it is impossible for him not to think of the extra things and changes in his body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

He grabbed his hair, broke down and cried like crazy, and hugged Shang Ying like a child, crying loudly.

When Shang Ying heard his cry, her body trembled slightly, and the face buried between his neck slowly lifted.

That face...was no longer as youthful and beautiful as before, it had already become the appearance of a woman in her 30s.

The corners of the eyes are fish-tailed, and the vicissitudes and haggardness on the face are not as good as those of a woman in her 30s. Only those eyes are as deep and gentle as ever.

Mencius is not dead.

But Shang Ying paid a huge price. She has spiritual roots, has strength and lifespan far beyond ordinary people, and is a proud student of the immortal sect in the Clutch Sect. She has an infinite future to ascend the immortal way.

But she doesn't want any of these.

She gave her spiritual roots to a mortal.

Abandoning the woman's most beautiful years and appearance, pulling out her spiritual roots, her body was injured, and her life span was even far less than that of ordinary mortals.

Bai Lian looked at Meng Zifei who was crying in pain with complicated eyes. He hugged Shang Ying tightly, fearing that she would disappear if he let go, and said in a hoarse and choked voice, "Shang Ying, let's get married." ?”

Shang Ying stared at the man in her arms for a moment, and her eyes fell into a moment of emptiness and bewilderment.

Immediately, these emotions quickly subsided.

She chuckled softly, her eyes were very gentle: "I still can't, I don't want to marry you."

I have always thought about it before, even if I know that he is a mortal with no cultivation, and his lifespan is only a hundred years.

In her youthful and beautiful years, his body would be bent like a mortal, his hair would be gray, and finally he would die of old age in front of her eyes.

Even so, she still wanted to marry him.

But now that her position is reversed, she doesn't want to marry anymore.

Women are so capricious sometimes.

Under Mencius Fei's dumbfounded gaze, she gently pushed him away. Even though the scars on her heart were deep and scarlet, she still smiled gently, and her eyebrows and eyes had a bit of the shadow of her youth:

"Zifei, live well, now you can practice, are you happy?"

Mencius didn't know if he was happy or not.

But at this moment, the smile on Shang Ying's face showed that she was really happy.

The person she loved, the cold body regained its temperature, so within reach, how could she not be happy.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that nothing was important.

Nothing like cultivating Taoism for thousands of years to seek longevity can compare to him standing in front of her completely at this moment.

Shang Ying reshaped him, and gently pushed him away with her own hands. She clutched her bleeding heart and staggered to her feet.

Mencius was pale and wanted to help, but she avoided him.

Her face was no longer radiant, but she was serene, she said softly: "I'm a little tired, I'll go back to my room to rest for a while."

In Meng Zhai, Mencius always kept a side room for her, which was cleaned very clean every day, even though she seldom came back once a year.

She knows this.

Seeing her staggering and weak back, Mencius felt that there was an extremely important part of his life that was leaving him.

He lowered his head in a daze, looking at a whisk and a sword lying quietly on the ground.

She didn't take it away, she was already an ordinary and weak mortal, and could no longer use these two weapons.

Seeing these two things, Mencius's breath was severely stopped, as if his heart had been stabbed by a needle.

Shang Hong never said a word, nor forced Bai Lian to stay, nor did he go mad like a lion.

He silently picked up the frenzied knife that fell on the ground, and said to Mencius, who was as lost as he was, "I'll go back to Lihezong first, you... take it seriously."

After finishing speaking, she didn't take another look at Bai Lian, and left the Meng residence.

The evil spirit harming people is no longer just harming mortals. Now that his sister has lost her spiritual roots because of the evil spirit, it is natural to invite the master of the sect to come forward.

Even though he knew that there was no possibility of reparation, Shang Hong was still unwilling to accept this cruel fact.

(End of this chapter)