Chapter 116

In the depths of the scale cave, Immortal Baimao sat in the ice cave. This place used to hide the body of Shen Zhuolan for a while, but it was smashed down by the two kings of the southern border. No one has repaired it yet., quite desolate, and Pingyang stayed beside her, propping his head up to listen to Baimao telling her parents' love story.

Pingyang left Taiqing Mountain with Baimao, but Baimao did not take her to listen to Fengdao, but contacted You Zuoren early with the hand letter Nan Henyu left her, asking her to smuggle Pingyang to the south.

Nan Henyu's eldest disciple was still injured from his junior sister's torture, so he smiled at her embarrassedly and calmly: "It's not a good place to go there now."

But she just said that, with Nan Henyu's entrustment, Baimao gave him the elixir, and You Zuoren escorted him to Pingyang.

Baimao nodded: "Be careful with your junior sister."

You Zuoren waved his hand casually: "She knows, she doesn't care about me."

Baimao paused slightly: "I mean Lu Wansi."

"Oh, you said she...isn't she pretty?" You Zuoren turned around and smiled, showing no flaws.

He has been alone in the southern border for so many years, and he knows what to say and what not to say, but for some reason, he fell silent for a while, and added an insignificant sentence like a joke: "Leave Pingyang to me, don't worry, my masterHis apprentice is naturally my junior sister."

Baimao understood.You Zuoren said that Nan Henyu actually only recognized him and Qiu Yin as two apprentices. He followed Nan Henyu's lead, and naturally he did not regard Lu Wansi as a "junior sister". To him, he only had one junior sister, Qiu Yin.Yin, whether she is a fairy or a demon, a banner bearer of the righteous way or a vicious demon leader.

You Zuoren is the same as Qiu Yin, it doesn’t matter where they are, they don’t have the so-called absolute identification with the “righteous way”, they don’t have the eyes of immortals above the top, and they don’t care about playing tricks to achieve their goals, just because there is a man named Nan in Taiqing Mountain.Hate Yu, accept his kindness, and have her love, so there is Xuanyue Peak's senior brother and second senior sister.

Baimao couldn't help but recall that one day Pang Guang talked to her about Nan Henyu, and sighed that his junior sister was like a kite with a broken string, and someday quietly floated away from the top of the snow peak. She agreed at the time, but now she doesn'tThinking of it this way, Nan Henyu is clearly tied to someone else's rope.

"You asked me to come to the southern border first, did you expect something?" Ping Yang asked slowly.

"Compared to Mount Taiqing, the southern border is safer." Baimao patted her hand kindly, "You know, child, I used to think that Qiu Yin would go crazy on the wrong road sooner or later, but I found out later that the crazy person might not be her, but only she is awake...

Your mother was the same back then, she gradually changed from a gentle girl to a silent living ghost. When I saw her, it was still the familiar face, but I didn't recognize her for a while."

"I asked her what happened, she didn't say anything, she just looked at me, but her eyes were silent as if no one could see, which only made me terrified, I just thought she couldn't think about it, it would be better to say 'overreaching', adviseShe gave up, and the immortals always have to understand giving up and gaining, and the impermanence of fate is the way of heaven and earth. Back then, I saw the sudden loss in the flames of war and things are right and wrong.Yu Tianyun."

Pingyang listened, recalling the warmth of her beautiful mother hugging her, as if able to block all wind and rain, subconsciously said: "Mother didn't listen to you."

Baimao was a little surprised, but he quickly smiled and felt a little warm joy: "Yes, don't look at her gentle and gentle, she is actually very stubborn, it's better to say that anyone who can get to her and Qiuyin's step has to be a little bitInappropriate stubbornness. Zhuo Lan still didn't say anything, just said goodbye to me quietly, and then left...

Just like when she said goodbye and left Ah Chen without any regrets, I still remember her thin figure that day, as if she was about to fall into the wind at any time, but until she completely disappeared, her back was straight, only thisOnly then did I remember that she was a 'cold-blooded' demon."

She was silent for a while, and smiled wryly: "I know now, what kind of epiphany did I have, I just escaped, telling myself 'Why do you think so clearly about some things? Isn't life like this', that child Qiuyin is right, immortalVery arrogant, I haven't understood this immortal path after all."

Pingyang is just a foundation builder, and he doesn't know the long journey to immortality: "But you are already the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and the master of Dazong Peak."

The old woman laughed a few times, her twilight dissipated, and she blinked playfully: "Girl, I am still the empress dowager who gave birth to the founding young emperor in the world, what's the difference?"

As she said this, her already gray hair became even older and thinner, wrinkles climbed up her beautiful face, covered with the gullies of time, and the aura slowly dissipated from her body, Pingyang was startled by this scene,She supported Baimao in a panic: "What's wrong with you! Why is the spirit flowing away all of a sudden, is it poisoned by something, what can I, what can I do..."

"Don't be afraid." Baimao comforted her in turn, as if he had expected it a long time ago, "Have you ever seen flowers? They are not scorched orchids, nor are the perennial flowers of Miao Chunfeng, but those in the mortal world. They are budding in spring and bloom in summer.Blooming every day, falling with the autumn wind, dormant in the cold winter, waiting for the next spring, life and death reincarnation, endless life... That is the flower, I just have to go dormant."

Of course Pingyang knew that she grew up in the mortal world.She understood Baimao's metaphor, she was puzzled and flustered: "But why, why do you want to..."

"It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy, I want to sleep... That's what I thought when I was looking at the flowers outside the red wall in the Compassionate Ning Palace."

Baimao slowly leaned on Pingyang's shoulder, and at the end of her death, her entire world passed by one by one like a cloud of smoke, and in the end there were only three people, one was her who became a noble concubine in her youth, and her gracious concubineThe daughter who was looking forward to but died young, cut off the romance of her delusion that grace is always there and the palace is stable;

One is that she became the empress dowager when she got old, and she couldn't bear to see the people displaced in the flames of war, and forced him to stop. The son she raised broke up with her, and she was no less than her, but he never saw her again;The last one is that she became the master of Miaochun Peak in her "epiphany", her friend who was deeply involved in the conspiracy of heaven, reunited after a long absence, but only received advice that she didn't understand, and walked silently to a dead end.

"The fairy painting is not my painting." Baimao said suddenly, "You have seen that painting, do you know who made it?"

Of course, Pingyang has seen it before. Aside from the little secret realm and those mysterious conspiracies, there are no immortals in fairy paintings, but it does not conform to Xianyun's nobility and vulgarity. It is a painting of beauties.The sideways smile revealed gentleness, the girl stood under the flower tree, waiting for her lover.

"Don't look at your father, who fights and kills everywhere at a young age. It seems that there is a wolf full of conspiracy and blood in the royal family. In fact, he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is more talented than the oiran in the brothel in Beijing.Painting... He was able to capture your mother's heart by relying on the world of paper and ink back then."

"Immortal paintings were drawn by Emperor Xuan Hong...my father?"

"And it is the only relic left by your mother in Ziluan Palace.

She seems to be indecisive, but in fact she is very heartless, as long as she thinks it should be done, she must cut it clean without leaving any thoughts, otherwise why do you think your father was not hacked to pieces by the demon king in the south?Can he die and leave his name in history?"Bai Mao laughed inexplicably again, "So I never thought that the flowers she transformed into flowers were to preserve the past, it's really not like her."

"Not the only one, as you said, she also left flowers."

Pingyang supported her silently, her eyes felt a little sore for no reason, the small flower pot was placed next to them, the flowers were budding, but still not blooming, the flowers bloomed very bumpy, and they were always half dead, she listened to Baimao and said: "Son, take meBury her body and soul into the soil of the burning orchid, lest she be scattered in the Demon Realm."

Ping Yang was taken aback: "How do you know that I want to..."

"You can feel it from the flower, her stubbornness, the flower will not bloom unless it is where it should be, there is only one place where she has been deeply guilty, and she will always go back to Fengcheng again." Bai MaoyueShe spoke more slowly, as if she had no strength, "In the end, no one knows, if Qiu Yin wins, you go and follow her wish, if...you burn this flower and hide in the world."

Her breathing became shallower and shallower, and finally she closed her cloudy eyes, as if raving: "...good night."

With tears in his eyes, Ping Yang replied gently: "Good night."

The breath of life from the people around him dissipated, turned into dots, and merged into the soil of the small flowerpot. When Pingyang was beside him, he saw the wilting pink flower move, straighten up a little, and slowly regain its energy., and waved the flowers and leaves, a little happy.

Pingyang was silent for a while, wiped away his tears, and walked out with a flowerpot in his hands. Just as he saw You Zuoren leaning on a sword, he was waiting at the door.Then he looked away, without saying anything, and handed over the sword.

"This is?" Ping Yang didn't answer.

"Hanchuan sword, I exchanged it with anchor point and Yan Liangcai." You Zuoren said casually.

Pingyang stayed in Linxue, listening to the fairy Wu Yangyang outside constantly talking about finding an anchor point, she also knew about it, and said in surprise: "Senior Brother You knows where the real anchor point is?"

"I didn't expect that Qiu Yin told me." You Zuoren said lightly, "She was afraid that the girl Ting Fengdao would not be able to hold back the rebuttal, so she sent me a letter so that Yan Liang could make it up at any time. She said it was about Ting Feng.City, he will agree no matter what, so I have been following him since he returned to the southern border."

Hearing that it was Qiuyin's idea, Pingyang took the Hanchuan sword, but just as it touched the hilt, the sword suddenly flowed through the sword light, the runes flowed, and the scorched orchid shook its branches and leaves, and crawled into the Hanchuan sword with crazy growth.middle.

The two of them obviously didn't expect such a change, and they immediately became alert, but the sword and the flower didn't care about them at all. After the flower suddenly got into the Hanchuan sword, before they could study what was going on, the southern borderWan Jian suddenly rioted, including the Hanchuan sword in front of him, trembling crazily, suddenly a gust of wind rose, and disappeared in an instant, as if he had been forcibly summoned away by someone.

There are only two people who can command Wan Jian, one is Qiu Yin and the other is Lu Wansi. Lu Wansi has inherited Zhang Jiwen's Taoism, and it may be her.

You Zuoren and Pingyang's expressions changed, and Pingyang became a little anxious: "That is my mother's relic, and Baimao Immortal's... and Wan Jian is gone, what will Senior Sister Qiu do?"

And Yan Liang, who had already reached the top of the cliff in Wanmo Cave, took back the hidden magic weapon left on You Zuoren, and twitched the corners of his mouth. Of course he knew that You Zuoren had been following him. It seems that the relics confessed by Qiu Yin had entered with Wan JianListen to The Windy City.

Then he would have something to negotiate with Shen Jingzhu.

So he sacrificed the magic weapon for protection and jumped into the bottom of the cave of ten thousand demons.

Back to the present, Lian Yi and Yan Liang tightened the two ends of the chain tightly one mile away, and heard that Fengcheng was fixed in place. They endured the same pain again and were tightly connected by this city.

Listening to Fengcheng, Kong Yu Jianling paused, but Wen Yi remained still, she sneered: "Qiu Yin really set up a lot of tricks, even if she died, she would not make people safe, but fortunately, death is death.”

Huashen still needs her strength, and it is not wise to waste them here, Tingfeng City is still outside the eyes of the sky after all.

But she still seemed dissatisfied, so she changed her mind and looked for happiness in Nan Henyu. She turned around and smiled at Nan Henyu: "Master Sword Immortal has not survived the heart disaster for so many years at the top of Xuanyue Peak.Jie is dead, and you are not as 'smart' as Baimao's self-deception, I am afraid you will not be able to survive, how long do you think the name of the god will stay on you, a day, an hour or a moment?"

Nan Henyu closed her eyes when she heard the words, and slowly lowered her head, the sword fairy's arrogance was finally broken, and she became insensitive.

The Kongyu Sword Spirit sneered, and she was in a better mood. She held the Kongyu Sword. Now the Kongyu Sword is empty, and there is nothing to "connect the spirit and soul".Ling, who wants to ascend to the Tao, needs to be united with body and soul. She raised the sword, surrounded by aura, ready to merge with the sword and become one, and return to heaven to transform into a god.

As a result, the Kongyu Sword Intent flourished unprecedentedly, and the holy white light filled the city, illuminating this dim demon realm. The Kongyu Sword Spirit stood in the center of the sword light. She had been dormant for so many years, and finally got her wish.Agitated, as if he had heard the call from the divine realm outside the sky——

Kongyu Sword Spirit's almost fanatical expression froze.

It's not an oracle... She heard a festive and eerie flute.

The author has something to say: