"I know, I'm not going anywhere." Xie Lingyan pushed him away, she concentrated in concentration, and then brought the precious Clivia into the ring space.
Looking down at the plant in his arms, he thought it would be destroyed because of the too powerful Taoist charm hidden in this space, but he didn't expect it to show no reaction.
The other spiritual grass leaf in his hand turned into ashes and was burned to the ground in an instant, and not even the ashes could be found.
"It's amazing, white hair, you really didn't lie to me."
The white-haired fairy raised her eyes and looked at the person holding a potted plant in the distance. She seemed to be holding a fat boy. She could carry the naughty child in her arms with just one hand.
Xie Lingyan asked, "What are you looking at me for? Tell me quickly, where do you want to put this potted plant? Are you going to throw it far away into the depths of the night? It can hang high in the night like those golden scales."
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She said, pretending to throw it away.
The white-haired fairy told her not to mess around.
That's a plant. Have you ever seen a plant growing in mid-air?
She really could figure it out.
Besides, although the pots for planting plants are said to be carved from stone, there are laws in this space. Once the floating items carry wind force, they will definitely form a wind force. This is imminent, and it is likely to directly distort the balance of the entire space.
Then everyone and everything inside will be destroyed.
What's more, the Clivia grown in a stone basin is not an ordinary plant. Once it senses the power of harm, it will definitely reflect the mysticism it contains.
Xie Lingyan was speechless, "Whose does this thing belong to? Did you grow it when you were a child?"
She thought of that vision, that young man as bright as jade, whose features really looked like those of a white-haired fairy.
And that woman? She can’t be this person...
Xie Lingyan's heart skipped a beat when she thought of that.
The white-haired god didn't know what she was thinking, but he just looked at her holding the plant in her arms, her eyes became deep and heavy, and her eyes seemed to be filled with all kinds of unspeakable emotions.
Xie Lingyan looked up and saw his eyes a little stunned.
She was sure that this green plant was very important to him, but she didn't know what it had to do with him.
"Then...where should I put it?" she asked quickly.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel uncomfortable, and I can’t explain why?
Is it because he thinks he has someone important?
But it seems normal. He has lived for such a long time, and it is human nature to have a past.
"Give it to me." The white-haired fairy stretched out her hand and asked her to let go of the plant.
Xie Lingyan said "oh" and she really let go.
Then the potted Clivia rose and flew up.
It was taken away by a handsome man.
He put it beside him and said, "Just put him next to me."
"Oh." Xie Lingyan stopped asking any more questions, knowing that nothing could be gained by asking, so she didn't ask for trouble.
The white-haired god said, "Xiao Jingye is looking for golden scales. You can choose to tell him, or you can choose not to tell him."
"Yes." Xie Lingyan turned her head and looked into the distance. Deep in the dark night sky, there was a star shining. That was the golden scales, the divine object that Xiao Jingye wanted most.
Xie Lingyan asked, "Is there really any mysterious law or trace attached to this divine object?"
The white-haired god nodded, "Yes, but you can't see it yet."
"Why?"
"Because I don't understand." He was really rude and didn't know how to speak tactfully.
Xie Lingyan was speechless, thinking, wait, one day I will teach you how to be a good person.
He is really a cold-blooded guy. He looks extremely handsome and noble, but he has an unpleasant personality and does not understand the general principles of how to behave in the world. It is really hard for people to compliment him.
It feels like he has no love or hatred for the world, that is, he doesn't care about life or death at all.
Of course, he is not the Bodhisattva who helps the world, so we really cannot ask him to do anything.
I just thought that this person was cold and didn't care about anything. Did he care about anyone or anything? What was his past like?
She became more and more curious.
The white-haired god asked, "When you walked up Wanhe Peak just now, did you see the various patterns on the rock wall?"
Xie Lingyan nodded, "The pattern is so lifelike that you can tell it is a swordsmanship move at a glance."
"Then continue to practice your swordsmanship according to those graphics and patterns."
"Don't I have the Lingyun Art?"
"Beyond the Lingyun Jue, there is also the Nine Heavens Jue."
"That is……"
"It's the swordsmanship on the rock wall. If you know Chu Feishuang, you should also know the list of celebrities. If you want to make a difference, you must be on the list. Otherwise, if you are unknown, who cares whether you live or die?"
Xie Lingyan didn't say anything as she listened, but if she was an unknown person, who would be willing to talk to him?
No one else can decide what a person's life will be like, but the ruthless and strong can decide the life and death of the weak without any consideration or hesitation.
Thinking that she still had relatives to protect, she said, "Okay, I'll practice."
Now that I'm here, I naturally have to seize the opportunity to strengthen my cultivation.
Damn the volleying realm of creation, why can't it be displayed in her cultivation level?
After refining her swordsmanship for a long time, she turned around and left the ring space.
Opening his eyes, he saw Prince Xiao looking at him.
He asked, "Are you practicing?"
"if not?"
"Yan'er, are you hiding any unknown secrets?"
"You think too much." Xie Lingyan didn't want to say too much to him for fear of accidentally exposing her secrets.
Taking her sword, she walked far away, found an open space, and then practiced the sword moves carefully according to the techniques she had written down.
It's so strange, why does it feel like she has learned this swordsmanship before, is familiar with it, and then teaches it to others personally?
Jiutian Jue, Nine Styles:
The first trick is to draw the shape.
The second trick is to draw the meaning.
The third trick is to draw the heart.
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When holding a sword and making moves, I always want to correct it and guide the direction of the sword.
She said it should be like this, you have to be steady, you have to have momentum, momentum, do you understand? That means you stand in front of thousands of troops, don't be angry and have power, and make people look surrendered and fearful, instead of crying and shouting.
And cheating to gain the authority that is yours.
Xie Lingyan's mind was very confused. How could she have such an impression? What kind of memory was this?
Or is she affected by the cold air here?
She felt strange when she set foot on the Ten Thousand Valleys Peak. Even though she had used her true energy to protect her body, she still felt unusually cold, as if the world was so vast and she was guarding it alone. It felt too desolate, and it would be better for all things to be annihilated.
All good things come to an end.
Such a desolate, hesitant and pessimistic mood affected her sword intention and her mind, and her sword skills became messy.
Xiao Jingye watched from the sidelines. At first, she saw her sword skills move smoothly and gracefully, but after a hundred moves, her sword skills gradually became messy, as if a strong wind suddenly blew and the whole world was in chaos.
I saw branches swaying, all kinds of flying sand and rocks, and all kinds of waves seemed to be rolling between the sky and the earth.