"Why don't you take it?" Xie Lingyan handed the wine out again and asked him to take it. The whole bottle of wine belonged to him, as if she was thanking him for his help over and over again.
The white-haired god had his hands behind his back, but he never reached out to take the wine bottle.
Xie Lingyan wanted to take his hand, but she reached out and saw that she had missed it.
"You..." Xie Lingyan's face was full of shock. She was not so frightened when she died.
"What you see now is my soul." He said lightly, as if he was saying something insignificant.
Xie Lingyan didn't know why, but she felt sad. It was that unpleasant, depressing, calming, suffocating feeling that was oppressing her chest and she couldn't breathe.
The white-haired god asked her to sit down and said, "You can drink it, I'll just smell the wine."
"..."
Xie Lingyan said nothing more. She accompanied him to the edge of the platform, and the two of them sat down together, as if they were sitting on a moon wheel. There was bottomless darkness under their feet, and only the surrounding daylight shone like a lamp.
Xie Lingyan poured a glass of wine, she handed it over and said, "Smell it, tell me what it tastes like?"
The white-haired fairy thought for a while and replied, "The taste of clear snow, Baixian brew, Qiong juice, it is as sweet as snow, tastes elegant and soft, when you drink it, it flows like water, it gently spreads across the wilderness for thousands of miles, and finally returns to the sea
.”
As Xie Lingyan listened to the description, she didn't even taste the wine yet, but she already knew its taste.
"Have you drank?"
"Um."
He drank it. He drank a pot in his early years and woke up and everything turned upside down.
The dream was so far away, and the people and things in the dream became rare.
He looked into the dark night, not knowing where his eyes were falling, and his cold and indifferent eyes became a little confused.
Xie Lingyan raised her head and drank the wine in the glass and asked, "What's your name? You can't let me call you white hair all the time, right?"
The handsome man smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If you like to shout, then just shout."
"Can't you tell me your name?"
"No." He thought for a while and said, "If you really want to know, then I will tell you when you become the number one female swordsman."
Xie Lingyan was dumbfounded. The number one female sword cultivator feels so far away, but she can give it a try. "Okay, I will make an agreement with you. When I become the number one female sword cultivator, you will tell me your name."
"Yeah." He told her not to drink too much. Baixian Brewing was delicious but easy to get drunk.
But she was already drunk, and after one drink, she was originally a smart and strange woman, but now she became a little confused.
Her consciousness was drowsy and her vision was blurred. She suddenly fell into the warm embrace.
But if you think about it, isn’t he a soul? How can he have warmth?
She stood up and saw the white on the ground, and Shengxue in white. He was standing in the distance, with his back turned, facing a strange wall. The wall was glittering, and one golden font after another gradually enlarged and flew away.
They appear and disappear silently.
Xie Lingyan's eyes were blurred when she was drunk. When she saw those words floating out, she thought she was dazzled. She kept wiping her eyes and said, "White hair, what is that?"
The white-haired fairy turned around and saw her staggering over.
He hurriedly raised his hand and waved, and the wall disappeared, and the golden stream of light disappeared without a trace.
Xie Lingyan's cheeks were red, her eyes were blurred, she was walking crookedly, and she looked like she was going to fall down.
The white-haired god raised his hand to support her.
Xie Lingyan asked, "Why can you support me?"
"..."
"Then why can't I reach out and grab you?"
"..."
"I...where am I?"
She turned around and looked up. It was dark everywhere, except for the bright light nearby.
That night was really deep.
Whose world is this?
her?
Or is he the white-haired fairy?
"Are you, are you trapped here?" She was drunk and talking nonsense. She didn't know what she wanted to ask.
The white-haired fairy supported the shaky person, and she fell into a drowsy sleep. Her head was tilted and her body was limp. She felt so sleepy and sleepy, and her body was so heavy that she wanted to sleep.
"..." The fingertips of the white-haired god turned into glimmering light, and bright light spots flowed through the obviously thin arms of the figure. He held the person in his arms and let him lean on him, while he sat on the ground.
With his back against the transparent thin wall, one leg stretched out and the other slightly bent, he looked down at the person who fell asleep in his arms and remained silent.
She was tired of looking at her face and was slightly tipsy with wine. She fell asleep peacefully and peacefully.
A head of black hair fell on her thin shoulders, and her pretty face still had a childlike look, which is what a young person should look like.
He raised his hand and rested on that flawless face as white as jade. He hesitated for a moment from a slight distance, and finally took it away.
When Xie Lingyan woke up, the white-haired god had returned to his original position and was sitting.
She looked up at the people over there and suddenly felt a little sad and dejected.
Unreasonable emotions, I don’t know why they arise and why they surge?
Xie Lingyan picked up the sword and danced with the sword in silence.
The sword energy is flying in the clouds, the dancing posture is swaying, the sword skills are opening and closing, and the walls erected around him are trembling, melting, and disintegrating.
They naturally disappear into the invisible, as if what exists in front of them is a stronger law, which is the Tao, the will of God, and the supreme divine will.
Her realm is breaking through, advancing, and strengthening.
The first level, the second level, the third level, the fourth level, the fifth level...
When she reached the fifth level, her swordsmanship became messy.
Xie Lingyan clenched the sword in her hand and wanted to use a sword technique. It was Lingyun Sword, a very familiar sword technique. She knew it with her heart and wanted to hold up the vastness of the world with the sword in her hand.
But it was so heavy and heavy, and she felt like something was oppressing her. She couldn't use her sword skills no matter what.
She was anxious.
So anxious.
Just like when she was sleeping, she felt something pressing on her body. She wanted to reach out and push it away, but she couldn't move her hand. She couldn't lift it even with all her strength.
"ah……"
She couldn't bear to scream.
She was suddenly hit back by a force and fell back to the ground.
The white-haired god closed his eyes and pretended not to see the person who fell so gracelessly.
"Uh... I lost someone." She lay on the ground and didn't want to move. She was already embarrassed enough anyway, so she wasn't afraid to keep losing her.
After lying on the ground for a long time, she woke up from the drunkenness. She got up and meditated, then flew up the steps with her sword, walking step by step, step by step.
But she still couldn't disintegrate the thick and heavy wall in front of her. She was still stuck in the fifth level, struggling to move forward and back.
Is your mind unstable?
I just feel so annoyed and anxious.
She stood in the fifth level of the Xiang Yun Zai World, feeling her own thoughts.
The mind is restless.
Feeling uneasy.
It seemed like she was trapped by something. She was so annoyed that she wanted to destroy the world.
Meditate, concentrate, meditate.
When she opened her eyes, she walked away with her sword, and suddenly a sword light flashed across, it was sharp and invincible, sweeping the sky and earth.
She rushed over and was beaten back.
Try again.
the fifth time.
The ninth time.
Thirteenth time.
Thirty-three times.
She finally succeeded in standing on the ladder of the fifth level of Xiangyun Zaishi.
Sitting down leisurely, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, reaching out to catch the peach blossoms flying in front of her.