This kid doesn't speak easily, and when he does, he kills him.
Lin Xi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The more desperate you are, the more nonsense you do? Your temperament is completely opposite to that of your father."
Balian smiled slightly and said: "Compared to my father, my temperament is more like that of my mother."
Lin Xi did not agree with Bai Lian's proposal: "With the art of killing in my dreams, it is a miracle that one person can survive among a thousand people, but it will take a hundred years for this person to wake up from a dream and distinguish dreams from reality.
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Young Master Baili, even if I am willing to help you, even if you can do one thousandth of this, you don't have a hundred years to spend."
Bailian's expression calmed down, he pondered for a while, and then said: "Even if we have a hundred years of time at this moment, we can't break this corridor and the abyss in one day, and one day is a waste of time."
Lin Xi couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile on her face: "Young Master Baili really loves to give people problems."
Although Lin Xi carefully analyzed the pros and cons of Balian's almost ridiculous and unrealistic request, there was no sign of reluctance on her face.
She took a strand of hair from her shoulder, and took out a red thread from the jade at her waist. The two strands were intertwined, and her fingertips were dexterous, and she quickly weaved a red thread and green silk bracelet.
A longer red rope hung loosely in the middle of the hand rope. She put it on Bailian's wrist and her own wrist respectively, and said quietly:
"Although I can't control the magic of entering dreams, I have a certain chance to connect with spiritual consciousness by using this rope. I hope that at the critical moment, I can help you and wake you up, right?"
Bailian nodded, did not refuse Lin Xi's kindness, and let his hair rope wrap around his wrist.
After doing all this, Lin Xi lifted up the big sleeves between her wrists, exposing her snow-white arms as white as lotus roots. She made a secret with one hand, put them together and stood upright in front of her lips, and whispered a string of ancient and mysterious words in a low voice.
The spell.
As the spell appeared between her lips and tongue, Lin Xi frowned, and there was a faint look of pain on her face. Then, small black characters as fine as flies spread from her heart to her forearms, forming a strange black shadow.
golden eyes.
Balian looked at the eye on her arm. It was clearly made by drawing lines on the surface of the skin, but it gave people the illusion that she was being watched silently by a cold, indifferent and evil eye.
It's as if that eye... seems alive,
Lin Xi explained: "The Demon Sect's Dream Killing Technique is inextricably linked to the Eye Technique. Now that I can no longer see, if I want to continue to practice the Demon Sect's Dream Killing Technique with my immortal body, I can only use my body to nourish my eyes, and
This eye is my third eye, called the 'mind's eye'."
"Mind's eye?"
So this is how Lin Xi is blind, but can still walk on the ground, and even has perception and sensitivity beyond ordinary people.
The reason is that she developed a keen eye.
Observe things with the naked eye, and observe the spirit with the mind's eye.
This means that in Lin Xi's field of vision, she is observing the world with a spiritual vision all the time.
Balian looked at the pattern of the eye between her arms, and seemed to have sensed Balian's gaze. He even blinked at Balian actively. It was obviously a naughty action, but even blinking was not enough.
She blinked very much like Lin Xi, very cold and distant.
Balian couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Master Lin Xi, can the mind's eye wander around at will? I remember that the mind's eye is hidden in the deep palace of the heart."
Lin Xi raised her eyebrows and said unequivocally: "Young Master Baili is right, but if I am not connected with the spiritual thread, my mind is in my arms, and Young Master Baili wants to be killed in his dream, doesn't he need me?"
Take off your clothes..."
As she spoke, she tapped her chest and her voice was like cold jade knocking beads: "If so, Young Master Baili dares to come and bite me on the heart?"
The frank words made Bailian instantly feel embarrassed, and he quickly yelled: "It doesn't have to be like this, it doesn't have to be like this..."
Lin Xi has a cold temperament, which is completely inconsistent with Jiujiu's temperament of teasing and teasing under her cold appearance. She has the upper hand in words, and she will not continue to tease others in pursuit of victory.
Instead, he calmly pushed his arm out, his expression and words were full of seriousness: "The art of dream killing is no small matter. Young Master Baili hopes to take care of himself during this trip."
"Thank you."
Balian thanked her sincerely and took a bite of the snowy arm she handed over. The extraordinarily bright blood overflowed and was drawn into his mouth and swallowed carefully.
The moment blood entered his throat, in addition to the pleasure generated by the body being replenished with blood, Balian only felt that his brain consciousness was suddenly swallowed up by a huge power of dreams, like mud sinking into the sea.
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Countless fragmented illusions are woven into a strange and familiar world, displayed in Balian's surrounding field of vision.
The night breeze blows on my face, bringing with it the distant fragrance of wild flowers in the mountains, which is cool and pleasant.
When Balian opened his eyes again, he saw that he was standing on the mountains and fields, with the vast sky in front of him, the darkness of night, and a bright moon as bright as a disk, surrounded by billions of stars, hanging in the sky and looking down.
All living beings.
The breeze fills the hills, the sea of dreams rises and falls, the stars and the mountains of mortal world shine brightly, and there are a few rays of light.
The clear moonlight falls from the distant peaks. Between the sky, earth, mountains and rivers, the wind shuttles between the open forests and fields, causing the long grass to ripple, the mountain animals to sprint, and the grass and trees to float.
Above the head is a huge sword-shaped mountain. The mountain is towering, and most of it is hidden in the sky. Countless ancient swords are inserted between the dark and ancient mountains.
Balian was extremely familiar with the scene before him.
This is Tianshengjian Mountain.
He... returned to the Tianxi Sword Sect.
But why...use the word 'hui'?
It was night in the mountains, and the surrounding fields were covered with a thin mist. The misty wind blew by, and the corners of his robe fluttered into the field of vision. Balian found that he was actually wearing a red and black sword outfit, with vermilion hanging down his waist.
The tassel ring Perry is entangled with a piece of Zongyu that is as white as snow jade.
Zong Yu?
Is that something that the leader of Tianxi Sword Sect is qualified to wear?
Why did it appear to him.
At this moment, a very strange and contradictory feeling arose in Parian's heart.
He felt that he should not have this Zong Yu, but there was another thought in his heart. This Zong Yu seemed to have been with him for countless years.
Balian held up the piece of snow-white Zongyu that was as light as dust with his palm. The moment he held it up, his mind was shocked, and he suddenly realized it in a dream...
It turns out that he has been the master of Tianxi Sword for more than a hundred years.
A violent roar sounded loudly.
The eagle rises and hangs in the moonlight.
There was a cold touch in his right hand. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a sword.
Tonight is the time for him to practice sword practice every day.
And he seemed to have come just for this moment.
Familiar hometown, familiar old mountains and wilderness.
The mind that had just been scattered and had never been reunited suddenly condensed as if it had awakened. The spiritual platform was as clear as a mirror, all distracting thoughts in the heart were thrown away, everything in the world was quiet, the wind stopped and people moved, people moved and swords rose, and the mist was in the sound of swords.
It started to run as fast as a wild stream, with moths and crickets chirping, and fish running in the stream.
One sword, one world, all enter the heart.
When the sword rose up and left in a dream, what Balian himself never noticed was that the immortal tear in the clavicle of his heart had appeared in the Ten Thousand Dharma Spiritual Platform, and it was like a Taoist Immortal hidden in the dragon.
At this moment, all three paths and six paths seem to be visible.
The distant and vast world, for some unknown reason, has gradually become smaller. All the laws of the universe are traveling through the three thousand worlds in his heart. When the sword power is drawn back, Balian holds the long sword horizontally with both hands and sends it to the sky, earth and sky.
For a moment, the darkness dissipated, and for just a moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and the golden light broke through the darkness and entered the world.
Among the billions of stars in the clouds, the gates of heaven are wide open, Diku Immortal.
In the sky and under the heaven, thousands of supreme immortal arts and martial arts turned into golden rain and dew, falling on the earth, all carried by that sword.
The fog goes away, the fog disperses, the fog comes back, the world of mortals comes and goes without leaving a trace, leisurely and the immortals watch the falling rain.
The dreams and swords hidden in billions of dreams, the sparks flying in the woods.
Lan Feng rolled up his robe tirelessly, and Balian always maintained his posture with his sword facing the sky.
The sword is like soil, tirelessly absorbing and carrying all the rain and dew.
All of this seemed to belong to him as a matter of course. It was due to the Taoist magic and magic that he had learned over these long and long years.
But for some reason, at this moment, an extremely strange thought occurred to Parian.
He was clearly just reviewing his lessons and practicing the Taoist and Immortal techniques that he had already learned in the past.
But for some unknown reason, it actually made him feel that all these Taoist and magical arts were unfamiliar, as if he had forgotten them for a long time and then recalled them in an instant.
"Hidden Sword's current holy method of 'All Heavens and All Realms' has become more and more integrated, and has become the Mahayana. If this time in the Shangqing Immortal Realm, the Immortal Lord will see that you have achieved this level of achievement, even above him.
, I’m afraid I’ll be very pleased.”
What interrupted Balian's thoughts was a familiar voice. Hearing the sound of boot soles crushing soft grass in his ears, Balian put away his sword and turned around. As expected, he saw a familiar face.
The same black and red sword outfit, except that Zong Yu, a symbol of status, is missing from the waist. The sword emblem crown on his head has also been removed, replaced by an extremely ordinary ebony hairpin.
The moment he saw the ebony hairpin, Balian was startled again. For some reason, the strange feeling in his heart arose again.
A man with a tall and straight body came closer. Whether it was due to the erosion of time, the man's originally angular and overly handsome face now had traces of vicissitudes of life.
White hair has grown on the temples, and his sharp and aggressive eyes have become much gentler because of the fine lines at the corners. When he looks over with his usually serious eyes, there is actually a kindness that is very strange to Balian.
This was Bailiyu he had never seen before in his memory.
his father.
Bailian's eyes once again fell on the hairpin on Bailiyu's head, and he moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say.
Bailiyu, who noticed Bailian's gaze, raised his hand and touched the hairpin on the top of his hair, with a look of nostalgia on his face:
"Zang Jian misses your grandma, right? In a few days it will be the night of the Lantern Festival. If you miss your grandma, daddy will accompany you to Zhongyou, and take Rong'er with you. We, a family of four, will follow you.
Would you like to go to Grandma for the festival?"
Ronger?
Hearing this name, Balian was startled again, and his eyes were confused for a while. It took him a long time to remember that he had been married for more than a hundred years.
His wife is the fourth sword of Tianxi, Xue Xue Sword, Yun Rong.
Balian smiled noncommittally and said, "Dad wanted to spend the Lantern Festival with my mother, but I knew that my mother would not forgive my father's old-fashioned temper, so he wanted to drag my senior sister and me to Zhongyou together.
It’s such a big festival, I may not let daddy enter Zhongyou’s country, but she definitely won’t drive me and senior sister away. Daddy’s wishful thinking is really good.”
Bailiyu's face felt awkward and strange.
In his impression, his son has always been well-behaved, gentle and sensible. Since childhood, he has never violated his wishes and respected him. Even if he has a family and a career and has taken the position of the leader of the Tianxi Sect, he has never behaved like him.
Such a face-to-face confrontation today.
It's just that this bumping into the bottom was a bit of a joke. Bailiyu didn't care about it. He smiled and said:
"Your mother is not good at cooking, but the Yuanxiao you make is very delicious. It's just in time for the festival. Dad, I don't like many things, but this Yuanxiao is very satisfying. Zangjian will not miss you."
Grandma’s Lantern Festival?”
How could Bailian not see Bailiyu's self-righteous thoughts? He would never bow his head when he made his mother angry. With such roundabout and tactful remarks, he was the only one who felt that he had set the opponent down.
In the past, Balian would have been happy to be able to catch up with his mother-in-law and her family to reunite during the festival.
But today, for some unknown reason, my mood suddenly arose, and I suddenly realized my usual absurd negligence.
It was not a warm and happy reunion of a family of four, but it was just that A Niang did not want to see him sad and lost, so she forced herself to forgive Baili Yu without any bottom line.
Today, according to my past temperament, I respect all Bailiyu's decisions and obey them.
But now, Balian feels that everything is annoying.
The father with a loving smile in front of me is an eyesore, and the hairpin in his hair is also an eyesore. Even the reunion of the family of four he said is an eyesore.
It was obviously an obsession that I could never let go of in the past. Now that it has finally come to fruition, I am not as happy as I imagined.
He even... didn't want the man in front of him to actually appear in the territory of Zhongyou with his son and family to meet his mother as he said.
Bailian suddenly felt tired.
It would be better if they were not allowed to meet.
The moment this thought came up, he thought he would feel extremely guilty, but strangely, his heart was as calm as a lake, and he said calmly:
"The Lantern Festival is approaching, and I miss my mother. Naturally, I just miss my mother, not because I miss the Lantern Festival.
My mother was one of the thousands of heroic souls in the Zhongyou Dynasty, and she was the empress. To me, she is also the greatest and most amazing woman in the world. She is not an ordinary woman who rolls up her sleeves and washes her hands to make soup when someone misses her and needs it.
Daddy also said that grandma is not good at cooking. Since he dislikes her, it is better to go find Aunt Wenjun. I remember that Aunt Wenjun is very good at cooking and her skills in making Yuanxiao are far superior to grandma. If daddy goes to find her,