"There is no unchanging human heart and belief in the world. It is instinct to seek power in the line between life and death. Father is kind and son is filial. Brothers and friends are respectful to brothers. Even if they are done to the extreme, they are all as they should be. There is no thought of gratitude. If the giver is virtuous and the recipient is kind, then he is a passerby and has become the way of the market."
Balian stood up slightly, took the pot of wine from the hands of the female official Qingxuan, and said with a chuckle: "Even though the empress has never admitted it personally, I know that she is not only responsible for the living beings in Kunlun Mountain, but also responsible for it. She regards them as her true people, whom she loves as her parents, and she is deeply aware of this.
Although her rule is harsh and even known as a tyrant, what the world cannot deny is that the Kunlun Pure Land has been established in the land beyond the sky for millions of years. She has maintained the order of the pure land outside the world with one person, and has indeed avoided the six turbidities in the world. Breathing infection.
Under the purifying power of Wuhan Yuchi, the demons and immortals in the mountains were reduced to mindless wild monsters like evil beasts in the golden sea.
Nowadays, Master Qingxuan can see the prosperous world of immortals. If the demon immortals lose their identity and protection as the people of Kunlun Mountain, they will become ordinary monsters displaced in the human world.
You need to rely on your own cultivation for hundreds, thousands, ten thousand years or even longer, and only with your own strong enough strength can you achieve a stable life for an ordinary demon fairy in Kunlun Mountain.
Even though Master Qingxuan doesn't often travel around the world, he is still aware of the fate of monsters in the world.
The Immortal Realm is not tolerated by the demon clan. The Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has cast down the golden seal of the Emperor Immortal, which makes the demon clan be controlled by others all their lives. They are domesticated and enslaved by humans. The only hope for ascension is to sacrifice for the monks and enter the weapon to recognize the master. Death.
The Kunlun clan, tracing back to its roots, is also a demon cultivator, but its fate is completely different from that of other demon clans, and the main reason for this is simply that there is a queen in the Kunlun Mountains."
Qing Xuanxin pushed away Balian's move to pour her wine, and reached out to grab the jar of wine, but Balian dodged it and said with a chuckle: "The more upset you are, the harder it is to drink. Urgent drink."
Qingxuan looked unhappy: "Why are you wasting your words here? No one knows what is going on in the Kunlun Mountains better than me.
How can the empress's great achievements in Kunlun Mountain be summed up in just a few words?
But you are right. Regardless of the people of Kunlun, even Qingshui and I, even up to this day, can be said to have always lived under the blessing of the empress.
In this world, without the Empress, all monsters in Kunlun would have no freedom at all. But precisely because of this, both public and private, Kunlun Mountain cannot live without the Empress.
Now that the empress is in danger, there are actually people who do ridiculous escaping actions for their own selfish purposes! It is really chilling!"
Bailian naturally understood why Qingxuan was so cold-hearted. He smiled noncommittally and said: "The empress has the heart of a parent who loves her children. Even in ordinary people's families, there are also naughty children who are still young and unable to do anything. I appreciate my parents’ good intentions and hard work.
All children in the world love their loving mothers and fathers. During the period of rebellion, if parents are strict in dealing with them, it is normal for them to feel resentment."
The female officer Qingxuan was amused by his seemingly absurd but reasonable rhetoric. She pushed out the empty cup under her palm and allowed Bai Lian to fill her cup with wine.
"If it's like you said it, they are not ungrateful, but they are just rebellious and temporarily dissatisfied with the empress?"
Balian smiled and said: "When you are young and growing up, there will always be times when you are rebellious and confused. Even if a saint helps the world, establishes a heart for the world, establishes a destiny for the people, inherits the unique knowledge for the saints, and creates peace for all generations, there are still differences in people's hearts.
Everyone is different, each has his or her own selfish biases, and it is impossible to fully understand them.
Even if you rely on your Majesty like Master Qingxuan, don’t you feel resentful because your Majesty’s loss of Hanyu Pond prevented you from becoming a demon immortal?”
This question pointed directly at people's hearts, causing Qingxuan's face to turn red. She lowered her head to drink and said angrily: "It's true that I am too ignorant. In order to maintain the peace of Kunlun, the empress has sacrificed herself and the Immortal Clan.
That good-for-nothing king got married.
Because of this, even if he loses to Hanyu Pond, he is also planning and talking about the funeral affairs of that good-for-nothing gentleman.
The source of this path is because the empress protects us. As long as we have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, we should know that the loss of Hanyu Pond is definitely not to blame on the empress, but this person lost his ambition at a loss.
From time to time, some crazy and stupid ideas will always come up.”
Balian nodded and smiled: "This is the rebellious stage of Master Qingxuan. After blaming, being depressed, and being unable to understand, he felt more guilty and distressed towards the empress. He wanted to make up for this, but
Good boy behavior.”
The drunkenness set in, and Qingxuan felt a little tipsy. She supported her head on one elbow, sneered, and said: "I am older than you, and you have a lot left over. I need you to praise me here."
Are you a good boy? Put away your face of being a teacher, you are a wild boy with no hair at all."
As she sat down, she slowly laid her head on the table, with a flushed face and drunken eyes, and a hint of desolation at the corners of her eyebrows: "Since I was a child, when I was still so little...
…”
She stretched out her hand to draw a shape about the size of a dumpling, and burped, her cold voice still carrying a hint of nostalgia: "At that time, the empress took me with her. You don't need to say anything more. I
Naturally, they are all good children of the empress..."
"Qing Shui and I are both good children of the queen..."
In this world, which child is willing to see his mother leave him?
Naturally, he risked his life, risked his life, and wanted to keep her in this world no matter what the cost.
But why... is it so powerless and so difficult?
Balian wanted to pour her a cup of hot tea, but Qingxuan shook his head and refused, taking the initiative to hand over the empty cup in his hand. His usually emotionless voice was now full of stubbornness and stubbornness: "Come on, kid, give it to me.
Pour the wine."
Balian had no choice but to quietly warm the wine in the wine jar with his spiritual power, then filled her with a glass of wine and said: "You and Master Qingshui grew up by your side, so your emotional sustenance is naturally not something else."
Humans can compare.
For you, the empress is family, a relative, and indispensable in life. For other people in the mountains, the empress is the mountains and seas that they can rely on, and the faith that protects them.
The empress regards them as her subjects and their inseparable responsibilities. They regard the empress as the mountains and the sea, and the relationship they understand between the empress and the empress is like the birds and beasts in the mountains and the fish and snakes in the sea.
When the mountains collapsed and the seas withered, the first emotion they responded to was not the sadness of losing the mountains and seas, but the uneasiness and fear of losing their home to rely on.
Just as human beings are deeply powerless in the face of natural disasters, they will only subconsciously protect themselves and move away, instead of thinking about shaking the tree with a small fly and doing unnecessary and impossible things to turn the tide. They will only try their best to move themselves to a better place.
Escape to a safe place.
This is the most normal survival instinct of all living things in the world, and no one can change this instinct, not even themselves."
"The survival instinct is not a fault. Not everyone has a heroic heart without hesitation, so Lord Qingxuan does not need to feel sad about this."
At the end of his speech, Balian glanced at the woman lying on the case, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
"Pop..." there was a soft sound.
Unexpectedly, Qingxuan, who was lying limply on the table, grabbed Bailian's wrist, and the cup filled with wine in his hand tilted out and poured down Qingxuan's snow-white and slender neck.
The refreshing aroma of wine filled my arms and soaked into my clothes. Under my thin green shirt at night, the plain bellyband with the clouds of Sichuan brocade was faintly visible under the semi-transparent clothes.
She raised her moist and blurred eyes, looked at Balian, and murmured in a low voice: "So, by drinking with me tonight, are you... comforting me?"
Balian was stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that she was drunk.
He was silent for a moment, hid the jar of wine in his hand under the table, then took away the empty wine glass that she held tightly in her hand, and whispered: "Yes, I am comforting Master Qingxuan."
Qingxuan raised his body slightly, his chin and neck drew beautiful lines, his eyes narrowed deeply, and the contact between his palms and wrists suddenly became a little subtle.
The palm of her hand holding Balian's wrist suddenly exerted force, trying to pull Balian closer.
When he was drunk, his force was almost the same as when he broke Bailian's finger bone that night, neither light nor heavy.
The force is so strong that it can easily drag an adult elephant.
However, this night, Balian drank tea instead of wine, and his body did not move at all under the force, as steady as a mountain.
In this Wangchen Palace, it is impossible to fall into the arms of a high-ranking and powerful female official like a delicate and fragile servant Lang Chong.
Qingxuan frowned and let out a grunt of dissatisfaction from his throat. Even though he was drunk and his consciousness was hazy, he was extremely self-disciplined and restrained.
She relaxed her palm and let go of Balian. Her hesitant expression returned to its usual calm look in the half-clear world. She even reached under the table and fished out the bottle of wine that Balian had hidden just now.
, raised his head and took another sip.
It was said that he was drunk, but his eyesight was still so sharp that he could clearly see his little movements of hiding the wine.
Qingxuan leaned lazily on the desk. He was not as neatly dressed as before. The clear wine spilled from his lips and slid down the delicate jade neck. Under the candlelight, he looked somewhat romantic and charming.
meaning.
She glanced sideways at him, and her voice was cold and clear, but there was a hint of inexplicable confusion in it: "You are so ignorant, do you really wonder what your Majesty sees in you?"
Bailian lowered his eyes and brushed his sleeves, wiping away the wine and water stains on the case to avoid staining the books.
Hearing Qingxuan's words, he suddenly seemed to understand what was going on in the subtle ambiguous atmosphere just now. He chuckled in a vague voice. When he raised his eyes again, he looked at her with a half-smile: "My lord, you want to
How can I comfort you?"
Qingxuan threw the empty wine jar in his hand casually and gracefully, smiled slightly, then held his cheeks with both hands and slapped them hard a few times. Under the support of his two palms, his cheeks looked a little better.
Sensual.
She seemed to be trying to make herself sober, then waved her hand towards Balian and said with a smile: "It is said in the world that drinking and sex harm people. It is true. I just lost my head just now. Don't worry about it."
Balian raised his eyes in slight surprise.
The female official who had drunk too much was a little more frank and cute than usual.
"If this 'wine' is the jar of wine I gave to Master Qingxuan just now, then this 'color'... could it be that you are talking about me?"
Qingxuan let out a slight groan, tilted his head, moved his somewhat stiff neck, and said: "You look very appetizing tonight, and you are particularly good at drinking."
Balian sighed softly and said, "Do you feel better, sir?"
Qingxuan sneered and said: "The matter has not been resolved yet, so why should I feel better? But after having a drink tonight, my heavy heart feels a lot empty."
Her eyes were a little blank, and it was still clear between her brows that she was deeply worried, but she also felt a little relieved and looked away. She said faintly: "You don't know where you want to go when you are floating, you don't know where you are going when you are arrogant, and you use your martingale palm to see everything.
Wandering, the birds and beasts sing at night, causing disaster to the grass and trees, and pests. You are right, all things must return to their roots, but it is me who is too persistent and biased.
Thinking about it, this is also the reason why even if someone donates the blood, the effect is very little. It is not the original intention of the heart, but is forced to do so by moral restraint. Even if the blood is poured into the pool, it is not sincere to the empress.
All the power of faith he exerted was in vain."
"To open the door to the Holy Land, all you ask for is the word 'sincerity'."
"Even if Qing Shui and I are selfish and have little power, how can we ask for so many people like us to come?"
Having said this, Qingxuan seemed to feel tired and sleepy. She slowly lowered herself towards the table and muttered a few words. The newly found case book in her arms fell to the ground.
Not aware of it.
Balian sighed softly, stood up and picked her up, and said calmly in a low voice: "In this world, people are different. The gate of the Holy Realm tests the hearts of all living beings. It only depends on the minds of the two of you."
, how can we fill up that vast pool of blood?"
Not to mention, the people of Kunlun are now struggling to unite their hearts. The most fundamental hope is that the True Immortal Sect will use the purple magic Gu as a medium to shake the people's hearts with the power of the evil god's curse, and then use the preacher's method of brainwashing and mental control.
Such origin blood no longer has the qualifications to open the door.
Qingxuan, who was drunk and hazy, suddenly tightened Bai Lian's sleeves, lowered his head and buried his cheek into Bai Lian's chest, and asked softly: "Because the weak do not have the power to stop the landslide, how can they escape from themselves?"
Baodu deserves to be forgiven, right?"
Balian raised his eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Weak people, escaping is not the original sin, but understanding, um... let me ask you another way, sir, are you happy that I am so understanding?"
"How can you be...happy?"
Balian picked her up and placed her on the small bed in the palace where she usually stayed.
He stretched out his hand and rudely straightened her face, which was hidden in the shadows and was red from drunkenness but with tears in her eyes. He chuckled and said, "Yes, you are unhappy. Since
If you're not happy, then go to hell and be happy as long as you want."