Ying Xiu couldn't say a word. As he knelt on the ground, he seemed to see all his own light and pride extinguished.
His father would never say these words to him, but now Master Shenbao's words have undoubtedly thrown him into the mud.
Yun Rong has never been one to take the initiative to comfort others, even if the man kneeling next to her like a drowned dog at this moment is her young master.
But in order to be able to live a more leisurely and comfortable life in the Tianxi Sword Sect in the future, she could not help but patiently perfunctory him: "Good medicine tastes bitter, but loyal advice is harsh to the ears. Grandmaster, this is all for the sake of the young master. The young master should accept the teachings with an open mind."
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The comforting words like "this is all for your own good" are really hard to express.
Balian laughed and shook his head, when suddenly his sleeve was gently pulled.
He lowered his head and saw that the old-fashioned Mr. Shen Bao was standing under him at some point.
The little guy was less than his knees, and his little lotus-like hands held his sleeves, and said seriously: "You are a pretty good little kid. Are you interested in learning swordsmanship with me?"
Yun Rong's eyes lit up, and he said with great enthusiasm: "This boy is indeed a malleable talent. You, the old man, must be good at teaching me, so that I can have a good discussion with him on the swordsmanship of our sect in the future."
Still unable to tolerate Balian's refusal, light dust rolled up on the ground, and then came thousands of sword lights, like snow falling in the fog, leaving no trace to be found, but the sword intent was solemn and unmatched in its glory.
It is clearly an endless sword force that is as soft as light snow, but the power contained in it is comparable to the majestic mountains, and it is incomparably magnificent.
Balian's hair brushed against his face, his eyes widened, and he didn't have time to see clearly the power of the sword.
His eyes flashed, and he saw that the energy in front of the sword-mad woman was greatly shattered, her sword circle collapsed, and her whole body seemed to be hit hard by a huge flood pouring from the mountain top.
Without saying a word, the man flew backwards like a meteor and crashed into the rocks with a roar, without even the slightest chance of breathing.
Not to mention Balian was stunned by this sudden turn of events, even the old-fashioned old man was so frightened by the terrifying sword that his hands trembled and his face turned pale.
Slowly, a cold snort came from the smoke.
The woman who calls herself the inner demon stands in the lingering sword aura of light dust. The broad brim of her hat covers her face and floats in the strong wind. Her eyes are vaguely visible under the shadow as cold as ice and water.
She pursed her thin lips and spoke the words coldly, and the pleasant tone was chilling to her ears: "You want to discuss swords? How dare you want to discuss swords with others?"
Yun Rong was seriously injured now. He spat out mouthfuls of blood as if for free. His energy was in chaos, and his sword bones were ringing in pain, as if none of the bones in his body were his.
But the excitement in her eyes was unstoppable.
"Ahem...ahem...ahem, is this my inner demon?" Yun Rong wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve and chuckled: "Why can't I find someone to discuss swordsmanship with? Why are you so angry?
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Looking at her face that was smiling heartlessly, 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong took a deep breath and managed to calm down.
Ying Xiu looked confused, wondering what kind of inner demon was this, that he could act like this against nature.
The ancestor master coughed twice, not daring to think about the origin of this inner demon, and said: "These ten divine servants are dead. I am afraid that they will offend the ancient gods in the bronze sacred tree, and this statue of the god will slowly lose its spirit."
Sex, the coming black tide and the disaster of the underworld wolf will all depend on us humans to survive it."
Everyone who knew that they were about to lose the blessing of the Holy Spirit couldn't help but look desperate after hearing this.
Bailian pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to point in a direction and asked: "Senior, where is the bronze sacred tree you mentioned?"
Master Shenbao was startled: "Not bad."
The Bronze Sacred Tree is so tall that it reaches the sky. There are even rumors that the top of this tree has even spanned the sky they saw. With such a majestic and huge Bronze Sacred Tree, according to common sense, the silhouette of the tree can be seen even from far away.
But in fact, it is impossible to get a glimpse of its appearance without entering the realm of the Bronze Tree.
But this young man was able to accurately point out the direction of the tree.
Balian looked up at the distant sky: "I want to go there and have a look."
Master Shenbao frowned and disagreed: "You killed the divine attendant, and now you are approaching the bronze tree and the ancient god inside captured your breath. Do you think you can come back alive?"
Balian bowed deeply to him and said, "I hope senior can take in my companions for a few more days."
Master Shenbao saw that he had decided to leave, so he stopped talking.
"I'll come back as soon as I go." When Balian said this, he was looking at the "inner demon".
The bright eyes under the hood looked at him, slightly stunned.
An unintentional word, with no special meaning, but with a little familiarity, just like the gentle farewell he said before leaving home on the White Camel Mountain in the past.
Inexplicably, she felt a long-lasting, uncontrollable warmth and touch.
As she slowly rolled these five words over in her heart, she suddenly felt soft spikes in her heart, gently and lightly picking apart her softest parts, flooding them with a bloody red color.
This finally caused a crack in her perfectly restrained emotions. She looked at him with deep eyes, and said softly but impulsively: "It's going to be very cold, and the road is not long. When the cold comes, my clothes will be thin, but...
…It’s necessary…”
At the end of his words, as if all his courage had been exhausted, he slowly lost his voice.
Is she crazy?
How could he be burdened with the unfulfilled regrets of his previous life?
He can no longer be her husband.
Balian didn't understand what she meant: "What do you want?"
She pursed her lips, but in the end she was still unwilling to overcome her reason. She took out a light fur cloak from the world treasure in her hand: "It's cold, remember to put on some clothes."
Bai Lian was stunned and thought to himself that I am a corpse demon, I don't know cold and heat, and I don't eat the five flavors. Don't you know that?
Yun Rong was also stunned. Seeing his expression, she suddenly understood. She couldn't help but take two steps back in embarrassment, and the winter coat in her hands became extremely heavy.
At this moment, she clearly realized that both herself and this winter coat were actually invisible to the world.
Just as she was about to hide the soft and thick winter coat behind her back, her palm suddenly moved, and the hem of the light fur coat brushed against her fingertips, making a beautiful twist.
The young man in front of him was wrapped tightly in the light blue fur. He looked down at the light tassels trailing on the ground and thought that the sewing area of the cloak seemed a bit larger, but the stitching was very tight and was embroidered repeatedly and carefully.
Although the embroidery on it is not exquisite and beautiful, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this winter cloak put a lot of thought into it.
He raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "Thank you."
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