Bailian said honestly: "Miss Yin, you are a person who must avenge your grievances."
Yin Baishuang sneered, with a hint of cold malice in his smile: "If he died like this, wouldn't it be too easy for him? I have been alone and wandered around the world for two hundred years, and I know very well that in this tiny world of three thousand
In this floating world, it feels like there is no peace of mind. I am experiencing this pain. How could Meng Zifei die peacefully?"
Through the dim light falling from the sky, Balian could clearly see the unforgettable despair in her eyes, as if her eyes were blurred and could no longer tell what night it was.
"If he were an absolute evil person, it would be easy and clean to kill him with one knife. But it's a pity that he is not. Mencius is not the same person as before. He wants to be a gentleman, but he is too selfish, wants to be a villain, and his obsession is too deep.
In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person with evil roots and good intentions."
"When a person dies, he forgets everything. He completely forgets Shang Ying. He will let go of his guilt, regret, love and longing for Shang Ying with his death. But where in the world is there?
There is such a relief."
Yin Baishuang's remarks may seem unreasonable, but they also contain a strong and genuine desire for revenge and hatred.
But from what Balian heard, it seemed that the person she was retaliating and torturing was not Meng Zifei, but more like herself.
Balian pondered: "Perhaps as the girl said, Mencius is by no means a morally evil person, but when I look at this person, he is far from being as simple as he seems on the surface."
Yin Baishuang saw through his thoughts at a glance and said: "So when the stone demon was in trouble, you deliberately didn't come to rescue him?"
Bailian said: "I can't see through Meng Zifei's intention of appearing in Baiqiu Mountain."
Yin Baishuang snorted coldly and said: "Didn't he say that he was abandoned and humiliated by the demon clan, so he was thrown here?"
"Miss Yin doesn't believe what he said, so why do you think I will believe it?"
Bailian couldn't help laughing and said: "Meng Zifei is definitely not like Jiang Shaoyu. His scheming is not under Zangxin. Before he decided to cooperate with Zangxin, he couldn't have not prepared a way out for himself and still let others take advantage of him.
Throw it away, so the reason why Mencius fell into the war slave camp this time is not simple."
Balian analyzed all the criss-crossing lines in an orderly and clear manner.
Yin Baishuang stared at him for a long time, not knowing who she wanted to find in his eyes. After a long time, she said: "That's right, no matter how careless a person is, he will not involve his disciple who has no spiritual power in this way."
Deep."
Balian smiled lightly and said: "That's not entirely true. Maybe Meng Zifei himself has never thought about it. At the critical moment of life and death, Miss Xiaolan did not choose to abandon her, even if she had no cultivation, even if she knew that staying would lead to death.
"
Yin Baishuang frowned and pondered for a moment: "You are saying that Meng Zifei, who should have thought everything over, made a mistake with that little girl."
Bailian said: "Miss Yin, do you know who the people in the deepest city are most afraid of?"
Yin Baishuang was awakened by his words: "A person with a sincere heart."
The scheming people in the city will never be afraid of their own kind, because they will treat them as a game where they meet their opponents.
On the contrary, some people with an innocent heart can always catch the player off guard and make a wrong move.
Bailian said: "Although Miss Xiaolan was born in the countryside, as a sacrificial girl who believes in the gods in the mountains, she has her own beliefs and beliefs.
Meng Zifei accepts disciples casually, but she is sincere in her apprenticeship. I could see it when we met in Xianling City, although Meng Zifei cannot change the reality that she has no spiritual roots.
But along the way, he also carefully taught her all kinds of Xuanmen Taoist techniques, and also protected her extremely well when helping her to subdue demons.
Perhaps in Meng Zifei's eyes, these are his most basic etiquette and responsibilities, but for Miss Xiaolan, they truly believe in the old saying, 'Once a teacher, always a father'."
Therefore, it is not that Meng Zifei has no plans for Chen Xiaolan, but in his understanding, the master-disciple relationship that lasts less than a year is far from enough for someone to commit life or death.
He wondered how a human girl could have the courage to continue stalking such a cruel and cold-blooded demon like Zhan Xin.
Both Zang Xin and Meng Zifei got together for profit. Chen Xiaolan's actions may have been an accident, and Meng Zifei's weakness was accidentally handed over to Zian Xin's hands.
It is estimated that this is one of the important reasons why Meng Zifei entered the war slave camp and was unable to perform his duties.
Although Meng Zifei seemed to be a humble man, he was definitely not a weak person in his heart. If Chen Xiaolan had not been trapped in a beast cage, how could he be willing to let the slave chain humiliatingly restrain him for such a long time.
Today, Chen Xiaolan has been rescued by him, and Meng Zifei, who has been peaceful for a long time, must have made some small moves of his own.
Bailian was very curious, what was Meng Zifei's purpose?
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In Tiangan Mountain, the mountain roads are rugged, slippery and foggy. As expected by Ning Feiyan, the number of demon generals searching in the mountains has been greatly reduced.
She and Su Jing found Wen Hanwei and others without much effort.
The three of them all suffered some serious injuries, and among them, Wen Hanwei's injury was the most troublesome.
It's not that the injuries were serious, when Ning Feiyan checked her injuries, he didn't find many external injuries. On the contrary, her consciousness was severely damaged, so much so that she fell into coma frequently in the past few days.
Fortunately, Ning Feiyan is good at the art of Gu magic, and she raises many kinds of magic butterflies, including some strange butterflies that are used to repair spiritual consciousness.
While treating Wen Hanwei's injuries, Ning Feiyan felt a little strange.
She remembered that in Tiangan Mountain, there were very few demons that could hurt people's consciousness.
So, what exactly did we encounter in the Taixuan Nine Classics?
Among the three of them, why was she the only one whose spiritual consciousness was injured and eaten away?
Although Ning Feiyan was full of questions, she did not ask any more questions in the cave. After she checked Wen Hanwei's pulse, she saw that Wen Hanwei's breath was gradually stabilizing, and she was afraid that it would not be long before she would wake up.
Suddenly something moved in her heart, and she turned to Ye Lian and said: "Although the cave is spacious, the demons in the mountain can still capture the smell of blood on your body. I have to trouble Miss Ye to go with me to the mountain to find bamboo grass that can hide the smell.
, burn it in the cave so that it will be difficult for the demons’ noses to distinguish.”
Ye Liang did not object to this proposal, and was about to get up and leave with her, but Jiachen beside her reached out and held him back: "You are injured, can I go for you?"
The wind blows on the barren mountains, and the silence shines coldly.
Weeds grow wildly in the empty mountain without an owner. Countless twisted roots and vines are coiled under the towering endless ancient trees. The mountain paths that are almost covered by wild plants are covered with moss. Sometimes you can see the desolate grass crawling hiddenly.
colorful snakes and insects.
Kachen's snow-white cassock seemed a bit out of place in this evil night world filled with cold fog and mist.
His whole body seemed to be exuding an extremely peaceful and tranquil aura, so that the insects, poisonous snakes and snakes around him did not dare to get close at will.
He followed Ning Feiyan, carefully distinguishing the bamboo grass among the weeds.
Ning Feiyan glanced at him with her peripheral vision and said, "My little master's clothes are really clean."
Kachen found two bamboo grasses under a cluster of thick vine roots. After sniffing them twice, he carefully wrapped the two grasses and hid them in his sleeves.
The monk raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying: "A-Lian doesn't like blood. His body was stained with blood a few days ago. If he doesn't wash it off, I'm afraid A-Lian won't be happy."
Ning Feiyan didn't seem to be here to look for bamboo grass to cover her. After walking for two sections, she found a comfortable position and leaned lazily under a tree. She looked at Jia Chen casually.
This monk has a good nose and eyes, and he looks really good. Standing there at night, he looks very much like the immortal characters written by poets and scholars in the book of human stories.
A long figure spreads out across the fields, peerlessly dark and elegant.
This is probably a high-quality bone that has been raised since childhood, so it is no wonder that Ye Lian can take such pains to take care of her like a treasure.
If it had been in the past, Ning Feiyan would have inevitably gotten into a verbal entanglement when meeting someone with such status and appearance.
Now I don't know whether this monk's temperament is too abstinent, or whether his appearance is too male-female. It is clear that his face is flawless, but it is difficult for Ning Feiyan to see it no matter how he looks at it.
Looking at it like this, Ning Feiyan couldn't help but picture that stupid cat's face in her mind. After comparing the two, she suddenly felt that that guy was more handsome.
After being looked at so rudely and rudely for a long time, Jia Chen was very well-mannered and did not show any disrespect on his face: "Did the girl deliberately lure the young monk out tonight?"
Ning Feiyan did not deny it: "I am very curious about what kind of monk he is, who can actually let the dignified Taixuan Nine Sutras break into the demon world to save you even if he disobeys the sect's order."
Kachen's eyebrows were lowered, and his expression seemed inexplicably cold: "What the girl is curious about, the young monk is also very curious about. What kind of monk am I...?"
After hearing this, Ning Feiyan was slightly startled, and then she smiled and said: "Actually, I don't care whether you people are injured or dead. It's just that before I came to Tiangan Mountain, I promised a person to come here to take your life.
."
There was no fear or anger on Kachen's face. He analyzed calmly: "Girl, I am the fourth of the Demon River. If you want to kill me, no one in this mountain can stop you."
Ning Feiyan looked at him deeply, smiled suddenly, and said, "You are quite interesting to be a monk."
Although Ning Feiyan was smiling, Jiachen really felt her murderous intention. He sighed melancholy and said, "Can I ask, little monk, what was his reason for killing?"
Kachen did not find out who asked her to kill him, but he obviously already knew who that person was.
Ning Fei turned her back on the ancient tree after the smoke. On the treetops, purple butterfly wings could be seen fluttering like a demon. She came slowly and said with a hint of teasing in her smile: "I will kill you, and after you die, I will kill you again."
Peel off your skin bit by bit and put it on him. Tell me, what is his purpose of killing?"
Kachen was silent for a while, seemingly absent-minded for a moment. After gently turning the prayer beads twice with his fingers, he took out the pad and charcoal pen he carried with him from his sleeve.
Seeing him picking up his pen, Ning Feiyan couldn't help but curiously asked: "What are you doing?"
Jiachen said: "Write down some of the little monk's daily habits so that he can look more like him. Don't let A Lian see it easily, otherwise she will be sad."
You didn't even put up a fight?
The smile on Ning Feiyan's face got even bigger: "It's getting late, so why bother? He and you were born on Nanze Mountain since childhood, and the two of them have been together day and night. I don't think Ye Lian understands you as well as he does."
Habit."
Jiachen was stunned for a long time, Wuyan put down the pen and paper, and said with a chuckle: "If the girl doesn't mention this, the young monk will almost forget that there is such a period of time."
The cold-blade demon sword came through the darkness and gently touched Jiachen's heart. Ning Feiyan asked: "Are you really not going to struggle hard?"
Jia Chen slowly let out a breath and said: "It was because of my carelessness that she fell into this situation. Although I am very unwilling to do so, I have to admit that I cannot protect her at the moment, but it is possible to recuperate him.
"
Ning Feiyan was quite surprised that his calm attitude was in complete contrast to Su Xi.
Su Xi grew into great hatred out of love, but this monk was able to become perfect out of love.
I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that it is difficult for Su Xi to become Ye Liang's companion.
"Aren't you worried that Ye Liang will be in great pain if he finds out the truth in the future?"
Kachen smiled and said: "A fish will die if it is deprived of water; a fish will remain water if it is deprived of water."
Ning Feiyan raised her slender eyebrows lightly: "There's really nothing to say."
The demon knife in his hand seemed to be delivered casually, bringing out a thin red blood, penetrating from the chest to the back, and the warm blood splashed down among the dead leaves.
Ning Feiyan struck quickly and did not deliberately torture, but Jiachen still felt a bit of pain and couldn't help but frowned. In those clear jade eyes, the look faded little by little, and then quickly
Covered with an unknown layer of death.
A pair of eyes became extremely dark in the night, sinking as if they could swallow up all life.
His knees rested on the thick and soft forest leaves, making a crisp crackling sound. As Ning Feiyan drew the knife indifferently, he leaned forward and fell down, never getting up again.
Ning Feiyan slowly put away the demon knife, took out a thinner and smaller cicada-wing-like blade from the Qiankun bag, and said in a very troubled voice: "I am good at killing people, but I can peel skin and change my skills.
But it’s far inferior to Si Kong.”
The moonlight was as bright as daylight, the blood was scarlet, and the sky and the earth were filled with sadness.
Ning Feiyan turned the blood-stained thin silver blade in her hand. In the pile of fallen leaves at her feet, Jiachen's body was no longer there. There was only a trace of blood that was about to frost, clinging to the remaining leaves. There was no place to express desolation.
Her eyes suddenly moved, and she bent down to pick up the two blood-stained bamboo grasses next to the pile of fallen leaves. She sighed and said, "The young monk seemed to be more obedient than Su Xi, so he died like this. It's a pity."
But it is a pity that such a sincere and kind Buddhist disciple cannot be used by her.
After putting away the bamboo grass and about to return to the cave, Ning Feiyan just stood up and straightened her body. Deep in the mountain forest, in the clear moonlight shining slantingly, at some point, a clear and slender figure appeared.
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