"At least it's very realistic, isn't it? After all, even you have hidden it, so it's not that difficult to deceive these young disciples."
Ning Feiyan sat leisurely under the table and held a tea party. He took out a tea cup like magic and slowly poured out the thick white goat cheese tea with ice mist from the teapot.
In this cold weather, she was in good spirits and sipped iced milk tea under the table.
Balian looked at Hongzhuang, who had cold eyes and a hopeless expression, and quietly stretched out a leg to kick her, then lowered his voice and said, "Take your sister back to where she came from."
Hongzhuang crossed her arms and snorted coldly, expressing her disdain.
Brian An asked where that guy who looked so good in the Beiyuan Forest with a red face and called his brother-in-law in a low voice had gone?
Why do succubi turn their faces, are they all the same?
Ning Feiyan calmly took a sip of butter tea, and the rich milky color left a moist pucker on her lips.
She looked narrowly and said: "Hongzhuang is a knife that I am accustomed to using. She has always been the only one to obey my orders. If you ask her to take me away, do you think she has the courage?"
Balian glanced at the Hongzhuang sister who was being eaten away by Ning Feiyan, and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Obviously when I was in the magic city, I was still fighting for you and complaining deeply, and now I'm done with it.
How long has it been since I've been clinging to you even more than before?"
In the past, in the Chaomu Palace, even if Hongzhuang accidentally saw him having sex with Ning Feiyan, although she showed a very unhappy mood, she would not be like this now. Her eyes gradually became wary as she looked at him, as if guarding against a thief.
As if to guard against him.
She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, her "innocent and ignorant" sister would be abducted by this bad boy.
Ning Fei's rosy eyebrows raised slightly, she gave Hongzhuang a sip of the iced cheese tea in her tea cup, looked sideways at Balian and joked:
"Isn't there a saying in the world that if you have breasts, you are a mother? Although I, Ning Feiyan, am not a good person, she has been with me for so many years. As the master, since she has a mouthful of flesh from me, she is naturally indispensable.
Her bones.”
Hongzhuang, who was obediently lowering her head to enjoy Ning Feiyan's gentle feeding, suddenly choked and coughed. A blush quickly appeared on her face. Her black eyes were panicked. She blushed and pushed away the tea cup she handed her, refusing to drink any more.
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Balian was so angry that he wanted to hit her on the head, but Ning Feiyan continued to laugh: "I mean, as Sihe, I am blameless for rebelling against the Demon King, leaving the Demon Realm, and seizing the Realm Gate.
Forgive me for implicating the sinners of the nine tribes.
There was a traitor like me in the Beiyuan Forest, and the whole Succubus clan was afraid that I would be implicated. However, I not only protected her, but also protected Mrs. Ning, whom she cherished so much. I allowed the Succubus clan to remain in the human world.
It can take root and be protected from foreign enemies.
Today, I am not only the food and clothing parent for her, but also the food and clothing parent for all the succubi. Tell me, should she listen to my words or yours?"
Balian was stunned, but not surprised.
Although Ning Feiyan has only been away from the demon world for half a year, as the master of the Four Rivers with multiple identities in the human world, it is not too difficult to establish a habitat for succubi to survive.
Based on Balian's understanding of her, he did not think that Ning Feiyan was protecting the bloodline of the succubus clan out of the morality of the same clan.
After all, the fact that she preserved such a group of succubi was similar to the way he adopted demons.
Ning Feiyan is a complete materialist. She doesn't care about the warmth and coldness of people. She doesn't have any sympathy even for the younger generations of her own race.
Even though Hongzhuang looked at her with a look of dependence and even admiration, Bailian never understood what kind of feelings Ning Feiyan had for Hongzhuang.
The undisguised disgust, teasing, and toying with Hong Zhuang's various emotions in her eyes were not false, but unfortunately, when it came to Hong Zhuang's life crisis, she was always the first to stand up.
Ning Feiyan seems to have thousands of faces hidden in her heart, making it difficult to guess them all. Facing her like this, Balian always has a headache: "What are you planning today?"
Ning Feiyan nodded and said: "Miss Yunrong has a wish and wants you to come down the mountain, but you are rebellious and disobedient. You can't even listen to my good advice. I can't ruin your studies and find a high-sounding reason.
Drive you down the mountain?
After all, I am your aunt now. If you cannot complete my studies, I will drive you away, and even the Thirteen Swordsmen will not be able to keep you."
Balian turned over the unlit dial in his hand and laughed, "So you prepared this dragon-snake sword array for me?"
"But it's a pity that I should disappoint you."
Bailian's fingers moved across the disk inch by inch. When he touched it, his fingertips were like dragons and snakes swimming around. The gray lines on the disk began to come alive as if they were injected with life according to the guidance of his fingertips.
Countless sword characters have been dismantled, from the dead gray wood to the clouds and electric wind lamps in just a moment, the thousand-word sword characters are like the interpretation of the stele, or like lightning from the void.
Different from the star-blue glow on other people's dials, there is a faint golden glow that diffuses out.
The wandering movements of Balian's fingers became more and more heavy, and the sword needle suspended on the dial buzzed, making an extremely clear and long sound.
From the beginning to the end, the sword needle in Balian's hand did not rotate in any direction, but what was really moving and rotating was the line sword pattern with the sword needle as its axis. As it slowly rotated, it seemed to be forming.
The sky is small and the earth is narrow, snaking through the mountains and rivers.
The clear sound of the sword made everyone look back in shock.
The sword needle remains motionless, like a thousand-year-old sword propped up between mountains, rivers, heaven and earth.
Balian felt that the feeling at this moment was extremely strange. He had clearly never seen the dragon-snake sword formation of the Tianxi Sword Sect, but the moment he took the dial, he really felt the heavy weight of the three thousand swords.
A feeling of nothingness and formlessness is extremely strong.
The starlight is as light as gold scales, and the lonely corner where Balian sits seems to be vaguely like the bustling Jianmo, and the magical atmosphere of the spring breeze on both sides of the river.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yingxiu's fingers suddenly pinched the corner of the table until they turned pale, and the blood on his face began to fade.
Qi Liancheng also opened his mouth in disbelief.
Just when all of this is about to fall into place, the feat that will shock everyone’s eyes is about to be completed.
Balian's steady fingers finally flicked, rubbing out subtle deviations, and the orderly golden runes instantly collapsed and suddenly collapsed.
The dial, which was harder than black iron, cracked and fell to the ground into a pile of scraps.
"Pfft..." I don't know who it was, but couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
The color on Ying Xiu's face returned a little, but fortunately he didn't lose his composure too much. He raised his eyes and silently glanced at Jiang Yunqin.
Jiang Yunqin hurriedly raised her sleeves to cover her lips, hiding the smile that had not yet subsided at the corners of her lips.
Behind the curtain, Junjun, who was spinning the dial in front of a top, fixed his fingers and pressed the pointer on the dial. He looked back with doubtful eyes.
Su Jing stopped reading the scroll and turned his head to look at Bai Lian. His eyes casually slid under his desk, lost in thought.
Balian threw away the remaining material in his hand, and the pointer slipped from his fingers.
He pursed his lips slowly and ignored the looks around him that ranged from shock and amazement to contempt and ridicule.
Balian put his fingers on the table, gently closed his knuckles, and slowly left five deep finger marks on the red lacquered sandalwood table.
Ning Feiyan smiled sweetly, still sitting calmly in a place where others could not see her, drinking ice tea.
Hongzhuang lay beside her, her cheeks flushed as she watched her calmly retract her little claws from the little corpse demon's side.
Why is the corpse demon afraid of such low-level tricks as tickling?
At this time, the voice belonging to the puppet Ji Yan outside the table sounded: "Every dial here is the hard work of the five sword masters. If you are unable to refer to it and your personal abilities are limited, I will not do it."
More blame.
But if you don't know how to interpret swords, you have to force them to do it. Ruining the hard work of sword masters like this is a bit too much. Little guy, you don't have the talent to practice swordsmanship. After today's class, you'd better get off the mountain as soon as possible.
Go ahead."
Balian quietly touched the floor of the table with one hand, grabbed her little foot like a revenge, and tickled her gently with his fingers in the sole of the foot.
But his face calmly suppressed his emotions and said: "Gold comes from the mine, jade comes from the stone, there is no way to seek truth without illusion. There are thousands of ways to break a sword, I think I can still give it a try."
What I said is so true that I don’t know the depth of it.
After hearing this, everyone no longer even had the heart to laugh or mock. Qi Liancheng also shook his head and smiled. Why should he be so serious with a fool?
The culprit, Ning Nv Mo, blinked at Bai Lian: "What, it's all broken into pieces like this, why don't you give up?"
Balian said angrily: "When did you become so obedient to Yun Rong's words?!"
Ning Feiyan shrugged, with an innocent look on her face: "I can't help it, why do I have to call her sister?"
Balian snorted coldly, looked at the mess on the case, and fell into deep thought.
Outside Dongshan Mountain, the morning light shines through the dawn sky and reflects the mountains. A man with a feather crown is sitting on the edge of a cliff.
The sun hangs far away on the eastern horizon, its rays of light flickering through the gaps between the green mountains on both sides of the bank. The atmospheric scene between the mountains is solemn and solemn.
Suddenly, the man with the feather crown suddenly felt something. He raised his head, and a purple thunder suddenly tore out in the bright sky.
In the sound of lightning and thunder, a man with a sword fell through the clouds and landed on the edge of the cliff. He held a charred head in his hand, knelt on the ground on one knee, and said "Sect Master."
Sword Master Yu just glanced at the head in his hand and said, "Solved?"
As the son of the master of Fengliu Sword and the leader of Qilei, Ye Yichuan presented the charred head with both hands: "Here is the head of Lu Zhuang, the 'Youbing Soldier'. Fortunately, my disciple has lived up to his command!"
Qilei Youbing are all sect swordsman forces created by Tianxi's direct disciples.
Ye Yichuan is a direct disciple of the Twelve Swords, and he has three hundred Qilei swords.
Lu Zhuang is a direct disciple of Six Swords, and he has 500 sword soldiers.
There is a huge disparity in power between the two. In this ambush, without the clear sword intent given by the sword master Yu, Ye Yichuan would not have been able to retrieve Lu Zhuang's head unscathed.
Sword Master Yu's eyes were as cold as the wind on a snowy cliff, bone-chilling: "Luzhuang, did you really appear in the Dharma Realm of Changqing Pavilion?"
Ye Yichuan fell silent. Veins bulged on the back of the hand holding his head. It was obvious that his inner mood was far from as calm as it appeared.
There is a 'taboo' sealed in the realm of Evergreen Pavilion. In the Tianxi Sword Sect, not many people know about that 'taboo'.
As a direct disciple, Lu Zhuang's appearance here was obviously not what Ye Yichuan expected.
In the morning, a snowy rain fell in the mountains, and there was chaos in Sword Master Yu's eyes: "After all, if you have a fight with Luzhuang's friend, even if he rebels against the Tianxi, I allow you to bury his body in the ground.
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"Kowtow to the sect master for your success!" Ye Yichuan kowtowed heavily on the ground and said: "Sect master, this disciple has one more unkind request, and I hope the sect master will approve it."
Sword Master Yu Dan said: "Do you hope that I will forgive the five hundred sword soldiers under Lu Zhuang?"
Ye Yichuan buried his head and said in a deep voice: "What Lu Zhuang did by one person will not cause as much harm as five hundred swordsmen. I hope the sect master can treat it leniently."
Sword Master Yu's ten slender fingers were intertwined and placed on his lap. The expression on his face was not indifferent, but only an absolute calmness in analyzing the situation.
Absolutely calm, it can also be said to be inhumane and ruthless.
"Lü Zhuang has been lurking in the Tianxi Sword Sect for so many years. He alone would never be able to hide himself so successfully. So can you be sure that the five hundred swordsmen he implicated are all innocent?"
Ye Yichuan's face turned pale, and he bit his lips until a streak of blood came out. His voice was hoarse: "Does the sect master want to say that you would rather kill someone wrong than let him go?"
Sword Master Yu took a deep breath and said: "As the sect master, I will never tolerate traitors, but I will not let my disciples be wronged for no reason.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yi Chuan, you will keep these five hundred people to death for me. Now that Lu Zhuang has been executed, if he really has an invisible person under his command,
Ditch rats, you must get rid of them for me!"
Although Ye Yichuan got the result he wanted and saved the five hundred ghost soldiers for the time being, when he looked at the man in front of him with a majestic expression, his whole body exuded a kind of indifferent indifference.
This slowly sent a chill down his spine.
The sect leader said that the five hundred disciples would be thoroughly investigated and targeted to death. He openly suspected that there were traitors in those You soldiers who were colluding with Lu Zhuang.
But those swordsmen were just a group of inner disciples, how could they attract so much attention from the sect leader.
In other words, what he really suspected was not Lu Zhuang's direct subordinate You Bing, but the one who had gone up...
Ye Yichuan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly suppressed the terrible thought in his heart. He glanced at Sword Master Yu with a complicated expression and resigned.
Shortly after Ye Yichuan left, another figure appeared on the cliff.
The eldest princess of Qin State, Zhao Wenjun, stood not far away and looked at him quietly. The cloak draped on her shoulders was fluttering in the mountain breeze, but her black hair was not floating freely in the mountain snow like splashing ink in the past.
"Lu Zhuang belongs to Ji Pei."
And Ji Pei came from the Zhongyou Dynasty, that woman was once the most loyal minister.
He has enough reasons to rebel.
In front of Jian Zhuyu, she seemed to always be so outspoken.
Because of the heavy snow and rain, the early morning light gradually dimmed, and the sky returned to the gray color of the Tianshan Mountains. Sword Master Yu's eyes shone with an unknown light.
He was quiet for a long time, and finally said: "Wenjun, help me check Ji Pei." If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.