Qingyun's junior uncle chose to stay temporarily, and many people from Shuiyue Sword Sect and Hengdao Sect naturally would not be in a hurry to leave.
As the saying goes, the tower near the water first gets the moon. To them, this place is undoubtedly that tower, Qingyun's little uncle, and the bright moon that shines on the world.
Of course, the word "Deyue" seems too greedy, and it is difficult for them to really form a deep friendship with their junior uncle. But in their opinion, if they can talk a few more words with their junior uncle Qingyun,
It's always a good thing to look familiar.
Therefore, when Shen Lang walked towards the backyard of the ancient auction house with the old man with black beard, they naturally followed him. The backyard was open to guests anyway, and staying one more night would not cost a few dollars.
money.
"Then let's..." All the Lingyun disciples looked embarrassed, not knowing whether to stay or go, so they could only look at Taoist Cang Jie with innocent eyes.
Taoist Cang Jie's face was as pale as paper, and the unconcealed hatred in his heart almost burst his chest. The murderous intention in his heart could be seen even more clearly.
But he knew very well that the murderous intention towards Junior Master Qingyun should not be revealed in front of ordinary disciples. Moreover, with Xue Linglan here, he was not qualified to make any decisions, so he could only turn his attention to Xue Linglan.
Linglan.
"Stay here first." Xue Linglan's voice was as cold as ever, and there was no wave in her expression.
"Stay?" Taoist Cang Jie was slightly stunned. Looking at the darkening sky, he seemed to have thought of something. He couldn't help but look slightly happy and echoed: "Yes! Stay first."
Of course, leaving means breaking your teeth and swallowing it in your stomach, while staying, of course, means tolerating it for the time being and then waiting for the opportunity...
Qingyun's junior uncle has a special status. Of course, no one dares to touch him in broad daylight. But if it's dark and windy at night and no one is around, then...who cares what his status is!
However, just when Taoist Cang Jie thought he had guessed Xue Linglan's thoughts and wanted to plot something with her, Xue Linglan's figure floated up and went straight to the depths of the peach forest.
"Lord!" Taoist Cang Jie looked at her in confusion.
Xue Linglan did not look back, nor did she answer whether she wanted to be quiet or walk around. She just silently stepped into the darkness ahead, leaving only a lonely figure behind for everyone...
I don’t know how deep the dark jungle is, and how deep the memory of 30,000 years ago is. She stepped through the peach forest in the night, and stepped into the bloody storm and corpses on the ground where she walked with someone in her memory. In the Shura field,
The vows made between life and death are so unforgettable...
She had thought of those images countless times. On the devastated battlefield, where the sky was raging with war, he was stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds, holding the unparalleled sword. She also held the sword in her hand, and walked through the flames of war side by side with him, calming down the war.
The world, then hold hands and embrace each other...
The world was at peace, and in the Haotian Temple, he and she were worshiped by thousands of people. Under the radiance of Haotian's light, he and her made a lifelong commitment. In her free time, she accompanied him to bathe in the Tianhe River, just like
A mandarin duck in love. When they were in love, she and he used the sky as their quilt and the clouds as their bed. How comfortable and unrestrained it was.
However, at this moment, everything was in vain. Those beautiful things were so far away and so out of reach...
"Why? I just want to go back to the past, what's wrong!" Xue Linglan suddenly drew her sword and slashed towards the coniferous forest ahead.
Far away from the peach grove, far away from the ancient auction house, far away from the crowd and the hustle and bustle, she vented her anguish without restraint.
The shadow of the sword fell, and the ancient coniferous forests that had grown for hundreds of years fell to the ground one after another. The dense and tough needles flew and flew under the raging force of the sword. I don't know how many birds were scared away and how many were injured.
of birds.
Suddenly, a needle as thin as a silver needle flew towards Xue Linglan, and inadvertently cut her cheek that could be broken by a blow. Dark red blood fell down along her eyelids. She no longer knew whether it was blood or blood.
tear.
At this moment, when countless birds were flying away, a group of black crows came back, and a figure wrapped in a black robe appeared in front of Xue Linglan in the moonlight. The black robe was black.
So pure, even though she was riding in the moonlight, the moonlight could hardly leave even a ray of light on her body.
"I didn't expect that the Nine Heavens Goddess would have such a pitiful and fragile side." The woman in black robe said in a cold voice, with a hint of mockery.
The small wound on Xue Linglan's cheek disappeared as her eyes trembled. Her expression was as cold and noble as usual. She looked at the woman in black robe in front of her and said: "I didn't expect that the saint of the Demon Sect would not hide behind
Dare to show up here in the dark."
The Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect looked at the night and said: "Unfortunately, it happens to be dark now, and this is an even darker place."
Xue Linglan seemed to understand something, and glanced at the irreversible darkness in the distance. This place was the ancient auction house, and the forest behind the ancient auction house was the wild forest, which was far away from the forbidden area of the ancient tribe.
The earth is very close.
The predecessor of the Wilderness Ancient Clan was the Demon Sect, so it is not an exaggeration at all for the Demon Sect’s saintess Leng Yanji to say that this is the Demon Sect’s territory.
But even so, Xue Linglan still didn't panic, but said impatiently: "Why did you come to me again?"
Yes, this is not the first time she has met Leng Yanji. Seriously, this should be the third time.
"I think you will agree to my request this time." Leng Yanji said.
"Good and evil cannot coexist." Xue Linglan's attitude was as firm as the previous two times.
"Good devil?" Leng Yanji laughed: "They are just code names. If it were the era of divine radiance 30,000 years ago, the killings caused by the Haotian Daomen representing the gods in order to unify the continent would be incomparable.
When the demon sect was prevalent ten thousand years ago, there were very few murders. I believe these things, and you who have awakened the bloodline of the goddess know better than me."
Xue Linglan still didn't say anything. It was just a matter of success and failure. Whether it was the era when the gods were shining, the demon sect was prevalent, or the righteous path was prevalent now, there was actually no big difference.
"Of course, I'm not here to discuss history with you today." Leng Yanji continued: "I just want to tell you that maybe I have a way to get the owner of the Sunlight Sword to return to you."
There was a trace of hesitation in Xue Linglan's expression: "It seems that you have quite a lot of spies in the world. You know so many things in such a short period of time."
"The meeting between Yaori and Cong Yun is such an amazing thing, how could I not know about it?" Leng Yanji said.
Xue Linglan said coldly: "But I still feel that making a deal with the devil is a very dangerous thing."
Leng Yanji smiled and said: "For me, making a deal with the goddess is also a very dangerous thing."
The night was quiet, and the goddess, who represented the light and the sacred, and the demon sect's saint, who represented the darkness, had their first secret conversation under the moonlit night.
It was also the first time in tens of millions of years of reincarnation that the two had a willingness to cooperate. So the so-called good and evil were not mutually exclusive, and the simple fate of darkness and light fighting against each other on the continent took its first turn...
.
...
At the same time, the old man with black beard had just been greeted in an elegant and quiet courtyard. When he heard the first sentence, he suddenly showed an expression of astonishment.
"What? In the past half month, the ancient tribe of the wilderness has consumed a trillion yuan of wealth? What happened?"