Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 138

Meng Xueli slept peacefully in the arms of the companions, breathing evenly.

Before Ji Xiao left, she left a sword spirit on the head of the bed, with no sharpness at all, just like the warm wind of Changchun Peak, guarding Meng Xueli’s sweet dream.

In the summer of Fengyue City, the day is sunny and hot, and showers come and go at night.

After drizzle, the air is fresh, the clouds are clear, and the moonlight is particularly clear, like mercury pouring into the ground. Insects reverberated among the bamboo forests to restore the denseness before the rain.

Ji Xiao walked out of the Zhuli Pavilion, the moonlight was full of arms, and the rain of grass leaves wet the hem of his robe. I stepped on the water and there was no sound. When I walked the winding path, none of the Ming insects were disturbed. He seemed to be integrated into the bamboo forest in some wonderful way.

At the end of the bamboo forest, in the courtyard behind the building, there are two demon servants lighting up the night.

Suddenly a squint squinted and asked his companion: “Did you see that a white shadow flashed over?”

“You’re dizzy, the wind blows down.” Another demon pointed to the top of his head.

In the cool breeze after the rain, the tall magnolia tree swayed, and huge, white petals swirled down.

The lantern servant looked up, staring blankly at the dancing and falling flowers: “… Is it the wind.”

Ji Xiao walked through the courtyard and walked into the lobby of “Red Drunken Dream House”. As if entering a no-man’s land, the singing and dancing in the hall were still noisy, the golden millet condensed in the air, and the silver flowers shined at night. Thousands of lanterns on the street outside the building are like daylight, and group monsters laugh and laugh. The atmosphere of Ji Xiao’s body became more and more rounded, as if integrated with the whole street.

Outside Huajie Liuxiang, Fengyue City is sleeping soundly, and the house is closed, like another world.

From time to time, several teams of night-watching demon soldiers walked on the street, with armor and flaming torches. The Ten Thousand Monsters Conference is approaching, and the Guiyang Tower Sin Demon is still absconding, which makes the city guards increasingly anxious. At special moments, the big demon can continue to have fun, but the little demon will never wander late at night, so as not to become a suspicious object of investigation.

The avenue was empty, trees and shadows whirling beside the road, and lanterns shaking under the eaves. Ji Xiao walked alone and walked slowly.

A vigilant night-watching demon soldier approached him, passing by him, walking hurriedly, blindly as if passing a tree.

After the rain, the stone slabs were still wet, and the moonlight shone, and a layer of silvery white water glowed. The temperature is not cold or hot, it is very suitable for shopping.

Ji Xiao in the previous life had almost no leisure time or leisure time for shopping late at night. His sense of existence is too strong, the world avoids him, the wind and snow also avoid him. Once again, I learn more about being with the light and melting into the world.

In the way of the demon world, he stood behind Meng Xueli and quietly guided the other party, such as the spring wind turning into rain, and the wet things were silent.

For Ji Xiao, of course, there is a simpler and more direct way, but the Taoist companions are not together in the morning and evening joy, the Taoist companions are to fly together. It’s about Meng Xueli’s journey. He is willing to use more patience and care to let Meng Xueli open his heart, but he is grieving. The current results are acceptable and not unexpected.

Fang Caiji Xiao asked Meng Xueli, “You went into Fengyue City and watched all the way, how do you feel?” Meng Xueli’s answer was very long, mostly out of understanding the city builders. Ji Xiao does not know Lingshan, if he wants to see Fengyue City, he really needs to “see”: look at the outline of the building, the face of the demons, go to stay in the night breeze, the brightness of the moonlight. Different angles, different eyesight, naturally different things.

All living and non-living things in the city have built this city together and decided on the trajectory of the heavens, earth, and earth here.

When the spiritual knowledge of the practitioner reaches a certain level, it can spy on this invisible trajectory, which is also called the “Aura Line.”

So in the eyes of Ji Xiao, the colors of the flowers and trees, pavilions and pavilions gradually faded and became transparent, as if the pieces of glass were penetrated by the moonlight, leaving only a faint shadow.

Instead, countless aura lines covering it gradually became clear. They are not disorderly, but they are staggered, changed, and extended in strict accordance with a certain rule, and they are woven into a large network.

As far as the eye can see, the world is abstracted into clear lines, as if the mist is swept away, and the real flower after seeing the mist.

Ji Xiao frowned slightly. Fengyue City really is not right. An overly organized aura line, like Changchun Peak’s “Eternal Changchun Formation”, is the result of careful carving.

It shows that Fengyue City is also buried in a large formation.

The formation method is a creation of human races, and the demon races are not good at it, let alone bury such a complicated and precise large formation. Who has such a skill in the world to teach the new demon king to set up an array?

When Ji Xiao remembered that in the secret of the Hanhai, Meng Xueli led a group of young disciples to meditate and break through the patio of the Central City. It coincided with the worship of the Huai Shui Zhou family and the monks of Mingyue Lake disguised as camouflage, and they wanted to capture Meng Xueli for the public trial. They claimed that the real person of Taiheng got the artifact “mirror mirror”, which can reflect the shadow of the soul and prove Meng Xue. There is a demon … but then a dogfight, not to mention it.

There are photo mirrors from the monster world, the trapped demon chain on the second floor of the monster tower in the monster world, and the grand formation of Fengyue City.

The two realms are separated by 180,000 miles, but the world can be beaded like a string and connected together.

Ji Xiao sighed. On the surface, King Lingshan traded with the Qing people, sent them to the magic weapon and formation, and helped Lingshan consolidate the throne. In return, Lingshan loaned the demon clan artifact “zhaoying mirror” to Guiqing, and Guiqing transferred it to Taiheng. To help it subvert Hanshan.

Tai Heng thinks that he is well-planned, but he is a chess player, and Gui Qing thinks he is a chess player, but he wonders if there is a bigger chess board.

Ji Xiao had to think more. It is easy to think about one more step. After all, there are only two saints in the world. Guiqing lived a long life, and his old tricks were good, but deduced together, Hu’s attainments were higher.

Ji Xiao raised his eyes, and the thousands of aura lines converged toward the battlefield, which was the most central and domed palace in Fengyue City.

…

The palace mural has been completed. King Lingshan personally, from the design drawings to the writing, a three-year project, is a magnificent work that has never been in the demon world.

Under the jumping candlelight, the flocks of demons with different shapes and open claws seemed to be living creatures, which were frozen in the walls.

The gentle and melancholic court painter, and the lively and lovely Luan bird demon Bingzhu look at the painting.

No matter how many times I watched it, the Luan Bird was deeply shocked, and couldn’t help but feel sorry, she asked: “Will you draw mink again?”

“Yes.” The painter smiled. “My friend is also coming to the Wanxian Conference.”

Meng Xueli’s whereabouts were originally under his control, but suddenly he lost clues, as if he was given instructions from others. The monster soldiers couldn’t find it, only the bones of the eagle under the cliff of Heishan. Lingshan was so annoyed that he thought about it and thought it was interesting, and he looked forward to meeting Meng Xueli again.

Luan Bird knows that the past friend of the painter was the ferret in the “Snow Mountain Starry Night Map”. She sincerely wishes: “I hope you can be reconciled.”

The painter shook his head: “Maybe he has new friends, better than me.”

Luan bird thought without hesitation: “Only this good painting is full of paper, who is better than you in the world?”

The painter smiled: “Thank you.”

The answer is good, I will not eat her tonight, and let her live another night.

“Thousands of dollars are easy to ask for, and confidantes are rare.” Lingshan thought, except for me and Meng Xueli, the demon were all simple-minded, stupid, and stupid. If Meng Xueli died, how lonely I should be.

Luan Bird mistakenly thought that the beautiful painter boasted that he was his “confidante”, and suddenly blushed and lowered his head in a panic.

Lingshan wants everything. With the power to dominate the demon, I began to miss the brothers who had the same spirit; I wanted to warm the friendship of the demon heart, but felt that the demon were not worthy of being his friend.

He believes that he is the highest spirit of the demon race, and he deserves everything.

…

At dawn, Hualou’s feast began, and Ji Xiao returned to the Zhuli Pavilion.

He spread paper and ink before the case and drew the spirit line of Fengyue City.

After the painting, the Taoist companion is still asleep, and there is still ink in the inkstone.

Ji Xiao thought about it, changed a piece of paper, few strokes, and sketched out a new painting——

A small white mink lay supine in the stacked brocade chiffon, with four claws wide, his belly unprotected and his posture relaxed. The sky is unclear and the light in the room is dim. The morning light shines through the bamboo sea outside the window, and only the sleeping mink is illuminated.

With all his enthusiasm, he left the case and turned to the small coffee table in the hall to peel the pine nuts for the buddies.

Meng Xueli woke up without seeing the silhouette of Ji Xiao, but felt the breath of Ji Xiao, smelled the fragrance of pine nuts, and settled down.

He stayed in his cloak, went to seek a mate, and passed the book case. Yu Guang saw the paper on the case.

The brush is simple to touch, casual, and extremely vivid. Meng Xueli stared at the painting, as if seeing Xiao Min tilting his head to avoid light in his sleep, and moving the tender mink ears.

His cheeks were red and he carefully rolled up the drawing paper and put it in his sleeve.

Below the picture of the ferret, another piece of paper was exposed, covered with extremely fine, complex and smooth lines, and no ink marks were seen on the pen, as if every line was measured with a ruler.

Meng Xueli looked closely, his eyes were drawn by the lines, and a subtle feeling appeared in his heart.

“See what?” Ji Xiao was standing behind him sometime.

Meng Xueli looked back and smiled: “I see that you are in a good mood today. Jianzun Mobao is rare. I put it away, and I have the opportunity to go to” Hengtongjuyuan “to exchange money.”