Chapter 149: Tracing back to whereabouts
Purple light broke through the water and rose. Jing Xingchen stepped on the Star-Shattering Sword and was in front of several people in an instant. He glanced at Holy Son Bailu and said, "Where are the other members of the Holy Sect?"
Pouting in the direction of the golden-red hall next to him, Bai Lu showed a rare hint of teasing on his handsome face: "If you come later, I'm afraid there will be nothing left."
The golden-red light shield had already been gradually shrinking unknowingly, and now it had shrunk to a few feet around the main hall. Obviously, if you don't go in, the door of the hall will be completely closed until someone officially obtains Hanshui Yuanjun. This water system inheritance will be opened again.
Yan Wuji rose up on the demonic cloud. Although there was not much change from before, if you look carefully, you can still find a faint look of embarrassment on his face.
"Your star-twisting magical power..." Yan Wuji hesitated.
After glancing at him, Jing Xingchen did not answer, but turned to look at Jian Liangbi and the others, and said, "Go in, the test process of Yuanjun's inheritance will be a good experience for you and others."
"Yes, Uncle Jing." Jian Liangbi took Luo Hongying and entered first into the golden-red light shield that had shrunk to the front of the palace door.
He Junyu, Xu Disheng, Li Cangyun and others also saluted Jing Xingchen and entered the scope of the light barrier.
After a moment, the golden-red light shield completely retracted into the main hall. As the door of the hall closed, the huge Datong Water Mansion fell into silence again.
"Why, you disciples of the Shangqing Holy Sect, when you see the Holy Son in the sect, you turn a blind eye and have no etiquette?" Yan Wuji was a little embarrassed just now, and now he glanced at Xu Di who finally entered the Shui Mansion. Sheng and others spoke deliberately.
"So what? In our Holy Sect, there are many people who have been awarded the title of Holy Son. If everyone has to salute, then don't do anything all day long, don't practice, just keep saluting." Before Bai Lu opened his mouth, Jing Xingchen said coldly.
Just now, he was suppressed by Jing Xingchen, and now he was choked back by a word. Yan Wuji snorted lightly, no longer looking for trouble, but looked at the Datong Water Mansion, wondering what he was thinking.
"Senior Brother Jing, if we have something to do here, then Junior Sister will go first." Bian Hongyu held up a lotus flower magic weapon and spoke softly.
Jing Xingchen took a deep look at her and said, "Go ahead and remember to be careful."
"Junior sister knows." Bian Hongyu bowed slightly to Holy Son Bailu again, then turned around and drove away with the lotus magic weapon.
Seeing that the direction he was leaving turned out to be the origin of this tributary of swamp water, where countless monsters gathered, Hong Zhao was a little surprised and said: "Is this Bian Hongyu from the Mingxin Mountains?"
"Not bad." Jing Xingchen looked a little complicated.
"Even though we are far away in the ancient Wa Emperor Sect, we have heard about this proud woman." Hong Zhao seemed to suddenly remember something and glanced sideways at Holy Son Bai Lu, "Bai Lu, I have never heard of it in these decades. Have you ever had any Taoist companions, and you didn’t even have a maid, don’t you think it’s boring?”
Yan Wuji also looked over. Although Holy Son Bailu rose to fame fifty years ago and attracted the admiration of countless women, he had never had any Taoist companions, and he had never even been close to women. He was considered a member of the Shangqing Holy Sect. Strange things.
The white deer did not speak, but looked at the endless water flow in the swamp. There were pieces of water on it that disappeared and started again, seemingly endless.
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"What are you doing? I'm busy! I'm so annoyed!" The young man pushed the girl's hand away impatiently and continued to carve the wooden sculpture in his hand.
Several carefully chopped pieces of fruit were knocked to the ground, and the sound of the wooden plate clattering to the ground did not attract the boy's attention at all.
Squatting down, his white and slender hands picked up the dusty fruits one by one, put them back into the wooden plate, and walked out gently.
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"You have been carving for a long time. Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest? People around the county like your wood carvings very much. At noon, someone even sent a deposit of ten taels of gold!" The girl held her chin with her two small hands. His face was filled with pride, as if he was proud of the boy.
"Can you please stop talking while I'm carving? If you want this gold, take it. You know I'm never short of money." The young man blew the sawdust gently, glanced at the exquisite wood carving in his hand, and spoke casually. road.
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"Hey, my father came to see me today and said that I was sixteen years old and that I was old enough to get married." Her delicate little face was slightly flushed, which made her look even more pretty.
"Ah?" The young man raised his head blankly.
"Humph, I won't tell you anymore!"
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"I like this poem so much. Can I read it to you?"
"Then read quickly!" The young man was still a little impatient, focusing entirely on the carving knife in his hand.
"The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost. The so-called love is on the side of the water." The girl picked up a very simple wooden carving at the bottom of the boy's desk, with a smile on her little face, "The journey back is long and difficult. The journey back is long. Of……"
"Huh? Why don't you read it?" The young man put down the wooden sculpture in his hand for the first time, raised his head slightly, and looked at the girl intently with his extremely beautiful bright starry eyes.
His face turned red, he raised the wood carving in his hand and said, "Do you still remember when this wood carving was carved?"
"I sculpted it for the first time a few years ago, right? It seems to be based on you?" The young man was a little unsure.
"Yes." The girl's face turned red. "The last sentence of that poem is, swim back and follow it, wandering in the middle of the water."
The young man lowered his head again and picked up the carving knife: "I know."
"Then let's make an agreement, okay?"
"Um?"
"In private, I call you Bai Lu, and you call me Jian Jia, okay?"
"……childish."
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"Do you want to marry me or not?" The girl mustered up her courage, took the wood carving from the boy's hand, and asked with a blushing face.
"When did I say I wanted to marry you?"
Her eyes dimmed for a moment, and the girl looked at the boy again: "I understand."
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"I'm getting married."
"knew."
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His mind was empty, and something seemed to be missing in the room. The young man pushed away the pile of wooden sculptures in front of him irritably, and stared blankly at the table in front of him.
The wooden tray that was always filled with fruits in the past has become a little dusty.
And the ink marks on the inkstone where I practice calligraphy in my spare time have long since dried.
"Are you tired? I'll help
You rubbed your fingers. "
"In recent days, many people have come to my house to propose marriage, and they are really annoying."
There were faint bursts of sweet girlish laughter in my ears.
In a daze, the girl who was studying ink with bare hands and smiling coquettishly was no longer seen.
Unknowingly, I actually...
"Jianjia?"
The young man murmured to himself, but still picked up the wooden sculpture on the ground and tried to immerse himself in it.
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"Ah!" He irritably swept away everything on the table, letting the wood carvings and gold and silver collide with each other on the ground, making a dull sound.
"Jianjia, where are you..."
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"Jianjia..."
Helplessly leaning on the edge of the cave, letting his tears flow silently, and letting the deepest emotions in his heart surge, the young man murmured: "The floating clouds reveal the dew, covering the deer to find bananas. Then I will listen to you, and from now on I will be called White Deer." ”
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More than a hundred years have passed, and it seems like a world away. Holy Son Bailu withdrew his eyes from looking at the water and said softly: "Master has already issued an order to marry the direct granddaughter of Lord Hongzhen Yuan in five years."
Hong Zhao was a little strange. He always felt that Bai Lu had undergone some kind of change in this short period of time. He and Jing Xingchen looked at each other and saw some doubts in the other's eyes.
Yan Wuji was not as attentive as the two of them. He just smiled and said: "That's a good thing. I heard that Lord Hongzhen Yuan is extremely wealthy. When you get married, I will bring more people with me to take advantage of him."
Bai Lu patted his shoulder, gave him a rare toothy smile, and said, "Yes."
Without looking at Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen, they swept up in front of a few people and got into the white carriage. Countless silver lights shone down, and four snow-white spirit beasts roared loudly. The luxurious carriage passed by a dazzling silver light and gradually disappeared. Among the clouds and mist in the sky.
"Why did this guy suddenly become so strange?" Yan Wuji looked at the silver light in the distance and wondered to himself, but what he received was the silence of Hong Zhao and Jing Xingchen.
In the illusion of Taiqing, Bailu and Hongzhao Yan Wuji had experienced life and death together. Although they belonged to the Shangqing Holy Sect and the Wahuang Ancient Sect respectively, and their races were different, they both had an unknown tacit understanding.
After a moment of silence, Hong Zhao shook his head and said, "He's just a sad person."
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(Author's note: Before I knew it, two months had passed, and 350,000 words could barely describe the beginning. Since ancient times, the moon has waxed and waned, although this book is not as noble and deserted as the moon. It's cold, but you can never escape this law among all things. These days, your grades are very poor, and there are only a few readers to accompany you. The author is not afraid of not making money, nor is he afraid of being scolded, but he is afraid of being silent and afraid of being scolded. Returned to silence. I once promised readers that I would not stop updating for a day, regardless of wind or rain. I did it, and persisted for more than sixty consecutive days. However, no one knows what the meaning of this persistence is, and the author does not know. I don’t know how long I can hold on, and I don’t know...if I can hold on anymore. I can only rely on the encouragement of a few readers every day and move forward silently. Still grateful. Still grateful to the few readers who have always supported the author. Still grateful. It has been on the shelves for a few days, and the price of about 10 cents per chapter will still dissuade some genuine readers. The author can understand this. The author still hopes that the beauty of the world will be with you.)