I'm afraid of myself
Chapter 88 The Color of the World
When Jia Kexin was brought up by the wind, the scene was once so weird that he wanted to turn around and run, surrounded by birds, plums, and turbulent dark waves among people, not to mention, it was quite elegant.
He Jinyang withdrew his dark gaze and felt that he was really stupid. Although the bird was a bird, it was not an oriole or an egret, the slanting light of inspiration in the poems, and the plum tree was not a noble flower with snow falling and red plum bones. I am willing to step on the snow to find plum blossoms, but I will not be a poet who occasionally sees birds crossing the lonely sky... In short, I will re-understand it and save my world view.
The big black bird seems to be disgusted by the wind. It is ugly, black, and has no blood origin, but He Jinyang thinks that if the black feathers spread their wings, it will reflect a strange purple-like fluorescence against the skylight. It is also heart-wrenching. The color is beautiful, he just believes that this bird of unknown origin has the arrogance that is not inferior to the spiritual bird Caifeng, and the dark red pupils flashed a few streamers from time to time, and there is a kind of majesty and coldness that shocks people's hearts.
In all fairness, birds are not beautiful, but they are very tender in the hearts of their owners.
Without hesitation, he praised the bird master from the bottom of his heart, and He Jinyang's attention turned to Ji Wuxia's blood-sucking plum blossom.
In fact, he doesn't need to say anything, Ji Wuxia's body is the epitome of death.
The black jade-like branches have no plant characteristics at all, and the petals are crystal clear and contain serum, which makes people wonder how many bones are buried under the roots of the tree.
I believe that no matter how romantic a poet is trapped by flowers and trees, at the moment of life and death, he will not be able to write a poem beginning with Yongmei.
Elegant on the outside, cruel on the inside, Ji Wuxia, who is completely dark to the core, wouldn't mind missing a few lines of sour poetry before eating.
And He Jinyang wondered, maybe he would have a better appetite this way?
He Jinyang, who studied flowers and birds since ancient times, was distracted by Jia Kexin's movements, and the other party was sticking tightly to the door, as if he was going to disguise himself as a paper mural. For a moment, I felt fortunate that I blocked the escape route first.
Jia Ke's heart seemed to be crying but not crying, and the fingers pointing at Ji Wuxia were trembling.
"Meimeimeimei Xue Emperor! You, why are you here?"
Ji Wuxia raised his eyebrows, swept his whole body in a funny way, then fixed his expression on something and looked towards He Jinyang.
"Do you see it?"
He Jinyang pretended to be indifferent to the beauty in front of him, and asked calmly, "What do you see?"
Ji Wuxia smiled on the spot: "In terms of pretending, you are still too tender, and I will not waste time with you. If you agree to this little guy named Jia Kexin, the benefits of Shuiruogong will be indispensable to you." .”
He Jinyang looked at Jia Ke's heart carefully following his words, and the trembling and terrified look of the other party did not seem to be hypocritical, so he really couldn't figure out the meaning of Ji Wuxia, so he could only ask the question from the superficial meaning of this sentence: "I am I meant to accept him, but what's the matter with you? Didn't you still look like you didn't know why just now?"
Ji Wuxia squeezed her eyes: "Of course it's because I saw that thing." Yubai pointed at the disc-shaped bronze ornament on Jia Kexin's waist.
He Jinyang asked modestly: "What do you mean?"
Ji Wuxia didn't answer anymore, but He Jinyang felt that he was looking forward to some development that he didn't know.
Paying attention to this, he said to Jia Kexin who was crying in the wind, "Emperor Meixue is my guest, if you want to stay, then you don't need to be afraid of him."
Jia Kexin was slandering Feng Chuixi for not telling him about this important event, causing him to fall into the trap foolishly, but when he heard He Jinyang's words, his first reaction was the same as that of all ordinary people who have heard of the reputation of the devil emperor. Taking a cold breath, he stared at He Jinyang in horror, as if to say, your fate is really great!
He Jinyang: "..." I couldn't help but pull Ji Wuxia, "Is your reputation so terrible?"
Ji Wuxia squinted and hummed softly at the corner of the fur coat he twisted.
It was Jia Kexin who responded instead of him. He shivered and recounted all the "good things" that Emperor Mei Xue had done for thousands of years. He knew more than Feng Chuixi and the others. Hear about your history.
Because of this novelty, Ji Wuxia spoke to someone she had never admired for the first time: "How do you know such details?"
Facing Jia Ke's fearful eyes, Ji Wuxia rested her hand on her chin, revealing a white wrist that was almost glowing.
"Don't worry, I'm just curious, you can speak with confidence."
Jia Kexin looked at him carefully, and after confirming that the other party was serious, Fang Qiyi slowly explained: "In the palace... there is a handwritten book that records the people who have never been messed with in the world, and you... Emperor Zun, you appear on it. All Shuiruo Palace disciples must memorize this book backwards if they want to go out to practice, and the elders in the palace must confirm it repeatedly."
"Oh?" Ji Wuxia elongated her voice, her expression full of deep meaning: "It's your style."
Seeing this expression, Jia Ke's heart softened, and he almost knelt down on the spot, but Feng Chuxi who couldn't bear to look directly at the side helped him to save himself from making a fool of himself.
Now that He Jinyang has learned so much secret information about Ji Wuxia, it's rare for him to understand the nervousness of Feng Fuxi, Leng Baijun and the others when they first met Ji Wuxia.
Anyone who gets along with a big scourge day and night will have an overreaction.
He has to reflect on this point, because he is not considerate enough.
Feng Chuixi didn't know that his image in He Jinyang's heart had suddenly turned into a sensitive and cute little one, so he was busy trying to calm Jia Kexin down.
Feng Fuxi: "Anxin, Anxin, he is with us now, and he will be with you soon."
Jia Kexin: "But!"
Feng Fuxi categorically refused to listen to his ink marks, and directly changed the topic to the serious business.
"Do you remember what you came here for?"
Jia Ke suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, I'm here to ask for protection."
"That's right!" Feng Chuixi pushed the man's back and sent him to the front, "What should you say now?"
Jia Ke's bewildered eyes scanned the faces with different expressions, and he found a thigh and hugged it without hesitation.
"Master, help me!!! I'm going to be sent out by my senior brother to kill me!!!!"
"..."
He Jinyang, who was hugged by his thigh, didn't have any room for wild thoughts at this moment, and his usual dual-purpose skills couldn't help him. He lifted him up expressionlessly in the sight of everyone watching the show.
He Jinyang: "Speak well!"
Jia Kexin grabbed his sleeves and wiped the tears that fell out of "Pu Pu", "Hey, it's too scary to kill each other. Boss, I want to mess with you!"
In fact, as soon as he came in, he recognized He Jinyang as the awesome person in the Xianjue Conference who dared to confront Emperor Mei Xue head-on. At this moment, he immediately gave up his integrity and knelt down without hesitation.
He articulated clearly how his senior brother treated him cruelly, it was difficult for him to perform such sharp operations while crying.
Everyone who heard the whole story was silent, and they didn't know how to evaluate the Shuiruogong sect at all.
Feng Chuixi patted his dog's head and asked, "In this case, you can stay." He believed that He Jinyang would not give up on this unlucky boy.
He Jinyang didn't say anything as he thought, and Jia Kexin, who was taken in, quickly forgot about the fact that Emperor Meixue, who was afraid of dying just now, was here. Hearing Xiang Siyu and the others ask about the handwriting When working, he didn't hide anything, and his expression was straightforward.
Jia Kexin: "It's something written by the seniors in the palace, and it will be re-edited every millennium, mainly adding and removing dead characters, so if you ask how many people are there, I can say, I don't. I know, although I have memorized them all, but to clarify the number of people, no one knows unless it is the editor who has been writing for thousands of years."
A group of little bumpkins from the Southern Territory nodded foolishly.
Xiang Siyu is purely curious, and Tian Nan is to find out the forces outside Shanhai City. He has heard the name Shui Ruo Gong before. The strong man who can make such a group of madmen retreat is also worthy of being recorded by their monster race. some.
Kunpeng, who was soaked in the blisters, lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the serious Tiannan, and rolled his eyes silently.
Tiannan is good at everything, but sometimes he likes to think too much, isn't it good to learn from the silly and sweet mountain master?
But thinking this way, he immediately noticed the curiosity in Xiang Siyu's eyes.
Kunpeng:"……"
Well, I hope that the mountain master can forget about this matter after going back, otherwise, the female mirage who loves her cubs to the point of madness may really run into the Shuiruo Palace and fight against dozens of powerful magicians, just to get back her child's beloved. Toy.
Turning over, the ancient monster fell into a deep sleep again.
Today's world is too cruel for them.
During the period when Kunpeng turned over, Xiang Siyu asked a question that made the hearts of the two of them thump.
The young Dragon Lord asked: "Xie Yanlai, Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, what is recorded in your book?"
At the mention of this name, Jia Ke shivered reflexively, but remembering that no one here would tell the great god what he said, he hesitated to say it amidst many curious eyes.
"The Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm is said to be the most beautiful devil emperor in the Devil's way. Someone with a good intention lists the beauties in the world, but they say that the beauty of the world is only in the Blood Color Heaven Realm, and the beauty of the world is only Yan Lai."
"Oh?" Xiang Siyu's eyes lit up, "And then? Then?"
Jia Ke was hesitant and didn't want to say more, but he couldn't help Xiang Siyu's face was good, and his heart was more like a teenager. Looking at him reminded him of those lawless little magic stars in the palace. Before he refused, he obediently recruited.
"The Devil Emperor didn't leave many legends back then, at least he was far behind the Emperor Mei Xue, but in terms of danger, he was ranked ahead of the Emperor by the seniors. I don't know the reason for this, but I want to be sure. There is a reason."
After he finished speaking, he stopped revealing the content about Xie Yanlai, no matter how intimidating and lure Xiang Siyu would not say.
Ji Wuxia and Xie Yanlai looked at each other while watching their quarrel, the latter turned his head away from the former's teasing.
A pair of eyes captures the interaction between a person and a bird, hidden in the bottom of the heart.
"Okay," He Jinyang said out loud not to allow Xiang Siyu to bully others, he said to Jia Kexin with a good temper: "I didn't have the chance to thank you just now, thank you for providing these magic weapons, they are exactly what we need now."
It seemed that Jia Kexin had never been thanked in such a serious manner, she blushed a little bit confused, and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no thanks, it's not mine anyway, it's good if you can help."
When he left Shuiruo Palace, the group of nephews in the palace stuffed him with a lot of good things, saying that they were for his self-defense.
Jia Ke knew that their sect was a well-known law cultivator, but it was a secret that everyone in the palace was a senior craftsman.
For example, the magic weapons he sent out are not considered top-notch, at most they are not effective, and of course he keeps the really good ones to save his life, but being thanked by He Jinyang like this makes him feel ashamed .
He Jinyang withdrew his dark gaze and felt that he was really stupid. Although the bird was a bird, it was not an oriole or an egret, the slanting light of inspiration in the poems, and the plum tree was not a noble flower with snow falling and red plum bones. I am willing to step on the snow to find plum blossoms, but I will not be a poet who occasionally sees birds crossing the lonely sky... In short, I will re-understand it and save my world view.
The big black bird seems to be disgusted by the wind. It is ugly, black, and has no blood origin, but He Jinyang thinks that if the black feathers spread their wings, it will reflect a strange purple-like fluorescence against the skylight. It is also heart-wrenching. The color is beautiful, he just believes that this bird of unknown origin has the arrogance that is not inferior to the spiritual bird Caifeng, and the dark red pupils flashed a few streamers from time to time, and there is a kind of majesty and coldness that shocks people's hearts.
In all fairness, birds are not beautiful, but they are very tender in the hearts of their owners.
Without hesitation, he praised the bird master from the bottom of his heart, and He Jinyang's attention turned to Ji Wuxia's blood-sucking plum blossom.
In fact, he doesn't need to say anything, Ji Wuxia's body is the epitome of death.
The black jade-like branches have no plant characteristics at all, and the petals are crystal clear and contain serum, which makes people wonder how many bones are buried under the roots of the tree.
I believe that no matter how romantic a poet is trapped by flowers and trees, at the moment of life and death, he will not be able to write a poem beginning with Yongmei.
Elegant on the outside, cruel on the inside, Ji Wuxia, who is completely dark to the core, wouldn't mind missing a few lines of sour poetry before eating.
And He Jinyang wondered, maybe he would have a better appetite this way?
He Jinyang, who studied flowers and birds since ancient times, was distracted by Jia Kexin's movements, and the other party was sticking tightly to the door, as if he was going to disguise himself as a paper mural. For a moment, I felt fortunate that I blocked the escape route first.
Jia Ke's heart seemed to be crying but not crying, and the fingers pointing at Ji Wuxia were trembling.
"Meimeimeimei Xue Emperor! You, why are you here?"
Ji Wuxia raised his eyebrows, swept his whole body in a funny way, then fixed his expression on something and looked towards He Jinyang.
"Do you see it?"
He Jinyang pretended to be indifferent to the beauty in front of him, and asked calmly, "What do you see?"
Ji Wuxia smiled on the spot: "In terms of pretending, you are still too tender, and I will not waste time with you. If you agree to this little guy named Jia Kexin, the benefits of Shuiruogong will be indispensable to you." .”
He Jinyang looked at Jia Ke's heart carefully following his words, and the trembling and terrified look of the other party did not seem to be hypocritical, so he really couldn't figure out the meaning of Ji Wuxia, so he could only ask the question from the superficial meaning of this sentence: "I am I meant to accept him, but what's the matter with you? Didn't you still look like you didn't know why just now?"
Ji Wuxia squeezed her eyes: "Of course it's because I saw that thing." Yubai pointed at the disc-shaped bronze ornament on Jia Kexin's waist.
He Jinyang asked modestly: "What do you mean?"
Ji Wuxia didn't answer anymore, but He Jinyang felt that he was looking forward to some development that he didn't know.
Paying attention to this, he said to Jia Kexin who was crying in the wind, "Emperor Meixue is my guest, if you want to stay, then you don't need to be afraid of him."
Jia Kexin was slandering Feng Chuixi for not telling him about this important event, causing him to fall into the trap foolishly, but when he heard He Jinyang's words, his first reaction was the same as that of all ordinary people who have heard of the reputation of the devil emperor. Taking a cold breath, he stared at He Jinyang in horror, as if to say, your fate is really great!
He Jinyang: "..." I couldn't help but pull Ji Wuxia, "Is your reputation so terrible?"
Ji Wuxia squinted and hummed softly at the corner of the fur coat he twisted.
It was Jia Kexin who responded instead of him. He shivered and recounted all the "good things" that Emperor Mei Xue had done for thousands of years. He knew more than Feng Chuixi and the others. Hear about your history.
Because of this novelty, Ji Wuxia spoke to someone she had never admired for the first time: "How do you know such details?"
Facing Jia Ke's fearful eyes, Ji Wuxia rested her hand on her chin, revealing a white wrist that was almost glowing.
"Don't worry, I'm just curious, you can speak with confidence."
Jia Kexin looked at him carefully, and after confirming that the other party was serious, Fang Qiyi slowly explained: "In the palace... there is a handwritten book that records the people who have never been messed with in the world, and you... Emperor Zun, you appear on it. All Shuiruo Palace disciples must memorize this book backwards if they want to go out to practice, and the elders in the palace must confirm it repeatedly."
"Oh?" Ji Wuxia elongated her voice, her expression full of deep meaning: "It's your style."
Seeing this expression, Jia Ke's heart softened, and he almost knelt down on the spot, but Feng Chuxi who couldn't bear to look directly at the side helped him to save himself from making a fool of himself.
Now that He Jinyang has learned so much secret information about Ji Wuxia, it's rare for him to understand the nervousness of Feng Fuxi, Leng Baijun and the others when they first met Ji Wuxia.
Anyone who gets along with a big scourge day and night will have an overreaction.
He has to reflect on this point, because he is not considerate enough.
Feng Chuixi didn't know that his image in He Jinyang's heart had suddenly turned into a sensitive and cute little one, so he was busy trying to calm Jia Kexin down.
Feng Fuxi: "Anxin, Anxin, he is with us now, and he will be with you soon."
Jia Kexin: "But!"
Feng Fuxi categorically refused to listen to his ink marks, and directly changed the topic to the serious business.
"Do you remember what you came here for?"
Jia Ke suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, I'm here to ask for protection."
"That's right!" Feng Chuixi pushed the man's back and sent him to the front, "What should you say now?"
Jia Ke's bewildered eyes scanned the faces with different expressions, and he found a thigh and hugged it without hesitation.
"Master, help me!!! I'm going to be sent out by my senior brother to kill me!!!!"
"..."
He Jinyang, who was hugged by his thigh, didn't have any room for wild thoughts at this moment, and his usual dual-purpose skills couldn't help him. He lifted him up expressionlessly in the sight of everyone watching the show.
He Jinyang: "Speak well!"
Jia Kexin grabbed his sleeves and wiped the tears that fell out of "Pu Pu", "Hey, it's too scary to kill each other. Boss, I want to mess with you!"
In fact, as soon as he came in, he recognized He Jinyang as the awesome person in the Xianjue Conference who dared to confront Emperor Mei Xue head-on. At this moment, he immediately gave up his integrity and knelt down without hesitation.
He articulated clearly how his senior brother treated him cruelly, it was difficult for him to perform such sharp operations while crying.
Everyone who heard the whole story was silent, and they didn't know how to evaluate the Shuiruogong sect at all.
Feng Chuixi patted his dog's head and asked, "In this case, you can stay." He believed that He Jinyang would not give up on this unlucky boy.
He Jinyang didn't say anything as he thought, and Jia Kexin, who was taken in, quickly forgot about the fact that Emperor Meixue, who was afraid of dying just now, was here. Hearing Xiang Siyu and the others ask about the handwriting When working, he didn't hide anything, and his expression was straightforward.
Jia Kexin: "It's something written by the seniors in the palace, and it will be re-edited every millennium, mainly adding and removing dead characters, so if you ask how many people are there, I can say, I don't. I know, although I have memorized them all, but to clarify the number of people, no one knows unless it is the editor who has been writing for thousands of years."
A group of little bumpkins from the Southern Territory nodded foolishly.
Xiang Siyu is purely curious, and Tian Nan is to find out the forces outside Shanhai City. He has heard the name Shui Ruo Gong before. The strong man who can make such a group of madmen retreat is also worthy of being recorded by their monster race. some.
Kunpeng, who was soaked in the blisters, lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the serious Tiannan, and rolled his eyes silently.
Tiannan is good at everything, but sometimes he likes to think too much, isn't it good to learn from the silly and sweet mountain master?
But thinking this way, he immediately noticed the curiosity in Xiang Siyu's eyes.
Kunpeng:"……"
Well, I hope that the mountain master can forget about this matter after going back, otherwise, the female mirage who loves her cubs to the point of madness may really run into the Shuiruo Palace and fight against dozens of powerful magicians, just to get back her child's beloved. Toy.
Turning over, the ancient monster fell into a deep sleep again.
Today's world is too cruel for them.
During the period when Kunpeng turned over, Xiang Siyu asked a question that made the hearts of the two of them thump.
The young Dragon Lord asked: "Xie Yanlai, Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, what is recorded in your book?"
At the mention of this name, Jia Ke shivered reflexively, but remembering that no one here would tell the great god what he said, he hesitated to say it amidst many curious eyes.
"The Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm is said to be the most beautiful devil emperor in the Devil's way. Someone with a good intention lists the beauties in the world, but they say that the beauty of the world is only in the Blood Color Heaven Realm, and the beauty of the world is only Yan Lai."
"Oh?" Xiang Siyu's eyes lit up, "And then? Then?"
Jia Ke was hesitant and didn't want to say more, but he couldn't help Xiang Siyu's face was good, and his heart was more like a teenager. Looking at him reminded him of those lawless little magic stars in the palace. Before he refused, he obediently recruited.
"The Devil Emperor didn't leave many legends back then, at least he was far behind the Emperor Mei Xue, but in terms of danger, he was ranked ahead of the Emperor by the seniors. I don't know the reason for this, but I want to be sure. There is a reason."
After he finished speaking, he stopped revealing the content about Xie Yanlai, no matter how intimidating and lure Xiang Siyu would not say.
Ji Wuxia and Xie Yanlai looked at each other while watching their quarrel, the latter turned his head away from the former's teasing.
A pair of eyes captures the interaction between a person and a bird, hidden in the bottom of the heart.
"Okay," He Jinyang said out loud not to allow Xiang Siyu to bully others, he said to Jia Kexin with a good temper: "I didn't have the chance to thank you just now, thank you for providing these magic weapons, they are exactly what we need now."
It seemed that Jia Kexin had never been thanked in such a serious manner, she blushed a little bit confused, and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no thanks, it's not mine anyway, it's good if you can help."
When he left Shuiruo Palace, the group of nephews in the palace stuffed him with a lot of good things, saying that they were for his self-defense.
Jia Ke knew that their sect was a well-known law cultivator, but it was a secret that everyone in the palace was a senior craftsman.
For example, the magic weapons he sent out are not considered top-notch, at most they are not effective, and of course he keeps the really good ones to save his life, but being thanked by He Jinyang like this makes him feel ashamed .
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