The sword has something to say

Twilight gradually rises from the green hills, the full moon in the mountains reflects on the Bitan, the green pine forests are listening to the wind, and the galaxy in the sky is like a chessboard.

"Lingyang Mountain is so beautiful." Feng Tinglan looked at Shi Yanxue and said.

Shi Yanxue rarely felt sleepy, and sat on the futon under the window to make tea.Feng Tinglan couldn't understand it, but felt that there was a row of large and small cups, where a pot of water was poured from here, and layers of water mist were fainted.It's just that the hand that turns the cup upside down is really beautiful, thin and slender, with well-defined joints.

"The mountain is beautiful, why are you staring at this seat?" Shi Yanxue's voice was a little sleepy and lazy, and it fell into Feng Tinglan's ears, feeling a little softer.

No matter how beautiful the mountain is, how can it compare to a god, these words twitched in Feng Tinglan's throat.But he just moved closer, staring at the tea set on the table and asked, "Shenjun likes to make tea?"

"I don't understand this." Shi Yanxue pushed Huo Huohao's cup of tea in front of Feng Tinglan, "I've been alone for a long time, and I have to learn to find something to pass the time."

Feng Tinglan held the teacup, took a sip to blow away the mist, and inadvertently let Shi Yanxue's words fall into his heart. When he looked at the overly quiet mountain scenery outside the window, he didn't know whether it was the bitterness of the tea in his mouth or the bitterness in his heart.

The bitter tea is not good to drink, nor does it have the mellowness in the throat as it is said in the legend.Shi Yanxue waved her sleeves regretfully and removed the tea set, and with a touch of her fingertips, a chessboard was melted.

Feng Tinglan thought that Shi Yanxue wanted to play chess, but found that there was no chess piece.

"How do you play chess without chess pieces?" Feng Tinglan asked.

Shi Yanxue raised her eyes, tapped lightly on the chessboard with her fingers, and suddenly the bamboo building seemed to be gone, and a huge gossip formation rose up in response to the chessboard, vast and vast, criss-crossing.Thousands of stars in the sky are reflected on the huge chessboard like chess pieces.Shi Yanxue sat cross-legged, a flash of starlight fell on the chessboard on her fingertips as expected.

"Shenjun, you have received your supernatural powers." A dragon shadow suddenly formed around Feng Tinglan, surrounding Shi Yanxue.

Shi Yanxue said to him: "It's okay, I still have some physical strength."

Feng Tinglan wrapped him with dragon breath: "Who does the god want to play chess with?"

Shi Yanxue raised her head and looked at Shen Yemu: "And it." Saying that, she picked another star and dropped it on the chessboard. "Ting Lan, you have fought against the demons several times, tell me, what do you think of them?"

Feng Tinglan thought for a while, and said: "The demons are born with strange powers, so don't take it lightly. But for 10,000+ years, the demons have not enough energy to cause trouble."

Shi Yanxue pinched a little bit of starlight with her fingertips, rested her chin thoughtfully, and said, "Ting Lan, the demon race before the catastrophe was not what it is today. The way of heaven is like a chess player. Be it the demon race, the god race or the newly emerging human monks, they are just a pawn in the hands of Tiandao."

"Shenjun..." Feng Tinglan leaned over and held Shi Yanxue's wrist, and looked at him fixedly.

Shi Yanxue stared at her fingertips: "On the chessboard of the way of heaven, there are winners and losers, but only one kind of chess piece is not allowed to exist. The higher ones suppress the lower ones, the lower ones lift them up, the surplus ones damage them, and the deficient ones make up for them. It is the law of checks and balances of the Dao of Heaven."

Feng Tinglan's heart skipped a beat: "The next catastrophe is about to start?"

Shi Yanxue's eyes fell on the night sky: "The gods have had too much luck in the past 10 years, who knows where the scale of heaven will tilt this time... Now is not the heyday of me and your father, The next catastrophe may have to be carried by you juniors."

Feng Tinglan waved his sleeves to scatter the astrolabe, and the bamboo building was restored to its original state, and he said calmly, "Then leave it to me."

Shi Yanxue looked at the Long Ying around her, feeling quite relieved.Every inch of Xuanlin is full of the powerful aura of the Protoss, not inferior to Xuanyuan back then.There is no doubt that Feng Tinglan is the strongest dragon of the Protoss generation, even if it is in exchange for IQ.

"Don't waste your mind, no matter when the next catastrophe will appear, it is not the most important thing for Shenjun right now." Feng Tinglan leaned over and helped Shi Yanxue up from the futon: "I will send Shenjun to the bed Go to rest."

Shi Yanxue put her hand on Feng Tinglan's palm, and stood up with strength, frowning slightly uncomfortably, the dragon egg in her belly grew faster and faster, and now it was hanging heavily on her body, which was very obstructive.The unique spiritual energy of the dragon race gradually turned from virtual to real during its gestation, and a cloud of spiritual energy that did not belong to the sword was stuck between the cracks in the sword body of the primordial spirit, and it felt uncomfortable.

Feng Tinglan watched Shi Yanxue's spiritual breath getting weaker and weaker day by day, and could only feel distressed.Originally, he was always thinking about that dragon egg, and wanted to touch it when he had nothing to do, but now he felt it was an eyesore when he saw it, and sometimes staring at Shi Yanxue's belly made him even more inexplicably angry.

Dragon Egg was disgusted, so he could only curl up in Shi Yanxue's stomach aggrievedly, not daring to move.Dan, who was very lively at first, has become very well-behaved recently.

Shi Yanxue lay sideways on the bed, her pillow covered with cloud hair.Feng Tinglan sat by the bed, took a stack of yellowed storybooks from the bottom, and said, "Can't sleep? I'll read the storybooks to Shenjun."

Shi Yanxue stood up abruptly, frowned and said, "You turned over the things in this seat again."

Feng Tinglan pressed him on the couch with one hand, twirled the pages of the book lightly with the other, and said: "There are so many things in the mortal world in the house of the gods..." He flipped to a page and read: "... At night, he took advantage of the spring rain to sneak into the room... But for a moment, the peony contained fragrant dew, like a gentleman walking a ladder, suspected of being an old monk beating a Dharma drum... The gentle style is infinite, and it is like a swing, swaying in the courtyard... "

"Wind Tinglan!" Shi Yanxue took a breath, snatched the scriptures and said, "What are you reading?"

Feng Tinglan eagerly looked at the script that was held in the palm of Shi Yanxue: "The god can see it, but I can't?"

"You're still young, don't read these." Shi Yanxue quickly tucked the script under the pillow, and said seriously, "It's not healthy."

Feng Tinglan was originally playing around, but the smile froze on the corner of his lips, and something flashed through his mind.

The author says:

Like a scholar walking a ladder, like an old monk beating a Dharma drum.Gently, the style is infinite, like a swing, swaying in the courtyard. ——From Huaying Jinzhen, the ancient small h book