The bright moon sits on the ground

There was a moment of silence in Xuanpu hall.

The screaming sound in the abyss gradually faded away, and the azure light like a waterfall faded away, turning into a gentle breeze, pulling the sleeve of Immortal Sanqing, and sneaking in through the gap of the green feather, quietly It stuck to his flesh without a sound, and finally disappeared in silence.

The broken weapon returned to Liang Kunwu's body, turned into the lingering golden lines again, and fell into a deep sleep.

Bu Chenrong stopped rubbing his fingers on his palm, and Nie Qiu noticed that the originally tense atmosphere did not become tense following the sudden silence. He didn't know what Bu Chenrong was thinking, he could only watch The expression on her face gradually eased.

She pursed her lips, moistened her throat, thought about her words, and asked, "Is it you who was talking to me?"

Xu Lang nodded.

"It was you who asked me if I wanted to continue living? It was you who made me drink the nectar. It was you who gave me eternal life and imprisoned my body and soul in these copper bells, right?" Bu Chen Rong checked again, and the brass bell on her temples swayed slightly with her movements, making a sound like rain hitting plantains. Seeing Xu Lang nodding again, she let out a slight breath between her lips and teeth.

Bu Chenrong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a little sadness in his eyes, and he said: "Xianjun, why did you choose me? I have been doing nothing for the first half of my life, and I am no more important than Sister Yuan and Brother Yuan." Talent, I'm not good at academics, if it's anyone in the Bu family, he should be more accomplished than me. Why me, not Sister Yuan, Brother Yuan, Senior Sister Qing, or Brother Yan?"

Everyone thought that the unknown fate chose her, so she was asked to live.

She didn't know why fate chose her, but other people told her to live. Uncle Zhong, Patriarch, Bu Chenyuan, Bu Chenyuan, gave up their lives and wanted her to live, so she could only walk alone like this, trying to survive Make a way up the steep hill.

Yes, Bu Chenrong thought, they should have thought that fate would not have a moment of pity on her, even if it did, it would not take pity on her.

"Besides." She said, feeling her heart beating violently, with a feeling of pain, "I am not of the blood of the Bu family."

At the beginning, Bu Qingzhong, the second head of the Bu family, had no heir for many years, so he adopted such a half-sized girl from others, brought her back to the Bu family, treated her as his own flesh and blood, and took "" The word "tolerance" taught her the art of controlling the soul.

The three families of celestial masters, the Bu family, the Qing family, and the Tian family, are all fallen gods, but she is a mortal, like an outsider.

"You're wrong, Bu Chenrong. It's hard for you to learn the Bu family's art of controlling souls, because you are not of the Bu family's blood, not because you are born dull and not good at academics." Xu Lang stared at Bu Chenrong, all the time He said with a pause, "I chose you precisely because of this. Because you are a mortal, and the soul in your body is light, fragile, and fragile, that's why I chose you... And now, You are not ashamed of the Bu family's expectations of you, this is enough to prove that my original choice was correct."

After a pause, he continued with nostalgia in his tone, "It took me a long time to learn it."

Bu Chenrong asked: "In this world, are there really things that mortals can do but gods can't?"

Without hesitation, Xu Lang gave an affirmative answer: "Yes."

Bu Chenrong took two steps in his direction, the air-conditioning around his body seemed to be melted by the spring breeze, and slowly dissipated.

"I wandered around the mansion for a long time, and I only saw the narrow corners of the house on weekdays, as if sitting in a well and looking at the sky. I have never witnessed what the fairy said, but I am willing to believe it." She looked at Xu Lang in front of her and said, "But I don't understand , why does Xianjun favor mortals?"

Furthermore, Bu Chenrong actually wanted to ask - why do you understand me so much, as if you have experienced this too?

"There's no particular reason." Xu Lang shrugged and avoided talking about it, "Just treat it as a boring fairy whim."

Everyone has a secret, Bu Chenrong thought, she has it, and the fairy in front of her also has it, since he doesn't want to tell it, then she won't ask either.

At this time, the distance between Bu Chenrong and Xu Lang was already very close. Instead of looking at the other two immortals, she carefully looked at Xu Lang's face, her eyes were calm and not annoying. After a while, she Suddenly remembered an old rumor.

Originally, the ancestors of the Bu family, the Qing family, and the Tian family all studied under Ji's sect and lived deep in the mountains, isolated from the world. Because the three sects' techniques were completely different, so, in the end, until they had nothing to learn, they Then they parted ways and founded their own sects.

Bu Chenrong was ignorant when he was a child, biting his pen, thinking wildly, and also thought about how the Bu family's skills were passed down.

She racked her brains and thought for a long time, but before she came to a conclusion, her thoughts were blown away by a ruler from her husband.

She also groped into Uncle Zhong's room in the middle of the night, trying to shake him out of his dream, and with great interest, she took advantage of the moonlight as clear as water and her eyes brightened, and asked him, "Uncle Zhong, What is Ji's background? Do you know?"

"I don't know, we don't know, we only know his last name." Bu Qingzhong yawned, rubbed Bu Chenrong's head, thought for a while, and answered her patiently, "It's cold in the night, Go back to sleep earlier, maybe you can meet him in your dream."

He was able to teach the ancestors of the Bu family, the Qing family, and the Tian family. That Ji family is probably not an ordinary person, but he seemed to pass through the mountains and rivers. After a while, he turned around and left without leaving a trace. Where is his home? , I don't know whether I have a wife or children.

The young Bu Chenrong trotted back to the room, went to sleep obediently, kicked the quilt in the middle of the night, woke up from the cold, stared at the empty dark room, looked at it for a long time, his consciousness regained his consciousness, and only belatedly confirmed something. First thing: she didn't dream of anything.

She felt very disappointed, inexplicably annoyed, as if the ancestor surnamed Ji had failed her good intentions.

The child's anger came and went quickly, and she sulked for a few days without saying a word, and then reluctantly forgave this man.

Later, when he got older, Bu Chenrong didn't think about these messy things anymore, and left them behind.

As for now, she felt as if she could answer her childhood questions.

The gods on this cloud are indifferent and dismissive of mortals. The sky is vast, and the pedestrians running around on the ground are as inconspicuous as ants. A mortal will not easily help ants, let alone whether the gods will help Mortal.

However, the fairy in front of him is different.How to describe it?Bu Chen thought, he also has the fireworks of the world.

The time when he appeared was too coincidental, as if he had been waiting and watching for a long time, so it was only natural to give him a helping hand.Regardless of whether Bu Chenrong is a mortal or not, judging from the fact that what he did was to help the Bu family, the Bu family must have a special meaning to him, and Bu Chenrong can be sure that it is not because of The Bu family are all fallen gods.

"May I ask you a question," she said, taking the fluttering cold air into the copper bell, "what's the surname of Xianjun?"

Xu Lang and Bu Chenrong looked at each other for a while, and vaguely sensed what she was thinking, so he scratched the messy hair on the back of his head, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the emptiness in front of him for a while, and said : "The surname used to be Ji, but now the surname is Xu."

They came and went like they were playing a charade, but Nie Qiu, who was silent at the side, understood it.

He had seen the torrential rain in Lin'an, and also seen the ruined and desolate palace, so he naturally knew that Xu Lang didn't have this name before, but he probably chose it himself. His original name was thick and silent. It's called "Ji Wanzhu".

As for Ji's rumors, Nie Qiu had heard it from Tian Wanyan when he was in Zhen'e.

Xu Lang, he thought, how many things did Xu Lang hide and did not say, how did he spend these years?

He wanted to know, but Xu Lang didn't tell him. He just said vaguely that he would know about other things later.

However, Nie Qiu now wants to know why Xu Lang chose him, where did Sanhuyue come from, why Xu Lang took away his fire-drinking knife, and why...why, Xu Lang occasionally watched When you look at him, you will show a downcast expression?

All of this happened too fast and in a hurry, making Nie Qiu feel that everything was out of control.

They are like passers-by who broke in by chance, they don't understand anything, and they can't change anything. This plan has been made decades ago. It's a game with the people of the world as pawns, deceiving mortals and gods. It also deceived the laws of the world.

He felt as if he had passed away, and his heart was a little sour.At this moment, he finally understood what Xu Lang's mood was after rushing into the fairy world in a panic, seeing everything crumbling gradually, but nothing could be restored.Now, decades passed by, and it was their turn to feel powerless, and Xu Lang, on the contrary, became the person in the center of the whirlpool.

Nie Qiu looked at Xu Lang, and even had the illusion that everything was a foregone conclusion, so Xu Lang was willing to tell him.

Xu Lang said that he would tell Nie Qiu later, but Nie Qiu thought, can Xu Lang wait for the day to come?

This emotion didn't bother him for too long, and soon, he noticed that the Kunlun Immortal raised his head and looked into the distance with those eyes that were burning like fire, and waves finally arose in his eyes.At the end of the corridor, Fang Qisheng seemed to have noticed something, and frowned; Huang Sheng threw up the stone in his hand with a sullen face, and caught it again; as for Chang Jinyu... where is Chang Jinyu?

First there was a buzzing sound that tore through the wind, and Nie Qiu felt the murderous aura before he even saw who was coming.

Then there was the sound of the boulder cracking, shocking the heaven and the earth, echoing in the long and narrow corridor, as if the waves had been startled, pushed and pushed, hit the stone wall, and then surged back, getting louder and louder, until finally, it was almost harsh It was unbearable.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cold voice containing anger, like a storm surging and thunder exploding.

"Presumptuous!" The man forced out such a sentence, "Mortal, if you dare to hurt a hair on him, I will kill you!"

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng looked at each other, as if they understood something, and uneasiness surged up in an instant.

When the corridor faded away and the scene in front of him gradually became clear, Nie Qiu realized that at some point, the sky was approaching dawn, and there was a twilight, and all the scenes under the sky faded away. Chang Jinyu was standing there with lips With a smile.

He didn't take the Horror Sword, maybe he thought it was useless, anyway, the Kunlun Immortal had a way to turn it into scrap iron.

Then, Nie Qiu looked down and gradually felt a chill in his heart.

Chang Jinyu's hand grasped a child's slender neck, exerting a little force, the flesh sank and turned a little red.

And the long wielder.Xingjun, who owns the gun, trembled with excitement with the gun in his hand, but he never dared to take a step closer.

Fang Qisheng didn't seem to expect that things would develop like this, his lips moved, and he was about to say something——

The next moment, the sound of sharp weapons being unsheathed sounded one after another. Liang Kunwu walked through the breeze and hung in mid-air. The golden patterns on his body flowed rapidly. His body was covered with thousands of sharp weapons. The evil spirit almost condensed into ice, pressing It was hard to breathe.

God seemed to think that the situation was not chaotic enough, and soon, Bu Chenrong, Xu Lang and Sanqing Xianjun also followed.

At the moment when Bu Chenrong saw the scene in front of him, the sound of the copper bell pierced the remaining night.

A gust of wind blew up suddenly, and icy yin energy suddenly emerged, and the ghost howled, and the handle was long.The killing intent emanating from the guns, and the weapons that contained evil spirits confronted each other, forming a three-legged situation. However, Chang Jinyu was at the end of the storm.

Bu Chenrong's face was gloomy, and she rarely showed anger. She raised her hand, and the copper bell on her body vibrated wantonly, and the sound gradually changed from crisp to harsh, crackling, like the sound of rainstorm falling on the eaves , disturbing people's mind.

"Let go of Bu Chen'an." She said coldly, "Otherwise, I will make you regret your decision at this moment."

Yes, the child who was strangled by Chang Jinyu but couldn't utter a word was Bu Chen'an.

Should it be due to Chang Jinyu's personality? He always seems to have a way to turn everyone's blame on him.Nie Qiu was thinking blankly, feeling a sharp pain in the forehead, only felt that the situation was developing in a strange direction, and there was no room for him to intervene.

So, who can explain why Bu Chen'an suddenly appeared in this kind of place?

Also, why did that indifferent Pojun Xingjun and the reticent Kunlun Immortal Lord make a move because of this?

The author has something to say: Thank you, Amu, for the mines of the winter solstice~