Bai Yujing

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After crossing the water mirror, Lin Yan appeared in a hidden inn. That room was where he continued to live when he left the world. He sat on the couch casually and wrote to Kong.

Kong came very quickly, he still bowed first when he saw him, and then said: "Is your Highness's trip to the Netherworld going well?"

Lin Yan nodded, and Kong then told him in detail what he had done recently. "Since my subordinates have been stationed here, I haven't allowed a single man to enter the palace. It's just that the queen seems to have noticed. My secret thread often hears that the queen is angry because she can't find the national teacher. I don't know if it has something to do with my actions in the world."

"The Twelve Lian's hidden guards in the palace, except for the dead Lian Pei, all the others wear the same token. I stole the token after His Royal Highness sent a letter a day ago," he looked at Lin Yan, with a complicated look on his face, "It looks like the handwriting of Bai Yujing's refining device."

"I checked the token and returned it immediately." He handed a dark black token with both hands, "This is my imitation, Kong promised His Highness that it is exactly the same as what they wear. "

He took the token and looked it up and down and said, "Kong Jiu, you've worked hard."

Kong cupped his fists and said, "Thanks to His Highness's trust, since His Highness is back, I should also erase the memories of those who participated in this trip."

Lin Yan raised his hands and rubbed his temples. Hearing the words, "Mmm", he seemed to be lost in thought. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Is the Centenary Ceremony over this time?"

"There is news from above that the retreat will end in three days, and the city masters will leave separately."

Lin Yan nodded when he heard the words, and quickly took out the jade slip from the spirit ring. The wooden hairpin on the topknot was used as a pen, and spiritual power was used as ink. , Pass it to Kong Ji.

The latter took it solemnly, his eyes looked a little dignified.The Tongtian Yujian is different from the ordinary letters that the immortals communicate with each other. It is only presented to the Emperor of Heaven, and it can only be presented to the Emperor of Heaven.

"After the Centenary Ceremony is over, please, Kong Jiujun, hand over this jade slip to your father no matter what. No one else will see it except Your Majesty."

There was a firm light in Kong Jiu's eyes, and he said loudly: "Kong Jiu takes orders!"

After sending Kong Jiu away, Lin Yan suddenly felt a little stuffy in his heart. He read a book by himself for a while, then stood up and pushed open the window.

It began to rain lightly outside at some point, and Nan Chen, who was hazy in the spring, was shrouded in misty rain, psychedelic but unreal.

He simply moved the wooden chair and sat by the window, his eyes flicked among the hurried pedestrians holding umbrellas outside the inn.

It seems that everything that needs to be done has been done, and now he only needs to wait for His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to give him the decree.

Lin Yan withdrew his gaze, looked at the spirit ring aimlessly, and suddenly found a spiritual weapon inside which he hadn't taken out for a long time.

It's a clay doll, it doesn't have much function, it's a toy to pass the time, you can make it into whatever shape you want, besides, there are some ingenious designs, if you knead the ball of clay into a A round ball, it can grow into the favorite person in the hearts of those who do it by itself.

He still vaguely remembered that when he was one hundred years old, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven held a banquet for him in Baiyujing, and Lord Jieshi gave him something.

It's a pity that Lin Yan was smart early and didn't like to play with the things that children like, so he kept piling up the ashes in the spirit ring, until Wenhan came and turned it out excitedly, clamoring to play.

So they, a group of hundreds of year old fairies, got together and watched the circle in Wenhan's hand take shape little by little, turning into the appearance of his master Jieshi Jun.

At that time Linhuai teased him, "The person you love the most is actually your master?"

Wen Han was not ashamed, and said loudly: "I like Shizun first, and Your Highness second."

Then they booed and asked the third highness, who was second in class, to pinch one too. Although Lin Yan had received the gift, he had never used it. , the dumpling also turned into Mr. Jieshi, which stunned everyone, and Lin Yan also shook his head, saying that there must be something wrong with the toy.

So they took turns to try it, but in the end they all turned into the appearance of Mr. Jieshi. At that time, they, the little fairies, suddenly realized that they were deceived by Mr. Jieshi. so narcissistic.

All these things seem to have happened a long time ago, and those young little immortals are also performing their duties now, and they have long stopped practicing at the teaching place.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan suddenly got up on a whim, took out the ball of mud, and rubbed it into a ball. As expected, the ball changed rapidly in his palm, and turned into the gentle and elegant appearance of Mr. Jieshi.

Xianjun is not old, and his appearance is also stunning, but in terms of a kind and gentle master, it is rare to be able to compare with Jieshi.

When they were in the teaching office together at that time, Mr. Jieshi would come to Wenhan every public exam, and he would sit and watch Wenhan with a smile. If his grades were good, he would always be the first to applaud Wenhan. No, he was not annoyed, he still looked at Wenhan with such a good temper, and took him to play around after school.

Later, Mr. Jieshi had more disciples, and he never alienated Wen Han. He was the lord of the city, and under one person, he personally entrusted Lin Yan to take care of Wen Han.Even when he came to the human world this time, he stuffed a sack of spiritual artifacts to ask Han, for fear that he might have made a mistake when he was guarding Lin Yan.

Such a master, even the Third Highness Lin Yan would envy from time to time.

The light rain outside fell on his face along with the wind, Lin Yan sighed silently, crumpled up the mud in his hands and stuffed it back into the spirit ring, and closed the window again.

He rested in the inn for a few days, except for reading and practicing kung fu, even if he deliberately fell asleep, the dream song never sounded again.The dream that day was like an illusion, if he hadn't really seen Qin Yang in the dream, he would have wondered if his memory had gone wrong.

Was it the old man Qin Yang mentioned who made up the dream song, and whose hands did Peacock Ling fall into in the days after Feng Qi gave it to Iris, and who appeared behind the female snake demon outside his house that night who is it?

He seems to have solved a lot of mysteries, and he seems to have fallen into more mysteries.

Yes, there is one more big mystery.

——Shi Tianqing.

He sat up abruptly, as if he suddenly remembered something, it wasn't that there was nothing to do, there was one more thing!

The way the stewardess of Miaoyin Pavilion in Fuxian City looked at Shi Tianqing!

That moment of astonishment was by no means the first time he saw him. Lin Yan wanted to find an opportunity to ask him, but he was busy with the Nanchen Huangdu case, so he never remembered it.

Without a moment's hesitation, he went straight to Fuxian City with his sword. Iris died, but Miaoyin Pavilion was still as prosperous and prosperous as before, drinking and singing, without any change, but the name of Iris was never in the brochure handed over by Mrs. Green.

Lin Yan raised his eyes and met Mrs. Green's eyes, "I want to see your wife in charge."

The female steward rushed over in a hurry, and said: "But whoever offended my lord, if you want to kill or cut me up, just do it, and don't need to tell us."

Thinking of Shi Tianqing's anger that day, Lin Yan also seemed to be a little displeased after being disturbed by her words.

"The singers and dancers here are also living beings, how can they talk about life and death like this?"

The female steward lowered her head again, apologizing to him again and again.

Lin Yan waved her hand, and the female steward's voice stopped abruptly. She dismissed the people in the room with a wink, and poured tea for Lin Yan herself.

"do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember," the stewardess greeted and sent off among countless immortals and nobles. If she didn't remember anyone, it might lead to disaster. Therefore, her ability to recognize people is first-class, especially good at observing words and expressions.

"You are the one who came back to ask Iris," she said kindly, "Remember that my lord doesn't want red dendrobium, this time I deliberately didn't let those who don't have long eyes give it to you, this is also the elegant room you used last time. In the meantime, if you have any dissatisfaction, just tell me."

"There is nothing dissatisfied." Lin Yan lifted the lid, took a sip of the new tea, and wrote lightly: "The guest who came with me last time, are you familiar with him?"

The stewardess didn't expect her expression to fall into Lin Yan's eyes by accident. Fortunately, she had gone through a lot of troubles, and she just smiled gracefully after hearing the words: "I can't call it familiar, I just saw it when I was young. I still think about it." , I probably made a mistake."

She looked at Lin Yan's expression, and added: "Almost 2000 years have passed, although gods and ghosts will not grow old, and his face will hardly change. When I saw that person before, he was just a boy. They are not exactly the same, and moreover, time flies by so fast, my memory may be omissions, forgive me for taking the liberty, if it is wrong, please forgive me."

"What was his name when you met him 2000 years ago?"

The stewardess pondered for a while, then said carefully: "He never said his name, all I know is that he is the killer of the Wuming Building."

She paused and said again: "I just saw him by chance in the ordinary place of fireworks and willow lanes."

In terms of Sleeping Flowers and Sleeping Willows, apart from immortals and nobles with deep inner strength and no lack of spirit stones, the most common ones are killers. Their heads are pinned to their belts, and they live a life of precarious desperation. They always haven’t earned enough to redeem themselves. Lingshi, die first.

One day of life is rich and rich, hugging left and right, but after death, you will be thrown into reincarnation, and you can't take anything with you.

Therefore, they are always the most free and easy, and they don't bother to save any spirit stones. They spend some money in their hands as if rushing to reincarnate, for fear that they will die the next time they go on a mission, and they won't be able to keep any money.

Maybe it's because of the heavy slaughter on weekdays, or maybe it's the depression of having no tomorrow after today, and I always like to play hard in bed, so the girls are not willing to take it.

The stewardess always remembered that the smiles on their faces were genuine only when the young killer in a dark purple robe came.

He doesn't look like a killer, with a handsome and flirtatious face, he looks like some kind of beauty who will bring disaster to the country. He only has a pair of eyes that look like a killer, and the smile never stops in his eyes. In those always cold eyes, only Can see the edge.

He never ordered any girls, and when he came, he just ate, drank, chatted, listened to lingering ditties and fell asleep, and then went back to Wuminglou to practice exercises the next day, but the girls just liked to surround him he.

It's probably because he has a sweet mouth and lies to make people happy when he opens his mouth, or maybe it's because he spends a lot of money and never bullies them.

Even prostitutes have their own hearts.

One year, I heard that the Empress of the Flower Race made heavy snow in the back garden of Lord Nether, and also raised red plums. They had passed away for a long time, and they hadn't seen the four seasons for many years. Go get one.

He put down the wine bottle and went forward with the knife, but within a short time of incense sticks, the young man pushed open the curtain and entered, holding the knife in his left hand and the plum in his right, with a coquettish smile on his face and a chill on his lips.

The snow on the cold and crimson plum blossoms has not yet melted, so he casually put the red plums into the bottle, and then brewed a cup of sobering tea with emerald greens from the snow water, drank it with his neck back, and fell drunk on the couch, and fell asleep soundly up.

Xueye Hongmei, the young killer, amazed the dull and boring years of that group of girls.That moment of flirtatiousness has been branded in the heart of the female steward for thousands of years.

"He is cruel and ruthless, and he is not afraid of karma. He is criticized by idlers. No matter old or young, women or children, he dares to kill anyone who harms others, but there is only one type of customer who never takes orders."

Lin Yan raised his eyes to look at the stewardess, and heard her say: "A person who has no fault."

He is extremely clear about love and hate, without the slightest sympathy, and indifferent like a ruler, only right and wrong, without empathy.

She knew that he was not a good match, not even a good person, to kill someone before eating flowers and wine, was the most affectionate and ruthless.

The palpitations of her youth were smoothed out by the boring years. It was not admiration in the first place, and after a thousand years, she no longer cared about love.

But accidentally, I still remembered that face for many years.

She spoke eloquently, but secretly concealed her childish emotions,

Unexpectedly, Lin Yan took half a sip of tea and said to her, "His name is Shi Tianqing."

The female steward's heart skipped a beat, only then did she realize that the way Lin Yan looked at her had already seen everything.

"My lord..." The stewardess hesitated to speak.

Lin Yan nodded at her and raised his hand slightly, signaling that she didn't need to explain anything, but there was no more emotion in his eyes.

Originally, he thought he would hear some secrets related to Shi Tianqing, but unexpectedly, while sitting around for a long time, he also listened to some of his romantic affairs.I don't know why, but I always feel bored.

It's not disappointment, but it's just that Lin Yan can't help but get up and open the window, wanting to get some air, but his eyes fell on four or five people carrying stone statues on the street outside the window.

The stone statue was not big, probably someone put it at home to play with, but with a mask just covering his eyes, Lin Yan couldn't recognize who it was.

The female steward followed him, Xu explained for him in order to alleviate the vague embarrassment just now: "Probably someone bought this for offering at home, we Youming have always had the habit of offering sacrifices to Lord Qing Mi. There are shops in every household, but the news of his defection has been passed down by Bai Yujing in the past hundred years, and the number of worshipers is slightly less."

"Who do you say he is?" Lin Yan's eyes suddenly froze.

The housekeeper looked at Lin Yan's expression in surprise, and after a while, repeated it again:

"God of War, Lord Qing Yu."

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