Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli fell asleep peacefully in the arms of her Taoist companion, breathing evenly.

Before Ji Xiao left, she left a sword aura on the bedside, without any sharp intention, just like a wisp of warm wind from Changchun Peak, guarding Meng Xueli's sweet dreams.

In the summer of Fengyue City, the daytime is sunny and hot, and the nighttime showers come and go quickly.

After the drizzle, the air was fresh, the clouds parted, and the moonlight was exceptionally clear, like mercury pouring down the ground.The sound of insects reappeared in the bamboo forest, restoring the denseness before the rain.

Ji Xiao walked out of the Zhuli Pavilion, the moonlight fell on his chest, and the leaves of grass and rain wet the hem of his robe.Stepping on the water, there is no sound, walking on the winding path, not a single songbird is disturbed, he seems to be integrated with the bamboo forest in some wonderful way.

At the end of the bamboo forest, in the courtyard behind the building, there are two demon servants on duty at night with lanterns.

Suddenly Yi Yao narrowed his eyes and asked his companion in surprise: "Did you see a white shadow flash past?"

"Are you dizzy, the wind blows the flowers away." Another demon pointed to the top of his head.

In the cool wind after the rain, the tall magnolia tree swayed, and the huge, white petals swirled and fell.

The demon servant with the lantern raised his head, staring blankly at the falling flowers: "...is it the wind?"

Jixiao walked through the courtyard and walked into the lobby of "Drunken Dream Building in the Red Dust", as if entering a land of no one, the singing and dancing in the hall was still noisy, the golden millet was condensed in the sky, and the silver flowers shone at night.Thousands of lights in the street outside the building are like daytime, and the group of monsters are laughing and wandering.The aura around Ji Xiao became more and more harmonious, as if it was integrated with the whole street.

Outside the Flower Street and Willow Lane, Fengyue City is sleeping soundly, and the houses are closed, like another world.

From time to time, several teams of night watchmen walked by on the street, their armor clanging and their torches flickering.The Ten Thousand Demons Conference is approaching, and the sinful demons are still absconding in the Demon Suppressing Tower, which makes the guards in the city increasingly anxious.At special times, the big monsters can continue to have fun, but the little monsters will never wander around late at night, lest they become suspicious investigation targets.

The avenue is empty, the shadows of the trees beside the road are dancing, and the lanterns are shaking under the eaves.Ji Xiao walks alone with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.

A group of vigilant night watchmen walked towards him, and passed him by, walking hurriedly, turning a blind eye, as if passing a tree.

The stone slabs were still wet after the rain, and under the moonlight, there was a layer of silvery white water.The temperature is neither cold nor hot, very suitable for shopping.

In the previous life, Ji Xiao hardly had the leisure time to go shopping late at night.His sense of existence is too strong, the world avoids him, even the wind and snow avoid him.After rebuilding it, I know how to be in harmony with the light and the dust, and blend into the heaven and the earth.

On this road in the demon world, he stood behind Meng Xueli, guiding him calmly, like spring wind turning into rain, moistening things silently.

For Ji Xiao, of course there is a simpler and more direct way, but the Taoist couple does not get along with each other day and night, and the Taoist couple wants to ascend together.It was related to Meng Xueli's path, and he was willing to use more patience and care to let Meng Xueli open up her own knots and settle the grievances in the past.So far it's working fine, no surprises.

Just now Jixiao asked Meng Xueli, "You entered Fengyue City and saw it all the way, what do you think?" Meng Xueli's answer was very long, mostly because of his understanding of the builders of the city.Ji Xiao doesn't know Lingshan, so if he wants to see Fengyue City, he needs to really "see": the outline of the building, the faces of the monsters, the night wind going or leaving, the brightness and darkness of the moonlight.The angle is different, the eyesight is different, and what you see is naturally different.

All living and non-living things in the city jointly build the city and determine the trajectory of the aura of heaven and earth here.

When a practitioner's spiritual consciousness reaches a certain level, he can spy on this invisible track, which is the "spiritual energy line".

So in Ji Xiao's eyes, the colors of those flowers, trees, grass, pavilions, pavilions, and street corridors gradually faded and became transparent, as if pieces of colored glass were penetrated by the moonlight, leaving only blurred shadows.

Instead, the countless lines of aura covering it gradually became clear. They were not chaotic, but interlaced, changed, and extended strictly according to a certain law, weaving into a big net that penetrated the sky and the earth.

As far as the eye can see, the world is abstracted into clear lines, just like brushing away the fog and seeing real flowers behind the fog.

Ji Xiao frowned slightly.Something is really wrong with Fengyue City.Too well-organized aura lines, like the "Eternal Changchun Formation" on Changchun Peak, are the result of careful carving.

It shows that there is also a large array buried in Fengyue City.

Formation is a creation of human race, and monster race is not good at it, let alone laying such a complex and precise large formation.Who in the world has the ability to teach that new demon king to set up an array?

Ji Xiao remembered that when Meng Xueli led a group of young participating disciples in the secret realm of the vast sea, they meditated and broke through in the courtyard of the central city, while he guarded the barrier by himself.It coincided with Huaishui Zhou family enshrining, and monks from Mingyue Lake in disguise came to encircle and arrest Meng Xueli for a public trial. They claimed that the real Taiheng had obtained the artifact "mirror", which could take the shadow of the soul and prove Meng Xueli's identity. There is a demon... But there was a scuffle afterwards, let alone mention it.

In the human world, there are mirrors from the demon world, and in the demon world, there are the chains of trapped demons on the second floor of the Demon Town Tower, and the grand formation of Fengyue City.

The two worlds are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, but the affairs of the world can be connected together like beads on a thread.

Ji Xiao sighed.On the surface, the king of Lingshan traded with the real person Guiqing, and Guiqing sent magic tools and formations to help Lingshan consolidate his throne; in return, Lingshan lent Guiqing the artifact of the demon clan, the "Shading Mirror", and Guiqing handed it over to Taiheng. , to help it subvert Han Shan.

Taiheng thinks he has a well-planned plan, but he is a pawn on the board. Guiqing thinks he is the master of the chessboard, but he doesn't know if there is a bigger chessboard.

Ji Xiao had to think more.It's easy to think one more step, after all, there are only two saints in the world today.Gui Qing lived a long life and was cunning and scheming, but by deduction, Hu Si's attainments were even higher.

Ji Xiao raised his eyes and saw thousands of lines of spiritual energy converged towards the hub, which was the center of Fengyue City, a domed palace.

……

The palace murals have been completed.The king of Lingshan did it himself, from designing the blueprints to finishing the pen, a major project that took three years, and it is a magnificent work that has never been seen in the demon world.

Under the jumping candlelight, the group of monsters with different shapes and claws are frozen in the wall like living creatures.

The gentle and melancholy court painter, and the lively and lovely phoenix little demon look at the painting by candle.

No matter how many times she saw it, Luanniao was deeply shocked, and couldn't help feeling sorry, she asked, "Will you draw mink again?"

"Yes." The artist smiled, "That friend of mine is also coming to the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference."

Meng Xueli's whereabouts were originally under his control, but he suddenly lost the clue, as if he had been pointed out by someone else.The demon soldiers couldn't find it everywhere, only found the bones of the eagle general under the black mountain cliff.Lingshan was annoyed by this, and after thinking about it, he felt that this would be interesting, and he looked forward to the reunion with Meng Xueli.

Luanniao knew that the painter's former friend was the ferret in "Snow Mountain and Starry Night". She sincerely wished: "I hope you can reconcile."

The painter shook his head: "Maybe he has a new friend who is better than me."

Luanniao said without hesitation: "Only this is a good painting, full of sincerity, who in the world is better than you?"

The painter smiled: "Thank you."

That's a good answer, I won't eat her tonight, and let her live another night.

"Thousands of money are easy to find, but confidantes are hard to come by." Ling Shan thought, except for me and Meng Xueli, the Yaozu are all simple-minded, stupid and stupid people.If Meng Xueli died, how lonely I would be.

Luanniao mistakenly thought that the handsome painter boasted that he was his "confidant", and immediately blushed, and lowered his head in a panic.

Lingshan wants everything.With the power to rule all demons, he began to miss his brother who was devoted to each other; he wanted to warm the friendship of demons, but felt that all demons were not worthy of being friends with him.

He thinks he is the one with the highest spiritual wisdom of the monster clan, so he deserves everything.

……

At dawn, the Hualou banquet had just ended, and Ji Xiao returned to the Zhuli Pavilion.

He spread paper and rubbed ink in front of the case, and drew the aura line of Fengyue City.

After painting, the Taoist couple is still snoozing, and there is still ink left in the inkstone.

Ji Xiao thought for a while, changed a piece of paper, and with a few strokes, sketched out a new painting——

A small white mink is lying on its back among the piles of brocade quilt and thin silk, with its four claws wide open, showing its belly defenselessly, with a relaxed posture.The sky is not yet clear, and the indoor light is dim. The faint morning light shines in through the bamboo sea outside the window, only illuminating the sleeping little mink.

Exhausted, he put down his pen and left the case, went to the small tea table in the living room, and peeled pine nuts for his Taoist companion.

When Meng Xueli woke up, there was no sign of Jixiao around her, but she could sense Jixiao's breath, smell the aroma of pine nuts, and feel at ease.

He put on his clothes and stayed in the bed, went to find a Taoist companion, passed by the book case, and saw the drawing paper on the case from the corner of his eye.

The brush strokes are simple, spontaneous, and extremely vivid.Meng Xueli stared at the painting, as if seeing the little mink tilting his head to avoid the light in his sleep, and moving his soft mink ears.

His cheeks flushed, and he carefully rolled up the drawing paper and put it in his sleeve.

Under the picture of the ferret, another piece of paper is exposed, covered with extremely fine, complex and smooth lines, without any traces of ink, as if every line has been measured with a ruler.

Meng Xueli looked intently, her gaze was drawn by the lines, and a subtle feeling arose in her heart.

"What do you see?" At some point, Ji Xiao was already standing behind him.

Meng Xueli came back to her senses and smiled: "I see that you are in a good mood today. Sword Master calligraphy is rare, I put it away, and I have a chance to go to 'Hengtong Juyuan' to exchange money."