The drizzle is falling, and the west wind is blowing.

As night fell, the guests in the small restaurant dispersed sparsely, and the small hall was no longer lively and seemed a little deserted.

When music ends, people are separated.

Not to mention it was just a chance meeting by chance.

Balian's feeding dinner was also over. When the woman stood up to leave, she glanced at the dark ancient sword behind Balian and said something unintentionally.

"Young man, your sword looks pretty good."

The little white tiger nestled in Balian's arms, gnawing on bones, raised his eyes, thoughtfully.

The two guards beside the woman also looked curiously, looking at the ancient sword behind Balian with a slightly strange expression, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Before Balian could say anything in response, the woman had already crossed the yellow wooden doorstep and boarded the carriage that had been waiting quietly outside.

The night wind blew, and the carriages drove slowly on the streets of the border town. The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared into the quiet night.

There was a slight drizzle, and the curtains of the carriage were fluttering. Through the thin gauze curtains, the shadows of people in the carriage could be faintly seen, and lights were lit to ward off the cold night.

In the distant mountains of the ancient city, nothing has changed.

It's just that the sky is high and the sky is far away, as if it has become extremely far away under the carriage driving in the night. The years, wind, dust, and fireworks in the world are all drifting away under the cold curtains of the sparse windows.

The light curtain covered by the pale moon suddenly rustled, and a little tiger with white hair and several circles of light ink streaks reached over the curtain and jumped onto the woman's lap.

The oil stains between her paws were not clean, leaving a few oily paw prints in the clean green clothes.

The woman flicked her bare hands, brushing away the grease on her little paws and clothes, and then flicked the little tiger's head with her fingers.

There was no emotion or anger in her calm voice: "Have you had enough fun?"

The little tiger's tail hangs down by the woman's legs, neither swaying nor swaying. Her voice is soft and swaying as if coquettishly: "Mother~"

Cang Nanyi glanced at her pointed tail, which was not in the shape of a heart, and was no longer curled. She casually tied the little tiger's tail into a knot, raised her eyebrows and said, "I usually see you alone.

Wan, why are you so close to that boy now?"

The little tiger turned her head and glanced at her tail, with a resentful look in her eyes. She immediately transformed back into her human form, half-leaning against the window, with the breeze blowing on her immature brows. She said, "Mother, do you want to take him back to Kunlun?"

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Cang Nanyi thought deeply: "It's not a bad idea."

The little tiger was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone was a bit reminding: "Mother, he is a corpse demon, why do you want to take him back to Kunlun Realm Ruins?"

The girl leaned against the window, her clothes were extremely thin, and her face looked a little lonely.

Cang Nanyi glanced at her and said, "I thought Junjun would like him very much, but I never thought that you don't want him to be your brother?"

The little tiger looked back and smiled, the loneliness he had seen just now seemed like an illusion: "It's enough for my mother to have a daughter. I'm afraid she won't be able to raise a son well."

Cang Nanyi pretended to have a weird expression, smiled softly, raised his hand and scratched the little tiger's nose: "I read Qingxuan's story book, and thought that only a child in the mortal world would eat it, and then the parents would find a new one for her.

My brothers and sisters are afraid of being divided and favored, so it turns out that all the members of my family are also unavoidable?"

The little tiger narrowed his eyes and nuzzled her fingertips with his nose like a lazy cat: "Mother is my mother alone. If I pamper him and love him in the future, you will be sad."

You have to want to kill someone."

Cang Nanyi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "When did you become so overbearing?"

As a god in Kunlun, she was used to being single throughout her youth. She had never thought deeply about how to be a good wife and mother.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her carefree nature that the little tiger she raised in her hands followed her over time and became estranged from each other, losing all the vigor and willfulness of his youth.

Compared with other children of the same age in the mountains, she seems to be a little lonely and in a lot of difficulties.

She doesn't have much time to spend with her, and occasionally she takes on a disciple, just because she wants to find someone to grow with her.

I have never seen the little guy rely on her so much, and now this sudden possessiveness is really inexplicable.

Cang Nanyi thought about it for a moment, and realized that he didn't care enough about his daughter on weekdays, so he failed to realize that she was so sensitive inside.

Also, every tiger cub has a very strong sense of its own territory, and hers... after all, it also has fangs.

The little tiger suddenly suppressed the smile on her lips. She looked into Cang Nanyi's eyes and said, "My mother has deep reasons for wanting to bring him back to Kunlun, but she just thinks that he is really suitable for Kunlun?"

Cang Nanyi's eyes darkened and he looked at her without speaking.

The drizzle floated like mist into the carriage, and the girl's slender eyelashes were covered with a layer of fine water droplets, making her brows more distinct.

"At least, he is not suitable to be the son of Kunlun."

The curtains were fluttering in the night rain. Cang Nanyi cast his gaze outside the car, looking at the wind and rain all over the city. His voice drifted away like a rain curtain: "You are right. Before I met this young man, I did have the intention to kill him."

He brought him back to Kunlun, but after just one meal, I changed my mind."

The little tiger's eyes moved slightly and he fell silent.

Cang Nanyi sighed softly, with some regret: "He is different from those children in the past. This boy's eyes are too clean, and they are not eyes that the corpse demon can have. Since he can choose the Tiance Junshan, it means

He is very different from the rest of the world."

The little tiger slowly lowered his head and played with the tassel on his waist.

She said, "The Cangshan Mountains are covered with snow, and Kunlun is illuminated by the candles. The world only thinks that the mountains and seas outside are beautiful, but the original sin covered under the white snow is enough to devour such a clean person beyond recognition."

The bright ones are easy to stain, and the rough ones are easy to break.

The cleaner something is, the more difficult it is to withstand ink stains.

"He should be a person who enjoys strong winds and long nights, enjoying solitude and freedom. At least now... it is not a good time for him to go to Kunlun."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Cangnanyi picked up a crystal clear crystal chess piece from the box and played with it carefully on his fingertips: "Every word Junjun said makes sense, but Junjun...

Do you know that this young man... he inherited the Blood Feather River."

Her change of topic was too abrupt, and the little tiger obviously failed to react to this unexpected sentence. Her smiling eyes were slightly confused, and she said blankly: "What..."

Cang Nanyi casually threw the chess piece into the chess box, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "You may not know that originally, there were only Five Rivers in this world, and the Blood Feather Pond at that time was still my Kunlun.

The pure soul pond on the mountain."

Little Tiger didn't seem to be able to hear what she said next. She looked dazed, as if she couldn't calm down about the fact that Bailian had inherited the Blood Feather River for a long time. Her eyes were open in a daze, and there was a frown between her eyebrows

It's so confusing that it's hard to calm down.

It was rare to enjoy this peaceful moment at night. Cang Nanyi raised his head lazily, with a mysterious smile in his eyes.

"Although it is indeed a little anxious to bring him back to Kunlun directly, there is a chance for him to go to the devil world to hone his skills. The future is long, and the fate between Kunlun and him is not yet known."

The faint candle flame flickered and suddenly went out.

But there is no need to light the lamp now.

The three thousand lanterns above the Shinto are all bright, shining in the south of the sky.

The little tiger looked at the three thousand lanterns that were burning together, and there were some incomprehensible emotions in his faint eyes.

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After feeding Wang Yue and Yin Ling Gui Hu, Bai Lian set off and left Xianling City.

Although it has become the new city of Xianling City, Xianling City has no special rules to restrict the city lord from leaving Xianling City.

Furthermore, after the city lord was elected in the past dynasties, the new city lord had the habit of returning to his hometown.

Even the female officer Qingxuan would not have any objections to this.

Balian's newly selected Tiance Junshan Sword does not have a spirit attached to it, so it is difficult to control the sword with Qi, so Balian still uses the Qiushui Sword instead for the time being.

In early spring, there are long and continuous rains, which moisten things and make the mountains and grasses luxuriant.

When he came here, Balian took a white jade car. He was so motion sick that he almost vomited all the way. He didn't take a close look at the scenery of mountains and rivers in this world of mortals.

Now, on the way back, the night ink enters the painting, the mountains, seas and rivers are all at your feet, the endless night wind and gentle rain wash your face, and in the vastness of the world, Balian suddenly feels that his heart has suddenly become broad and free.

As if he remembered something, he couldn't help but touch the fairy tear between his collarbones.

He couldn't remember when he embedded these immortal tears into his bones.

But after receiving these immortal tears, he seemed to feel subtle changes taking place in his body.

During the three days when he drank Sanqing wine and slept drunkenly, he seemed to have had an extremely long-lasting dream.

Dreams are like sand on fingertips, a revolving door of lights flashing before my eyes, then extinguished.

The fairy tears did not bring him the magical effect he imagined, but he vaguely realized that these fairy tears were definitely useful to him.

If you want to retrieve the memory through these tears, you have to look at it in a dream.

It's easier said than done when the corpse demon enters a dream.

Balian gave up this idea for the time being. He raised his head and looked at the rainy night sky. He had a thought in his mind for a moment. When his eyes touched it, the raindrops in the sky seemed to have become a part of his thoughts at this moment. He slightly raised his eyes and looked out from the Tianhe River.

The rain that fell all over the sky actually turned into reverse rain, rising up into the sky one after another.

Even the clothes that were soaked by the rain turned into rain, and followed the rain directly into the sky.

Bai Lian knew that he could indeed control the power of water, but at the same time he also knew that rain was the force of the four seasons, belonging to the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and the rootless mystery.
To be continued...