Jiang Niannian was eating the straw raincoat cake, while Yin Buqi continued to casually pick out a few servants.
She looked at the servant who was trying hard to remain calm, and suddenly felt that it was a bit like the scene in class when the math teacher called on students to go to the blackboard to do a problem. The expression was as if he was facing a great enemy or had lost his parents.
Jiang Niannian found it strange. No one tried to beg for mercy or resist. They just went forward obediently to die when they were called.
What she didn't know was that before she came, many people had resisted and died even more miserably than they did now.
Jiang Niannian asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Yin Buqi said: "The traitor has exposed Qingqiu's location. The three major immortal sects have sent many spies in. I will deal with them."
"Ah? How could this happen?"
"Don't be afraid, I will take care of it."
Mr. Jiang was still a little worried: "But..."
Yin Buqi held her hand and said, "Don't worry, I will kill every cultivator who comes."
Jiang Niannian looked at him for a long while, then reached out and hugged his waist: "I don't want you to handle everything by yourself."
"Okay." Yin Buqi kissed her hair affectionately: "I'll take you to a place tomorrow."
…
Jiang Niannian looked at the vast and open new world before her, feeling a little confused.
This is a place similar to a fairyland, full of spiritual energy. It is not an exaggeration to call it a paradise.
The landscapes were all like ink paintings, with elegant and light colors, and there were flowing water and springs in the mountains. They were in a large open space, and beyond that, there were hazy clouds and light red smoke.
"Where is this?"
Yin Buqi said, "This place is called Nevernight. It is said that before Wen Shili, there was a Mahayana cultivator in the world named Canghua Daojun. His original name was Zanghua, but because the word 'zang' was too yin, it was changed to 'zang'. This Nevernight is the place where Canghua Daojun lived in seclusion."
Jiang Niannian asked: "How did you find this place?"
"I discovered it accidentally while looking up ancient books in the library these days."
"So are we going to look for that Taoist Canghua?"
Yin Buqi shook his head: "No, he is dead."
Jiang Niannian was surprised and asked, "He's dead! How did he die?"
"The orthodoxy is eternal and solid, and he was half a step away from ascending to heaven, but he suddenly became possessed by the devil and was strangled by the four major immortal sects." Yin Buqi lowered his eyes indifferently and said in a deep voice: "It's very strange."
Jiang Niannian felt a little regretful, and then asked: "Then why are we here?"
"In the future, a palace will be built here. If you get bored of staying in Qingqiu, you can come and live here."
"But this is a land with no owner." How can this land be occupied just like that
"I have set up a barrier here. It belongs to you."
As Yin Buqi spoke, he pointed at the vague mountains in the distance with his hand.
Jiang Niannian found it funny: "What do I need this territory for?"
Yin Buqi just smiled, and with his other hand gently tucked her long hair behind her ears. His red eyes were like an unfathomable well, with a lingering addiction surging in the deepest part. He stared at her intently and said, "Give my Nian Nian the 18,800-li territory from here to the border of Qingqiu as a dowry."
The cool palm beside her face was still caressing gently, and the force seemed to contain a lot of tenderness, just like reeling silk, wrapping around her heart thread by thread, causing a suffocating panic.