Meng Xueli fell asleep in the arms of Daolu, breathing evenly.
Before Ji Xiao left, he left a sword energy on the head of the bed, without any sharpness, just like a warm breeze from Changchun Peak, guarding Meng Xueli's beautiful dream.
In Fengyuecheng's summer, the days are sunny and hot, and the nighttime showers come and go.
After the drizzle, the air is fresh, the clouds are open, and the moonlight is extraordinarily clear, like mercury pouring down the ground. The sound of insects reappeared in the bamboo forest, returning to the denseness before the rain.
Ji Xiao walked out of the Zhuli Pavilion, the moonlight filled his chest, and the grass leaves and rain dew wet the hem of his robe. Stepping on the water, there was no sound, and walking through the winding path, not a single songworm was disturbed. He seemed 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 carrying lanterns at night.
Suddenly, a demon narrowed his eyes and asked his companion, "Did you see that a white shadow flashed past?"
"Are you dizzy, the wind blows and flowers fall." Another demon pointed to the top of his head.
In the cool breeze after the rain, the tall magnolia tree swayed, and the huge, white petals fell in a whirl.
The lantern demon servant raised his head and stared at the flying flowers: "...Is it the wind?"
Ji Xiao walked through the courtyard and entered the lobby of the "Red Dust Drunk Dream Building". It was like entering a realm of no one. The singing and dancing in the hall were still noisy. The street outside the building is lit with thousands of lights, and a group of monsters are laughing and roaming. Ji Xiao's whole body became more and more harmonious, as if it was integrated with the whole street.
Outside Huajie Liuxiang, Fengyuecheng was soundly asleep, and the houses were closed and closed, like another world.
From time to time, several teams of night-watching demon soldiers walked through the street from time to time, with strong armor and torches. The Ten Thousand Demons Conference is approaching, and the evil demon in the town demon tower is still absconding, which makes the guards in the city increasingly anxious. At special moments, the big demon can continue to have fun, but the little demons will never wander around late at night, so as not to become suspicious investigation objects.
The avenue was empty, the shadows of the trees on the side of the road swirled, and the lanterns under the eaves shook. Ji Xiao walked alone with his hands behind his back, and strolled the streets leisurely.
A group of vigilant night-watching demon soldiers came towards him and passed him by, walking in a hurry, turning a blind eye, as if passing a tree.
After the rain, the slate was not dry, and the moonlight shone with a layer of silver-white water. The temperature is neither too cold nor too hot, which is very suitable for shopping.
In the previous life, Ji Xiao had almost no leisure time or time to go shopping late at night. His sense of existence is too strong, the world avoids him, and Fengxue also avoids him. After rebuilding it again, I will know how to be with the light and blend into the world.
In the demon world, he stood behind Meng Xueli and guided him calmly, like a spring breeze turning into rain, moistening things silently.
For Ji Xiao, of course there is a simpler and more direct way, but Daoist companions do not get along with each other, and Daoist companions want to ascend together. It was about Meng Xueli's path, and he was willing to use more patience and care, so that Meng Xueli could open up his heart and let go of the past grievances. So far, the results are good, not unexpected.
Just now Ji Xiao asked Meng Xueli, "You entered Fengyue City and watched all the way, what do you think?" Meng Xueli's answer was very long, mostly out of his knowledge of the city's builders. Ji Xiao didn't know Lingshan. If he wanted to see Fengyue City, he had to really "see": the outline of the building, the faces of the monsters, the disappearance of the night wind, the brightness 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 together build the city and determine the trajectory of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
When the spiritual consciousness of the practitioner reaches a certain level, he can spy on this invisible trajectory, that is, the "reiki line".
So in Ji Xiao's eyes, the colors of the flowers, trees and grasses, pavilions, pavilions, and street corridors gradually faded and became transparent, as if pieces of colored glass were penetrated by the moonlight, leaving only vague shadows.
Instead, the countless aura lines covering it gradually became clear. They were not messy, but interlaced, changed, and extended strictly according to certain rules, and weaved 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, as if the fog is removed, and the real flowers are seen behind the fog.
Ji Xiao frowned slightly. Fengyue City is really not right. The reiki line that is too well-organized, like the "Eternal Changchun Array" of Changchun Peak, is the result of careful carving.
It shows that there is also a large formation buried in Fengyue City.
The formation is a creation of the human race, and the monsters are not good at it, let alone burying such a complex and precise large formation. Who in the world has the ability to teach that new demon king to set up a formation
Ji Xiao remembered that when Meng Xueli led a group of young participating disciples in the secret realm of Hanhai, they meditated and broke through in the courtyard of the central city, and guarded the gate by himself. It coincided with the worship of the Zhou family in Huai Shui, and the monks from Mingyue Lake who were disguised came around, and wanted to arrest Meng Xueli for trial. They claimed that the real Taiheng had obtained the artifact "mirror mirror", which could illuminate the shadow of the soul and prove Meng Xue. It's a demon... But then there was a melee, let's not mention it.
There are shadow mirrors from the demon world in the world, the sleepy demon chains on the second floor of the town demon tower in the demon world, and the grand formation of Fengyue City.
The two worlds are 108,000 miles apart, but things in the world can be linked together like a string of beads.
Ji Xiao sighed. On the surface, King Lingshan traded with the real person Guiqing, and Guiqing sent magic tools and formations to help Lingshan consolidate the throne; in return, Lingshan lent the demon artifact "Mirroring Mirror" to Guiqing, and Guiqing handed it over to Taiheng. , to help it subvert the cold mountain.
Tai Heng thought he had a well-planned plan, but he was a chess piece on the board. Gui Qing thought he was the chess player, but he didn't know if there was a bigger chessboard.
Ji Xiao had to think more. It is easy to think one step further, after all, there are only two saints in the world today. Gui Qing has lived a long life and is scheming, but in deduction, Hu Si has higher attainments.
Ji Xiao raised his eyes and saw that thousands of spiritual energy lines converged toward the pivot, which was the most central, domed palace in Fengyue City.
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The palace frescoes have been completed. The king of Lingshan did it himself, from designing the drawings to finishing the pen, a big project that took three years, and it was a magnificent work that the demon world had never seen before.
Under the jumping candlelight, the group of monsters with different shapes and claws were frozen in the wall as if they were living creatures.
A gentle and melancholy court painter, watching paintings with the lively and lovely little luan bird demon.
No matter how many times she saw it, Luanniao was deeply shocked, and while she couldn't help but regret, she asked, "Will you still paint mink?"
"Yes." The painter smiled, "My friend will also come to the Ten Thousand Demon Conference."
Meng Xueli's whereabouts were originally under his control, but he suddenly lost clues, as if he had been pointed out by others. The demon soldiers couldn't find anything, but only found the bones of the eagle general under the cliff of the Black Mountain. Lingshan was annoyed because of this, and after thinking about it, he thought it was interesting, and he looked forward to the reunion with Meng Xueli.
Luanniao knew that the artist's former friend was the ferret in "Snow Mountain Starry Night", and 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 artist smiled: "Thank you."
The answer is good, I won't eat her tonight, and let her live another night.
"Thousands of gold are easy to ask for, but confidants are hard to come by." Lingshan thought, except for Meng Xueli and me, the demon clan are all simple-minded, stupid and stupid. If Meng Xueli died, how lonely I would be.
Luanniao mistakenly thought that Junmei painter praised himself as his "confidant", blushed instantly, and lowered his head in a panic.
Lingshan wants everything. With the power to control the demons, he began to miss his brother who cared with each other; he wanted a friendship that warms the demon's heart, but felt that the demons were not worthy of him.
He believes that he is the most intelligent of the demon clan, and he deserves everything.
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At dawn, the Hualou feast was dissipating, and Ji Xiao returned to the Zhuli Pavilion.
He spreads paper and grinds ink in front of the case, and draws the aura of Fengyue City.
After the painting was finished, the Taoist companions were still snoozing, and there was still ink left in the inkstone.
Ji Xiao thought for a while, changed a piece of paper, and drew a new painting with a few strokes—
A small white mink was lying on its back among the stacks of thin silk quilts, with its four claws wide open, revealing its belly unprepared, with a relaxed posture. The sky was not yet clear, and the indoor light was dim, and the faint morning light came in through the bamboo sea outside the window, only illuminating the sleeping ferret.
When he was exhausted, he put down the pen and left the case, turned to the small coffee table in the hall, and peeled the pine nuts for the Taoist companion.
When Meng Xueli woke up, there was no figure of Ji Xiao beside him, but he sensed Ji Xiao's breath, smelled the aroma of pine nuts, and felt calm.
He put on his clothes and stayed at the bed, went to find a Taoist companion, passed by the book desk, and saw the drawing paper on the desk.
The brush strokes are simple, casual, and extremely vivid. Meng Xueli stared at the painting, as if seeing the little mink tilting her head to avoid the light in her sleep, and moving her soft mink ears.
His cheeks flushed, and he carefully rolled up the paper and put it in his sleeve.
Below the picture of the ferret, another sheet of paper is exposed, which is covered with extremely fine, complex and smooth lines, without the ink marks of the brush, as if every line has been measured with a ruler.
Meng Xueli watched closely, his eyes were drawn by the lines, and a subtle feeling appeared in his heart.
"See what?" Ji Xiao was already standing behind him at some point.
Meng Xueli returned to his senses and smiled: "I see that you are in a good mood today. Sword Master's calligraphy is rare, I will put it away and have the opportunity to exchange money at 'Hengtong Juyuan'."