At night, the bright moon shines brightly, Xiaoyue Chang'an guest room, Ning Chen stands in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, his eyes as deep as abyss, but there is no light at all.
Gradually, the Zhiming Lingtai was flourishing, the spirit was elusive, and the spiritual consciousness went straight to the starry sky.
In the vast and boundless star field, the magic waves are rolling, and the phantom in black has emerged from the body, standing in the starry sky, looking for the trace of the fairy sedan.
The star field is vast, and the boundless fog occupies half of the star field, and it is difficult to see clearly. Only the lifelike stars with great vitality are so dazzling in the starry sky.
After searching for a long time, there was no trace of the sedan chair, the demonic energy gathered, and the spirit was ready to return.
"magic"
At this moment, in the starry sky, a majestic voice sounded, and the next moment, the colorful brilliance scrolled, and a big hand appeared, restraining the fate.
The variable appeared, the demonic momentum turned, condensed into a black phantom, pointed to the condensed sword, and shook the big hand that fell towards the starry sky.
There was a slamming shock, the rays of light and magic energy were surging, and in the amazing aftermath, the big hand that covered the sky fell again.
Knowing his fate, he retreated, and the demonic energy around his body gathered into a black divine blade, and a sword Ling Hua slashed out.
A moment later, the giant palm and the sword light merged, the starry sky rumbled, the aftermath hit, and the fate turned dozens of feet, and the demonic energy shook violently.
On the other side, the little finger of the big hand that covered the sky was cut off by Qigen, and the air was overflowing.
"Oh?"
A sigh of admiration sounded, the colorful rays of light rose, and the giant palm returned to this again. It was photographed with endless pressure, and its power was even better than the previous few points.
Zhiming squinted his eyes, pointed his left hand together, and the magic wave rolled, slowly swept across the sword, and the undercurrent of the flood swept through the body, shocking the world and reaching its peak.
Just as the double-strokes were fighting again, on the life star below, the sound of silk strings came, and the sound waves were rippling, hitting the big hand that fell from the sky.
Ning Chen caught a glimpse of the opportunity, and when he stepped on it, the demonic energy returned, and the divine consciousness returned.
Jinxi City, Xiaoyue Chang'an guest room, light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, stepping on a fairyland, and it was a fairyland far beyond the cognition.
"Dangdang"
Outside the room, there was a knock on the door, and after a few times, the door opened with a creak, and Yin Er stood pitifully in front of the door and said, "I can't sleep"
Ning Chen looked at the little girl, frowning slightly, didn't this girl sleep well all the time? Can't wake up before calling.
After thinking for a while, Ning Chen thought of the reason and said, "Come first"
Hearing this, Yin'er stepped into the room, closed the door, poured a cup of tea consciously, handed it to the former, and said softly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
"not sleepy"
Ning Chen took the tea and said with a calm expression, "Sleep here, I'll stand by your side and won't leave."
Yin'er nodded vigorously, climbed onto the bed beside her, closed her eyes, her face was exhausted.
Ning Chen stepped forward and pulled the quilt for the little girl, and patted it gently, so that the little girl could sleep peacefully.
He understood that Yin'er couldn't sleep because he had abandoned her once. In this unfamiliar place, she was the only person he knew. If he left again, the little girl would be truly unacquainted.
In her deep sleep, Yin'er's little hands subconsciously grabbed the corners of the clothes of the people around her, and the tension on her little face eased a little.
Wrong, wrong, Ning Chen was silent, knowing that he was going the wrong way, but, knowing that he was wrong, he couldn't look back.
In the guest room with the word "Ming", the man behind the bead curtain was arranging the flowers and plants in the room, and the corners of his mouth showed a radian. The strange magic made him interested.
He was obviously a demon and lost his humanity, but he was still able to use his memory to judge what he should do. He was very curious how long this fragile and emotionless reason could last.
Love is a word that is too light, hurts others, too serious, and hurts oneself. It can make a person who is still sane and sensible become demonic. It can be seen that this person has experienced a painful past.
Outside the guest room with the word "Landlord", the shopkeeper gave a respectful salute and said.
"How's the profit this month? It can reach the goal I set for you," the man said behind the bead curtain.
"The profit is 4,900 taels. However, the pot of top daughter red that the landlord gave out today is worth 1,000 taels of silver. There are only three days left in this month, and earning another 1,110 taels will be difficult." Is it coloring.
"I have set a goal, I can't change it, you can find a way yourself," the man said calmly.
"Landlord, this is really impossible to do," the shopkeeper said.
"Should this be something I should worry about? No matter what method you use, I only need the final result. If the goal is not achieved in the end, the poor money will be deducted from your salary." The man said lightly.
"Uh"
The shopkeeper's tone was stagnant, and he said helplessly, "The landlord is really kind-hearted and sympathetic to his subordinates."
"Go back"
The man didn't care and said calmly.
The shopkeeper gave a respectful salute again and turned to retreat.
Outside Xiaoyue Chang'an, the night gradually lit up. In the Tianzi guest room, Ning Chen sat beside the bed all night, guarding the sleeping little girl, quietly thinking about something.
At dawn, Yin'er woke up, opened her eyes wide, saw the figure sitting beside the bed, and smiled sweetly.
"Get up and wash up, go down to eat something later," Ning Chen got up and said.
"Um"
Yin'er sat up, rubbed her big eyes, got out of bed, and began to prepare herself for grooming.
The little girl's dressing was always troublesome, Ning Chen didn't know anything about it and couldn't help, so she quietly stood by and watched without saying a word.
Half an hour later, the two went downstairs, Yin'er tugged at the former's sleeve, and looked at the entire restaurant with big eyes curiously.
In the early morning in Chang'an, Xiaoyue, there were relatively few guests. On the high platform, only women in veils were playing the piano, and the pleasant sound of the piano reverberated in the hall.
Yin'er ordered a table of food and ate happily.
Ning Chen still sat quietly aside, drinking tea and waiting.
"you eat"
Yin'er added a small sip of green vegetables, handed it to the former, and said softly.
"I'm not hungry, you can eat"
Ning Chen calmly responded and said.
"Oh"
Yin'er put the green vegetables in her mouth, smiled charmingly, and immediately continued to eat.
"Hongluan, go and toast the two guests. Today, choose Wuxin Tanmeng"
In the Ming-character room, a man's voice came out and said.
"Yes"
On the high platform, the veiled woman who was playing the qin stopped and responded with a sound, then got up and went to the wine rack on the side to take a pot of wine, and walked towards the two of them. Behind the counter, the shopkeeper's smiling face froze for a moment, his heart was like a thousand knives slicing, unintentionally dreaming, three thousand taels of silver, it doesn't matter what the landlord said, Xiaoyue Changan's one month's profit is gone, it seems, he The salary is really guaranteed
No longer.
"Master, the slave family toasts you"
Hongluan poured a glass of wine, brought it to the young man in black, and said softly.
Ning Chen took the wine, drank it all at once, and put the wine glass on the table.
"Little sister, sister toast to you"
Hongluan poured another glass, brought it to the little girl who was immersed in the meal, and said gently.
Yin'er raised her head, giggling, and just as she stretched out her little hand, she was hit.
"She's still young and can't drink, this one, I'll drink it for her"
Ning Chen took the wine glass, said something lightly, and then drank it again.
On the second floor, in the Mingzi guest room, the man had a flat smile on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything more.
In the lobby on the first floor, Hong Luan was toasting people, and the few guests in the hall frequently looked sideways. Over the years, Miss Hong Luan has never toasted anyone, even the royal family. The same is true for this young man in black. What is your identity
Ning Chen didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and Yin'er's heart wasn't too big.
On the side, Hong Luan subconsciously moved half a step towards the little girl, but she couldn't feel it. Only after she really got close to this young man in black, did she find the chill that was freezing to the bone on the latter's body, which made people feel cold all over.
"Sister, I'll do the drinking, you can go back." Yin'er said with a smile when she saw the former's unnatural appearance.
There was a hint of embarrassment in Hongluan's eyes. Although he didn't want to stay here, he didn't dare to disobey the landlord's order.
"come back"
At this moment, the voice of a man on the second floor came out and said.
"Yes"
Hongluan bowed respectfully and walked away.
"This sister must be beautiful"
Looking at the former's exquisite back, Yin'er envied.
"It looks good without you," Ning Chen said calmly.
Yin'er heard the words, her brows and eyes curled, and she said happily, "I really know how to speak."
On the second floor, in an elegant room, Hong Luan sat in front of the border, took off her veil, and upon seeing her skin as white as jade, there was a shocking sword mark several inches long, destroying her originally perfect face. , even looks a little scary.
"Hongluan, is appearance really that important?" A plain voice came and asked.
"A woman's face is more important than her life," Hong Luan said with a sad face.
"Unfortunately, I was a little late at the time." There was a hint of regret in the plain voice, and said.
"The landlord's life-saving grace, Hong Luan can no longer repay, as for the appearance"
A look of sadness flashed in Hong Luan's eyes, and he said, "This may be Hong Luan's life."
"Actually, it's not impossible." The voice from the room on the side turned and said, "The reason why the scar on your face cannot heal is because the pure sword intent on the wound is difficult to dispel, and I dare not force it. , otherwise it is likely to cause your injury to continue to worsen, however,
If there is a stronger swordsman, I will cut off the remaining sword intent from the wound for you, and I will be sure to restore your appearance.”
When Hongluan heard the words, her eyes trembled. However, after a while, the brilliance in her eyes dimmed again, and she said, "With the ability of the landlord, there is still no one who can do anything. In the world, who can do something like this?"
"Perhaps, the young man in black you just toasted can do it."
On the second floor, in the guest room with bright characters, the man who was pruning flowers and plants spoke again and said, "On martial arts, I am not afraid of anyone, but on swords, I am not as good as him."
Speaking of this, the man looked downstairs and said lightly, "It's just that I want him to help you, this possibility is really slim." The devil is ruthless after all, the current reason is just a reflection of memory, this mirror image, anytime All may be given up. All beings in the world have thousands of long-cherished wishes, asking God, asking Buddha, and no one has ever heard of it, begging the devil!