Only Baili Duyue and Sang Feiwan were able to enter and leave Xuanzhu Hall freely. Now that the portrait in the box was destroyed, Sang Feiwan was the first to bear the brunt. He saw Baili Duyue getting angry at the servants through the curtain, and his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
what to do
Sang Feiwan's first reaction was to lie back down and pretend to sleep, but it was not a good idea to always sleep. He frowned unconsciously and tapped his knees with his fingertips, thinking that he must not let Baili Duyue find out that he was the one who burned the painting, otherwise...
Um
Sang Feiwan suddenly realized something was wrong. It was not him who burned the painting. It was Baili Duyue who burned it himself. Why was he so nervous? It was really unnecessary worry.
Sang Feiwan closed his eyes and wiped his face, thinking that his IQ must have been dulled by Baili Duyue, otherwise how could he do such a stupid thing as taking the blame on himself.
He put on his clothes, lifted the curtain and walked out, only to see Baili Duyue scolding the guards in the palace with a sinister look on his face. He had a gloomy aura around him: "A bunch of useless things! You don't even know that thieves have sneaked into the bedroom. What's the point of keeping you!"
He exhaled slowly, rubbed his temples with his fingertips, closed his eyes and spoke word by word, gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "Drag them all away, gouge out their eyes, and skin them."
The guards in the bedroom were horrified when they heard this. The punishment of skinning was shocking. They had seen many examples in Cangdu City. They were all skinned alive. Who could bear it? They all kowtowed:
"City Lord, please spare my life! City Lord, please spare my life! I only want to die, please have mercy on me!"
Compared with the torture of skinning, even beheading has become a luxury.
But Baili Duyue was obviously not going to be soft-hearted. Whether it was the burning of the portrait or the unprovoked intrusion of a spy into the heavily guarded bedroom, each of these things was enough to make him angry.
Seeing that the group of guards were about to be dragged out, Sang Feiwan came out of the inner room at the right time. He pretended not to know what happened, looked at the scene in front of him with surprise, then walked to Baili Duyue and asked in confusion: "Why is the city lord angry?"
Baili Duyue was originally closing his eyes to calm down his anger, but when he heard Sang Feiwan's voice, he paused for a moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Sang Feiwan, and his cold tone finally softened: "Are you awake?"
At the same time, he closed the purple gold wooden box at hand without leaving a trace, covering the burnt portrait inside, as if he was reluctant to let him see it.
Sang Feiwan nodded: "I just woke up and heard the city lord getting angry outside. Could it be that there were thieves in the bedroom and the city lord lost something important?"
Baili Duyue said vaguely: "It's nothing important, just a painting."
Sang Feiwan glanced at the guards kneeling below: "Since it's not a serious matter, the city lord can just give me a small punishment or a severe warning. I am a kind person and I cannot stand the sight of blood, alas..."
After he finished speaking, he frowned slightly, sighed, and started pretending again.
Baili Duyue didn't suspect Sang Feiwan of this at all. He had placed a ban on the box, making it difficult to open. How could Sang Feiwan, a mere mortal, open such a thing
In other words, the person who can open the box must be an expert among experts. If this person sneaks into the royal city, the guards in the outer hall will naturally not be able to stop him.
But who is it, and why is he so irritated by a worthless painting
Baili Duyue's fingertips fell on the box, unconsciously stroking the raised carvings on it, his mind turning over and over again. In the end, maybe because of what Sang Feiwan said just now, after a while, he finally gave in, frowned and looked at the guard kneeling on the ground, and coldly scolded: "Get out!"
The guards had already made up their minds to die, but they didn't expect that Sang Feiwan's plea would actually succeed. They felt as if they had been pardoned, and hurriedly stood up to take their leave, then carefully closed the palace door.
Seeing them leave, Sang Feiwan deliberately asked, "That painting must be very important, otherwise the city lord would not have been so angry. Who is in the painting? Could it be the city lord's sweetheart?"
Baili Duyue seemed a little embarrassed when he heard this, and lightly rebuked: "Don't talk nonsense."
Sang Feiwan leaned against the table, gently stroking Baili Duyue's chin with her fingertips, then asked him to look up at her and asked in a bewitching tone, "Who is the city lord's sweetheart?"
Baili Duyue stared at Sang Feiwan in a daze without saying a word.
Sang Feiwan asked again with a smile: "Who is the city lord's sweetheart?"
Baili Duyue held his restless fingertips, then brought them to his lips and bit them gently, without answering. He stood up and hugged Sang Feiwan, leaning on his shoulder like he did last night, closing his eyes and whispering something with an ambiguous meaning: "Sang Feiwan, this city lord will only die with you..."
The last note faded away in the air, but it was like a sharp knife carving a mark on the heart, demonstrating Baili Duyue's extreme love.
If you love someone, then you should die with him. This may be Baili Duyue’s best answer.
Sang Feiwan paused, and all the teasing words she had prepared were useless.
In the following days, Baili Duyue did not mention the painting again, at least not in front of Sang Feiwan. The departure to Zhongzhou was officially put on the agenda, and the whole city was busy preparing the convoy and servants for the trip, as well as thousands of guards. It looked like a grand and magnificent event.
The Twelve Palaces were naturally among the group, riding their horses in front to clear the way, and when they gathered together, they were discussing something in a rare low voice.
The leader, Tian Gang, frowned and asked, "The city lord ordered you to secretly investigate the theft in the bedroom. Have you found any clues in the past few days?"
The others shook their heads, looking troubled. “We have checked everyone in the city, and there is no one suspicious. The only person who stayed in the bedroom during this period of time was the city lord and Mr. Sang.”
Tian Gang said in a deep voice: "This person's behavior is strange and extremely suspicious."
Erque said: "The city lord would never steal his own things. That Mr. Sang's origins are indeed unknown."
Sanque nodded in agreement: "The person next to the pillow is indeed the easiest to attack."
Si Que shook his head and said, "When the city lord was in seclusion, Mr. Sang frequently appeared by the lake. From what I saw, he seemed to be practicing."
Tian Gang listened to their convincing words and suddenly pulled the reins hard, frowning at them: "Since you know this, why don't you report it to the city lord?!"
"… "
The other few people suddenly became as quiet as chickens after hearing this, and no one dared to say a word.
Why? Of course it’s because of you!
Last time, Tian Gang just threatened the little beauty with a few words, but the city lord was rarely angry and punished him. If they came forward and reported that Sang Feiwan might be a spy, wouldn't it be like looking for death in a toilet.
It’s okay if Tiangang is the only one who is stupid, but they can’t follow him and be stupid.
Erque coughed awkwardly and came out to smooth things over: "Although this person is suspicious, we have no solid evidence. It is better to wait and see. It will not be too late to report to the city lord when we have evidence."
At that time, Baili Duyue was lying in the spacious car seat reading a book. He seldom read these obscure things on weekdays, but for some reason, he was particularly absorbed in reading them recently. Sang Feiwan thought it was a painting manual or something, so he took a closer look at the cover, and saw that it was "Spiritual Root Wisdom".
Sang Feiwan asked, "Isn't this just miscellaneous talk? Why is the city lord suddenly reading this?"
Baili Duyue did not answer, but suddenly raised his eyes and asked: "Do you want to practice immortal arts?"
Sang Feiwan couldn't help but think of his sometimes-effective spiritual power when he heard this, and wondered if Baili Duyue had discovered something and was testing him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pause, then smiled nonchalantly and said, "I don't have immortal roots, so even if I practice, it's useless. It's all due to cause and effect."
Baili Duyue thought that mortals only lived for a hundred years. Even if he used elixirs to extend Sang Feiwan's life, it would only be a temporary solution, unless he used the elixir to forcibly open up his tendons and meridians.
However, the spiritual roots forcibly built up by using pills have very poor talents. If they practice, they will only stop at the Dan Breaking Realm in their lifetime. For those who are insignificant, it is better not to practice.
Sang Feiwan obviously knew this, after all, he had read a lot of books in his spare time: "The city lord wants to use elixirs to open up my meridians? But after all, the magic power is built up by elixirs. It can only reach the Dan Breaking Realm and it will be difficult to break through. It's better not to practice."
They have the same idea.
Baili Duyue was lying on the couch with his head propped up. He threw the book in his hand far away after hearing what he said. His eyes were heavy and he curled his lips in a cold smile, saying, "Who said that? There are also different levels of elixirs. If you can get an inner elixir condensed by a master of the Tianyan realm to open up your meridians, not only will you have immortal roots, but you will also be able to break through the first level of the Dan realm as soon as you enter the door, without any restrictions, and your cultivation speed will be more than ten times faster than others."
Entering the spirit, enlightenment, breaking the elixir, dividing the spirit, merging with the Tao, and heavenly evolution, a total of seven realms and twenty-one levels.
He had already broken through the Dan realm right after entering the sect. If this got out, it would be really shocking.
Sang Feiwan looked strange when he heard this. He even suspected that Baili Duyue was crazy. He asked tentatively, "There shouldn't be many Tianyan Realm masters in Yunjing now, right?"
Baili Duyue hummed.
Sang Feiwan: "If I want to take out the inner elixir, do I have to cut open the dantian?"
Baili Duyue hummed again.
Sang Feiwan: "Without the inner elixir, a master of the Tianyan realm will also die, right?"
Baili Duyue finally looked at him after hearing this. For some reason, he suddenly chuckled and said, "Without the inner elixir, your cultivation will be wasted. If a person's cultivation is wasted, it is better to die."
In fact, Sang Feiwan didn't really want to practice Taoism. He thought that if Baili Duyue really went crazy for him and went to fight with a master of Tianyan Realm, trying to take his inner elixir, that would be very bad.
"Fake."
Sang Feiwan reached out and pulled Baili Duyue into his arms, and habitually used her fingertips to gently twist the hair on his shoulders: "The inner elixir of a master in the Tianyan realm is not so easy to take. It's just nonsense in the book. Don't believe it."
Baili Duyue thought that others would be eager to hear about this opportunity, but why did Sang Feiwan seem to avoid it? He rested his head on the man's lap and looked up at him, trying to find out something. However, Sang Feiwan's eyes were calm, with only a trace of worry that he himself didn't even notice.
Worried about…
Worried about yourself
Baili Duyue stared at Sang Feiwan's eyes quietly, and his fingertips suddenly flicked for a moment. He couldn't help but reach towards Sang Feiwan's eyes, and suddenly wanted to condense that trace of worry into substance, then take it out and hold it in his palm.
Ding!
The system suddenly beeped.
Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 17
Sang Feiwan saw Baili Duyue reaching out his hand to her, and was afraid that he would dig out her eyes. After all, in addition to skinning people, he also liked to dig out their eyes. Seeing this, she subconsciously turned her head to avoid his hand, held it to her lips and kissed it: "What for?"
Baili Duyue let Sang Feiwan hold him without struggling. He looked at him for a long while, and suddenly asked in an ambiguous tone, "Sang Feiwan, how about this city lord get you a Tianyan realm pill?"
Sang Feiwan thought that this man was indeed crazy: "Where in this world is there any Tianyan Realm Pill for you to take?"
This sentence touched Baili Duyue. He suddenly laughed out loud, evil and wild, like another evil personality. His chest trembled, and finally tears came out of his eyes. Finally, his stomach hurt, and he finally said weakly: "Do you know... Do you know that the Emperor of Zhongzhou has a beloved concubine, and that concubine has a golden phoenix crown with a pearl on her head, and there is a golden pearl as big as the belly of a finger on the crown..."
Baili Duyue stretched out his hand and gestured to Sang Feiwan, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, exuding evil spirit, and whispered in his ear as if whispering: "People only think that it is a rare Panlong Pearl, but in fact, it is an inner elixir cut out from the dantian of a master of the Tianyan realm..."