Chu Zhiyuan had already gone back to his room, and Qin Jiu was the only one left on the deck drinking by himself.
His back was leaning against the cold and hard railing, and the disgusting feeling of being thrown into a daze when he tried furiously in his chest still remained. The zhenqi in his veins was almost thirsty, and his dantian was burning hot after the zhenqi was fully activated. burning. Don't look at Jun Wanbai, Shen Changge, and the others all with sullen expressions, as if nothing happened, but the situation is definitely not much better than him.
In fact, you shouldn't drink if you're seriously injured like this.
But Qin Jiu was drinking, sip after sip, pouring strong alcohol like nothing happened.
There are not many normal guys on the top floor of the flying boat. They are all some arrogant bastard characters with higher eyes than the top. It's even harder to come face-to-face with a fog bird of prey.
After all, Quan Leng was an idiot with a face that no one wanted to pull down.
He struggled to hold back the breath he had held for more than ten years.
Qin Jiu can probably understand a little bit of Jun Wanbai's hatred for Bailishu, and maybe a little bit of why He Zhou and Li Xin are always trying to make trouble for Bailishu. In fact, as the core disciples of their generation, almost everyone has subtle emotions towards Bailishu.
Everyone competed with each other with all their strength, and always felt that the position of the senior brother was either their own or their own opponent's. So everyone was chasing each other vigorously and earnestly, and then suddenly a person appeared out of nowhere, without warning or reason, and easily took away what everyone had been chasing for so long, and that person still had a look The look of indifference.
So all the previous efforts and the harsh words between each other became a joke.
However, the person who was born out of nowhere always had a cold and indifferent look, with nothing in his eyes, neither would he feel that the identity of the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen was anything special, and he would never participate in other people's secret fights. It gives people a condescending sense of overlooking, which makes people aggrieved for no reason.
That kind of aggrieved feeling was stuffed in his chest, and over time it became a beam that he couldn't let go of.
However, Qin Jiu considers himself a relatively calm outsider, he has no ambitions and only wants to make a fortune.
For a long time, he even thought Jun Wanbai's targeting of Bailishu was a bit funny. Baili Shu didn't appear in front of many people, but Qin Jiu met Baili Shu once by chance, and it was also because that meeting made him feel that provocation and hostility were meaningless to this person.
In the snowy winter, he had met Bailishu by chance when the sect was not recruiting disciples. At that time, he was on the snow-covered peak of Jiuxuanmen, drinking a pot of bitter wine while climbing up without using his true energy. Snow as big as a goose feather fluttered down, and Qin Jiu suddenly found that someone was already on the top of the mountain.
That person was wearing a thick silver cold fox cloak, not only shivering like a mortal, but also like a statue. When he heard the sound, the man turned his head and looked at him, his eyes were as cold and sharp as the sunlight refracted on the top of the snow peak. He couldn't help but stop at that time, only to feel that the blood rushing in his blood had clotted into ice slag.
Qin Jiu always felt that those who could look at the snow in a snowy sky like ordinary people, either had a lot of worries hidden in their hearts, or had nothing and nothing.
Baili Shu is undoubtedly the last one.
And no matter how much you provoke and vent your anger against a person who has nothing in his heart, it will be meaningless, just like howling at a mountain, you will get nothing but your own echo. Dashan will not have any emotions because of your anger, nor will he stop being silent because of your roar.
It's just that at this time, Qin Jiu finally felt the aggrieved feeling that Jun Wanbai and the others have felt for so many years.
No matter how you provoke that person, you can still look indifferent, and you can't see other people's shadows in your eyes. Even if the dust settles and proves that you are right, you don't need others' apologies at all.
The few of them are like the sword that Bailishu chose under the duty of "as a big brother, so he must protect the disciples of Jiuxuan". That person will only calculate everything clearly. The emotion of the sword itself has never been within the scope of his consideration.
I have to say that this attitude is both aggrieved and irritating.
Thinking about it, Qin Jiu picked up the black ashes that were left on the deck after the bones of the prey were burnt.
When Qin Jiu was drunk on the deck, Jun Wanbai bandaged the wound in the room, Shen Changge let the wound put new poison on his fan, Li Xin sat cross-legged in meditation, and Chu Zhiyuan wiped his long sword as usual , He Zhou is not in his room.
Baili Shu was still sitting in his own pavilion, still by the window, even though he commanded a perfect battle and finally shot the arrow that terminated everything with his own hands, there was still no joy on his face look. The tea in the ice-cracked teacup is completely cold and no longer steaming.
He closed his eyes, as if he was resting or thinking.
The "Golden Crow" was not put away by him, but was placed by his side. Against the backdrop of the snow-white fox felt, it became more and more dazzling. The breath of the longbow that has not been drawn is introverted, and there is nothing special about it except that it is more gorgeous.
After a while, Bailishu opened his eyes, and took out something with his backhand - the jade box that originally contained the Tibetan Emperor Hualan given by Wenren Jiu. Di Hualan has already been used by him, and what is contained in the jade box is something else.
A rectangular blood-red crystal with sharp edges and corners, shining brightly when illuminated.
When the jade box was opened, the temperature of the surrounding air rose instantly, and the blood-red crystal seemed to condense endless heat, and even the deep color seemed to be formed by the compression of flames.
As soon as the scorching breath came out, Baili Shu's face became paler.
He suppressed and coughed a few times, rubbing the edge of the jade box with bloodless fingertips. The special feature of this crystal lies not only in the heat it contains, but also in the things sealed within it.
It was a misty phantom that had shrunk countless times.
Even though it has shrunk countless times, leaving only a faint phantom, the majesty of the fog bird is still thick and ferocious.
But at the moment when the breath of the misty bird of prey came out, the "Golden Crow" placed on the side suddenly burst out with a stronger aura, suppressing it domineeringly.
Feeling the confrontation between the breaths at a close distance, Bailishu coughed more and more, and coughed up shocking blood in the back, and his face was a bit tired.
"There is something in the end."
he whispered wearily.
Boom boom boom.
There was a knock on the door.
Bailishu pushed up the lid of the jade box, healed the tiredness between his brows and eyes, and said in a faint voice.