Raiders White Moonlight Master

The heavy rain in Xuandu City lasted for a week, intermittently and endlessly, Shen Baixing's mood was like this gray rain curtain.It was already summer, and he was sitting in a wheelchair with a snow-white blanket covering his legs.He obviously has a youthful appearance, but he has a body of a rather seventy-year-old body, and he is afraid of the cold.

Due to the continuous rain for several days, the water level of the moat rose, and the wilderness was extremely muddy. If there was no urgent matter, the people would all stay in their homes.

Although he seldom goes out, Xiaoxiu of Lingyunzong who follows him goes out every day.A young and energetic guy, full of energy, couldn't stay in the room.

A cloud of white jumped in from outside the door, and the cold wind that rushed in caused goosebumps to appear on Shen Baixing's arms.

The lion cat approached its owner with damp water vapor, a cloth bag of dried fish around its neck, and half of it was still in its mouth.It chewed and swallowed it randomly, and splashed a few raindrops on Shen Baixing's trouser legs when shaking its fur.

"So hot."

"For you, it's hot, open the window."

"No, your body can't take it."

Shen Baixing slid the wheelchair, clasped the wooden window frame with his fingers, and said, "The imperial doctor said that the lack of ventilation in the room is not conducive to recuperation."

Lion Cat refused immediately: "Which quack doctor said that?!"

After a slight squeak, the fragrance of the water vapor wrapped in the soil hits the face.The fresh air penetrated into the lungs, making Shen Baixing very clear-headed. He tilted his head and seriously thought about the lion cat's problem. After a long while, he said seriously: "Tan Feng said it."

"Nonsense, you haven't seen Dan Feng for a long time."

"He said it a month ago."

"Hehe," the lion cat couldn't stop the owner's behavior, so it could only grab another blanket from the closet and stuff it for Shen Baixing, "Cover it well."

"Ah."

Shen Baixing doesn't live in a hotel now, but lives in a house arranged by Emperor Shunzheng.The emperor's golden words, his subordinates will naturally choose the best.Outside the window, separated by two corridors is a pond full of lily pads, and a small boat tied to a stake by a rope.The dust on the boat was washed away by the rain, and a few touches of emerald green squeezed out from the gaps in the boat's planks.

Shen Baixing liked the breath outside the window very much, it was alive, it belonged to all living beings.The fragrance of the pool penetrated through the heavy rain, he took two deep breaths, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a smile.

Look, as long as you live happily, it doesn't matter if you suffer from a little bit of cold.

Seeing this smile, the lion cat suddenly understood the reason why the owner insisted on opening the window.It kicked its hind legs to the ground, and jumped onto Shen Baixing's thigh steadily, and the snow-white blanket was immediately stained with yellow plum blossoms.

His cold eyes fell on the lion cat.

The lion cat raised its paw and stuffed it into its stomach in embarrassment, "It's okay, I'll wash it tomorrow."

"Ah."

The wind blew rain into the window, soaking a layer of robe corners.

"Ah!"

The unexpected sneeze frightened the lion cat, "Don't open the window and ignore it, it's time for retribution." It said while jumping on the window, pulling on the window frame to close it.

"and many more."

"What?"

Shen Baixing pointed to a blue figure walking quickly in the distance, and said, "Song Rong is back."

Song Rong was the disciple of Lingyun Sect who accompanied him. The style of school uniform was simple and elegant, which made this young man more energetic.In fact, Ling Yunzong accepts disciples based on their looks, because Shen Baixing has stayed in the mountains for so long, and has never seen an ugly one, including the outer disciples.Song Rong was the best of the best, carrying two baskets and a bundle tied to his back, walking along the corridor.

The Songrong man had tall legs and long legs, he was panting a little while carrying things, his eyes were bright, and he said, "These are all for Xianjun."

"so much?"

"Not much," Song Rong smiled dimpled, and lifted the cloth towel covering the basket, "Fortunately, it didn't get wet. This is the pastry from Jinshifang, which means that people don't like to go out now, otherwise it would be too much." You can only buy it after queuing for an hour. I heard from the people in the tea shop that his pastries taste amazing. I watched Xianjun’s food for several days without much movement. I wanted to find something special. I love to eat and have an appetite.”

"I'm sorry for being so caring."

"Take care of Xianjun is voluntary, it's okay."

Shen Baixing glanced at it, just looking at the color and smelling it really whetted his appetite.

Charcoal was added to the brazier once, and Shen Baixing had only finished two pieces of pastry, but he couldn't eat the third piece anymore.Lion cat and Song Rong looked at him wiping his fingers, and looked at both of them with feeling, each of them could see the unconcealable worry in each other's eyes.

"You went to the teahouse and restaurant, did you hear anything else?"

"Have."

"tell me the story."

Song Rong's eyes were gloomy, "I told you, Xianjun's mood will turn bad. The doctor said, you need to recuperate from this illness, and it is not appropriate to be overjoyed and sad."

Hearing this, Shen Baixing couldn't help but smiled, "I haven't become a porcelain doll yet, besides, the doctor's words can't be counted, my own body can count, so let's talk."

The doctor's words can't be counted, you really dare to speak, Song Rong secretly said.But he came from the Lingyun Sect, and in terms of answering the elders, he upheld the fine tradition of the Lingyun Sect who always answered every question.

The voice of the young man Lang Lang was clearly audible, "There is war in the world, and the immortal family will not live in peace."

"Is it related to the abyss?"

Song Rong nodded, "In fact, since the day Xianjun came out of the mountain gate, Xianmen began to be attacked by demons. Wuwuguan is the closest sect to the Tongtian Monument. There were countless casualties in the attack overnight, and only two or three people with advanced cultivation bases were left. They escaped to report the news. It was Wuhaimen who took in the disciples of Wuwuguan. They sent a letter to the world of cultivating immortals, saying... The Tongtian Monument has cracked. first step."

Shen Baixing remembered that when he went back in time and space, he watched Ying Xuan fall into the clouds and his body scattered.

"Xianjun?"

"What else did Ying Xuan do?"

Hearing this name suddenly, Song Rong was stunned for a few breaths, before realizing that "Ying Xuan" was referring to Lord Killing Immortal.It's just that the master of the demon clan lives in seclusion, how did the immortal king, who is a member of the immortal sect, know about it?Although Song Rong had doubts, he still kept in mind the rule of not talking too much about elders, and answered honestly: "Since he came out of the abyss, he has killed [-] monks, and the outside world's evaluation of him is only four words 'moody' .”

Ying Xuan is cruel and ruthless, and Shen Baixing admits it, but "moodiness" is not the other party's behavior style.

Seeing people's doubts, Song Rong said again: "Don't say that Xianjun doesn't believe it, even I can't believe it. A demon leader like Xianjun Killing, full of murderous aura, meets gods and kills gods. In Lingqing Xianjun fought with him At that time, he was distracted to rescue Xiaoxiu who was affected."

"The most surprising thing is that Xiaoxiu who was rescued changed his hand and stabbed the sword of Immortal Killer. Lord Killer didn't kill him, but stopped and led the demons back to the abyss."

Hearing this, Shen Baixing breathed a sigh of relief.

"But in the afternoon, Lord Killer came out of the abyss again, killing hundreds of monks in a row."

Fortunately, Shen Bai didn't let go of his tone abruptly. Ying Xuan's practice of saving people and then killing people is unreasonable. Two completely different personalities are fused into one body, which is really unimaginable.

"The most surprising thing is yet to come. On the day Lord Killer returned to the world of cultivating immortals, Xiaoxiu, who was rescued by him, also participated in the crusade. He scattered the soul of this man in front of Immortal Lingqing."

"Why?"

Song Rong sighed, "I don't know either, otherwise how can I say that Lord Killer is moody."

Saving people and killing them again, what Ying Xuan did was crazier than Shen Baixing's impression.Even in the daytime, candles were burning in the room, and the light of the fire and the red charcoal fire left an extremely deep shadow on Shen Baixing's face.

The cold air on the floor seemed to be much heavier at this moment, making his feet in shoes and socks cold, and the cold air surged up along the meridians, making Shen Baixing clenched the blanket tightly.

Song Rong left, Shen Baixing had no time to listen to what he said.I don't know how long it took, maybe half an hour, maybe an hour, when the rain outside changed from pattering to torrential rain and then to continuous drizzle, Shen Baixing felt severe pain all over his body.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he struggled to move his limbs, his stiff joints creaking, like a mechanical doll in disrepair.Shen Baixing's hands are very white and beautiful, facing the dancing bright yellow candlelight, one can clearly see the light pink on the thin skin.

With such hands, they once held the immortal weapon and forgot to return, beheaded the Mahayana monks, and fought to the death with the immortal king.But now, it is so limp that it can't even lift a bucket of water.Shen Baixing shook his head, lamenting that the world is ever-changing, his current mana can't even beat the velvet around him, let alone fight against the Immortal Killer, it's useless to think about it, it's better to sleep honestly and not make the lion cat worry more.

The drizzle is the most lulling person to sleep, Shen Baixing is lying on the bed, next to the pillow is a lion cat.His body changed from heavy to light, floating like a feather on the soft bedding.Raindrops hit the eaves, sunken along the tiles, and fell into the soil drop by drop.The wind was blowing from a distant place, and it was icy, which reminded Shen Baixing of Kunlun Mountain.Feathers have no weight, so he can go wherever he wants. He saw the weakened aura of Kunlun Mountain, and the Yaoguang Temple shrunk countless times and hid it in a ball.There is a little green in the center of the sphere, and Shen Baixing guessed it was a big tree.

Confused, he was attracted by the ball, and fell into the snow with a bang.Shen Baixing felt the same way, his vision instantly went blank, and he lost the concept of the passage of time.In the white world, a very strange and important feeling arises spontaneously. When he indulges in this feeling, he seems to share the sorrow and joy with the mountains and rivers, every plant, tree, flower and leaf, as small as the invisible dust in the air , made Shen Baixing feel like he was breathing with them.

The dawn light shone on the snow layer, and just when Shen Baixing thought that he was really going to become the greenness in the center of the sphere, there was a crisp sound in his ear.

The flesh and flesh collided with sharp pain, and Shen Baixing suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, Xianjun wake up!"

"The cat has already said that Xiaobai's skin is tender and he can't be beaten. If you don't listen, you insist on beating him. It's all right now, his arms are red!"

"Time is urgent, Xianjun has been asleep for two days, if there is nothing powerful, who knows when he will sleep."

"You're still reasonable," the lion cat stared, "the cat will scratch you to death!"

The chirping sound was so annoying, Shen Baixing looked in the direction of the pain, the skin from the wrist bone to the back of the hand was flushed, and even fingerprints could be discerned when he looked carefully.It must be the eunuch who was arguing with the lion cat in front of him.

The people in the palace must have something important to do when they ran out.

The eunuch held the lion cat by its neck, pulled it away from his face, and knelt on the side of the bed with a face that had been scratched red by the cat, "Xianjun, help me!"

Shen Baixing rubbed his fingers between his brows, looking out of spirits, he said, "How do you say that?" He couldn't figure out, who else could he save with this crippled body.

"The second prince is awake and wants to see you."

Xiao Jin said it was a great thing to wake up, but the little eunuch's expression told Shen Baixing that things were not easy.Besides, how can a body without a soul wake up?

There were few pedestrians on the street of Xuandu City, the shops on both sides were deserted, and the carriage drove all the way from the mansion to the imperial city.

"Take control!" The eunuch pulled the reins, his face was covered with rain, and his dark clothes were soaked and stuck to his body.He didn't seem to feel the cold, only anxious in his eyes, jumped off the carriage and opened the curtain, respectfully said: "Xianjun, please get out of the carriage when we're here."

There had been a sedan chair waiting by the side, Shen Bai was lucky to get out of the carriage, and was helped to sit on it.During the turbulence, he saw the dark sky, the many palaces, and the oppression everywhere. At this moment, the magnificent building is like an eye, staring indifferently at the people entering the city.

Shen Baixing looked at the three big characters "Zhaoren Palace" gilded not far away, and looked away.Before he entered the door, he thought, looking at this day, a heavy rain is inevitable.

After seeing Xiao Jinyan, Shen Baixing knew where the seriousness and sadness on the little eunuch's face came from.His Royal Highness the Second Prince was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the top of the bed, and slowly turned his head when he heard footsteps.

As soon as he saw these eyes, Shen Baixing knew that Xiao Jinyan was coming back.

The maids and imperial physicians all retired, and there were only Shen Baixing and Xiao Jinyan in the huge palace.The charcoal fire was burning dutifully, warming Shen Baixing's cold hands, facing a person who was about to die, everything seemed pale and powerless.

The quilt rose and fell twice, and a hand stretched out from inside, holding Shen Baixing's hand on the bed.The back of his hand that had just warmed up was shivering from the cold, and as soon as Shen Baixing moved, he was gripped with greater strength.

He met the second prince's eyes in shock, such strength is not what a dying person should have.

"Xianjun, I want to take you somewhere."