Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Nan Jing looked at the golden blue ball floating in the air in the distance, he is not cold now, Bai Guanyin did not let any wind and frost to his surroundings, Nan Jing put down his hands around his face, and asked softly : "How do we get there?"

Bai Guanyin stepped directly into the void, beckoning Nan Jing to follow, waving her fan as she walked forward, Nan Jing followed beside her, and every time she took a step down, she could see a lotus petal made of jade. They are all a little closer to the golden blue ball in the distance.

Bai Guanyin's attitude was very indifferent, which made Nan Jing feel a little guilty, and left without saying goodbye.

After all, Nan Jing really thought he was going to die at that time, Nan Jing thought it would be better not to say goodbye, so as not to worry about sadness, Nan Jing didn't want to see anything related to tears anymore.

Nan Jing pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm sorry."

After a few seconds of silence, Bai Guanyin raised the corners of her lips, and there was a hint of noble sarcasm in her cold voice: "I'm used to it."

The two chatted nonchalantly, completely unaware that the live broadcast room with 200 million people had been blown up. Of course, this kind of explosion was silent. Di is more a real god. It is said that there are already new disciples who have painted the portrait of Bai Guanyin and burn incense every day to pray devoutly.

Now that Bai Guanyin is seen on the live broadcast interface, someone is already taking screenshots frantically. After all... I don’t know if I can see it next time, right?

For the children of the Bai family, it is even more complicated. They think that Nan Jing belongs to the wife of the head of the Bai family, and now the real body of Mrs. Bai turns out to be a spirit bead, and there are so many people who call her "little beauty" and "like" Now, it seems that going to Baoguhai still has to do something big. Even though the head of the family has already become a god, he still finds it very difficult to abduct Nanjing back.

Really distressing.

The two walked not fast, but they could cover a huge distance with each step. In less than a hundred steps, they came to the vicinity of the golden-blue sphere, which was a huge golden-blue cover. From the outside only a stream of light can be seen and it is difficult to see what is inside.

Nan Jing stood outside the huge golden-blue cover and murmured, "Is this Baoguhai?"

It turned out that this was Baoguhai, where the old man tried his best to go east, just to get a bell for himself.

"Indeed," Bai Guanyin nodded slightly, and said softly, "It can also be said that the last bit of pure land preserved in the heaven and earth is on the verge of collapse. In order to resist the erosion of resentment, many ghosts and gods were sacrificed in Baoguhai .”

"Do you want to go in now?"

Nan Jing nodded, Bai Guanyin signaled Nan Jing to come closer, took out a brocade white robe with his left hand, shook it off before Nan Jing could respond, and put it on Nan Jing: "It may be cold inside, or it may be dressed There are differences, so be careful."

Nan Jing's hands stopped, his heart warmed up, he raised his head and smiled at Bai Guanyin, his thin red lips glistened with water, and said softly, "Thank you, Zhenjun Bai."

Just as he was about to step in, Nan Jing suddenly remembered something, took out a yellow talisman from his arms, and quickly folded the talisman with his hand. In the wind and frost all over the sky, the polarized light of the golden-blue mask scattered on Nan Jing's white skin. With his face red from the cold, he quickly folded a thousand paper cranes out of a yellow talisman.

When Bai Guanyin was a little stunned, Nan Jing directly passed the thousand paper crane with a yellow talisman with his red hand. Holding the folding fan in his hand: "Peace Thousand Paper Cranes."

"I'm going in." Nan Jing turned his head, golden blue light and frost and snow filled the sky fell into his translucent eyes, he fell back, and the paper crane was left in Bai Guanyin's hands.

Nan Jing's smiling eyes were full of youthful enthusiasm: "Goodbye, Bai Guanyin."

Bai Guanyin grabbed the origami crane made of light yellow talismans, and he only had time to see how the south mirror fell into it.

All the golden blue light was dazzling at the moment when Nanjing came into contact with it. Nanjing seemed to fall into a lake full of stars. Perhaps that was also the welcome that Baoguhai had been waiting for for a hundred years. For the return of the Lingzhu, Baoguhai The golden blue mask greeted with the most magnificent light, the eyeballs under the long black eyelashes on Nan Jing's fair face began to change color, and the faint black gradually disappeared, turning into light black full of crystal luster, like dots. A glass bead with a drop of ink.

Bai Guanyin was absent-minded for a moment, his upright back bent slightly downward for a moment, he wanted to hold Nan Jing and pull him up, he had a premonition that the next time he saw Nan Jing would be...it would be a long time later up.

But he only moved his fingers forward a little, and when he squeezed, he only reached the thousand paper cranes folded from the yellow talisman in his palm. The paper crane made a slight crisp sound, which was the sound made by the talisman paper.

Bai Guanyin lowered her eyes, looked at the thousand paper cranes in her palm, and stood quietly for a moment. Bai Guanyin closed her eyes and waved her fan, and her figure faded away in the void.

Thousand Paper Cranes flew away.

Baoguhai.

This is a relatively ordinary day in Baoguhai. People who are still in Baoguhai live a life isolated from the world. There is always the sound of sugar cakes and wonton soup in the early morning, and there will be a bell in the middle of the night. The place is just a sea that ships can't sail through, and the sky is always golden and blue. For them, it was like this a hundred years ago, and it will be the same a hundred years later.

There is still a difference, that is, the Baoguhai Ferry has been closed forever, and the resentment that has always had to be resisted does not know where it comes from. The first thing every child learns from birth is to pick up a sword. The time to practice swords is only when the golden platform flies out of the order. At that time, the owner of the golden platform, Lord Xie Yi, will put the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers collected in the past year into tens of thousands of paper swords, and the paper swords will fly from the golden platform with sword energy. out.

Those sword qi that can be comprehended will benefit everyone in Baoguhai, and the osmanthus that exudes aura carried by the sword qi will keep everyone from being disturbed by resentment for the next ten days, so don’t worry at this time Relatives and friends are eroded by resentment, everyone can sleep late, wake up lazily, and eat small wontons in scallion chicken soup, accompanied by a bowl of sugar water, even the air can be filled with lazy sweetness.

But on this day, there was a change in the golden-blue dome, and the golden light on it shook for a while. Suddenly, the long-dead osmanthus tree by the roadside in Baoguhai took out new branches.

The first thing I found was the children practicing swords by the ferry. This group of men, women and children were only seven or eight years old, all wearing indigo blue tunic robes, and wielding iron swords that were somewhat heavy for them. To practice the sword, you have to swing a thousand times a day.

Suddenly, one of the little girls with a double bun sneezed, her sword hand shook, and she was almost thrown to the ground by the heavy sword.

The boy at the front is older, he is the little girl's elder brother, he turned his head sharply but sternly, and then he found that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree above their sword practice was sprouting rapidly, and soon, the golden sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom , several sweet-scented osmanthus swirled down from the tree and landed on his sister's neatly combed bun.

The boy suddenly put away his sword, and after a moment of blank expression, he ran towards the street: "The sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming! The sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming!!!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus in Baoguhai will only bloom when there is spiritual energy. It is said that to see what is outside the golden blue sea, you have to wait until the spiritual energy recovers.

This is something that every child in Baoguhai knows, so when they couldn't stand the practice of sword practice when they were young, or when they saw their relatives suffer from the pain of resentment erosion, they would cry and ask: "When will the spiritual energy come out?" Will it recover?"

Everyone will tell their children that we have lived a good life, and there are still many ghosts and gods who have been directly stricken by resentment. We are a group of people who have been protected. We should be grateful. As long as we are sincere enough, we can resist resentment for long enough. At that time, a god in charge of aura will come back and give us aura.

The way of heaven does not allow those who cultivate the Tao to survive, it is indiscriminate killing, but we have to wait until the day when the stars turn and there is a way to survive.

Every child in Baoguhai grows up like this, and they all believe in this way.

But today, Baoguhai's sweet-scented osmanthus really bloomed.

A large number of people flocked to Qingshiban Road. The proprietress of the Tangshui shop put up a signboard selling sweet-scented osmanthus syrup today, and the owner next door selling small wontons in chicken soup smiled and immediately put up a sign saying that today’s wontons are free until they are sold out. Those who didn't practice swords, and those who wanted to find cracks to suppress their grievances, all looked up happily, with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fluttering in their eyes.

Nan Jing used a floating talisman when he landed, and when he landed, the sweet-scented osmanthus had already filled the entire Baogu City.

In this joyful atmosphere, Nan Jing took off the brocade white robe that was draped over his body, he held a little boy who was running wildly in the street with candied haws, Nan Jing touched the earring hanging on the left earlobe, Out of his mouth came the awkward old saying: "Little brother, where is the Golden Terrace? There are so many people that I can't get the direction."

The little boy was startled, and quickly laughed: "Beautiful brother, you are so happy! Over there, Lord Xie Yi went back as a flying dragon a few days ago."

As he spoke, the little boy pointed to the east, held a candied haws and hummed a song, and left happily, not knowing at all that this was the person who brought the aura.

Nan Jing couldn't help laughing, stood up and walked towards the direction the little boy was walking, that was the Golden Terrace, where Nan Lingzhu died a hundred years ago, but now Nan Jing has returned in another way.

The Golden Terrace is actually made of blue bricks. When it is covered with sweet-scented osmanthus, it looks like gold, so it is called the Golden Terrace.

This time Nan Jing brought not so much spiritual energy. After all, he hadn’t got the spirit beads yet, so the scattered osmanthus didn’t cover the entire bluestone brick. Nan Jing stepped on the bluestone brick and walked up. It's raining, very small rain, the rain here has the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus and aura, and the taste of damp.

No wonder Xie Yi has this smell on him.

Nan Jing walked to the door of the Golden Terrace. In front of him was a mahogany door with peeling paint. It seemed that no one had repaired it for a long time. The gold-plated dragon patterns on it were a bit old. Nan Jing raised his sleeve and wiped it. Gold-plated dragon pattern, pursed lips, and when the fingers were about to knock on the door, the door slowly opened.

Through the fine rain and the scattered osmanthus, Nan Jing, who was wrapped in a white brocade robe, raised his eyes and saw Xie Yi.

Xie Yi's face was so white that it was almost transparent. He didn't wear the usual scale-like black tunic, but a slightly slippery black robe, which revealed his slender and fair neck. His Adam's apple is rolling, his broad shoulders are supported, his broad chest is exposed a little, his long black hair is scattered with several golden osmanthus flowers.

It was like opening the door for Nan Jing after taking a nap. The whole person was lazy, indifferent and seductive. Those slightly indifferent peach blossom eyes looked at Nan Jing with moist and gentle color: "Is Xiao Nan Jing here to divorce the engagement?" ?”

Nan Jing was wrapped in Yun Jin's long robe, and said nothing. He remembered that rainy night when Xie Yi was standing in front of him, dripping wet, and Xie Yi stretched out his fingers to catch his tears. Nan Jing pursed his lips, and suddenly laughed. : "Xie Yi?"

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows lazily: "Huh?"

Nan Jing rushed up, hooked Xie Yi's neck and raised his head, opened his mouth and bit Xie Yi's lip directly.

The author has something to say:

Yes!Our Lingzhu is best at hitting straight balls!