Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

Chapter 510 Bamboo Forest

 One sword ends,

The cold wind rolled by, and the bamboo forest pavilions outside Di'an City spread silently.

 The middle-aged man with extraordinary talent stared at the vision in the sky for a long time, and slowly exhaled a breath of white mist in the cold winter night:

 “A stunning sword.”

　　　This man has passed away, but the sword's brilliance remains the same.

The invisible sword light is like a ghost ax dropped from the sky, leaving a slash on the dome that spreads to the end of the field of vision. The dazzling light on it pours out of the world like an aurora, lingering in the dark snowy night for a long time.

Seeing this, the rickety old man slowly sat back in the pavilion, with a little admiration in his voice, but without the slightest worry:

"It seems that our worries are all unnecessary. I didn't expect that this child of the Feng family would reach such a level. After tonight, in terms of reputation, no one will be able to match the name of the Sword Master in the short term."

 The middle-aged man looked back and glanced at the old man:

 “Aren’t you worried?”

The rickety old man grinned:

"Worry? Why worry? It's too late for me to be happy. Although I do want to see Di'an destroyed, I also want to see the overseas saint pay the price for it.

 “After all, I am also from Dayan.”

 The middle-aged man was noncommittal:

 “The credibility of what you say is not high.”

“Whatever you think, what I said is true.”

The cold wind penetrated through the gaps in the pavilion, and the white hair on the temples of the rickety old man was scattered. As he spoke, he took a deep look at the middle-aged man opposite and said softly:

"Bai Emperor, if you face this sword master, what are your chances of winning?"

“If the outcome could be determined by looking at it, there wouldn’t be so many life-and-death fights in this world.”

The middle-aged man slowly withdrew his gaze, his gaze was as normal as usual, and he did not mean to say anything: "Compared to Feng Jiuxuan, I am actually more curious about the prime minister of your Dayan this time when I came to your territory."

The rickety old man's gloomy eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and then he laughed softly. The laughter was as dry as a ghost's cry in the silent snowy night, and he murmured:

 “Xu Yinhe?”

 The middle-aged man nodded slightly and glanced down at his palms with some claw scales:

“Although Feng Jiuxuan is amazing, he is not unique among the human races I have seen. I have seen people stronger than him, but Xu Yinhe is different.”

There was a strange color in the eyes of the rickety old man.

 The Lord of the Ancient Abyss, the White Emperor.

This big demon has lived longer than the Great Yan Dynasty Guozuo. It is like a living fossil. Those who have seen it and outsiders have no idea what it has experienced.

 Gently twirling his goatee, the rickety old man showed a hint of thought in his eyes, and his smile was a little gloomy:

 “Are you worried about that boy Xu Yinhe?”

 The middle-aged man did not hide his worries, his voice was solemn:

“Yes, if Xu Yinhe’s realm is better than Feng Jiuxuan tonight”

"Do not worry."

The rickety old man interrupted the middle-aged man's words with a smile: "Although that kid hasn't made a move for a long time, I don't know very well, but I think he is not as good as Feng Jiuxuan."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and the young man in bright clothes and angry horse came to mind, and his deep voice fluctuated slightly:

“I met him once, and he didn’t seem like someone who would be overtaken by others.”

"You are right. When these two boys were young, Feng Jiuxuan was indeed not better than the one named Xu, but it is a pity that he has not focused on cultivation in these years."

When talking about this matter, the rickety old man seemed a little excited. He rubbed his hands and said with a sinister smile in a deep voice:

“Human beings, once you want to do something unrealistic, you have to let go of a lot of things.”

"Pity."

The middle-aged man looked into Di'an City and was silent for a while, with a hint of sadness and a hint of happiness in his voice: "When I met Xu Yinhe, I thought that your human race would be able to produce another figure like the Tianmen Sword Immortal."

The old man raised his eyebrows when he heard this:

“Bai Di, do you think so highly of that young man named Xu?”

 The middle-aged man looked at the rickety old man calmly:

“I think you, who was forced to hide your head and tail by him, are not qualified to say this.”

The rickety old man was not angry when he heard the words, and chuckled sinisterly:

"Stay close to your friends, Bai Di, I will be angry if you keep doing this, but forget it this time, after all, you are right." As he said, he shook his head and hummed:

“However, the current source of energy in the world cannot produce such figures as sword immortals.

“One sword cut Yintian Mountain into Tianmen Mountain. If such a person were placed in this world, I’m afraid even the military formation would not be able to do anything, tsk tsk”

 “Maybe.” The middle-aged man was noncommittal.

After the chat ended, the rickety old man raised a finger, tapped the stone table in front of him, and grinned at the corners of his dry lips:

“Bai Emperor, tonight’s incident has given us a wake-up call. We’d better set up a trap to get rid of the saints like Feng Jiuxuan and others in the Prime Minister’s Office first.”

When Bai Di heard this, his eyes flashed with thought:

"It's difficult. It's impossible to kill him in Di'an City, unless Feng Jiuxuan leaves Di'an City and his whereabouts are exposed."

 “I knew you would say that.”

The rickety old man smiled meaningfully, as if he had already made a plan, but he didn't say much and instead smiled and said: "Okay, the interlude is over, let's get down to business.

"Bai Di, we went to the Western Desert in cooperation with Jiantian Pavilion. Are you, Gu Yuan, interested in getting involved?"

 The middle-aged man seemed to have heard about this matter:

 “Desert Goddess?”

The rickety old man chuckled and said:

“The royal court of Tarchao has wasted all natural resources, and if we don’t cherish these treasures, how can we let them go?”

“But I remember that the Tachao people are also our allies.”

"There are no eternal allies in this world. From the moment the Northern Barbarians fell, from the moment they fell out with the goddess, this alliance was automatically terminated. Weakness is not guilty, but the sin of the weak without self-awareness is great."

As he spoke, the rickety old man smiled sinisterly:

“You, Gu Yuan, must have always been interested in that mythical beast in the desert, the unicorn, right?”

Bai Di was silent for a while, and just about to speak, his dull gaze suddenly glanced sideways to the side of the bamboo forest.

As his gaze moved, the rickety old man sitting opposite also raised his eyebrows and looked into the depths of the dense bamboo forest next to the pavilion.

There, someone seems to have been teleported over.

 A moment of silence.

The rickety old man grinned and said:

“God seems to have given us a gift. Are you going to do it, or am I going to do it?”

“The demon clan’s Qi machine is too unique, and it is likely to be sensed by the saints in the city.”

“Then let me do it. I’m already an old man but I still have the day to do it myself.”

The words fell,

The rickety old man suddenly raised his hand to the side and hooked it slightly.

  ."Orenli.

Ever since she was teleported out of the city by her "father" using the space magic ring, she did not dare to delay for a moment and continuously activated the space magic ring to escape away from the Great Yan Emperor's capital.

but,

 What does this picture in front of you mean?

There is a power outage at home tonight and there are only so many people using their mobile phones to check the black code.

Try to make up for today’s loss with six thousand tomorrow.

　　or2

 (End of this chapter)