Mountains and rivers turn, a cool breeze welcomes.
A large river meandered through the depths of Mount Lu, which was inaccessible to humans.
On the river, there's a small boat going down the river.
Under the bright moon, Yakumo was sitting cross-legged on one end of the raft with a zither placed in front of her. She was dressed in a complicated and gorgeous black Daoist robe and a fox fur cloak.
Her slender fingers are dancing on the zither strings.
The sound of the zither is leisurely, attracting countless birds that are supposed to return to their nests late.
There are also fish in the river that jump out of the water along with the sound of the zither, splashing white jade-like waves.
Ikaros is kneeling behind Eight-cloud Ink. She raises her head and quietly looks at the bright moon in the sky.
The pair of pink wings on her back unconsciously flaps along with the sound of the zither.
Suddenly, Ikaros looks at the shore.
Her eyes turn bright yellow.
At the same time, Eight-cloud Ink flicks her finger, and a visible wind blade imbued with demonic power flies in that direction.
"Pop —!!"
There's no earth-shattering explosion, the wind blade disappears like a popped soap bubble when it's still some distance away from the shore.
"Whoosh!"
A figure suddenly appears at the bow of the boat.
The fragrant wind brushes her face, Eight-cloud Ink's slender eyelashes tremble, and she slowly raises her head.
Under the moonlight.
On the river.
A peerless beauty in traditional Chinese clothing stands proudly.
Eight-cloud Ink lowers her head again, as if she didn't notice the beauty in traditional Chinese clothing, and her eyes are slightly closed.
But the sound of the zither changes, and the previously impassioned sound of the zither calms down again.
Ikaros's bright yellow pupils changed several times, and finally returned to their indigo color.
The beauty in traditional Chinese clothing stares at Eight-cloud Ink with eyes brighter than the moon.
Her right hand waved at her slender waist, and a sparkling jade flute suddenly appears in her hand.
She puts the jade flute to her delicate lips, and the sound of the flute starts.
The birds that were originally attracted by Eight-cloud Ink's zither flapped their wings and flew away.
Eight-cloud Ink secretly shakes her head, and the calm sound of the zither changes again.
As the flute and zither intertwined, Ikaros's eyes kept switching between bright yellow and blood red.
The thousand birds that flew away kept circling above the wooden raft.
The beauty's eyes narrowed, and the dazzling scene of a thousand birds above her head suddenly changed.
There were actually several night sparrows that fell onto the wooden raft. They flapped their wings continuously, but they were unable to fly again.
Eight-cloud Ink's hands gently pressed on the strings, and the music stopped abruptly.
As if they had agreed beforehand, the beauty in traditional Chinese clothing put down the jade flute by her lips.
"The bird is innocent. Sect Leader Luo, why do you have to do this?"
Sect Leader Luo, Luo Hao, Luo Cuilian.
Jiangnan's King of Wuxia, Marquis Warban's mortal enemy.
He was at the top of Jun Linwu and the Hierarch of the Five Purgatories Sect. He could be said to be a peerless scholar.
"Even daemons take pity on such wild birds?"
The word "monster" indicated that Luo Cuilian already knew the identity of Eight-cloud Ink.
"The heavens have the virtue of cherishing life."
"Hahaha …"
Luo Cuilian laughed wildly.
"I'm the only one in the heavens. Why would I care about the virtue of the heavens? It's just a few wild birds. I've already killed them. What do you want? "
"Besides, how can a monster like you understand the words of a pedantic scholar? I'm really surprised. "
Eight-cloud Ink silently reached out and carefully picked up the three night sparrows that were still struggling on the wooden raft.
The green light emitted from her palm enveloped the night sparrows' petite bodies.
After a few breaths, the dying night sparrows flapped their wings again and flew up. They circled above Eight-cloud Ink's head, chirped a few times, and then scattered.
"Life is the most brilliant and precious, and it can never be repeated."
"I thought that Sect Leader Luo, as the Hierarch of the Divine Land, would understand this principle."
"And daemons have their own Daos. Why can't you understand this principle? The history of daemons is longer than the history of humans. "
Eight-cloud Ink calmly looked at the insufferably arrogant Luo Cuilian.
"So what? I only know that in this world, daemons and ghosts have long been extinct! "
"You also know that I'm the Hierarch of the Five Purgatories Sect, the top master of martial arts. How dare you talk to me like this?"
Luo Hao's slender hands under her wide sleeves had somehow turned into claws.
"Do you know that anyone who looks directly at my face will have their eyes gouged out, and anyone who hears my voice will have their ears pierced? You arrogant junior who calls yourself a monster are really bold!"
"You trespassed into my cultivation place on Mount Lu and even played the zither to lure me here. Don't you know how to write the word 'death'?"
Eight-cloud Ink chuckled and raised her right hand in front of Luo Hao's stunned gaze.
Her index finger slid in the void, and the daemon power at her fingertip left traces of light in the air.
In a moment, a big word 'death' appeared and then dissipated.
"See, of course I know how to write the word 'death'."
…
"Are you kidding me?"
Luo Hao looked at Eight-cloud Ink with a dark face.
"No, no, no, I'm just answering the Hierarch's question."
After opening a gap and putting away the zither, Eight-cloud Ink placed a small table, a pot of black tea, and two exquisite teacups in front of her.
"Although wine is the best in this situation, I don't like wine. But please forgive me for not being fond of wine. I can only express my feelings with black tea. "
"This is the Nether Tea from the White Jade Building in the Underworld. You can't drink it in the world of the living."
Luo Cuilian knelt in front of Eight-cloud Ink fearlessly. After Eight-cloud Ink filled a cup of black tea for her, she picked up the teacup and tasted it.
"How is it?"
"Good tea!"
Luo Cuilian's eyes sparkled as she felt the strange power rising in her body.
"… If a mortal drinks this tea, I'm afraid his soul will immediately return to the Underworld."
"Of course, the tea leaves of the Nether Tea grow by the Three-Way River and have been taken care of by the undead who haven't reincarnated yet. When they grow, they are contaminated with a strong aura of death. Ordinary creatures can't bear it."
"Are you a monster from the Underworld?"
"No."
Luo Cuilian nodded.
"That's right. If you're from the Underworld, you won't have an angel following you."
Eight-cloud Ink laughed. "What kind of logic is that? Besides, Ikaros isn't a real angel. "
Luo Cuilian carefully looked at Ikaros.
After a long while, she put down the teacup in her hand.
"Tell me, why did you lead me here? If you can't give me a satisfactory geographical reason, this place is beautiful and suitable to be your burial place. "
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Luo Cuilian in front of her.
In all fairness, this woman is more beautiful than her own wife, Ashina.
Born in ancient China, Luo Cuilian has a temperament that modern women don't have.
Her smile and frown are breathtaking.
Because she is at the peak of martial arts, she is the only one in the world. Her whole body exudes an inviolable domineering aura.
Like a flower high in the mountains, proud and aloof from the world.
After returning to the real world from Pandora, Eight-cloud Ink didn't reincarnate and didn't become a god slayer. After leaving Italy with Ikaros, she went straight to China.
Speaking of which, this is the first time Eight-cloud Ink returned to China after reincarnating as a monster.
— — Although it's not the country of her original world.
But in this world, after coming to China, how can she not meet Bishop Luo who dominates the East?
"The reason is that I'm curious about Bishop Luo's style."
"Hmph …"
Luo Cuilian sneered.
"That's it? You risked your life to come to Mount Lu for this reason? "
"Risked my life? What do you mean by risking my life? "
"I'll tell you now!"
As soon as she finished, Luo Cuilian's palm struck.
The wooden raft under the three of them instantly exploded!
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