Chapter 308: Master of Tianji Pavilion (57)
However, no matter how bad Song Beiwu's mood was, this was one thing he could not change.
Who made him and Song Nanfeng share the same roots? In truth, Song Nanfeng is him, and he is also Song Nanfeng. They are one and the same...
But before Song Beiwu could continue thinking, a voice interrupted his fluctuating thoughts.
"Did the Ghost King see anything?"
The person who asked the question was He Nianguan. Seeing that Song Beiwu had not spoken for a long time, he was the first to ask this question.
Hearing this, Song Beiwu returned the copper coin to Zhaoyang Jianzun. After a moment, he said, "There is indeed something strange. This Heaven-asking Stone... has developed intelligence."
This was what he captured just now when he was attacked by the power contained in the Heavenly Stone. It was hidden extremely secretly.
If it weren't for the backlash he suffered, he would have been too busy to take care of himself, so the hidden intelligence would have come out cautiously to spy on the situation.
And this time, he just happened to notice it, otherwise it would be difficult for Song Beiwu to discover that this Heavenly Stone actually had consciousness.
The people standing by had different expressions when they heard this. Zhaoyang Jianzun clenched the copper coin tightly and his face became even colder.
No wonder he felt that this Heavenly Stone was a little strange in front of the Demon Court altar. Its aura was different from the other two he had collected. However, the difference was so subtle that Zhaoyang Sword Master subconsciously ignored it.
Now that Song Beiwu had revealed the truth, Zhaoyang Sword Master finally recalled the details that he had overlooked.
During the short period of time when he was distracted by this matter, a light and gentle voice sounded from behind him, confirming Song Beiwu's words.
"The Ghost King's perception is indeed sharp. This Heaven-asking Stone does have intelligence, and it has been developing intelligence for quite some time."
As soon as the voice sounded, He Nianguan suddenly raised his eyes and looked in that direction.
He would not make a mistake, this was the voice of the Master.
When He Nianguan's gaze fell on the reality, the white figure that made him extremely worried suddenly came into his sight.
The man's face was pale, his lips were also very light, his black hair was a little messy, and his gray eyes were not wrapped with white silk. Instead, they were tightly closed, leaving only a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
He Nianguan's breathing stagnated, and then he quickly walked to Yan Qing's side, his eyelashes trembling, and even his voice trembled a little: "Master... you finally woke up..."
Yan Qing had a faint smile on her lips. She raised her hand and gently patted He Nianguan's shoulder, saying softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry. Now everything is fine."
He Nianguan pursed his lips, not believing Yan Qing's words that nothing was wrong. Putting aside other things, just the pale face of his master was enough to make him feel relieved and stop worrying.
However, before He Nianguan and Yan Qing could say a few more words, Song Beiwu and the other two seemed to come back to their senses and came over together.
The black mist gathered first, and He Nianguan was gently moved away a little. When he stood firm, he saw a person standing between him and Yan Qing.
The man is still in the same place as before.
He Nianguan suddenly clenched his fingertips and looked at Song Beiwu with a cold look in his eyes.
Song Beiwu, who pushed the person away, didn't feel anything at all. His eyes fell on Yan Qing, mixed with worry and a hint of surprise.
However, when he was about to say the caring words, he hesitated.
Although Song Beiwu had always said in front of He Nianguan and others that he and Ling Weizun were old acquaintances, making others think that they had a deep friendship.
In fact, the only time he had really come into contact with Lord Ling Wei was when the Heavenly Stone appeared in the ghost realm and triggered the illusion of the ghost realm's maze city.
And everything in the illusion told him at the moment the illusion was broken that it was all just a dream. After he and Lord Ling Wei came out of the illusion, they should have nothing to do with each other anymore.
But perhaps it was because the scenes created in the illusion were too profound, and the reincarnation that they mistakenly believed to be due to the distortion of space was too real, so that even now, he still found it difficult to extricate himself from it, and he had many delusions.
But with all these thoughts going through his mind, when he actually faced this person, he was suddenly speechless.
In the end, Song Beiwu just pulled up the corner of his lips and put on the same faint smile as when they parted that day. In the eyes of others, he had a bit of romantic and evil in him.
"Since we parted at Ghost Domain City, we meet again now. How come Lord Ling Wei looks so weak?"
He mixed all his concerns into this short sentence.
This was the most appropriate sentence he could ask.
Yan Qing's smile did not diminish: "Of course, he is still not as elegant as the Ghost King."
Song Beiwu moved the hand hanging by his side.
Still as charming as ever...
In fact, the first time they met in the Ghost Domain City was his most embarrassing moment, but he had been holding on in front of Ling Weizun and did not show it on the surface.
When the illusion was just broken, the few survivors were a little dazed, and it was obvious that they had not escaped from the scene inside.
And he just woke up faster than others, so he seemed to be unconcerned about what happened in the illusion.
But do you really not care?
No... on the contrary, he cares more than anyone else.
I got more deeply into the play.
In fact, he realized long ago that this entire secret realm was a huge illusion, and everything that happened in it was false.
But he knew that if he woke up at this moment, he would be completely kicked out of this secret realm.
Song Beiwu looked at the person who was playing chess with him with a smile, and finally chose to hypnotize himself.
Tell yourself that the fantasy is the real world.
He relished that moment.
Because only in this false world are they close friends walking side by side, and no one can surpass him.
This was also the closest he had ever been to moonlight.
Unfortunately, the illusion was broken.
Under the scorching peach tree, the man wiped the blood from his lips and said indifferently: "The illusion has been broken, it's time to wake up."
Song Beiwu suppressed his fluctuating emotions and said take care. This was what he sincerely hoped for, but Lord Ling Wei never took it to heart and just thought of it as a polite farewell.
Now this person obviously didn't take his question seriously and thought it was just a normal greeting, and didn't notice the subtle concern in his words.
Song Beiwu suddenly felt a little frustrated. He lowered his eyes, and a shadow fell on his eyelashes, covering the complex emotions surging in his eyes. He was afraid to reveal even the slightest clue in front of the person in front of him.
Song Nanfeng, who sensed Song Beiwu's emotional fluctuations through empathy, raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently, with not a single light in his dark pupils.
He is calmer than Song Beiwu, perhaps because he sees things more clearly.
The moonlight is gentle, but its brightness is cold.
Why does Song Beiwu feel that the bright moon will shine on him alone?
Just wishful thinking.