Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The wind blows in the shadows of the bamboos, and the green sky is clear and white.

In the bamboo forest, apart from the rustling of the bamboo leaves in the wind, there was only the gentle sound of the brocade string playing with it.

But where the brocade was playing with was a secluded waterside pavilion.

The entire waterside pavilion is made of bamboo, surrounded by green bamboo rising from the sky, with a gurgling stream flowing around the house below.

In the waterside pavilion, several people were sitting cross-legged. One of them was playing the strings of the piano. Waves of sound spread like water ripples and poured into the ears of the other people.

There was a little girl beside the person who was playing the strings, gently grinding a piece of fragrant wood. Her movements were very gentle, for fear of disturbing the sound of the piano.

But although her movements were gentle, her mind was not at all focused on grinding. She didn't even know that the incense in the incense burner next to her had burned out. Although her hands were still gently grinding, her eyes drifted to the meditating people.

"Qing Qiong, don't be distracted!" The woman who plucked the strings said softly.

"Yes, Master!" Biluo Qingqiong quickly withdrew his gaze after hearing this and said softly.

Biluo Qingxia looked at those people and saw that although their eyes were slightly closed, their brows were still furrowed. She immediately sighed and stopped playing.

The music gradually returned to calmness, and Biluo Qingxia said softly: "Can't your heart still calm down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in red suddenly stood up, raised her hand and waved, and a sword energy suddenly struck Biluo Qingxia.

But he saw Biluo Qingxia raising his hand to gently pluck the strings, and a wave of sound suddenly stirred the sword energy back to calm.

"Aunt Saint, do you know the consequences of attacking me at Biyun Waterside Pavilion?" Biluo Qingxia said in a calm tone.

"Stop talking nonsense! Let us go!" the Saint said coldly.

Next to them, Ye Qingqing and Jingfan also woke up, glaring at Biluo Qingxia and getting into position.

Biluo Qingxia stood up calmly and said: "I have been entrusted by Fan Jian to take good care of you. You must not be allowed to participate in the struggle with the hell world. It is absolutely impossible to leave."

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Saint Gu said, raising his hand and waving, the red Heavenly Luo condensed into a sword, and he jumped forward to stab.

I saw Biluo Qingxia said without fear: "But..."

The saintess immediately stopped her hand, frowned and asked, "But what?"

"But I can't worry about your father either..."

When Jingfan heard this, he immediately said doubtfully: "Hey... Biluo Donor, are you not..."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Biluo Qingxia said with a bitter smile, "I wanted to kill him! But I clearly had the chance to kill him, but in the end I couldn't do it."

"When I heard that he was willing to go to hell for you, I felt quite jealous."

"People say that a daughter is the transplantation of a father's love for his mother. If he loves you so much, he should also love your mother as well."

The saint-gu frowned when he heard this and said in a deep voice, "He doesn't love me!"

"You're not him, how do you know?" Biluo Qingxia glanced at Gu Shengren and said.

The saint sneered and said: "For me, Fan Jian would take away the blood demon's heart seed from my body and jump out of the world! For Qingqing, he would fight Ye Wuya in a bloody battle and almost be controlled by the blood demon. And he, for himself, Not only did he give his blood demon heart to my mother, he didn’t even come back to see her when she was giving birth. Is this love?”

When Biluo Qingxia heard this, she immediately glanced at Gu Shengren and said softly: "You are eighty-six years old this year, right?"

"How do you know?" Gushengren said with a frown.

"Eighty-six years ago, Gu Bufan had just been promoted to a land immortal. In order to build a heaven-level top-grade magic weapon, he went around to challenge him, but was trapped in the mountains behind the Sakyamuni for nearly ten years by the Medicine Buddha of the Sakyamuni. "Yue." Biluo Qingxia said softly, "Do you know why he must create a heaven-level magic weapon?"

The saint frowned and said with a sneer: "Isn't it because of his ambition?"

Biluo Qingxia shook her head and said, "Have you ever heard of the legend that ten soldiers gathered together and a catastrophe fell from the sky?"

When Ye Qingqing heard this, he immediately whispered: "Is that what Senior Guigu said?"

The Saint Gu nodded and said, "What does this have to do with him casting the magic weapon?"

Biluo Qingxia said: "He has been to the hell realm and sat on the omniscient throne of the Blood River Commander. He knows how to peel off the blood demon's heart without any pain, as long as he gathers ten magic weapons!"

"He challenged all the land gods in the world for your mother. Do you think he loves you less than Fan Jian?"

"How do you know this?" asked the Saint with a frown.

"Not only do I know this, I also know that when you were young, your father did not hesitate to spend his life to suppress the blood demon heart seed in your body. You have sucked a lot of his blood before. Otherwise, do you think you Where did this talent come from?”

Seeing the disdain and suspicion on the saint's face, Biluo Qingxia immediately sneered and said, "Little nun, do you still have the fifty-string music score I gave you?"

When Jingfan heard this, he immediately took out the music score and said, "Here you are."

"Turn to song 42 and read it out."

Hearing this, Jing Fan quickly turned over the music score and whispered: "Yi An is in trouble, recalling his homeland. This song can explore the things buried in other people's hearts."

Jingfan said, looking at Biluo Qingxia in surprise and said: "Have you ever used it on Ancient Sword Immortal?"

Biluo Qingxia sighed and said: "It's a pity that I used too little and only knew his past. Instead, I forgot that he loved your mother so deeply, how could he love me? This is how I paid the wrong person. ”

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingqing turned to look at Gu Shengren. Seeing her frowning and biting her lower lip, he immediately stepped forward and gently held her hand.

Feeling Ye Qingqing's company, the Saint Gu immediately said: "Whether he loves me or not, we will talk about his affairs later. Now Fan Jian is in danger, and we two must go to help!"

Jing Fan wanted to say something after hearing this, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Biluo Qingxia sneered and said: "Can you help? Not to mention you, even if I go, I will only be a hindrance. Why bother to cause trouble for Fan Jian?"

The Saint Gu was silent after hearing this.

What Biluo Qingxia said was not wrong.

With the strength of the two of them, it can be seen in the Hell Realm that facing those powerful Hell Demon Realm Lords, they have no power to fight back at all.

"But..." Ye Qingqing frowned and said, "It is precisely because of the danger that we cannot let Brother Jian face it alone! If he is alive, we will not be hurt no matter what. If he is dead, what's the point of us being alive now?"

The Saint Gu nodded and said, "The three of us will live and die together!"

Jing Fan bit his lower lip and whispered, "I am also willing to live and die with Mr. Fan..."

The Saint Gu and Ye Qingqing looked at Jing Fan in surprise, and she smiled bitterly and said, "I may have a disaster in the mortal world..."

The Saint Gu gritted her teeth and whispered, "This Fan Jian, he really doesn't even let the little nun go!"

Jing Fan's face was red, almost to the root of his neck.