Ning Xiaoling stared at him, her fear turning into paralysis that filled her whole body, and her hand holding the sword was almost unsteady.
It wasn't until Ning Qinshui asked that his consciousness gradually returned.
In the past, when she was Ning Qinshui's apprentice, she never dared to retaliate when he was beaten or scolded due to his duties. At most, she would slander the old man behind his back and say he was not a human being.
But now, this old thing that she hated appeared in front of her again, and as she said, it was really no longer human. Her curse was effective, but she couldn't feel the slightest happiness. Her scalp exploded in shock and fear.
She turned her head away and glanced at her senior brother, only to find that Ning Chang was exceptionally calm, so she calmed down a little.
Ning looked at him for a long time, holding the sword in his hand tighter.
On the day he came back from the dead, he pointed his Taoist true intention towards Ning Qiu Shui with one finger. At that time, he had just woken up and his realm should have been extremely weak. However, with that finger, he cut the opponent into pieces. For him at that time, , this is something incredible. Now that I think about it, Ning Qinshui's soul should have been taken away by Madam Bai. What was left at that time was just a dead body with a rotting body and no consciousness, but only the spiritual power flowing out.
At that time, Ning Qianshui thought he was dead. His soul was eaten to pieces and almost disappeared. Madam Bai used the green porcelain bottle to warm him up. Until today, when the red moon in Linhe City shines and everything appears in the netherworld, He finally came out of the bottle and condensed into shape.
Because the evil spirit will not die tonight, no one in the city can kill him except Mrs. Bai, who holds the power.
He looked at the pair of former disciples who were still alive with a somewhat complicated expression. If Madam Bai hadn't told them in advance, he would have been extremely surprised at this moment.
"I didn't expect that you are still alive." Ning Qinshui still sighed: "I committed suicide today and turned into a soul. I can still accept you as my disciples and forget about the past."
Ning Xiaoling silently thought about Lu Marian's appearance to suppress the fear in her heart. She was very afraid of him, but she still stared at his face and said with an angry smile: "What a protective talisman, what a forgettable thing." .”
Ning Qinshui held a cinnabar and vermilion pen for drawing talismans. He looked at the young girl and the young girl and said coldly: "There is no point in speaking fast. When the Lord of the Underworld comes to the world, everything will turn to ashes. It is better to die early than to live."
As he spoke, he looked at Ning Changjiu and said, "You seem to have changed a lot?"
Ning didn't reply for a long time.
Ning Qinshui said: "Although you are a bit dull on weekdays, you are much more well-behaved than your junior sister. Today you commit suicide first to set an example for your junior sister."
Ning Jiujiu looked at the girl beside him, raised the sword in his hand, and said: "Master asked me to demonstrate to you, you must pay attention."
"Ah?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly stunned. Before she could understand the implication of her senior brother's words, an indifferent sword intention emerged from Ning Changjiu's side.
The snow on the ground was as white as sand, and with the snowy light on the edge of his sword rolling up, it was rough and mixed, like countless white mosquitoes dancing.
Ning Qinshui's expression was slightly stern. As soon as the intention to kill emerged, he suddenly realized that his heart was cold. He didn't understand what happened to this originally dull boy and why he now had such sharp murderous intent. .
Before Ning Qianshui could think about it, white snow rose on the ground, and Ning Jiujiu's figure disappeared from the spot. Almost at the same time, a sword light lit up, cutting through the thick darkness of the night. A sword struck from the air like a white dragon spitting a rainbow over a cliff. It instantly illuminated the night, making the red moon dim.
Although Ning Qinshui was said to have been resurrected from the dead, he could not see the light of day for a long time. When the sword light lit up, his heart was innately throbbing.
Ning Qinshui immediately drew a mark with his ink pen, and the snow on the ground stood up, turning into city walls blocking the way.
The long sword came all the way, and the white snow city wall was destroyed by the sword light as soon as it was erected. Although the sword power was blocked a little slowly, the sword intent became more and more intense. When he approached Ning Qinshui, the sword intent was already as weak as the autumn wind in the sky. The long sword fell again, and the white rainbow struck the ground. With a loud bang, everything around him was torn to pieces. Ning Qianshui was shocked. His body subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his thinking was slower than the sword light.
After the sword fell, his body was cut in half from the top of his head to the soles of his feet!
"You..." Ning Qinshui, whose soul was cracked, looked terrifying and funny. He reached out to grab the other half of his body, trying to close it again: "What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
Ning Xiaoling stared at her senior brother's back. Of course she recognized these swords. They were the three swords of Shaxue, Baihongguanri, and Qiuzhuang in the Tianyu Sword Classic. During morning classes every day, her senior brother read the Sword Classic with her. She knew that her senior brother was already familiar with the mental formula above, but she didn't know when he had mastered the Heavenly Sword Sutra to such an extent.
She watched Ning Qinshui, who was chatting and laughing, being cut in half with a sword. Although she knew that all the ghosts in the city could not be killed, most of the fear in her heart was gone.
Of course, Ning Jiujiu would not answer his question. His eyes were so cold that even Ning Qinshui, who was already a ghost, felt chilled.
Ning Jiujiu raised his sword again, and the light from the sword fell like a torrential rain on the ground, leaving his soul riddled with wounds beyond recognition.
That's the Moyu Turning Pot style.
In fact, Ning Qinshui has now died and turned into a ghost, and his cultivation has improved a lot. However, he did not expect that his disciple, who was originally empty-handed but stupid, would now be so exquisite in swordsmanship, and that sudden attack would The sword caught him off guard, so he took one step slowly and another slowly. Even if the evil spirit did not die, how could the speed with which he could repair his soul be compared to the speed with which Ning Jiujiu used his sword to destroy it
The hand holding the pen fell to the ground, and just as he was about to draw the talisman, Ning Xiaoling's eyes sharpened, and the flying sword came instantly. The sword pierced into the palm of the hand, and with a stir, five fingers were peeled off together.
"You think you are Mrs. Bai, how dare you appear so blatantly?" Ning Jiujiu looked at the soul that was broken into hundreds of pieces indifferently. He made a sword secret and set up countless sword locks to seal the main parts of the limbs. Temporarily trapped.
Even though Ning Qinshui's soul was chopped into pieces, he could still speak: "I don't know what kind of opportunity you got, but you have become so powerful in such a short period of time. It seems that those who followed me before were really in vain. But your efforts are also in vain. , you can’t kill me, and you can’t get out of this courtyard. I originally wanted to give you a way, but since you are so reckless, then when Madam Bai completes the ritual, I will slowly torture you to death!"
"Noisy." Ning looked at the girl next to him for a long time and said: "Junior sister, it's rare to find someone who can't be killed. Practice your sword skills and I'll find a way out."
Ning Xiaoling perked up and said, "Yes, senior brother."
She lifted the sword, recalling the exquisite sword moves in the sword scripture, and when Ning Qinshui's soul was about to close together, she struck out and chopped it to pieces again.
Ning Changjiu walked toward the hall with his sword in hand.
He believed that this old house should be the key to controlling the obstacles in the alley, and even that there would be an existence similar to the Yama Mansion in this dead city in the future.
He walked into the hall, flashed his sword eyes and looked around.
Everything in this hall was exactly the same as when he left. The pile of porcelain fragments were still scattered on the ground. He walked to the compass, fumbled for a while and opened the secret compartment, and found that there were indeed two bags of money missing from it.
Everything seems to be the same, this is the old house where they once lived.
Ning Jiujiu tried to light up a sword fire and threw it into the pile of dry firewood, but the sword fire quickly went out, and the pile of firewood seemed to not exist, and could not be ignited at all.
In the courtyard, although Ning Qinshui was chopped to pieces, his haunting voice still kept ringing: "This is the Judge's Mansion now, between the human world and the netherworld. Unless you have the ability to break the void, , otherwise it cannot be destroyed at all.”
Ning Xiaoling chopped his right hand that was trying to hold the pen into pieces again. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, but her expression was extremely hot. The sword moves that were originally very unfamiliar are now becoming more and more familiar with them, as if they were killing real people. Ordinary people.
"Shut up, senior brother, why do you need to talk more?" Ning Xiaoling stabbed his heart with a sword.
Ning Qinshui sneered: "Now this young man is not your senior brother at all. Could it be that you haven't been able to tell it after so long?"
Ning Xiaoling also sneered: "You are blind yourself and want others to be blind with you?"
After Ning tried to destroy the house for a long time to no avail, he turned around and pushed the door open.
Ning Qinshui said: "This room has the marks of your life for several years. These are the cause and effect that can entangle you for the rest of your life. If you cannot get rid of this line of cause and effect, you will be imprisoned here forever. This is one of the powers of Lord Hades. , don’t waste your efforts.”
Ning Jiujiu's hand that pushed the door was slightly sluggish. He thought for a while and said, "Life and death are the biggest causes and effects."
With that said, he unbolted the door, and with Ning Qinshui's extremely shocked expression, he opened the door and walked out.
He stood on the long street and looked sideways.
At the other end of the long street, a bearded butcher was holding a butcher's knife in one hand and a still bloody horse's head in the other. The horse's neck was still tied with a ribbon, just like the tall horse he saw on the first day in the city. Horse.
He walked swaggering, cursing something in his mouth. After the door of Ning Qinshui's house opened and the boy in white walked out, the butcher also stopped and looked at him murderously.
"Are you a human or a ghost? Have you seen my lost cow? If you have, I will spare your life."
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(The next chapter has also been updated)