Ning Jiujiu sighed and said, "Your Highness, please."
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him expressionlessly and said, "First of all, why are you sleeping on the ground with Ning Xiaoling? What did you do to her? Why did she wrap up the quilt tightly and seem to be scared?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned.
This first question stumped him.
He asked back: "Junior sister is cold. I wrapped her in that quilt. Junior sister is warm and happy. Why do you say she is afraid?"
Zhao Xiang'er frowned and said, "Then why are your hands and feet pressing on her?"
"Ah?" Ning Jiujiu felt a little pain in his head and couldn't think of anything. He said, "I was taking care of you all last night, and then I was exhausted and fainted. I didn't know what happened."
Zhao Xiang'er hummed, without questioning his statement, and asked, "Did you carry me back last night?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Obviously you saved me, why did you let me sleep on the bed, but let you and your junior sister sleep on the ground?"
What is Ning thinking about for a long time? Do we have to squeeze the three of us into one bed? Then when we wake up, the sword will really stab our neck.
Ning Jiujiu cursed in his heart, but said verbally: "His Royal Highness's rich body saved our lives earlier, and was the most seriously injured. He should be put to sleep for both emotional and rational reasons."
Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Then what did you do after I fainted?"
Ning Changjiu said righteously: "Your Highness, please don't underestimate me. I have always been a gentleman."
Zhao Xianger sneered: "Really?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Your Highness has been holding on to the lapel of his clothes since he was unconscious. I just transferred some spiritual energy to you. There is absolutely nothing extraordinary."
Zhao Xiang'er stared into his eyes, with a joking smile on her beautiful face: "I have a mole one inch below my collarbone. If others see the mole, it will disappear on its own. Why did I wake up and look at it? It's... missing?"
As he spoke, Zhao Xiang'er leaned forward and moved the sword closer to his neck. The loose white skirt and collar drooped slightly, revealing skin that was whiter than the white skirt. The jade-like clavicle was as delicate and flawless. The color of snow and sand is vaguely outlined.
With the sword at his neck, Ning Changjiu kept in mind the true meaning of his master's "invisibility", looked into her eyes sincerely and sincerely, and said, "Your Highness, can you take the sword away first?"
Zhao Xiang'er's face turned even colder: "Stop talking nonsense and give me an explanation."
Ning Jiujiu was a little nervous. He frowned and thought for a while, then said aggrievedly: "I don't remember having a mole. Could it be..."
Speaking of general, Ning Changjiu took a deep breath in his heart. Is there any mole in this world that disappears at a glance? Is this girl lying to herself? Sure enough, with this thought, he found that the sneer and joking in Zhao Xiang'er's eyes became clearer. Her thin pale lips opened slightly and said: "Huh? Don't remember? Then what do you remember?"
Ning was silent for a long time and said: "Your Highness, this is a misunderstanding."
"Really?" Zhao Xiang'er's voice was still a little childish. She leaned forward further, her long hair falling down and scattered on his chest, "What about my face?"
Ning Jiujiu continued to pretend to be stupid: "Face? His Highness slashed Madam Bai with his sword and beat her to the point where she was seriously injured and fled. How can there be any shame in it?"
Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Zhao Xiang'er twisted her wrist slightly, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "Which hand touched it?"
She looked at Ning Jiujiu with a smile, her delicate cheeks like an elf painted in the night, and her soft white dress washed away the charm, leaving only the elegance of white camellia.
The two of them were very close to each other. This should have been a beautiful scene, but Ning Jiujiu felt the murderous intention that suddenly burst out from her body. Although he knew that she should be scaring him, his heartstrings that had been tense for days still shrank, and he couldn't help it. A little nervous: "What is your highness going to do?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "If you touch it with your left hand, you will cut off your left hand, and if you touch it with your right hand, you will cut your right hand. If both hands are used together, then you can only hold the sword in your mouth from now on."
Ning Jiujiu begged, "I'm useful."
Zhao Xianger snorted coldly: "What's the use?"
Ning thought for a long time, and then said wisely: "I have a letter from His Highness!"
"Huh?" Zhao Xianger was slightly confused and said coldly: "What letter? If you lied to me, it's still too late to confess now."
Ning was pressed against the sword for a long time and did not dare to move. He stretched his hand into the quilt, touched his body, and finally took out a letter still stained with blood tremblingly.
Zhao Xianger's expression became more solemn. She took the letter and unfolded it with one hand.
There was dead silence in the dark room.
Through that letter, Ning couldn't see her face for a long time, but he could feel the huge change in her emotions.
"Your Highness?"
Seeing that Zhao Xianger didn't speak for a long time, Ning Jiujiu asked tentatively.
Zhao Xiang'er lowered her arms a little and said: "When I formed the acquired spirit, Jiuyu passed down a memory to me. The memory said that to create a truly unique Zifu Qihai, a great demon pill and a Some auxiliary things.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Big demon pill, what kind of demon pill?"
Zhao Xiang'er did not answer, but continued: "The auxiliary objects are Chang Ying Zhi Ye, Huan Snow Lotus and... White Spirit Bone." (Note)
"Bai Ling Bone?" Ning Jiujiu was startled, his thoughts flashed instantly, and many thoughts were strung together when those three words appeared: "The real name of the bone demon Madam Bai is Bai Ling!"
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes stayed on the last seal for a long time. She also thought about many things and murmured:
"My mother had already anticipated what was about to happen, and then sent a letter to trick Ning Qianshui into going to the imperial city in order to force Mrs. Bai, who was far away in Linhe City on the border of Zhao State, into the situation. Mother knew that I would definitely be able to After the storm passed, I discovered some clues about that day, and then followed the clues to Linhe City."
"Linhe City..."
"But without you, I might have died today. Why do you think I can do all this?" Zhao Xianger's voice became softer: "I... obviously can't do it."
Ning Jiujiu also understood that the Everlasting Cherry Blossom Leaves, the Fantasy Snow Lotus, and the Great Demonic Pill might have been prepared for her, just waiting for her to get them.
Everything she did was just following the trajectory arranged for her by the empress.
Just like myself in the previous life.
He felt that Zhao Xiang'er's mood was gradually declining. Although the slap Madam Bai grabbed her by the hair had disappeared, the sense of shame was firmly engraved in her heart.
"Maybe I was meddling in other people's business. If I hadn't taken action, Mrs. Bai might not have been able to kill you, but would have only encouraged your state." Ning Jiujiu said with relief.
Zhao Xiang'er recalled the deep feeling of powerlessness at that time, smiled lightly and said, "Maybe you are also part of mother's plan."
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement, but he didn't think so in his heart. In his understanding, his reincarnation should be the work of his master. No matter how powerful the empress was, she would never be able to account for everything. He was more inclined to think that everything in this secret was the result of many coincidences after Master's planning.
Zhao Xiang'er stared at the seal engraved with "Holding the Moon and Breaking the Clouds", her mind moved slightly, and she vaguely sensed something. Her lips and eyebrows were tightened, and her eyes were as spiritual as silk, glowing with a faint smile. In the light, the mirror-like pupils, there was a faint reflection of these four words.
Ning Jiujiu felt strange in his heart. This scene was exactly the same as the first time he took a serious look at the word "not appreciable".
He warned aloud: "You are weak now, so don't force it."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "The medicine to cure my heart disease is right in front of me, how can I not take it?"
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "Your medicine is more than three points poisonous."
Zhao Xiang'er refused to admit defeat, and Ning Changjiu's words irritated her even more. She stared at the seal. If she could see the truth, why not let it poison her bones
In her field of vision, the strokes of the four characters continued to expand and enlarge, and in the blink of an eye they turned into four mountains of countless rocks. Her sight tried her best to cross those mountains and see the sky and sea behind the mountains.
In a daze, Zhao Xiang'er thought she saw something, and then the world turned upside down and she felt dizzy. Her fingers holding the letter tightened, and the paper wrinkled under the force, almost being crushed directly. Ning Jiujiu immediately pinched the edge of the sword and pinched the letter. The long sword placed on her neck with eager eyes was pushed aside, and Zhao Xianger's eyes flickered and her body became unstable. She just heard her humming, then her body went limp and she fell down.
In her mind, those four words occupied all her consciousness, and the sea of qi boiled violently like a burning mountain and a sea. In the hazy moment, she saw a fiery figure with its back facing her, and the apocalyptic color was The luster was taken away. Her red dress was like fire, her long hair was like flames, and the red-feathered sparrows surrounding her were like dancing blood butterflies. Zhao Xiang'er saw that phantom, her heart trembled, and she suddenly The ground jumped forward, trying to hug her shadow in the collapsing sea of consciousness.
"Mother..."
Zhao Xiang'er fell down and crossed his arms. The pride and stubbornness in his eyebrows were tinged with a hint of weakness.
But there was no mother in front of her. She only hugged Ning for a long time, but subconsciously buried her head in his heart. The churning sea of consciousness stimulated her already weak body to twitch, and she fainted again. past.
"This medicine is really powerful..." Ning Changjiu looked at the letter tightly held between her fingers and smiled bitterly.
Zhao Xiang'er was like an injured little animal that was resting, hugging his body tightly, her soft body pressed against his chest, her long hair that was not tied into a ponytail falling down, half covering her bloodless body cheeks, and her gentle breath passing through her hair, like an itch.
Ning looked at her cheeks for a long time, remembering the drunken blush yesterday, stretched out his hand to pinch it, and said angrily: "If your health is not good, be more honest, and you are still holding a sword. Who is the paper tiger trying to scare?"
Although this scene is beautiful, if Zhao Xiang'er suddenly wakes up, he may really be chased by her with a sword.
He put his hands behind her and covered her bony back. He twisted his body a little, trying to place her on the bed. Then he went to call Xiao Ling back who didn't know where he was and asked her to take care of her. Take a look at this stubborn girl.
But his plan only completed the first and last steps.
As soon as he put his hands around Zhao Xianger's back, the door opened. Ning Xiaoling stood at the door, holding a piece of meat with patterns like snow in her hand. She looked at the scene in the room in shock and said, "Senior Brother , so you are this kind of person!"
Ning Xiaoling seemed to have stood outside the house for a while, and she heard Ning Changjiu's muttering just now.
"You actually used medicine on Sister Xiang'er!" Ning Xiaoling looked at him in disbelief and said angrily: "Senior brother, I misjudged you! No wonder you slept with me in the morning... You, you turn out to be this kind of senior brother!"
Ning Jiujiu thinks about junior sister, what evil thoughts can I have with such a small body like you
Ning Jiujiu wanted to stabilize her mood first: "Junior sister, please listen to my explanation."
But Ning Xiaoling didn't give him any chance to defend himself and slammed the door angrily.
The room returned to silence. Zhao Xiang'er was still lying softly on his chest. He was a little angry when he saw her beautiful little face. He separated her arms from holding him, and then pulled her on her chest. He pinched her face again, punished her slightly, covered her with the quilt, got out of bed and chased her out.
Ning Xiaoling, who was carrying a piece of beef, had not gone far. She was sitting on the steps, holding her chin and sulking.
Ning Jiujiu sat down next to her, glanced at the meat on her hands, and said with a smile: "It turns out that junior sister went out to hunt."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I didn't expect that senior brother is also hunting in the house."
Ning Changjiu comforted her with a smile and explained to her the ins and outs of what happened. Ning Xiaoling listened with suspicion and cast a distrustful look.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said, "You can't even trust your senior brother?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "I can't believe it, but sister Xiang'er is so beautiful, and senior brother is so hot-blooded, I..."
Ning Jiujiu knocked on her head and interrupted: "Is this the kind of person you think senior brother is? Alas, I treated you well in vain."
With that said, Ning Jiujiu stood up and pretended to leave.
Ning Xiaoling struggled for a while, then followed up with the meat, grabbed his sleeve, and said, "Okay, Xiaoling will make you some broth to replenish your appetite."
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "It's up to me. This cow helped us at least during its lifetime. Don't ruin its body after death."
Ning Xiaoling pinched his arm and said, "Brother, go and think of a way to defeat that bone monster. I'll make bone soup for you!"
Ning Jiujiu reluctantly agreed.
…
It was half an hour later when Ning Xiaoling walked out of the kitchen in disgrace.
During this half hour, Ning Changjiu took care of Zhao Xiang'er while thinking about how to kill Mrs. Bai.
However, the bridge was broken, and although the underworld was a barrier, it actually couldn't stop them for long.
Now that this city has been completed, although its grade is very different from the prototype of the Kingdom of God it was originally intended to be, it can still be regarded as a city independent of the world. It has its own heaven and earth, and its own moon, so the souls wandering here Never able to see the light, he can only be trapped here for the rest of his life. He is no longer a lonely ghost, but more like a prisoner who has been punished.
He was not sure whether Zhao Xiang'er, who was holding Nine Feathers, could cut through the night, but even if she could, she probably wouldn't want to.
She would choose to have the final decisive battle with Mrs. Bai here, firstly because Linhe City is the territory of Zhao State, and if she wants to make up for the fate of the word "Xiang", she must never hand this city into the hands of others again. , and secondly, because the humiliation that Madam Bai suffered on her was too unforgettable. How could such a proud girl tolerate this? Unless Mrs. Bai truly dies, this shame will never be erased.
What's more, this is also the direction of Jiuyu's memory inheritance.
White spirit bone…
Except for those mythical beings who are close to immortality, is there anything in the world that can truly last for a long time
He thought about his name, smiled to himself, then took out the sword in his hand and laid it across his knees.
Ning Xiaoling grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the dust off her face, and then scooped the fragrant soup into a bowl. She took a small taste and was quite satisfied. She excitedly walked in with two bowls. in the room.
As for Ning Xiaoling's craftsmanship this time, Ning Jiujiu felt that it was quite commendable, but he gave most of the credit to the mad cow who was half a benefactor - the ingredients were too good, so they could withstand the trouble.
And in the rich fragrance of the broth, Zhao Xiang'er's nose was slightly tingling in the coma.
Ning Jiujiu put down his chopsticks and spoon, smiled at his junior sister, then picked up the sword across his knees, walked to Zhao Xianger's bed, and put the sword on her neck before she woke up.
When Zhao Xiang'er woke up, she felt a coldness on her neck. She frowned and felt the envelope still being rubbed between her fingers. She recalled the scene she saw in her mind before she fell into coma, and felt a headache again.
"I'll ask you a few questions and answer them truthfully so as not to suffer any physical pain." Ning Jiujiu said.
Zhao Xiang'er was originally lying on her bed. After hearing Ning Jiujiu's words, she turned around and looked at him calmly with her clear eyes.
Ning Jiujiu said: "First question, what did you see in those four words, and why did you suddenly faint?"
Zhao Xiang'er didn't answer, and only said one word: "Three."
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned.
"Two." Zhao Xianger said expressionlessly.
Ning Jiujiu reacted.
"One..." Zhao Xiang'er's tone was longer, as if giving him a chance to change his ways.
Ning Jiujiu seized the opportunity, retracted his sword angrily, helped her up from the bed, and said: "It's a joke with Miss Zhao, don't take offense."
Ning Xiaoling couldn't help laughing at the side, thinking that she must write down this incident and tell it to her master when she returns to the mountain gate.
After today's disaster, Ning Xiaoling seemed to be in a good mood, especially after successfully cooking a pot of beef soup. She was even more confident and went to cook another pot of rice despite her senior brother's dissuasion.
At the dinner table, Ning Xiaoling served them their own rice, which was plump.
Ning Jiujiu took the first bite.
The rice was still uncooked, so he didn't say anything. He just complimented the junior sister on her good cooking skills.
Zhao Xiang'er also took a bite, chewed in silence for a while, and then said, "I'm full."
Ning Xiaoling thought to herself that Sister Zhao ate so little, why was she in such good shape? In a few years she should be almost as good as her master, so she also took a chopstick.
There was a silence in the room.
Ning Xiaoling was the first to break the silence: "Senior brother, how about you tell me a story?"
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself that although his level was now surpassed by Zhao Xiang'er's, he was more knowledgeable than before. He asked, "What do you want to hear, junior sister?"
Ning Xiaoling smiled slyly and said, "I want to hear some stories about young people enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens."
Ning Jiujiu sneered, thinking that this little girl was hinting at him again. He thought for a while and said calmly: "Then I will tell you about a poor boy who was bullied by a young lady. Later, he joined the army and became a general and took him as a slave. story."
Zhao Xiang'er frowned, vaguely feeling that he was implying something, and said coldly: "Shut up."
The room became quiet again. After the three of them had eaten, Ning Jiujiu was responsible for cleaning up the dishes. After cleaning up, the three of them sat together and began to discuss how to regain their strength as quickly as possible and cross the underworld to kill Mrs. Bai before she also recovered. die.
Zhao Xiang'er is the most advanced among the three, and naturally becomes their greatest hope at this moment.
But she lowered her head, and after being quiet for a moment, she said, "There seems to be something wrong with Jiuyu."
Previously, she controlled the Nine Feathers of the Houtian Spirit, killing and wearing her down all the way. Finally, Madam Bai, who was almost at her peak, penetrated her body with bone nails, causing great damage. Now she can only warm and nourish her spirit in the Zi Mansion. Even if she summons her, she will only be sick. A sad look.
Ning Jiujiu had thought of this before.
Without being able to control Jiuyu, their chances of winning against Madam Bai would be reduced by at least 30%.
The most important thing is that they lost the possibility of opening a gap in Fengdu's territory to escape, which was equivalent to burning the boat and cutting off their escape route.
But now, in this city, the innate evil aura of death will turn everyone into ghosts. Even if they are extraordinary practitioners, they will be subtly affected. They cannot continue to consume Madam Bai.
"Where's senior brother? Have you thought of any solution?" Ning Xiaoling looked at him expectantly.
Zhao Xiang'er also looked at him.
Ning Jiujiu leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, felt his body and the breath of the whole world, and said: "There seems to be something hidden in my heart. It wants to come out and swallow up the night."
Zhao Xiang'er listened to his mysterious words and asked, "Innate spirit?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Maybe."
Zhao Xiang'er asked: "If there is an innate spirit, it should be formed when entering Xuan."
Ning Xiaoling whispered: "Senior brother really hasn't entered the mystery yet."
"..." Zhao Xiang'er asked: "How long until you enter the Xuan Dynasty?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is still a small step left."
Zhao Xiang'er frowned and said, "First line? Then why don't you hurry up and practice?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm afraid it's too late for me to practice on my own."
Zhao Xianger bit her lower lip lightly and asked, "Then what do you want?"
Ning Xiaoling looked excited and blurted out: "Double cultivation with Sister Xiang'er?!"
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath, knocked a chestnut on her forehead, and said: "You are not allowed to talk to your senior brothers and sisters in the future, they will lead you astray."
Then, he looked at Zhao Xiang'er and said solemnly: "I hope Miss Zhao can punch me in the future."
Zhao Xiang'er crossed her arms across her chest, her curved light red lips curved slightly, and she asked with a smile: "Are you sure?"