In the yard of the old house, the snow was in a mess, and the moonlight reflected on the crystal snow, like a red grass beach in late autumn and early winter.
After Ning Changjiu put on a clean new clothes, he stood a few feet away from Zhao Xiang'er. Both of them took off their swords and only fought with their fists and feet.
Ning Xiaoling moved a stool and sat under the eaves of the yard, taking care of the red umbrella and sword for them. She rubbed her hands and clasped them in front of her chest. She felt disappointed that she could not watch their dual cultivation as the two of them became tense. The stance also disappeared, leaving only intense anticipation.
Ning Jiujiu cupped his fists and said, "Miss Zhao, there is no need to be merciful."
Zhao Xianger rubbed her muscles and bones and couldn't help laughing when she heard these words: "Don't worry."
I've wanted to beat you up for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu also took a deep breath and stared at Zhao Xiang'er's fists and kicks carefully, recalling her previous moves when she killed the butcher, the bone demon, and fought against Madam Bai, and envisioned the embankment route in her mind.
He looked serious at this moment, but he didn't realize that his decision would be the beginning of a nightmare in the next month.
At a certain moment, Ning Changjiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and a crisp sound like bone exploding sounded in his ears, and Zhao Xianger disappeared from the field of vision in front of him.
She did not suppress her state. The moment she activated her body, spiritual power suddenly filled her whole body. Even the ends of her hair were filled with a faint thunder. The moment her body penetrated, her figure was like a projectile. She was ejected like a rocket, her loose white skirt instantly clinging to her front body, her skirts fluttering backwards, her long and flaming hair even more like a jet of black lightning. At the same time, her left fist was withdrawn to her waist, and her right fist was completely gone. Hit the door in a flashy way.
Ning Jiujiu originally wanted to catch her with his side palm, first use the force of rolling grass to remove the strength, and then capture her with both hands, but as soon as his palm touched Zhao Xiang'er's arm, he was shaken slightly by the spiritual energy that exploded from her body. He felt numb, and just when Zhao Xiang'er's hands were about to meet him, they suddenly changed their moves. He turned his shoulders and arms, twisted his waist, and his tense left foot instantly moved, bringing up the white snow on the ground, and directly attacked Ning Jiujiu's body. waist.
Ning Jiujiu had expected it before, but his fist and arm were moved forward by Zhao Xiang'er's movement of closing the fist, and his body also leaned forward. At this moment, Zhao Xiang'er swept his leg past, and he only had time to step back half a step and stretch out his arm. He tried to stop her, trying to shake her off and then hold her ankle.
After the two collided, Ning Changjiu's arm felt pain like a bone fracture. The kick touched his arm and hit his waist, knocking him backwards for a few steps, while Zhao Xiang'er The advantage was unforgiving, with almost no pause in his body, he kicked him again on the chest. Ning Jiujiu blocked his arms, but was kicked firmly in the center, and his body retreated again.
Before he could adjust his breath, Zhao Xiang'er's fist came again. The punch did not hit the door again. Instead, he turned around slightly and punched the waist sideways. After Ning Jiujiu barely caught the two punches, he moved a little slower. , but Zhao Xiang'er directly seized the opportunity and grabbed her arm. She twisted the muscles and bones on her forearm like threads, and the power exploded instantly. She pulled Ning Jiujiu's arm and pressed it, and her body was wrapped around his. He put his hand on his back, then pointed his sword at the back of his neck.
After a few moves, Zhao Xiang'er defeated Ning Jiujiu head-on with one swift move.
Ning Xiaoling watched with horror. She knew that Sister Xiang'er's realm was much higher, but in her heart, the senior brother was also quite powerful. He could not survive several rounds of moves. She never thought that this was less than two moves. Then she was caught by Sister Xiang'er.
Ning Jiujiu's arms were captured, and the back of his neck was pointed with a sword. He had no choice but to lean forward and kick back with one leg. At the same time, his muscles and bones seemed to be vibrating, and the spiritual power between his bones suddenly became strong, trying to escape. Zhao Xiang'er's hands, and as soon as his feet moved up, Zhao Xiang'er noticed that he kicked his calf with his toes, then stepped hard, bent his knees and hit him, causing Ning Changjiu to bend his knees and stand alone. Kneeling in the snow.
Zhao Xiang'er held his body down, the pent-up anger in her heart bursting out. In line with the mentality of killing evildoers for the people, she punched him in the back, and Ning Changjiu's body was knocked away. , rolled over on the ground and then smashed into a snowdrift.
Zhao Xiang'er clapped her hands and said proudly: "Are you still feeding me?"
Ning Jiujiu relaxed his numb arms and stood up from the snow. Looking at Zhao Xiang'er's calm and composed look, he suddenly felt that not only was he inferior in strength, but he was also inferior to Zhao Xiang'er in terms of boxing and kicking skills. Far from it, he patted the snow on his shoulder and said: "Since I asked Miss Zhao to give me a fist, how can I give up halfway?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Then I won't spare any effort."
Ning Jiujiu formed a boxing stance according to the martial arts manual in his memory, and his expression became more solemn: "Just take action."
Zhao Xiang'er nodded: "If you can't bear it anymore, just beg for mercy. Remember to speak softly and don't be harsh."
Ning Jiujiu frowned slightly, recalling the speed of Zhao Xiang'er's punch just now, thinking about the way to parry, and said: "If I accidentally win one and a half moves, His Highness must not become angry from shame."
Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die."
She originally didn't want to do anything heavy, but as soon as Ning Jiujiu said these words, the murderous aura in her body surged in an instant. Just like before, her black hair and white skirt shook her body silently, and her body flashed like a long electric light. The shadow was shocked, and another punch came.
Ning Jiujiu could barely see the punch clearly. The path of this punch was almost the same as the previous first punch.
His mind sank, but before the words "repeating the old tricks" took shape in his consciousness, that punch seemed to break through the space. The distance that was still far away suddenly became closer in an instant. Ning Changjiu's pupils suddenly He shrank back, trying to avoid its sharp edge, but his body movements were always slower. The punch had already hit his forehead, making him fall back.
Zhao Xiang'er looked cold and said: "You are smooth-talking and have no sincerity at all. You dared to point a sword at me before. I will punish you with ten punches first."
In the voice, Zhao Xiang'er's fists arrived like shadows. Ning Jiujiu's condensed figure had been shattered by the first punch. He took a slow step step by step, and all the movements of his fists were led by Zhao Xiang'er, and he himself He was not very familiar with boxing skills, and the few destructive moves he occasionally came up with could not be used under Zhao Xiang'er's airtight offensive.
Zhao Xiang'er's complexion was like snow, and the joints at the tip of her fist were exquisite and clear. It looked like a jade that would break at the touch of a touch, but when it hit the ground, it was powerful enough to make the steel collapse, and there was a surge of extremely abundant power. The two fists and kicks exploded after each other, causing ripples to form in the surrounding space. After each collision, Ning Changjiu's body was forced to take several steps back.
As he advanced and retreated, Ning Jiujiu's defensive momentum finally collapsed under Zhao Xiang'er's punch to the chest. Zhao Xiang'er seized the opportunity and dismantled all his remedial momentum, and struck with a small fist. Ji hit his chest as hard as a drum, causing him to retreat repeatedly. Finally, he was thrown out like a sandbag and hit the wall of the courtyard with a loud bang. His body sunk into the wall and it took him a while to slide out.
Zhao Xiang'er temporarily closed her fist and asked coldly: "Is it enough?"
Ning Jiujiu leaned his back against the wall, swayed to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Come again."
Zhao Xiang'er sneered, and moved forward again. He blocked Ning Jiujiu's blockage with his hands, grabbed the clothes on his chest, pushed him hard, and smashed him into the wall again. Without waiting for Ning Jiujiu's reaction, Zhao Xiang'er Er punched him again in front of him as he tried to lean out of the wall, causing his nose to bleed and he fell into the wall again.
Zhao Xiang'er was like making a specimen. No matter which part of Ning Changjiu tried to break free from the wall, she was mercilessly smashed back.
After dozens of more punches, Zhao Xiang'er seemed a little tired. She pulled Ning Changjiu out from the wall, then cut his chest with her elbow and knocked him in again.
Ning Changjiu's face was covered with blood. He opened his swollen eyes and looked at Zhao Xiang'er, still determined.
Zhao Xiang'er frowned, bit her lip and said, "What are you trying to do?"
After saying that, he pulled him out again and threw him to the ground. He kicked him in the waist and kicked him backwards. Like a shovel, he shoveled high snow along the road.
At this moment, Ning Jiujiu had been beaten to the point where he had almost no resistance. His whole body ached, and his heartbeat had accelerated. Between the expansion and contraction, there seemed to be some hidden sound, like a baby's cry.
That touch of spiritual awareness was interrupted again by Zhao Xiang'er's fists and kicks. He was lifted high into the air and thrust into the snow he had shoveled just now. Zhao Xiang'er stepped on his chest, condescendingly Asked: "Is it enough?"
Ning Changjiu's chest felt like a huge stone was pressing down on him. It was particularly difficult for him to even breathe at this moment, let alone talking. However, he still reached out his hand, grabbed her ankle, stretched out his hand and twisted it violently, but the difference between their realms was too big. Zhao Xiang'er's body was obviously so petite, but he remained motionless under his strength, like a peaceful mountain.
Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath and was a little upset about this young man who refused to beg for mercy. She twisted his chest with her toes, causing him to wring pain. She recalled the conversation between Ning Jiujiu and herself today. Zhang's half-smiling face made her roll up her sleeves unconsciously.
Ning Changjiu, who was still going to be beaten severely even if he had already done it, felt a chill in his heart when he saw her rolling up her sleeves.
Then, Ning Changjiu, who always regarded himself as a tough man in the yard, had his mouth pried open. The first few screams were muffled, and then they became more and more violent. Ning Xiaoling couldn't bear to listen. She looked at her senior brother's I felt sorry for the tragic situation, but I didn't stop it. After all, this should also be senior brother's... practice method
Well, senior brother's way of practice is really special.
She closed the door.
In the yard, Ning Jiujiu, with the help of Zhao Xiang'er, slid up into the sky and hit the ground again. In the end, Ning Jiujiu fell on the snow covered with scars. Every bone in his body ached, and he was no longer able to make any punches. The strength to pretend to resist was gone, but Zhao Xiang'er was dripping with sweat from the beating, and her hands and feet were still hot. She looked at Ning Changjiu, who was lying like a corpse, wondering how many punches he could still withstand, and she was eager to try.
Under Zhao Xiang'er's scorching gaze, Ning Changjiu finally couldn't resist and raised his hand to express a temporary truce.
In the room, after Ning Xiaoling heard that there was no movement outside, she opened the door and took a look. She was relieved when she saw Zhao Xianger pulling her senior brother up.
Zhao Xiang'er grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood on his face, and said sarcastically: "You are so weak and dare to make a three-year contract with me? Will it look good to have my face stepped on when everyone is watching? Hmm? … You’re not going to be okay with this, are you?”
Ning Jiujiu wanted to retort, but he was beaten so hard that he couldn't say a word, so he just hummed weakly.
Zhao Xiang'er grabbed him, and suddenly out of the corner of his eye, something seemed to have fallen from Ning Changjiu's body to the ground.
Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, hooked her fingers, and wrapped her spiritual power around the object that fell into the snow like a thread, lifting it out of thin air and hooking it into the palm of her hand.
That's a... silver hairpin.
Zhao Xianger asked: "Why do you have this kind of thing on your body? Which woman does it belong to?"
Ning Jiujiu opened his swollen eyes and took a look. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he vaguely remembered that it was the hairpin borrowed by Lu Married that day. Lu Married didn't ask for it at that time, so he forgot to return it. She kept it by her side, thinking of returning it to her after returning to the sect after New Year's Eve.
Ning Xiaoling, who was standing behind the door, also remembered it. Before she could defend her senior brother, she saw Zhao Xianger holding the silver hairpin in her hand and said with a smile: "Oh, I remembered, this is Miss Lu. I didn’t expect that you, who just claimed to be a gentleman just now, not only stole someone’s personal belongings, but also hid them privately. I didn’t expect that you would have such a habit. You are really a gentleman.”
Ning Xiaoling looked at Zhao Xiang'er's fierce look and knew that her senior brother was going to be in trouble again. She quickly closed the threaded door, got back under the quilt, and covered her ears.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to defend, but he couldn't speak at this moment. Zhao Xiang'er played with the silver hairpin for a while, then pushed him to the ground and beat him again, as if he had this strange collection. Punishment for addiction.
Then, Zhao Xiang'er grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the house. He boiled half a tank of water and asked Ning Xiaoling to treat his injuries while he went to practice in the next room.
Ning Xiaoling wrung out the hot towel, wiped the wounds on his body, and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother, why don't you stop practicing in the future? Sister Xiang'er doesn't attack lightly or harshly. What if I break my senior brother?" ?”
Ning lay on the bed for a long time, his muscles all over his body were in pain like tearing. Stimulated by this severe pain, he could keenly sense that something seemed to be beating uneasily deep in the Zifu. Like a little chicken that keeps pecking at the eggshell, every time Zhao Xiang'er punches him, he is actually knocking on the door.
It's just that his monastic door is like a complete iron plate, with no visible cracks, and it is hopelessly strong.
Ning Xiaoling wiped the wound on his back, while Ning Jiuchuan twisted his eyebrows and said in a weak voice: "Continue tomorrow."
Ning Xiaoling cried sadly: "If senior brother is beaten to death by Sister Xiang'er, how can I avenge you?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, you won't die..."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Senior brother is really strong. If it were me, I would have begged for mercy without even receiving two punches."
Ning Jiujiu sighed in his heart. If he hadn't known that Zhao Xiang'er couldn't kill him, I would have never had the confidence to withstand so many punches from her. I don't know where such a big punch comes from in that small body, especially her. Later, he was hit with a few punches on the hairpin, which made him so angry that he almost fainted.
Ning Changjiu's eyebrows trembled, because he had just woken up not long ago, and his body was not too sleepy, so the feeling of pain stimulated him more clearly. This kind of pain was different from the past. When he fought with the snow fox that day, the blade stabbed him. It pierced his chest and passed through his back, and the **-like pain all over his body was many times worse than it was now, but he didn't feel as powerless as he did now. What was derived from that powerlessness was fear.
Fear filled his heart.
His current Qi sea is like a bottomless abyss. In his clear perception now, he seems to be standing on the edge of the abyss. He can clearly feel that there is a heartbeat hidden in the abyss.
It seemed as if something was about to break out of the darkness at any moment, swallow him up, and replace him.
He hated this feeling, and when he was mentally weak, he even had the urge to tear the entire Qi Sea and Purple Mansion into pieces.
"Senior brother?" Ning Xiaoling saw that he kept his eyes closed and frowned, and felt very wrong, so she quickly called him.
The consciousness that was originally wandering on the edge of the abyss was pulled back. Ning Jiujiu was sweating profusely. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ning Xiaoling's pretty face full of worry, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He became more and more certain that something was tempting him deep in his Qi Sea.
He stuck to his heart and temporarily filled the defect in his state of mind.
Soon after, his physical and mental exhaustion still made him fall asleep, but he didn't sleep for too long. He woke up again half an hour later.
After he woke up, he vaguely remembered that he had a dream. In the dream, he saw a red sun. In the center of the sun, there were countless complicated and straight lines like fine lines of fireworks, and there was a vague shape of a A huge miniature of the mighty city.
The red setting sun enveloped the infinitely huge city and pressed towards him, but he was not afraid in the dream. In his subconscious, he felt that this huge red sun should crawl under his feet, surrendering and trembling.
But this arrogance of looking down on the world was quickly broken.
After waking up, Zhao Xiang'er, who was wearing a clean white dress, folded her hands on her chest, leaned against the door, twirling the silver hairpin in her hand, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Have you rested? Continue."
"?" Ning Jiujiu was shocked. He thought Zhao Xiang'er was joking, but not long after, he was dragged up by her again. Ning Xiaoling symbolically stopped him, then wiped his dry cheeks and said to his senior brother Sent away.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him and said seriously: "I think it's difficult to make a big breakthrough in a short period of time with this kind of boxing."
Ning Jiujiu looked at her in fear: "What do you want to do?"
Zhao Xiang'er frowned and said, "Didn't you ask me to punch you? What's your expression? Do you want to regret it?"
Ning Jiujiu straightened his expression and asked, "What is Miss Zhao's suggestion?"
Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said: "Exercising the body and soul requires heavy pressure. Since you are only one step away from entering Xuanxuan, you must not relax at any time. From now on, I will feed you every half an hour. One punch, when feeding, you are only allowed to take one breath. You can block as many punches as you want in one breath. Once you have taken one breath, you can start the next round. Do you understand?"
Ning Jiujiu felt the pain of tearing between his muscles and bones, wiped away the thought of retreat in his heart, and made up his mind: "Just follow Miss Zhao's orders."
Zhao Xiang'er was quite satisfied with his perseverance and said, "If you really can't stand it, you can tell me."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How to say?"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "Just call Your Highness three times to spare my life."
Ning Jiujiu also sneered.
Zhao Xianger looked at his smile and punched him without any warning.
After Ning Jiujiu barely resisted a few attacks, he could no longer resist the attack and could only defend passively. His body retreated under rounds of bombardment. He was smashed into the wall or pushed to the ground over and over again. He was facing the enemy. A hearty beating.
These days passed "peacefully" like this.
Mrs. Bai seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding with them, and neither party took action rashly. Time passed day by day, and Zhao Xiang'er also felt a ray of uneasiness in addition to her daily practice and helping Ning feed her fists for a long time. She looked at the red moon hanging high in the sky and knew where her uneasiness came from, so she would stand silently in the courtyard for a while every day, weighing the extent of her body's recovery before she could break the red moon.
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These days, Ning Changjiu has changed a lot of clothes, and Zhao Xiang'er's "boxing feeding" time and method are becoming less and less particular.
For example, when eating, Ning complained for a long time that today's rice was too hard. Then he learned from Ning Xiaoling that Zhao Xiang'er was cooking today. He had just managed to take a bite after being beaten, and was beaten by Zhao Xiang. In the name of sparring, the son was dragged into the yard again and beaten severely.
From then on, in addition to being beaten every day, Ning Changjiu also had another task, cooking.
While Ning Jiujiu was resting, he discussed some sword principles with Zhao Xiang'er. The two had disputes, and Zhao Xiang'er often suggested that practice would lead to true knowledge. After she dragged Ning Jiu Jiu back with a bruised nose and face, Ning Jiu Jiu explained to her what Jianli repeatedly praised the exquisiteness.
As for these moments, Ning Jiujiu kept them in mind one by one, thinking that one day he would get things back. Although this fighting spirit motivates him, it also has a negative impact.
Sometimes when Ning Changjiu was sleeping, he would murmur some "real thoughts" in his sleep. After these thoughts were accidentally heard by Zhao Xiang'er, he would be dragged up and taken to the yard to compete in martial arts.
And he didn't even know what he said.
But at the same time, Ning Jiujiu's body was indeed constantly recovering. From being beaten without any resistance at first, to ten days later, he was able to dismantle several moves and was knocked down again. He often thought that if they were in the same realm, Who will win between me and him
This idea was discovered by Zhao Xiang'er, and she agreed to compete with him in the same situation.
The contest didn't last long. On the fifth move, Ning Changjiu's fist accidentally hit where it shouldn't have been. His arm was stiff for a while, and then he saw Zhao Xiang'er's frosty face.
She grabbed his arm with her backhand and pressed down with all her strength.
That day, Ning Xiaoling heard an unprecedented scream in the house.
But that day, Zhao Xiang'er didn't know if she felt guilty for being too heavy-handed, but she actually took care of him for a while.
Zhao Xiang'er sat aside and asked, "Will you hate me?"
Ning Jiujiu said weakly: "I asked you to feed the fist, but this is actually your hard work."
Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while and asked, "Then why did you say that when you were sleeping?"
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "I...what did I say?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "You often call me by my name. If you don't hold grudge against me, why do you call me by my name all the time?"
Ning Jiujiu pursed his lips and asked, "Did I say anything else?"
Zhao Xianger said coldly: "What else do you want to say?"
Ning didn't speak for a long time.
Zhao Xiang'er hesitated for a while and said, "If you still want to call me by my name in your dreams in the future, remember to bring my last name so that no one will misunderstand you."
"..." Ning Jiujiu suddenly felt a headache.
After saying this, Zhao Xiang'er felt a little angry for no reason. She grabbed Ning Jiujiu's ear and pulled him up from his bed: "Hey Fist."
Ning Changsheng followed out without love.
What made him even more desperate was that Zhao Xianger found two mahogany swords from nowhere. She threw one to him: "Aren't you not good at boxing and kicking? Try another sword?"
Ning Jiujiu took a breath: "Your Highness, this sword has no eyes..."
Zhao Xiang'er waved the mahogany sword, feeling quite satisfied, and said coldly: "Look at the sword."
Ning Jiujiu's screams made history again. It wasn't that his real swordsmanship was too low, but that his current body simply couldn't display his clever swordsmanship.
Time passed like this with difficulty. Every day after Ning Jiujiu woke up, he would compete with her in boxing or swordsmanship. He often wondered whether she was giving him punches or whether he was being used as a punching bag for her.
However, even with such hard work, he still could not break through the bottleneck of entering the mysteries. As time went by, even Zhao Xiang'er couldn't figure it out. He wondered whether his body had been cursed by someone, why was it like this? Abnormal.
Nearly a month later, one day, Ning Xiaoling was taking care of his senior brother who was injured in bed, and Ning Jiujiu suddenly opened his eyes.
"Something is wrong." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Huh? What's wrong, senior brother? What's wrong?"
Ning Jiujiu said seriously: "Zhao Xiang'er hasn't beaten me for an hour and a half."
Ning Xiaoling chuckled and said, "Senior brother, are you still addicted to being beaten?"
Ning Changjiu shook his head slowly and asked, "Where did she go?"
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know. When she got up this morning, she asked me to take good care of my senior brother. Then she didn't see her. She must have gone..."
As he spoke, Ning Xiaoling's speaking speed also slowed down.
She and Ning looked at each other for a long time, seeing panic in each other's expressions.
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On the bank of Huangquan, Zhao Xianger stood by the water. On the other side of her, in an old wheelchair, Mrs. Bai sat quietly. Behind her, a young man with his head lowered pushed the wheelchair and took her to Huangquan. shore.
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