Lu Marian slightly bent her fingers, and the sword intention lingering between her fingers dissipated like electric threads. In the past, when she used Sword Spirit Synthesis, she had to wake up the sword spirit in her body like an innate spirit, but now she drew the imaginary sword mark. At this time, the sound of the sword lingered in her heart, shaking her body like an iron sword embryo, filled with the sound of metal and stone.
Yan Feng stood up straight. He looked at the blood in his palms with a look of disbelief in his eyes. He did not understand how Lu Jiehou could execute such an astonishing sword with her long-lasting cultivation.
Lu Marry looked at the extremely embarrassed Yan Feng and said in a cold voice: "Do you still want to continue asking about the sword?"
Yan Feng's snow-white linen clothes were soaked with a lot of blood. The blood seeped through his fingers and kept dripping into the grass. He raised his head with a gloomy expression and said: "The Master of the Peak is very skilled in swordsmanship, but I don't know how to compare with it." How is Senior Brother Yan Zhou now?"
Lu Marry said calmly: "If I hadn't missed Master Yan Zhou's old relationship, I would have executed you according to the rules of the master."
"Kill me? You have only been weaned for a few days and you dare to say such arrogant words. I will take care of you for that dead old thing!"
Yan Feng tightened his fingers, and the joints and meridians on them were clearly visible. He still did not believe in evil. After a short period of gathering momentum, the broad iron sword on his back was directly unsheathed, dragging the extremely heavy sword intent through it calmly. The violent wind and waves rolled up by the qi tore apart the floor technology of the Waifeng sword hall.
Yan Feng twisted his hands in front of him, his beard and hair were dancing wildly, and his pupils were bloodshot.
This sword was obviously used with all its strength.
Lu Marian's expression calmed down after a brief moment of surprise. Her whole body had a cold temperament, and a faint cold light appeared on her pure white sword clothes - that was the light of the sword.
With a choking sound, the Minglan Sword was unsheathed. When the long sword broke the sheath, it made a clear sound with her body. The long sword seemed to drag out countless white mist from the depth of the scabbard. Yan Feng's thick big sword When the sword thrust forward and passed through the mist, a bright spot of snow condensed in the depths of the mist.
That's the tip of a sword.
In the heavy fog formed by the sword energy, the two swords collided with each other, and the sharp sword clanging sound was so harsh that everyone present covered their ears and tried to stabilize their sword hearts.
Zheng-pong!
The sword mist broke away and the air exploded with sound.
A sword shadow flew out from it, spinning and hitting outwards. Yan Feng's pupils shrank, and he looked shocked. He folded his hands in front of him, and the spiritual power between the two palms trapped the flying sword like a steel lock. , and his body kept sliding backwards under the sword, plowing a long ravine on the lawn outside the sword hall.
The sound of the sword slowly dissipated.
Lu Marion stood quietly with her sword drawn, not even taking a step back, and there was no trace of dust on her snow-like sleeves.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the side with a distant heart. Her heart was raised in her throat and she slowly let go after everything settled. She stared at Lu Marian's dimple and the soft profile lines between the hanging black hair. Looking at the faint mole of tears in the corner of his eyes, looking at the upright and elegant jade crown and silver hairpin, his expression was infatuated.
The other disciples present were as crazy as she was.
Outside the sword hall, Yan Feng, who had lost two swords in a row, stood upright unsteadily. He grabbed the hilt of the broad iron sword and planted it on the ground to support his body.
All the light in the world that fell on him was like a sword, making him feel burning pain and shame.
Lu Marry, on the other hand, slowly walked out of the sword hall with her sword in her arm.
Yan Feng looked at her approaching figure. In the bright daylight, the white clothes were like the last snowflakes blown by the winter wind. The innate sword intent made him feel the bone-chilling cold.
"What do you want to do?" Yan Feng stared at her and said, "Internal fighting is strictly prohibited in the peak. I am your uncle! Do you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"
Lu Marian didn't say a word. She simply raised her hand. Then, Yan Feng's screams rang out, and there were two bloody holes in his wrist, like bone nails penetrated through.
Lu Marian said: "For the sake of Uncle Yan Zhou, I will spare you once and put you in a cold prison. You will not be able to come out for three years."
Yan Feng stared at her. A moment ago, he had been sharpening a sword for ten years and came here to test his frost blade. How arrogant he was. But just a short time later, his ten years of hard work were all in vain. This little Although the girl did not dare to kill herself, the sword prison was cold and miserable. How long was three years
He stared at Lu Marian and said: "Now there is no one in Tianku Peak except Senior Brother Ziting, and there are no high-level elders in the peak. If you are willing to put the overall situation first, we can make peace, and today's incident will be treated as if it never happened. How about I respect you as the peak master from now on and never cause trouble?"
The disciples outside the sword hall were filled with indignation and thought, how could this old man be so shameless
But Yan Feng was sure that what he said was very powerful.
Now that Tianku Peak is in decline, two generations of disciples have no Ziting. It is also because of this that he dares to openly seize the position of peak master. Even if the other three peaks have objections by then, there will be no successor to Tianku Peak, so he can only take over. manage.
It's just that he didn't expect that Lu Yuanjian could hide it so deeply... However, no matter how talented Lu Yuanjian was, she would still be unable to support Tianku Peak, which was now in decline.
He stared at Lu Marry, waiting for her answer.
However, Lu Marion sheathed her sword and turned around to leave, "Take her to a cold prison. If the sect master comes back and holds me to account, I will tell him."
Behind him, Yan Feng's angry shout came over: "That old guy has really no sense. He actually chose a girl who only cares about her own mood to be the peak leader. Sooner or later, Tianku Peak will be destroyed in your hands... Three years later, I I want you to die miserably!"
Lu Marry ignored it and took Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling around the sword hall, walked up the stone path of Tianku Peak, and walked towards the inner peak where the white clouds penetrated deeply.
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"Master is so amazing."
After the three of them were far away, Ning Xiaoling raised her head and admired sincerely.
Lu Marian smiled softly and said: "Sword cultivation is all about purity of mind. Although Yan Feng is at a high level, his mind is quite mixed and he has evil thoughts. How can he draw the sword quickly? Xiaoling will keep the sword's heart bright from now on. It is also possible to cultivate such pure sword intent."
Ning Xiaoling felt that what Lu Marian said made sense and nodded vigorously.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Master's golden and wise words have taught me."
Lu Yuai knew that he was secretly trying to undermine her. If he hadn't healed her last night and accidentally made her sword spirit become a step closer, otherwise she would never have the capital to fight against Yan Feng.
Her expression remained unchanged and she said: "The sword test in early spring will be in seven days. I have high hopes for you, so don't slack off."
Ning Jiujiu also said: "Junior sister, you have to work hard and become a blockbuster."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "What about senior brother? Will senior brother not participate?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I am not a disciple of the inner peak. Would it be a violation of the rules to participate in the sword trial of an inner peak disciple?"
Lu Jiaojiu pondered for a while and said: "Seven days later, during the Inner Peak Sword Trial Meeting, the Outer Peak will also conduct a disciple assessment. If you pass the assessment, you can enter the Inner Peak to practice. If you do not participate in the Sword Trial Meeting after seven days, you can Go to Waifeng and try, I will arrange it for you."
Ning Jiujiu neither agreed nor refused.
He is now back on track as a monk. Although it is twelve years later than in his previous life, he believes that he will be able to go higher and further without the constraints of the unimpressive land in this life. . Apart from cultivating Taoism, other things were trivial, and he didn't take them too seriously, so he just thanked Lu Marian and walked towards the peak with her.
Ning Xiaoling complained about her senior brother's apparent lack of ambition. She always felt that it was not easy for him to move a stool to sit next to her in morning class every day. Moreover, with his ability, it should be easy for him to pass the assessment of Waifeng.
Lu Marian thought of something and asked, "Xiao Ling, how did you learn calligraphy from your senior brother?"
Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled and hesitantly said: "Xiaoling is stupid and has not been able to learn much. So far, I have only learned... three to five hundred words?"
Lu Marian laughed softly and asked, "You have learned so much in three months?"
Ning Xiaoling couldn't figure out whether she said too much or too little, so she nodded desperately.
Lu Marian asked: "Did you not study carefully, or did your senior brother teach you poorly?"
Ning Xiaoling protracted and said uncertainly: "It may be Xiaoling's problem, or it may be senior brother's problem."
Ning Jiujiu also smiled and said, "Xiao Ling actually studied very well. Reading papers and reading scriptures is generally fine. Junior sister is also a young scholar."
Ning Xiaoling puffed up her cheeks and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Senior brother doesn't want me anymore."
Ning Changjiu said: "Junior sister has almost learned calligraphy. There is no need to delay. Although the realm that Fengdu has given you is good, it is still a bit weak and not reliable enough. You still need to consolidate it yourself."
Ning Xiaoling was unconvinced and said: "Senior brother is lying..."
Lu Marian rubbed her head and said, "You are almost ready to read at a young age, so don't waste time on this."
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and sighed after a long time.
Lu Marian said: "But in the future morning classes, I still allow Ning Changjiu to accompany you to study."
Ning Xiaoling felt a little happier now and said, "Thank you, Master."
When Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jianjiu met each other's eyes intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Jianjian quickly avoided it, but Ning Jiujiu smiled slightly, as if they had completed the relationship inadvertently. What a conspiracy.
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Ning Jiujiu returned to the inner peak he had not seen for a long time. He sat in front of the case and reached out to open the window. The cold fog outside the window had dissipated. The sky was clear and clear, with only white clouds floating past.
A month later, when he looked at these familiar scenery again, his mood was completely different.
He folded his sleeves in front of him, holding a strange Taoist formula in his hand, and sat quietly. The wind blew from the window, brushing against his delicate cheeks, making his originally soft facial lines more distinct and harder. Gradually, , his black hair lifted by the wind slowly fell down. At the same time, his clothes, eyelashes, and every part of his body became silent.
But the wind was still blowing, but it blew through his body, like a phantom of nothingness, without causing the slightest ripple.
After a while, the wind blew his hair again. He opened his eyes, feeling a little tired.
This is one of Kuang Ke's natal Taoist secrets, called "Water Moon in the Mirror". It is an advanced step in the Taoist Hidden Breath Technique. It is also the only Tao secret among the four Tao secrets that Kuang Kuang asked him to practice.
In the past, he was restricted by his talent and could not display it. Today, he tried again, but he could only enter this state briefly, which was not of great benefit to the real battle.
He closed his eyes, meditated for a while, spread out a piece of paper, and listed all the Taoism and swordsmanship that he remembered in his previous life in the invisible world.
Although he is very familiar with these superb Taoist techniques, he has never practiced them in this body and cannot form memories, so it still takes a lot of time to practice these things again.
He didn't think about it for the time being. His top priority should be to absorb spiritual power as soon as possible and break through the situation as soon as possible.
"I don't know what happened to the boy named Nan Cheng." Ning Jiujiu suddenly thought of him, got up and walked towards the bookstore, intending to "care" for him.
In the corridor, Lu Yuanbai was sitting there as usual, drinking wine boredly, but Lu Yuanbai didn't seem to have a very good drinking capacity, and he became drunk after just two sips.
Ning Jiujiu walked past him and joked: "Uncle Lu has a lot of food."
Lu Yuanbai glared at him and said, "What do you know? Uncle Master just doesn't want to lead the disciples in the peak to bad, so he only tastes it briefly so that when they come back from class, I can get rid of the drunkenness as soon as possible."
Ning Jiujiu gave a thumbs up: "This junior is thinking too lightly."
The corners of Lu Yuanbai's lips curled up: "Young master and I are so weird, do you think I don't know about your frivolous ways?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Uncle Master often drinks. Is this... trapped by love?"
Lu Yuanbai's expression froze. He shook the wine in the pot and smelled it, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to taste the wine anymore. He put the lid on the wine, turned to look at Ning Changjiu, and said, "Where did you hear that again?" What rumors are there? For a person like you, Uncle Lu, who is so charming and charming, if he likes any woman, wouldn’t he be able to capture her easily?"
Ning Changjiu was in a good mood recently, and asked in a rare moment: "Which peak's female disciple is it that makes Uncle Master so worried?"
Lu Yuanbai rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "I think you are a junior with poor qualifications, and I am too lazy to argue with you. If you continue to be ignorant, I will not sell Lu Marian's face!"
Ning looked at his face for a long time and said one by one: "Shouxiao Peak? Xuanri Peak? Huiyang... Oh, it turns out to be Huiyang Peak."
Lu Yuanbai was really angry. He thought to himself that his expression was obviously very tense, but I don’t know if this guy is deceiving me or if he guessed it by mistake... In short, it was too much to deceive. He grabbed the sword beside him. The scabbard was struck, and Ning Jiujiu dodged the sword "dangerously", waved goodbye to Lu Yuanbai with a smile, and walked towards Neifeng's library.
Going down the wooden stairs, he came to the book pavilion.
Because the bookstore is too big, it looks deserted as always.
Old Yan Zhou was still sleeping. When he saw Ning Changjiu approaching, he slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Then his expression, which had always been neither sad nor happy, but looked down on everything, became serious.
"Have you met an expert from this world?" Yan Zhou asked.
Ning Changjiu said: "I encountered the guidance of gods in my dream, and when I woke up, I found that my body and mind were refreshed."
Yan Zhou looked at his body carefully. At first glance, he noticed that the young man's poor physical condition had suddenly improved. Now that he looked more closely, he became more and more frightened.
Yan Zhou did not question the authenticity of his words and said, "You are so blessed that even an old guy like me would feel jealous after seeing it."
Ning Changjiu smiled lightly.
Yan Zhou asked: "Have you developed an innate spirit?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded, but didn't tell him what it was.
Yan Zhou sighed: "I am becoming more and more curious about your origins."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Uncle Master, do you doubt me?"
Yan Zhou looked at him with a smile and said: "Repairing a damaged spiritual vein is a rare miracle in the world, and your current talent is at least among the top three among the people I have seen. I once doubted that you would be able to He won’t be a disciple of the Zitian Dao Sect, but now it seems that if the Dao Sect really has a disciple like you, it will never be released easily.”
Ning Jiujiu said: "Whether my uncle believes it or not, I am just an ordinary disciple and I have absolutely no ill intentions towards Yujian Tianzong."
Yan Zhou waved his hand, as if he didn't want to dwell on this anymore, and said, "I don't have much time left, and I won't be able to worry about the subsequent floods... By the way, Yan Feng, how are you doing?"
Ning Jiujiu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Uncle Yan Zhou, who had been living in the library for a long time, would get the news so quickly.
Ning Jiujiu relayed what Lu Jiaotong said truthfully.
Yan Zhou sighed: "Junior brother is stubborn, I have known that this day would come."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What do you think, Master Master?"
Yan Zhou looked at him with a rare serious expression: "He is my junior brother and my biological brother. I only have this one younger brother..."
Ning Jiujiu did not answer directly, but asked: "If Lu Jianjia loses in today's incident at the peak, how should you make a decision?"
Yan Zhou thought for a while, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said with emotion: "After living for nearly a hundred years, I am always tired of the world and cannot live a truly enlightened life. Maybe this is also the reason why I have been unable to explore the avenue for a long time."
Of course, Ning Changjiu had nothing to say to him about this matter. Yan Feng should suffer the consequences if he dared to do such a thing. Lu Marry was too soft-hearted. If it were him, how could he be so advantageous
The two of them were speechless. Yan Zhou lay down again, not knowing whether he was dreaming or awake, while Ning Changjiu went to the library and pretended to read.
He casually walked to a large, deserted bookshelf. At this moment, he no longer needed the help of the book to draw the Xiao Fei Kong Formation backwards to the Hidden Peak.
Dots of spiritual energy floated around him. He drew with his fingers, and the light points of spiritual energy connected in series. After a moment of weightlessness, he was already in the hidden peak.
The spiritual energy in the hidden peak was several times more abundant than outside. As soon as he entered, the sea of qi opened involuntarily, absorbing the spiritual energy in the peak and refining it into pure spiritual power.
Ning Jiujiu came to the cave where he had practiced before. In line with the burden of some future masters, he no longer lay down to practice as before. Instead, he sat cross-legged and meditated, silently reciting the heart formula to circulate his spiritual veins, allowing his cultivation to improve little by little. .
Because there was no need to teach Ning Xiaoling how to read, he practiced a little later today.
Many of the stone walls in Hidden Peak are made of special materials. It seems that you can feel the sun and moon passing by outside, and it also becomes quiet a little bit.
Ning Jiujiu stood up and pushed open the door of the cave. He did not go to Nan Cheng first, but walked towards the center of Hidden Peak.
In the center of the Hidden Peak, under the Dragon-Wrapped Pillar was a huge darkness that had once frightened him.
The last time he looked at this abyss, there seemed to be an invisible hand in the abyss grabbing his sight, sinking suddenly, and his spirit also fell rapidly, and he would faint before long.
Now he opened his pupils burning with golden flames again and cast his gaze towards the bottom of the peak.
The golden eyes shone through the gray-black fog, and deep in the fog, the feeling of falling eyes that clung to him became clear again.
He could clearly see that in the gray-black mist, there were countless small tentacle-like snakes lurking. They were surging in the wave-like black mist, biting everything in the air, including the sight and consciousness invested here.
Only this time, those little snakes were naturally afraid of his golden eyes, and in his purple mansion, the golden crow screamed, as if eager to break out of the purple mansion and swallow up the darkness at the bottom of the peak. .
This emotion was suppressed by him.
He could still feel that there seemed to be something dangerous lurking at the bottom of the peak.
He turned and left to find Nan Cheng.
The door of Nancheng Cave Mansion was ajar. It seemed that the "senior" knew that New Year's Eve had passed and it was almost time for this "senior" to return to the peak, so he kept the door ajar and waited for his arrival.
When Ning Jiujiu walked in, Nan Cheng happened to exhale a breath and completed today's practice. He opened his eyes and saw the figure in front of the door. He was surprised at first, but soon the surprise turned into joy. He said excitedly: " Senior, you are finally here."
Ning Changjiu glanced at him and said happily: "You have a good talent. It is very rare for you to have mastered the acquired sword body to this extent in just two months."
If other people said that he had good talent, he might still be unhappy, but when these four words came out of the mouth of the young man in white in front of him, he felt that they were rare compliments.
He hesitated for a while and said: "This junior has some problems in practicing this month."
Ning Changjiu said: "Speak."
Nan Cheng told him all the questions about his practice one by one. Ning Jiujiu listened to these difficult and complicated diseases, but his expression did not change at all. He told him the key points and details in a leisurely manner. Nan Cheng was sometimes shocked and sometimes suddenly understood. Ning Changjiu's admiration is even deeper.
"Senior, who has never practiced the Houtian Sword Body, can explain these issues so clearly... I am extremely impressed by this junior." Nan Cheng said with emotion.
Ning Jiujiu thought that although he had never practiced it, the Fourth Senior Sister was a great master in this way. He just used the Fourth Senior Sister's cultivation method as a template and added some of his own understanding to explain it to him.
Ning Jiujiu said: "There are similarities between Taoism and Dharma in the world. When you become more knowledgeable and the Taoist heart is harmonious, you will be able to deduce it."
When Nan Cheng heard this, he was sincerely convinced.
He couldn't help but think of something and praised: "The spiritual fruit left in the jade tablet last time is just enough for me to complete the next practice. This... is this what the senior has expected?"
What a coincidence... Ning Jiujiu remained calm and nodded gently.
Nan Cheng said with admiration: "Senior is really a master of calculation."
Ning Jiujiu thought that it was getting late and asked: "Now the spirit fruit in the jade tablet has been used up?"
Nan Cheng said: "Every year after the New Year, the share of the jade tablets will be refilled."
Ning Changjiu was not tactful and had already spread his hands.
Nan Cheng was slightly startled and asked tentatively what he was thinking: "Is there something wrong with the body of the senior? It stands to reason that the spiritual fruit of the senior will not be of much benefit."
Ning Jiujiu pretended to be majestic and said: "Don't leak the secret of heaven. You will understand it later."
Nan Cheng didn't dare to ask further questions and handed him the jade token respectfully.
Ning Chang took some spiritual fruits and elixirs and stored them in his cave for tomorrow's practice. Then, he skillfully drew the formation and returned to the book pavilion.
It was already dark now, the disciples had all gone back to their rooms to rest, and the library was deserted.
Ning Jiujiu originally wanted to leave as usual, but a subtle feeling arose in his heart. He looked back and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Yan Zhou was holding a sword and holding up a strange sword stand that he had never seen before. The tip of the iron sword was pointing at him.
The old man's murderous intention was extremely real. There seemed to be a tough iron wire connected between the tip of the sword and his heart. It seemed that with just a little force, his heart could be torn apart in an instant.
Ning Jiujiu's heart rang with alarm, his spiritual power surged, and the Golden Crow was ready to roar out of the Zi Mansion at any time.
But there was no further movement with the sword. Yan Zhou held the sword stance for a while, and then stupidly turned to the next sword move, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, the murderous aura on the tip of the sword was always pointed directly at his heart.
Ning Jiujiu understood.
He was practicing swordplay in his dream!
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(Thanks to book friend Zen Xin Tongming for the reward, thank you for your support~)