Yan Zhou's sword moves are very strange. At this moment, his left foot is touching the ground, and the other foot is resting on the knee of this foot. His body is leaning back exaggeratedly, and his snow-white beard and hair are hanging down, as if he is drinking, but there is no wine in his hand. There is only a long sword in the pot. The long sword passes by, the sword body is slightly bent, and the whole person is like an arch bridge.
This posture did not last long. Yan Zhou's body suddenly straightened up, like an Arhat changing his moves in his sleep. His body twisted and turned, and the skirt of his robe was cut like a knife. With a sharp sound, he fell down. The long sword in his hand followed a strange trajectory and was held in his arms. Although he was leaning up, there was always a slight distance between the skirt of his clothes and the ground.
Ning Jiujiu felt that this sword pile looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Then Yan Zhou touched the ground and let go of his hands.
Ning Jiujiu thought it was a new sword move. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that the old man had truly fallen asleep, and the murderous intention on his body had dissipated like the smell of alcohol. The murderous sword intention connected to his heart seemed to have never appeared. Live the same.
Ning pondered for a while and imitated his actions just now to set up the sword stake, but he had no idea about the mental formula and the flow of spiritual energy. Although the movements could be imitated to be almost similar, the essence of the sword energy was God is completely different.
He tried a few more times, then gave up, thinking about waiting for Yan Zhou to wake up before asking about it indirectly.
He looked around and made sure there was nothing unusual, then walked outside the book pavilion.
It was late at night, and there were lights hanging on the walls of the inner peak. There were occasional lights in the disciples' rooms, and it was generally quiet.
Ning Jiujiu walked back to the house and lit a lamp.
The manuscripts he used to teach Ning Xiaoling how to read a month ago were scattered on the desk. He stretched out his hand to sort through the rice paper, flipping through the rice papers filled with words. He couldn't help but smile as he recalled every detail of those days. .
There is no need to teach Ning Xiaoling how to read, so he can have more time to practice, and his life is much quieter, but this quietness is full of loneliness.
He thought of the twenty-four years of pure cultivation in his previous life, and smiled to himself, thinking that it is indeed not suitable for cultivators to enter the mortal world. He had only been reincarnated for half a year, but he had become so unbearably lonely. He was completely different from the one in the past. The pure-minded self.
Or maybe the person you are now is your true self
He didn't want to think too deeply about it.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and saw that the moon in the sky was covered by clouds, with a faint clear glow on the edge of the evening clouds.
Suddenly, the evening clouds were torn apart by the sudden strong wind, and the bright moon appeared, outlines a moonlight in front of the case.
He worked hard and took out the black iron-like dead branch from the pile of debris. He laid it on the table and looked at it. Suddenly, he had a guess in his mind and murmured: "Win the title of Toad Palace?"
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Outside the main hall of the peak, the winter snow has not yet melted, and a tall and graceful woman walked out of the dark hall. She was holding a sword, her long hair was not tied, and her green hair was dancing softly in the night wind. He was rarely covered with a black robe, and his gentle and cold face was made even more tranquil by the black robe.
On the top of the Tiancao Peak, Lu Jianhui stood under the sword stars in the sky. She looked at the silent sword stars, and suddenly there was sword light flowing out from her waist like a clear spring.
The clouds covering the moon disappeared in an instant, the moonlight fell unobstructed, and the sky and the earth became clear.
In the soft moonlight, the light and shadow on the peak danced. Thousands of sword lights seemed to be waving out at the same time, like a king feasting in a court and a slender-waisted singing girl dancing together.
Thousands of erratic lights rose and died in the moonlight. The sword energy turned into blue water and flowed into the sheath. All the sword energy was activated and restrained almost in an instant. It was incredibly fast, and she Beside his sword clothes, the flowing light is like substance, and every sword energy that is as pure as the moonlight is the natural sword intention.
The sword in her hand is also a sword in her body and mind.
The flow of spiritual power when she drew the sword even bypassed the acupoints that were supposed to be the only way to go. Each sword was struck from the heart and was crisp and clean. The speed with which she drew the sword and the purity of the sword's intention even Even more so than when I was half a step into Ziting.
She looked at the white snow and the bright moon in the night, and at the distant peaks and wilderness, a sword heart full of spirit seemed to be able to resonate with all things.
After a long time, all the sword lights on the peak were extinguished, and she stood in the snow and moonlight, but the sight could not catch her figure like the fairy concubine of the Toad Palace, because she was no longer just a sword spirit, but a sword spirit. To all things.
She maintained this state and walked towards the inner peak, pursed her lips from time to time, and her eyes under the curtains of her eyelashes struggled to flash, as if she was making up her mind.
She knew that her sword spirit symbiosis had not yet reached the true meaning of compatibility.
Last night's training to become a sword was, in a sense, just the beginning.
Her body and sword spirit had unknowingly entered a new world, and the tip of the iceberg revealed by this world had already amazed her. If she could completely refine the sword spirit into one body, it would truly turn into a whole new world. A peerless weapon, how shocking will her sword power be then
This was something she had never dared to think about in the past.
She painstakingly suppressed her emotions, but this desire still surfaced in her heart from time to time, shaking her Taoist heart.
"Ning Changjiu... who are you?"
She walked outside the entrance of an inner peak, but suddenly stopped. The state of being assimilated to all things was naturally lifted. The moonlight fell back on her body again, her sword and clothes swayed, and her jade face was like snow. She sighed softly, Finally, he turned around and left, walked back to the peak master's palace, and lay down quietly on the cold jade couch, letting his slightly warm body gradually lose its temperature.
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In the early morning, the sword hall started classes again, and Ning Changjiu sat next to Ning Xiaoling as always.
He closed his eyes and rested for a while, looking at the dark table and ruler in front of the sword hall, and the ancient screen bookshelf behind it. His eyes fell on the painting on the black gauze screen. When he came to the sword hall for the first time , he felt that there was something hidden in the paintings on these three screens. Looking at it again today, his feelings were even deeper.
Those paintings are all made by the same person, and there is some sword meaning hidden in the ink painting.
This sword intention is not deliberately displayed, but is naturally revealed by the artist who is too high-level. Especially in the first picture of a deserted man riding an elephant to kill a snake demon and the third picture of Ten Thousand Swords rising into the air to kill a nine-headed monster, there is The sword energy is particularly sharp.
He could also recognize that this sword intention and the sword intention contained in the sword star were of the same origin.
Lu Marry came from outside the door, her footsteps silent, like snow blowing into the hall.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his gaze from the screen and fell on her.
Because of her many years of Qing Dynasty, Lu Marry has a cold and quiet temperament and does not eat fireworks. At this moment, her state is higher, and Zhong Ling's figure is even more dusty.
When the boys and girls in the sword hall saw her, they held their breath unconsciously. It was not fear, but the surrender of the sword's heart subconsciously.
Lu married the ruler as usual, and the bells on the four corners of the hall rang. No one was late today, and morning classes started as usual.
Everyone first recited the Sword Sutra. Ning Changjiu sat next to Ning Xiaoling. After watching the junior sister with her head raised and chest raised as she read seriously, she was quite pleased. She casually grabbed a book and pretended to read it.
Many of these books on Sword Classics and Sword Theory are written from a large and empty place. The person who wrote the book probably has never been above the Five Paths, so the higher realm of swordsmanship is mostly conjecture. Many of them The inference may seem reasonable to ordinary ascetics, but in his eyes it is a very glaring fallacy.
Conclusive theories such as "the sword comes out of the sixteen orifices" and "the sword energy is hidden in the dark and emerges in the light" in this sword scripture all have no merit in his opinion.
After reciting the Sword Sutra, Lu Marion explained to the disciples the origin of "the sword comes from the sixteen orifices".
There are a total of seventy-two spiritual acupoints available for practice, among which sixteen acupoints are the most powerful and intense. The spiritual power movement routes of all the sword moves of the Yujian Tianzong are almost all deduced from these sixteen sword moves. , and there is no way for the sword energy of these sixteen spiritual orifices to be sharp and fast enough to kill demons across ten feet, one hundred feet, or even thousands of miles.
After Lu Marion finished explaining this theory, the morning class ended. The disciples stood up, saluted and thanked their master for teaching, and then stood up one after another and walked towards the sword hall.
Lu Marry also walked towards the outside of the sword hall, and Ning Jiujiu followed.
Lu Marry stopped slightly and asked in an unhappy voice, "What's the matter?"
Ning Jiujiu asked softly: "Why didn't you come last night?"
Lu Marion's eyebrows trembled, her eyes flickered, and she looked around. Although some disciples cast strange glances at her, no one could hear clearly what he was saying.
Lu Marion immediately set up a sword realm to create an invisible barrier, and said, "I am the peak master, and I have no permission to go to the disciple's wing. What do you mean?"
Ning Jiujiu thought he understood what he understood and asked tentatively: "Shall I come to the Peak Lord's Hall?"
Lu Marian looked slightly embarrassed, "You don't have to worry so much about me."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Then it's up to Miss Yilu, don't worry."
After saying that, Ning Jiujiu walked towards the inner peak.
In Lu Marian's heart, Miss Lu's voice lingered strangely... Miss Lu? What does he mean? Is the name of master and disciple so unreliable
Dressed in white and disappearing from the corner of the eaves, Lu Jiayou snorted and walked towards the sword field.
In the sword hall, Le Rou tried her best to ignore the annoying young man who was harassing the master for unknown reasons. She always stared at the master's beautiful figure, holding her face and looking intoxicated.
Ning Xiaoling packed up her books and walked past her with her sword.
"Hey, wait." Lerou suddenly stopped her.
Ning Xiaoling was a little surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lerou asked mysteriously: "Junior Sister Xiaoling, I heard that you are from Linhe City?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
Lerou asked: "I heard that the city was already a ghost town. What happened inside? How did you get out?"
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said, "There was a white-bone banshee who wanted to destroy the entire city. Then my senior brother, me, and the empress sister of Zhao State worked together to defeat the big monster."
Ning Xiaoling's concise and concise words made Lerou's face filled with excitement. Although she had killed some small undead souls since she started practicing Taoism, those ghosts and ghosts that could not even enter the Xuan Dynasty were broken into pieces at a touch. It was really not a challenge. Regarding Although there are legends of great demons everywhere, she has never seen them come true.
Although Linhe City is remote, the entire city was shrouded in darkness for a month. This incident was still a big deal. Many rumors spread from one place to another, and the evil was extremely evil. As a person involved in Linhe City, Ning Xiaoling attracted many people. interest of.
As soon as Le Rou asked the question, many disciples in the room who had not left came over to listen to Ning Xiaoling's story.
Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by everyone and felt a little nervous. She looked at Le Rou's cheerful and pretty face, moistened her throat and said: "The skull monster is said to be a monster that separated from the remains of the Southern Wasteland Abyss. She She’s a succubus, she looks like…”
"A vicious spirit?"
"She is extremely beautiful and coquettish, just like an oiran in the attic." Ning Xiaoling said.
"It's like this... By the way, the empress of the Zhao Kingdom is also with you? I heard that she is extremely beautiful and a rare beauty in the world. Is it just a false name or..." Yun Ze interjected and asked.
"His Royal Highness Xiang'er should be much more beautiful than the rumors say." Ning Xiaoling was convinced.
"Is it really such a disaster for the country and the people? How does it compare to Master?"
"..." Ning Xiaoling said submissively: "Master is of course the most beautiful in the world."
Yun Ze was very satisfied with this answer and said: "Then what's so good about Zhao Xiang'er? He is addicted to power and is said to have a fiancé. How can he be like our master, who wholeheartedly pursues the Tao and is not stained by the dust of the world? This is the real The man among the gods!"
"..." Ning Xiaoling didn't know whether to tell them that her senior brother was Zhao Xiang'er's fiancé.
Lerou waved her hand and said: "Stop arguing, let's listen to Junior Sister Xiaoling telling stories. I didn't expect that we have been practicing Taoism for so many years, but we are not as knowledgeable as Sister Xiaoling in a month."
Ning Xiaoling hesitated and said: "Let's go to Yuntai Sword Field first, otherwise Master will be angry if we are late."
Lerou had been arrogant and arrogant for a month at home, and was very lazy about practicing swordsmanship. Only then did she suddenly wake up, let out a cry, and said: "Go to the sword field first, we'll talk on the way."
"Ah... um." Ning Xiaoling was pulled up by her and walked out of the door surrounded by disciples, as if she was already a famous figure in the peak.
Lerou asked as she walked: "Junior sister's level must have improved a lot this month, right?"
Ning Xiaoling was afraid that it would shock her too much, so she said, "It has gone up a bit."
On normal days, Lerou would definitely feel uncomfortable, but everyone in Linhe City knew what happened. It was normal for Ning Xiaoling to have some blessings after surviving the disaster, so she didn't take it too seriously and continued to ask what happened in Linhe City at that time. What.
Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by everyone, and their eyes were focused on her face. She was a little nervous at first, but the experience of being the focus of the crowd gave her confidence little by little. Her breathing calmed down, and she cut out the redundant words and briefly talked about the time she was in Linhe. She was afraid of scaring everyone about what happened in the city, so she lowered Madam Bai's combat power. However, even so, many people still did not believe that there was such a powerful monster in the world.
Build the Kingdom of God? How could something like the Kingdom of God, which exists in mythology, be built by just a monster
Lerou admired Mrs. Bai a little, and felt that if she was not a villain, she should be a powerful figure.
"By the way, Ning Changjiu... what did he do in the city?" Lerou asked suddenly.
Ning Xiaoling hesitated all of a sudden. She was not sure what her senior brother was thinking, whether he wanted to hide his clumsiness or...
Seeing her expression, Le Rou had already taken the lead to help her seal the coffin: "We all know that Junior Brother Ning's cultivation is mediocre, but the situation is so critical, it is not easy for him to survive, and of course we will not laugh at him because of this. .”
Ning Xiaoling didn't know what she thought of. She hummed slightly and agreed, "Yes, senior brother is the most useless."
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Ning Jiujiu went to the inner peak to practice as usual. He devoured and refined all the spiritual fruits and elixirs he took out yesterday. Out of curiosity, he went to the abyss of the hidden peak to take a look from afar, and then went to guide Nan Cheng. In terms of cultivation, Nan Cheng's talent and perseverance are very good, and Ning Jiujiu is quite satisfied with this disciple he accidentally accepted.
Before he finished harvesting the spiritual fruits in the Nan Cheng Bing jade tablet, he felt that he should insist on guiding him in his practice.
After the instruction was over and Nan Cheng thanked him sincerely, Ning Jiujiu remembered something and displayed the weird sword stand he saw in Yan Zhou's sleep last night and asked, "Have you ever seen such a sword move?"
Nan Cheng looked at it for a while, shook his head and said, "I've never seen this before. Is this... the sect's sect?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said nothing more.
At night, he returned to the bookstore again and found that Yan Zhou had set up a sword stand that was completely different from last night. However, the sword stand was the same as last night, and there was a strange aura all over his body.
But when he displayed these swords, he no longer looked like the dying old man, but exuded the determination to kill with one strike.
After setting up several sword stands, Yan Zhou held his sword again and fell asleep.
Ning Jiujiu memorized these sword stands, left the library and returned to the wing.
He opened the door, his eyes were dazzled, and a black shadow flashed in front of him.
"Who?" Ning Jiujiu asked softly.
A black-robed figure about the same height as himself stood in front of her, making a silent gesture. Ning Jiujiu recognized her identity and smiled: "Disciple Ning Jiujiu pays homage to the master."
Lu Jiaou took off the hood that covered her head, and her black hair fell down. Her face without makeup was quiet and clear in the night. She looked at Ning for a long time, pursed her soft red lips, and seemed to have a problem in her heart. Zhong Shang looked a bit struggling.
She doesn't know what her behavior should be considered now, a private meeting with a disciple late at night
She remained calm, hummed slightly, and asked, "Where were you before?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Just walking around in the peak... I didn't know you came so early, otherwise I would have come back earlier."
Lu Marian did not ask any further questions. She took off her black outer robe with some discomfort and whispered: "Let's get started."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Master, please go to bed."
Lu Marian didn't know whether he said such words intentionally or unintentionally. She bit her lips and walked to the bed.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to light the lamp, but Lu Yuanjian stopped him. She pursed her lips and silently removed her shoes and socks. Her tight and slender legs were wrapped around her breasts. She pulled the quilt over and covered it like a string of pearls. Her pink jade feet said softly: "Thank you."
Ning Jiujiu sat down cross-legged behind her, stroking her beautiful jade back with his fingers, searching for the location of Yun Qi and Bai Mansion.
Lu Marian said: "No need to look for it."
"Um?"
"Since the body is refined into a sword, it should be the same no matter where it is." Lu Marian said.
Ning Jiujiu thought it made sense, so he put his fingers on the center of her back.
With a thought, the golden crow flew out of Zi Mansion, jumped up to her fingers, turned into golden fireworks, attached to her fingers, and poured the dazzling power of golden light into her back. Lu Marian suddenly tightened her body, like a bow. Her jade feet tensed instantly, and her pearl-like toes clasped together. She hummed softly and calmed down.
Her skin quickly turned from cool to hot. She felt that her body was like a furnace. All her swordsmanship and sword skills were put into this furnace, and the impurities were removed by repeated forging.
Soon, fine beads of sweat broke out on her body, and the messy black hair stuck to her reddish cheeks, just like the clouds in the sky after a spring rain.
Her slender and slightly upturned eyelashes kept trembling. She felt that the place where Ning Changchun's fingers were pressed behind her was like a hole was opened, and countless waves of flame poured in from it. After entering her body, all of a sudden It turned into a temperature that burned her whole body. This temperature was not very hot, but it made her sword heart feel a little itchy, and her breathing could not help but quicken.
This strange feeling is also one of the reasons why she resists physical training deep in her heart.
Fortunately, Ning Chang was not distracted and did not notice anything strange about her. He only focused on controlling the Golden Crow and burning her body with golden flames.
Ning closed her eyes for a long time, spread out her consciousness, and saw something like a sword fetus in the purple mansion on her sea of qi, which was her sword spirit.
The sword spirit is not a real innate spirit, but more of a rare physique. People with this physique have innate control over all places made of steel.
Ning Jiujiu tried to extend the golden flame there, but as soon as he touched the edge of the Zi Mansion, Lu Jiewen trembled all over, and her ears were so red that they were about to burn. She immediately scolded: "Don't touch there!"
Ning Jiujiu withdrew the golden flame that touched Zifu and confirmed that the sword embryo was much more fragile and soft than he thought.
Before Lu Marry could calm down after being suddenly shocked, her body suddenly became tense again.
Although she was a little confused at the moment, she vaguely felt that there seemed to be someone standing outside the door
Outside the wing, Ning Xiaoling, who had used the Taoist Hidden Technique, pressed her hand on the door. She thought that she would not be able to play with her senior brother in the name of literacy in the future, and the two of them would spend less and less time together. I feel a little uncomfortable, thinking that I have gained a lot of experience in the hidden breath technique, so why not secretly come to see my senior brother late at night? Uncle Yazhu should be unable to send out...
The most important thing is that the senior brother gave her the key to the door before, but he still hasn't asked to go back. This is obviously a naked hint!
Ning Xiaoling became more and more certain that she had seen through her senior brother's thoughts.
She thought about this secretly, inserted the key, and quietly opened the door.
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