The lamppost swayed, the wind blew slightly, and Ning Changjiu's previous drunken look was swept away. His eyes were brightly illuminated by the sword, and deep in his eyes was the old man's face, which was as rigid as a stone statue.
The lifeless face of the old man who claimed to be the gravekeeper was rippled by the sword wind. He seemed not to have expected that a junior would use a sword on him.
But it didn't matter whether he expected it or not. He stretched out his finger, which was also deathly gray, as if it had been polished by wind and frost for many years. When it hit the edge of Ning Chang's sword, there was no tremor or even a scratch.
"Young man, what are you doing?" The tombkeeper's words had a slight inflection. He stared at Ning Jiujiu with cloudy eyes, like the eyes of a blind man: "Could it be that you don't believe me?"
Of course Ning Jiujiu didn't believe him. In his opinion, those who could be reduced to this place should be the guilty ones in the peak. And if they were really advanced practitioners, how could they not be able to leave this hermitage? The patio in the peak
The old man caught the sword and held the twisted edge. The trembling of the sword stopped immediately. He let go of his hand and made no further movements. His eyes looking at Ning Changjiu remained calm and gentle, without blaming him. The rudeness of juniors.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his sword, but did not lower his guard at all: "Why should I trust you?"
"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. You are still alive, you can still talk to me, and you can still learn my swordsmanship. This is the kindness I express." The old man's speaking speed never changed.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Senior's realm is so advanced, why do you want to stay in this dark place?"
The tombkeeper shook his head and said: "I said, I am the tombkeeper, everyone thinks I am dead..."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How long have you been here?"
The tombkeeper said: "Three hundred and seventy-eight years."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are you and the founding father of the same generation?"
The gravekeeper rarely fell into remembrance: "They are all dead, only I still exist."
Ning Jiujiu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
The tombkeeper said: "You should be an inner disciple. If you have worshiped the stone tablet in the sword hall, then you should have seen my name..."
That sword stele was engraved with the names of past masters or great uncles. Ning hadn't looked at the sword stele carefully for a long time, and didn't know which one the old man in front of was on it, but for some reason, he didn't realize it. I believed what the other person said.
Ning Jiujiu was a little vigilant and asked: "You said you are the tombkeeper, whose tomb are you guarding?"
The tombkeeper's eyes slowly looked around the billowing black mist, and the milky white light spots looked like moths standing still.
"This cemetery is my cemetery." The tombkeeper said: "Back then, my ancestor and I went deep into the southern wilderness. In a wilderness where ferocious beasts were rampant, we found a sinkhole where countless dead bones were buried. Each bone weighs a thousand kilograms, and in the soil around them, broken armor and magic weapons are displayed like fossils. We stopped there and did not go deeper into the space...
Most of these things were brought back at that time, but most of them have been contaminated. They can only be used after hundreds of years of spiritual energy washing away. We could have survived for hundreds of more years, but that time we went deep into Southern Wasteland, we are still affected by the dead gods..."
The gravekeeper's words became heavier and heavier. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the marks on his face also became darker, as if if he sat down, he would become a stone forever silent at the bottom of the peak.
Ning Changjiu still had doubts in his heart and asked: "Then what are you guarding? And this snake bone was also excavated from the Southern Wilderness?"
The gravekeeper looked at the snake bone and said, "This is also the meaning of my existence."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why?"
The gravekeeper looked at the boa constrictor wrapped around the wooden pillar and tilted its head upwards, and said, "It wants to escape."
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This was like a prophecy. As soon as it was said, when Ning Changjiu looked back at the corpse of the giant python, it seemed as if it had come to life. The huge bones were like countless sharp swords, and every time it squirmed, it seemed that it had come alive. It was like the clash of ten thousand swords.
But this was just an illusion, and Ning Jiujiu quickly came to his senses.
The ancient snake bone has no breath of life. It coils quietly on the pillar, just like the existing carvings on the dragon-wrapped pillar.
Ning Jiujiu discovered at this moment that there were many sword-like bone nails nailed into the snake bone awl. These nails firmly fixed its huge body to the Dragon Coil, just like a specimen.
Ning Jiujiu remembered the old man's introduction just now and asked, "Is this... Ba Snake?"
The tombkeeper nodded and said: "Well, these are ferocious beasts from thousands of years ago. Their existence is even older than the twelve lords of the Kingdom of God. It's just that these ancient demons are not real gods after all, even if they can survive If you swallow a giant elephant, you will eventually be killed by the gods.”
Ning Jiujiu said: "Did the gods kill it?"
The tombkeeper looked at the skeleton as if he were looking at the most beautiful sculpture in the world. He sighed: "Who can kill such a great masterpiece except the real gods?"
Ning Jiujiu thought of the first of the three large screens in the sword hall. What was painted on the black gauze screen was a picture of a man riding an elephant and killing a snake. Then he thought of the other two pictures. One of them had a human face. A monster with a dragon body, and the other one was a big demon like a nine-headed dragon. He originally thought that those three paintings were just based on mythological imagination, but he did not expect that there was really a Ba in this mountain. Snake bones.
The snake demon that was only heard of in legends was now so huge that he could not help but tighten his heart.
Ning Jiujiu said: "But everyone of your generation has died, why have you lived until now?"
"It seems you still don't believe me." The tombkeeper sighed, his stone-like face showing an old look. He was silent for a while before finally speaking: "Because of the second half of the Heavenly Sword Scripture."
"The Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture?" Ning Jiujiu showed a surprised look. That was exactly what Yan Zhou had lost and been searching for for decades.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture was lost decades ago. What does it have to do with you?"
The gravekeeper smiled dryly and asked, "Is this what your current peak master told you?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time.
The tombkeeper shook his head and said: "Actually, the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture was lost more than two hundred years ago... What was placed in the sect afterwards was just the fragment of the ancient scroll written by the master before his death."
"What?" Ning Jiujiu vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn't find the source.
The tombkeeper continued: "The Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra is divided into two volumes, but the meanings of the two volumes are completely different. All disciples of the inner peak can practice the first half of the volume. Although the moves in it are exquisite, they were also created by the master one by one. Yes, it still cannot be born out of human thinking, but the second half of the Heavenly Mandate Sword Classic is completely different... The master specially wrote the first half to hide the secret of the second half."
The tombkeeper turned his head, looked at Ning Changjiu, and said word by word: "The second half of the Heavenly Sword Book is the real... heavenly book!"
The two men from Tianshu entered Ning Changjiu's mind. His spirit was shaken like waves, and he could hardly hold the dagger in his hand.
In his understanding, Yujian Tianzong is just a sect with several masters of the Purple Court, and Tianku Peak is the weakest of the four peaks. He never thought that he would fall to the bottom of the peak today and actually touch the peak of a hundred years ago. 's secret.
Ning Changjiu's spirit stirred slightly: "Is the Heavenly Mandate Sword Sutra here with you?"
The tombkeeper did not hide anything. He stretched out a hand. The arm was like a heavy sword. As soon as he raised his arm, a sword intent that seemed to be of the same origin as Tianzong but also seemed completely different emerged. It is like a mirage in the desert, making thirsty travelers unable to tell whether the false one is a desert or a high-rise building.
The tombkeeper looked at his arm, and a hint of pride appeared in his eternal expression.
Ning Jiujiu felt the sword intent on his body.
The old man is like a living fossil. Although he is in this cemetery full of evil weapons, his body is only solemn and solemn, without any trace of evil intrusion. The supreme secrets in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic seem to be It has long since melted into his blood.
The tombkeeper glanced at Ning Jiujiu. He saw excitement and hope appearing on Ning Jiujiu's face, which had always been pretending to be calm, as if he was eager to learn this sword classic and then go out to make the long-lost sword classic Seeing the sun again, he asked the peak master of his peak for credit.
The tombkeeper continued: "Kneel down in front of the stone tablet and become my disciple, and I will grant you everything you want."
Ning Changjiu's footsteps moved unconsciously, and he walked back to the stone tablet - the tombstone the old man had set for himself.
Ning Jiujiu opened his mouth and asked with difficulty: "Why do you have to tell me so much?"
The tombkeeper knew that his heart had been shaken for a long time, and his voice was smooth and powerful: "Those who can enter here need to have extraordinary courage and extraordinary opportunities. You have both of these, and your talent is also excellent. , as long as it is polished a little, it will be a sharp sword that can shock the world. The most important thing is that you dare to use the sword against me. This is unspeakable courage, and it is also the reason why I am really willing to tell you everything. I In this life, I have never accepted a decent disciple, and you will be my last one and the one I am most proud of."
Ning listened for a long time, his jaw lowered, as if he finally bowed to the opponent, and the sword in his hand was only held in pieces, and he could easily take it away with just a light grasp.
Ning Jiujiu bent down and knelt down in front of the stone tablet.
A gratified smile appeared on the gravekeeper's face. He looked at Ning Jiujiu as if he were looking at his dearest and most loved child in the world. Even if he was about to turn into a real stone statue, he was still so kind.
Then, his smile solidified on his face.
The young man in front of him suddenly changed into a strange sword stand. The sword in his hand that had been easily blocked before was now pierced into his rock-hard throat.
There was no killing intent in him, but this sudden sword symbolized real death.
Ning Jiujiu never believed him. All his piety, admiration and expectations were just disguised emotions, as if the old man had always wanted to use magic words to make him believe in himself.
But the old man was too impatient, and his persuasion had the opposite effect.
Ning Jiujiu thrust out the sword again.
He filled up the only spot of light in the dark consciousness.
Then the sword pierced into his body.
The tombkeeper looked at him dully, his lips parted, full of shock and confusion: "Why...why? Do you want the Heavenly Sword Scripture to be lost? You...are you a disciple of our sect! What kind of sword do you use?" !”
The gravekeeper's questions will never be answered as his body collapses.
And when his body fell like a stone, the last two words out of his mouth made Ning Jiujiu's hair stand on end again.
He said, "Save me."
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On the sword field, Ning Xiaoling had regained her composure. For some reason, she felt that her heart was much more settled, and there were no more chaotic emotions. However, the images that suddenly flooded into her head still appeared like a nightmare. She thought I have tried the sect's Pure Heart Mantra many times but I can't get rid of it.
Some disciples thought she was frustrated after losing the sword just now. When she didn't understand the rules, they told her that as long as the loser kept winning all the way, he would have a chance to win the championship.
Ning Xiaoling listened and just nodded perfunctorily. At this moment, she didn't care much about winning or losing. She just wanted her senior brother to be well.
She believed that she could beat everyone as long as her thinking was correct, but what was the point? It's not that she works harder than them or is more talented than them. She achieved these realms with the help of her senior brother.
That was a gift from her senior brother.
In the next few fights, Ning Xiaoling could not be said to be serious or careless. Against every opponent, she could make dozens of moves and win by a narrow margin.
Lu Yuanbai was watching the battle with great interest. He felt that this little girl's moves were more powerful and interesting than he imagined. If he practiced more, he should be able to enter the middle realm of immortality, but that would be equivalent to his own realm. Well, when he thought of this, Lu Yuanbai couldn't help but sigh silently, feeling a little sad.
Yazhu, on the other hand, could see more of the doorways. She originally thought that Ning Xiaoling was in the first stage of Tongxian. After all, when the sword star was lit up in front of everyone, she broke through and entered Tongxian. But in this competition, The more she watched, the more frightened she became. She discovered that Ning Xiaoling was facing off against a practitioner in the initial realm of Tongxian without any pressure at all. Could it be that in this month, Ning Xiaoling had entered the middle realm of Tongxian
In just a few months... what kind of talent is this, not to mention that her legendary innate spirit has not yet been revealed.
Marrying senior sister was nothing more than that back then, right
At this moment, Lu Marry had already gone to Hidden Peak.
There is an extremely hidden one-way passage from the Peak Master Palace to Hidden Peak. After entering Hidden Peak, she immediately felt the traces of a battle.
She followed her perception and walked forward, and then found that the doors of many caves were open, and the elders who were in retreat had all come out of seclusion.
She felt more and more uneasy, and her heart was in doubt. She clearly didn't know what was going on, but suddenly she felt as if she would never see the delicate face of the young man in white. Her heart was empty, and she couldn't even see it. I can no longer hear my own heartbeat.
She didn't know why she had such emotions, so she could only excuse herself by saying that she needed the other party's Golden Crow to refine her body.
She quickly ran in that direction.
That is the location of the center of Hidden Peak.
Lu Marry suddenly thought of the abyss in her mind.
She didn't know that Ning Jiujiu often came to Hidden Peak to practice, and she never thought that he would go deeper into Hidden Peak... There are obviously restrictions there, didn't they stop him
She flew over quickly.
Several elders in the peak also stepped aside when they saw the peak master coming.
"What happened?"
Lu Marian saw the broken cliff and the broken bones on the ground, and the uneasiness in her heart was realized. When the pile of badly broken bones appeared in front of her eyes, her brain buzzed and became blank. It took a while for the elder's words to call her to reach her ears again.
"Whose blood is this?" Lu Marian still had a hint of luck hidden in her heart.
Fortunately, this fluke also came true.
"This is the body of Yan Feng. He escaped from the cold prison and met a person who was in seclusion here. The two fought and Yan Feng was killed here. Before he died, he blew himself up and killed the man. People also exploded into the peaks and valleys.”
Lu Marion leaned down and looked at the bottom of the peak. The gnawing darkness in the abyss suppressed her eyes. An uncontrollable impulse arose in her heart. She even wanted to jump up and go down to the peak to save people.
"Did you see who fell down?" Lu Married asked.
An elder who was the first to notice the movement replied: "I didn't see it clearly, but it should be a man in white."
It's just that Ning Jiujiu... Lu Marian no longer has any other ideas.
She didn't know what method Ning Jiujiu used to kill Yan Feng, and she didn't care about it anymore.
Lu Marian nodded her head gently, but there was not much expression in her eyes covered by her eyelids. After a while, her voice became calmer and she said: "Prepare the rope and soul lamp, I want to go down to the peak."
"Absolutely not!" A middle-aged man said immediately: "You have just been the peak master for the first time, and you have no idea what is hidden at the bottom of the peak!"
Lu Marian said stubbornly: "I know."
"You...sigh. He's just a disciple. There's no need to do this. Just go and visit his family and send him some good fortune."
Lu Marion replied: "He has no family."
"Wouldn't that be better?" the man said hurriedly. After finishing speaking, he felt that his statement was inappropriate, but he did not add anything more.
Lu Marian said softly: "So I am his family, and I will not give up on every disciple."
"If you are so stubborn, then you go down. But before you enter the peak and valley, draw up a document for the peak master to abdicate. If you can't come back, just choose the peak master according to the document to avoid an unreasonable dispute. A bloody storm."
This request seemed reasonable, but in fact it was extremely tough and unreasonable. After hearing this, many people present felt strange in their hearts. They actually expected Lu Jiaou to go her own way and write a letter to Xia Feng.
Lu Marion lived up to the expectations of many of them and nodded: "Okay."
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At the bottom of the peak, after Ning Jiujiu killed the old stone statue, his body froze.
A line of light smoke appeared behind him.
That was the figure of another old man. If Ning looked back for a long time, he would find that the old man looked exactly like the previous stone statue.
"I still underestimated you." The old man just said, seeming a little regretful.
Then, a finger touched the back of his head.
Ning Changjiu's expression was dull, and many things were quickly erased from his mind.
The old man stretched out his hand, made a virtual door, pushed the door open, and then pushed Ning Changjiu's body out.
When Ning Jiujiu came to his senses, he was already outside the peak.
This is the base of the peak.
He couldn't remember what he had experienced or why he was here.
He only vaguely remembered that he went to Hidden Peak to practice early this morning, and then thought about going to see Ning Xiaoling test the sword on time.
He covered his head, feeling very painful. He touched the peak stone with his hand and walked a few steps, stumbling into the open space back to the peak.
Then, he realized that many people were staring at him, and they were all dressed as outer disciples.
An old man holding a pen was writing something at the side. He was a little blurry. He looked up at the young man in front of him. Seeing that he was also dressed as an outer disciple, he said, "You also want to take the assessment? What's your name? Are you ready?" Just tell me and we'll start right away."
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(Half of the class reunion is mobile phone code, try to write more tomorrow QAQ)