"The beginning of all things in chaos is hidden under the underworld."
A tall and thin man held a square wooden board in his left hand and a long wooden bang in his right hand. The sound of the bang sounded at an inappropriate time. The man walked through the street with a normal expression, like a watchman patrolling the streets.
The lotus boat docked slowly and leisurely, with white mist flowing behind it.
"Where is this?" Ning asked for a long time.
Qiu Sheng was shocked when he recalled the first time he saw this scene in the town when he was a child. Even though it was the fourth time he saw this scene, he was still beating in his heart. He said: "This is Liantian Town." …”
"This..." Ning Xiaoling was extremely surprised. She got off the boat and walked slowly towards the town. The wind blew away the fine hair on her forehead, bringing with it a long-lost coolness.
"How is this possible?" Ning Xiaoling's hand touched the wooden pillar of the archway, which had traces of water-stained mold.
Qiu Sheng didn't know how to explain this, so he had to say: "I will bring two immortal masters in."
In Liantian Town, everything is as usual.
All the layout has not changed, but it is getting late, the moon is high in the sky, and everything is eerily quiet.
Even the gecko general and the spotted frog who had been lying on the roof all year round stopped fighting and lay silently on the dark blue tiles, staring at each other with their big eyes.
The patrolling rabbit spirit was still energetic. It quickly noticed a few people walking at night, as if facing a formidable enemy. Then it found that they were acquaintances. Its erect long ears were pulled down again. It straightened the two carrots on its back and clasped its fists. The salute is very chivalrous.
Ning Xiaoling was sure that it was the rabbit spirit, and she still had the carrot it gave her.
"Senior brother... is this the same as that day in Linhe?" Ning Xiaoling asked in a low voice.
On that day in Linhe City, they temporarily escaped from Madam Bones and escaped into an alley. After walking back and forth several times, they would always return to a white wall. They climbed over the wall, only to find that it was their own house. , Ning Qinshui, who should have died long ago, smiled and waited for them.
Today's situation is somewhat similar to that day.
"It's different." Ning Jiujiu judged: "That day, Madam White Bone used a method similar to that of a ghost breaking a wall, but this time..."
"What this time?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "This time it seems that we are a little smarter. Previously, when we were running for our lives in danger, we could easily get heart-broken. This time it is different. This is too... a little more upright."
But the more this happens, the more terrifying it becomes.
Ning Xiaoling nodded slightly, being able to connect the entire Liantian Town from end to end, this is simply an incredible feat!
Qiu Sheng explained on the side: "The two immortal masters misunderstood. This is not an evil spirit. This has been happening for many years. Nothing bad will happen and it will pass peacefully."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How long will that one last?"
Qiu Sheng said: "As short as three or two days, as long as half a month or even a month."
"This has been too long..." Ning Xiaoling muttered worriedly: "If we can't go back, Master will be worried to death, and he will miss the next four sword summits..."
"Go back to the house first and take a look." Ning Jiujiu said.
They returned to Qiu Sheng's house. Xiaolian hadn't fallen asleep yet and had moved a bench to wait for them to come back.
In the large water tank at the door of the house, a few more lotus leaves were inserted, and there were fish in it that made ripples from time to time. Those fish were just moving in a small space like the bathtub, eating the little lotus leaves and sprinkled them. of fish food, never realizing that they might become food tomorrow.
The lotus leaves exude a light fragrance, and the copper bells ring slightly when the breeze blows.
Ning listened to the ringing of the bells for a long time, but could not feel any relief. He walked into the courtyard, where a few lonely hanging lamps lit candles, reflecting the bamboo shadows on the walls.
In the wooden building, the lights were still on, and Mr. Zhang was obviously not asleep yet. When Ning Chang stepped into the courtyard, a gray bird happened to fly far away.
Everything is still business as usual.
"I'm going to see Mr. Zhang." Ning Jiujiu said.
Qiu Sheng stopped him and said, "Grandpa only invites guests, but he hates people coming uninvited."
"It doesn't matter, I'll tell him." Ning Changjiu had made up his mind. He knew that the wooden building was unlocked and the old man inside was waiting for him.
The door of the wooden building was opened, and the old man was sitting in an ancient chair. The chair had no hollows at all and was breathless. It looked like a black coffin.
"Mr. Zhang." Ning Jiujiu called him.
The old man was not angry at his uninvited appearance and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Ning Jiujiu sat down naturally and said, "I just want to chat with the old gentleman."
"What's there to talk about?" Mr. Zhang spoke calmly, as if he didn't think this young man could bring any surprises to him.
Ning Jiujiu got straight to the point: "Sir, have you ever practiced in Yujian Tianzong?"
Mr. Zhang smiled and said: "All my life, I only love the pen and not the sword. When I was young, I had some spirituality, so I worked as a painter. Now that I am old and my inspiration has dried up, I just work hard as a painter, killing and annoying people. I Just thinking about death is like this.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then why did I see your authentic work in Yujian Tianzong?"
Mr. Zhang asked: "Tianzong actually has my paintings?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "When I first saw Mr.'s paintings, I felt they were familiar. I just remembered today that there are three paintings embedded in the screen in our Neifeng sword hall. The brushwork is extremely familiar."
Mr. Zhang did not deny it and said, "Maybe I bought it. It's not unusual."
Ning Jiujiu ignored his words and continued: "The three paintings are one of a deserted man riding an elephant and hunting snakes, one of a group of immortals entering the sea to hunt a monster with a dragon face, and the other of ten thousand swords rising into the air to kill a nine-headed monster. Devil, even though those three paintings were covered by black gauze, I still felt Tianzong’s sword intent between the paintings.”
Mr. Zhang thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I don't remember that I drew these. It's just that when I was young, I did have friends in the Tianzong, but I haven't been in contact with them for many years. I don't know whether they are dead or alive."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "I don't know who your friend is, sir. I can send you my regards."
Mr. Zhang did not answer and continued: "Those three paintings are all common myths. A snake swallows an elephant, hunts a dog*, and kills nine babies with a sword. Many painters have painted them, so they are not new."
Ning looked at this "old friend" calmly for a long time, trying to find a trace of leaked spiritual energy in him, but he hid it so well that he never showed it at all.
If Ning had not known him for a long time, he would have thought that he was just an ordinary old man in his old age, and would never associate him with the hidden master.
Ning Jiujiu said: "The vividness of Mr.'s paintings is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary painters."
Mr. Zhang suddenly turned around, looked at him, and asked, "Have you heard people talk about me before?"
"No." Ning Jiujiu replied.
"Then why do you look like that?" Mr. Zhang thought of his first meeting with Ning Changchun. He also couldn't figure out why he, an old man with an unattractive appearance, made this young man lose his temper. This is what he wants most now. Things to know.
Ning Jiujiu explained: "Mr. looks like an old friend of mine. I have been an acquaintance with him for many years. Unfortunately, the old man died a few years ago. Mingsheng's appearance is so similar to him that I didn't realize it for a while."
Mr. Zhang agreed with this explanation and said, "Then you have to leave tomorrow. Why did you come to see me today? Could it be that you are dissatisfied with those two paintings?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "Sir, your painting skills are amazing, but... we can't leave tomorrow."
Mr. Zhang asked curiously: "Is the god angry again?"
"The gods are angry?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
Mr. Zhang said: "It is the Ghost Festival. When the Ghost Festival comes, the entire Liantian Town will be connected end to end. That is the wrath of God."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Which god?"
Mr. Zhang replied: "You gods don't know. I, an old man, don't know. It's just that there are legends that this place was once the hometown of a certain god. The lotus pond was also a huge swamp, and we occupy the place where the god once lived." Territory, the ghosts of the gods will certainly punish us.”
Ning Jiujiu was still puzzled. He remembered something and asked, "Does this have something to do with the southern wilderness in the center of Nanzhou?"
Mr. Zhang is already old, so he is more knowledgeable. He replied: "Along the Liantian Town, further north is the Southern Wilderness. After passing the Qiongling Mountain, you will see the immortal's The red line became the Red River, and on the other side of the Red River is the Southern Wasteland. As for the origin of this god in Liantian Town, there are different opinions, how do I know?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How can we get out? Is there any precedent?"
Mr. Zhang replied: "Precedent? Yes, there is... Someone came in from outside during the Ghost Festival. She was a little girl. She looked around and left, but that was eight years ago."
Eight years ago... This was a very common sentence, but it had a completely different meaning to Ning Changjiu.
In the previous life, when he was eight years old, his senior sister asked him to study painting with Mr. Zhang. At that time, Mr. Zhang had not been in Dahe Town for long.
"What kind of little girl is she so powerful?" Ning Changjiu's words also seemed casual.
Mr. Zhang didn't shy away from it: "She was a little girl, carrying a weapon on her back, walked around the town, and then left."
Fourth senior sister...
Ning Jiujiu felt more and more that things were not simple. Except for the senior elder sister and the second senior brother, the other senior brothers and sisters were not on the mountain most of the time. His mission was only to concentrate on cultivating Taoism, so he did not know what happened in those twenty years. What.
Now he has walked through Nanzhou and caught their traces bit by bit, first the senior brother, then the fourth senior sister... What on earth is the master going to do
Ning Jiujiu smiled: "Thank you sir for clarifying my doubts."
Mr. Zhang seemed a little sleepy. He nodded and waved his hand: "Then just stay here and wait until the ghost festival is over before returning to the peak. Your Tianzong knows about the ghost festival in Liantian Town. Don’t worry too much.”
Ning Jiujiu said hello softly, then said goodbye and left.
Just after leaving the wooden building, the gray sparrow fluttered its wings and flew back.
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"Senior brother, how come we always encounter such strange things?" Ning Xiaoling said with a bitter face: "If this happened a month ago, I would be very happy, but at this time... ugh."
Ning Jiujiu consoled him: "At least no one is chasing me this time."
Ning Xiaoling said in admiration: "Senior brother, you really know how to enjoy hardships."
Ning Changjiu's worries are actually no less than those of his junior sister. He doesn't believe in the wrath of the gods. He knows that Mr. Zhang must be hiding something from him. And the fourth senior sister's willingness to come here means that there may be something hidden here that even the master feels. Interesting things.
Ning Changjiu said: "Tomorrow I will go to the lotus pond again."
Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up and she said, "Senior Brother's little bird is very powerful. It was able to break through Linhe City last time. The white mist this time should be no problem, right?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't have much confidence.
The next day, the sun rose as usual, farmers, craftsmen, and the Weaver Girl worked as usual, and the monsters gradually woke up. When Ning Xiaoling passed by the only road, the rabbit spirit stared at her for a long time, and then seemed to realize something. , a little angry, asked Ning Xiaoling for the carrots back.
Ning Xiaoling understood that the rabbit spirit might have thought that he had lied to it because he said he was going to leave but didn't.
Ning Xiaoling felt miserable and handed back the carrot while being chased and beaten by the rabbit spirit. The rabbit left with anger and pride.
Ning Changjiu first went to the archway at the entrance of the town and took a look. What was originally a grassy area had turned into a lake. When he turned to leave, his nails brushed against the wooden pillars, leaving some traces.
They entered the lotus pond again.
Then, they discovered that there was no fog in the lotus pond during the day, and the sky and the earth were clear, but they could still not see the edge at a glance.
This time Qiu Sheng was not accompanied, so Ning Jiujiu and Ning Xiaoling went boating alone.
Not long after the lotus boat passed through, the python appeared again, protruding a huge blue head and walking with them.
The lotus leaves grow very fast, and some are even higher than the top of the head. The lotus boat passes by like a big green umbrella.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the exaggeratedly large giant python next to the lotus boat. She was no longer afraid. She even leaned out and reached into the water to touch its seemingly smooth but rough-feeling scales. The giant python He was very docile and just swam quietly, as if it was his duty to accompany tourists on rafting.
Ning Jiujiu called out his Golden Crow.
The Golden Crow stood on his shoulder, looking at the water with him, but the surrounding water was covered with sparkling golden light.
The giant python turned its head. It looked at the golden crow on Ning Changjiu's shoulder. Its long and narrow vertical pupils suddenly became thinner. It seemed to be out of fear, and it moved its body restlessly, and its head Suddenly he plunged into the water and dived into the depths of the lotus pond.
The water surface shook with huge waves, and Ning Changchun pressed the side of the boat with his fingers, pushing down the lotus boat together with the entire rising water surface.
Ning Xiaoling was frightened. She was touching the snake well, but something like this suddenly happened. She immediately retracted her hand and looked at her senior brother in surprise: "What's wrong?"
Soon, everything calmed down.
Ning Jiujiu looked deeply at the place where the black shadow disappeared on the water and said, "It seems to be scared?"
Ning Xiaoling knew how powerful the golden crow was, so she didn't find it too strange. Instead, she thought about the big snake and said, "Don't scare it like this next time."
Ning Changjiu gently stroked the Golden Crow's feathers, then held it in his palm and tossed it.
The Golden Crow flew into the air and hovered at a certain location. Then, a golden thread connected the lotus boat, and the Golden Crow in the air guided them forward.
Ning Jiujiu thought at first that there was an undercurrent hidden under the boat. Unknowingly, the lotus boat shifted a little bit, and then changed its trajectory into a circle.
So he let the Golden Crow pull the lotus boat and let the Golden Crow form an absolutely straight line in the air. Because the Golden Crow has no innate and natural consciousness, it theoretically cannot be influenced by anything.
As the Golden Crow led the lotus boat forward, the surroundings became increasingly quiet.
In the end, they returned to the gate of Liantian Town again, and the familiar archway looked like a sarcastic smile.
Ning Jiujiu stepped off the lotus boat and looked at the wooden pillars on the archway, where there were traces left by his previous fingernails.
"We are back again." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ning Xiaoling was not surprised and just muttered: "This is obviously impossible. How can you return to the original place if you keep moving forward?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Put your fingers on the egg shell, keep moving forward, and eventually you will return to the starting point."
Ning Xiaoling wondered why her senior brother was still joking at this time, "Is Liantian Town round?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head gently: "It's impossible. But there is another possibility..."
"what?"
"Maybe this is also the power of laws..." Ning Jiujiu expressed the incredible conjecture in his heart: "Liantian Town is an existence similar to the Kingdom of God, and this ghost festival is one of the laws of Liantian Town."
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Liantian Town may be like Fengdu in Linhe City, a small divine kingdom that rules alone.
Three days have passed since Ning Changjiu made these remarks.
Even though Ning Jiujiu felt that his conjecture was extremely close to reality, they still couldn't find a way to break the situation.
For three whole days, they tried many methods, but they couldn't leave here.
Across the Liantang is Liantian Town, across the wheat fields on both sides, and at the end is Liantian Town. The world extends in all directions, but its center is pointed at this only small town.
But while rafting on the lotus pond, the black giant python never appeared again.
"Junior sister, have you noticed something strange?" Ning asked for a long time.
"What's up?"
"Lu Marion didn't come to see us." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Senior brother, are you stupid..." Ning Xiaoling rolled her eyes: "We can't get out, how can Master Marry get in?"
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said to himself: "In the outside world at this moment, what is Liantian Town like?"
Ning Xiaoling scolded: "Senior brother, if you are capable, wouldn't you know it if you go out and take a look?"
Ning Jiujiu also laughed to himself.
That day in Fengdu, Lu Jianjiao failed to defeat him because his level was not high enough.
But now, no one knows better than Ning Jiujiu about Lu Jianjian's strength. Her sword spirit has undergone a qualitative change, and her strength is more than twice as strong as when she was in Linhe City. Even in the first stage of Ziting, she should be able to fight against her. Without an opponent, if this place is really a dilapidated Fengdu like Linhe City, it shouldn't be indestructible, or...
Ning Jiujiu took out a wooden tube from his arms.
It was the wooden tube given to them before leaving. Ning Jiujiu crushed it directly, and the pair of jade hidden inside was also shattered.
Ning Xiaoling didn't know why the senior brother did this. Although they were trapped here at the moment, they didn't encounter any strange dangers.
"Should I pinch it?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
"Keep yours first," Ning Jiujiu said.
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
The two of them sat on the boat, looking at the endless distance, and neither spoke anymore.
This time they did not try again, but just floated with the current. Ning Xiaoling took off a lotus leaf to cover the sun. The little face under the lotus leaf was even more immature than Chu He.
She filled the water boredly, not thinking that she could play any role in breaking the situation.
Time goes by like this day by day.
Counting the days, the Four Summit Swords are getting closer and closer, but this confusing ghost festival continues unusually, with no sign of disappearing.
In the blink of an eye, ten more days and nights passed.
Ning sat in the room for a long time, quietly looking at the paintings on the wall.
Qiu Sheng looked at the lonely back of the immortal master in white clothes, feeling a little guilty and regretting that he did not tell them about this earlier.
"Are these paintings all the works of Mr. Zhang?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Qiu Sheng nodded and said: "Yes, grandpa only likes his own paintings. No matter how good other people's paintings are, they will not be hung on his wall."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and stared at the painting in the middle.
Until night falls.
After tonight, there are only two days left before the Four Summits.
Ning stared at the poem for a long time.
Then he walked out of the door and looked at the all-too-familiar water tanks, lotus leaves, and bells. Then he crossed the threshold and walked into the house again. Then he walked through the house and into the backyard, looking at the hangings on the wall. The lamp and the bamboo shadow illuminated by it, and the bright moon in the sky all looked dim, and a gray sparrow fluttered its wings and left.
He returned to the house, woke up Ning Xiaoling, and whispered: "Come out with me."
Ning Xiaoling was dragged outside the house by Ning Changjiu while she was half asleep.
"What's wrong..." Ning Xiaoling felt dizzy.
Ning Jiujiu took her to walk the path from outside the house to the yard again, and then asked, "Did you find anything?"
"What?" Ning Xiaoling felt that her senior brother was in a daze and said, "It's normal. Nothing happened..."
"Look around carefully." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ning Xiaoling sobered up a lot.
Ning Jiujiu took Ning Xiaoling from outside the wooden building to the gate again.
"Did you find anything?" Ning Jiujiu asked again.
Ning Xiaoling pondered for a while, recalling what she had just seen.
She discovered that as soon as they left the yard, the gray bird flew back. This was something she had known for a long time. At first, she thought it was just that the little bird was afraid of strangers and flew away when it saw strangers. But now that she thinks about it, It's so weird, it's been a month, they must be familiar with each other.
"Is there something weird about that little gray bird... Is it a hidden monster?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head gently and took her back and forth again. This time, Ning Jiujiu told her many more details: "When we entered, the wind started first and then the bell rang, but when we walked out, But the bell rings first, and then the wind is felt. The time difference between them is very short, and you can feel it with your spiritual consciousness."
Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes in disbelief, spread her consciousness, walked back and forth at the threshold several times, and found that this was really the case... although the difference was extremely subtle.
She also found that when outside the door, the lotus leaves looked very dark, but when inside the house, they looked a little lighter. She thought it was because of the light.
"What's going on?" Ning Xiaoling asked in surprise.
Ning Jiujiu took her to the courtyard again. He pointed to the white wall full of bamboo shadows, pondered for a while, and said, "This may not be very obvious, just look here."
As he spoke, he pointed to the lamp hanging on the wall and said: "When you enter the yard, the light will be brighter and the moon in the sky will not be eye-catching. But when you come back, the lamp and the moon will be reversed again." .”
Ning Xiaoling found it incredible, but she walked back and forth in the yard, and the gray sparrow flew back and forth following her footsteps.
Ning Xiaoling discovered that all this was just as the senior brother said, with such a small difference. How did the senior brother discover it
Ning closed his eyes for a long time, thinking about everything now.
He knew the doubts in Ning Xiaoling's heart and said, "Come with me."
Ning Xiaoling followed him into the house.
Ning Jiujiu pointed to the unattractive town layout in the center and said, "Have you seen the poem above?"
Of course Ning Xiaoling knew this poem. On the first day when she was appreciating paintings with her senior brother, she proudly said that she could write at this level.
At this moment, she softly read this poem with a different mood:
"The fragrance of plain lotus shakes the wind and shakes the bell, and the lamp reflects the shadow of the bamboo wall courtyard. The returning bird looks at the high building in the distance, and the solitary lamp shines like water on the moon."
Ning Xiaoling was still confused: "What's wrong? This is what our house looks like."
Ning closed his eyes for a long time and sighed: "Read it upside down."
Ning Xiaoling frowned, her eyes fell on the last word, and then slowly read forward: "The bright moon is shining on the water like a solitary lantern, the high-rise building is watching the birds returning home, the shadows illuminate the walls of the courtyard, the bamboos reflect the lanterns, the bells are shaking and the wind is fragrant. Hesu…”
Her voice became softer and softer, and she found that the poem flowed smoothly from end to end.
And she immediately understood that when reading this poem, it was the scene of them walking from the door into the courtyard, and when reading it backward, it was the scene of them walking from the courtyard to the door!
The chill aroused goosebumps. At that moment, Ning Xiaoling suddenly felt that the world around her was so unreal. She was still confused: "But...but what does this mean?"
"This is a palindrome poem." Ning looked at the town layout map for a long time and said softly: "There is no ghost festival here at all. We are now trapped in a palindrome poem, and the person who wrote the poem, Using his sky-high painting skills and using this small house as a model, he brought the power of this palindrome poem to the entire town."
"Now this Liantian town is like a poem connected from beginning to end."
Ning Jiujiu's voice also became softer and softer.
Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened and her breathing became heavier. She immediately turned her head and looked at the small wooden buildings: "Could it be that Mr. Zhang..."
Ning didn't answer for a long time and just said: "I still have one thing that I'm not sure about."
"What?"
"Why didn't Master come to us?"
"This question..." Ning Xiaoling originally wanted to say that her senior brother had already asked her, but under this situation, she realized that her senior brother must have other ideas.
Ning Jiujiu walked straight into the hospital again.
The door of the small wooden building is closed.
He knocked directly on the door.
"Why are you making such noise in the middle of the night?"
After knocking for a while, Mr. Zhang opened the door. There was unconcealable anger on his face.
Ning looked at him quietly for a long time and asked: "Sir, where is the painting you painted for us earlier?"
The two paintings were originally meant to be taken back when they were about to leave, but due to delays due to the Ghost Festival, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling never asked about it.
Mr. Zhang didn't shy away from it and said, "Is this why you called me in the middle of the night?"
Ning Jiujiu said apologetically: "Sorry to trouble you, old man."
Mr. Zhang endured his anger, led them into the building, took out the two paintings, spread them out, and said, "Do you have any questions?"
Ning looked at the two paintings on the table for a long time, and then he said quietly: "Sir, for some reason, I feel like my eyes have lost their sparkle in these two paintings."
Mr. Zhang's anger dissipated, and his face also calmed down: "What do you want to say?"
The next moment, the dagger in Ning Chang's arms unsheathed like a sword and stabbed the old painter with the sure-kill move.
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The time is pushed back to thirteen days ago.
Yujian Tianzong.
Ning Jiujiu and Ning Xiaoling returned to the mountain gate together. The young man in white looked indifferent, and the girl in white skirt had a pretty face.
Yazhu smiled after seeing them and wrote down their names.
Ning Jiujiu bowed to Yazhu and said seriously: "Uncle, my junior sister and I both had the opportunity during this trip. We have a great understanding in our hearts. In order to reach the Four Summit Swords, we want to retreat for more than half a month. During this period, no one can Don’t disturb me, okay?”
Ning Xiaoling nodded in agreement.
Yazhu looked at him strangely, wondering why this young man suddenly became so fond of practicing.
But this was a good thing after all, and she had seen Ning Jiujiu's sword with her own eyes that day. She was full of expectations for Ning Jiujiu's sword at the Si Summit half a month later, so she naturally agreed.
After that, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling stayed in the room without taking a step.
Lu Marian was a little surprised at first, why Ning didn't go to her after returning to the peak for a long time, but soon she laughed to herself, thinking that he was her apprentice, how could she have such an emotion similar to attachment? She immediately cut off her thoughts and continued to retreat.
No one found out that the brothers and sisters were fake.
This was supposed to be foolproof.
But Ning never thought that there was another pair of eyes staring at him in this room.
Those eyes came from that porcelain bottle, and she watched helplessly as Ning Changjiu changed from a three-dimensional portrait to a flat painting every night, as if he was discouraged.
She knew that this was definitely not Ning Jiujiu, but the real Ning Jiujiu...
Han Xiaosu was so scared that she hid in the bottle and did not dare to move, hoping that the other party would not find her.
It wasn't until the thirteenth day that she finally couldn't stand the pressure of such conspiracies and decided to find a way to tell the peak master here about it.
That night, she took out the hairpin Ning Changjiu gave her and secretly floated out the porcelain vase.
"Who are you?" A dull voice sounded as she was about to drift out of the window.
Han Xiaosu's soul was cold.