Lu Marry walked through the wilderness with her sword. Her speed was so fast that the strong wind hit her face like the sound of thunder. The corners of her clothes vibrated at high speed in the wind. She was like a sword, and bursts of air bursting sounds were heard wherever she passed.
Lu Yuanwei was not wearing a crown, and her long hair was dancing wildly. She looked down and passed through the wilderness. The fields, ridges and villages all flashed by in her field of vision, and the thorns of the wild forest could not stop her in the slightest.
Bai Hong dug into the ground, and after a moment, the flying sword slowly fell to her side.
The sword was hanging on one side, turning slightly, and the tip of the sword was as cold as a star.
The wildly dancing black hair gradually calmed down, and in front of him was the archway of Liantian Town.
Behind the archway is a wall of hard rammed red earth. Under the wall are many animal bones piled up. Most of these animal bones have not been dead for a long time, and their bodies have not completely rotted. Inside the breastbones, there are many black and red scavenging birds pecking at their bones. Leftover meat.
Lu Marian frowned suddenly, feeling that something was not right. Her sword flew to her feet, and the long sword lifted her body up. Lu Marian looked past the earth wall and looked into the small town.
The earth buildings and wooden buildings in the town are adjacent to each other, and thick smoke is billowing in the distance, as if something is burning.
When Lu Yujian entered the town, an arrow shot from behind the wall. The arrow was shattered before it got close to her body. Lu Yuai turned her head and looked at the lookout tower with a black face and fingers. The one who pulls the arrow string.
"Immortal... Immortal Master?" The man was shocked when he saw the beautiful woman wielding a sword independently. He quickly put down the arrow in his hand and exclaimed: "Immortal Master... Immortal Master, are you here to help us?"
Lu Yujian came to him and asked, "The Godless Month has passed, why are monsters still rampant here?"
The man was stunned for a long time and said, "Isn't it like this all year round?"
Lu Marian frowned slightly and said, "Where are the two disciples who came to your town earlier? A boy and a girl."
The man wiped his dark face and did not dare to look at the woman in front of him. He just asked in confusion: "Where... where did this young girl come from?"
"Huh?" Lu Marian was equally confused: "Isn't your place Liantian Town?"
The man was stunned for a long time and said: "Liantian Town? Ours is Gushan Town. Liantian Town is further north."
Lu Marian was about to say why your archway said "Liantian Town", but the words fell apart on her lips. She guessed some reasons, thanked you, and headed north with her sword.
Along the way, Lu Marry passed dozens of villages and towns, and the archways in each village and town were exactly the same, with the words "Liantian Town" written on them.
But the townspeople among them all said that this was not Liantian Town, and that the archway must have been tampered with by demons.
After hitting the wall dozens of times in a row, even Lu Marry felt a little dizzy.
She didn't go down the mountain often, and she only glanced at the map briefly before leaving to get the general direction. However, after being deliberately confused by people one after another, she was already anxious and couldn't tell the direction.
She calmed down her turbulent sword heart and recalled Hasuda's direction.
She originally wanted to ask the villagers, but everyone had different opinions about the location of Liantian Town. Only the general direction was the same, north.
Lu Marian didn't dare to trust anyone. She was afraid that even an ordinary villager had been arranged by the person behind the scenes in advance to stop her.
She flew towards the north with her sword.
But Nanzhou is so big, finding a small town among the remote mountains is no different than finding a needle in a haystack.
She originally thought that with Yujian Tianzong having the other three peak masters in charge, and with the support of Tianzong's protective formation, nothing major would happen, but at this moment she discovered that the conspiracy behind it had been planned for a long time, and she could kill instantly The Nine Umbrellas should be an unexpected part of their plan. If she returned to the sect immediately at that time, she might be able to save the sect from disaster.
But she didn't choose that.
A trace of guilt arose in her heart.
Lu Jianwen used her fingers to sound the sword, stabilizing her Taoist mind. She knew that no matter which choice she made, she would regret it many years later.
She no longer thought about it and headed towards the north to wield the sword based on her true choice.
The sun rises higher and higher, and the world becomes brighter and brighter.
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There are guests coming to Liantian Town.
Now that spring is deep and the weather has warmed up, the guest is still wearing a thick dark purple cloak. The hood covers his face, and only two locks of white hair leak out from under the hood.
After he arrived at Liantian Town, he collected a small picture scroll.
He walked down the long street, and no one noticed him.
The door to Mr. Zhang's house was opened, and the man in a black cloak walked in.
The black cat sitting on the bench seemed to sense something. It looked in his direction, but nothing was reflected in its big eyes.
The man stood in the hall, stared at the painting in the center for a while, then walked straight across the yard and walked into the old wooden building.
"Coming?" Zhang Chengyu closed his eyes and spoke slowly.
After the man walked into the house, he slowly appeared, and a translucent shadow appeared on the ground.
"Twelve Autumn." The person in Xuanzi's cloak reported directly to his family. He was also one of the four masters of Zitian Daomen.
Among the Zitian Dao Sect, numbers 1 to 9 are the surnames of ordinary disciples, and there is no distinction between them. Ten is the surname of the sect master, and eleven to fourteen are the surnames of the four masters. The realm of each master is All are unfathomable.
"Is it okay to have nothing at all?" Zhang Chengyu asked.
Shiwu is the name of the master of Zitian Dao Sect. The last time Zhang Chengyu met him was thirty years ago.
Twelve Qiu smiled faintly. He did not sit down, but stood quietly aside, like a living ghost.
"The sect master is very good." Twelve Qiu said with a slight smile. He did not reveal any other information, but said: "It took nearly sixty years, and Jiu Ying's divine bones have been recovered from the evil water. All of them were salvaged, except for one song missing."
Zhang Chengyu talked about the secrets from thousands of years ago: "Many monsters in that era were beheaded. Even the divine bones in the Southern Wilderness Cave were also headless gods."
"Headless God?" Twelve Qiu was somewhat interested in this secret past event. Although he found it incredible, he knew that the old man in front of him was a living history book.
Zhang Chengyu nodded and said: "The ancient gods who were killed by a certain great god back then were all headless bones."
Twelve Qiu knew that the old man in front of him mentioned this matter deliberately, perhaps because he was planning something.
He calmed down and did not continue to ask. The abyss in the center of the Southern Wilderness was said to have driven most of the first generation strong men of Yujian Tianzong crazy. Even the Five Paths may not be immune to such terrible pollution. It is not something that the current Zitian Dao Sect can covet.
Twelve Qiu smiled and got down to business: "The Nine Infant Divine Bones are complete, but one of them is missing. Thirty years ago, the sect leader had an appointment with Mr. Today is the time to keep the appointment."
Zhang Chengyu sighed: "Seeing my old friend turned into a puppet makes me sad."
Twelve Qiu smiled and said: "For thousands of years, I have had countless friends, but now I am alone. It is really sad, but from now on, Zitian Dao Sect is willing to be my Taoist friend."
Zhang Chengyu was unmoved and said: "We are just making a deal."
Twelve Autumn brings more smiles.
He remembered something, bowed to Zhang Chengyu, and asked: "The Lord of the Kingdom of God is high in the sky, guarding the human world. If the Nine Infants reappear in the world, will it attract the prying eyes of the heavenly beings?"
The cultivators of their level all know that in history, it is not uncommon for the Lord of the Kingdom of God to intervene in the human world and kill evil spirits.
Zhang Chengyu only said: "Jiu Ying is not a demon... If it were another eleven years, I might be worried, but don't worry, Sir Zuijun might be happy to see this old friend reborn."
When Twelfth Autumn heard the word "Guijun", he felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
No matter what kind of storm the Zitian Dao Sect creates in the world, the Lord of the Kingdom of God can easily wipe them out, so no matter what they do, they must not touch the bottom line of the laws of Dao Heaven and Earth.
Zhang Chengyu's words made him feel more at ease. Twelve Qiu raised his head, with a sincere smile on his pale face under the hood: "Sir, I respectfully invite you to go to Zitian Dao Sect."
Zhang Chengyu did not get up immediately and asked: "It is said that the Jian Tianzong held a four-point sword summit today?"
Twelve Qiu said: "Exactly, although the Dao Sect and the Jian Sect have had disputes since ancient times, we are both decent sects. Even if one party is strong, we will never suppress the other party. It's just that the Jian Sect doesn't know what to do and dares to steal the Tao Sect. Things, that is also one of the keys to the Nine Infants’ resurrection.”
Zhang Chengyu asked in confusion: "What? Lost the Heavenly Soul Lamp?"
Twelve Qiu did not shy away, nodded and said: "Well, it was lost a few months ago. Maybe someone from the Sword Sect noticed our movements and wanted to sabotage it secretly, but it doesn't matter. We have determined the whereabouts of the Tianhun Lamp, so it's okay. Take this opportunity to besiege Yujian Tianzong and suppress their sixty years of arrogance."
Zhang Chengyu smiled contemptuously and said, "It's just taking advantage of the fact that Master Hanchi is not here."
Twelve Qiu said: "I heard that Sir has some friendship with Master Hanchi?"
Zhang Chengyu said calmly: "I have friendships with many people."
Seeing that he was still not getting up, Twelve Qiu smiled and urged, "Do you have anything else to do, sir?"
Zhang Chengyu said: "There are two insects from the Yujian Tianzong hiding from me in Liantian Town. Can you help me find them out?"
Twelve Qiu gradually frowned. Mr. Zhang is the real master of Liantian Town. If he can't find it, why should he waste his efforts? What's more, at this moment, he never thinks that anything is bigger than Jiuying's resurrection.
"Since it's a bug, don't worry about it." Twelve Qiu said.
Zhang Chengyu thought for a while and said: "That's right, let's go to Daomen first. That old friend is really missed."
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"Senior brother, how long do we have to wait?" Ning Xiaoling looked at her senior brother's handsome and tired face and asked this question for the first time.
At this moment, they were in a strange place, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, with woodcutters and farmers coming and going. It was nothing like the town of Liantian.
Ning Xiaoling still finds it incredible when she recalls it.
Before they entered the room, the senior brother picked up a pen and added two insignificant little people on the painting on the bedroom wall, and then they actually walked into the painting.
Ning Jiujiu explained to her that all Zhang Chengyu's paintings are either black and white or color, and all color paintings create things on the outside, while all black and white paintings create space on the inside.
Ning Xiaoling immediately thought that the layout of the town in the center was in black and white ink, while the portraits drawn for them, even though they had white clothes and black hair, their skin and pupils were carefully decorated with other colors.
"Then that black cat?" Ning Xiaoling suddenly remembered the black cat hanging on the wall.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Qiu Sheng said that Xiaolian is two years younger than him. Xiaolian is eight years old this year... Eight years ago, a big event happened in Liantian Town, and that big event affected Xiaolian, who was just born, and made her He almost died. Zhang Chengyu’s humanity was still intact and he didn’t want his granddaughter to die.
He drew a black cat. This black cat is both a physical object and a container. It helps Xiaolian contain her soul and stabilize her life. The only drawback is that this black cat coexists with her.
So Xiaolian is clearly eight years old now, but her real mind is just that of a four-year-old child, and the same is true for the black cat, whose mind is also similar to that of a four-year-old baby, so Xiaolian looks a bit stupid as a person, and As a cat, the black cat looks very smart. "
After Ning Jiujiu finished speaking, he added that these were just his guesses.
But Ning Xiaoling believed it. She was stunned when she heard it. Recalling all the details, she felt that what her senior brother said was true! Then, she thought of the little kitten's cry like a baby's cry, and a chill ran down her spine.
"Is there any way to help her?" Ning Xiaoling asked.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head gently. He also wanted to help the girl, but it was by no means a situation where he could not protect himself.
He was trying to solve the problem, and Zhang Chengyu was also waiting for him to solve the problem.
This is a game without swords and swords.
Ning Jiujiu knew that even if he guessed the title of the poem accurately, maybe what was waiting for him at the exit would be a butcher's knife.
He must think of a way that Zhang Chengyu couldn't think of.
Even if Zhang Chengyu is in a small town, he is by no means omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise he would not be able to find them for an hour.
Ning waited quietly for a long time, waiting for a while.
"Senior brother, have you thought of a way to solve the problem?" Ning Xiaoling asked worriedly.
Ning didn't answer for a long time, but at this moment, a cat meowed suddenly, and the meow seemed to be coming from a distant place from another world.
Ning Jiujiu breathed out softly and said, "Let's go."
They exited the painting.
In the clean and tidy room, the black cat looked at him obediently.
Ning Jiujiu stroked the black cat's silky hair and thanked him softly.
These days, when Ning Jiujiu was deep in thought, the black cat often jumped into their room, and Ning Jiujiu coaxed this innocent "little girl" who was only four years old.
When the black cat meowed, Ning Jiujiu knew that Zhang Chengyu had finally left.
Ning took a long look at the blue bird on the table that had not yet finished its eyeballs, and remained indifferent.
He and Ning Xiaoling left the room and walked into the hall.
Qiu Shengsheng, who had been cleaning up the house, stared at the pair of immortal masters as if they were ghosts: "You... where have you been before? Grandpa has been looking for you, but he is worried."
Ning didn't answer for a long time. He stared at the painting in the middle with all his concentration.
Only then did Qiu Sheng notice that Ning Changjiu held a pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen was full of ink.
"You... Immortal Master, what do you want to do?" Qiu Sheng asked in surprise.
The Golden Crow called out, pecking at his shoulders and flying upwards. Ning Jiujiu stood in the air, and the pen he picked up fell to the painting.
"Master Immortal, what are you going to do? Grandpa said that only he can move these paintings. Grandpa's brushwork is unique in the world and no one else can imitate it." Qiu Sheng went to move the ladder and wanted to stop it.
Ning Xiaoling held his shoulders and held him in place.
Ning Changjiu has been thinking about it for a long time these days.
Zhang Chengyu knew that he was going to solve the problem, but he never imagined that he had studied painting with him for three months in his previous life. The brushwork in those paintings was indeed extremely complicated, but because he had studied it, he knew a little bit about it.
Zhang Chengyu obviously didn't want anyone to learn his brushwork, so after learning it for three months in his previous life, he kicked Ning Jiujiu out on the pretext that his talent was too low.
In the opinion of the senior sister, there is no Taoist swordsmanship that cannot be learned in three days, and Ning Changjiu spent three months to get started. Of course, he was not talented enough, so he was not allowed to continue learning.
These are things that Zhang Chengyu cannot possibly know.
He knew a little about painting and couldn't make a complete painting to deceive this town, but if he did some discordant tricks, it would be enough.
This painting is called Liantian Town.
This poem has no title.
He stopped guessing the answer.
Since there was no title, he would write the title himself.
Ning Jiujiu picked up the pen and put it down.
Although he came up with the title himself, the title had to fit the meaning of the poem and take his painting skills into consideration.
Ning Jiujiu held his breath and began to write.
Outside Liantian Town, Zhang Chengyu's expression suddenly became serious, and he shouted angrily: "Go back!"
Twelve Qiu frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Chengyu said: "I saw those two insects."
Twelve Qiu thought that crushing two bugs would not waste much time. He did not object and nodded with a smile: "I would like to be your sword, sir."
As soon as they finished speaking, the space in Liantian Town seemed to ripple, and many people walked out of the town.
"This... why am I here? Where is the town?" A blacksmith held a hammer in his hand and looked around.
"I don't know. I just looked at the paintings on the wall for a while. In the blink of an eye, why are you here?"
"I'm also looking at paintings..."
"Isn't there a Ghost Festival in this town? No one goes out during the Ghost Festival. This... what's going on?"
The rabbit spirit carrying three carrots also appeared outside the town. It jumped up and down and looked around, seemingly not understanding what was going on.
Twelve Qiu and Zhang Qiyu arrived outside the town. Dozens of people had gathered outside the town without knowing it.
"How is that possible?" Zhang Chengyu looked at the scene in front of him in shock.
He knew that the town had been opened up, or there were countless gaps.
As for the calligraphy written by the young man in white, he also guessed what it was, but he didn't understand how he did it. He believed that there was absolutely no other person in the world who could imitate his own handwriting. Anyone could do it. no.
But such a person appeared in front of him.
"Those two bugs may have disguised themselves and blended in with these people." Twelve Qiu said coldly: "Are you going to kill them all?"
Zhang Chengyu sighed and said: "Zi Tian Dao Sect is a decent sect, and I am not an evil spirit."
Twelve Autumn said: "The throne of God is originally made of the lives of ants."
He didn't give Zhang Chengyu time to feel regretful and hesitate.
The Twelve Autumn Path Sword was unsheathed and swung out directly. The sword energy was like a huge sickle, cutting down the people outside Liantian Town.
…
Ning Jiujiu put away his pen.
There is an extra word in the title of that poem: "painting".
The structure of this character is only horizontal and vertical, which is extremely simple, and it can also correspond to the meaning of this poem. What is described in the poem is a picturesque scenery.
As a result, this painting spread the word "painting" to the entire town. In the town, all the paintings by Mr. Zhang, whether they were paper paintings or murals, became the door.
Many people approached the scroll inadvertently and were sucked into the mustard-seed-like door, walking out of Liantian Town during the Ghost Festival.
This is his trick.
But he also didn't expect that Zhang Chengyu would be so decisive.
The moment he and Ning Xiaoling walked out of Liantian Town, the sword energy happened to fall.
Ning Jiujiu originally wanted to call out the Golden Crow and block the sword with all his strength, but as soon as his golden pupils lit up, the light went out.
A white shadow fell on the figure, and the sword energy was shattered like an avalanche.
"Disciple pays homage to Master." Ning Jiujiu felt relieved and saluted with a smile to the beautiful back in front of him.