After being pestered by Shao Xiaoli for several hours, Ning Jiujiu finally threatened her with running away from home. The girl stopped pleading and immediately said: "Boss, you can't leave, I'm leaving... I'm leaving!"
After driving Shao Xiaoli to sleep, he would rather not have peace of mind for a long time.
The Spirit of Sword Scripture and Lord Xueyu began to discuss what happened today again.
"The one called Shen Xiang seems to have a very high status?"
"But he doesn't seem to be very powerful. He can't even beat Uncle Ning."
"What is company? Isn't our family great for a long time?"
"Bah, you are a lousy book, don't be so disgusting!"
"But to be honest, the people in this city don't seem to have high levels of cultivation. That book of Bei Ming Shen Sword sounds like a powerful sword move, but I took a quick look and found that it's still an old thing from a thousand years ago. , but he was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe five hundred years ago and it is still passed down to this day."
"Aren't you also an old thing who is older than them?"
"Can I be the same as them? I am immortal, they are the dregs that have been left behind for thousands of years!"
"Shut up!" Ning Jiujiu finally couldn't help but speak.
Ning Jiujiu recalled everything that happened today and what Shao Xiaoli said, building an outline in his mind, and then said: "This place should have avoided the disaster five hundred years ago. And all the techniques here, according to her These are all things passed down by the goddess, so what is the purpose of the goddess doing this?"
"Luck." The spirit of the Sword Scripture told Ning Changjiu the answer in his heart.
Ning Jiujiu nodded: "She doesn't want this city to have complete luck. And those monks from aristocratic families and sects, because they are connected with the same Qi, their paths of cultivation complement each other. Sometimes one person can rise to the top and even lead the entire peak. The realm is high. But in this city, everyone practices their own way... "
The Spirit of Sword Scripture said: "This city is indeed weird, but it's good. At least we walked out of the desert. I originally thought there was something evil under the abyss, but now it seems that there are people in the city, even if it's a bit shabby. , at least I can feel more at ease."
Ning looked at the simple chair under him for a long time, recalling the fight in the desert, and felt the same way. Every piece of sand there should have been transformed by the corpses that died there. Every time you step on it, you may have walked through the life of a certain all-powerful demon king.
At that time, the abyss seemed to be a place where Gu was raised. After the abyss was activated, the dead souls revived, and those who finally crawled out were qualified to see the light of day again and become weapons of the royal family.
"Are we underground now?" Mr. Xueyu asked.
"K."
According to the basic idea, of course there is an underground world under the abyss.
"This is not my home court." Mr. Xueyu sighed angrily.
Ning Changjiu said coldly: "Don't worry, I'll give you another place to live in two days."
Mr. Xueyu said in surprise: "Didn't your wife say that after killing a hundred evil spirits, she would return her original body to me? You... you can't break your promise!"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sneered: "Daughter-in-law? Don't you support Zhao Xianger unswervingly?"
"This... the matter is urgent." Mr. Xueyu defended with a blushing face.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the rotten sword at his waist and said, "Okay, I will take you out to look for evil spirits tonight."
With that said, Ning Jiujiu stood up and walked towards the dark night outside the door.
He also wanted to observe the city carefully and try to find some clues to the outside world.
But the people of Duanjie City have spent seven or eight hundred years and still haven't found an outward passage, which is undoubtedly a shadow in their hearts.
There were no stars in the sky, and the wind blew slowly in the dark night. The branches of the trees rustled across the courtyard, and there seemed to be faint footsteps coming from further away.
He opened the door and walked out of the small courtyard.
On both sides of the gate, bright red lanterns covered his body with light. The lantern was a mesh-like frame made of densely woven bamboo strips. The light was bright but not warm, just like in Linhe City.
Walking along this road, there are red lanterns hanging on both sides. This street paved with stone bricks looks like a stream passing through a sea of red flowers.
According to Shao Xiaoli, there are more than sixty households here, and all of them are descendants of the royal family.
Because every time the royal family gives birth, their divine blood will be diluted. Therefore, unlike the common people in the city, the royal family must be more rigorous in childbirth and pay more attention to being well-matched.
The location of the royal palace is further east, because according to legend, that is where the real sun rises.
Ning Changjiu walked across the long street and walked out.
The entire Broken Boundary City is divided into two sides. The royal area has a special city wall, and the outer city also has a city wall of almost the same height. Because monsters outside the city have become increasingly difficult to approach in recent years, many defenses and fortresses have also been It was not repaired in time and looks a bit dilapidated.
There were not many patrols in the royal city. There was only a small team walking in the city. It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and the city gate was still ajar. Several trucks carrying goods moved in. The people pulling the trucks were not oxen and horses, but beetle-like beasts. Creatures, they are huge in size, with pale golden carapace and long beetle-like horns.
Ning Jiujiu cast his concealment technique and quietly blended into the crowd, avoiding their detection and arriving outside the city.
As soon as they left the royal city, a slight chill came over them.
The residential buildings are closely connected, and the stone bricks paving the ground are not as smooth and moist as those in the royal city. You can clearly feel the unevenness when walking.
In the city, there is a river running through the city. Those are hidden springs dug underground, with an endless supply.
Ning walked calmly on the street for a long time.
"If I hadn't known it in advance, I wouldn't have believed that this was an underground world." Lord Xueyu said with emotion, "This is very similar to the city specifications of many human dynasties."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Of course it cannot be a simple underground world. This may be a city in a certain divine kingdom that collapsed underground along with the divine kingdom."
"The Kingdom of God?" Mr. Blood Feather asked in confusion: "Isn't that something that the supreme God Lord can possess?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture laughed and said: "If you were a great god and you had cultivated your cultivation to an unparalleled level, would you want to open up a world of your own and escape from the control of the Lord of the Kingdom of God?"
Mr. Xueyu, who longed for freedom, immediately said: "Of course. It's just..."
"It's just that the God who created this city seems to be dead now. The whole world is the territory of the Lord of the Kingdom of God. If you were the Lord of God, and you were watching a piece of your territory being taken out from the middle, you wouldn't think Do you want to destroy it immediately?" Mr. Xueyu said worriedly: "It is better to be a good bird that abides by the rules."
Ning Changjiu's figure moved very quickly in the night.
There were no large lanterns hanging in the civilian city, and it was mostly pitch black. Only some people's homes were lit by weak fires, and on the roofs of many houses, there were a few children meditating and practicing, as if they were breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Ning Jiujiu arrived at the outer end of the city wall. He looked up at the high wall. This wall seemed to have been breached many times, with many messy and ancient traces remaining on it. People in straw cloaks walked up and down on it. They There was a sword tied around his waist and a crudely made firearm in his hand.
The majestic city wall separates the two worlds.
Ning Jiujiu had the ability to control the sword, but he did not act rashly. After all, the outside world had not yet been fully understood, and the risks of late night operations were still higher.
"There doesn't seem to be anything special about this broken city." Lord Xueyu said: "With the ability of that headless god, it would be really ridiculous if he could only build a city like this."
Ning Jiujiu said to himself: "But if the headless god is the god here, then who is the goddess Shao Xiaoli talks about?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "You are stronger than the people in this city. They can't go further, but you can. Maybe when the time comes to go outside, everything will be solved."
Ning Jiujiu said: "They should be wary of my existence."
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said confidently: "There shouldn't be a single person in this city who has entered the Purple Garden. You don't have to worry."
Ning Jiujiu nodded, understanding the meaning of its words.
It's not that there are no extremely talented cultivators in Duanjie City, but there is a lack of soil to breed cultivators in the Purple Garden Realm. There is a lack of spiritual energy here, and the entire city does not have complete luck. The most important thing is... it seems that it is isolated from the world and cannot attract thunder from the sky.
Did he enter the Purple Courtyard first, attracting the calamity of the inner demons and the thunder from the sky, or did the calamity of the inner demons and the thunder from the sky come first, and then the calamity of the inner demons and the thunder from the sky came first, and then the calamity was broken before the purple court. At the moment of your calamity, do you count yourself as a purple court or a long-lived person
This has been controversial since ancient times.
If it is the latter, then no one in the Boundary-Breaking City will ever be able to reach the Purple Court Realm, because this place truly exists as a boundary-breaking place and cannot attract sky thunder at all.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sighed: "The flow of time in the Time Abyss is different from here. We don't know how much time has been delayed. It may be a hundred years after we leave."
Mr. Xueyu also became sad: "Do you think His Highness will wait for our Uncle Ning for a hundred years?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "I don't know who your Royal Highnesses are, but Lu Yuanjian will definitely do it. However, in a hundred years, Lu Yuanjian must have already been in the fifth realm. If she falls into the abyss by then... Sigh."
Ning listened to their words for a long time and felt worried, but it was useless to think too much.
He walked around the city for a while and found that many poor people would have some strange-looking stone beasts placed at their doorsteps. Other than that, there was nothing special about them.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and walked towards the royal city.
Soon, their previously discussed dream of being invincible in the world was shattered.
When passing by an alley, a flash of white light flashed across Ning Changjiu's eyes.
And when that white light appeared, before Ning Changjiu stepped into the alley, his Taoist heart buzzed, and the alertness in his heart drove the movements of his hands. He immediately pulled out the broken sword and quietly walked in the darkness. Stabbing into the ground, the murderous intent came first and condensed into the tip of the broken sword, slashing towards the place where the danger came.
A crisp chirping sound sounded briefly in the night.
Ning Jiujiu's sword seemed to have encountered some obstruction and was unable to penetrate deeply. He held the sword and leaned forward. His other free hand turned into a palm and slapped it forward. In the palm of his hand, the five fingers kept changing. , including the swordsmanship of Tianzong and the true secrets of Taoism.
Snapped!
The two palms collided in the air, and the timing was just right, as if by chance.
The opponent's palm force had a truly impregnable meaning, like a city wall that had stood for thousands of years and could not be knocked down. Ning Jiujiu's body was shocked and he took a step back. His consciousness was also broken by this palm, and his spirit was slightly disturbed. There was a blank, and he immediately pressed his fingers between his eyebrows to make up for the flaw left in Tao's heart.
In this slight gap, the other party's hand pressed forward in hot pursuit.
He didn't feel the edge of the blade, so he couldn't immediately detect the origin of the opponent's moves.
Ning Changjiu's broken sword was caught in the opponent's hand. After the spiritual energy at the tip was broken off, the broken sword briefly lost its support. Ning Changjiu couldn't help but lean forward as he walked away with the sword.
The opponent in the darkness originally wanted to grab the blade with bare hands, but suddenly he said "Hey".
At that moment, the murderous intent of the sword in Ning Changjiu's hand also disappeared without a trace. It was no longer a sword, but a wisp of wind that passed through the hall unintentionally, leaving no trace of danger.
The moves in the second half of the Tianyu Sword Classic.
With a click, the red light was like a suddenly lit fire, illuminating the night in an instant.
The screams of Blood Feather Lord rang out. It flapped its wings and was forced to fly out from the broken sword. It flapped its wings towards the enemy who destroyed its habitat, and sprayed out sword feathers and flames.
When the sword light approached the opponent, it was blown away by an invisible wind.
Lord Xueyu screamed and retreated, trying to find something to preserve his fragile soul.
Ning Jiujiu's Dao Realm of the Sword of Death had a crack after the opponent blocked it. This crack was fatal. His Dao Realm soon fell. With a tremble of his wrist, iron filings flew from the rotten sword, and then it was struck by both sides. The spiritual energy exploded.
Ning Jiujiu confirmed that the other party was a master, many times stronger than Shen Xiang.
Could it be that the king himself came and wanted to eradicate him
But the strange thing is that there is no killing intention in the other party.
These thoughts flashed past, but Ning Jiujiu's sword moves were not slow. The sword fire ignited and illuminated a corner of the opponent's black robe, and strands of extremely fine silver hair were dancing in the darkness.
For some reason, every strand of silver hair seemed to slow down in his sight.
Then, Ning Jiujiu found that the speed of his sword had also slowed down.
Time seems to have been stretched deliberately.
But the opponent's speed was as usual.
Ning Jiujiu watched helplessly as the other party took away the sword in his hand. If he wanted to kill him at this moment, it would be an extremely easy thing.
Ning Jiujiu didn't understand why the law of time in the abyss of time failed to interfere with him, but this man's prison made of Zhou's paintings restricted his movements.
But the opponent did not choose to pierce the sword into his chest after taking the advantage.
From the other party's black robe, an extremely white hand stretched out. The hand was extremely slender and beautiful. Each bone of the hand was like an exquisite piece of art, which contrasted sharply with the decayed broken sword.
Ning Jiujiu watched helplessly as she held the sword and stretched out her hand to push it.
The sword returned to its sheath.
The man's fingers gently fell on the edge of the black robe, twisting the edge of the robe that was slightly damaged by the sword fire. She gently took off the black robe, revealing a face like a young girl, and the The silver hair was spread down softly, with a glimmer of light.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her lips were pursed, forming a soft smile.
She lightly drew the void with her pointers, and the time prison that had imprisoned Ning for a long time was easily lifted.
Ning stared at the silver-haired woman in black robe for a long time.
The other party's eyes are completely transparent, glowing with the color of sapphire, but they are more ethereal and dreamy. The halo flowing in the whites of the eyes reminds people of the moon that does not exist in this world.
"Who are you?" Ning looked into her eyes for a long time and put his hand on the iron branch around his waist.
The woman looked at him with a soft smile. All her movements seemed to be slowed down by half a beat, but they were still smooth and natural, like the lingering wind.
The woman spread out her other hand, and in her white and delicate palm, there was a prismatic white instrument that looked like a small ruler.
She spoke softly and said: "This is the token of the Star Spirit Palace. I am here on the order of the master. If the young master is free in the future, you can use this to go to the Star Spirit Palace. The master wants to see you."
Ning Jiujiu hesitated and took the white, finely polished stone tool.
"Who is your master? Why don't you come?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The woman straightened her messy robe and said, "The master has no name, he is only called Si Mingxiang."
Ning Changjiu hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but ask: "How does your master's cultivation compare to yours?"
The woman smiled elegantly and said, "How can a firefly compete with the bright moon?"
After saying that, she lowered her eyebrows, relaxed her body, and then turned around. The dark robe blended into the night and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The murderous intention between life and death returned to normal, with only two walls still remaining. There are many sword marks, which indicate the battles that took place here.
Lord Xueyu was like a wet old hen, squatting on a lantern stand with his wings crossed, his soul trembling in the dark night.
"Uncle Ning, help me!" Mr. Xueyu cried mournfully.
Ning Jiujiu pulled out the immortal sword Minglan, which had been broken into pieces and could no longer be shorter, and said: "I'll make do with it."
Mr. Xueyu went back with a grimace.
Ning Jiujiu was still worried about everything that had happened before. What was the reason for the sudden appearance of that mysterious woman? Do you want to show sincerity, or do you just want to give yourself a kick
Ning Jiujiu turned over the long white jade in his hand, wondering what it was.
Before there was no way to break her spatial prison, he would never risk going to the Star Spirit Palace.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "There are people outside. It seems that there are other masters in this city."
The spirit of the Sword Scripture said in a cold voice: "The laws of Zhou are far more brilliant and rare than those of Yu. She can actually use these laws with great proficiency. If a maid is like this, how powerful can her master be?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "In short, it is not something we can compete with today."
He looked at the broken sword in his hand with pity, thinking that if it wasn't Lu Marion's sword, he might have thrown it away long ago.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture was still pondering the previous woman's move, and said: "This city should be scattered with the authority of a certain god, or that woman is not an ordinary member of the royal family, but a direct descendant of the god!"
Ning Jiujiu also had his own thoughts in his heart. He did not say it outright, but looked at himself with his spiritual consciousness and explored the Ziting.
The Golden Crow has roughly re-condensed into shape, but it is still sleeping. On its originally eclipsed feathers, the dark golden luster reappears little by little, but this process is slow, and I don't know when it will wake up.
Ning Jiujiu put away his thoughts and walked back to the royal city.
Back in the yard, Ning Jiujiu heard the clanging sounds inside. He walked to the door and found that the originally neat room was in a mess. The chairs were overturned, the table curtains were pulled up, and the fruit bowl was filled with fruits. All over the place.
Inside the room, Shao Xiaoli's extremely anxious voice came out.
"Boss, where have you been..."
"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCome out, don't scare me. If you leave, I will go to a ghost prison."
"Boss, are you avoiding me? I just don't want to accept yesterday's proposal. As long as you come out, I will promise you anything..."
“…”
The girl burst into anxious tears.
Ning Jiujiu walked to the door of the room and saw her lying on the ground, taking out the box under the bed, wiping her tears and looking inside.
Ning Jiujiu knocked on the door gently.
Shao Xiaoli looked stern, turned back slowly, and saw the white clothes standing at the door. She was ecstatic, but her tired body seemed to have lost all its strength. After a while, she sat down on the ground, with her slender legs spread apart. With her skirt covering her upper body, she looked at Ning Jiujiu and said, "Boss, where have you been? I searched through boxes and cabinets and couldn't find you..."
"..." Ning Jiujiu saw her sleeping soundly, but he didn't expect her to wake up so soon. He said calmly: "My name is Ning Jiujiu. I have been watching for a long time. You can call me by my name from now on."
Shao Xiaoli's hand wiping away her tears paused. She rubbed her face, feeling flattered, and said, "Okay, boss!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Remember to clean up the house."
"Yes, boss!" The girl stood up eagerly.
Ning sighed for a long time, becoming more and more suspicious of the days when Zhao Xiang'er and Lu Jianwei were around.
He even wondered if the slowness in drawing his sword today was due to the three fools around him.
Ning walked towards his room for a long time.
Shao Xiaoli suddenly raised his hand and volunteered: "Boss, I want to sleep with you!"
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu was surprised and secretly sighed at the simple folk customs here.
Shao Xiaoli wrinkled his little face full of tears and said: "What if you disappear again..."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I like to sleep alone."
Shao Xiaoli patted her face, thinking that she was obviously pretty, so she could only sigh with emotion: "Boss is so noble and upright!"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "It's okay."
"I bother!"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture and Lord Xueyu said in unison.
If the two women had asked this question, they would have had completely opposite answers.
After Ning Jiujiu returned to the room, Shao Xiaoli began to tidy up the room. She put the scattered things back to their original places in an orderly manner. When the room was tidy, she smiled with satisfaction, then wrapped herself in a quilt and came Ning Changjiu slept on the ground in front of his door. He was already a light sleeper, so he could wake up whenever there was any movement from the boss.
…
In the early morning, when Shao Xiaoli woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed again.
"this… "
Shao Xiaoli pinched the quilt and thought of something. He immediately stood up with a shudder, grabbed a bunch of things, jumped out of bed, and quickly ran outside the house. He searched with keen eyes until he saw the young man sitting in the yard. Only then did my heartstrings relax.
She walked quietly behind Ning Changjiu, gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, and said shyly: "Boss, I remember that I slept on the floor yesterday. Did you put me..."
"You walked back by yourself in a sleepwalk." Ning closed his eyes for a long time and said something that was neither salty nor indifferent.
"Oh..." Shao Xiaoli responded weakly, and then his eyes lit up again and said: "Boss, you are the spirit of Shiyuan. You are not familiar with this place. As a royal native of Duanjie City, I will take you to the city. Let’s take a look around! There are many spirits like you here, but don’t worry, they are not as good-looking as you. And... big things are going to happen in the city these days, it’s very lively.”
"A big deal?" Ning Jiujiu vaguely felt that this was related to the assassination last night.
Shao Xiaoli smiled mysteriously. While putting on the dress and shoes and socks she had brought with her when she hurriedly ran out of the room, she said, "You'll know when I take you to see it!"
After Shao Xiaoli finished dressing, Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes.
He also wanted to know more about this city, so he did not refuse.
Finally, Shao Xiaoli took him outside a luxuriously decorated high-rise building in the royal city and said: "This is the art building. According to the ancient books, it seems to be, um... Jianglou Chu Pavilion? Anyway, it is more beautiful than the palace. There are many inside Beautiful sister."
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself that if it was a city, there must be a brothel. He said helplessly: "Is this the big deal you are talking about?"
Seeing that his expression was not very friendly, Shao Xiaoli immediately shook his head and went straight to the point: "No! There is a peerless beauty in this art building named Su Yanshu. There is a swordsman in the royal family who has recently threatened to not only fight for She redeemed herself, and she still wanted to marry her."
Ning Jiujiu didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, but he felt more and more that there was nothing new under the sun. This city must have existed in the world for a while in the past.
Shao Xiaoli took him to the art gallery.
This is what Ning Xiaoling wanted to do but never did.
Today, by chance, Ning Jiujiu had the honor to meet this woman who was so impressed by Shao Xiaoli. She was sitting weakly behind the bead curtain holding a thin red lacquered piano. Her picturesque face had suitable makeup and delicate decals. The shoulders are slightly narrowed, as if afraid of strangers, giving people a desire to pity and protect.
Ning Chang looked at her with dull eyes from beginning to end. It's like looking at an exquisite vase from an official kiln.
He didn't know where she came from, but he was sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in Broken Boundary City.
He might have seen the most beautiful woman in Duanjie City last night.
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(There are a few words in the text, I will update them after I clarify my ideas)