There is no gap in the Broken Boundary City, but time is still passing by moment by moment.
In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.
The temperature in the city continues to drop, and the days are shorter and the nights are longer.
After the chaos that lasted for half a month, the city of Broken Boundary finally settled down. Si Ming, who was originally hidden behind the scenes, walked out of the Star Spirit Palace as a goddess descending into the world to stabilize order.
She has a charming face, elegant posture, and noble temperament. She is so beautiful that no one doubts her and regards her words as oracles.
Before the new king was elected and took office, the prime minister took over temporarily, while Si Ming once again hid behind the scenes after a brief appearance to maintain the overall situation.
She originally didn't want to pay attention to this trivial matter in the world, but after all, the city of Broken Boundary hid the foundation of her laws. She needed to maintain the stability of the city, and then let them bring more spirits to her from the abyss of time.
All the royal people in the city are just miners in her eyes, and will eventually become her wedding dress.
And she lived in seclusion in the Star Spirit Palace, bathing several times a day, trying to wash away the dust and blood stained by that night.
During the rest of the time outside of bathing, she always sat on the dial needle to practice, polishing her Taoism and authority, and calculating Ning Jiujiu's actions and Ye Chu's plans.
She guessed that Ning Jiujiu was also the reincarnation of a god and had the potential to become Shura, although Ning Jiujiu himself may not know this.
But if he was really allowed to practice Shura Divine Record, the consequences would be disastrous.
However, whether it is him or Ye Zhi, practicing this method requires a lot of time. Even if she is a Shura, she feels that it will take at least a year.
Now that all her injuries have been healed, Ning Changjiu's last sword has even added a lot of insights to her Taoist heart. She believes that if she faces that sword again, she will never let it get close.
What she was hesitating about now was whether to continue chasing them into the ice field, or to hurry up and complete her plan and start a time race with them to see who was better.
She is the god in charge of time, and she does not think she will lose.
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In the early morning of the first day, Su Yanshu returned to Xuexia.
The canyon was quiet, and the wind and snow were not as violent as usual. At the entrance of the cave, flags were flying lonely.
Su Yanshu stepped into the cave carrying eighty secret books.
The huge ancient battlefield is like a herd of horses roaring into the pupil.
The huge instrument that symbolizes destiny stands like a celestial pillar, like a sword that has been waiting for thousands of years. On its top, the star map changes and shines brightly.
Under the instrument of fate, Ye Da sits in the center of the two lines of Qian and Kun.
He was wearing a clean robe, and he still looked as handsome as a god, but his face seemed to have lost a lot of life, and was more like a statue whose light was gradually dimming. In his half-open eyes, one eye looked like It is the extinguished sun, and the other one is also like the sunset stained with the embers of the sun.
Su Yanshu's heart stopped slightly.
She walked slowly in front of him, half-knelt on the ground, staring at the sword mark on Ye Da's chest that almost split him in half, and said in a trembling voice: "What... what's going on?"
Ye Dai also looked at his wound, which was healing and opening at the same time. His authority and strength slowly passed through the gap.
He smiled and said, "I was a little injured."
"Who did it? Si Ming?"
"Um."
"Then what should I do? What should I do to save you?" Su Yanshu asked anxiously.
Ye Zifeng Qingyun smiled lightly and said: "This was originally a complete mountain. Later it was split into two halves and became a rift valley. It can never be bridged... I am like this snow mountain."
Su Yanshu listened to his words and knew that he was not joking with her.
But she couldn't accept such a thing.
She had performed songs and dances in the art house for so many years, indulging in pleasure during the day and looking out the window at night in a daze. At that time, she had been secretly counting the dates they had agreed upon, which was the greatest hope in her life.
But today, she finally endured everything and returned to this snowy gorge to see him. This was supposed to be a bittersweet experience... How could she accept the other person's death
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the new year and the new year are meant to be next to each other.
Su Yanshu knew that he had changed the fate of many people, so she didn't believe it and said, "You can change your own fate, right?"
Ye Zhi looked at the sparsely falling snow in the sky, and his golden robe looked like fire extinguished by the snow.
He looked at Su Yanshu and smiled: "If I love someone, I will love her all my life."
Su Yanshu didn't know why he said that, but she felt a twinge in her heart when she thought that there were several older people before her.
They are all very beautiful women.
She nodded and said, "I know."
Ye Chu said: "I have been waiting for you to come back today."
Su Yanshu put the large pile of secret books in front of his eyes and said: "I brought them back... There are eighty books in total here. The woman Si Ming has a dike, so one is missing, but Shao Xiaoli happened to have that one. She didn’t come back to town.”
Ye Di looked at the pile of books, smiled faintly, and said, "You did a good job. I have a gift for you."
"Gift?" Su Yanshu was slightly confused.
Ye Da spread his hands, and wisps of white air emerged from his palm. The white air entangled and tightened, like a ball of wool. Finally, all the white air condensed into one and turned into a pearl-sized ball. round ball.
"Take it." Yedi said.
Su Yanshu still didn't understand: "What on earth is this?"
Ye Da looked at her with a smile, as warm as the spring breeze.
Su Yanshu took the pearl and swallowed it.
Then, as if something exploded in the body, the original position of the sea of qi was torn apart and overturned. Then the pearl replaced it. Su Yanshu felt that his body disappeared with the sea of qi, leaving only A vague perception, that perception was suspended in the air, like the center point of everything. Then, with her perception as the point, everything unfolded again and transformed into her appearance.
She opened her eyes and looked at her arms and body.
The body is intact, the clothes are still the same as before, the moles and birthmarks are also in their original positions, everything seems to be as usual.
But she felt that she had undergone earth-shaking changes without even realizing it.
"This is the time I have collected over the years. Most of it has been given to you. I only left one year for myself." Ye Da said with a smile.
Su Yanshu was shocked: "Are you crazy? What are you going to do?"
As she spoke, she put her fingers into her mouth, trying to induce vomiting and spit out the pearl.
Ye Di held her hand, smiled and shook his head, saying: "This is my gift to you. From now on, you can guard this snowy gorge for me, but this snowy gorge will not bind you." You, you can go wherever you want, it’s just a pity that I can’t be by your side.”
Su Yanshu looked at him steadily, and then said after a while: "Are you going to die?"
Ye Da smiled and said: "I just told you about the truth of the Snow Gorge Rift Valley, but the Snow Gorge Rift Valley is not really uncloseable... Maybe many years later, everything will collapse again, and the snow mountains will become a big lake. A few years later, Maybe there will be another complete mountain arching out of the great lake."
Su Yanshu vaguely understood what he said: "Are you going to come back from the dead?"
Ye Chu said: "It is not enough to be established without breaking. The authority I have now is far inferior to Siming. She can come outside the Snow Gorge, but I dare not approach the royal city. One day, she will take over the entire Duanjie City." Authority, I have no chance at all.”
He looked at Su Yanshu's face with blurred makeup and continued: "Don't think that I am dead, think that I am gone. I may come back in the future, or I may not."
Su Yanshu shed tears, and the tears rolled down the snow and condensed into crystal beads of ice.
"I'll go with you," she said.
Ye Chu said: "I'm going to a place far, far away."
"where?"
"The end of this world is also the beginning of this world." Ye Di said.
"This world... has an end?" Su Yanshu was slightly surprised, and then said firmly: "I am willing to accompany you to the end of the world."
Ye Da looked at the innocent little girl in front of him and didn't explain much. He just said: "What we are chasing is eternity. If we cannot reach eternity in the end, then even a thousand years of staying together will be meaningless."
Su Yanshu stared blankly at his ever-smiling face, feeling that the man in front of him, whom he had always dreamed of, was so strange.
Su Yanshu said: "Then when will you come back to see me?"
Ye Chu said: "As short as three months, as late as one year."
The time he left for himself was only one year. If things couldn't be accomplished after one year, it would be dead.
Su Yanshu still wanted to speak, but Ye Zhi stood up with his broken body and said: "It's the last time, come read a book with me."
They read the eighty secret books together.
Su Yanshu couldn't understand it at first, but now his eyes were blurred with tears, and he couldn't even read the handwriting.
Ye Du finished reading the eighty secret books and kept them in mind.
"That's it." He said with a smile: "The person who can write such secrets of magic is truly a unique genius in the world..."
He hesitated to speak, and the afterglow in his eyes gradually faded away, carrying a memory that spanned thousands of years.
He stood up and glanced at the Tower of Destiny standing behind him.
Siming once joked many times that he did not have the courage to read his fate.
In this last moment, he wanted to see his fate.
He fiddled with the instrument and wrote down his birth date, and then everything began to rumble. The logic of fate was deduced layer by layer, constantly changing between complexity and simplicity, and finally painted on the top of the tower. made a star map.
Ye Yi looked at the star map, and the smile on his face could not express his emotions.
Su Yanshu couldn't understand the star map, so he looked at him.
He finally withdrew his gaze and murmured softly: "I should have seen it a long time ago."
Su Yanshu didn't ask any more questions, because she knew the time to leave was coming.
The astrolabe on the top of the tower suddenly faded, and the stars in it suddenly moved away, tearing the entire astrolabe apart.
Ye Zhi's body also began to tear apart and turned into thin quicksand.
Su Yanshu stood behind him, unable to bear it anymore, she finally opened her hands and hugged him hard.
Finally, she knelt in the snow holding an empty divine robe.
And the last bit of spiritual light on New Year's Eve shot up high and traveled towards the extreme north.
Su Yanshu watched helplessly as the last point of light disappeared.
She was not sure, even if she could wait until he came back in the future, would he still be the same person at that time
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In this month, Shao Xiaoli has really been treated like a goddess.
Every time a new dish is hunted in the tribe, it will be given to the God King, God Queen and God of Light first. The best water sources, carved ornaments, weapons and clothes in the tribe will also be given to them, even if they are just walking on the street. , the eyes of those tribesmen also showed admiration and awe.
And such noble treatment also brought a lot of troubles to Shao Xiaoli.
She could no longer go out without combing her hair and wearing loose clothes like before. Now she was proud of her status as the Queen of Gods. Every time she went out, she had to put on airs and turn around in front of the mirror many times to ensure that My clothes are decent, my makeup is quiet, and my whole person has a gentle and noble temperament before I am willing to go out. In short, I don't have the same fussy look as when I was in Wangcheng.
She and Ning Jiujiu were both handsome and pretty, and they looked like ordinary people at first glance, so no one in the tribe questioned their identities.
In the first days, the clan leader first met with Ning Chang. They chatted and went further north together.
"That's where we moved here." The clan leader pointed to the endless wilderness ahead and said.
"There? What is there?" Ning Changjiu looked in the direction of his finger.
The patriarch sighed: "There is nothing there. It is still the same canyon, grassland, desert and glacier. The only difference from this place is that there is still a vicious curse hidden there."
"Curse?" Ning Jiujiu wondered.
The clan leader suddenly called over an old man who was writing furiously. The old man had gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a body as skinny as wood. He said, "This is our historian, who is responsible for recording big and small things for the clan. You guessed it?" Guess how old he is this year.”
Ning looked at the old man for a long time. The old man's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and his cloudy pupils lost most of their light. He urged: "Speak quickly, I will continue to write after I finish... I don't have many years left. How many more days can I write?”
Ning Jiujiu guessed: "The old gentleman must be an octogenarian, right?"
The patriarch and the old man laughed together.
The patriarch said: "He is not yet thirty years old."
Ning Jiujiu quickly guessed some of the reasons, and still joked: "Does being a knife and pen official consume so much energy?"
The clan leader explained: "He was the only one in the clan who risked his life and traveled thousands of miles deep... When he returned, he was already gray-haired. The time there was different from the time here. , the deeper you go, the faster the flow of time will be, and the faster people will age. Our tribe was originally far away from here. At that time, few people in our tribe could survive. Thirty years later, as we moved closer and closer, we finally got rid of this curse."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "This curse is indeed very powerful."
He paused for a moment and then asked, "Did your ancestors leave any legacy behind?"
"Legitimate instructions?" The patriarch pondered for a while and said: "The ancestor said that the road to the light is in the far north... He also left behind some old objects that are more than 700 years old."
After saying this, the patriarch regretted a little. He was still not sure whether the young man in front of him who was predicted to be the God King was an enemy or a friend.
Ning Jiujiu was not very interested in this. He asked: "Who are your ancestors?"
The patriarch replied: "The ancestors are from the Kingdom of Heaven, which is where you come from."
"Do you call it heaven?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The patriarch said of course: "It is said that there is the most prosperous city there... Our ancestors set out from there. He led a troop and trekked all the way. I don't know how long we walked. In the end, we did not go back, but went further. We have set up camp here, and for hundreds of years, we have never stopped exploring here, but in the end we have not been able to see the predicted way out."
While they were talking, several injured men were carried to an old house, which was a medical center. However, because the conditions here were too simple, it was difficult to heal people most of the time.
"Why were they injured?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The patriarch said: "What else could it be? When you came all the way, you should have seen the power of the creatures on the ice sheet. To hunt down a lone snow elephant, they usually need fifty or sixty people to form a formation. Even so, they often There will be casualties.”
Ning remained silent for a moment and said, "Lend me a sword."
The patriarch didn't know the meaning of this fairy boy's words, but he still lent him his most cherished sword.
He went to the snowfield during the day and returned when night fell.
There were many corpses piled up at the entrance of the tribe. There were no smaller creatures such as snow rabbits among them. They were all ferocious lions and tigers full of fangs and saber teeth. There was even a large adult snow elephant among them.
The clan leader was extremely shocked. He had never seen such a powerful person before. As a result, the entire army worshiped him even more, and even regarded him as a savior.
Shao Xiaoli and Xue Yujun, on the other hand, were enjoying his glory and eating and drinking peacefully.
In this month, he has also gone to deeper places. Because he brought this dead branch with him, the law of time cannot affect him. He even went deeper than the ancestors of this tribe.
But he didn't continue walking because there was no end in sight for this world.
Seven days after he came here, both Jianjing and the Golden Crow woke up. The Golden Crow seemed to like this place very much. Every night, Ning Changjiu would release it and let it eat away at the night. Sometimes the entire night sky would be swallowed up by it. It turned into a color like molten gold, and the people in the clan thought it was a miracle.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture felt very embarrassed about his coma, and it kept silent about the fact that he failed to kill Si Ming with one sword, and even if it did, it would blame it on Ning Jiujiu's 'weak' body.
Tianning has not had much communication with Shao Xiaoli these days.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Shao Xiaoli rarely left the house, so she concentrated on practicing in the earthen house. Because Dundun had flesh, her face was rounder, and she was closer to the goddesses on the murals. point.
They each did their own thing, and the days passed in peace and anxiety.
Finally, a month later, Ning Changjiu met someone he had never expected.
He saw Ye Su.
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It was dusk when New Year's Eve came.
He came from the wilderness in the north.
Even though Ye Yi was now a young man, Ning Jiujiu still recognized him at a glance.
Ning Jiujiu never regarded him as his friend.
"Finally I see you." The boy smiled kindly.
He was wearing simple clothes woven from grass, with a braid tied with straw rope. He looked like a savage who came out of the primeval forest, and his face was still as handsome as a noble son.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where are you from?"
Ye Di pointed to the north: "In that cursed land... Even I can't escape the influence of all the curses. I was still a baby when I came out a month ago, but it has been sixteen years since I got here. .”
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "Why did you come from there?"
Ye Da smiled and said: "It's not important. I came to see you just to make a deal with you."
"Deal?" Ning Jiujiu narrowed his eyes warily.
Ye Da smiled and said: "In exchange, I am willing to tell you the way to get out of this world."
Ning looked at him quietly for a long time and motioned for him to speak first.
Ye Da said: "The way to get out of this world is very simple. Become a god, carry a complete sundial, and go to the end. Then you can open the seal of the Jedi and ascend back to the Kingdom of God above."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Only God can leave?"
Ye Di nodded and said: "Yes."
"But there can only be one god."
"This is also the reason why Si Ming and I are fighting to the death."
"If that's the case, everyone who wants to get out should be your enemy." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ye Da said: "Yes, but other ordinary people, even if you give them ten thousand years, they will not be able to get out. You are different from them, and we are not Siming's opponents now, so we should cooperate to kill her first, and then Let’s fight for the final authority.”
Ning looked at him for a long time and said seriously: "In your current state, I can kill you easily."
Ye Di smiled and nodded: "I hope you can protect me."
"Why?"
Ye Di said: "You should have seen Shao Xiaoli's Beiming Divine Sword. Didn't you find anything wrong with that technique?"
This is something that Ning Jiujiu discussed with Jianjing on the first day.
Ning Jiujiu said: "That sword technique is not complete."
Ye Da smiled and said: "That skill is called Shura Shenlu. There are eighty-one moves in total. I own eighty of them, except for the Beiming Divine Sword. I am willing to use these eighty moves to exchange for the last one with you." A formula."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you after the exchange?"
Ye Da said: "Our common enemy is Si Ming. No matter which one of us dies, it will be of no benefit to the other."
Ning Jiujiu looked at him deeply and said, "Are you so generous because you are sure that I won't be able to practice?"
Ye Da said: "It must have been a month since you came here. You must have not found a way to defeat Si Ming. Now I have brought hope. No matter whether you can succeed or not, you should have no reason to reject me."
Ning Jiujiu didn't pretend anything and agreed directly.
Ye Da looked at him calmly and continued: "This technique symbolizes the destiny of the entire Duanjie City. If you and I succeed in practicing it, our destiny will be connected, so if you still want to kill me, you'd better give up. After Si Ming dies, we will have enough time to play the game."
Finally, before nightfall, the deal was sealed.
"These are all the techniques, and this is the order of cultivation." Ye Di handed over the secret books with a sincere smile.
He didn't know if Ning Changjiu was the reincarnation of a god. It would be best if he was not a Shura. He could go straight into the devil and save himself one less enemy.
And even if he was really the reincarnation of a god, he would never be able to practice this method faster than himself.
Because this is a true divine art, it will take at least twelve years for a monk no matter how amazingly talented he is. But he is different. He has accompanied the Lord God to read the fragments of this method very early on.
What's more, in the book he gave to Ning Changjiu, there were errors in the order that were so subtle that they were difficult to detect but could be fatal.
That night, Ning Changjiu read through the eighty volumes.
His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Because he found that these connected contents became more and more familiar the more he looked at them...
In his memory, the unsightly dust had faded a lot, and he suddenly remembered one of the introductory mental techniques that every Guanmen disciple must practice.
That mental method is almost exactly the same as this complete divine technique!
In his last life, from the age of four to sixteen, he practiced this technique for twelve years.
Moreover, he discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the order of the books given to him by Ye Ji...
He thought for a while and switched the positions of the two books.