Ning Jiujiu had finished reading all the books. The oil lamp was still burning, and the huge fireworks illuminated him.
He closed the last one, and then integrated the contents of the Northern Ming Shenjian into it.
All the exercises are connected in series in the spiritual consciousness, forming a complete book.
That is the Shura Divine Record spoken by Ye Da, and it is also the Tianxin Sutra that was not seen in the previous life.
The Tianxin Sutra is a mental method that all disciples of Guanzhong must practice when they first start. Ning Changchun practiced this sutra before he was sixteen years old.
It's just that although he has been reincarnated now, the invisible veil on his memory is still there. Most of his memories are still icebergs hidden in the sea. Only by seeing them can he truly remember them.
Now the seal of memory seems to be thawing little by little, and the whole picture of Tianxin Sutra is once again parted from the clouds and revealed in front of me.
He was very familiar with this kind of technique, and now that he was trying it again, he believed that he wouldn't need too much time.
It's just... why is the most powerful Taoist method in Duanjie City exactly the same as the entry-level mental method taught by the past masters
Could it be that…
In the dark room, Ning Jiujiu raised his head slightly, his eyes collided with the fireworks, and the flames burned in the depths of his eyes, and the center of his pupils looked like clouds filled with dust.
He couldn't help but think of the story of Broken Boundary City.
The head of the country's leader was beheaded and his body turned into bones. Then the Kingdom of God fell and his status fell. All the priests and heavenly kings were exiled to this world. Along with them, there were the people of Duanjie City, and a battle The journey that lasted more than 700 years finally began...
Everyone wants to get out. Ordinary people are trying their best to open up new territories, while the fallen gods want to devour each other, regain their power, and ascend back.
So who is the initiator of all this
Seven hundred years ago in Broken Boundary City, a goddess descended, attracted the tribesmen to this empty city, and gave them the king's blood and eighty-one secret books...
Could this goddess be...
Ning Jiujiu's hands clenched into fists involuntarily.
In his previous life, he didn't realize how powerful he was.
Now that he thought about it, he realized that in only twenty-four years of his previous life, he had almost reached the level of a heavenly king and a priest, and that his senior brothers and sisters were even stronger than him.
But even so, he was still like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under the master's sword, without any ability to resist. The sword that pierced the chest seemed to be able to bridge the gap of time. Every time he thought of it, he was like that round of perfection. A trembling monster under the big moon.
Then how powerful must the master be
In other words, she is actually one of the twelve kings of the kingdom, and is actually a real kingdom of God
This terrible thought appeared in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.
He thought of every senior brother and sister, and of the "simple" townspeople in Dahe Town.
It cannot be seen that it is hidden on the mountainside of the mountain. The mountain and the mountain are covered with mist. Its height cannot be seen and its distance cannot be known. It is like a divine pillar standing in the sky and the earth, supporting the chaos above and below.
Master... who are you
There are also senior brothers and sisters, do they know? Or is it the only disciple in the whole world who is kept in the dark
He thought for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.
The oil lamp was extinguished and all the light was taken away.
He looked at the darkened room as if looking at the fate foreshadowed by the eve of the night.
He stood up and walked outside the house.
To his surprise, there was the sound of sword energy breaking through the wind outside the house.
He stood at the door and saw Shao Xiaoli, who had changed into a Jingchai cloth skirt, still practicing swordplay in the yard. Her beloved red skirt had been neatly folded and put away, and she would only put it on when going out. .
At this moment, she was dressed plainly and had an elegant face. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she swung it back and forth as she practiced her sword. And her movements of drawing the sword are becoming more and more valiant, and the drawing of the sword is as crisp and neat as the drawing of the sword. The smoothness is like the wind in the face, and the speed is like lightning. It gives people the feeling that when the sword pierces the enemy's heart and turns back, Not even a drop of blood would be left on the cold iron of the sword's edge.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly had the feeling of returning to Tianku Peak and watching Ning Xiaoling practicing swordsmanship on the Snow Cliff Sword Ping.
Finished the last sword practice.
Shao Xiaoli put the sword back into its sheath. Her body became hot. She pinched the collar with her fingers, shook her clothes, and then reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead. When she turned back, her eyes suddenly froze, and she finally saw the person standing under the eaves. The peace lasts forever.
"Boss." Shao Xiaoli, who was originally a little relaxed, immediately stood upright.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Shao Xiaoli said: "Isn't the boss asleep too?"
Ning looked at her for a long time and said seriously: "Your sword is already very good."
Shao Xiaoli shook his head gently: "I always feel that it's not even interesting."
Ning Jiujiu replied: "Your sword has not really drunk blood yet, and it lacks the determination to kill. However, this cannot be mastered overnight, so you don't have to worry too much."
Shao Xiaoli nodded lightly.
Ning Jiujiu walked to her side and said, "Go to bed quickly."
Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said, "I can't sleep."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are you worried about Si Ming?"
Shao Xiaoli hummed and said, "It's been a month, and I always feel like she's coming."
Ning Jiujiu comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Shao Xiaoli said worriedly: "Boss, what if we can't defeat you? I'm still a young girl, and I'm not married yet... Like this god-king or god-queen, they talk about it every day, it sounds weird of."
As she spoke, she bent her forearms and clasped her hands in front of her chest, twisting her palms against each other slightly. Her body swayed restlessly twice like a seedling blown by the breeze.
Ning Chang kept his expression unchanged and did not respond.
Shao Xiaoli couldn't wait for the answer, sighed, tied the scabbard on his waist tighter, walked silently behind him, and said softly: "Boss is really tired, pretending to be deaf and blind."
Ning Changjiu paused slightly, smiled faintly, and slapped Shao Xiaoli on the head.
Unlike four months ago, Shao Xiaoli reacted this time. She had no time to retreat, so she just leaned back a little, trying to let her cheek touch the palm. At the same time, she used her palm to lift, Zi Ning's long-lasting arm crossed diagonally upwards, trying to force the opponent to defend and buy himself some time.
Ning Jiujiu let out a light sigh, and his move was really slow.
During this short period of time, Shao Xiaoli gripped the ground with both feet, bent her waist backwards, and her long hair fell down. In her pupils, Ning Jiujiu's palm magnified infinitely, occupying all her sight. She suppressed the panic in her heart. A punch hit his palm, and with a bang, Shao Xiaoli's body was kicked back by the force of the palm. His steps were unsteady, his waist was stretched to the limit, and he fell towards the ground.
But even though he was at a disadvantage this time, he was able to escape Ning Jiujiu's palm. Ning Jiujiu's palm fell into the air, and he himself was stunned. Then he removed the strength from his hand and squatted half-way. He lowered his body, stretched out his hand towards the girl who fell on the ground, and said with a smile: "Get up."
Shao Xiaoli's eyes widened. She took a breath and her chest rose and fell violently. She finally realized that she had escaped Ning Changjiu's palm.
Four months ago, what did the boss say when he wanted to learn the sword from him...
She felt a little dizzy, so she quickly reached out her hand and held Ning Changjiu's hand.
Ning Jiujiu's hands were not as soft as hers, but they gave her an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
Shao Xiaoli stood up from the grass, patted the dust on his clothes, and calmed down his joyful thoughts.
Ning took a long look at the small white calluses on the edges of her palms worn out by long-term sword practice, and patted her head sympathetically. He looked at the smile hidden on her face and asked, "What are you so happy about?"
Shao Xiaoli raised his head and said, "Boss, have you forgotten the promise you made when you first started practicing swordplay?"
Of course Ning Jiujiu remembers that at that time, he said that when Shao Xiaoli received this palm, it would be considered a master.
Time passed so quickly. The girl who was so frightened by the feint of the palm that she could not stand still was now able to respond dexterously. Although the result was a bit embarrassing, she managed to escape.
"Well, congratulations to Xiao Li, he's out of the army." Ning Jiujiu said.
Shao Xiaoli was recognized by the boss, with a smile as bright as a flower, and was filled with indescribable joy.
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "What are you so happy about?"
Shao Xiaoli said: "In this way, we will no longer have the status of master and apprentice."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Is there anything wrong with the master-disciple status?"
Shao Xiaoli said firmly: "Of course it's not good. The book says that once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. There are ethical principles between masters and disciples. Many things are inconvenient to do, and some are not moral. Don't Only those with a bad face will think about their masters and apprentices. There are many such people in Duanjie City. They pretend to be masters and apprentices, but in fact they have no intention of learning skills. They just want to get close and then wait for an opportunity to strike. , this is wrong, Xiao Li is different from them, I practice diligently every day, just to get out of school as soon as possible in exchange for a free body, boss... If you had any scruples about this before, you don’t have to do it now. There is a psychological burden.”
Shao Xiaoli lowered his head and talked eloquently. As he talked, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his cheeks turned red.
It's just that she doesn't understand why the boss doesn't respond at all after she, a girl, has said so much.
Finally, she plucked up the courage to raise her head, only to find that Ning Chang had a cold face, stiff features, and an unfriendly expression...
"Boss, what's wrong?" Shao Xiaoli didn't know what he said wrong.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her calmly, forced a smile and said, "No, you are right."
After finally pushing Shao Xiaoli back to sleep, Ning Changjiu came outside the house alone. Thinking about what the girl had just said, he couldn't help but think of Lu Marion and laughed helplessly.
Isn’t he worse than a beast...
There was no moon in the night sky of Duanjie City. The graceful snowy figure in white clothes swayed in front of his eyes in a daze, and then there was a moon in his eyes.
I don’t know how you are doing...
He thought quietly, and all the contents of the Shura Divine Record flowed into his blood, like a galloping horse, starting a cycle around the sky.
I don't know if this horse can ride on the wind and go straight into the sky, carrying him to meet the moonlight.
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Lu Marry didn't know how many days she had been sitting outside the abyss.
This abyss was like a sunken plane, endlessly chasing her. No matter how many times she jumped, she would be sent back to the starting point by an irresistible force.
The thatched house outside the abyss is somewhat damaged after being exposed to wind and rain. Time is carved on the wooden figure at the door of the thatched house. One painting is done every day, and now there are more than 150 notches.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than five months.
The lotus flowers in Liantian Town have long since withered, and there is no more movement in the abyss. The silence is so despairing.
Her clothes are as white as snow, her black hair is like a waterfall, and her fairy spirit is out of the dust. However, her beautiful cheeks appear a little thin. Because of her innate sword body, her skin is not affected by the wind and rain, and is still as smooth as jade, just like an oracle. The cold snow of Jiantian Sect.
Day and night alternate shadows on the sword.
After Lu Jianwen first formed her sword body and entered the Purple Courtyard, her level of improvement surpassed that of any genius in the history of the Yujian Tianzong. However, she never smiled again, and occasionally she just faced the abyss and sang the music that had robbed her heart. Hum it into a tune.
Time flies, what is the purpose of life...
I don’t know if the people under the abyss can hear it and be awakened by me.
The elders and juniors of the Yujian Tianzong would occasionally send some clean clothes. Ning Xiaoling would accompany her master to look at the abyss after her training. However, her realm was too low to stay in the Southern Wilderness for too long. For a long time, every time she stayed with Lu Marry for half an hour, she would leave.
Ning Xiaoling still lived in Neifeng, practicing swordsmanship with other disciples every day. After returning to her room, she discussed some ins and outs and spells about ghosts with Han Xiaosu.
Sometimes she would go to the bookstore to read. The old man in the bookstore had died long ago. Now the person guarding the bookstore is Uncle Yazhu. When she was reading, Lerou would sometimes sit next to her with a book in her hands and talk to her. She chatted lightly, Ning Xiaoling would occasionally smile, but more often she would be in a daze absentmindedly.
Now the person with whom she has the best relationship in the peak is Lerou. Lerou hopes that she can help her get out of the shadows as soon as possible. However, although Ning Xiaoling seems calm, her occasional small actions will still reveal her thoughts. For example, when they were walking together, Ning Xiaoling would suddenly tug on her sleeve.
This is an action she and her senior brother often did in the past.
On such a day, there were some waves.
It was an afternoon in early autumn. Jingyang Xia came to the edge of the abyss with his sword and sent a letter to Lu Marion.
"What is this?" Lu Marry rarely spoke, and her voice was dry.
Jing Yangxia explained: "More than three hundred years ago, the Patriarch had a good relationship with an expert from the Zhongzhou Sect, and almost became brothers. Over the past few hundred years, the two sects were separated by mountains and seas, and there was very little exchange of letters. But this time Jiu Ying's appearance still shocked many people. After hearing what happened in the Yujian Tian Sect, the sect leader thought of the friendship between the ancestors and sent a lot of elixirs and weapons to the sect, and also promised three disciples. , you can let the disciples go to their place to practice, and then come back to glorify the sect after the Taoism is completed. "
Jing Yangxia sighed: "You also know that even if our sect has been repairing and repairing for a few months, its fortune is still withered and its spiritual power is thin. It is no longer a good land for cultivating Taoism. There are also many disciples in our sect, regardless of whether No matter where in the world they are, they are rare talents, so we shouldn’t delay them too much.”
Lu Marry listened quietly, and after leading Jing Yangxia to finish speaking, she spoke softly: "Is it the Ancient Spirit Sect?"
The Ancient Spirit Sect is a well-known sect in Zhongzhou. They have a unique set of secret methods that can cultivate the innate spirituality to the extreme. The place where the sect is located is said to be the place where Lord Hades fell. There is also a legend that the mountain gate Inside, there are also several powerful soul-devourers raised.
Jing Yangxia nodded.
Lu Marry said calmly: "Everything is decided by Master Jingfeng."
Jing Yangxia hesitated for a while, then said: "We discussed three places, one of which we originally didn't want to choose, but we discussed it for a long time and finally decided to ask you what you meant."
"Who is it?" Lu Marion asked.
Jing Yangxia said: "Ning Xiaoling."
Lu Marry lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing.
The autumn wind rustled and her white clothes fluttered. She pursed her dry lips. After a while, she raised her head and said, "Let me talk to her."
Jing Yangxia nodded and left.
Lu Yueyou turned around, faced the light, and closed her eyes slightly. Her back was outlined in the bright light. She was so beautiful, but a little more lonely.
She looked into the abyss and asked softly: "Your junior sister is leaving too, why aren't you back yet?"
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Zhao Wangcheng.
Zhao Xiang'er stood on the golden steps of the palace. She was wearing a black dragon robe painted with gold. She had a straight neck and a beautiful back. A jade belt tied her waist. She held it tightly, and her hanging black hair covered her straight hair. She was swaying slightly as she breathed. She wore a complicated golden phoenix ornament on her head, which was luxurious, beautiful and noble, but her beautiful cheeks were emotionless, as if the Son of God had come to the world.
The ceiling of the main hall is very high, the caisson is gorgeous, the brackets are strong, the bead curtains hang high, the barriers and fans are staggered behind the back, and palace lanterns are displayed on both sides, like floating boats in the water.
Hundreds of civil and military officials were kneeling in front of the hall, describing one by one the major and minor events happening in the Zhao Kingdom, including people's livelihood, disasters, and more importantly, the war with the Jin Kingdom on the border.
"Today's drought in the northwest has finally made it through midsummer, but the rain has not yet fallen. Most of the crops in the fields have withered. I'm afraid there will be no harvest this year..."
"But there are floods in the south. The sandy water in the southeast has burst its banks and flooded many villages. Officials there have asked the imperial city to provide assistance."
"This is this month's military expenditure and battle report..."
“…”
Zhao Xiang'er listened calmly and spoke from time to time. Her words were smooth and clear. She was completely different from a sixteen-year-old girl. Even if she occasionally had objections, she did not overwhelm others when she argued. Her words were gentle, as if she was a rare person in a century. Meet the Mingjun.
People in Zhao State often discussed Zhao Xiang'er's change.
What happened in Yujian Tianzong, after nearly half a year, can no longer be considered a secret.
They all knew that there had been a marriage dispute with His Highness in the Imperial City and they had fought side by side. The young man who was sitting in a high position during His Highness's wedding banquet was probably dead.
They also had a deep impression on the young man. Although His Highness was strictly warned not to discuss the matter in Linhe City, they still had their say in private. Many people said that they should have done a good job during the month when Linhe City had not seen the light of day. They really fell in love with each other, and even... even hugged each other.
And after the young man died, His Highness did not go to court for a whole month, and his heart was clear.
But they didn't expect that His Highness really valued him so seriously.
Time is like water, and now there is no sadness on Zhao Xiang'er's beautiful face, but the indifference or gentleness that followed, all have the charm of rejecting people thousands of miles away and refusing to eat smoke and dust.
And the much-anticipated three-year appointment seemed impossible to come true.
Many nights, Zhao Xiang'er would also think of the days in Imperial City and Linhe City. The time they spent together was not long, but they always gave her a feeling of feeling like old friends at first sight, as if their fate had been decided a long time ago.
In the late autumn of last year, the Zhao Kingdom was in chaos, the Qianyu Palace was trampled to pieces, and my mother died in the fire.
At that time, Zhao Xiang'er was far more angry than sad, because she knew that a person like her mother would never die. All of this might be a test she arranged for herself.
When Ning Chang died, she was equally unwilling to believe that no matter how dangerous the abyss of the Southern Wilderness was, there was always a glimmer of hope.
How could someone like him die
But as the days passed, the white clothes seemed to be tied to stones and sank into the sea, without any news.
This also made her angry, angry at Ning Changjiu for "breaking his word".
And she cannot be immersed in her emotions forever. All the people of Zhao are still waiting for her decision.
Both Jinguo and Rongguo were large countries with strong national power. Even though Zhao State was no longer what it used to be, it was still very troublesome to deal with wars.
"Legend has it that the king of the country of Jin received divine enlightenment again."
In the imperial palace, a minister came out and talked about a major event that happened in the country recently.
Zhao Xianger waited quietly for the next words.
The minister spread out the fold in his hand and said: "It is said that the sacred tree in the capital of the Gu Kingdom has bloomed. It is said that the sacred tree blooms every two hundred years. Every time the flowers and trees bloom, it heralds the coming of a wise king, which is a sign of prosperity for the country. Zhao, this matter has been aroused in the country of Jin. I can’t tell whether the news is true or not for the time being, but the people say that the country of Jin is about to have a hero... "
Zhao Xiang'er listened and asked calmly: "What kind of sacred tree?"
The courtier thought for a while and replied: "There are many legends, but the most widely spread among them is a cherry blossom iron tree, which is taller than the imperial palace. The tree seems to be dead on weekdays, and its branches are as hard as Iron, and when the flowers bloom, the trees are covered with cherry petals, and not even a branch can be seen.”
Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly and said, "Could it be Chang Ying?"
In the memory inherited by Jiuyu, if you want to truly build the only Zifu in the world, you need white spirit bones, magic snow lotus and Changying leaves. The first two have been obtained by yourself, but there are no trees like Changying in the book. She didn't know where to look for any records, and now, this iron tree that looked like Changying had blossomed in the world, but it happened to be in the country of Jin...
The minister listened to His Highness's question, shook his head honestly, and replied that he didn't know.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't ask any more questions, she had already made up her mind.
In the past few months, there was a fire burning in her heart. The fire was held in her heart and could not be removed. And she was also a little tired of the extremely long war. She often wondered if there was a way to end this. everything…
Zhao Xianger suddenly asked: "Is it okay to kill one person to benefit the world?"
Most of the ministers didn't know the reason. This issue has been debated in history, but now His Highness's question must have more profound meaning. They pondered and wanted to express their opinions, but they heard Zhao Xiang'er say quietly: "I think it is okay."
They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
They also didn't know that two months later in the late autumn, one morning, this young and beautiful young girl would be wearing a fancy dress, carrying an umbrella and a sword, and riding a bird alone.
The empress Zhao Xianger, dressed in black, stabbed King Jin with a single sword.
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(Thank you, leader, for being another helmsman who wants to play McCree and reward me!! Thank you for your support, boss! Mmm~)