Ning Xiaoling and Lu Marian met in the afternoon of the next day.
The girl was wearing a simple white skirt, with a long sword clasped at her waist. Her long black hair was draped down smoothly, with only a bun at the end. She still had a childlike look between her brows, but she was much quieter and taciturn. It was clear and cold, just like Lu Jiaoyou looked like when she was young.
When she came to see Lu Marian, she carried a wooden box on her arm, which contained snacks she made herself and hair accessories she made with thin metal sheets.
She came to the thatched cottage where Lu Marian lived, sat on the mat, spread out the still warm snacks, and handed them to Lu Marian. Lu Marian opened her eyes slightly, did not refuse, and said thank you softly, and then I ate it in small bites.
"Master, are you still getting used to living here?" Ning Xiaoling asked casually.
Lu Marion nodded and said: "Fortunately, Southern Wilderness is not as dangerous as the legend says. As long as we can resist the pollution here, it will be fine."
Ning Xiaoling responded, but still worried: "But senior sister told me that there are many extremely vicious people in the Southern Wilderness..."
Halfway through her words, she raised her head and saw the white bones of ferocious beasts piled up outside the window. She shut her mouth silently, thinking that she had almost forgotten that the master now is the real god of murder. With this state of mind, everything can be solved easily. How can we allow that ugly Hydra to cause trouble...
After Lu Marian had some snacks, she put the wooden box aside and asked softly: "Is your studies going well recently? Is everything going well in the sect?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Well, it went well, but Master Lu is really not the material to be the peak master. Since he became the peak master, the number of disciples skipping classes has been much greater than when the master was here, and he doesn't know it." I fell in love with a girl from Xuanri Peak, so I went to find some disciples for ten and a half months to have some kind of socializing, which annoyed Sister Xue so much that she almost asked Jiantianku Peak directly."
Lu Marian listened to her talking about trivial matters, smiled faintly, and said: "Xiao Ling, work harder, if you work harder, you will be the second youngest person in the history of Yujian Tianzong to have a long life."
Ning Xiaoling asked curiously: "Who is the first young person?"
Lu Marry patted her head and said helplessly: "Little girl, she's pretending to be stupid again."
"Oh! It turns out you are my best master." Ning Xiaoling pretended to be surprised.
Lu Marry sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand and tapped her forehead lightly.
Ning Xiaoling retreated slightly, begging for mercy softly, then pursed her lips and talked about something on her mind: "Master, I have talked a lot with Han Xiaosu recently... You said, if senior brother is really dead, then there is a way to bring him back to life. Well, during the Zhao Kingdom, the spirit of the old fox was suppressed for more than a hundred years and has not been extinguished. As the Blood Feather Lord is so weak, the spirit can also find another carrier. When I was in Linhe City, I even saw Mrs. Bai. A magical power that makes the whole city's souls linger... If the senior brother is really gone, is there a way to piece together the senior brother's soul and then reshape the physical body for the senior brother?"
Lu Marry is now focused on cultivation, and only wants to break through the Purple Court as soon as possible, advance to the Five Paths, and then step into the Abyss. Naturally, she doesn't know much about these things.
She just considered it and said: "Maybe it's a way."
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and sighed: "But even if it is feasible, it will only happen in who knows how many years."
Lu Marry said calmly: "Don't worry, he is my disciple, I will definitely bring him out."
Ning Xiaoling was quiet for a while, and then suddenly she leaned forward, lifted up Lu Marian's Xiuyi long hair with one hand, took a hair ornament she forged with her other hand, and pinned it on to her master. Lu Married gently reached out and touched it. Touching the hard metal on his hair, he said: "Xiao Ling is so clever now, but back then she couldn't hold a teapot steady."
Ning Xiaoling thought of how she accidentally betrayed her senior brother with her poor tea-pouring skills. She covered her face and said, "So what, couldn't Master just pretend not to see it? I was actually there at that time. Next to me, Master's figure is really enviable, well... Senior brother's calmness at that time must have been fake, alas, Master is such a beauty, Senior brother must be reluctant to come back."
Lu Marry said coldly: "If this were the sword hall, Xiaoling would have already been on the sword."
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and looked outside the door, looking at the heart-stopping abyss that was facing her like a sunken lake. Her eyes seemed to be frightened into it, and she fell with it. , she suddenly said: "Senior brother will be fine for sure. He will be back in a few days. With his character, he might even bring two young girls back with him. Hey, if this really happens, Master won't want to... ah .”
Lu Marian grabbed her ear and said calmly: "Even if he brings ten or a hundred, it has nothing to do with me. He must respect me as master."
Ning Xiaoling asked while begging for mercy: "If this is really the case, wouldn't Master be angry at all?"
Lu Marian said softly: "As long as I can come back... What's more, I'm not her fiancée, why is it my turn to be angry? Xiaoling, have I neglected to discipline you in the past few months?"
The two chatted for a while, and Lu Marry smiled for the first time in a long time. This made Ning Xiaoling feel more relaxed, and she felt that she was taking care of her senior brother's widow...
Then they got down to business.
"Did Lu Yuanbai tell you about the Gu Ling Sect?" Lu Jiaojian said seriously.
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently: "I know."
Lu Marian said: "Do you have any considerations?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Originally I was unwilling to go, but I heard that the original skills of the Ancient Spirit Sect were also from the soul lineage, and there was even the ruins of Lord Ming. I was wondering if this was destiny. What a sign, if senior brother really became a soul and stayed alone in the abyss, he should have been waiting for us to pick him up, right?"
Lu Marian nodded and said: "Master also hopes that you can go. You are still young and your talent is so extraordinary. If you waste it here, I am afraid that you will never be able to achieve greatness in your life. Your senior brother definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
Ning Xiaoling hummed slightly and said, "But I still don't want to go now."
"Um?"
"I always feel that senior brother will come back... It's that feeling. If I leave, senior brother can't see me when he comes back, how sad it would be."
"It doesn't matter. Whatever decision Xiaoling makes, Master will support you."
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, her childish face could no longer hide the sadness. She bit her pink lips with her teeth, hesitated for a long time, and said: "I will wait with Master for a while. In two years... If it is Senior Brother in two years, If he still doesn’t come back, then I will become a senior brother and not be young anymore. I will study hard and try to fish out the ungrateful senior brother in the future.”
Her words became softer and softer, and her already watery eyes became even more watery.
Lu Marry hugged her lovingly.
She gently stroked Ning Xiaoling's back and found that the little girl had become much thinner.
Ning Xiaoling leaned on Lu Wenwen's beautiful neck and hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go.
Lu Marry raised her eyes slightly, looking into the dead abyss. In her pair of autumn eyes, the light became increasingly dim.
If you are still alive, what are you doing? she thought.
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Ning Jiujiu sat on the wooden chair as always, his eyes slanting upward, as if he wanted to cross the layers of sky and look into a certain pair of eyes.
The skills of the Tianxin Sutra are circulating in the body all the time.
Only now did he realize the weirdness of this technique.
This is different from most of the techniques in the world. The law of three souls and seven souls seems to have failed. This technique divides the soul into many parts layer by layer, just like a lotus with hundreds of petals, each one A lotus flower is a tiny ray of soul.
Ning Jiujiu understands that these may be the fragments left in the depths of his soul during each reincarnation. Now, with the cycle of the Shura Divine Record, those soul fragments have gradually surfaced, becoming the foundation that consolidates the current one. The scaffolding of the soul.
He looked at the densely packed lotus petals and felt that they looked a bit like the golden lotus under the legendary Buddha's seat.
He could even see his face from past and present lives in the golden lotus.
However, if every petal is proof of reincarnation, then how many times must I have died...
He didn't know which great god he was in his previous life, but he admired his own strength.
While practicing the Heart Sutra this day, he felt that his body and bloodline were obviously much stronger, just like the sword body that Lu Jiayou had cultivated, and the most significant thing was the improvement of his mental power. In just a few days, The range that his consciousness can expand has greatly increased. Originally it could only extend to a few houses, but now it can cover half of the tribe. And now when he stares at the light of the oil lamp again, the light will follow his focused gaze. It condenses little by little, and finally becomes an insignificant point, until it is completely extinguished.
And what he used was not spiritual power, but pure spirit.
The stronger your mental power is, the better you can mobilize every inch of your body, even the roots of your hair.
Although this sutra method is powerful, these changes are not much of a surprise to Ning Changjiu. He does not think that Ye Da can defeat Si Ming, who has recovered from his injury, after practicing this method.
While he was thinking about things, Shao Xiaoli practiced his sword diligently in the yard.
After dodging that palm last night, Shao Xiaoli's confidence doubled. He drew and sheathed the sword a little faster. His cultivation and Tao realm had also increased significantly. Now the girl's ponytail looks a bit awkward. Ning Changjiu, who originally didn't have high expectations for Shao Xiaoli's journey to Taoism, is now a little curious about how far she can go.
These days, there is also a fortune teller in the tribe.
At the crossroads, a young man who looked like a young man set up a stall and pulled up a simple flag to show people their fortunes.
His stall was really shabby, with only a table as clean as his robe, not to mention some old items used by some alchemists who traveled around the world, and not even a single copper coin for deception.
But Ye Yi is the same as Si Ming. Even if he really wants to cheat, he doesn't need any extra words, just rely on that handsome face like a god.
The most important thing is that he doesn't believe in the theory that revealing secrets will shorten one's lifespan. He even gets nothing for fortune telling. This also makes many men and women in the tribe flock to him and queue up in front of his stall early in the morning. But Ye Da had his hands folded and his sleeves, always smiling, without any hint of impatience, which made many girls confused and unwilling to leave.
His fortune telling was surprisingly accurate.
In just a few days, the reputation of the Living God spread, and the entire village dragged their families to line up to ask for a divine hexagram.
When Ning Jiujiu saw him today, it was already dimly lit at dusk. When Ye Da was about to close the stall and leave, Ning Jiujiu sat down on the long bench opposite him.
Ye Da, still smiling, sat down again, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at him gently, and said: "You also want to take a look at your life again? But we have agreed in advance that you will die eleven years later. Even if I pinch my fingers until they bleed, there is nothing I can do to break it for you."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said calmly: "I'm just curious why you didn't practice hard after you got the Shura Divine Record, but you did this kind of time-wasting thing."
Ye Da looked at him calmly and said meaningfully: "What I have learned in my life is destiny. Even if I am reincarnated a hundred times, I must never forget my origin, otherwise I will not be able to become a pure Shura."
Ning Jiujiu frowned slightly and asked, "Does Shura have to keep his true intentions?"
Ye Da nodded and said: "Well, you can get lost temporarily, but you must find it, otherwise you will become a resentful ghost."
"Thank you for reminding me, sir." Ning Jiujiu responded, and then said in deep thought: "But I still feel that you are hiding something from me."
"oh?"
"Sir, are you looking for someone when you tell their fortunes?" Ning asked for a long time.
The smile on Ye Da's face grew wider: "Perhaps the biggest mistake Siming made was to underestimate you."
He hesitated for a while, and then said: "I just recently suddenly thought of the legend of a hero born in Duanjie City every hundred years. I have looked all over Duanjie City, but I have not found anyone with such luck. The first reason I came here is to Secondly, I want to see how the lives of those polluted by the Cursed Land have changed."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Did you find anything?"
Ye Di smiled and shook his head: "It's just something within the avenue."
Ning looked at him deeply for a long time.
Ye Ji asked casually: "You have also been practicing the Shura Divine Record for a month. How many times have you read it, but there is something you can't understand clearly. I am willing to put on a big coat occasionally and act as a teacher."
Ning Chang said without changing his expression: "I am a slow reader, and I have only practiced twenty volumes now."
Ye Di's expression changed slightly, and he was a little amazed at his cultivation speed: "You are the most genius I have ever seen."
It's a pity that there is still not enough time.
Ning Jiujiu asked, "What about you?"
Ye Ji said truthfully: "There are still ten scrolls left to complete the practice."
Ning stared at him quietly for a long time, his eyes deep.
Ye Dai seemed to be able to feel the other party's emotions and said with a smile: "You have missed the best opportunity to kill me. No matter what happens now, our common enemy is only that woman Si Ming."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then do you know what she is doing now?"
Ye Da replied: "I don't know, but I can guess."
Ning Jiujiu did not continue to ask. On the side, Shao Xiaoli, who had finished practicing his sword, came over and sat down next to Ning Jiujiu in a familiar manner. He wiped his forehead lightly and looked at Ye Zi and asked, "How many people have you deceived today? "
Ye Da smiled and said, "The little girl is so polite."
Shao Xiaoli didn't bother with him too much. He turned around and said, "Boss, stop messing around with this guy. I've burned your favorite meat today. Let's go home quickly."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and didn't want to spend the night.
Ye Da said regretfully: "Originally I wanted to play a game of chess with you, but now that we have an appointment, you must not be interested in playing chess with me anymore."
Shao Xiaoli snorted coldly, quite satisfied with the word "beautiful woman".
Ning Jiujiu stopped, turned his head, looked at him, and said, "If you want to play chess, sir, you can come to me at any time."
Ye Da smiled and agreed.
It was getting dark.
He watched the backs of Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoliyu gradually disappearing on the street, and then disappeared into the dark night.
He felt pity for the young man.
The order he changed was the sixty-third and sixty-fourth books. In less than two months, Ning Jiujiu would reach this point in his cultivation, and then his energy would be out of balance, causing his whole body to turn into a resentful ghost that could not be liberated.
And he will face Siming alone.
Yedi smiled faintly.
He felt that even after all these years, Si Ming's mind was still so stupid under his exquisite skin.
She had no idea of her true plan, but he had seen through everything about her.
What can she do to win over herself
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Broken Boundary City.
Si Ming bathed in the cold pool, and the silvery white water flowed over her silky and delicate skin.
The dark pool water reflected the candlelight, and her body was like a beautiful mountain submerged in the lake. Only the clear and clear water enveloped her. The curves of the mountain were slightly twisted in the swaying water light, which seemed to be the most wonderful thing in the world. of lakes and mountains.
Amidst the sound of splashing water, Siming waded in the water and slowly climbed up the underwater stairs with a graceful gait.
A drop of water flowed slowly and suddenly across the ridge, stopped at the waist, slid over the soft hillside, and finally fell down on the tight thighs and melted into the pool water again.
A dress as thin as cicada wings was draped over her body, then she put on a white skirt, and finally she was wrapped in a pure black robe.
The candlelight swaying in the water also returned to calmness, just like the woman's lips.
She stood in front of the huge sundial and scanned the scales little by little. The needle of the sundial did not fall anywhere, but formed a very small shadow at its base.
After bathing, Si Ming burned incense in front of the sundial.
Incense curls up, just like her shadow.
Although she bathes and burns incense every day, she is especially serious today.
And the light in her eyes lit up little by little, as if she was gradually strengthening her determination.
In the Star Spirit Hall, many totems rose up, and these totems all had corresponding meanings that only Si Ming could understand.
That night, the city that was supposed to be sleeping was boiling again.
All the candles in the royal palace were lit, and the night sky was burned red.
The silver-haired and black-robed Si Ming once again came to Duanjie City as a goddess. She stood at the highest point. Duanjie City came to life under her eyes. People in the royal city came one after another to worship. She watched quietly. Looking at them, it seems that just a smile can captivate everyone's attention.
"Today, I received an order from the gods to announce something of great significance in the city. This matter may affect the prosperity of Boundary City for a hundred years."
Her beautiful voice sounded slowly, with unspeakable persuasiveness, like a spring breeze passing by, followed by hundreds of flowers blooming.
They all knelt down devoutly, listening to the goddess' instructions from heaven.
Si Ming spoke unhurriedly and said in a soft voice: "Originally, people from the royal family can only summon gods from the abyss of time when they reach adulthood in seventeen years. But now that God is merciful, he does not want the people in my city to Suffering from this curse forever, he issued a new order and lifted the ban on the royal city. From now on, whether he is a child learning to speak or an old man, he is qualified to summon gods from the abyss of time. "
After a while, the whole city became noisy.
They knelt on the ground and thanked the goddess for her kindness.
When Shen Xiang, who was kneeling next to her, heard this, he couldn't help but think of the centuries-old ancient teachings of Duanjie City, and wanted to ask a question, but was frightened by Si Ming's power, and finally shut up in anger, but he still felt uneasy in his heart. .
Only Siming knew that he had lied to all of them.
The reason why the goddess set the rules at that time was that only those who were seventeen years old could summon spirits. There were two reasons. First, at the age of seventeen, the spiritual power of a descendant of the royal family was relatively mature and could control the gods. Second, because at that time, The operation and repair of the abyss also take time. If it operates too frequently, the spirit summoned may not be strong enough, or may even be deformed and weak, which is tantamount to fishing in the lake.
But Siming doesn't care about this.
The geese pluck their hair when they pass, and the beasts leave their skins when they leave.
She just wanted to pluck Guangyan's feathers and peel off a whole piece of bloody skin.
Starting tomorrow, she will activate Shi Yuan on ten people at once, even if there is not even a truly powerful spirit among these ten people.
In short, just squeeze out the last value of these royal families.
She suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
Ye Ji originally came out of the Jedi before him and found this royal city. He never thought that his poor eyesight did not recognize that Shi Yuan was the head of the Lord God, and there were many fragments of authority scattered in Shi Yuan. There are too many to count, but it is a pity that Shi Yuan cannot go back in time, so she can only use the descendants of these royal families to tap into this extremely rich mineral deposit bit by bit.
It's almost the final moment.
Si Ming's black robe was facing the wind. She raised her head, as if she had seen the huge country above the Broken Boundary City reopening its door for her.
Of course, everything today is just an illusion.
The real danger lies beyond the northern ice sheets.
It's just that Si Ming didn't notice it at this moment.
Under the high platform, among the dark crowd, there was one person who did not kneel down.
Likewise, no one else noticed him.
He was wearing a black cloak. From the front of the cloak, stretched out a long and pointed brim, like a crow's beak. At the edge of the cloak, black feathers were like weaving, hanging quietly to the ground. Behind him, there were long and slender hats. The tails are connected in series, like water traces flowing zigzag on the ground.
He raised his head and looked at the charming woman on the high platform, with unknown emotions in her eyes hidden in the black robe.
Although he does not stand as tall as Si Ming, he can see farther, to the entire world.
In his eyes, this world is like a real star map, but the brightest one is not the woman in front of him, but in the north.
These stars are either silent or moving, circulating in this eternal world, as if they are dancing the last dance before extinction.
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(Thank you to the book friend Wan Zhongshan l for the reward! Thank you to the book friend for the reward and support! Mmm)