"I'll lose you!" Zhao Xiang'er looked at the sparrow and was silent for a while. Her sleepy eyes suddenly cleared. She glared at Ning Changjiu and said, "I woke up, but you seem to be dreaming!"
Ning Jiujiu glanced at the sparrows on the tree, looked at Zhao Xiang'er with some contempt, and said, "Can you, a local emperor, be a little poetic?"
His voice seemed a bit loud, and before he finished speaking, the sparrows on the tree had already fluttered their wings and fled away.
"Your poetry has escaped." Zhao Xiang'er sneered, "Why don't you chase after it?"
"What's the point of chasing a little sparrow when the little Suzaku is around?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Huh? Do you admit that it is a sparrow?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to explain it, so he said directly: "You just don't want to admit defeat?"
Zhao Xiang'er has always been the one who makes trouble unreasonably, but now that the other party has taken the lead, she is a little angry: "The fish that cost me a piece of silver before was just fed to a lazy dog."
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "If you invite me to dinner, won't I also let you sleep?"
"?" Zhao Xiang'er was slightly startled, thinking about how she slept on his lap before, and her eyebrows narrowed slightly: "It seems that I was still soft-hearted in Linhe City at that time, but now that I can withstand the beating, I dare to speak like this? "
As she spoke, Zhao Xiang'er gently stretched out her hand. She didn't use any spiritual power. The sparrow that had previously been perched on the tree really flew back and stopped obediently between her fingers.
She possesses the blood of the divine bird and has natural control over the little birds in the world.
Zhao Xiang'er stretched out a finger, lightly tapped its forehead, and said, "Little sparrow, there is a blind man who calls you a leaf."
The sparrow chirped a few times.
Ning Jiujiu was not convinced, so he also walked over, touched its tail feathers, and said: "From now on, you can call it Ye Zi."
The sparrow chirped, turned around and pecked his finger. Ning Jiujiu retracted his hand, looked at the majestic sparrow, and tentatively compromised: "How about we treat it as a tie?"
He didn't want to be slapped by Zhao Xiang'er.
Zhao Xiang'er said calmly: "If you beg me, then I will reluctantly agree to it."
Ning Jiujiu said: "You will beg me later."
"Really?" Zhao Xianger's lips curled up.
Ning Jiujiu also looked at her.
All the scattered leaves on the street withered cleanly at this moment, and the whole street was dyed yellow. The sparrows fluttered their wings and flew away. There seemed to be only two beams of afternoon sunlight, which happened to fall on the boy and the girl. They stood opposite each other. , between words and laughter, all the fallen sycamore leaves on the ground were cut into pieces.
Ning looked at her for a long time and suddenly laughed: "You were also wearing a white dress back then."
"Um?"
"When we first met, outside the young general's mansion, I thought I was a quiet but capable official lady."
"What's wrong with the white skirt? You've also worn it. Did Lu Marianjian talk about it later? What's your opinion?"
"Can you please stop mentioning this..."
"What? Are you embarrassed?"
Zhao Xiang'er's smile was particularly bright in the light.
Ning looked at her for a long time and said with a smile: "Do you still remember that you were beaten half-covered with blood by Mrs. Bai, and it was me who carried you back to the old house to heal your wounds in the end?"
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes flashed and she said, "Huh? Do you want to play the emotional card?"
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said, "I wonder if Your Highness Xiang'er still remembers that when you woke up, you were lying on your stomach."
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes sharpened: "What did you do?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Of course I taught His Highness a lesson, but it's a pity that you were unconscious at the time and couldn't cry."
Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell, and a glow of anger or shame flashed across her cheeks. She took off her umbrella and said, "I won't beat you until you are so hard that even Lu Marry will not recognize you today." Don’t even think about going back!”
choke! The ancient red light suddenly unfolded, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Xiang'er had drawn out the sword in the umbrella. She used the half-open red umbrella as a cover, and the thin sword flashed like lightning, directly piercing Ning Changjiu's heart.
Ning Jiujiu had deliberately provoked her, so he had already reacted. When Zhao Xiang'er's murderous aura started to rise, he also grasped the hilt of the sword. When the white light behind the red umbrella flashed in front of him like thunder, the sword's light flashed from Ning's side. The long scabbard lit up, and the iron sword hidden in the sandalwood and white anaconda scabbard seemed to be ejected, accurately intercepting Zhao Xiang'er's umbrella sword that was stabbing like a snake.
The tip of the sword collided with the edge of the sword, and the snow-white sword energy collided, exploding into a splendid burning sword fire. Their eyebrows turned red in the light of the fire. The moment the two swords collided, the whole street seemed to be swept by a strong wind. , all the fallen leaves were ground into powder and blown clean.
"Your Highness, are you angry?" Ning Jiujiu put his sword against the opponent's umbrella sword and held the scabbard in his other hand. He turned the scabbard in his hand like a stick and swung it at Zhao Xianger's head.
Zhao Xiang'er held the umbrella and turned it around, and the red umbrella was in full bloom. No matter how fancy and sharp the scabbard was, it would play immediately after hitting the umbrella surface. The shadow of the scabbard was like rain. No matter how heavy the rainstorm was, it could not hit it. Wear an umbrella
"Angry? Haha, I would like to thank Mr. Ning for telling the truth, so that you can list one more crime." Zhao Xiang'er's beautiful eyebrows calmed down, and the umbrella sword came out of the sword fire, shaking out thousands of dollars. The shadows, each like a long whip, covered Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu's eyes suddenly brightened, his sword eyes opened, and he looked at the sword that had been knocked down like a rainstorm. He relied on the force of the collision between the wooden scabbard and the umbrella surface, and retreated slightly, raised the sword, and stood in the shadow of the sword. He accurately hit the slender umbrella sword, and then he used Dahe Rudu. The sword turned into a savage beast and chased Zhao Xiang'er's sword fiercely.
Bang!
At the end of the flood sword energy, a red umbrella appeared like a ghost. The sword energy hit the umbrella surface, and not a single bit could penetrate. Zhao Xiang'er turned the umbrella handle, like throwing away rainwater, and wiped away all the sword energy adhering to the umbrella surface. Rolled back.
Ning Chang's expression remained unchanged, the sword energy in his eyes became even stronger, and there was even a hint of golden light.
The sword energy that rolled back touched Ning Changjiu's gaze and spontaneously ignited like paper. When the sword energy fell in front of him, it had burned out and turned into pieces of ashes. At the same time, Ning Changjiu's sword turned into a white rainbow. This white rainbow was a fusion of the sword sect's White Rainbow Penetrating Japan style, and also mixed with the swordsmanship in Duanjie City. It was varied and stabbed at a speed that was too fast to be seen clearly. Zhao Xiang'er.
Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyebrows slightly, she remembered the movement of this sword.
This is similar to the knife the unknown man used to split the soul-devourer in the Imperial City.
This sword looks straight from the side, but when viewed from above, it lacks a slender and beautiful arc like a crescent moon. The straight and curved sword has illuminated Zhao Xiang'er's eyebrows in the blink of an eye. An ordinary person would not be able to distinguish the movement of this sword and would be in a hurry. However, Zhao Xiang'er's eyebrows become quieter and quieter in the sword energy. She had spent eight years looking at the Western Kingdom, and she could clearly capture the trajectory of his sword without any means similar to that of a sword.
The rapier reached out like a poisonous snake, cut into the sword light, and picked Ning Changjiu's sword. A burst of sword fire exploded on the red umbrella, and the silent street was filled with the roar of metal vibration.
"There are quite a few tricks!" After Zhao Xiang'er missed his figure, she turned around quickly and stabbed his back with the tip of her sword.
"I also have a lot of other tricks. Your Highness will know about it later." Ning Jiujiu shot back. His eyes narrowed, and he held the sword in his backhand and flicked it to the side, blocking the stabbing sword.
Zhao Xianger's face showed an angry look: "Seeking death!"
She withdrew the sword with one hand and pressed it with a red umbrella with the other. The red umbrella rotated at high speed in her palms, like a curtain, which suddenly occupied Ning Changjiu's sight.
Ning Chang's gaze was briefly frightened. Beside the red umbrella, Zhao Xiang'er's sword picked out a sword flame and forced it in front of him.
"earn!"
Ning Jiujiu reacted in time and took half a step back. The scabbard in his hand jumped up to block the sword. At the same time, he stopped squinting and directly formed two virtual swords with his eyes. One on the left and one on the right, they used their horns to attack Zhao Xiang'er like flying knives.
Zhao Xiang'er ignored them. When the two virtual swords approached in front of him, they seemed to have fallen into layers of illusions without making any sound.
This is the "world" she created with her own hands.
The umbrella that Zhao Xiang'er hit was like an indestructible shield. Ning Jiujiu used various methods while drawing out his sword, catching her ever-changing sword shadow while dodging the impact of the red umbrella like a shield. His figure was forced He stepped back step by step, and in the blink of an eye he had retreated past dozens of sycamore trees.
Zhao Xiang'er's sword was getting faster and faster. At a certain moment, the red umbrella in her hand suddenly retracted, and the umbrella that was originally a shield immediately turned into a sword. She held the umbrella handle behind her back, and the red umbrella shook her forearm like a dark streak. The red rainbow light hit Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu originally wanted to use his sword energy to block him, but as soon as the barrier of sword energy was raised, he was smashed to pieces by the red umbrella. The fire roaring like a fire dragon was like a giant arrow shot from a siege crossbow, locking Ning Jiujiu tightly. figure.
Next to the sycamore tree, the young man in white suddenly fell silent.
The umbrella hit his figure, but his figure was actually pure black, and the umbrella passed through the shadow as if it were nothing. He used the water in the mirror to swap places with his reflection on the ground.
However, Zhao Xiang'er had expected it. At the moment when his figure was turned upside down, the thin sword was thrown out like an arrow, and connected with the umbrella to form a straight line. In that line, no matter how Ning Jiujiu changed his figure, , will stab with the sword accurately.
The girl had a chance to win, but in the blink of an eye, something happened again. The umbrella on the ground suddenly lifted off the ground and hit her back along the previous trajectory. Her body also moved backward uncontrollably.
Zhao Xianger guessed something and had a strange expression on her face.
Her time has been turned back!
After the red umbrella passed by, Ning Jiujiu's body and shadow were replaced again. At his side, he held a gun in one hand and a scabbard in the other. Like a ghost holding two steel blades, his figure flashed and crashed into Zhao Xianger's arms.
When the sword was pressed in front of her, Zhao Xiang'er broke away from the torrent of time. She had no time to react accurately, and was pinned down by Ning Jiujiu's series of airtight sword moves. Those sword moves were full of tricks, like anger. The torrent of waves surged endlessly, covering Zhao Xiang'er one after another.
"Is this the power of time?" Zhao Xiang'er used her red umbrella and thin sword to block the left and right, and suddenly understood: "Did that woman Si Ming give you the power?"
He had deliberately concealed this matter before, but now it was revealed at once, which made the girl look angry.
At the same time, all the sword shadows that Ning Jiujiu had transformed into condensed into one at this moment. It was a huge sword shadow that almost ran across the entire long street. It was like a giant white dragon, spouting rainbow light vigorously, Sending the final impact towards the girl.
"Don't think too much, Si Ming is just a green-faced and fanged monster." Ning Jiujiu continued to explain while launching fierce attacks.
Zhao Xianger sneered: "I'm not a stupid woman like Lu Marian!"
The raging fire suddenly rose from Zhao Xiang'er's side. The moving flames seemed to be made of countless feathers, and the shadow of the divine bird lit up in each feather. When the giant dragon pressed down, the phoenix fire rose from the ground and burned toward the sky. Amidst the white rainbow and flames, the two swords collided again, making a harsh sound that could shatter steel.
White light and flames came out like fragments of waste, and the hundreds of years-old bluestone bricks on the ground were shattered at a touch. The long street was like a huge chimney, and the flames spewed out from both ends of the chimney, blowing the people on both sides along the road. The sycamore tree was completely chopped down, and the walls on both sides began to collapse and melt.
Fortunately, this was an abandoned house with no one around, otherwise it would have been an uncontrollable tragedy.
The blades of the swords rubbed against each other, sparks shot out, and the bursts of sword energy lifted up their clothes and hair. The swords shook apart several times and then collided together. They were like two pieces of iron smashed together. Nail, they are getting closer and closer, and their figures holding swords are getting closer and closer. On one side is the snow-white sword energy rushing like a waterfall, on the other side is the burning phoenix feather in full swing. The girl who was sleeping on Ning Changchun's thigh before is nowhere to be seen at this moment. She looks half as cute as a kitten. She is like the son of a god who has descended into the world. Her skirt is burning with the red lotus fire that burns all things.
The screeching sound of the iron sword was so sharp that it made your teeth ache.
In the grand flames, their close faces were illuminated extremely brightly, and Ning Jiujiu could even clearly see her fine velvet eyelashes and blood-threaded lines on her thin lips.
Their auras were rising in waves, and there was a faint tendency of lightning and thunder in the turbulent sky.
"Click!!"
Before the thunder fell, the sound of the sword breaking began.
As Zhao Xiang'er had previously judged, Ning Changjiu's sword was not good enough. When he clashed with Zhao Xiang'er at this moment, the vibration frequency of the sword was unimaginably high. Even if he was filled with spiritual power, he was still overwhelmed. At this moment, He was shaken in half in an instant. When his sword was broken, the sword pushed by Zhao Xiang'er would carry unstoppable inertia and power and cut off his head directly at extremely high speed.
The moment the sword broke, a look of panic flashed across Zhao Xianger's eyes. But the sword cannot be taken back.
Ning Jiujiu's authority was still adjusting his breath. He gritted his teeth and let out a loud shout. All the power of Shura was like a volcano erupting, and the bursting golden light was like slender golden dragons, climbing up around him, turning into He made a huge pure golden Dharma image. This Dharma image is like the legendary Buddha standing in the sky, but he is far from as compassionate as the Buddha. His face is half as ferocious as a ghost, and half as handsome as a god. His thick arms Above, the shadows of golden dragons are like scorching suns engraved with inscriptions. These scorching suns were born in ancient times and are brilliant.
He should have arrived in an invincible posture, but unfortunately his armor had visible damage and cracks, and the big sword that was supposed to be in his empty hand was missing. This made it impossible for him to burst out with power. Also heavily discounted.
The giant blade burning with flames hit the golden Shura giant.
Amidst the crashing sound like the earth was shattering, ripple-like aftermath was thrown out, and the explosions were repeated like firecrackers, setting off countless air waves. The seemingly impregnable golden-armored giant was actually slashed by the sword. This crack It extended rapidly and instantly broke the golden-armored giant at the waist. The giant was like a collapsed mountain, burning and falling down, smashed into pieces inch by inch.
Even if the broken Shura body was activated to the extreme, it still could not block this sword burning with three thousand phoenix fires.
The fire was like a soaring phoenix, crashing into Ning Jiujiu's arms and disappearing in a flash. Ning Jiujiu's figure was slashed and flew out. He propped himself on the ground with a broken sword and plowed a very deep path on the broken bluestone road.
After a long time, the rising smoke finally subsided. Ning Jiujiu stood up holding the broken sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Zhao Xiang'er stood there with the same pale face, and the hand holding the sword dropped weakly. Her snow-like white clothes , a drop of blood splashed in, and the flowers bloomed, like winter plums blooming in the white snow.
"Is this all you can do?" After all, it was Zhao Xianger who was more seriously injured. She held her sword and walked towards Ning Changjiang. The girl seemed calm, but actually she was frightened. Previously, Ning Jiujiu suddenly reversed time. If those waves of power were stronger, they might even directly defeat her defense.
Ning Jiujiu stood up and the moment the phoenix fire was added to his body, he seemed to have fallen into a brand new world. In front of him were all the white-bone evil spirits burning with flesh and blood. The mental trance at that moment was not fatal, but made him A glimmer of enlightenment emerged, which was not even inferior to that of Sin Lord.
Ning looked at the girl in the white dress for a long time and said quibly: "My sword is not as good as yours."
Zhao Xiang'er said without comment, "But your sword is broken. Could it be that you want to take out another sword from under your skirt like those dancing assassins?"
Ning looked at the broken sword for a long time and said sadly: "This is the best sword I bought in Zhao State. Your Highness, you broke it and you can't compensate me?"
Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, then smiled, pointed at the ruined street, and said: "This is the private house and street of my Zhao country. Now that you have ruined it like this, how many taels should you compensate me?" Where’s the silver?”
The two boys and girls, who had been fighting each other for a long time, now started to engage in family matters so casually.
Ning Jiujiu looked at himself who was alone, and said with a wry smile: "Can I use myself to pay off the debt?"
Zhao Xiang'er sneered and said, "Do you want to sell it to the pork shop or to the building?"
Ning pondered for a moment and asked tentatively: "Your Highness, you have lived in the palace for a long time. Aren't you lonely?"
"It's really lonely. I wouldn't mind if you put on a dress and makeup and dance for me every day."
"Your Highness has misunderstood. I'm just asking if you need a husband who is dedicated to his duties and can teach you how to write the words "virtuous, virtuous, and virtuous".
Zhao Xianger narrowed her eyes and said, "Is the injury healed? Have you forgotten the pain?"
Ning Jiujiu coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "His Highness is indeed not gentle."
"Don't hold on if you can't hold it any longer," Zhao Xianger said.
Ning Jiujiu glanced at her hand hidden in her sleeve, unable to hold the sword, and said, "Same for you."
The two stared at each other for a while.
"What to eat tonight?"
"I want to eat..."
"Think clearly and tell me."
“…”
Ning Jiujiu came for an appointment, and he actually didn't have any money with him. He could be tough on Zhao Xiang'er with a sword, but he had to bow his head here.
Zhao Xiang'er walked past him, walking casually.
Ning Changjiu's expression was also ordinary. He held the hilt of the sword gently and counted Zhao Xiang'er's steps. He wanted to find an entry point, activate the power of time, and defeat her unexpectedly, but Zhao Xiang'er was also prepared. All she saw was The random movements she made were actually equipped with a watertight defense. No matter how many breaths back Ning Jiujiu retreated, he would not be able to launch an overwhelming attack on her. Instead, she might be chased and beaten by her taking advantage of her own authority.
"Let's eat at the most expensive restaurant here." Ning Jiujiu smiled indifferently and stood up as if nothing had happened.
"The most expensive one?" Zhao Xiang'er sneered, "Then I'll have to mortgage you to pay for it."
Zhao Xiang'er thought for a moment and then said: "Forget it, it's not easy to miss you, so I'll take you to the largest restaurant in the entire Zhao Kingdom."
Ning Jiujiu relaxed his muscles and said, "Your Highness."
Along the way, the two of them seemed to be walking around normally, but their sword energy popped up from time to time, turning into poisonous snakes that suddenly launched and attacked the people around them.
"I felt emotional when I saw this tall building. I didn't hold back the sword. I didn't hurt Mr. Ning..."
"I saw this autumn chrysanthemum hugging the fragrance in the cold wind. I couldn't control my sword energy. I didn't hurt Miss Zhao..."
"I saw that the four characters Jiuxiao Tingdao on this stele pavilion imply the true meaning of sword energy, and I couldn't hold it back for a while."
"I saw that the four characters on this plaque, which were written in white for thousands of years, contained Taoist principles, and I lost my mind for a moment."
"I see this..."
“…”
"Ten years of solitary lantern painting on the screen."
"It's a cold night and the rain is hazy..."
The two of them failed to produce results in their sword duel, so they began to fight in literature and poetry again.
"Wealth is like smoke and does not last forever." Zhao Xiang'er said calmly.
"The silence of the copper furnace makes it hard for the fragrance to die." Ning Jiujiu also took the homophonic pronunciation of the word Xiang.
“…”
During the harmonious and pleasant exchange, the two of them walked back to the palace unknowingly.
"What did you bring me here for?" Ning Jiujiu walked into the city gate, just like he did when he followed Ning Qinshui and Song Bie on the first day.
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said: "The best banquet in Zhao country is of course in the palace."
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "Did you set up an ambush?"
Zhao Xiang'er continued to move forward: "Then you can starve yourself."
In the Purple Garden Realm, one can go without food for a long time, but food comes first, and it is more about enjoying the beauty of the delicacies than replenishing one's strength.
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to be timid, so he walked beside her calmly.
Even after so long, none of them let down their guard.
"Isn't it repaired yet?" Ning Jiujiu looked in the direction of the ruins of Qianyu Palace and found that the waste rocks there had been cleared away and overgrown with weeds.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Because when mother came, the old site of Qianyu Palace was like this. Now that she is gone, Qianyu Palace will be restored to its original state. Perhaps this is the reason for the fire in the imperial city."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said, "Don't you want to repair it?"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled faintly: "I have tried it several times, but I can't fix it. Maybe this is what my mother meant."
Ning Jiujiu looked at the weeds on the side of Qianyu Palace and said, "Does it really make sense to go back to the starting point?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I don't know, but no matter what my mother does, she likes to draw a circle. No matter what kind of arrangement, she must complete it in series to be satisfied, so I always doubt whether I am the mother." A bead in that circle.”
Ning Jiujiu said: "If she just uses you, will you still respect and love her?"
"Yes." Zhao Xiang'er said.
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "What if she wants to kill you?"
"Then I have no choice but to draw my sword against her." Zhao Xianger said with a faint smile. She respects her mother, but she is definitely not one of those foolish and loyal people in history who drank poisonous wine or hung up the rafters after being given white silk.
Ning looked at the fiery maple leaves in the Qianyu Palace ruins for a long time. He couldn't help but think of Suijun. He had completely forgotten his true appearance, but he still remembered the way Suijun drew a circle - it was a truly impeccable and perfect circle that was unforgettable at a glance.
Could she really be Suzaku's daughter? Could it be that that empress is the Lord of the Kingdom of God? If this is the case, how can this small Zhao country accommodate a plan that touches the Kingdom of God
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but think of his master, and was temporarily absent-minded.
This terrible loss of consciousness.
The moment he came back to his senses, there were no streets or palaces with upturned eaves anywhere around him. All he could see were burning flames and giant birds soaring in the flames. In front of him was a blazing fire dancing like a devil. Zhao Xianger stood in front of the temple, her white dress illuminated like fire by the flames.
"We'll eat later. Let's show Mr. Ning the world first." She looked at Ning Jiujiu condescendingly, smiled and extended her hand.
"This is the true 'world' authority. Welcome to the kingdom of My creation."
This is also the place of decisive battle she created.
At the sound of words, the world cheered. Every ray of flame, every divine bird, every crackling and burning building... In this world carved with red crystal, the flames soar into the sky, and everything is like a biting sword, pointing at Ning one by one. For a long time, this scene seemed like a towering mountain collapsing, and he happened to be standing in a deep valley surrounded by mountains.
The whole world is an enemy and there is no escape.