Ning Jiujiu stopped and looked at the girl beside him.
Zhao Xianger half-opened her arms, her face was cold, her white skirt was swaying like a small flower, and she looked reluctant.
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu agreed softly. He turned his back, recalling the way he carried her on his back, while bending his legs and body.
Zhao Xiang'er walked over and slowly leaned against him. Her pink lotus-like jade arms crossed her left and right shoulders and rested in front of her. Her slender and tight legs climbed up to his waist little by little, because she was wearing a white skirt. For this reason, when the legs are crossed behind the waist, the skirt becomes tighter, and the curves of the hips and waist are beautifully outlined.
Ning Jiujiu felt the familiar soft and waxy feeling pressed against his back again, and then a pointed, round and small chin pressed against it. Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, put it on the smooth thigh, and gave it a slight lift to bring their bodies closer together.
Zhao Xiang'er glanced at his back collar and found that the injury inside was basically healed, and the new skin was white, smooth and tender, like a girl's.
Zhao Xiang'er was a little displeased, thinking that she had deliberately not treated the injury before, and it was really just showing off to me... She wished she could reach out her hand and pinch his neck hard like a pair of pliers.
Ning Jiujiu felt the killing intent and asked with a smile: "What's wrong with Xiang'er?"
Zhao Xiang'er's tone was calm: "You carry me for a walk first, I want to take a nap."
Ning Changjiu asked doubtfully: "Didn't you just sleep for two nights?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I won't be able to see you when I fall asleep, so don't be upset."
As she spoke, she leaned her face against Ning Changjiu's hair and closed her eyes.
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Then you will not be able to sleep for the rest of your life?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Don't disturb me."
Ning Jiujiu carried her across the river and walked aimlessly forward along the path he had taken back then.
After Ning Jiujiu left, Han Xiaosu raised his head in the sand and water, looked at their departing figures, and said, "Is this the Xiang'er girl that Sister Xiaoling said... She's so beautiful."
As Zhao Xiang'er came to Linhe City, the city seemed to be sensing it, and everything that was originally gloomy began to slowly regain its vitality.
The gloomy atmosphere at the bottom of the sand and water gradually dissipated, and it looked like new. Han Xiaosu felt relieved, and the figure dexterously shuttled in the river was like a small fish.
Linhe City is very deserted.
Ning Jiujiu walked slowly with her on his back. The girl's body was light and bone-free, so she was certainly not tired. Even though Zhao Xiang'er had changed her appearance at this moment, Ning Jiujiu also received many envious looks along the way.
Walking along the road in the city, you can even see their statues.
They were the ones who saved this city back then, and this city will always remember it.
"What do you want to eat?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Zhao Xianger didn't speak, and her body rose and fell evenly, as if she had really fallen asleep again.
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself and said: "It is said that there are several old shops in Linhe City. Those old people survived the catastrophe. We can also go and get lucky."
Zhao Xianger's face was quiet and she still didn't speak.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and quietly turned into a deserted street.
After a short silence, Zhao Xianger said angrily: "Behave with your hands!"
Ning Changjiu said: "Isn't Xiao Xiang'er asleep?"
Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while and said, "Put me down."
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Zhao Xiang'er landed lightly. She straightened her snow-white skirt and frowned: "Is this how you carried me before?"
"Are you shy?"
"This is outside."
"It's just the two of us anyway."
"What if someone else sees it?"
Now that Zhao Xiang'er's acupoints are sealed, he cannot extend his spiritual sense to detect, so he naturally lacks a lot of security.
Ning Changjiu rubbed her hair and said, "Don't worry, I will hide you well."
Zhao Xianger said angrily: "Don't touch my head, you think I'm your little junior sister!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "If you are dissatisfied, you can resist."
Zhao Xianger thought to herself, what kind of bad taste is this? She curled her lips, slowed down a little, and said, "Your junior sister came to see me before she left."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What did she say?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I didn't say anything, but your little junior sister's temperament seems to be getting better and better."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Junior sister's talent is extremely high."
Zhao Xianger said: "Yes, Xiaoling is a good girl, but if I meet a senior brother like you with a human face and a beast heart, I'm afraid..."
The girl hesitated to speak.
Ning Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Xian'er, keep talking."
Zhao Xiang'er hated this feeling of powerlessness. She sighed and said, "I'm not you. How could I know what immoral things you would do in the future?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What does it mean to be immoral?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Such as sister and brother, master and apprentice."
"Really?" Ning Jiujiu folded his sleeves and said, "Does Xiang'er's words imply something?"
The corners of Zhao Xiang'er's lips raised slightly: "Don't pretend to understand when you don't understand me."
Ning Jiujiu smiled faintly.
Zhao Xiang'er walked through the quiet alley and said slowly: "You seem to like this kind of tone... I don't know how Xiaoling Marian, such a good girl, met you."
Ning Jiujiu said: "What about you?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "I am being held hostage. If you have the ability, please relieve me."
Ning Changjiu said: "I will not do such a thing as letting the tiger return to the mountain."
"Shameless."
"I'm already very gentle."
"I'm hungry."
"I invite you to dinner."
"It's not my money you're using!"
"You also said that I am a robber."
"Shameless..."
Zhao Xiang'er's little hand was grabbed by Ning Changjiu, and the two of them walked through the alley and walked towards the restaurant.
After ordering the food, Ning Jiujiu put her chopsticks down and watched Zhao Xiang'er eat. After Zhao Xiang'er ate for a while, she puffed up her cheeks slightly, raised her head, looked at Ning Jiujiu, and asked, "What are you doing?" Don’t move your chopsticks.”
"I always feel like I'm raising a cat." Ning Jiujiu said.
Zhao Xiang'er rolled her eyes at him and said, "The people in charge of raising cats in the palace are all eunuchs."
Ning Jiujiu then started to eat.
After drinking and eating, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger went out together and walked around the Linhe city. They looked at the newly built houses and recalled what had happened in the past.
"That's the courtyard where Ning Qianshui lived. You beat me there for a month." Ning Changjiu pointed to a brand-new courtyard and said with a smile.
Zhao Xiang'er asked in confusion: "Why do you still feel proud when talking about such an embarrassing thing?"
Ning Changjiu smiled and rubbed her head and said, "The worse I was beaten back then, the more relieved I am now, right? Miss Xiang'er."
Zhao Xiang'er had no way to hide and could only be forced to rub her hair. Hearing what Ning Changjiu said, she felt displeased with the courtyard. She turned her head away and said, "Let's go, I don't like it here."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where to go next?"
"Baicheng."
"You can't go to Baicheng."
"Why can't we go?" Zhao Xianger asked knowingly.
On the Jiuling Platform that day, when she lit up the ordering fire on the high platform, but Baicheng didn't respond, she knew that someone was causing trouble there. Now the identity of the troublemaker was obvious. It must be Lu Jianjiu assigned by Ning Jiucheng. made.
This Lu Marian is really too much. She actually allowed her beloved disciple to come to me without even knowing how to tie her with a chain...
Ning Jiujiu said: "If you really want to go, we will go."
"Forget it." Zhao Xianger regretted it again and said, "Let's go outside and take a look."
Ning Jiujiu stopped, and Zhao Xiang'er naturally lay on his back.
The country of Zhao is remote and wild, and many places outside the city are undeveloped valleys and mountains. At this time of late autumn, thousands of trees have withered, and only the maple leaves in the mountains are as red as fire. Looking from a distance, they look like a wedding dress draped between the mountains.
Ning Changjiu brought Zhao Xiang'er to a quiet place with a pond.
Zhao Xiang'er stood by the pool, taking off her embroidered shoes and carrying them beside her with her hands. Her snow-tender feet dipped into the cool late autumn water, and her soft pink feet gently washed the water, causing ripples. After a while, the reflection of the red maple shook and shattered in the pool.
Ning Jiujiu sat next to her. Behind them were huge trees with withered leaves. Ning Jiujiu drew with his fingers, and the sword energy came out vertically and horizontally, like a carved pen. Every fallen leaf was cut into pieces by the sword energy, and turned into pieces with precision. It became the character "xiang", and these characters floated quietly on the water, drifting with the current.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at these fonts, which were either straight or elegant, and said, "It's a small skill."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Xian'er also showed off his skills?"
Zhao Xiang'er had no expression on her face. She bent down, gently stretched out her hand, picked up a piece of carved red maple in the water, placed it on her lap, and looked at it carefully.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I've seen this word too often, but it looks a bit like the word '囍'."
"This is the word my mother gave me." Zhao Xianger recalled: "This word has been with me for nineteen years, and now I can finally live up to it."
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "Zhao lost his soil... is indeed a good word. But for your mother, the gains and losses in this world may just happen between the turning of the palm of your hand."
Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said: "The disasters and chaos in Zhao State back then, and even the apocalypse that Jin State thought it was, should have been arranged by my mother. Although I rarely see her, I can feel that she is very important to the world. Indifferent, even to me."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why did she fall so hard on you?"
Zhao Xianger shook her head slightly: "How did I know?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled indifferently and said jokingly, "Then why don't you call me Zhen'er from now on?"
Zhao Xiang'er glared at him: "Rang'er is so unpleasant to hear. Now that Lu Marry is getting married, why don't you let her change her marriage name?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm not talking about soil, it's this word."
As he spoke, he dipped some water and wrote the word "蘘" on the stone beside him.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at it for a while, and of course she could understand the meaning. She clenched her fists and said angrily: "You are looking for death!"
With that said, she pushed Ning Changjiu into the pool.
With a splashing sound, Ning Jiujiu made a splash and actually fell into it.
Zhao Xiang'er was stunned for a moment, looking at Ning Changjiu's head emerging from the water, and asked, "Why don't you hide?"
Ning Changjiu said: "You can't let down Miss Zhen'er."
"You... how dare you call me that again!" Zhao Xiang'er was furious.
But before she could lose her temper, her soft jade feet suddenly tightened. She lowered her head and saw that her feet had been captured by Ning Changjiu.
"Let go!" Zhao Xiang'er rubbed her leg hard, trying to break free.
She was like a sika deer drinking water by the pool. Suddenly she was bitten by a big fish rushing out of the pool, and she couldn't get out no matter how hard she struggled.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his fingers and gently tickled the pink soles of Zhao Xiang'er's feet. The girl clasped her toes and clenched her teeth. She trembled slightly and suddenly exclaimed "Ah", and then heard a thump. A girl in a white dress was also pulled into the pool.
Zhao Xiang'er's water skills are naturally excellent, but Ning Jiujiu's opponent is no match at this moment. They either stir up the water to attack, or fight at close range. Zhao Xiang'er was at a disadvantage everywhere, and was finally killed under Ning Jiujiu's coercion. Forced to admit defeat, he finally returned to the shore.
Zhao Xiang'er's body was soaked by the water at this moment, and her thin white skirt was pressed tightly to her body. Ning Ning was slightly absent-minded after seeing her for a long time. After all, the white skirt in the past was looser. Only now did he really realize that this little girl was now in a good place. How outstanding and proud.
Zhao Xiang'er opened the red umbrella, covered herself, and said, "Don't look at it!"
Ning Jiujiu took out his sword and said, "Shall I help you dry it with sword fire?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "How can you, the culprit, pretend to be a good person?"
But the autumn water was too cold, and the cold and clammy skin was very uncomfortable. When Ning Jiujiu handed over the warm sword, Zhao Xiang'er didn't say a word, half pushing and half acquiescing.
After drying the clothes, Zhao Xiang'er's expression softened a little. She looked at her white dress and said, "You soiled my clothes."
Ning Jiujiu recalled: "There seems to be a Yunshang City in Zhao State?"
Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said: "Well, the clothes of Zhao's high-ranking officials and nobles are basically made in Yunshang City. There are the best silks and fabrics there. Qianzhexiang was the best clothes in Yunshang City last year."
Ning Changjiu asked: "Is the money still enough?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "How can there be any reason to spend my money all the way?"
Ning thought for a long time: "How about we go to Qiaotou to perform..."
Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath: "That's enough."
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This is definitely not about being submissive and swallowing one's anger, but about being patient and enduring... This evil person will not be able to be arrogant for more than a few days.
Zhao Xiang'er followed him, recalling the embarrassing appearance of begging for mercy after being teased in the pool, and kept a vicious record in her mind.
Yunshang City is very prosperous, and the word Qi Luo everywhere is not enough to describe it.
This pair of young men in white clothes and skirts looked a little shabby walking among them.
Ning Changjiu took Zhao Xiang'er to visit many stores.
Zhao Xiang'er shopped around, but instead of buying a skirt, she bought a men's suit. Wearing the men's clothes and tying her headband, she looked like a beautiful and elegant young man with a dash of heroism.
She looked at the brightly colored clothes in the store and said calmly: "What's so good about these colorful clothes? Only black and white clothes in the world are in line with the truth of the Tao."
Ning Jiujiu agreed: "What Mr. Zhao said is absolutely true."
Zhao Xianger turned her head away indifferently, and she did have the temperament of a young master.
Soon, Zhao Xiang'er stopped looking at the clothes casually.
"This young man, this is the treasure of our store..." The shopkeeper saw their extraordinary bearing and came over to introduce them.
What Zhao Xiang'er was looking at at the moment was a bright red wedding dress with a phoenix crown and a hazel, a red background of satin embroidered with gold, and bright pearls and jade pendants. The red was so pure and majestic that it looked very precious at first glance. When she first glanced through the window, it seemed as if a blazing fire was rushing into her pupils, making the girl's black and white eyes slightly pale.
The shopkeeper told her the story and origin of this dress, and it was said that it was related to the legendary Suzaku God.
Zhao Xiang'er didn't miss spring and wanted to get married, but she recognized this dress - it was very similar to the one her mother wore back then.
Mother... is this also part of your plan
She had to admit that when she saw this wedding dress by chance, she did have the urge to try it on. But wedding clothes often come only once in a lifetime.
"Well, this is the dress."
On the other side, Ning Jiujiu and the shopkeeper have already agreed on the price.
"I don't want it!" Zhao Xiang'er suddenly said and flatly refused.
She didn't like the feeling of being plotted every step of the way, even if the person who made the mistake was her mother.
The shopkeeper was slightly stunned, and then he realized that this handsome young man was obviously a woman disguised as a man.
After Zhao Xiang'er finished speaking, he turned around and left. Ning Jiujiu sighed, apologized, and quickly followed.
"What's wrong?" Ning asked for a long time.
Zhao Xianger was silent for a moment and said, "I want to be alone."
The sky gradually darkened.
In the inn, Zhao Xianger stood alone by the window, watching the dusk gradually closing.
Ning Jiuchu brought a bowl of glutinous rice balls, walked to her side, and fed her one spoon at a time.
"In a bad mood?" Ning asked for a long time.
Zhao Xianger felt better after eating glutinous rice balls.
The sun sank into the west, and everything hidden there seemed to dim.
"Let's go to bed early today." Zhao Xianger suddenly said.
"Why?" Ning asked for a long time.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Tomorrow I will take you to Luoshen Peak to watch the sunrise."
Ning Jiujiu didn't know why.
Zhao Xiang'er had already spread out the quilt and lay down on the bed.
Ning Changjiu lay down next to her.
Instead of resisting this time, the girl hugged him gently. Ning looked at her peaceful face for a long time, then gently touched her slightly raised upper lip with his hand, and gently rubbed her soft lips with his fingers. The girl frowned slightly and bit his finger.
This time it was Ning Jiujiu's turn to beg for mercy.
Time is slow.
In the early morning, before dawn, Zhao Xiang'er got up early and dragged Ning Changchun to climb the mountain together.
It's very cold in late autumn, and it's even more freezing when I'm wielding a sword.
Ning Jiujiu wrapped her in a big cloak and held the petite girl in his arms.
"What's so good about sunrise?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
"I don't understand the style..." Zhao Xiang'er said, "You will understand it by then."
Luoshen Peak stands out among the mountains in Zhao State, and its height is not even inferior to the four immortal peaks of Yujian Tianzong.
After passing through the difficult mountain road, the two finally reached the top of the mountain.
Zhao Xiang'er sat on a stone, huddled up, hugging her knees, wrapping herself in a cloak, looking far away into the darkness in the distance.
Ning Jiujiu stood behind her, gently pulled up her long hair, cut wood into a comb, flowed into the dark hair, and gently swept it down, combing the girl's messy hair neatly.
They were the only pair of people watching the sunrise in a hundred miles.
"It's coming." Zhao Xianger suddenly said.
Ning Jiujiu let down her hair, gently sat down next to her, and looked into the distance with the girl's gaze.
The color of the sky becomes lighter and lighter, like flowing egg white, and the bright stars gradually fade and retreat into the background. There is nothing in the pale blue sky, which seems to be broken by a poke. In the blink of an eye, red fire burned in the sky without warning. At the same time, the morning wind flowed gently through the fields like an infinite wave, and the fallen trees made a rustling sound in the wind, as if thousands of people were falling. Thousands of worshipers.
The flame is like a sharp sword splitting the heaven and the earth.
They couldn't tell whether what was coming their way was wind or light.
If the Golden Crow in the body is inspired, it condenses and takes shape again, cheering for joy.
Ning had watched the sunrise many times for a long time, even the first one before history came.
Although the sunrise is beautiful, it remains the same for thousands of years. Today was the first time she watched the sunrise with Zhao Xiang'er, so the scenery seemed to have changed, and everything shaking in her field of vision became an eternal shadow.
But he couldn't wait until the sun rose.
Zhao Xiang'er has slowly stood up.
"What's wrong?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Zhao Xiang'er said calmly: "Draw your sword."
"Um?"
In confusion, the big cloak Zhao Xiang'er was wearing fell to the ground with an uproar, and the snow-white dress with the right lapel folded in it also slowly fell down like a cloud.
The huge fireball in the distance revealed its head, and before the thousands of rays of light could tear apart the night, amidst the rustling wind, Ning Jiujiu saw the most splendid beauty he had ever seen in his life.
There is no such beautiful body in the world. Her graceful figure is as graceful as light smoke. The white walls protrude flawlessly. On her jade body, every inch of the curve is filled with the purest light. Those white lights are blown by the wind. The dark silk hair was cut into fine pieces, entangled with faint shadows, and changed like makeup on her delicate cheeks. Luoshen Peak, which had been lonely for thousands of years, seemed to welcome its god, and she was also the Goddess of Luo.
At this moment, it seems that beauty is no longer a description of the facial features and figure, but an innate and thrilling symbol of her.
Ningjiu was lost in thought for a long time and slowly stood up.
He was shocked by her beauty, and even more shocked by the gorgeous carvings on this graceful body - on her body, there was a burning, tattoo-like scroll of the Suzaku.
The moment the cloak fell, Ning Jiujiu saw this tattoo that was like a continuous fire pattern, but it was only a part of it. It was only at this moment that every inch of it faded away, and Ning Jiujiu finally saw the full picture of this red bird divine painting.
The complicated scroll painting almost spread to her entire body, and the scroll painting dyed like cinnabar was so delicate that even the fine velvet on the edge of the feathers was clearly visible.
Every line on the snow-white body is like a flowing holy fire, and the sacred scroll it constructs is like a living red bird entwined on the girl's snow-white body. It is as complex as imaginable, like an entire divine kingdom.
At this moment, as the girl drew her sword from the umbrella, the mythical Suzaku seemed to come to life as the girl stretched her body.
Only then did Ning Jiujiu understand that her Nine Feathers had completely awakened, so the sealed seventy-two acupoints naturally broke through.
He didn't know when this happened.
In the rising sun, Ning Changjiu drew his sword.
His white clothes looked faded in the morning breeze.
The sun rises slowly, carrying the weight of the whole world. It struggles to lift its body from the horizon little by little, moving upward with all its strength. Golden pillars pierce the sky, and the soft clouds are burned into a bright red color. It is a golden sea burning with fire, and there seem to be thousands of bright stars hidden in the sea.
It rose up little by little, gradually revealing its complete body, and then became faster and faster, crossing the plane and the top of the mountain, hanging in the sky, and then gradually faded away from its original red color and turned into white.
The battle on Luoshen Peak only took one sunrise.
Zhao Xiang'er put on the cloak again.
The red bird tattoo on her body has disappeared, and her skin has returned to white.
Her sword is enclosed in a red umbrella.
Ning Changjiu's iron sword broke again and fell to the ground.
He was holding half a sword, half kneeling on the ground, his hair disheveled, and his expression was indescribably tired.
In this short period of time, he exhausted what he had learned throughout his life, and even used the celestial phenomenon of sunrise to call the Golden Crow and slash out his last sword in the world beyond the Suzaku.
But he was still defeated by Zhao Xianger's sword.
"Why?" Ning Jiujiu didn't understand why she became so strong.
Zhao Xianger said calmly: "Jiu Yu woke up when I saw that wedding dress yesterday. My divinity has become more and more complete... What's more, if I didn't want to use the world to suppress you, I would have directly summoned Jiu Yu as a sword. You have no chance of winning."
Ning sat on the ground for a long time, ran his fingers through his hair, raised his head, looked at the girl's cold face again, and smiled to himself.
He also knew in his heart that if Zhao Xiang'er hadn't wanted to be sure of victory and was dragged into the Ten Eyes Kingdom by himself, it would be really difficult for him to defeat her. And what she showed today was a trump card that she had never shown in the past.
That is a tattoo unique to the bloodline of the Suzaku God.
He had seen similar tattoos on Siming's body before. At that time, the silver-white complex patterns almost pierced the black robe.
How can a human sword rival the gods
Ning Jiujiu smiled bitterly and said, "Now am I the prisoner?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Your consciousness is not low."
Ning Jiujiu was lucky and asked with a sigh: "Then this marriage..."
Zhao Xianger shook her head gently: "Do you still have illusions?"
I would rather remain silent for a long time.
Zhao Xianger looked at him indifferently, her expression getting lighter and lighter, just like the sky at sunrise.
Just when Ning Jiujiu had given up hope, the girl suddenly said: "I'm going down the mountain."
"Um."
Ning Jiujiu knew that he couldn't stop her.
The girl stood there and did not leave immediately.
He was slightly doubtful, but when he raised his head, he was stunned again.
The coldness on Zhao Xiang'er's face disappeared. She opened her arms, tilted the corners of her lips slightly, and her eyes lit up again: "Carry me."
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