In winter, the cold wind passes through the fields, and the sky and the earth turn white.
Zhao Xiang'er left three days ago.
The first snow in Zhao State fell freely after Zhao Xiang'er left, and it lasted for several days and nights.
The strange phenomenon in the Zhao Kingdom's imperial city was known to the world. The throne was in vain. Song Xi took the imperial edict from the empress and used his position to supervise the country. Because arrangements had been made in advance, no major changes occurred.
The wedding, the visions of heaven and earth, and the final disappearance of Her Majesty the Empress caused a great sensation in various countries.
The news received by the people sounds like a legend, but it is very close to the truth - Her Majesty the Empress is the real Son of God. She temporarily lived in the human world, but now she has returned to heaven to find her immortal mother.
Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjian stayed in Zhao for another three days.
On the first day, they walked from the General's Mansion to the Jiuling Platform in the Imperial City, and together they watched the crimson sunset sinking into the city.
After all, there was one less person watching the sunset together.
The next day, they arrived at Linhe City. Ning Changjiu smiled softly and told Lu Jianjiao about what happened here.
"Mrs. Bai was really ambitious back then. She wanted to create nine more Fengdus like this, and then combine them into ten palaces of Yama to recreate the underworld that was glorious in the world thousands of years ago." Ning Jiujiu stood by the sand and water, pointing to the original myth. The divine pillar of logic is located, and he recalled: "It's a pity that there is something wrong with this divine pillar."
"What's the problem?" Lu Marry asked naturally.
"Mrs. Bai was transformed from the fragments of the corpse of an ancient god. She speculated that the ancient god died in the great chaos five hundred years ago." Ning Jiujiu stretched out the hand in his sleeve and gently brushed off the copper The snow on the painting said: "Although what she guessed is not far from the truth, it is a pity that she met your knowledgeable master and husband and was easily seen through."
Lu Marian lowered her head, looked at the bronze painting, and smiled: "Yes, my husband and master are really amazing."
Ning Jiujiu pointed to the other side of the river, smiled gently, and slowly said: "When we confronted Madam Bai across the river, I, Xiang'er and Xiaoling worked together to act. After many plots were reversed, we finally used the other side to confront each other. The law of balance broke through the seal and defeated her. This is something that even the Suzaku God did not expect."
Lu Marion's eyes were slightly curved, and her figure in a velvet cloak looked graceful and warm in the snow.
She said: "Yes, without you brothers and sisters, Madam Bai would not even be able to build the Kingdom of God. Master has really helped a lot."
Ning Jiujiu folded his sleeves with his hands and sighed: "It's because my husband has no way to control his family."
Lu Marry smiled softly.
They walked across the frozen river together and looked at the wicker branches whipping against the wind and snow on the banks.
Not long after, Han Xiaosu hurriedly emerged from the bottom of the river, saw Ning Changjiu, and bowed quickly: "Benefactor... why are you here?"
Ning Changjiu said gently: "Just take a walk."
Han Xiaosu looked at the beautiful woman next to him and was slightly startled. She had asked Ning Xiaoling in the past about the relationship between her benefactor and Master Lu. At that time, Xiaoling only said that they were master and apprentice, and also said that the senior brother had a fiancée. This... This marriage to His Majesty the Empress has become known to the whole world. Now that His Majesty has just left, he is now with his master in the blink of an eye
This... is indeed a benefactor, he dares to love and marry, and he braves the disapproval of the world!
"Have you met Lu Feng... um, sect master, um... En Niang?" Han Xiaosu struggled in her heart and changed several names, but she didn't know what to call her.
Lu Marian thought for a while and said, "Let's call her Enniang."
"Hmm...Mom." Han Xiaosu nodded vigorously, but always felt something was strange.
Ning Changjiu smiled and asked about the current situation.
Han Xiaosu responded one by one.
Ning Changjiu said: "Just practice like this. Don't be eager for quick success. When the ancestral hall is completed and the golden body is sculpted, it will be the real path."
Han Xiaosu nodded obediently, but she didn't seem to care much about any of this. She just said, "When will my benefactor go to pick up my younger sister?"
Ning Changjiu and Lu Marian looked at each other, smiled gently and said, "I'll go in two days."
Han Xiaosu looked forward to it very much and thanked her repeatedly. She couldn't stand the wind and cold, so she chatted for a while and then got back to the warm bottom of the river.
Lu Marry said: "The Suzaku envoy said that the fragments of the Underworld Lord's authority gathered by Madam Bai are missing. It must be in this little girl's body."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "It may also be the young man named Shubai. It is indeed unusual for him to survive a catastrophe with his physique."
Lu Marian said: "Anyway, it's a big opportunity."
They walked through Linhe City.
On the last day, they arrived at Baicheng.
Baicheng has experienced a heavy snowfall, and now it is even more pure white. The flag of Zhao State on the city wall is flying in the wind, like a fire sparrow that always flaps its wings in place.
They arrived at the empty ascension platform.
"Do you want to return to the sect?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Lu Marian said: "Return to the clan... What are you doing?"
Ning Changjiu said: "You are now the head of the Tianzong. It is not good for you to be away from the peak for too long."
Lu Married said with a smile: "How can I have the nerve to go back now? Wherever I go, I hear people talking about our affairs. I wish I could find a hole in the ground to burrow down."
Ning Jiujiu said without thinking: "Well, there is nothing else in Tianku Peak, but there are quite a few caves."
"You..." Lu Marry was very angry.
Ning rubbed his temples for a long time, feeling a little headache.
When they disguised themselves and went to restaurants and teahouses these past two days, almost all the people in the room were talking about this.
Zhao Xiang'er and Lu Jianjian are both goddesses and fairies with the most beautiful appearance in the whole state. They have countless supporters and they are quarreling over this matter. After all, Zhao Xiang'er has just left now, so the support for her has also taken over. Upside. There are also many chivalrous people who have threatened to chop Na Ning into pieces for a long time. There is even a spontaneous organization among the people called "Xia Jiucai" to encourage and punish men who find two things to do. In just one day, more than a hundred people joined this organization, both men and women, each with their own unique skills and nicknames that were very bluffing.
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I originally wanted to go back to the clan to stay for two days, but now it seems that I should take more care of Marry's face."
"Return to the sect to stay for two days?" Lu Married said: "Do you still want to bully me in front of the disciples?"
Ning thought about that scene for a long time and said, "If Lerou saw it, the little girl would have doubts about life."
Lu Marry said displeasedly: "Have you forgotten what we agreed? In front of outsiders, I will always be your master."
Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.
He asked again: "You really don't want to go back? I still want to sit down and listen to Master's class again."
Lu Marian shook her head and said firmly: "I want to leave Nanzhou now."
Although she has a simple mind of cultivating Taoism, she doesn't want to face the strange looks from those familiar people.
Ning Changjiu said: "The four peaks cannot be left without an owner for a day."
Lu Marian frowned slightly: "What do you want?"
Ning Jiujiu suggested: "How about we create a little marriage and let her go back to guard the mountain gate?"
Lu Marian's cheeks were slightly red and she scolded: "What are you thinking about all day long?"
Ning Changjiu had a gentle smile on his face: "That's right, this kind of thing really shouldn't be rushed."
He bit the last few words hard.
Lu Marry turned a deaf ear.
She held on to the railing and looked at the snow-white city. After a moment, she lazily stretched her arms, bent her body slightly, looked back and said with a smile, "It's so cold."
"You are already in the Purple Garden Realm..." Ning looked at her raised lips for a long time, stopped mid-sentence, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Marry is also a fox."
"Don't slander people." Lu Marian retorted softly. As she spoke, her fingers brushed the white snow on the railing, picked up a little, and gently put it into the sandalwood mouth. She closed her cold long eyes slightly and lightly touched her tongue. sip.
Quiet and charming.
Ning Jiujiu hugged her from behind.
They looked at the snow on the railing for a long time, and then reached a certain level of ascension on the ascension platform.
The next day, when the heavy snow began to stop, they set out to the north, heading for Middle-earth.
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Southwest of Middle Earth, Ancient Spirit Sect.
"Xiao Ling, you have been distracted these days while practicing Taoism. Are you worried?" Mr. Shuo Ling walked up to her and knocked on her table gently.
Ning Xiaoling came back to her senses, looked at Mr. Shuo Ling, and said apologetically: "No...it's okay."
Mr. Shuoling said: "Well, if you have something on your mind, you can talk to me after class."
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.
The other disciples looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel jealous in their hearts.
This Mr. Ling is actually very strict, but she always has special patience and gentleness towards Ning Xiaoling. But it’s no wonder that she is partial. Who wouldn’t like a girl who is so quiet, doesn’t cause trouble, and has a high level of spiritual cultivation? Woolen cloth
But for more than a month, Ning Xiaoling had hardly practiced properly and attended lectures. Mr. Shuo Ling and the other disciples all saw this.
Mr. Ling knew that this was related to the attack and murder of a mysterious girl who called herself Xue Yuan a month ago.
This should have caused great psychological trauma to Ning Xiaoling.
Although she tried to provide guidance, it was of no avail and she could only wait for herself to come out of it.
It's a pity that Ning Xiaoling fell so far behind in this sect master competition, and it may be difficult for her to get a satisfactory ranking.
"You are now in the longevity realm. You should strive for the peak of longevity now. If you can make a breakthrough within three years, you may become one of the most outstanding people in the history of the sect." Mr. Shuoling said seriously: "This That is your top priority now.”
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently: "Sir, I understand, I... will work hard."
Mr. Sailing looked at her and finally comforted her: "But after all, you have only been here for half a year. If it doesn't work this time, it will be the same in two years. Don't be discouraged."
Ning Xiaoling responded. She sat upright, spread out the book, and pretended to read it seriously. However, she was still on the first page after reading for a long time.
Mr. Ling looked at her and shook his head slightly, thinking that it would be a pity if a good seedling was ruined like this.
After they read for a while, Mr. Shuoling gave them blank rice papers and asked them to come up and draw bamboo slips.
Each bamboo slip is engraved with several questions about the sect's mental method.
The mental methods of the Ancient Spirit Sect are complex, and if you make mistakes in practice, you may go crazy, so they often conduct assessments on the content of the mental methods.
After nervously drawing, they compared the bamboo slips and started to answer the questions.
Ning Xiaoling bit her pen and finished writing the paper in a daze.
The days passed as usual.
Ning Xiaoling has adapted to this kind of life. She thought it would continue like this, until that attack... She was always worried about Nanzhou, her master, sister and senior brother Xiang'er, and she couldn't concentrate when practicing Taoism.
No wonder they always say that Tao is the road to heaven for the heartless.
After finishing writing the papers, the monks began to discuss it one after another.
Ning Xiaoling, on the other hand, looked out the window absentmindedly.
"How did you answer this time?"
"We're still close, what about you?"
"I think I'm very safe... Where is Brother Jia?"
"I... I don't memorize it very well. I guess a lot of it while writing."
"Hey, Junior Sister Xiaoling, where are you? I see you finished writing a long time ago." Someone knocked on Ning Xiaoling's desk and asked.
Ning Xiaoling scratched her head and hesitated: "I filled it out based on my impressions."
The man nodded doubtfully. After all, Ning Xiaoling has been visibly unserious this past month. She thinks that after this assessment, she can regain Mr. Shuo Ling's chief favor.
Shortly after class, Mr. Shuo Ling left and returned. He looked at Ning Xiaoling seriously and said, "Come out for a moment."
Ning Xiaoling walked out.
The others all speculated whether the husband had finally given up and was about to "kill him".
Ning Xiaoling was also a little nervous.
"There's news from Nanzhou." Mr. Shuo Ling said after he went out.
"Ah?" Ning Xiaoling was surprised.
Mr. Shuo Ling thought she didn't hear clearly and said, "A month ago, I reported the matter of Xue Yuan. The sect sent people to pursue him to Nanzhou, but there was no result. Today, the news finally came."
Ning Xiaoling asked cautiously: "What news?"
Mr. Shuo Ling said: "Xue Yuan had a fight with a female emperor from the Zhao Kingdom in Nanzhou over the imperial city. The outcome is unknown. In short, both of them disappeared in the end. There were other people involved in the fight, one with a sword, it seems. The leader of a certain sect.”
"Master..." Ning Xiaoling was startled and said, "Master, are you okay?"
Mr. Shuo Ling suddenly said: "It turns out to be the leader of the Yujian Tianzong... It should be fine, but the news is still unclear. By the way, the girl seems to have a fiancé, he... "
"That's my senior brother." Ning Xiaoling said.
Mr. Ling looked at her serious face and thought that it was better not to tell her those bad things about her senior brother.
She said: "In short, Xue Yuan and the one suspected of being Fire Phoenix are gone. This matter has brought disgrace to our Ancient Spirit Sect, and I don't think the higher ups will let it go. Don't worry."
Ning Xiaoling nodded in ecstasy.
I hope nothing will happen to Sister Xiang'er again...
She thought silently and asked aloud: "Sir, after death, will all the souls in the world return to the Hades?"
Mr. Shuo Ling shook his head and said: "There is no Hades Palace in the world anymore. After a person dies, unless he gathers his soul immediately, he will just turn into a lonely ghost and disappear in the world."
Ning Xiaoling was even more confused.
Mr. Shuo Ling said: "Don't think too much, the Linggu Competition is what you really have to worry about now."
The Spirit Valley Competition is an assessment for young disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the assessment location is a Shinto ruins of the Ancient Spirit Sect.
The Shinto is in a vast valley, where demons are lurking and evil spirits are everywhere. The Ancient Spirit Sect will place a main treasure and many rare treasures in the deep valley of the Shinto. The ascetics will go into the valley to search and obtain the main treasure. Even the leader can still own this treasure, and the rest of the people will be ranked according to the ranking of other rare treasures.
This not only tests the disciple's cultivation, mental strength but also... luck.
But usually, luck only works when the strength is equal. Since the creation of the Linggu Competition, the person who won the first place was almost one of the most promising disciples at that time, and there were few surprises.
Ning Xiaoling took a deep breath, thinking that the one named Xueyuan was not as beautiful as Sister Xiang'er, so she must not be as powerful as Sister Xiang'er. Her cultivation level is mediocre now, so it is useless to worry. It is better to improve her realm earlier and find a way to fish her senior brother's soul out of the abyss in the future. If as time goes by, her senior brother becomes a lonely ghost, then she really I will blame myself for the rest of my life.
"Well, I will definitely listen to the lectures carefully in the future, practice my skills well, and won't answer random questions." Ning Xiaoling promised seriously.
Mr. Ling looked slightly strange.
"What's wrong?" Ning Xiaoling thought that her husband was angry.
Mr. Shuo Ling said expressionlessly: "Just keep the status quo. I just read your answer sheet, and you still got full marks."
"Ah, oh..."
Ning Xiaoling thought to herself that she was writing blindly based on her feelings.
One month after the Linggu Competition, every opponent of Ning Xiaoling is an outstanding young man.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is just a "chicken head" in a very weak team. Compared with the phoenix tails of those excellent teams, she can only fight back and forth.
Ning Xiaoling was confident in herself at first. She wanted to imitate her senior brother and become famous after hiding her weakness. However, half a month later, her dream of winning the championship was shattered.
News came that among the younger generation, there was a young man who was favored by the Netherworld lineage of the Ancient Spirit Sect. He successfully broke through the calamity at the age of twenty-two and entered the Purple Court Realm.
Ziting and Changming were a chasm between heaven and earth, and he was the only one among the tragic young disciples to cross that barrier.
There should be no suspense in the Linggu Competition.
Soon, an even bigger event would shake the entire Nanzhou.
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Middle-earth, Command Tower, outside the Heavenly Ranking.
The Order Building is where the major sects issue notices. Those notices are graded according to floors, with the highest point being the Tianbang.
Once the order of the Heavenly Ranking is issued, it will be spread to the entire Middle Earth, and all sects must respect the contents of the Heavenly Ranking. At the end of each year, the ranking spirit of the Heavenly Ranking will also generate a map to write down the top ten powerful people in Middle-earth today.
Except for the Sword Master who always ranks first, the rest have occasional ups and downs.
To issue orders on the Heavenly Ranking requires not only money and treasures, but also extraordinary strength. Each person who publishes the list can last for up to three months, and the one who defeats him will be eligible for the next three months.
All major sects are proud to be able to issue orders on the Tianbang.
The people guarding the Heavenly List now are the disciples of Xuandan Shengge, one of the eight great sects in Middle-earth.
This disciple is now on the seventh floor of Ziting, and he is truly outstanding among the younger generation in Xuandan Holy Pavilion.
According to the rules of the Heavenly Ranking, those who keep the ranking are not allowed to go beyond Ziting, because although the peerless monks among the Five Paths fought brilliantly, the cost and effort required to repair the command building are too great.
Nowadays, a tacit understanding has been reached among the sects. When one party is keeping the list, the other sects rarely disturb them. After all, even the Eight Gods Sect rarely has any major events that need to be announced to the entire Central Earth.
But this tacit understanding was broken today.
A young man wearing black clothes and a thin sword at his waist slowly climbed up the stairs until he reached the outside of the Heavenly Ranking.
The disciple of Xuandan Holy Pavilion held a magic spear with a surface as smooth as a mirror, looked at the person coming, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Who?" he asked.
"The person who won the ranking." Lai replied.
"Do you know who I am?" the man holding the gun asked.
"I know, Xiao Qiu, who has been cultivating Taoism for thirty-six years and is now on the seventh floor of Ziting. He once refined the God-Eating Destruction Pill and is famous." The young master in black clothes and black hair looked at him and said seriously.
Xiao Qiu's expression became serious. He stood up from outside the pavilion of Tianbang with his sword in his arms and said, "Your Excellency, are you very confident?"
The swordsman in black said: "I am at the same level as you, so I will not underestimate you."
Xiao Qiu narrowed her eyes.
The swordsman in black stepped into the wooden hall of Tianbang.
This wooden hall is where the duels take place, and the surrounding shields are powerful.
The top of the wooden hall is known to the world as a heavenly place.
The moment the man in black stepped into the wooden hall, the competition officially began.
"I understand."
Xiao Qiu stood sideways, pulled out the spear, held it with one hand, and pointed to the side and front.
The black-clothed swordsman closed his eyes, retreated one step, and bowed forward. His body was as tense as a sword that had been tempered for thousands of times. Before the sword was unsheathed, the clear sound of the sword's intention penetrated the entire wooden hall.
Xiao Qiu's expression changed slightly: "Sword and spirit are of the same body?"
The swordsman in black did not respond.
The master once told him that sword-spirit unity is a talent given by God. It is a spirit formed by fusing the embryos of the eighty-one immortal swords cast by the ancient Shimu Kingdom and scattered in the world with humans. Looking at the entire human world, there are at most eighty-one sword and spirit congenitors at the same time. In fact, most of the swords are still in an ownerless state, and there are not even more than thirty known sword and spirit congenitors.
He and his seventh senior brother are all people of the same body as the sword spirit.
And the master said that his compatibility with the sword spirit is even stronger than that of his senior brother.
This made him proud.
Because once he is stronger than his senior brother, he will undoubtedly be number one in the world in terms of sword and spirit being the same body.
In the Tianbang wooden hall, the figure of Xiao Qiu holding a gun has jumped out.
The body of his gun is like a mirror.
This mirror-like material has a miraculous ability to reflect shadows.
This is the real phantom gun.
So at the moment when the gun was pierced, the gun body trembled into countless continuous phantoms. Those phantoms were like the sudden strong wind. They reflected each other, kept splitting at hundreds or thousands of times, and instantly filled the entire wood. Hall,.
The gun body has no shadow, and everything is a shadow.
Cold light filled every corner of the wooden hall, and the suffocating pressure was like a wave hitting the face, slamming hard at the rock-like black clothed man.
The swordsman in black didn't move.
He stood still, like an arrow that was about to leave the string but never fired.
As the shadow of the gun filled the wooden hall with murderous intent, the sound of the sword sounded clearly, like a peach blossom floating in the chilling blizzard.
He still stood still.
But if you look closely, you will find that a snow-white shadow rushes out of his body and plunges into the vast shadow of the gun.
That's his sword spirit!
At the moment when the shadow of the gun rose, the sword spirit drew his sword, stepped forward, and slashed horizontally and vertically. The cross illuminated squarely, and then the two interlaced sword lights instantly transformed into tens of thousands of intertwined lines, and the sword energy In the center, the swordsman in black moved at some point.
He arrived last and merged with the white sword spirit.
Zheng! ! !
The gun shadow and the sword shadow smashed together.
The wooden hall is clear.
The tip of the sword touched the tip of the spear.
"You are..." Xiao Qiu couldn't see any injuries, but his voice was trembling.
The swordsman in black sheathed his sword, walked past him, pointed a finger, and stabilized his internal injuries.
A disciple of Shenzong was defeated by a sword, this...
Xiao Qiu knew that there was only one answer: "Jiange? Are you from Jiange?"
"Yes." The swordsman in black replied: "The eighth disciple of Jiange, Zhan Temple."
"It turns out... it turns out to be Mr. Eighth of Jiange. I'm sorry." Xiao Qiu smiled and saluted him.
Instead of feeling defeated, he felt a sense of glory despite defeat.
It’s just that Jiange hasn’t competed in the Heavenly Ranking for a while, so why…
Is something big going to happen
Without saying a word, Zhansi walked up the stairs to Tianbang.
After today, the news that Jiange is recruiting a fourteenth disciple will spread throughout the world.
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(The outline is almost finished... we will resume double updates when the plot concept is smooth.)
(Thank you to the leader Ning Jiujiu and the leader yzxmly for the reward!! Thank you both for your great support and love for the work.)