Ning Xiaoling returned to the queue holding the broken sword.
Mr. Shuo Ling saw that she was a little discouraged, but he patiently comforted her and said, "It's already pretty good. Let's get used to it for this competition first, and then we can make a big splash at a young age in two years."
"Well, I will prepare well." Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly.
Of course it was not this that troubled her. Among the thousands of swords previously, the huge figure that shook the You Pavilion was always lingering in the sea of consciousness, both real and illusory, like a lingering dream.
Mr. Shuo Ling asked doubtfully: "Xiao Ling, did something happen to you?"
Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said: "No, it's just...it took some effort to draw the sword, and I'm a little tired."
Mr. Sai Ling was doubtful and did not ask further questions.
Yu Jin also said in a low voice: "Xiao Ling is fine. It's better than the best, but it's still better than the worst."
Ning Xiaoling responded uneasily.
Yu Jin looked at the dark sword in her hand and asked in a low voice, "Can I touch it?"
Ning Xiaoling handed it over naturally.
Yu Jin took it carefully.
She just grasped the hilt of the sword, her arm sank, and she let out a surprised sound.
This sword was much heavier than she thought.
Ning Xiaoling stretched out a palm and gently held the sinking edge.
Yu Jin looked at it seriously. Suddenly, she let out a sigh and said, "This... doesn't seem to be a sword."
"Huh?" Ning Xiaoling's eyes also fell on the broken edge.
Yu Jin raised his head and looked at her and said, "This looks like a knife."
Ning Xiaoling pulled it out from the quiet pavilion and walked out. She was a little confused and didn't look at it carefully. She just saw that it was slender and slender, so she assumed it was a sword.
Only then did she realize that it only had a single edge, and that the entire iron blade had an unobvious but beautiful arc—it was a slender knife with no edge.
The handle of the thin knife is jet black and wrapped with a thin wire guard. The tangs of the knife are like black copper castings with fine carvings. The half-rectangular mouth is not fancy. The dark silver blade is hard but partially curled. The back of the knife is also very thin. The texture is pliable.
The overall cast of this knife is exquisite. Although it is black as a whole, the luster supports each other and the transition is natural, giving it a profound beauty of death.
Yu Jin admired: "Such a beautiful knife, it can't be a famous blade, right?"
Ning Xiaoling smiled and shook her head: "If it were a peerless sword, it wouldn't be chopped off."
"It makes sense." Yu Jin stretched out his fingers and pressed the broken part, feeling that Xiaoling was thoughtful.
She sighed and said: "It's so beautifully made, it's really more like a decoration. It seems that Mr. said something like a waste of time..."
Although Ning Xiaoling thought so too, this broken black knife could give her a nameless sense of intimacy.
The spirit trial meeting finally ended after two hours.
When I went out, the light of the setting sun had already set.
The Middle-earth Divine Sect of this size all has a huge formation barrier. At the moment, there is heavy snow outside, but the calm inside the Divine Sect remains the same.
After walking out of the door of the Soul Trial Hall, Ning Xiaoling stood in the sunset, trying to pour spiritual power into the blade.
Something magical happened.
As the spiritual energy poured into the blade, the broken blade seemed to gradually come to life. The sunset in the sky was like fluttering butterflies, one after another attached to the black blade. It was impossible to tell for a moment what the black blade itself was emitting. The blood-colored blade reflected the crimson sunset.
Ning Xiaoling looked at it and was slightly surprised: "Blood Blade?"
According to legend, there is a kind of sword that is born blood red and is a weapon specially used to kill people.
Ning Xiaoling raised the sword higher and looked at the texture of the steel on the blade through the sunset.
The evening breeze blew the girl's clothes, and her beautiful long hair lay quietly on her back. The tail of her hair that was vertical to her waist was simply knotted and tied with a red string.
The sunlight and sword light reflected on her jade-like cheeks, and the fine velvet on her crystal ears was her still childlike spirit.
This unintentional move attracted a lot of attention, and even Yu Jin, who was also a girl, was fascinated by it.
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When they returned to the wooden hall of Yuling Lineage, it was already dark. The disciples packed up their books and prepared to go back to their rooms to rest.
Ning Xiaoling looked at her desktop and let out a slight sigh.
Her books seemed to have been tampered with.
Maybe it was windy today... She didn't pay too much attention to it. She folded the books and sat quietly on the chair for a while.
What happened in You Pavilion today was unexpected by everyone, and it also disturbed Ning Xiaoling's thoughts.
What would happen if I took over that sword... It seems to be called Onizuka. The name sounds very powerful, and it is better than this fancy broken sword.
Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but think about it for a while.
She sat for a while and collected her thoughts. Just when she was about to open her book and continue to delve into the connection between the two spiritual arts and swordsmanship, Yu Jin's voice sounded again: "Xiao Ling Xiao Ling, let's go feed the cat." Bar."
"Ah." Ning Xiaoling glanced at the lifelike senior brother she drew on the title page, reluctantly looked away, and said, "Go feed yourself, I want to read a book."
Yu Jin wondered: "But I'm afraid of the dark."
Ning Xiaoling stood up helplessly, felt under the table for a while, and said, "I didn't bring a candle."
Yu Jin said: "Don't your swords shine?"
Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while, then picked up the knife and walked out.
Spiritual power poured into the blade, and the blade glowed blood red, as if it were holding a lantern.
She walked in front holding a knife, and Yu Jin followed behind with a bowl of dried fish in her arms.
In a strange scene, they bypassed the large lake outside the mountain and walked into the dense forest where the cat was hiding. The girl knocked on the bowl.
The Fish King did not appear immediately.
It was hiding in the bushes and was frightened when it saw Ning Xiaoling's figure in white dress holding a bloody blade from a distance.
"This..." The Fish King was horrified. It was not like he had never seen this scene before.
That day in the Suzaku Divine Kingdom where the sky was filled with hellfire, Zhao Xiang'er, who was dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, held two slender famous knives in her hands, one cyan and one black. The cyan one was filled with spiritual power and its blade was as sharp as snow, and the black one was like snow. It is like blood.
How similar is this knife to the one in Zhao Xiang'er's hand
Then the sound of the girl banging the iron bowl became scary, as if this was her last supper.
After Ning Xiaoling and Yu Jin shouted "Listen" several times outside the bushes, the Fish King slowly came to his senses and walked out in a cat-like manner. The long battle with Zhao Xianger and Ning left a lot of shadows on its mind.
"Big Cat, dinner is ready." Yu Jin knelt down and handed over the iron bowl.
The Fish King looked at the girl who redeemed himself, gave a low cry to express his gratitude, then buried his head in it and began to nibble on the dried fish.
Ning Xiaoling rubbed its head and said, "Eat more. The more you eat, the faster the injury will heal."
The Fish King whimpered, indicating that he understood.
As it ate, it secretly thought that this was not charity, but income from labor. After all, it solved a unique problem for Ning Xiaoling this afternoon. I don’t know if this little girl has discovered it. If she has discovered it, she must be full of doubts at this moment, and she is still guessing who that extraordinary person is
Thinking of this, the Fish King felt filled with pride.
When the little girl found out that the person secretly helping her was actually a cat, she would be so shocked that she could not speak.
Thinking of this, the Fish King felt for the first time the joy outside of his practice. The dried fish in the bowl seemed to be more fragrant, but Ning Xiaoling's next words made his cat face suddenly become gloomy.
Just listen to Ning Xiaoling lamenting: "Oh, listen carefully, it's a pity that you are not a complete cat. Otherwise, Xiaojin and I will go shopping in Clothing Street in a while and buy you a beautiful little cat." The cat is back with you.”
"..." The Fish King bit into a small dried fish and raised his head with a cat face on his arm, "Meow..."
Yu Jin comforted him at the side: "It doesn't matter, this is fine. If you don't call me spring anymore, it won't be easy for people in the sect to find you."
Ning Xiaoling thought it made sense and nodded: "Well, it's a blessing in disguise."
The fish king listened to their discussion and showed his claws in anger.
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The Linggu Competition is approaching, but the atmosphere in the sect is much more relaxed. After all, this competition has nothing to do with most of them.
In the last seven days, Mr. Shuo Ling focused on instructing the disciples participating in the competition on the techniques of treasure hunting in the Ling Valley, striving to get a better ranking, while the other disciples took it easy for the time being.
There was a lot of excitement in the clan.
On the edge of Youyue Lake, many disciples even caught fish together.
Ning Xiaoling is also very anxious these days, because she finds that ever since she got this knife, it has been difficult for her to meditate.
Today she finally made up her mind to read a book, so Mr. Ling called her out and together they studied the terrain of Linggu and the secrets everywhere.
A few hours at a time.
After coming back, they had to accompany Yu Jin to feed the cats. Nowadays, there were many people at Youyue Lake, and it was very inconvenient for them to move.
Today, they sneaked into the woods by the lake, and were spotted by other disciples who stopped them.
"This is the only young member of the Yuling Sect who participated in the Spirit Valley Competition, Junior Sister Xiaoling!" Someone introduced loudly from a distance, fearing that others would not hear.
The others seemed to have seen the cherished life, and immediately put down their fishing rods and rushed over, greeting this beautiful little junior sister with a single seedling.
Yu Jin stood aside, holding a bowl of dried fish with no place to rest his little hand.
Soon, a disciple noticed her and asked: "Junior sister, what are you..."
Ning Xiaoling glanced at Yu Jin.
Yu Jin was silent for a moment, picked up a piece of dried fish, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Snacks."
Ning Xiaoling showed a sympathetic look.
In the end, Ning Xiaoling dismissed the disciples in the name of fishing, and Yu Jin secretly ran into the woods to feed the cats.
There were only a few pieces of dried fish left in the bowl.
The Fish King was obviously not full and whined a few times. Yu Jin felt that she understood. She picked up the cat and secretly took it out of the forest so that it could steal the fish from the fishing disciples' baskets.
But these days the Fish King has regained a lot of strength. Of course it is not satisfied with doing some petty theft. It pondered for a moment, made a bold decision, and then dived directly into the lake without anyone noticing.
Yu Jin couldn't stop it and worried about whether it could swim.
Ning Xiaoling, who was forced to sit quietly while holding the fishing rod, was shocked. The fishing rod in her hand bent in a large arc - a big fish took the bait.
Ning Xiaoling was a little happy and pulled it up with all her strength.
Then, Ning Xiaoling became more and more brave, and more and more fish bit the hook, each one bigger than the last.
Ning Xiaoling never thought that she had such a talent. Once, as soon as the fishhook touched the water, a fish as big as her bit the hook.
The other disciples watched in amazement and thought that the little junior sister was indeed the only seedling. She was really gifted. The fish couldn't wait to catch the bait before they even had time to catch it.
Ning Xiaoling was also extremely confused. Finally, she secretly opened her sword eyes and finally saw the underwater scene.
Every time she threw the hook into the water, a big white cat floated out of the water, holding a big fish that was unable to struggle, and directly put its fish lips on the hook...
“…”
Ning Xiaoling knew that Tingting was very spiritual, but she didn't know that it had reached this point.
She didn't dare to take the bait again, for fear that Di Ting would pack up the water monsters in Youyue Lake and send them up in anger.
In this way, Ning Xiaoling was annoyed by all kinds of strange things for many days.
A few nights before the Spiritual Valley Competition, she finally opened the book she had taken notes in, and she paused on the title page for a long time, then slowly turned back.
"This is… "
Then, Ning Xiaoling was stunned.
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"Who scrawled in my notebook?!" Ning Xiaoling sat up from the bed, held a lamp, sat wrapped in a quilt at the table, and looked at the words in the book angrily.
The strokes of those words looked like they had been gnawed by mice, and they looked out of place next to the beautiful regular script.
Ning Xiaoling propped up her chin, frowned and looked at it for a while, then said, "Here is Di Ting's writing brush. It's probably even better than this one!"
Ning Xiaoling flipped through a few more pages. The light was dim and she couldn't cheer up, so she didn't continue reading and closed the book directly, thinking that she must find the culprit in the future.
After that, Ning Xiaoling never thought about integrating spiritual arts with swordsmanship. What she did most every day was to meditate and get familiar with the black blood blade taken out of the secluded pavilion.
It was not until the last day that Ning Xiaoling was nervous and had some insomnia, so she took the book and flipped through it.
Those ugly words lightly passed before my eyes.
When he reached a certain page, Ning Xiaoling's hand stopped.
She sat up from her bed again.
"Picture of Qi Veins and Acupoints?"
Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but exclaimed in low voice.
She saw a blank page with a human figure outlined on it. There were many dots drawn on the human figure, and the dots were connected to each other with lines of different thicknesses, indicating some strange order.
Although this picture was also drawn crookedly, it immediately caught Ning Xiaoling's attention. Her fingertips touched the page and slowly swept downwards.
"Nine Qi, Three Mountains, Yun Mansion..."
Ning Xiaoling immediately understood the meaning of this picture. She sorted out the order of all the lines. Then, the problem of spiritual energy circulation that had troubled her for a long time was solved!
She immediately turned the book to the front, walked barefoot across the cold floor, sat upright in front of the desk, and recognized the words.
The heartbeat also accelerated.
The night is long.
The spiritual state of mind of the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the inner swordsmanship of the Yujian Tian Sect.
These two things, which were supposed to be unrelated, finally clearly showed the edge of mutual agreement in Ning Xiaoling's eyes.
They fit together piece by piece.
The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop, except for the sound of turning books every once in a while.
Ning Xiaoling's spirit was as tense as a string.
Finally, the three movements of white rainbow piercing the sun, ink rain pouring over the basin, and river flowing into the water, also found their suitable edges, and completed the entire outline bit by bit.
The booklet turned to the last page.
Ning Xiaoling took a long time to look away.
She slowly raised her head.
The candle on the desk swayed right in the middle of her eyebrows.
The candlelight suddenly enlarged in her eyes, occupying the entire line of sight. In the line of sight, there seemed to be two different figures dancing in the sky. One figure was light and agile, and the other was sharp and sharp. They each danced swords, In the end, the two people's movements cleverly matched each other and turned into a moving shadow.
The clear shadow fades with time.
Ning Xiaoling slowly came back to her senses, the candlelight still dancing calmly in front of her eyes as usual.
It seemed like nothing happened.
But Ning Xiaoling knew that her Zifu Qihai had changed inadvertently.
That kind of change was mysterious and unknown, and she had no time to do more fulfillment.
Who wrote these words
Ning Xiaoling was confused.
A senior with profound Taoism but ugly handwriting... Is there such a person in the Ancient Spirit Sect? Why would he help himself again
Ning Xiaoling immediately thought that the senior must have deliberately used his left hand to write because he was afraid that his handwriting would be recognized.
It's a pity that she didn't find out earlier... Ning Xiaoling thought with regret.
But regret was just a useless emotion. When she raised her head again, a hazy white light illuminated the window paper.
The Linggu Competition will begin today.
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At the ferry of Haiguo, Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiaojiu got off the boat safely.
The little girl stood in the middle of them, stretching out her two baby-fat hands, holding someone in one hand, holding tightly, for fear that she would get lost.
Lu Marian still couldn't accept the fact that she had a little girl for no reason, but such a well-behaved little girl called her mother every time, and a certain light in her heart was still ignited.
Ning Jiujiu took out the two black and gold invitation letters from his arms and said, "Do you want to go to the Dragon Mother's banquet?"
During the past few days of sailing, Ning Changjiu got a rough idea of the legendary life of the Dragon Mother.
She is the queen who has ruled the Sea Kingdom for three hundred years. She is the descendant of a true dragon born in the Sea of Destiny. She is a demigod close to the Five Paths. She is the prophet and helmsman of tsunamis and storms. She has no children, but she is known as The mother of dragons claims her own identity and has great prestige in the sea country. In terms of reputation alone, she is even as good as the head of the Eight Gods Sect.
The Dragon Mother's banquets of the Sea Kingdom have always been extravagant and luxurious regardless of cost, demonstrating the wealth and power of the Sea Kingdom. Those who can be invited to the internal banquet are all extraordinary people.
Lu Marian was not very interested in this and said: "There are two letters in total. What will Xiaoyue do if we join in the fun?"
Qiu Yue raised her little head and blinked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "She... maybe she can sneak in."
Lu Marian shook her head and said: "Forget it, we can't waste time. Let's go to Gu Ling Sect to find Xiao Ling earlier. Then we can go together to find the 'evil' in your mouth."
No one noticed that when she heard the word 'evil', a strange light flashed in Qiu Yue's eyes.
This luster was quickly replaced by innocence.
Ning Changjiu said: "Okay, let's stay in a nearby inn for a day, plan the route, and then go to the Ancient Spirit Sect together."
Lu Marry nodded in agreement.
Qiu Yue whispered: "But I want to go to the Dragon Mother's Banquet."
Ning Jiujiu was actually dissatisfied with this little girl, because originally he was supposed to hold Lu Wenwen's hand, but now he could only hold her.
"There are only two places in total. If you go to play, who do you want not to go?" Ning Jiujiu tortured his soul.
Qiu Yue said without hesitation: "Of course I will go with my mother."
She has clearly realized the status of the family in this small family.
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After entering the restaurant and ordering the food, Lu Married and Qiu Yue poured a cup of hot water for her to cover. Qiu Yue refused and insisted on her mother covering it with her hands. Lu Married and Qiu Yue smiled lightly and rubbed it softly. Holding her little hand.
Ning watched this scene for a long time and felt more and more that children were all devils.
"Are you going to steal your mother's wife from your father?" Ning Jiujiu said.
Qiu Yue raised her head and said seriously: "Mom is my father's wife and my father's master. I took one away, why don't I give you the remaining one?"
Ning Chang was silent for a while.
Lu Marian's eyes curled up, and she smiled and said, "I am becoming more and more suspicious now that this is your daughter. It would be better for you to confess earlier."
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "Hey, if there is a little married woman in the future, and the little married woman has the same mind as her mother, she will definitely be bullied by this sister."
"You speak freely!" Lu Marian's smile faded: "Don't be like this when you meet Xiaoling."
Ning thought about his junior sister's appearance for a long time, gestured with his hands, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling should be this tall now, right?"
Lu Marian held his hand and raised it higher. She said softly: "Without senior brother's meticulous care, Xiaoling will certainly grow up very quickly."
Ning Jiujiu nodded slightly.
The waiter delivered the dishes one by one, all of which were delicious sea feasts rarely seen in Nanzhou.
Lu Marian thought of the 'evil' thing again and asked, "Where should we go when we meet Xiao Ling?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Senior sister said everything has its own destiny."
Lu Marian said: "There must be a direction. Fate is not a given. If so, we only need to stay here and wait for fate to come."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently.
The senior sister told him that since the master had not made a new decision, he was not bound by an iron-clad destiny, and the certain destiny that the senior sister said was more like a coincidence that could only be encountered after repeated attempts.
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "Can we still find someone to ask for directions?"
Lu Marian said: "Apart from your senior brothers and sisters, who else knows?"
They were chatting, and the sound of conversation came from the dining table next door.
At the moment, the most hotly talked about thing among people in Haiguo is of course the Dragon Mother’s Banquet.
"I heard that the Sea of Luck has been uneasy recently, which angered the Dragon Mother. The Queen has now ordered monks to calm down the chaos in the sea."
"Oh, the Dragon Mother's Banquet is causing trouble, and those sea monsters are getting impatient."
"Yeah, especially this year."
"What happened this year?"
"This year is the Dragon Mother's 300th anniversary feast."
"Three hundred years... No wonder this year's event is so grand."
"Yes, it is said that the six leaders of Qin, Qi, Swordsmanship, and the Way will not only receive treasures individually this year, but will also answer any questions they may have."
Ning listened to their conversation silently for a long time, only feeling that the two letters were hot in the clothes.
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