Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiaojiu: "..."
Siming looked back indifferently, looked at the stunned Taoist monk standing there, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You have come to my sect and you still don't want to pay homage to the sect leader?"
Ning Changjiu, who came in the snow and wind, looked at Si Ming's innocent face, was silent for a while, and asked: "When did you take office? Where was the original sect leader?"
"The original sect mainly sacrificed the lives of the Manchu sect to establish the kingdom of the underworld. His virtue is not worthy of his position and he should not be in charge of Jiuyou Palace." Si Ming said quietly.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What about the elders in the sect? Can the older generation obey you? Or do you..."
Siming said calmly: "How could I do that thing of massacring the sect? Don't judge the goddess with your ordinary mind."
Lu Marry said doubtfully: "Then why... so quiet?"
Siming said: "Before I came, the elders and uncles in Jiuyou Hall and several surrounding halls had been killed by Hades. Their bodies were broken, their power was taken away, and they were turned into the nourishment of Hades. That Hades is like Taotie, he won’t stop until he’s full.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What about Xiaoling?"
"Ning Xiaoling..." Siming's figure paused slightly. She suppressed her smile and sighed softly: "Come with me."
The formation of Gu Ling Sect is still there. It is not like the blizzard outside. The sky is full of ice and snow. There are several peaks stretching for miles. In the lingering light of the evening sun, the ground is covered with green and yellow grass. At dusk, the sky and earth are empty and lonely, approaching Jiuyou. The peaks of the temple are barren of grass. On the cliffs, rich spiritual energy hangs high, turning into liquid water and flowing down.
The glow between the mountains of heaven and earth is like a heavy fog.
Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jiaojiao discussed many possible things along the way.
But when they finally arrived and looked out from the cliff, they discovered that this Shenzong was so open and quiet.
"This is the Yuling lineage." Siming introduced: "There are ten lines in the Ancient Spirit Sect, and each line is a peak. As far as I know, Ning Xiaoling originally practiced in this Yuling lineage."
"At the beginning?" Ning Changjiu was shocked.
Siming nodded gently, and she waved her hand gently. The dusk fog shrouding the Xiansuo Suspension Bridge was like an open curtain, and the sea of clouds under the mountain peaks was billowing. At this moment, it was all dyed by dusk, and it looked like a fishy sea. Abyss of color.
Siming said bluntly: "Ning Xiaoling suppressed Hades."
Ning Jiujiu met Lu Jiaoyou's eyes lightly, and all the ominous premonitions and thoughts in his heart came true at this moment.
Si Ming stood on the suspension bridge and said: "It has been almost a month since Ning Xiaoling fell into the underworld. If he really dies, it is a foregone conclusion. There is no point in hurrying."
Ning Jiujiu hummed softly.
Siming said: "I have sorted out all the files about Hades. They are in Jiuyou Palace. If you are interested, you can come with me."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Just tell me the conclusion directly."
Siming said: "Aren't you afraid that I will deliberately harm you?"
Lu Marian said: "If my sister wants to harm us, why would she save us so many times along the way? When I first saw you wake up, I knew it was my sister who was kind-hearted."
Si Ming's beautiful eyes were quiet. She stretched out her finger and gently poked Lu Yuanxi's forehead, saying: "When you need me, you will be my sister. When you don't need me, you will be my mistress? When I first met you At that time, I thought you were a kind-hearted silly girl, but I didn’t expect that you would become so bad now.”
"I... have always admired my sister." Lu Marian's eyes flashed and her words were sincere. She said: "Sister also saved Xiao Ling's life. I guess she also favors Xiao Ling, right?"
Siming thought to himself, if I hadn't been bullied by you before, I would have believed your pitiful appearance.
But Lu Jiansheng’s sister is still very useful...
She said coldly: "You can follow my sect leader."
…
They did not go to Jiuyou Palace, but to the wooden hall of the Yuling lineage.
"This is the place where Xiaoling used to study." Si Ming led them to a wooden table, pointed at the word 'Ning' engraved on the table, and said: "These are her books, these are her notes , the handwriting on the back is very sloppy, it doesn’t look like it was written by a single person.”
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why did you bring me here?"
Siming said: "Don't worry, I know you are eager to save people, but if you don't understand your junior sister, how can you get her soul out of the underworld?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I understand Xiaoling."
"Really?" Siming smiled and said, "How long have you known each other?"
Ning was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "Six months."
Siming asked again: "How long have we been separated?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Two years and eight months."
Siming stopped asking questions and said nothing.
Lu Marian looked at the small words written in the book and couldn't help but think of Ning Xiaoling's white skirt. During the two years that he waited by the Southern Wilderness Abyss, Xiaoling often came to see him. She often tells herself some stories about what happened in the Four Peaks. Every day she tells herself how many buildings have been repaired in the peaks and which one is being repaired recently...
Later, all the buildings were repaired, and Xiaoling's words became less and less. Her face was still childish, but her eyebrows seemed to hide her thoughts.
She never asked, and she never took the initiative to talk about it.
Mrs. Bai's authority has always been in Xiaoling's body... Does Xiaoling know this
Lu Marry felt guilty in her heart.
Ning Jiujiu sat down on Ning Xiaoling's seat and closed his eyes.
Siming said: "I have sent people from the Yuling lineage to his peak. It is very quiet here now, which is a good time to think about when you have figured it out and when will you come to Jiuyou Palace to find me."
Ningjiu nodded.
Lu Marry also smoothed the hem of her skirt along her legs and sat down on a chair nearby.
Siming grabbed her wrist and said, "You come out too."
"Why?" Lu Marry asked softly.
Si Ming said: "Although you have the body of a divine weapon, you have no real authority. Even if you have cultivated to the fifth path, you will have a narrow escape from death if you enter the underworld. Don't take risks, let alone be stupid."
Lu Marry believed her words. She nodded lightly, folded her hands on the wooden table, pursed her lips and lowered her head, and whispered: "Then I... sit down for a while."
Si Ming did not force himself, turned around silently, pushed the door open and walked out.
Ning Changchun and Lu Marry sat in the empty wooden hall, the dim light filled their sleeves. They were like classmates sitting next to each other, with their eyes closed and silent to each other, as if they were keeping some secret in their hearts.
Ning Changjiu's mind sank little by little.
His spirit slowly unfolded in the sea of consciousness.
The entire wooden hall is clearly reflected in the spiritual world.
After experiencing the Luo Shu incident, his understanding of spiritual power has entered a new level. The spirit is like another pair of eyes. The world it sees is extremely real, and it can even see oneself in this world.
Ningjiu felt the remaining atmosphere in the wooden hall for a long time.
Half a year ago, Ning Xiaoling arrived at the sect for the first time. She was assigned to the Wood Spirit lineage and sat in this window seat. She was always staring at the lecture table intently. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window was, it could not compare to Mr. Shuo Ling's lecture.
Her hands were resting on the wooden table like this, with the notebook pressed under her left wrist. Her right hand holds a pen.
The books on her left were stacked very high today, as if they were trying to cover up something.
She... opened the notebook, came to the first page, and started drawing...
This painting... Ning Jiujiu opened the book mentally and his eyes fell on the first page.
Although she couldn't recognize it, she definitely painted it as herself.
He rolled back.
Notes and diaries are interspersed. In some places, the handwriting is neat and delicate, and in other places, it is messy, as if it is deliberately not recognized. He could only barely recognize some of those words.
He rolled over to his back and paused slightly.
What follows are some self-questions and answers about the swordsmanship of the Yujian Tianzong and the spiritual skills of the Ancient Spirit Sect.
These two spells are like puzzle pieces.
Ning Jiujiu felt the fit between their edges, and gradually fell into trance.
He seemed to be the girl sitting here, looking at her notes and thinking hard.
Ning thought about it for a long time and finally had some clues. The messy and ugly words behind it were involved in the sea of consciousness.
Behind the words, there is half an iconic cat footprint.
cat? Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked, thinking that as Gu Ling Sect was so big, it wouldn't be surprising if there was a cat clan monster hiding in seclusion.
If he is really a great demon of the cat clan, he is probably a kind and cute cat. After all, not all cat monsters in this world are as cruel as the Fish King.
The notes were slowly turned over, and Ning Xiaoling's thoughts were flowing through his sea of consciousness.
The evening sun always shone impartially on the side of his face.
Ning closed his note for a long time, and looked around slowly with the sea of consciousness as his eyes.
In the spiritual world, the remaining fragments of the surrounding disciples were condensed into a complete image, and the sea of consciousness simulated their daily appearance. They were walking back and forth, talking, and the surroundings were no longer lonely.
There is a single table at the end of the wooden hall. The table looks very abrupt, with cat hair scattered on it, and the smell of a demon still lingering on it... Well, it's a bit familiar.
Do cats also have to accompany disciples to class
Ning Jiujiu's gaze turned around and he looked to his side.
Beside him, a girl wearing an apricot-colored expensive silk skirt sat with her elbows on her elbows, looking at Ning Xiaoling who was writing seriously, and spoke softly. Ning Xiaoling responded from time to time, with an occasional smile on her pretty face.
She should be Xiaoling's friend.
The clues in the wooden hall were extracted bit by bit. Ning looked at the scene for a long time, and his spirit gradually peeled away from the surface and went straight to the depths, looking at Ning Xiaoling sitting here from a new angle.
They are meant to be united forever.
After a long time, in the dusk that never changed day and night, Ning Jiujiu finally opened his eyes.
When she opened her eyes, Lu Marry was still sitting next to her, looking at her tenderly.
There were only two people in the wooden hall. They looked at each other quietly, and no one looked away.
"Are you ready?" Lu Married asked.
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu said.
Then, they came to Ning Xiaoling's room.
The structure of the room is very familiar, much the same as that of the Yujian Tianzong.
Ning Jiujiu sensed her daily life, and the remaining fragments slowly came together in his mind, outlining Ning Xiaoling's appearance after two years of separation.
"Let's go, it's time to take Xiaoling home." Ning Jiujiu turned around and walked out of the house.
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In the Nine Nether Palace, Si Ming was sitting in front of Hades. In front of her was a dark desk, and beside the desk lay an ancient cow with an hourglass in its mouth.
Si Ming was pouring tea when Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjian came over.
She knelt and sat on the bamboo mat, her naked and slender breasts resting on the back of her hips.
"Are you ready?" Siming poured water into the cup and spoke softly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Okay."
Si Ming poured the tea, put his sleeves in front of his knees, and spoke slowly: "Underworld is the ruins of Lord Ming, and there is also a spiritual world at the bottom, but it is different from Luoshu Tower. After Lord Ming died, there became After entering purgatory, the creatures who fall into purgatory will endure endless calamities and suffering, and those with a weak will will be lost there forever."
Ning listened quietly for a long time and asked, "What should we do?"
Siming made a gesture, telling him to sit down opposite him.
Ning sat down for a long time, picked up the tea and took a sip.
Si Ming said: "The process is not difficult. You need to have the authority of Lord Hades, and then go into the depths of hell to wake her up from purgatory."
"The authority of Lord Netherworld?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. He took out the Netherworld Immortal Scroll from his arms and unfolded it gently.
Siming said: "There is only one copy of this immortal scroll, and you are the only one who can enter the Hades Palace."
Ning Jiujiu hummed.
Siming stroked the fox fur around her neck and smiled softly: "Of course, you must also be mentally prepared. It's been a month now, and your junior sister has most likely been swallowed by the underworld and turned into a demon. You may be a little ghost, or you may get lost in purgatory and become a lonely soul, never to return to your own body. In short, if you really can't do it, don't force it, otherwise if you can't come back, Marry will misunderstand that it was me who harmed you. "
Ning Changjiu looked calm. He drank all the tea that Si Ming poured and said, "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion."
Siming pressed the mechanism on the wall, and the precision mechanical mechanism advanced layer by layer. The gate to Hades opened, and the light curtain rippled.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but think of the time when he came to Duanjie City.
He took the Nether Immortal Scroll into his mouth, stretched out his hand, touched the light curtain, and then his body sank into it.
Lu Marry watched Ning Jiujiu disappear. She remained silent and knelt down beside the table, wringing her hands.
Siming looked at her and smiled: "I read the secret history of the sect, and it's a coincidence that more than 400 years ago, the sect master of the Ancient Spirit Sect and the sect master of the Yujian Tian Sect were a Taoist couple. I didn't expect this. More than four hundred years later..."
Lu Marry raised her head, her eyes slightly resentful.
Siming poured tea for her and said with a faint smile: "Pray that your husband can come back safely, otherwise history will repeat itself."
Lu Yaoyao took the tea cup and took a tasteless sip, feeling worried.
"Are you worried?" Siming asked.
Lu Marian nodded and said, "How can I not be worried?"
Si Ming's words seemed like a prophecy: "Don't worry, even if he dies, he will definitely not die here now."
Lu Marry thought of the twenty-eight years he told her.
His previous life ended at the age of twenty-eight. Outside Duanjie City, Ye Zhi also said that he could only live until the age of twenty-eight. There is a devastating calamity there that transcends the light cone of his destiny.
Although there are still many years to go before that day. But the years of a monk always come quickly.
She put down the teacup and said, "Thank you, sister."
Siming smiled and said, "Call me Lord Sect Leader."
Lu Marian looked at Siming's pretty face and thought to herself, this person has lived for thousands of years, how could he still be like this... Lu Marian thought like this, but she didn't realize that after thousands of years, Si Ming, Only then did he finally transform from a cold and heartless priest into a lively and moving creature.
"I understand, Lord Sect Master." Now that she doesn't have a husband to rely on, Lu Marian is very docile.
Siming opened the lid of the teapot, used his spiritual power to take out a bowl of water, and then used the water as a pen to draw gently on the table.
At first Lu Marion thought she was drawing a chessboard because she drew a square rectangle and then dotted a little bit on each corner.
Then, Si Ming also painted dots in other places like a drop.
"Is this China-Earth?" Lu Jiaojian understood.
The four seats are the four fairy towers in Middle Earth.
"Yes." Siming's jade finger pointed at Luoshu Tower in the southwest, and then drew a straight line along Luoshu Tower to the right: "Along this line, there is Dianhuan Sect, Guling Sect, and Xuanhai Tower. They happen to be connected in a line, isn’t it strange?”
"Why is this?" Lu Marion asked.
Siming said: "This is what I discovered recently. I found that the locations of some large buildings or sects seem to follow certain graphic patterns. Well... they are very square. I don't know the specific reason. After all, Middle-earth is very different from what I first saw back then.”
"Difference? What difference?" Lu Jiaoyou was confused.
"Yes." Siming said: "Not only Middle-earth, but this world seems to have a... change that I can't describe."
Lu Marry said: "It has only been less than four thousand years since the six gods of Taichu fell. In such a short period of time, there have been countless ups and downs, and there are always many secrets buried underground."
"Maybe." Si Ming responded.
Lu Marry remembered something and asked, "By the way, what happened in Duanjie City back then?"
Siming smiled and said, "What? Your husband is not here and you want to expose him?"
Lu Yuemou shook her head gently and said: "No, I want to know about the gods, what exactly happened in the City of Boundaries back then, and what happened to the headless gods and the like?"
Siming said: "My sister is starting to care about this too?"
Lu Marian said: "You have to face it."
Siming thought for a moment and said, "That's right."
As she spoke, she wiped away the water stains on the case with her hands and said: "It's simple to say, seven hundred years ago, my Lord God was beheaded. The process of the Kingdom of God's collapse took a long time. , Five hundred years ago, Ye Zhi and I were demoted to the Duanjie City under the Kingdom of God, and we traveled until this year."
"The Lord of God..." Even though Lu Yujian had heard about it, she still felt terrible.
Siming said: "Well, he is one of the twelve, but since this incident happened, it has been an unknowable secret. Even my memory has been obscured... Not to mention it is me, even the other God Lords I don’t know about this either. Alas, who is the person who killed the Headless God and how did she do it? This is what I want to know most in my life."
The Kingdom of God is already the pinnacle of power. Apart from the illusory way of heaven, what other power can overwhelm the Kingdom of God
Siming couldn't think of an answer no matter what.
Lu Marry asked again: "What about the saint from five hundred years ago? At that time, wasn't there also a god who died?"
"Well, it is not the same as the Headless God. The fall of this king is an open secret among the top leaders of the Kingdom of God. Unfortunately, my Kingdom of God had already been destroyed by that time..." Siming sighed: "But I I guessed it from the records in Luo Shu."
Lu Marry looked at her curiously.
Siming smiled and said: "I know what you are curious about. After experiencing Luoshu Tower, you should also know that the last year of that war was the year of Lei Lao. So, the king who fell five hundred years ago, The only possibility is that it’s Lei Lao.”
Lu Marry nodded lightly.
Siming said: "But if my guess is correct, Lei Lao is still alive. The dead God Lord is someone else."
"Why?" Lu Jiaojiao was puzzled: "The battle between the saint and Lei Lao was the first head-on battle between the gods and the Lord, and it was also the last. If a god had died before, who killed it? Or was it Lei Lao? Is it the scapegoat? Or is it the way of heaven..."
"Shh." Siming made a silent gesture and said, "Don't make any assumptions about the sky. The way of heaven is not really illusory. It not only has eyes, but also has a torturer walking in the world."
Lu Marian nodded slightly and did not continue.
Siming said: "About the king... When Ning Jiujiu comes back, I will tell you all my guesses."
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When Ning Jiujiu fell into darkness, in the sea of consciousness, the Golden Crow had awakened and hissed loudly.
The Golden Crow symbolizes the light of the sun and is the divine bird entrenched in the sun. And what Hades refers to is the invisible darkness.
The Golden Crow is a natural enemy that possesses the source of struggle.
Ning Jiujiu did not suppress the Golden Crow. After he fell into the darkness, the Golden Crow flew out. Wherever its figure passed, there were endless golden afterimages. These afterimages are golden fireflies in the darkness, biting and swallowing the darkness and turning it into the original light.
The evil spirits that had been roaring in their ears all moved away from the Golden Crow's golden fire.
He is like a golden meteor piercing the underworld.
He crossed through the dark sea like eternal night and came to the palace of Hades.
In the palace of the underworld where rubble is suspended, phosphorus fire serves as a candle.
The continuous figure of the Golden Crow was like a knife, cutting a huge wound in the darkness... The wound was slowly closing behind him.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the rubble floating in the underworld, his heart skipped a beat, and he hesitated for a while before walking into the palace.
The eternal unity that had been severed for many years was like a young silkworm spitting out a thin silver thread, gently connecting them between them.
He knew that Ning Xiaoling was right ahead.
His steps were a little slow.
This is not a fear of being close to home, but a worry about the unknown of life and death.
He walked into the Hades Palace and looked forward.
The steps stopped completely.
In the dark hall, the girl was wearing a simple and elegant white dress, sitting on the stone steps, with a red sword lying across her knees. She was sitting upright, as if listening to a lecture in a hall.
Her face was still pretty, but most of her childishness had faded away, replaced by the elegance and beauty of a girl.
She sat quietly without opening her eyes, unaware that an old friend was coming.
But Ning Jiujiu knew that she was sitting here waiting for him.
This waiting has lasted for thousands of days and months.
Ning Jiujiu walked to her, leaned down, gently hugged her soft body into his arms, and then hugged her like a little daughter.
Her soul had been away from her body for too long, and her body had lost its temperature.
Ning Jiujiu carried her to the throne.
He pulled the beautiful corpse of the Dragon Mother off the throne and threw it to the bottom of the steps. Then he carefully wiped the throne, held the girl's petite body, and placed her in the huge seat.
He looked at the girl in the Netherworld Throne with soft eyes.
Ning Xiaoling sat in it, as if she was sleeping and would wake up at any time.