Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jianjian felt ups and downs after hearing this answer.
Regarding the fallen king five hundred years ago, Ning Changjiu had made some assumptions in his mind, but he never thought that the fallen king was a saint.
The same is true for Lu Marion.
When she asked Si Mingzhi, she was just out of curiosity and thought it was a shocking secret. She never expected the answer to be so simple.
But this is also the blind spot of thinking.
But since the saint is already the supreme ruler of the country, why should he rebel? What is it that he is resisting
While they were thinking about it, Si Ming opened his lips quietly and said:
"There is still a Lingxu Pavilion on Canwang Peak in Middle-earth. A few months ago, I visited it when I was traveling alone in Middle-earth. However, the mountain is deserted and the pavilion is broken. The statue of the saint inside is said to be from China. The last one is made of earth, and there is a stone tablet next to it. It is said that it is the last words written by the saint in the hand of the saint.
Siming recalled slowly, his eyes falling between cups of tea, and his plain words seemed to contain other, hidden emotions.
Ning Jiujiu had countless questions: "Didn't it mean that the Lord of the Kingdom of God could not leave his Kingdom of God? How did the Saint come out? Was he killed by Lei Lao in the end?"
Si Ming listened to his doubts, rubbed his head helplessly with his index and middle fingers, and sighed: "My Kingdom of God was destroyed seven hundred years ago. You care about the saint, but you don't care about me?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled helplessly and asked, "Is it possible that you want us to help you restore your country?"
"That's not necessary." Siming said: "When the year of the Kingdom of God comes, I will feel it in my heart. As for whether I can go back... we will tell then."
She took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "As for your questions, it's hard for me to explain clearly. After all, I haven't witnessed what happened next, and all the origins are just my inferences. It is not a true iron law that the Lord of the Kingdom of God cannot leave the Kingdom of God. , it is said that now a certain king can use special magical means to leave his country. As for Lei Lao... "
Siming shook his head and said: "He broke into the divine kingdom of Lei Lao alone. I was shocked when I heard about this in Luo Shu, but since the saint can do this, I don't believe that Lei Lao can win and kill him. Among the twelve kings, Lei Lao is already the best in terms of combat power, but I always feel that the saint’s real goal is not to be the master of the Kingdom of God.”
"Not the Lord of the Kingdom of God?" Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked. The word 'Dark Lord' flashed across his mind.
The only person he knew who could be above the Kingdom of God was the Dark Lord who once covered the sky and blocked the return of the Six Gods of the Beginning.
Ning Jiujiu still can't imagine what kind of terrifying existence it must be to be able to reach such a level as the Dark Lord.
Is it... possible to defeat it
Ningjiu felt restless for a long time.
Siming nodded lightly. She didn't know much about the existence of the Dark Lord, but when she was a priest, she had real contact with the so-called "way of heaven". She had long forgotten what she saw behind the golden light, but the creepy shuddering feeling made her unforgettable to this day.
Lu Marian asked curiously: "Then which kingdom of God was Sister Xueci's place in the past? Doesn't my sister remember it at all?"
"I can't remember." Siming said, "But compared to this, I am still more curious about... the person who killed the king."
Siming didn't have any specific impression of that woman. She only slowly remembered that bright moon in the sky in recent years.
The majestic image of the moon penetrating the sky like a giant sword, and the world being filled with silver powder has always been her nightmare.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Siming Ningjing sitting on her knees and knew what she was thinking.
When he was fighting with Siming on the execution rack of the First Sin Lord, she knew that the death of the Divine Lord was a lingering black mark on her.
"What do you want to say?" Siming suddenly raised his head, looked straight ahead, and looked into Ning Changjiu's eyes.
"Nothing." Ning thought about the master for a long time and hesitated to speak. He slowly said: "I just want to ask, do you know the specific identity of the saint?"
Siming smiled and said: "Although I have not experienced that catastrophe, the identity of the saint is indeed not a secret. After all, among the twelve kings at that time, one of them had a realm far higher than the other eleven gods. of."
"Which one?" Ning Jiujiu couldn't hold back his curiosity.
Lu Marry and Ning Xiaoling stared at her intently.
Siming hesitated for a moment, but chose to say the name.
"he is… "
Si Ming's words came out.
Clang.
In the clear sky outside the window, a thunder suddenly sounded and fell through the sky.
Behind Ning Xiaoling, the lightning came earlier. The windows were like splashing gold paste, illuminated in a dazzling golden color. All the window paper burned out in an instant, and the overflowing current rushed into the house. All the porcelain and utensils in the room made sharp, sizzling sounds. They looked like twisted faces of imps, issuing threatening warnings to them.
Si Ming flicked his sleeves to disperse the murderous intent from heaven and earth, and Lu Jiaoyue spread her sword field to barely reflect the strong light.
Ning Changjiu immediately stretched out his hand to protect the little fox in his arms.
Siming remained silent.
After a long time, this thunderous thunder was completely eliminated.
"Are you okay?" Ning looked at them for a long time with a solemn expression.
Siming shook his head slightly.
Although this warning thunder was frightening, it also proved in disguise that his guess was right.
It's just that the identity of the saint seems to be far more important than she imagined... The power of authority has no blocking effect.
Ning Jiujiu smoothed Ning Xiaoling's hair, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Xiaoling."
Now Ning Xiaoling has an instinctive fear of thunder and lightning. Her hair is blowing up, her paws are weakly placed on her senior brother's body, and she is constantly trembling.
The talk about saints and kings came to a silent halt.
The existence of that level is far beyond their current realm that can be discussed.
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The next few days were very peaceful.
The dusk that enveloped the Ancient Spirit Sect has completely dissipated, and the sun is shining among the ten peaks for the first time in a long time. Across the mountain gate formation, I can only feel the warmth and warmth, forgetting that it is still winter.
The Fish King was lying at the door, with green vegetables in his mouth, his eyes green and his expression sluggish.
It watched Ning Xiaoling jumping around happily in the sun, sighed, and said, "Sister Ning, can you help me find Yu Jin... I want to go to Yu Jin's house to guard the door."
"You're not a dog, what kind of door are you looking at?" Ning Xiaoling said.
The Fish King said angrily: "I am indeed not a dog. How can a dog eat vegetables and leaves all day long?"
Ning Xiaoling said helplessly: "Who made you offend the benefactor sister? The benefactor sister is so powerful that even the senior brother is a little afraid of her... I have no choice but to offend Xiaodi and listen."
The Fish King sighed, swallowed a mouthful of green cabbage leaves, and lay on the ground as helplessly as if he had taken poison.
"Oh, Xiaoling, if you don't help me now, one day, when that woman bullies you, you will find that there is no one behind you." The Fish King said sincerely.
When Ning Xiaoling heard the word bullying, she subconsciously hugged her most sensitive tail.
She hesitated and said: "My benefactor sister is so kind to me, how could she bully me?"
The Fish King sneered, basked lazily in the sun, and stopped talking.
The disciples passing by looked at the vegetable leaves in the basin, and then at the white cat that looked like an old monk in trance, and they all felt admiration.
"I didn't expect that cats would start eating fast and chanting Buddha's name these days."
"It... is this Zen meditation?"
"What a weird thing."
"Ah, is this cat the one raised by Yu Jin's family? It's the cat that got perfect marks on the answer sheet..."
"It seems to be a bit similar to the one in the legend. How about you go to the Yuling lineage and ask?"
"What's the resemblance? Junior Sister Yu Jin's cat is fat. This one is so thin, it's obvious at first glance."
The Fish King listened to their conversation, his ears twitched, and he became more and more sad and angry. He thought to himself, try eating vegetable leaves for seven days...
The Fish King felt upset and just wanted to take a quiet nap, so he spoke in a dignified manner and recited: "Buddhism is boundless."
The cat spoke.
The other disciples were stunned.
The female disciple was the first to react: "A monster has entered the sect..."
She shouted and ran away.
The other disciples also dispersed in a hurry.
But the Fish King never felt sleepy again.
It slowly rose from the ground.
"Buddhism is boundless..." It recalled the four words it had just spoken unintentionally. It thought of a certain rumor and became more and more frightened.
The cries in the underworld echoed in my ears over and over again, seemingly never stopping.
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Behind the ancient spirit sect, there is abundant spiritual energy, hanging on the cliff and turning into a waterfall.
Lu Marian sat quietly by the pool, wearing loose snow-capped clothes and her hair hanging down her back. In the misty mist, her ancient and quiet figure swayed like a lotus.
She sat cross-legged, her fingers forming a gesture like a crane dancing in the air. Her eyes fell on the cliff with a slight doubt. She stretched out her hand, and the fingers on her wide sleeves were like fine pens, gently waving them down. In the blank space of the cliff, it seems to be solving a difficult problem.
At both ends of the waterfall, she carved the swordsmanship of the Yujian Tianzong and the spiritual skills of the Ancient Spirit Sect on one side, looking at the incompleteness between them, and looking for a way to piece them together into one.
Lu Marry had to admit that the founders of Mu Lingtong and Yujian Tianzong were indeed geniuses.
If Luo Shu Si Ming hadn't pointed out the flaw in her swordsmanship, she would never have realized that the swordsmanship she practiced was actually incomplete.
But now, even if the complete swordsmanship is in front of her, Lu Marry still can't find a solution to the problem in a short time.
Fortunately, Ning Jiujiu told herself that Xiaoling's sword skills were unlocked by the Fish King. Otherwise, as Xiaoling's master, she would be so embarrassed.
Although it is a virtue not to be ashamed to ask questions, she still wants to maintain her image in Xiaoling's heart, which has collapsed a lot.
But the more impatient you are, the more difficult the problem becomes.
The most disgusting thing is that even though I am meditating and cultivating, there are still people who always come to disturb me.
Behind him, the sound of thin grass rolling over came softly.
Even the roar of the waterfall could not cover up the sound.
A pair of snow-white feet passed by on the grass, stepping gently on the path paved with stone slabs. They had clearly walked in the dust, but they seemed to be walking outside the world, and their feet were unsullied.
Today, Siming is wearing a loose white dress, which is like a bathrobe, with bare arms and shoulders, and a piece of his beautiful back.
"Young sister Marry, haven't you figured it out yet?" Siming smiled lightly and sat down next to Lu Marry.
Lu Marian's clothes were decent and her sitting posture was elegant, which formed a completely different contrast with Siming's Qingmei appearance.
Lu Marry took a look at the white dress Si Ming was wearing today. The white dress was tight and only reached her knees. Her tight legs were shining brightly in the sun. Her bent toes touched the spring water lightly and floated lightly on the water. The floor is wet.
Not to mention anyone else, even Lu Marian's heart couldn't help but beat faster.
And Siming looked at the elegant woman next to him, and felt the shame on her cold face, which was pleasing to the eye.
The two people with impure thoughts sat by the waterfall.
Faced with Siming's question, Lu Marry didn't want to show weakness and said: "I have already understood it. At this moment, I am just wondering if there is any mystery in it. After all, Mu Lingtong is suspicious by nature, so I have to be more careful."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Siming suddenly said: "I just thought, two hours have passed. How can I not figure it out with my sister's wisdom?"
Lu Marry said calmly: "Sister Xue Ci is worried too much."
Siming stretched out his hand, tapped the faint mole in the corner of her eye, and said: "Young sister Marry is so successful, you dare to talk to me in this tone? Oh, that's right, when we were alone in Luo Shu , you are so obedient to me, and before Ningjiujiu came back a few days ago, you were also extremely obedient and obedient in front of me. Why did you become such a mistress as soon as your husband came back? "
Lu Marian was slightly ashamed when she heard this. She fluttered her eyelashes and defended: "It wasn't sister Xueci who lied to me in Luo Shushi. A few days ago... you humiliated me in front of Xiaoling. How can I do this?" give up?"
"Is it humiliating you?" Siming asked back, innocently saying: "How can it be? Do you still want to hide your long-lasting relationship with Ning from her? Anyway, we have to tell her sooner or later, so why not be more happy? Besides, Xiaoling doesn't I'm young, do you really think that you, the master, are smarter than that silly girl?"
"You..." Lu Marian was questioned by the other party, but she didn't know how to refute. Moreover, the other party's doubts seem to be reasonable...
Si Ming took advantage of the victory and pursued: "I always care about marrying my sister. There are many things I didn't say in front of Xiaoling. You should thank me."
"Shut up!" Lu Marian scolded.
"You?" Siming sighed: "Oh, I have helped you so much, but you can't even bear to call me sister. It's really chilling."
Lu Marry lowered her head angrily and didn't say a word.
Sister Xue Ci is certainly a senior in her heart and one whom she respects. But now that she knows many things between her and Ning Changjiu, it is difficult to call her sister again.
Siming said: "What's wrong? Are you angry?"
"No." Lu Marian said calmly: "How can I, an ordinary swordsman, dare to be angry with the priest?"
"Mortal sword?" Siming leaned forward gently and looked at Lu Jiayou's cold and soft face.
Lu Marry closed her eyes and practiced, meditating on the swordsmanship, unmoved by Si Ming's frivolous behavior.
Si Ming looked at her shiny ears, came closer, and exhaled like a orchid: "How can there be such an ordinary sword in the world? I'm afraid it's not a thief who has taken the skin of a fairy. Come on, peel it off and let me see what this body is like." Which fairy cave did you steal it from?"
Warm and moist air sprayed on Lu Jiaojian's earlobes.
Lu Marry's body trembled slightly, but she saw that Si Ming was already close to her, his fingers bent like hooks, showing a ferocious look, like a wolf rushing towards its prey.
"Hey, stop making trouble..." Lu Marian reached out and pushed her away.
Siming grabbed her finger and held the soft jade finger in his hand.
Lu Marian was very helpless and thought to herself, Sister Xueci, you have lived for more than a thousand years, how can you be more childish than Xiaoling
"Ah..." Lu Marry suddenly called out.
In the meantime, Siming gently took the fingertips of her right hand in his mouth, pressed them under his lips, and bit them lightly with a charming smile.
Lu Marian's pretty face turned red and she wanted to withdraw her finger: "What are you doing..."
Si Ming relented and said with a smile: "Now that your husband is back, these delicate jade fingers have no use. It is a pity."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Lu Marry clenched her silver teeth, completely angry.
She had an idea and wanted to activate the seal, but Siming had anticipated it and used his realm to suppress her thoughts.
"You... Ning will never let you go for a long time." Lu Marian's words were a little aggrieved.
Siming said: "I am encouraging you to practice hard and enter the Five Paths as soon as possible."
"Liar." Even though Lu Marion said this, she was actually inspired. As long as she can enter the Five Paths once, she will no longer have to be bullied by Siming... This idea sounds like a conflict between the little girl's family, but it is her sincere belief at this moment.
The two people's thoughts were going back and forth, and Xiao Ling came jumping up and down.
In the past two days, she has gradually adapted to walking on four legs, jumping up and down like an arrogant rabbit that is about to be caught by an eagle at any time.
"Master~"
Ning Xiaoling ran in happily, her nine tails wagging happily.
Beside the waterfall, Ning Xiaoling stopped.
She looked at Si Ming's beautiful figure in a white dress and took two steps back in fright, "Sister benefactor, you are here too..."
Siming looked at her with a smile and said, "Xiao Ling, you are here."
Ning Xiaoling shivered, her nine tails shrunk into one, and she hid them silently under her belly.
Si Ming looked at her appearance, smiled, and waved: "Come here, sister won't scratch your tail."
"Oh...sister, you keep your word." Ning Xiaoling was doubtful and was forced to walk over.
She looked at Master's slightly red cheeks and realized that Master could not protect herself.
"Xiao Ling, I have seen you running around outside these days. Even if you have become a little fox now, you can't stop practicing." Siming ordered.
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and admitted her mistake: "Yes, I understand."
Siming glanced at Lu Marian and said, "There seems to be some problem with your master's understanding of sword moves. Please help your master."
"No problem." Lu Marion denied immediately.
Ning Xiaoling also said: "Master is so powerful, how can it be my turn to teach?"
Lu Marry was noncommittal.
Siming said: "Then I will test Marry. If you don't pass, I will teach you a lesson for your husband."
Lu Marry stared at her in protest.
If he really followed what she said, he would lose all face in front of Xiaoling.
Now that Ning is not around for a long time, do we really have to let her dominate...
Lu Marry was quite helpless.
Ning Xiaoling was very protective of her master. She begged, "Sister benefactor, stop bullying master. Just beat Xiaoling."
As she spoke, she stood up straight and spread her soft, fluffy little paws.
Siming squeezed her hand and said with a smile: "I will never hit your master's palm."
Ning Xiaoling nodded blankly, thinking that she had misunderstood her benefactor sister. Let's just say that her benefactor sister was such a nice person.
Lu Jianjian did not allow Siming to continue talking.
She immediately stood up and prepared to leave.
"Where are you going to marry?" Siming asked.
"Practice your sword." Lu Marian said calmly.
Si Ming did not stop him.
Anyway, she won't be able to break through the bottleneck of the Five Paths in three to five years. Even if it is broken by then, she will have returned to the Kingdom of God long ago. If she dares to come up for revenge, she is still no match for me.
Siming thought that everything was as expected.
After Lu Marian left, Ning Xiaoling realized that she was alone in Siming's hands again.
"Sister benefactor..." Ning Xiaoling had a bad premonition.
When she was a child, she heard from fishermen that some Buddhist believers always like to release some fish and turtles, but some people always do bad things with good intentions and throw in some fish and turtles that should not belong to this fish pond, and those from outside Fish and turtles are usually extremely ferocious, and local small fish and shrimps are no match at all. As a result, the originally harmonious environment was broken, and the entire fish pond suffered.
Now, Ning Xiaoling finally realized the true meaning of this.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Amidst the roaring sound of the waterfall, Ning Xiaoling's screams kept ringing.
Lu Marry pretended not to hear, and quickened her pace to leave with guilt towards Xiao Ling.
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In front of the huge light curtain of Jiuyou Palace, Ning stood quietly for a long time. Countless books were spread out in front of him. These books were placed in stacks according to certain standards.
Ning Xiaoling was freed recently and spent a few days playing carefree like a wild fox. But as a senior brother, he cares more about his junior sister than his junior sister.
He has been reading these files all night and day.
In his spare time, he could even imagine Si Ming setting fire to his own backyard. It's just that things have priorities, and there's nothing he can do about it.
Most of the files placed on the table are information about the sects under the Ancient Spirit Sect.
The Ancient Spirit Sect is the largest sect in charge of the Netherworld. There are countless smaller sects under it, all over China, each with its own name. They all rely on the Ancient Spirit Sect. This can be regarded as one of the ways for Zong to spread his influence in China.
And these sects, whether large or small, hold some authority to a greater or lesser extent.
Ning Jiujiu listed their locations and the number of authorities one by one.
He rubbed his head, feeling a little headache.
There are a huge number of these sects, originating from various places in the Middle-earth. Even if they were to go through them all, it would take a year. Moreover, due to the distance, the records of many sects are vague and may need to be re-checked.
What to do…
"Tianbang..." Ning Jiujiu thought of the legendary Tianbang in Middle-earth.
As long as you win the Tianbang, you can publish a speech. Tianbang has the magical power to make this sentence known to everyone in the world.
This is the only and fastest method that Ning Jiujiu can think of at the moment.
He put down the roll.
Those who keep the list in the sky list are all famous disciples of various sects. Previously, the eight disciples of Jiange issued an order to accept disciples and keep the list for three months. The whole Middle-earth talked about it for a long time after dinner, guessing who was born in Jiange. reason.
It seems that this time I can only go by myself.
I don’t know who my opponent is.
Ning Jiujiu leaned on the back of his chair and stared at the light screen, his mind constantly turning over what Qi Ming had said before.
Once the secrets about the Kingdom of God were known, they rolled over in his mind endlessly, like a nightmare.
Especially the being who was called the 'Dark Master' by Hades.
Was it the dark master who really killed the saint back then
How does the Dark Lord exist in the world now
Could it be...
Ning Jiujiu and Siming both had the same answer.
He sighed and forced himself not to think too much.
It's time to go see Marry and Xiaoling.
Ning Jiujiu stood up.
He accidentally touched the almanac in his hand.
He straightened the almanac without hesitation.
This is the Shenzong calendar, which is different from the folk calendar. It will automatically turn pages as the sun and moon go by, and the solar terms, bad luck, pros and cons, and the movement of the stars on that day are all clearly depicted.
Ning Jiujiu's eyesight froze slightly.
New Year's Eve is approaching.
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(Thanks to the book friend Master Shengguang for the reward of the helmsman + the hero!! Thanks to the book friend Naming Really Trouble 1 for the reward of the hero! Thank you to the two book friends for the reward and encouragement and love for this book~? clatter.)