In winter, just after New Year's Eve, the fireworks and night in the sky have been replaced by dawn, leaving only the endless wind and snow.
Ning Jiujiu crossed the clouds alone with his sword.
He stood on his sword, the wind howling in his ears. His eyes looked down at the earth through the vast wind and snow, and the whole world was like an embellishment on a long snow-white scroll, spreading into the boundless distance.
Gu Ling Sect had already left him.
The drunkenness from last night was still swirling in his mind, making him a little dizzy. The cold wind washed over his brows and brought him to consciousness bit by bit. He recalled what happened last night, but the corners of his mouth curled up and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "What a nonsense."
Last night, they tied Si Ming together in the room, bullied her, and forced her to say some shameful words to admit her mistake. After that, the three of them reconciled and drank and chatted around the stove. Lu Marian was the worst drunk, and soon Then he felt dizzy and forced himself to fight with Ning Jiujiu and Siming over the wine.
They are people who rarely drink alcohol.
Although Si Ming has a good drinker, she doesn't like drinking. She believes that wine is a cheap stimulation and a thing for ordinary people to forget their worries. Immortals can only taste it briefly, and it is not worth drinking. The reason why Ning doesn't like to drink for a long time is simpler. In his previous life, his second senior brother always drank and got into trouble, which caused him to be scolded by his senior sister.
So he and Siming seemed to be competing for wine, but in fact they were secretly thinking of ways to dump the wine without leaving any trace. They were pouring wine and talking at the same time, sipping and drinking, going back and forth for dozens of rounds. The conversation made their mouths dry and their lips almost cracked, but until the jar bottomed out, neither of them took a sip.
This is another kind of anger.
Lu Marian, who was drinking with them, drank stupidly. She couldn't understand why they drank so well, but she didn't want to lose face, so she kept holding on to one cup after another. In the end, he lost consciousness and lay down next to Ning Changjiu's ear, said something vaguely, then leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.
Ning Jiujiu carried Lu Marion to the bed, settled down to rest, and then in the name of closing the window, he casually flicked the tight beads made of wine from his sleeves to the window.
Si Ming used the power of time to cover up and evaporate the hidden wine in an instant.
The smell of alcohol filled the room like a fog.
The two sat down tacitly, chatting about past events and future plans. As a priest, Si Ming had extensive knowledge. She shared some secrets from the ancient times through her drunkenness, but most of those things could not be traced back to the past.
"Do you really want to go alone tomorrow?" Siming asked as dawn approached.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes."
Siming said: "Can you tell me the reason?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is a secret."
Siming smiled and said, "I guess it has something to do with your master's sect."
Ning thought for a long time and said, "Maybe so."
Siming said: "Your disciple has not contacted you for so many years. Has it forgotten you?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "I won't forget it."
Siming thought for a while and said: "That's right. With your talent level, you would be a first-class existence anywhere in the world. I even think that if you are given a hundred years, even the Sword Master may not be the best." He is your opponent. It will be very interesting to think about it if one day you return to the school and find that you are the strongest person in the school."
Ning Jiujiu smiled, knowing that Si Minghui had misunderstood. Siming thought that his Taoist temple was just a powerful hidden sect, but Ning Jiujiu still didn't know where in the world Unkuan was hidden. And where was the desolate place where his soul was trapped for a long time after his master killed him with a sword
He had thought about these things for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "I don't need to be better than my master, I just need to be better than you."
Siming's face suddenly darkened.
"Then you are also wishful thinking." Siming said coldly: "I will always become a priest again in the future. By then, Nu Wen will be nothing but a piece of cake for me. Unless you can become the Lord of the Kingdom of God, you will never be able to defeat me. "
Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head.
Seeing his self-deprecating smile, Siming's expression softened a little. She raised her wine glass, swayed the wine in it, and said, "I know what you are thinking. There is a broken divine kingdom hidden in your golden crow, right? Haha?" , but do you know that repairing a country is more difficult than building one, not to mention that the real sunlight has long been blocked."
Ning Jiujiu said confidently: "I don't need sunlight to defeat you."
Siming always felt that there was something in his words, so he responded calmly: "You are just like Lu Marian, you have a tough mouth."
Ning Jiujiu said: "After I leave, you are not allowed to bully Marry."
Siming smiled and said, "I will treat Marry well and kindly."
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The memory fragments of last night were already a little blurry. As the morning approached, Ning Changjiu hugged Lu Jiumou and slept for a while. After waking up, he gave Si Ming some instructions. Then he went to the small black room to meet the aggrieved Xiao Ling and handed over the collection authority. some matters. After doing this, he took out his sword and ran towards the Tianbang.
Ning didn't use his spiritual power to protect his body for a long time, letting the cold wind pass over his face and pour into his snow-white robe, taking away his warmth and freezing his body like a piece of ice.
He closed his eyes. Since the Sea Kingdom to the present, many accumulated spiritual insights have condensed in the sky above the sea of consciousness, turning into ice crystals, which rolled up into a blizzard in the sea of consciousness.
The coldness of the flesh alarmed the Golden Crow in the Zi Mansion. It screamed and flapped its wings, flying over the sea of consciousness, melting the fragments of memories.
On the sea of consciousness, the snow turned into rain. In the rain curtain, the shadows of Qiu Ziguan and Li He's swords changed, faded away little by little, and merged into their own.
This process is called "enlightenment" by ordinary ascetics.
But what Ning Jiujiu relies on is not enlightenment, but "refining". He treats all the experiences, moves, and fragments left in the sea of consciousness during the battle as real substances, and uses powerful spiritual power as a flame. Supplemented by the divinity of the Golden Crow, he borrowed the sea of consciousness as a furnace, incorporated it, refined it, and used it for his own use.
The sword has passed a thousand miles, and the feelings of Haiguo when playing chess melt away.
The sword passed two thousand miles, and the feeling when he was intercepted and killed outside Luoshu Tower melted away.
After the sword passed three thousand miles, the remaining insights of the five great monks in Luoshu melted away...
Ning Changjiu's spiritual platform becomes clearer and clearer.
The temperature slowly returned to the body.
He opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded.
These rare insights are rare treasures for ordinary monks, but for him they are just the icing on the cake, at most helping him to gain half a level of realm.
What's more, no matter how wonderful the perception is, it is just perception. To truly integrate it into the physical body, it will take thousands of battle experiences.
Ning calmed down his mind for a long time.
He knew it would take a long time to get to Tianbang.
Now that he calmed down, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have less than nine years left in his life.
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Ning Jiujiu didn't believe in destiny before Ye Ji broke his fate.
In his understanding, destiny is just the integration of countless choices. The so-called immortals are superior and control people's destiny, but they are just forcing people to make choices again and again that seem occasional but are actually inevitable. But immortals are also human beings, and the fate controlled by this kind of manipulation is still human life, which can be forcibly reversed and changed.
But destiny is an invisible thing.
There are countless forks in life. No matter how absurd and bizarre choices you make, you may fall into the trap of destiny, and what you will see in the end is the same ending.
Destiny is not determined by choice, which is the most terrifying thing.
So, are the shackles of fate on my body a 'human fate' dropped by my master, or a 'destiny' imprisoned by some invisible thing
Ning Jiujiu seldom thought about these issues. But there is heavy snow in the middle of winter, the world is far away, and when I am wielding a sword alone, boring colors are endlessly blowing on my face, and my mind can't help but touch these.
"Master, are you looking at me?" Ning Changjiu raised his head and said to himself to the sky.
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Not impressive.
In the towering high pavilion temple, under the heavy shadows of the gods, Buddhas, and the golden bodies of Shura, it seemed as if a heavenly wind was passing by. Thousands of snow-white gauze curtains danced silently, making the shadows in the curtains blurry and blurry.
The two largest statues of gods and Buddhas hold rules and regulations in their hands. One measures the world, and the other weighs the country. Each represents the criterion and balance, with a solemn look.
The golden light and candle flames merged into an untouchable stream of light. The stream of light fell on the white gauze. Between the endless gauze curtains, the silhouette of a woman was reflected.
This figure is covered with a faint golden light and is extremely beautiful, as if on a gauze curtain, God has exhausted all possibilities with billions of lines, and then wiped away all the remaining unnecessary lines, leaving only the most perfect one. .
The woman seems to be sitting cross-legged on the lotus throne, but her hair is like clouds in the shadow, but her true appearance is not visible.
She lowered her head quietly and looked at a shadow rising in the pool beside her.
The young man in white clothes in the shadow stepped on the sword, raised his head, and looked here, and his eyes happened to meet his own.
The woman was silent, her hands gently raised, and her fluttering sleeves seemed to be uncontrolled by external forces. They were light and fluttering, not drooping at all.
"If you can't see me, why bother looking at me?" The woman spoke softly. Her voice was extremely calm, like the wind that has been blowing in a deserted land for thousands of years. When it meets water, it turns into lotus, and when it meets fire, it turns into ashes. It is somewhere between loneliness and ashes. between.
The light and shadow dissipated, and the woman no longer looked at him.
After a long time, the door of the main hall opened gently, and a man in red clothes with a sword slowly walked in, and came to the curtain among the golden shadows.
"Meet the Master." The young master in red bowed.
He is the third senior brother of Taoist Temple.
He is good at painting and swordsmanship, and the two combined are unparalleled in the world. But he, who has always been carefree, was very nervous today.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since Master had summoned him. He knew that something big must happen today.
Mr. Third's etiquette was very stable and meticulous. He lowered his head, unwilling to look at the shadow cast by the curtain, for fear that if he took one more look, he would not want to paint in the next few years.
The female temple master spoke softly, and the fairy voice floated: "Your little junior brother has gone to Tianbang."
The young man in red learned about the whereabouts of the seventh junior brother from his senior sister.
He didn't understand why he hadn't taken it to Guanzhong since he had found it after more than ten years of searching. But since it was Master's intention, he couldn't ask more questions.
"Tianbang?" The young man in red frowned slightly: "Junior brother, what are you doing there?"
The temple master said: "You don't need to care about these, just wait for him."
"Waiting for him? Where are you waiting for junior brother?" the young man in red asked.
The master said: "In your building, you can go out to see him when necessary."
The young man in red frowned. His building... But it was clearly far away from the Tianbang. How could the junior brother come
He didn't ask any more questions and saluted, "Yes, Master."
The temple leader said: "Let me see your sword."
The young man in red said: "I don't dare to use the sword as a disciple."
The viewer said softly: "It doesn't matter."
The young man in red took hold of the sword and gently pulled it out of the sheath.
What he drew out was not a sword, but a long snow-white scroll.
The long scroll is like a river with gentle waves and endless flow.
The third senior brother is a real noble son. He has his hair tied up, his face is handsome and elegant, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his clothes are like fire, and his sword-drawing gesture is like a costumed actor gently shaking out his folding fan. The sword light was drawn out, and as he swung the sword, this long snow-white scroll continued to spread.
Wherever the long scroll passed, color immediately appeared.
The sword light passed over the desk, and the desk disappeared, turning into the pattern on the long scroll of sword energy. The sword light passed over the candlestick, and the candlestick disappeared. The bean-like candle flame danced on the long scroll of sword energy, becoming a vivid painting.
This is a real painting.
Wherever the sword energy passed, there was no destructive power, but everything disappeared silently and entered the painting constructed by his sword energy.
In the blink of an eye, the long snow-white scroll surrounding his body had transformed into a portrait of gods and Buddhas full of lights.
The long scroll danced around Mr. Third's red coat, making his brows shine brightly, like a woman's.
"That's enough." The female viewer said.
The viewer only asked him to sheath the sword and did not comment on the quality of the sword.
The third senior brother was slightly disappointed. He gently dispersed the sword energy.
The gorgeous scroll dispersed like smoke, and everything that was transformed into a painting returned to its original place.
His swordsmanship is an incisive use of the power of space, but it is completely opposite to Zhang Chengyu's paintings.
The third senior brother bowed and exited the temple.
When the third senior brother left, the senior sister in a green skirt walked in slowly.
"I've met Master." Senior Sister saluted as usual.
The spectator asked: "Shen Yu, what is the ending of the Lotus Heavenly Book deduction?"
The elder sister said: "The Lotus Heavenly Book has been deduced thirty-seven thousand times, but the ending is not good."
The viewer was silent.
The senior sister asked: "Master, do you want to give up the hunting country plan?"
The viewer said: "The hunting country plan is the only feasible way at present."
The senior sister nodded and said: "Disciple understands, but what we are facing is something that cannot be killed."
But she also understood that if she didn't kill that thing, it would swallow everything.
The observer said: "The reason why the hunting plan is feasible is because someone once approached it and left wounds on its body."
The elder sister asked: "Saint?"
The viewer nodded and said, "Yes. The saint is not really dead yet."
The senior sister did not ask any more questions, but instead asked: "Where is the junior brother? He has not yet reached the fifth path... only less than ten years, I am afraid it will be too late. Do you need me to pick him up directly?"
The temple leader said: "No need, I have asked the third and sixth children to wait for him."
The senior sister asked: "What about the hunting country plan?"
The viewer said: "The third country hunting plan is as usual."
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Ancient Spirit Sect, Jiuyou Palace, Throne.
Ning Xiaoling was lying on the throne, her nine cloud-like fox tails fluttering gently.
The Blood Sword Shen Tu was inserted on the right side of her throne, and ten lamps were lit around her.
The flames in each lamp have different colors, just like the demon eyes placed in the shrine.
The position of the lamps exactly matches the formation surrounding the throne.
This is the formation taught by Jiuyou, named after her, and is called the "Jiuyou" formation.
This is a formation that Ning Jiujiu has worked hard on for the past few days. It simulates a small ten-hall Hades. This small Hades gathers the densest power of authority in the world. These authorities will become the beacon of darkness in the world of light, attracting other underworld authorities that symbolize darkness to cross the light and come here.
Ning Xiaoling was sitting upright, wagging her tail, quite a bit of the majestic demeanor of Lord Ming.
On weekdays, Siming and Lu Jianjian would take turns coming to accompany her. She was happy when the master came, but she was always sick when Siming left.
She only hopes that she can work hard to save Hades, end all this as soon as possible, live a peaceful life, and be the treasure in the hands of her senior brother and master.
Accompanying her today is Lu Marian.
Ning Xiaoling sat on Lu Marian's lap, pulling a wooden box with her paws, and showed off: "Master, look, this is Xiaoling's reward for winning the Linggu Competition. I worked hard to find it myself. It's It’s not very impressive. Alas, I was just having so much fun the other day that I forgot to show it to my senior brother.”
Lu Marian said: "If we meet again, I will definitely be very happy."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I have already made plans, which ones will be given to senior brother, which ones will be given to master, and which ones will be given to bribe Sister Siming..."
Lu Marry smiled.
Ning Xiaoling said: "By the way, master, do you still remember? When you were guarding the edge of the abyss, I told master that if senior brother came back, he would definitely abduct another pair of sisters. You see, Xiaoling guessed it correctly Bar!"
Ning Xiaoling was still complacent about this, but Lu Marry's smile had solidified, and a chestnut fell down.
Ning Xiaoling held her head with her paws, looked at her master aggrievedly, and said, "Master, didn't you say at that time that as long as the senior brother can come back safely, it doesn't matter if it's not just two, but even ten or a hundred?"
Lu Marion said calmly: "I said that at that time because he didn't come back. Now that he's back, of course it's different."
Ning Xiaoling said weakly, "Master is really wise."
Ning Xiaoling asked again: "Senior brother, if you go to Tianbang and kidnap another little sister, master..."
The little fox stopped talking.
She raised her head and saw Lu Marry staring at her with an unkind expression.
"Master, I was wrong!" Ning Xiaoling immediately stretched out her paws, covered her mouth, and then wrapped her body with nine big tails.
Lu Marry smiled and stretched out her hand.
Ning Xiaoling's strange cry sounded again in Jiuyou Palace.
After Lu Marian left, Ning Xiaoling lay softly on the throne. She raised her head and looked at the authority coming from all directions, like a subject meeting a monarch, and she felt a little embarrassed to see them.
She missed her senior brother even more.
Ning Xiaoling slowly stood up and looked at the left hand side of her throne, which had small characters engraved on it. According to her senior brother, this is the motto he wrote for her.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the motto on the left side of the throne and read it out loud.
"There are nine heavens at the top, and nine springs at the bottom. I am the only minister of mortals and underworld."
Alas, I really need to type my words. Brother, do you still think you are good at writing
Even if you become Lord Hades, you won't be able to say such words, right
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When Ning Jiujiu came to Tianbang, it was already a month later.
The heavy snow has stopped.
Tianbang stands in the center of Middle-earth and is made up of countless towers. At a glance, there are many tall buildings of various colors rising from the ground, like a valley of intertwined rocks. In the center of the valley composed of tall buildings, a majestic and majestic building soars straight into the sky. The four walls of the ancient building are resplendent with dazzling words, but the doors and windows in between are all in deep black. At a glance, they look like countless dark holes. .
There are many people living in this area of towers.
They are all those who serve Tianbang.
The Tianbang is like Luoshu, almost like a spiritual creature flying from the sky. It landed here and has never been moved again. It is like a born wise man, giving out some mysterious predictions from time to time. The people in each arms of the Tianbang are responsible for interpreting the predictions given by the Tianbang. These predictions have certain rules. They may symbolize disasters, opportunities, or convey some unknown information.
Nowadays, scholars in various buildings on the Tianbang are particularly busy.
Because the Heavenly Ranking is about to once again announce the ten most powerful people in Middle-earth.
Every year after the list is announced, there will always be some trouble.
Fortunately, the person who is now on the Tianbang is a disciple of the Holy Pavilion, and it is Xiao Qiu who once refined the Heaven-Eating Destruction Pill. After he was defeated by Zhan Si, the eighth disciple of Jiange, his level reached a higher level, and he was about to directly cross the eighth floor of Ziting and reach the ninth floor. Some people even think that if Zhansi faced Xiao Qiu at this moment, he might be defeated by Xiao Qiu.
With him in charge of the top rankings, I think there are no young people who don't know how to live and die who would dare to join the rankings. It would save a lot of trouble.
Xiao Qiu felt the same way.
He came here on the orders of his master. He originally thought that sitting in the Tianbang was a glorious but boring thing, until he met a disciple of Jiange who came out of seclusion.
He regarded the battle with Zhansi as his own glory, and deduced it tens of thousands of times in his mind, and found many possible solutions. He thought that if he could improve his marksmanship in the future, he could fight with the disciples of Jiange again. Fight to rectify the name of the sect.
But those of the same age who can compete with him are only Jiange disciples.
Xiao Qiu sat in the war room of Tianbang, lowering his eyes and thinking quietly, his gun held straight to the side.
He is still half a month away from returning to the list. This should be a peaceful half month... It's just a pity that I can't see the ranking of the ten people in the world for the first time, and I don't know if my sect leader can still sit firmly on the sixth throne.
Xiao Qiu opened his eyes after meditating as usual. He stood up and walked out of the room, slowly coming outside.
He stood on the top of Tianbang, looking far into the distance.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something.
There seemed to be a violent and suppressed vibration in the distant air. This vibration is caused by the sword energy penetrating the air.
Xiao Qiu frowned slightly... He saw a black spot in the sky.
The black spot fell in the city, and then slowly moved towards here.
After getting closer, Xiao Qiu saw clearly that it was a young man in white.
He looks good, and his swordsmanship... seems to be passable. It's a pity that he probably didn't come to Tianbang.
In addition to the Heavenly Ranking, there are many small rankings here, each in charge of one side. Many smaller sects often fight for these rankings.
When the boy in white entered the city, many people noticed him.
It's rare for a new person to come, and the people on the list, despite their busy schedules, don't forget to place bets at the opening of the market, betting on which floor he will go to.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, and he slowly walked up the stairs.
He never stopped.
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(Thank you to the book friend Qiankun Wanyu for the reward! Thank you to the book friend Qiankun Wanyu for the reward! Thank you to the two book friends for your support and encouragement!)