Ning Jiujiu has left.
Liu Xiwan stood on the spot, her forehead was messy, her eyebrows were as bright as a peach blossom, and her crimson cheeks made her look like she had fallen into the dust of the world.
Liu Xiwan quietly stretched out her hand, wanting to rub her behind, but as soon as she touched it, she retracted it like an electric shock. Her cheeks turned redder, her body tensed, and her teeth rubbed hard against her lips, almost wanting to bite her. Bleeding threads. She took two steps back and reached out to hold the wall. She didn't know what she thought of, but her slender legs were trembling, making it difficult to stand steady.
Ning Jiujiu, this evil man... was actually killed by him...
The spiritual power quickly dissipated the pain, but the phantom pain was like arrows, constantly passing by the lake in the heart, the feathers of the arrows vibrating, leaving shadows of shame.
After a long time, she turned around and slowly slid down against the wall. He slowly sat on the ground, then curled up his legs, wrapped his cloak around his knees, and huddled up in the corner, like a cat taking shelter from the cold. He looked aggrieved.
She covered her head and felt that her mind was very confused... She was clearly not like this in the past. Why couldn't she keep calm when she saw Ning Changjiu
She raised her head and looked at the snow outside the door.
Ning Jiuchuan should have already gone upstairs.
How should I choose to stay or stay
She should leave, but Second Senior Sister... Well, she suddenly missed the days in Ning Changjiu's body. Although the days were dangerous at that time, at least she didn't have to think about too many other messy things. Although she was free now , but there are always lingering worries and concerns in my heart. For example, she still doesn't know why Jiange accepted her as a disciple.
"It turns out that this is the natural dependence of weapons on people."
After thinking for a long time, Liu Xiwan thought she had figured it out, and she whispered: "So just break this sense of dependence?"
She thought slowly, waiting for the order to come from the Heavenly Ranking, waiting for the news of her defeat in the first battle to spread throughout the Middle Earth.
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Ning Jiujiu walked through the suspended golden stairs and climbed to the top of the Heavenly Ranking.
The top of the Tianbang is like a crystal-carved palace, reflecting the brilliance and covered with white snow, like a colorful fairy palace suspended in the sky.
This kind of rich and magical beauty is out of balance with the style of the entire ancient building. It is like the top of a crown made of bronze, inlaid with a gem with countless facets.
Ning Jiujiu walked on the snow. He was not attracted by the sacredness and beauty of Tianbang, but he couldn't help but think of the last expression of the sword spirit. As he lamented the unpredictable fate, he couldn't help but rub his palms.
Ahead, Tianbang opened the door for him.
In the gorgeous palace building, the door is dark and dark without a trace of light. This kind of darkness is different from what Hades brought to him. This kind of darkness is more like **, as if it will stick to the soul and wash away the soul as long as it is touched. Can't wash it off either.
Ning Jiujiu frowned. He stayed at the door for a moment, and then stepped into the darkness.
Feet on the ground.
After he entered the darkness, there was a sound of the door closing behind him, and then, lights lit up in front of his eyes. Those lights came from the surrounding walls. They were like candle flames, but the candle flames did not tremble, but more like glowing stars. of gems.
The contrast between the inside of the palace and the outside is equally great.
Ning Changjiu looked around. It was an old-fashioned room with a new wooden floor and square and thick furniture. The furniture was dark and lit by candles placed on it, like a square. The fish pond is filled with dim light. The house was very large, and the rooms were separated by wooden boards. It stretched for an unknown amount of time. There were curtains hanging between the rooms. The curtains were very old and had dark yellow edges. Behind every curtain, there is always the illusion that there is someone standing there.
Ning Changjiu looked around, and there was still a smell of wood lingering on the tip of his nose.
This was different from what he had originally imagined.
Ning Changjiu walked in the direction of the candlelight and gently opened the curtain.
Behind the curtain, an old man stared at him with green eyes.
Ning Jiujiu was on guard and looked at him, not surprised.
"Are you Bang Ling?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes."
Ning Jiujiu felt slightly strange.
The old man said: "Come with me."
Ning Jiujiu followed.
The old man's back was a bit hunched, he had club feet and a strange walking posture. He looked like a bulky old turtle, hobbling towards the next room.
Ning Jiu could sense his breath.
That kind of aura was revealed inadvertently and had nothing to do with his old age or ugliness. He could feel that if he was against this old man, he might not even have a 10% chance of winning.
This frightened him. Perhaps this is also the case, so Tianbang can keep the rules.
In front of a door, the old man stopped and said, "Go in."
Ning Changjiu stepped forward, the old man stepped back, and their figures quickly distanced themselves. Ning Jiujiu turned around and saw that the old man had disappeared. He opened the curtain in front of him.
Behind the curtain is another old man. This old man looks very healthy and energetic. His hair is not completely white. The muscles exposed in his clothes are strong and contain strength.
Ning Jiujiu discovered that this old man was also stronger than himself.
"Who are you?" Ning asked for a long time.
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Ning Jiujiu discovered that he had a stutter. He stumbled about his identity and told Ning Jiujiu that he was also a Bangling.
Ning looked at him puzzled for a long time and didn't ask any more questions.
The old man didn't like to talk, so he led him forward.
Just like before, after the next door, the old man disappeared silently. Ning Jiujiu picked up the curtain, and there was an old man behind the curtain. This old man was ugly, his eyes had been gouged out, and there were only two miserable holes.
He also calls himself Bang Ling.
After that, Ning Jiujiu saw an old man with half-broken ears, an old man with a cleft lip, an old man with mutilated hands and feet... He was led through a door.
Every old man was disabled, and their disabilities became more and more serious. In the end, Ning Jiujiu opened the curtain and looked down to see the old man's head.
It was a man with only half of his body. He was lying on the ground and walking with his hands as support, as if the lower half of his body was growing under the floor.
"Everyone before was lying to you. I am the leader." The old man said, holding hands together and walking forward.
Ning Jiujiu endured the chill in his heart and came to the next curtain with him.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know what Bang Ling meant by arranging so many disabled old people to welcome him, but he had a hunch that this was the last curtain.
Ning Jiujiu opened the curtain.
There was an old man standing behind the curtain. The old man was not blind, dumb, or hunchbacked. He didn't even show any breath, which gave people a feeling of bottomlessness.
"Are you also a leader?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The old man looked like an old-fashioned teacher. He clenched a fist in front of him with one hand and clasped the other behind his back. He spoke smoothly: "Well, I am the real Bang Ling. Everyone before was lying."
"Why did they lie to me?" Ning Jiujiu couldn't be sure who was telling the truth, but the list was getting more and more weird.
The old man sneered: "Because they dare not face their own unrecognizability."
Ning Jiujiu didn't know what this sentence meant.
"Come with me." The old man glanced at him, spoke slowly, and finally began to introduce the Tianbang in a serious manner: "The Tianbang is the condensation of spiritual energy flying from the sky. It takes root in five thousand years and takes root in three thousand years. The living beings will later encompass the earthly world and encompass all things. By observing the stars and sitting on the path, one can know the events of the past and present."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why does Tianbang have such abilities?"
The old man said: "In your eyes, what is the Heavenly List?"
Ning Jiujiu found it difficult to answer this question.
Tianbang has a terrifying ability. It can convey a message to all parts of Middle-earth in a short period of time, making it known to the whole world. This alone is difficult to explain.
But the old man was not stingy and gave the answer directly: "Tianbang is a big tree."
"Big tree?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
The old man nodded and did not continue. He took Ning Changjiu to the depths.
They both stopped at the same time.
In front of Ning Changjiu, a piece of paper and a pen were simply spread out.
"Write down what you want to announce to the world." The old man said.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Is it that simple?"
The old man nodded and said, "Well, truly grand things are often simple."
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to have any confrontation with him, so he picked up his pen and started writing.
This is an order issued by the Ancient Spirit Sect, and the order is issued by all the sects in the world that control the power of the Netherworld. He blatantly wrote the news that Lord Ming was about to recover, exaggerated it and then threatened it. He also made a promise with countless secrets that were not passed down by the ancient spirit sect, and set the time limit to three months. If not within three months, Give back the power, and the Lord of the Underworld will take away all the power by force, and you will be responsible for the consequences.
His signature was Zhang Jiu, the deputy sect leader of the Ancient Spirit Sect.
He drew up the order and handed it to the old man.
The old man didn't take another look, just took the order and folded it up.
Soon, this order will be spread together with the news that he has defeated Xiao Qiu and the fourteenth disciples of Jiange.
Ning Jiujiu didn't expect those sects who were far away from the sky to obey orders. He just wanted to save most of the time. Even if there were some sects who were lucky in the end, he would have enough time to visit in person.
"Okay, the order for the guest list has been drawn up. Please come back." The old man said.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep look at the old man.
He turned around slowly and walked back the way he came. This time, there was no one behind the curtain. The old man was very 'attentive' and always stayed by his side.
"What you see and hear in the Tianbang cannot be told outside. This is also one of the rules of the Tianbang. No matter who comes, everyone must abide by the rules, otherwise they will cause huge disasters." The old man warned.
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement and asked, "Will you receive every visitor like this?"
The old man shook his head and said: "That's not the case. The way we receive each guest is different."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then what is the basis of the reception method?"
The old man said: "No comment."
Ning Jiujiu walked to the door.
The old man saw off the guests and was about to turn around and leave.
"Are you a Tianbangbang spirit?" Ning Jiujiu confirmed again.
The old man seemed a little impatient: "Yes."
When he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed a terrifying aura. This aura was like a sharp line between them. It seemed that if Ning Jiujiu opened his mouth again, this line would cut him in two. .
The old man faced him and backed away like a ghost. His face was solemn and rigid, with no trace of human vitality or spirituality.
He slid backwards and slowly entered the darkness.
The moment he entered the darkness, I don't know if it was an illusion. Ning Changjiu watched his body being instantly dismembered by the darkness. His limbs, facial features, organs, and bones were like a collapsed mountain of flesh, sinking into the darkness like a thousand cuts. abyss.
"I'm beyond recognition."
This sentence was like a mantra, echoing in Ning Changjiu's mind.
The lights went out one by one.
The light slowly dimmed, and silence returned to the surroundings.
Ning Jiujiu pressed the door with his hand. He hesitated for a while, but still couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart. He turned around and said seriously to the darkness:
"I've met your sister."
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Hundreds of people were standing on the snowy street. The academics who had not liked to join in the fun for a long time also opened their windows and looked towards the golden tall building covered by the sky. They were watching the downward stairs, expecting someone to appear.
The second senior sister in the black and white sword uniform stood on the top of the tallest building second only to the Tianbang in the wind and snow. She held her hands behind her back and looked into the distance with her sword on her back. She looked very graceful.
She has been at the so-called pinnacle of swordsmanship for many years, and she is confident that her swordsmanship is as good as anyone else in Middle-earth except her master and senior sister.
Among the four disciples at the front of the sword pavilion, any one who leaves the pavilion can be said to be invincible in the world.
She has such confidence and arrogance.
Although the Fourteenth Junior Sister has the favor and true inheritance of the Sword Master, in general, she still accepts disciples on her own behalf. Since he is invincible, his disciples should also be invincible.
But there was still no result appearing upstairs.
She didn't want to wait any longer. As an unparalleled expert in Jiange, even if he comes to the human world, he should be alone in the snow and be shocked. But now, she has stayed here for too long, and too many human eyes have fallen on her.
And she always felt that there was also disrespect in these seemingly awed eyes—someone was expecting a miracle to happen and wanted to see Jiange make a fool of himself.
"Hmph, I haven't won for so long. It's no use that I'm so nice to you!" The second senior sister was very angry and whispered to herself: "No matter you lose or win, I will never forgive you."
After saying something angry, the figure of the second senior sister flashed and disappeared from the top of the tall building.
No one could see clearly how she disappeared.
The next moment, in an unmanned room in the teahouse, a woman's figure appeared. She was sitting among the camellias, her eyes were cold, and she was already thinking about how to teach the junior sister a lesson later.
She poured tea and drank it, feeling increasingly irritable.
On the street, Xiao Qiu always stood in the snow, and the wind and snow piled on his shoulders, making his already serious injury even more serious.
Among the rest, many people began to waver in the myth of Jiange.
Xiaoqiu stands from day to night.
The passers-by gradually dispersed.
The result never came out.
"What on earth is little junior sister doing in there? Does she want to spend the night in there? Huh, you used to yell all day long about not being a woman, but now you see a wild man and can't move your legs? Wait until you come back and see if senior sister is not twitching Your ass.”
The second senior sister also lost her patience. She couldn't help but want to directly use the sword to enter the ranking. She was confident that this mere ranking could not block the sword in her arms.
But the rules of Tianbang are small, but the rules of Jiange are big. She didn't want to be punished by her senior sister for being impulsive.
The second senior sister sighed.
She walked downstairs and returned to the casino in an instant. Before anyone could react, she took off her hair crown and placed it on the gaming table.
This scene shocked many people.
"Mr. 2..."
Many people can no longer stand it. If Mr. Fourteen loses, who will dare to take the sword and crown of Jiange? This is tantamount to slapping Jiange in the face. Although Jiange has been hidden from the world for a long time, anyone who is a little older knows the past when the Sword Master killed all the way through the middle-earth and defeated no one who dared to use the name of Sword Master again. .
The second senior sister said: "If I win, I can just get the sword crown back. There is no need to give me any worldly things."
Someone asked cautiously: "What if your junior sister loses?"
The second senior sister turned her head and looked stern. The person who asked the question met the second senior sister's gaze and almost felt like his heart was splitting. The second senior sister spoke coldly: "Little junior sister, there is absolutely no possibility of losing. The sword of Jiange is indomitable. The longer the battle drags on, the greater the possibility of victory."
These words instilled confidence in many people who were worried about Mr. Fourteen at the moment... Yes, the myth of Jiange has been unbreakable for hundreds of years, how could it be broken by a young man with an unknown reputation? Maybe Mr. Fourteen accidentally struck him hard and beat him to the point of death. Because he was afraid of breaking the rules of the Heavenly List, he was working hard to treat him and prevent him from dying.
They thought they had negotiated a reasonable explanation, and were ashamed of their previous doubts about Jiange.
Xiao Qiu stood in the corner and put his cold hands into the hot water basin. He raised his head and looked at this outstanding woman, whom he had only heard of in the past. He still couldn't help but ask: "If Mr. Fourteen really loses, So what? The sword and crown of the Sword Pavilion are too hot to touch. Looking at the entire Middle-Earth, not to mention me, I am afraid that no one would dare to take them."
These words also speak to the aspirations of many people.
The second senior sister said coldly: "Whoever dares to pick it up can pick it up. If you don't have the guts, I will take it back myself."
There was anger hidden in her words, and Jiange's anger silenced everyone.
Xiao Qiu didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He lowered his head and soaked his hands, thinking who would dare to take it... He immediately thought of the young man named Zhang Jiu.
Vaguely, he sensed that something big was about to happen.
His heartbeat accelerated. He slowly raised his head and looked around the people in the room with an uneasy heart. The emotions of the people were flipped in his eyes, like a colorful picture, full of whispers and depression. He once again had the feeling of being alone. While the others were still discussing the outcome, he had already seen the hidden corner of the waves behind him.
He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and hid his emotions.
He didn't know where his feeling came from. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that maybe it was just his confidence in that boy - almost pathological confidence.
Xiao Qiu's heart was also burning. He desperately hoped that Zhang Jiu could win. By then, if he failed, his sect would not pursue it excessively.
He is also waiting for the results.
The second senior sister walked out of the door in silence and looked at the wind and snow.
…
Liu Xiwan was wrapped in a cloak, hiding in the command building, looking out through the side of the door.
She was also anxiously waiting.
She was particularly afraid that the senior sister outside the door would suddenly poke her head out, look at her like a devil, and ask about her victory or defeat.
After all, in the entire sword pavilion, the senior sister was in solitary confinement, and the second senior sister became lawless. As the saying goes, if the senior sister wants you to die at the third watch, how can she keep you until the fifth watch
This... Sange seems to be coming soon.
Liu Xiwan held her face in her hands and looked downstairs and then upstairs.
Why would you rather not come down for a long time
What on earth is he doing up there? Why does it take so long to write a list... Could it be that there is some peerless beauty on it
Apart from this, Liu Xiwan couldn't think of anything else to keep him here.
But she didn't want to leave. Although she lost, she still wanted to ask him a few more swords. She wanted to know the real gap between them, so that she could win back in the future.
Finally, there was the sound of stepping on snow at the top of the stairs.
Liu Xiwan's expression was shocked. She wrapped herself in a cloak and raised her head, only to see Ning Changjiu walking down the stairs.
He remained silent and looked a little strange.
Liu Xiwan frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Why did it take you so long to come?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't know what he had experienced, and his face turned pale in the cold wind.
He walked into the command building, glanced at the sword spirit sitting on the ground, and closed the door.
"Liu, Liu Xitian." Ning Jiujiu called her name.
"It's Liu Xiwan..." Liu Xiwan stood up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "Help me."
Liu Xiwan frowned, thinking that since she was a sword spirit and a beautiful girl, would the ranking spirit on that day's list be as good as her... Could Ning Jiujiu have been hollowed out by that ranking spirit
Liu Xiwan stretched out her hand to support him, but felt that his hand was cold, hmm... was it weak
The sword spirit looked at him strangely, but took off his cloak and put it on Ning Jiujiu.
Ning Jiujiu subconsciously wrapped his cloak tightly and leaned against her body.
Liu Xiwan whispered: "What are you going to do! Men and women can't have sex!"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm a little tired, don't leave tonight, take care of me for a while."
"Are you... is it true that Cheng Ning is sick?" Liu Xiwan was very surprised.
Ning sighed for a long time, unable to explain much, and said: "Anyway, you will be paid."
Liu Xiwan snorted coldly: "You poor guy, I don't know you yet? What kind of reward can you offer to impress me? My senior sister is still waiting for me... She should be relieved of her anger now, I have to go back."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I will teach you how to defeat me."
"Um… "
He said it very sincerely, and Liu Xiwan admitted that she was indeed a little moved.
She was still hesitating, but saw that Ning Jiujiu had passed out in her arms.
At the same time, Tianbang's order was finally conveyed.
…
The second senior sister walked from the snow to the teahouse, and then walked from the teahouse to the roof.
She lost her hair crown, her hair was hanging loose and looked messy.
This was something she had never experienced since her mastery of swordsmanship.
"Wan'er, you have no idea what kind of opponents you, or Jiange, will face in the future. In a place like this, you will encounter ups and downs. How will you reach the top of the sword in the future and become an agent of God's will?" The second senior sister sighed softly.
She jumped downstairs.
The casino was noisy and brightly lit.
When they saw Second Senior Sister coming in, many people immediately shut up, not daring to disturb her peace.
After the second senior sister lost her hands, it seemed like a thousand years had passed. She was not worried about the outcome of the younger junior sister.
Just as the second senior sister was about to go upstairs, she suddenly stopped.
She looked out the door.
All the spiritual lists lit up.
Not only that, but the spiritual lists all over Middle-earth also lit up soon after.
This is a sign that Tianbang issued an edict.
Have the results finally come out
"I think the junior sister will publicly issue an order to apologize to me for winning at this moment." The second senior sister was still proud.
Although the process was painful, she was not worried about the results.
Everyone listened attentively.
The order came and chanting sounded outside the house.
After the first sentence, the originally calm expression of the Second Senior Sister immediately changed her expression.
"The Ancient Spirit Sect has ordered all the Netherworld members in the world: From now on..."
The words at the beginning were very short, but they were like thunder exploding in people's hearts, and the entire casino also exploded.
Even though Xiao Qiu had expected it, when the result actually came, she was stunned for a long time.
The second senior sister stood in the middle of the field.
The crown and sword were placed on the table beside them, glowing in the lamplight.
She felt like she had been slapped on the face, it was burning and painful.
The Tianbang was still being recited, but the figure of the second senior sister had disappeared.
She first appeared on the snowy street, and then appeared under the Tianbang. She directly pointed her sword to break the restrictions on the Tianbang, and climbed up the stairs with her sword.
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(Thank you to the book friend Zi Saishang for the reward!! Thank you to the book friend for your strong support~ Moma)