The shadow of the Changhong Sword hangs high in the clouds and cannot be seen by anyone looking up.
Ning Jiuchuan Tathagata was like when he came, sleeping in the open air, covered with stars and moon, but the sword under his step kept ringing, and he was very excited about this long-distance flight that he had not seen for a long time.
Ning Changjiu took a bird's-eye view from his sword, and saw the wilderness, forests, and cities passing by one by one. In the undulating mountains like dragons, the customs and landscapes of the world were changing. Three days later, a series of relatively familiar small towns came into view.
I haven't been to Zhenning for a long time, I just glanced at it briefly when I went back and forth between Luoshu Tower and Guling Sect.
His spiritual power was gradually exhausted, and a strange throbbing suddenly occurred in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he folded his sword and returned, flying towards the small town.
The rainbow light in the sky became thinner, and he landed quietly on a broken bridge outside the town, without stirring up any dust.
Ning looked at the town shrouded in darkness for a long time. This town is the same as what we have seen in the past. The walls are high and thick, and there are watchtowers and sentry towers everywhere. I guess the folk customs must be strong, and the villagers are also good at killing monsters with a hoe.
Ning watched it carefully for a long time and found nothing strange.
The midday sun fell behind me, and the water under the bridge was filled with sparkling waves.
Ning Changjiu lifted his feet and landed, shrunk down to the entrance of the town. He took out a document with the emblem of the Ancient Spirit Sect and handed it to the town guard. The guard had never seen such a high-level fire pattern. But they only resist monsters and demons, and rarely hinder humans.
Ning, dressed in a green shirt, walked into the town for a long time.
Lime walls can be seen everywhere in the town, and there are piles of rubble everywhere on the ground. The strong salty smell comes from the animal meat that the townspeople hang on their doorsteps. The style here is very different from the original style of Liantian Town. Liantian Town was full of poetry, but here it highlights the barbarism.
The young man in blue shirt walked through the town and attracted the attention of many people. On the roof, a little monkey who was helping an old farmer repair his house also cast a curious look.
Ning Jiujiu didn't pay attention and just moved forward based on his intuition.
Gradually, the number of people around became sparse.
After the small town, Ning Jiujiu saw a slowly flowing river. The river was filled with driftwood and algae. The water was filled with broken gold. Among the swaying water plants, an incomplete shadow of the Buddhist temple was outlined.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and saw the ancient Buddhist hall.
This Buddhist temple is a two-story building. The wooden doors and wooden posts are all spliced into regular rectangular shapes. The wooden structures around it are indeed slender and exquisite. They have been washed away by the years and the paint has faded. , looks like an old eucalyptus tree trunk.
Ning looked at it quietly for a while. There was no aura of demons or masters inside, and the chanting came out calmly, without sadness or joy.
Ning Changjiu crossed the bridge and walked into the Buddhist hall, just like an ordinary pilgrim.
Entering the Buddhist hall, he stopped. His eyes couldn't help but look to the corner - there was an old man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes.
Ning Changjiu knew he was crazy the first time he looked at him.
The old man raised his head, but his eyes were so bright that he didn't look like a madman.
The monk from the temple just came out of it, and Ning Jiujiu asked about the old man.
The monk told him that this was an old man who came from the west. He was carrying a rotten wooden staff. When he got here, his feet were worn to pieces. No one was willing to take him in, so our temple kept him out of compassion.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "From the west? How far to the west?"
The monk thought for a while and said: "Someone came to see him. It is said that he was his son, and he came to take him back."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Isn't he going to leave?"
"Yes." The monk replied, "He said he didn't know his son and wanted to stay here and refused to go back, so his son gave the temple a pension and left alone."
"Where is his son from?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The monk replied: "It seems to be near Dianhuan Sect."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently and said, "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."
The monk asked: "Do you know him?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I don't know him. I came here to burn incense and seek luck. Suddenly I saw this old man and I was a little curious."
"Seeking fate..." The monk nodded, looked at his empty hands, and said: "Incense is sold at the door. Do not burn it with incense from other places. The Buddha will not recognize it, and it will not work well if you burn it."
Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.
He bought several bundles of incense and burned them for Xiang'er, Marry and Xiaoling. They paid respect to the gods without kneeling down. Seeing his generosity, the monk came to sell the new incense. Ning Changjiu declined with a smile, walked out of the temple and came to the old man.
He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him.
Ning Jiujiu confirmed that he had never seen him before, but for some reason, he always felt strangely familiar.
"Am I right?" The old man looked at him and suddenly spoke steadily.
Ning was puzzled for a long time, but he thought about it for a while, followed his answer, and said, "You are right."
The old man's madness seemed to be aroused: "If I am right, then the world is false! The world is wrong!"
Ning Jiujiu frowned, puzzled by the mystery, and thought, "What if you are wrong?"
The light in the old man's pupils suddenly dimmed. He was stunned for a long time and said in a hoarse voice: "If I am wrong, then where is this? How can I be here?"
The old man looked up at the sky and looked squarely at the sun, his pupils not afraid of light at all.
Ning Jiujiu vaguely felt that there was something hidden in his words, and asked again: "Where are you from?"
The old man was confused for a long time, and after identifying it for a long time, he raised his hand, pointed to the north, and said, "That's where I come from."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently, pointed in another direction, and said, "Your son said that you are from the west."
The old man's words were extremely firm. He pointed to the north: "Where I come from."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then what are you doing here?"
The old man said: "I forgot something very important. I want to... find it back."
"Where did you lose something?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"In the darkness!" the old man said firmly, his face full of pride: "There are secrets in the darkness that only I know!"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What is it? I can help you find it together."
The old man smiled foolishly and suddenly burst into tears, saying: "I can't remember it. I think I can get it back, but... I don't have time."
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
Ning Changjiu suddenly sensed a breath from the old man's body. It was a breath that was too mysterious to describe, like dandelions flying up to the sky, or like white clouds falling into the depths of the sea.
This mysterious and moving aura is far above Ziting...
The peak of the Five Paths? !
Ning Changjiu felt greatly shaken.
But... no matter how you look at him, he is just an ordinary old man, without any spiritual power, and he only looks like he is seventy or eighty years old.
But what's going on in this realm
The old man seemed not to notice anything unusual.
He looked at the sky and kept saying to himself like crazy: "If I am wrong... If I am right, if I am right, if I am wrong... If I..."
Ning stood beside him for a long time without speaking.
At a certain moment, the old man seemed to wake up from a dream, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "I am right! I must be right!"
Clang.
a bolt from the blue.
The previously bright sky suddenly started to rain heavily. The monks came in from the door and complained about the moody weather. They glanced at Ning Changjiang and asked, "Donor, please don't stand outside in the rain. The Buddha's light cannot shine outside. It’s easy to get cold after getting caught in the rain, uh... Donor?”
Ning, who was wearing a green shirt, stood there for a long time.
His shoulders were wet from the rain.
The monk came over and was about to speak, but suddenly he was stunned.
In front of the young man, the old man was lying on the ground, motionless.
"He's dead." Ning Jiujiu said.
The monk came back to his senses after being stunned and said: "Well, dying may be a kind of liberation for him. I have been learning Zen for a short time, and I can't recite any wonderful principles. When the time comes, I will ask the master to come over and recite it completely. Please use this scripture to transcend and pray for him to have a better future life."
Ning looked at him for a long time, and after confirming several times that he had seen correctly, he calmly said: "He died three months ago."
The monk was startled. The spring rain whipped on his back, and the chill suddenly aroused goosebumps all over his body. He quickly raised his palms and recited the words Amitabha, and said in a trembling voice: "This is an important place for Buddhism. Please don't scare people."
Ning stood in the rain for a long time without speaking.
The monk felt more and more something was wrong, thinking that the madness was not contagious... He immediately hunched over and ran back to the temple.
Ning looked at the old man for a long time.
He just failed to prevent the old man's death.
Because he was indeed dead long ago... But if he was dead long ago, then who was living in his body during these three months? Who is the madman who just talked to me
Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and touched his heart.
The sense of consonance has disappeared without a trace.
The rain came and went quickly.
When the monk came out of the temple again, the figure of the benefactor in green had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the old man lying cold and lonely on the ground.
The monk raised his head and saw a rainbow hanging over the temple.
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Ning Jiujiu had already left with his sword. He searched the old man's body with the secret technique of searching for souls, but could not find any useful information.
He was an ordinary person, an ordinary person who died three months ago.
He believed that his encounter with the old man was no accident.
He even felt that he had seen or heard of him somewhere before.
But he couldn't think of anything.
Ning Changjiu returned with his sword, and the Ancient Spirit Sect was no longer far away from him.
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Ancient Spirit Sect.
The trees in Shanlan have sprouted new stamens. The setting sun reflects on Shanlan, and everything is bathed in silence, like a warm red screen.
Si Ming stood on the iron cable bridge leading to Jiuyou Palace, the cliff was silent beneath her, and the woman's darkly outlined skirt supported the warm sun. She no longer had her usual smile, and her temperament was calm and reserved, as if she had withdrawn from the human world, shed all the mundane world in her body, and put the departed flag of the Kingdom of God back on her body as her skirt.
Lu Marry walked out of Jiuyou Palace, and Ning Xiaoling jumped behind her.
Lu Marian walked across the suspension bridge across the dangerous peak and asked softly: "Sister is leaving?"
Si Ming nodded lightly.
Lu Jianjiao said: "You are the sect leader of the Ancient Spirit Sect. How can there be any reason for the sect leader to leave without authorization?"
Siming said: "After all, I have my own place to go."
Lu Marian asked: "Is it the Kingdom of God?"
Siming said: "I'm not sure, but I always feel that somewhere in this world, there is an unknown mission waiting for me."
These words were so vague that Lu Marian felt like she was in a cloud. She said slightly angrily, "Are you afraid that your husband will come back?"
Siming smiled faintly and said, "What? It's my sister who can't bear the whipping. I want my sister to stay and share your worries."
Lu Marry was always helpless to many of her words.
Siming said: "It's the last day, come take a walk with me."
Lu Marry followed gently.
Ning Xiaoling jumped onto Siming's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her neck familiarly.
Siming rubbed Ning Xiaoling's head and said, "After sister leaves, no one will bully you."
Ning Xiaoling said aggrievedly: "Why are you leaving, sister? Is it because Xiaoling's tail is hard to pinch?"
Siming touched her ears and said, "Xiao Ling, don't be so charming."
Lu Marian walked gently beside her and said, "Are you really going to wait a long time? Don't worry, I'll just say that my sister has been very good to me in the past few months."
"Huh? Don't I treat you well?" Siming asked.
Lu Marion surrendered and said, "Of course... very good."
Siming said: "I hope that next time we meet, my sister will be a five-path swordsman."
"Well, I won't slack off." Lu said so, but she couldn't hide her disappointment in her heart.
The two of them walked across the suspension bridge, looking at the ten surrounding peaks, and then crossed the vast sunset to watch the sunset together.
The sun sets on the west mountain, but we still need to look up.
The whole world became smaller.
Lu Marry's white dress is like snow, her black hair hangs down over her waist and hips, Si Ming's black dress is like night, her silver hair flows down her fragrant shoulders and jade back, and dangles at her ankles. On their cheeks, the light gradually dimmed, and the night enveloped their incomparable cheeks, leaving only one pair of eyes still shining like stars.
"When I learned in Luoshu Tower that you were not a person in the book, but a real person, it was one of the happiest things that happened to me in a hundred years." Siming said suddenly.
"Me too." Lu Marian blinked and asked sincerely, "What is the other happiest thing?"
Siming said: "When the Year of the Sin King passed, when I left Duanjie City for the first time and saw the sky full of stars, and when we went to watch the fireworks together on New Year's Eve..."
Siming's cold ice eyes revealed unconcealable emotions, like emeralds condensed between glaciers. She stood quietly, facing the night over the mountains, and smiled softly: "Of course, the fly in the ointment is that Ning Ning will always be around for these things, otherwise they would be really beautiful memories worth remembering."
Lu Marian looked at her pale crimson lips and thought that if her husband was there to support her, he would dare to scold her harshly.
Lu Marry asked: "What will happen to the leader of the Ancient Spirit Sect after you leave?"
Siming said: "Isn't there a descendant of Lord Ming under the Underworld? If things don't work out, there is Xiao Ling. You let Xiao Ling act pretentious there, and you can just listen to the government behind the curtain."
Lu Marian frowned and said, "Why do you sound like me and an old witch?"
Ning Xiaoling echoed: "Xiaoling feels like an old monster!"
Siming smiled and said: "Then you two little vixens, just wait for Evil Ning to come back to slay the demons."
Lu Marry thought to herself, it's a pity that the big devil is running away.
She looked at the darkening sky and knew that she would not be able to come back for a long time.
There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever, but when I suddenly realize it and look back, I feel that time is short.
"Go back." Siming suddenly turned around and walked towards the direction of Jiuyou Palace.
Lu Marry asked curiously: "What are you going to do when you go back?"
Siming said: "Of course you will remove the slave pattern for me, what? Is it possible that my sister will really let you break the five ways and avenge the shame?"
Lu Marion struggled and said: "Asymmetry doesn't look good."
Siming said coldly: "How about my sister give you two symmetrical tattoos?"
Lu Marry had no choice but to follow.
In the room, Lu Marry and Si Ming went through a ceremony and untied the fire pattern on the inner side of his left leg.
Siming covered up her skirt and wore her red and tender feet through the cool night.
Ning Xiaoling was lying on the window sill, wagging her tail and looking eagerly.
Siming walked out of the house and stepped on the pear blossoms and jade petals in the courtyard.
Lu Marry also walked out, and she suddenly asked: "Sister Xue Ci... do you like your husband?"
This sentence fell into Ning Xiaoling's ears, and she was so shocked that Ning Xiaoling almost fell off the window sill.
She sat dryly, pretending she heard nothing.
Si Ming, however, had no expression on her face. She walked forward slowly, her silver hair swaying like the wind sweeping through the courtyard.
"I am a priest, but I don't love the world." Siming said this with a serious expression.
She walked towards the door.
Ning Xiaoling jumped up, handed over her tail, and said, "Sister, don't leave."
Siming chuckled and picked up the back of her neck and put her on the ground.
Ning Xiaoling looked at her eagerly.
Siming walked out of the door.
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Jiange.
Liu Xiwan was sitting in the suspended cave sky, wearing a light cyan pleated skirt, her snowy feet swaying in the empty water waves, staring at the setting sun.
Liu Junzhuo walked up behind her and asked, "Wan'er, do you want to go together?"
Liu Xiwan said: "No, I'll be alone in the pavilion and just practice my sword quietly."
Liu Junzhuo sighed: "Whether you go or not, you must always remember that you are now a disciple of the sword pavilion, not anyone else's sword. You are your own master, do you understand?"
Liu Xiwan nodded slightly: "I understand the truth."
"Is it impossible to do it? Or is it because we don't know where we are now?" Liu Junzhuo asked with a smile.
Liu Xiwan said firmly: "Although I was deceived by my senior sister into choosing a woman, my Taoist heart has always been firm. I just regard him as my lifelong enemy."
Liu Junzhuo did not ask further questions and said, "This is best."
Liu Xiwan asked: "How do senior sisters plan to win the sword back?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "If he is reasonable, I am willing to teach him swordsmanship in exchange. If he is unwilling, then I will have to gamble again."
Liu Xiwan frowned and said unconfidently: "Still betting? Gamblers are eager to gamble, but they can easily get themselves involved."
Liu Junzhuo said: "Don't worry, senior sister will be measured this time."
Liu Xiwan nodded and said, "Well, Zhang Jiu is very cunning, senior sister, please be careful!"
Liu Junzhuo nodded calmly and looked at the water.
Liu Xiwan asked: "By the way, senior sister, what exactly is our enemy? Who in this world is worthy of being the enemy of Jiange?"
Liu Junzhuo said: "I haven't seen them either, and I'm not even sure whether they exist."
"It may not exist?" Liu Xiwan became even more confused.
Liu Junzhuo said: "Well, we have a total of fourteen people in Jiange. If that war really breaks out, then every two people in Jiange will be responsible for restraining one of them... This is why the disciples of Jiange have selected a total of fourteen people."
"What?" Liu Xiwan looked shocked: "The senior sister is the second in the world, and the elder sister is the seventh in the world. Which sect's top disciple needs you to join forces to contain him?"
Liu Junzhuo chuckled and sighed: "We... may not have enough, but it doesn't matter."
She paused and revealed some secrets: "When the oracle comes, we will all be given true divinity. You, as well as all the disciples in the sword pavilion, just need to cultivate to the peak of Ziting as soon as possible, and then slowly wait for that Just come one day.”
Liu Xiwan lowered her head slightly. She didn't know what the enemy her senior sister mentioned was, nor did she know who she would want to contain in the future.
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Silver Snow Palace.
A young girl sat on a throne made of pure silver, like snow-colored amber.
She is covered in pure white, with majesty and unparalleled beauty that all souls must look up to.
She seemed to have been sleeping for countless years, her face was quiet and free of any emotions.
But today, this supreme being of Silver Snow Palace slowly opened his eyes.
Her eyes were also pure white, like a thin layer of jade, followed by unmelted silver.
She stood up from the throne and jumped down with her slender body.
The silver dress covering her body instantly disintegrated, and the fabrics flew and pieced together, instantly turning into a closely-cut divine robe, making her look extremely majestic.
Bai Zang walked out of the Snow Palace Temple. The priests and celestial kings standing under the Milky Way were waiting for him for a long time and bowed in salute.
"Under the Milky Way, everything is inescapable." The priest said softly: "Everything is as the Lord God said. The final location has been determined. The sinful king was there at the beginning and returned without success."
Bai Zang said: "If it weren't for Sin Jun, I don't know how long I should have kept this matter a secret."
What they were talking about was the Boundary-Border City. The existence of the Boundary-Border City was an insult and contempt for the omniscience and omnipotence of the God Lord.
"The strongest and final power that can be obtained in the world is hidden in the city of Broken Boundary. When does the Lord God plan to set off?" Tianjun asked respectfully.
Bai Zang said: "Kunlun comes out and the Moon Kingdom appears. At that time, I will project myself into the human world and personally reveal this secret hidden from the sky."
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Lu Marry looked at the courtyard outside the door.
The pear blossoms were piled with snow in the courtyard, and Siming had disappeared.
Ning Xiaoling also watched quietly.
Suddenly, her ears twitched and stood up.
Then, she immediately covered her stomach with her claws and fell off the balcony. She rolled on the ground in pain and screamed.
Lu Marry was shocked, and immediately ran to Ning Xiaoling's side, injected spiritual energy into her, and said anxiously: "Xiaoling, what's wrong with you?"
"Quan... power... ah." Ning Xiaoling trembled all over, her expression was extremely painful, as if there was air rushing through her body, tearing her body apart: "The power of power... I can't control it... ah!"
Listening to the girl's screams, Lu Marian was extremely worried. She used her spiritual power to try to protect Ning Xiaoling's body, but she saw Ning Xiaoling rolling on the ground in pain. Her protective spiritual power seemed to be of no use at all.
"Ah... Master woo..." Ning Xiaoling's nine tails trembled wildly and rolled around in the courtyard.
Amid the screams, a familiar figure reappeared in the originally deserted courtyard.
"What's wrong?" Siming came out of the night, anxiety written on the corner of his eyebrows.
She didn't go far. She stopped at the far corner of the eaves and looked out for a while. Then she saw Ning Xiaoling suddenly rolling on the ground in pain. She didn't think much and came back immediately.
Ning Xiaoling held her belly and said, "Sister Siming... it hurts... oooh."
Siming's hand covered her body, and she used her sea of consciousness to detect it, but she didn't notice anything strange.
Siming was suspicious.
"Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" Siming asked.
Ning Xiaoling said with a broken voice: "Sister, I promised you... I promised, when senior brother comes back... I, I will remind you, you see, I didn't break my promise."
The pained look on Ning Xiaoling's face was replaced by cunning.
She blinked at Siming.
Si Ming's expression was shocked, he raised his hand and said angrily: "You damn vixen, how dare you lie to your sister, see if I don't pinch your tail to pieces today!"
Lu Marry was slightly stunned and had not yet reacted.
Outside the door, a familiar voice rang:
"Who wants to bully my junior sister?"