Towards morning, the rain stopped.
Blue-gray clouds floated in the sky. They crossed the roof of Jiuyou Hall with a high attitude and flowed endlessly. The strong wind filtered through the endless forest, and by the time it reached Jiuyou Hall, it had become extremely pure and cold. The wind lingered, replacing the rain that originally surrounded the eaves. There is also a hazy moon shadow outlined behind the sky. It shuttles through the clouds and sheds sporadic light dust, but the darkness becomes heavier.
Ning had been sleepless for a long time. He lay on the bed, the woman's orchid breath was thick on his neck. The skin that touched was very hot, and the hair that accidentally fell was itchy. The dreamy warmth pressed against his elbows. The space seems to be within reach. The phoenix brocade quilt covered the cheeks, covering everything about the gentle land in the darkness, only outlining the outline that made people think.
Ning looked at the invisible undulating wind outside the window for a long time and was content with such peace.
The sky outside gradually lit up with a faint light, and it was hard to tell whether it was the moonlight on a sunny day after the rain or the arrival of dawn.
The paper kite that fell from the sky turned into a fish and disappeared into the night, along with the rain that had fallen all night.
Ye Chan Palace…
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but think of this name.
He turned his head slightly and looked at the sleeping face beside him that was so quiet that he couldn't bear to touch it. The beauty is by his side, their skin is touching, and the lingering warmth of obsession has not faded away, but he is always worried about other things, which makes him feel guilty like betrayal, not to mention that they have to leave again after today.
But the three words "Ye Chan Palace" clung tightly to his mind and he couldn't get rid of them.
Most of this kind of thinking comes from obsession... It's like a problem that has been pondered for two lives is suddenly answered unexpectedly, and everything related to it comes one after another.
Chan Palace... How does this relate to the mythical Toad Palace on the Moon
Her surname is Ye...is it an onomatopoeia of night
Why did she kill herself and imprison herself in a desolate place for a long time until the day of rebirth
What exactly is the Hunting Kingdom plan, and who is the target, the Lord of the Twelve Kingdoms or the Dark Lord
If the six gods of Taichu all have their own stars, what does the Dark Lord correspond to
The seventh god, fire... and evil and poetry, what is their connection with the master
Ning Jiujiu couldn't block these thoughts. They were entangled in his brain, sketching a vague future.
The master's figure is as mysterious as the cold moon palace hidden deep in the night.
It was getting brighter and brighter outside, and the shadow of the pear blossom branches spreading through the paper window was clear.
The moon faded in the sky.
Lu Marian gradually woke up, her eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked softly: "You haven't left yet?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "As promised, we can't leave without saying goodbye this time."
"Yes." Lu Marian's voice was as soft as a whisper. She closed her eyes, calmed down and said, "Be careful in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, don't get caught by the female goblin."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Isn't there a great demon-subduing priest beside you?"
Lu Marion hummed and said, "She is the one who worries the most."
"Then... why did you keep Si Ming that night?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
If Si Ming stayed that night, they might have to sleep in the same bed, which would still be a bit... crowded.
Lu Marian said: "Isn't this just to test you? Who would have known that you would really reveal your true colors all of a sudden."
Ning Jiujiu smiled helplessly and said, "Mario is really full of distrust towards me."
Lu Marry said: "Who told you that every time you come back from a long trip, you can always bring some... surprises."
Ning Jiujiu said righteously: "I am looking for a good sister to marry."
Lu Marry opened her eyes and stared at him coldly for a while.
"Get down!"
The woman scolded.
Ning Jiujiu was kicked off the bed.
When Siming knocked on the door, Lu Jianjian had already dressed and sat down. Ning Jiujiu brewed new tea. The tea filtered from the spout was light green and fragrant.
Siming looked at Lu Jianjian, who was still wearing a plain white thin shirt with one top and bottom, with only a belt tied around her waist.
She looked at Siming and smiled.
"Sister is here." Lu Jianjian made hot tea for Siming.
Siming walked over with a chuckle, her shoulders were steady, and her gait was graceful. She picked up the tea, took a sip, then took out a small bag and stuffed it into Lu Marian's palm, and then closed it for her. On the five fingers.
"After I leave, no one will be able to protect you, so be careful." Siming ordered, his usual cold tone filled with concern.
Lu Marry held the small brocade bag and nodded vigorously.
She and Siming talked quietly for a while.
Ning was left alone for a long time and complained with a smile: "Who is the husband?"
Lu Marry said quietly: "We have a deep love for sisters, do you have to take care of it?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, even more innocently, thinking to himself, why did you drive me out of bed when I talked about sisters
Lu Marian knew what he was thinking, and just said: "Anyway, when Xiang'er is questioned, it will be up to you to explain. I won't help you."
Ning Jiujiu comforted himself and said, "Xian'er, well... she has always been considerate of me."
Siming asked curiously: "What kind of person is Zhao Xiang'er?"
Lu Marian didn't know how to describe it, so she just gave a rough description, outlining an image of a person with a single ponytail, a petite but graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a majestic black and gold dragon robe.
Siming nodded slightly, with a nonchalant look on his face.
Huh, no matter how proud the girl is, she is only a priest of the Suzaku Kingdom, and her level of strength is equal to her own.
"Well, most of the women who fall in love with Ning Jiujiu are not very smart." Siming showed obvious contempt for Zhao Xiang'er.
"..." Lu Marian looked at her, pursed her lips, and made a silent protest against her words.
The time of departure soon came.
Lu Marry got up and said goodbye to Ning Jiujiu and Si Ming.
Ning hugged her for a long time, and she also hugged him in her arms, softly touching each other,
Siming was too lazy to watch them rubbing their hair together and walked out alone.
The City of Ten Thousand Demons does not allow swords to be worn, and she will not violate the rules. After going out, she moved her finger, and a stream of light flew out from the top floor of Jiuyou Palace. The black sword hung in front of her amid the clear whistle of the sword. It landed on the ground and settled into the courtyard, motionless like a disaster-suppressing tool.
When Ning Chang came out, the pear blossoms in the courtyard had turned into powder.
He looked at Siming's back and said softly: "Let's go."
Siming hummed, and she attached the painted wooden mask of the demon fox to her cheek. She looked at Ning Changjiu with a pair of icy eyes and said: "The last time we really walked side by side, it seemed that it was when we were being chased by Lord Sin. "
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yes, before you came down from the golden cross, I never thought that we could become friends."
Siming couldn't help but think of the humiliation Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli had done to him on the golden torture rack.
"Hmph, you dare to mention this? If it weren't for the slave tattoo on my body, I would have settled the old score with you." Siming responded coldly.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said seriously: "Perhaps this is also one of the practices for you to regain your position as a priest."
Under the mask, Siming's eyes narrowed slightly. Ning Jiujiu told her what was on her mind.
She has always regarded these experiences as part of her spiritual practice.
Siming said: "Marry is too kind, I will really suffer if I follow you."
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "It is not my wish to run around in my destiny."
"Have you ever thought about the meaning of all this?" Siming asked following his words.
"I have thought about it." Ning Jiujiu quickly answered: "At first I thought I was just saving myself, but now..."
They crossed the courtyard and looked at the ten peaks in the distance. Although the rain last night has stopped, the rain and fog have not dissipated. The world is revealing its veil bit by bit through the rain and fog, and the ten peaks present their appearance vaguely and quietly.
"What now? Save the world?" Siming mocked slightly, as if he was mocking his naivety.
Ning Changjiu shook her head gently, and she glanced at Jiuyou Palace. Ning Xiaoling was running out of it, her tail like a beating flame.
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "It's not that grand. I just want to try my best to find peace for them."
Ning Xiaoling ran very fast and rushed in front of them. Ning looked at her cute appearance for a long time and stretched out his arms to pick her up.
Ning Xiaoling jumped up and jumped into Siming's soft arms.
Ning was silent for a moment, then retracted his hand angrily and sighed.
The little fox rolled around in Siming's arms a few times, with her little paws resting on the raised robe. She raised her head and looked at Siming's face.
Siming was also wearing a demon fox mask at the moment, and the real fox and fake fox looking at each other looked somewhat harmonious.
"Sister, you must be careful. It doesn't matter if you can't get your power back. I will just discuss it with Lord Ming... You must be good." Ning Xiaoling said softly.
Siming smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is nothing in this world that my sister wants but cannot get."
"Yeah." Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously.
Then, she jumped into Ning Changjiu's arms and rolled around coquettishly. Ning Jiujiu was originally a little resentful about the scene just now, but the little fox was so cute. His deliberately stern face suddenly softened. He rubbed Ning Xiaoling's ears and back and said, "Take good care of your master."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Take good care of Sister Siming."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and stretched out his palm, and Ning Xiaoling also stretched out his palm, and their palms touched each other.
…
When the Fish King saw Ning Changjiu and Si Ming, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
It was sitting in front of the fish tank with a mountain of salted fish, looking lifeless.
Ning Jiujiu came to help him move the fish mountain. When he saw the appearance of the fish king, he was shocked: "Who did this...?"
The Fish King used to be a giant monster in the Five Realms. Although his cultivation level has declined now, after Ning Jiujiu gave the Underworld Scroll back to the Underworld, the Fish King's level also increased a lot due to repeated opportunities. Most of the people who came to Youyue Lake were disciples. It would be great if those disciples were not deceived by the Fish King. How could they be its opponents
Who can beat the Fish King like this
The Fish King hesitated and said: "I was practicing on the cliff last night, um... I accidentally fell."
Ning Jiujiu was doubtful: "Can a cat fall like this?"
The fish king blushed and defended: "It's not because of malnutrition! If you eat salted fish every day, you must be saltier than me!"
"..." Ning was speechless for a long time.
When the Fish King said this, he looked at Siming tremblingly.
It is instinctively afraid of this woman. After all, even when he was at his peak, he was far from her opponent.
Ning Jiujiu said: "The sect leader has issued an amnesty order to absolve you of the crime of defrauding your disciples. From now on, your fishery will be free, but you must reflect carefully and not do it again."
The Fish King was flattered. He looked at them and asked, "Are you going on a long trip?"
"Shh." Ning Jiujiu said: "Keep it secret."
The Fish King immediately nodded, mentally urging Ning Changjiu to "let the tiger return to the mountain" quickly.
Ning Changjiu helped the Fish King move the salted fish tank.
The Fish King was relieved and quickly thanked Master Si Ming profusely and praised her for her wisdom and kindness.
Siming sighed, thinking that if the next generation of Tingting was really like this, then the world of gods would also be in decline.
After they left, the Fish King let out a long sigh of relief.
It lay down by the river, reached out and touched the bruises on its cheeks, and hissed in pain.
It panicked.
This injury was not caused by an accidental fall, but was caused by a fight.
But it was so embarrassing that it couldn't bear to say it - it lost to a fish.
Just last night, when it was lying down in the cave watching the rain, a red fish suddenly appeared in Youyue Lake, swimming around, arrogant and eye-catching, and it was very pleasing to the eye.
The Fish King had never seen this fish before, so he thought it was a rare species that lurked at the bottom of the lake in the past and only came up when it rained.
The moment it saw the fish, a variety of recipes were generated in its mind. While deciding on the recipe, it jumped into the lake to catch the fish.
The fish was extremely beautiful, with a graceful body and scales like illusory burning fire, especially the pair of thin wings that were as long as bird wings.
The Fish King claimed to be the ruler of Youyue Lake. He laughed ferociously and pounced on the red fish. But that beautiful-looking fish was able to hit more than it imagined. The fish king was forced to retreat by a flick of its tail but did not give up. Thinking that he had underestimated the enemy, he swung his claws forward again, and then there was an explosion of turbulence. With a loud sound, the fish king repeated its old trick and whipped its tail several times in a row. He was unable to parry and fell back to the shore with a bruise on his nose and a swollen face.
It never thought that the self-proclaimed fish king would encounter such a powerful enemy in his life.
But at least I don’t have to eat salted fish anymore…
The fish king was about to go down to the lake to hunt when he saw the red fish floating up like a ghost and staring at it coldly.
"Why don't I leave!" The Fish King was silent for a while and was about to leave in grief and anger.
Around the corner, a girl's voice suddenly sounded: "Listen, you are indeed here. I heard them say that there is a cat living in a cave by the lake. It looks like the one I lost. I didn't expect it to be you... Now that you are back , why don’t you come to me?”
The person who came was none other than Yu Jin. She looked at the white cat with tears in her eyes and said, "Xiao Di, why are you so thin? By the way, have you seen Xiao Ling?"
The fish king looked at the little girl in the white dress, and his mood finally became clearer. He barked a few times and ran over to ask for food.
In the distance, Ning took a long look at the red shadow swimming in the lake and roughly guessed the cause of the matter.
The heavy rain last night was not a dream. That's a red fish made of paper kites.
Does this mean that Master is protecting Marry and Xiaoling for me, so that I can find her with peace of mind
Ning Jiujiu was not sure, but he finally put aside his last worries and left with Siming.
The spring breeze blows, and the willow branches in the forest hang low. Looking from a distance, the new buds among them are as tender as fine velvet, swaying on the mountain road that stretches into the distance.
Si Ming stood among the rocks, his black robe facing the wind, his moon-white embroidered shoes looming.
She stretched out her hand and drew an imaginary sword in front of her body.
She stepped on the tip of the Xujian.
She is a great monk in the Five Realms, so it is always faster for her to carry people.
Ning Jiujiu came behind her.
The two kept a subtle distance.
The sword pierced the air and flew away.
"Stay closer, it's going to go faster." Siming said coldly.
Ning Jiujiu stays close silently.
Siming sneered and said: "There are no outsiders here. Who can show this unwillingness? Did you make some promise with Lu Jianjian and feel guilty?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm just a little uncomfortable with it."
After all, when traveling with others in the past, he would wield the sword or wield the sword together.
Siming said: "When you were married and punished me, you were so harsh. Why are you so timid now? Oh, and when I kissed you, I didn't see you being so coy."
Ning listened to her slightly sultry words for a long time and wondered if Lu Marian was letting Siming test him.
He looked at the curve of Siming's back, strengthened his mind, remained indifferent, and leaned forward stiffly.
"Didn't Xiao Li ask you to kiss her in the first place?" Ning Jiujiu said casually, easing the awkwardness of the situation.
Siming muttered, "You just left home not long ago, and you're already thinking about the little girl far away in Duanjie City?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Didn't you still want to accept her as your disciple?"
"Seeing how obedient she is to you, I have no more plans." Siming said, "The person I want to take on is a disciple, not a traitor."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and didn't answer, just thinking about Luo Shu, it seemed that she and Marry were almost becoming master and disciple.
The way she selects her apprentices is quite similar to the way she selects her master.
The sword energy breaks through the air.
The clear whistle of the wind cut off Ning Jiujiu's thoughts.
The forest trees were shaken by the sword energy, trembling violently, and green new leaves fell. There was no trace of them in the forest, and the remnants of the sword energy were diluted in the sunlight.
…
…
The spring is bright and beautiful in Gulingzong, but it is still snowing heavily in some corners of the world.
Between the towering snow-capped mountains, the biting wind blows over and over again. The storm rubs the snow surface and stirs up countless snow particles. They gather together like clouds rising from the other side of the mountain, spreading wantonly to cover this place. engulf.
Several men were hiding behind a boulder.
They were shivering from the cold, and their eyebrows and beards were covered with frost. The leader's hands, which were red from the cold, were holding on to his mink clothes. He tied a knife to his hand, and looked across the rocks from time to time to see the fog in the distance. Snow, eyes full of fear.
His body was generally buried in the snow, which seeped into his boots and cut his skin like knives. His breathing was slow. The cold gas slowly enters the lungs after being heated by the body's trachea.
They were a caravan transporting goods. Unfortunately, they encountered a snow disaster here... a dragon disaster to be precise.
The king of the snow mountain became furious and set off a storm, blocking their way. All the goods were lost and buried in the snow. Not only did they lose all their money, but they were also likely to die.
The leading man held the knife tightly, his whole body was frozen, and he couldn't help but think about his wife's repeated instructions when leaving... Counting the days, the child was about to be born. He once vowed to start a career, return safely, and lead her to live a good life. but now…
He thought of his wife's thin face, and of her secretly going to borrow money from her parents' house despite her big belly... A stronger wind blew in his heart, guilt rose and stirred, and the man looked painful.
He opened his snow-covered eyes with difficulty and glanced at the person next to him. A thin young man had passed out and the skin on his hands was wrinkled by the cold. Snow kept falling on the big rock they were leaning against, hitting them and trying to drown them.
"Wake up... don't fall asleep." The man pushed him with his elbow and shouted in a low voice.
The lips of the young man whose face was chapped by the cold trembled. He tried his best to open his eyes and whispered: "I... I can't hold it anymore. If you can go back alive, help me take care of my sister. My parents are both dead. She … He’s only seven years old.”
"I haven't even paid off my own debts, and I'm too lazy to care about you. You can find a way to get back alive by yourself!" The man's words were a little harsher.
The young man laughed miserably and said, "My father also died on this road last year... This must be the fate of my family."
The man looked at his ashen face and trembled all over. He wanted to wake up other dying people, so he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The sound was swallowed up by the sound of the blizzard behind.
The man leaned on his body with a knife and stood up with difficulty. He looked beyond the stone and looked at the blizzard in the distance. The last light in his pupils faded, and he was completely desperate.
"It's still here..." There was a sound in his throat that only he could hear.
In the blizzard, scarlet eyes lit up in the snow mist, and with them came a huge, rugged body. It was the body of a dragon, a demon from the snowy mountains... It climbed out of the snow sea with a pair of ice wings, He stretched his long neck, glanced across the snowy field, and let out a low, desperate roar.
The roar drowned out the sound of the wind.
This is a notorious dragon here, and many people have died in its territory. Because of this, a trip to this business road is also very expensive, which is why men choose to take risks.
But the snow dragon still appeared.
The man closed his eyes in despair. Death was not scary to him. He was not a good person before getting married. Now, his only worry is his wife's reaction when news of his death is brought home.
Xue Long's voice echoed lowly, like a hand dragging a person down into an abyss, and the man's breathing gradually became numb.
Just when he thought he was certain to die, a red shadow suddenly drifted across the corner of his eyes that were cracked by the cold.
This shadow looked extremely unreal in the snow.
The man opened his eyes slowly.
He looked around and saw nothing. But the huge wind and snow were obviously much quieter.
"team leader!"
Someone called him in a low voice.
The man woke up a little. He turned his head and saw a short boy standing up with difficulty, pointing behind the rock, his eyes trembling.
"Look there..." he said.
The man pulled himself up from the snow and slowly looked behind the rock - that was the direction the Snow Dragon was coming from.
The overwhelming snow did not really stop. The snow piled up on a dividing line, making it impossible to cross even half a step.
And on that snow line, a figure in a red skirt was staring eye-catchingly. In front of the ferocious skull of the snow-storm dragon, her figure was so small, but it was like a fire that burned the world, making the dragon stop its winged shadow.
"Female... queen?" The man immediately guessed her identity... Only the legendary queen deserves to have such a grace... The fire of life suddenly rose in his heart, and the man was excited and incoherent. He immediately went to wake up the person next to him. People, let them die later and hold on for a while longer.
The figure of the woman in the red dress is as clear as glass.
The sword in her hand is also as pure as glass.
She stood floating in the air, her dress like a blazing flame dancing in the strong wind. Her eyebrows were cold and her skin was like snow that had never melted for thousands of years.
She is obviously small, but in the eyes of the Snow Dragon, she is like a condensed mass of killing.
The giant dragon groaned in surrender.
"How many times have I warned you! If you don't regret it after repeated admonitions, what's the use of keeping you?" The woman's cold voice cut through the wind and snow.
The red skirt and sword crashed into the heavy snow and fog.
The dragon's long roar sounded.
Within that boundary line, the overwhelming snow surged like real waves.
Gu Long's long groan changed from furious to sad.
The sword light shuttled brightly through the snow, seeming to cut open cracks in the heaven and earth.
Soon, the snowy mist in the sky turned into blood mist.
The wind and snow calmed down.
The body of the snow disaster dragon fell on the snowy field, and its scarlet eyes lost their light. Its wings were cut off and its body was torn apart. From the huge sword wound, hot blood flowed out like boiling water.
The woman in the red dress walked out with her back to the huge dragon corpse.
Her blade was covered in smoke.
Those who survived looked behind the rocks without blinking. They have never seen such a resolute beauty.
The snow is getting quieter and quieter, and the sky is getting brighter and brighter. The fog is getting thinner and the mountain peaks are getting farther and farther away.
The silhouette of the red dress gradually faded away until it disappeared.
Everyone finally came to their senses.
"She...she is our king?"
"Well, she is Shao Xiaoli."