There was silence in the inn for a moment. The evening wind pushed the wooden door open, and a short sound came out, which reached the ears of the innkeeper coldly. Halfway through his words, he felt like a lump in his throat. He was slightly dizzy, and his eyes turned fiercely. Shake.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and gently comforted Siming. The woman's expression did not change, but the atmosphere in the store relaxed.
The shopkeeper came back to his senses and thought it was because of his old eyesight. He calmed down, looked at them with calm wrinkled eyelids, and waited for the result.
He has opened a shop here for many years and has met all kinds of people. He does not know how to practice and does not have the power to read minds, but he can tell right away that the relationship between this man and woman is not ordinary, and it is definitely not what they say. I mean, a like-minded person I met by chance on the road.
This man and woman have been here all the way, their clothes are flawless, their bones are beautiful, they are presumably the young ladies of a noble family, they are well-matched, but they have some conflicts.
Ning Jiujiu gathered his voices and asked, "Master Priest, what do you think we should do?"
Siming said coldly: "What should I do? Do you still want to live in the same room with me? Stop being so wishful thinking."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then we live on the lower floor?"
Siming said: "Are you humiliating me?"
"..." Ning Changjiu said: "What does Miss Siming want?"
Siming said: "This is not the only store in this city."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Okay, let's go and have a look."
Under the suspicious gaze of the shopkeeper, the two turned and left.
There is no shortage of inns in the city. Although this place is remote, it is also connected to some business roads, and knights and merchants often gather there.
Si Ming walked in front, his eyes indifferent, and sneered: "Don't think that I don't know about your fancy thoughts, I am not one of those simple-minded little girls."
Ning Jiujiu also smiled and said: "The priest has been wronged. This is just a coincidence. Since you disagree, of course I respect you."
"Stop pretending." Siming responded with a sneer, not believing it at all.
Because there were no pedestrians on the street, Si Ming gradually revealed her true face with her gentle footsteps. Her stunning face lit up the night, her long hair was like bright light flowing in the wind, and her robe was like the endless night.
She put her hands behind her back and walked indifferently, as if the night sky was above her.
Ning Changjiu walked slowly with her, passing through quiet or bustling streets in the gentle night breeze.
"How is this store?" Ning asked for a long time.
"The inn's door sign is rotten, what can we do?" Siming said disdainfully.
The two continued walking.
"What about this one?" Ning Jiujiu stopped in front of a sophisticated and elegant shop and asked, "Does it suit the priest's wishes?"
Siming stopped and looked at it for a while. Under the dim red lantern, the green radish was crawling thinly. The eaves were low, and the light filtered through, with a warm color, giving people a warm feeling. Si Ming originally wanted to go in, but when she raised her eyes, she saw the four characters "Changning Restaurant". She frowned, thinking if these words were reversed, wouldn't they mean Ning Changning Restaurant!
How could she agree? She said coldly: "Change."
Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to continue walking with her.
"Where's this one?" Ning Changjiu asked.
“The decor is too old.”
"Where's this one?"
"I'm afraid the Tianzi-style room in this house is not as good as the original Dijihao room."
“…”
Ning Jiujiu walked slowly with her: "This house meets all your conditions."
Siming took a deep breath and said, "Ning Changjiu, are you here to make me angry on purpose? Don't think I don't know the brothel!"
"..." Ning Jiujiu explained: "Xian'er and I have lived there before, and the environment is pleasant."
Siming said: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will sell you to a brothel!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and continued walking with her.
After circling the entire city for an entire hour, they still couldn't find an inn that matched Siming's fate.
The two of them walked on the deserted street.
"Coming to this mortal world, I really feel wronged by the priest." Ning sighed for a long time.
Siming said: "Stop looking impatient, you are lucky to be walking with me."
Ning Jiujiu curled his lips, rubbed his elbows and thighs, and said: "Master Priest is not satisfied with this or that, what should we do?"
Siming snorted and didn't answer.
As the two of them walked, the street lights gradually faded out, and the street in front of them was dark. The eaves were dilapidated and heavy, hidden in the night, showing no signs of life.
"There is a deserted house ahead." Ning Jiujiu stopped and said: "There is always a place like this in this kind of deserted mountain city, which is what the people call a ghost house. It has been empty for many years, and there is no shop in front of it. Yes. Go back."
Siming asked: "What are you going to do?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled bitterly and said: "Master Priest, we can't settle here. Although we are not afraid of being haunted, those houses must have been filled with cobwebs and dust. If you want to live in them, you have to clean them all night."
"Isn't that just right?" Siming suddenly turned her head, a charming smile appeared on her cold cheeks. She pointed to the adjacent deserted houses and said, "You can stay there tonight."
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was confused: "You like to ask for trouble so much?"
Siming smiled and said, "I don't live here. Isn't there another Tianzi room in the original store? You stay and I'll go back. We'll meet up in the morning. Oh... By the way, give me the rent."
Ning looked at Siming's spread hands and proud face for a long time. He was silent for a moment and then laughed.
Siming frowned and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Ning Jiujiu folded his sleeves, raised his head, and looked at Si Ming's face softly.
His gentle gaze made Siming slightly frightened. He heard Ning Changjiu laugh for a while, and then his face gradually turned cold, and he said slowly: "Master Priest, you can't always tell your identity."
Siming's heart trembled and he said, "What do you mean? What do you want to do?"
Ning Jiujiu grabbed her open hand, squeezed her wrist, and walked towards the deserted house.
Si Ming's eyebrows were sharp and his words were filled with anger: "Ning Changjiu! Don't be so presumptuous!"
Ning Changjiu thought about it, and Siming hummed, his knees bent inward, and his elegant figure suddenly bent forward, leaning forward.
Ning Jiujiu thought about it again, and the arrogant priest touched his knees to the ground, his thin shoulders narrowed, and his slightly arched jade back began to tremble. He had to cover his lips with his palms to prevent any sound.
"Miss Si Ming, we made a master-slave agreement that day in Duanjie City. It's been a long time, can't you remember it clearly?" Ning Changjiu stroked her silver hair, whispered, and then copied Lifting her legs, he picked her up easily and walked towards the deserted house.
…
When the shopkeeper was about to close the door, he saw that the man and woman who had left more than an hour ago had returned.
The man's expression remained the same, but the woman... lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said nothing. Although her temperament remained cold, she looked much gentler.
The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "By the way, sir, it's a coincidence that one of the guests had something urgent at home, so he vacated the room, and I went to clean it up just now. There are two free rooms, which is the best of both worlds, and the two of them can also No need to argue."
Ning Jiujiu looked at Si Ming behind him with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered. He smiled at the shopkeeper and said, "No need, one room is enough."
Siming raised his head and bit his lips tightly, as if he was dissatisfied, but he did not dare to say anything.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Don't you agree?"
Si Ming clenched his fists in his sleeves and said, "It's up to you."
The shopkeeper looked puzzled, and then immediately understood that there must be a conflict between the young lovers. The young man must have gone out to "promote his husband" and tidy up the noble lady.
Ning Jiujiu received the key with the card and slowly climbed the stairs with Si Ming.
When he came to the room and lit the candle, Si Ming stood silently in the darkness where the candlelight could not reach. He looked coldly at Ning Changchun who was making the bed and said: "You have humiliated me in every possible way, and sooner or later you will pay the price." of!"
Ning Jiujiu said: "If you respect me a little more, why do you do this?"
Siming said: "You are a white-eyed wolf who repays kindness with hatred. Why should I respect your opinion?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "If I really want to repay kindness with hatred, I will take away your virginity right now so that you can no longer become a goddess, instead of inflicting some painless punishment."
"How dare you!" Siming's eyes sharpened.
Ning looked at her murderous eyes for a long time and felt more and more tired. He thought to himself that if you were really so stubborn, you wouldn't have pitifully admitted your mistake and begged me for mercy just now. You wouldn't dare to do it again.
Ning Jiujiu boiled the water, poured it into the basin, and used his spiritual power to speed up the cooling. After the temperature was suitable, he brought it to Siming, then grabbed her hand and put it into the basin.
Then, he helped Si Ming sit on the chair and took the wooden comb.
The wooden teeth slid into the water-like hair.
Siming had no expression on his face, neither obeying nor resisting, and allowed the other party to do this.
After washing the woman's hands and combing her hair, Ning Jiujiu straightened her clothes and said, "Go to rest early. We have to go on a journey tomorrow."
Siming said: "You can hurry up yourself, I don't want to go."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How did Miss Si agree when she was in the deserted house?"
"You..." Siming's cheeks were slightly red, she clenched her silver teeth, and her pretty face looked fierce like a little beast protecting food: "Hmph, you evil person will be punished sooner or later."
Ning Jiujiu made up the bed and said, "Go to sleep first. In your dream, you can cut me to pieces with a thousand knives."
Siming said: "Sleep? Lu Marian is not around, so he covets me? Huh, with your temperament, why don't you become the head of the Hehuan Sect?"
Ning Jiujiu said casually: "Things haven't been settled yet, so I can't get away."
"???" Siming was slightly startled and said, "How shameless!"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Is it possible that I have to tell you a story before you are willing to sleep?"
Siming said: "Do you think I'm that silly girl Lu Jianjian? Just a few words of coaxing and that'll be fine?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Marry is much better behaved than you."
good? This word made Siming even more angry. She stood up silently, rolled up half of the quilt, spread it on the ground, and said sarcastically: "You are the master and I am the slave. I am not worthy of sleeping with you, so I won't bother the master." .”
With that said, Siming lay flat on the ground and fell asleep in a stiff posture.
Ning Changjiu sat on the edge of the bed, holding his forehead, looking at the woman with spread silver hair, thinking about the next journey, and missed Lu Wenwen more and more.
He raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky outside the window.
Tonight is the night of the full moon.
The moonlight is like silver. The floating night clouds are like mist, and the moonlight shuttles through them, sometimes covering and sometimes appearing. It is so familiar, it has been hanging high for thousands of years, and it always only uses one side to compare with the human world, interpreting the fullness and imperfection at a glance.
Master…
Is it on the back side of the moon
Ning thought silently for a long time.
In the early morning, Siming woke up from the bed. She had spent the whole day wielding a sword yesterday, and had been bickering and quarreling with Ning for a long time. She was physically and mentally exhausted. However, she actually fell into a deep sleep last night, and... she actually slept very soundly.
Siming opened her sleepy eyes, unable to accept this. She sulked for a while, and then suddenly found that the place where her body was was very soft.
Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep at some point, and the quilt was covering her tightly.
"Hypocritical." Siming decided in his heart.
I won't appreciate it... Last night, and the humiliation in the past, I will definitely take revenge in the future!
Siming imagined for a while that he was sitting on the high throne again. At that time, the long river of time passed in front of him, the sundial hanging high was brilliant, and golden birds flew by in groups. Under the long steps, Ning Jiujiu was tied to a golden cross and bowed to himself...
The corners of Si Ming's lips raised slightly, but then she pressed them down immediately. She frowned and thought, "How can you be so naive after living for thousands of years? Xue Ci... what's wrong with you?"
When Siming got up, Ning Jiujiu had already cooked porridge and invited her to eat it together.
Siming drank the porridge, wiped the corners of his lips, and said, "Well, it's not bad."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "It is really rare to get a compliment from the priest."
Si Ming looked at this young man with a human face and an animal heart, smiled lightly and said, "It's just a courtesy. You mortals have to do everything by yourself. It's not surprising that you respond more often."
Ning took a long look at the bed and asked, "Is this the reason why you folded the quilt like this?"
Siming asked: "Doesn't it look like tofu?"
Ning took a deep breath, resisted the urge to slap her butt, and folded the quilt again silently.
Siming watched quietly from the side.
Ning Jiujiu tidied up the bed and asked, "Do you want to take a bath before leaving?"
Siming said calmly: "No need, I am not used to the water in the city. In addition to the holy waterfall above the nine heavens, I can barely tolerate some of the quiet spring water seeping out from under the earth's strata."
"oh… "
Ning Jiujiu was too lazy to talk to her. He felt more and more how considerate and kind Lu Married was. She could live in harmony with such a tricky woman as Si Ming for several months. Well... Such a woman, let her be in the position of a god. Going to Guduxu is the best choice, anyway... whoever gets married will be unlucky!
There is a saying in the world that the journey is the only way for a loving couple to become inseparable.
This was only the first day, but the two people, who were still harmonious in Gu Ling Sect, were tired of seeing each other.
Siming was very upset thinking about the journey ahead with this evil man.
Ning long thought about taking care of this bad woman in the future, and was equally exhausted.
Siming sat silently in front of the mirror, waiting.
Ning Jiujiu finished combing her hair.
Si Ming hummed indifferently, took off the fox demon mask from his waist, and covered his face.
After being taught a lesson last night, Si Ming had restrained herself a lot, but she still had that aloof temperament. She stood up slowly and said, "You've almost rested, let's go, I'll take you on your way!"
Ning listened to these resentful words for a long time and always felt that something was not right.
The two of them walked down the stairs together, and suddenly there was a sound of discussion in their ears.
"I heard that the deserted house was haunted last night..."
"What's going on?"
"There seems to be a strange sound coming from inside. I don't know which household it is from. It is said that it sounds like a woman being slapped in the face."
"Ah... could it be that two female ghosts are fighting?"
"How do you know? Anyway, it's evil there, so it's better to stay away."
Si Ming listened to these words and silently blocked his ears.
Ning looked at her expression for a long time and was very happy.
The two of them left the inn with a smile from the shopkeeper.
After going out, Siming's heart suddenly moved. She stopped and turned around to take a look at the plaque of the inn.
"Datong Inn?" Siming nodded lightly: "Well, Datong in the world, a small inn in a deserted city in the wilderness has such a layout, it is quite remarkable, and it was not in vain for me to stay for a night."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Maybe it's just that the shopkeeper's name is Datong."
"..." Siming took a deep breath and recorded another entry in Shihai's account book.
Hum, let you be rampant now, and you will cry in the future... At that time, your master will be implicated, and your whole sect will be punished together, and you will feel the trembling under my divine robe!
Ning Jiujiu interrupted her thoughts: "Priest, please control the sword."
"Well..." Siming stepped forward reluctantly, drew a virtual sword, stepped on it lightly, and said expressionlessly: "Come up yourself."
Ning Changjiu jumped onto the tail of the sword.
The sword rainbow rose from the ground, the giant trees trembled, and the forest birds flew together. Si Ming was originally angry and wanted to deliberately make the sword bumpy, but he never thought that Ning Jiujiu directly held her waist in order to stabilize her body. Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to control the sword steadily again.
The two of them were still not idle on the sword, while chatting about some gossip about the past of the gods, and by the way, they had a quarrel with some embarrassing ancient gods. For example, they were beheaded by the descendants of Shengming for being domineering and too arrogant. The emperor crab who lost his feet and left behind the prophecy of "six kneels and two pincers", such as the nine-headed sea dragon of the North Ming Dynasty that was turned into an ugly temptress because it failed to seduce the gods...
This time, Si Ming relied on his profound knowledge to make Ning speechless for a long time and moved back.
The sword rainbow swept into the deep mountains and old forests. Siming stopped at a waterfall and a secluded pool, lowered several curtains that could not be seen by the gods, took off his clothes and took a bath.
Ning Chang waited for a full hour before Si Ming closed his shirt and walked out slowly.
Her long hair had not been steamed dry by the sword fire, but was still hanging down wet. The look between her brows and eyes was as cool as new rain on the empty mountain, and water droplets fell from the back of her neck and fell into the depths of her clothes, which was annoying. daydream.
Ning Jiujiu had to admit that the skin of this bad woman was so beautiful that it could dazzle the world. After getting out of the bath, the cold water mist made this delicate body even more misty. Under the slightly open black robe, the exquisite and slender collarbones were clearly visible.
Si Ming's eyes were as crescent-shaped as he looked at him with a smile and said, "What's wrong? Why do you look like this? If you dare to have any blind ideas, I will tell Lu Marian."
Ning took a long breath and strengthened his mind. I feel more and more like a saint.
He said coldly: "Didn't you dress better than anyone else in the past? Why are you so cool now?"
Si Ming said pitifully: "Aren't you forced by the master? The master... doesn't pity me at all."
Ning Jiujiu could hear his own heartbeat, and his eyelids twitched slightly. Even if Si Ming's amorous feelings at this moment were all fake, he didn't dare to look at her, so he could only grit his teeth and say word by word: "Now that you've washed yourself, continue to send me on my way."
Siming found some long-lost pleasure in teasing him. While tying her belt, she gently lowered her body and said in a soft voice, "I know, I will send you off to the master respectfully."
Ning blocked his ears for a long time and closed his eyes in despair.
This journey is still going on with difficulty.
Si Ming stood in front, his long wet hair sticking to Ning Changjiu's face, being blown dry by the wind.
Ning is as quiet as a stone Buddha.
Half a day passed.
Siming Yujian's figure suddenly slowed down.
"What's wrong?" Ning asked for a long time.
Siming's nose was slightly bent, his eyes fell to the vast mountains below, and he said: "There is a demonic aura."
"Demon?" Ning Changjiu wondered: "Is the City of Ten Thousand Demons coming?"
Siming said: "I don't have the ability to travel a hundred thousand miles a day."
Ning Changjiu said: "It is not unusual to think that there is a big monster hidden in the deep mountains and old forests."
Si Ming thought for a moment, and she saw a vague line. Her consciousness moved slightly, and she suddenly said: "Go and have a look."
With that said, Si Ming drove his sword down and landed at the place where the demonic aura was strongest.
Ning Jiujiu lightly jumped down from his sword.
This is a primitive wilderness that no one has ever set foot on. In a dense forest with piles of rotting leaves, giant trees stand tall, with slippery moss and ants the size of a thumb crawling on them. In the dark forest, rose-red light falls from the gaps between the leaves, beams of light. Slender and distinct.
Si Ming tapped the fallen leaves lightly with his toes.
All the insects, scorpions and centipedes under it retreated.
Ning Changjiu and her walked deeper into the forest filled with evil spirits.
Siming said: "This evil spirit is new."
"New?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled and asked, "You mean, this big monster just woke up?"
Siming nodded and said, "Its aura is unusual."
Ning Jiujiu immediately became cautious. What Si Ming called unusual was probably a ferocious old goblin.
After this forest, there is a pond filled with water. The vegetation on the edge of the pond is lush, and the water is also full of algae and aquatic plants. Fish swim in it. The exposed water surface is as bright as a mirror, and it intermittently reflects the shadows of the trees above, giving it a faint green color. The color seems to be contained by the silver-plated mirror, and the tree shadows presented are also quiet.
By the pond, two young deer were still drinking water together. After Si Ming and Ning Jiu arrived, the young deer were frightened and ran away.
Ning looked at the center of the pond for a long time.
There, lying quietly on the duckweed, was an ordinary red-headed turtle.
It looked at the sunlight filtering above, wondering what it was thinking.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where is the big demon?"
Siming pointed to the ordinary turtle and said, "That's it."
The turtle lowered his head, stared at them, and asked, "Are you here to find me?"
It sounded like it had been in a long sleep, and its voice was very slow.
Siming said: "I was just passing by. I came here to take a look when I saw the evil spirit. I didn't mean to disturb you."
The turtle looked at them and asked: "How many years have passed..."
"How many years?" Ning asked for a long time.
Oogway said: "God's war."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "That divine war five hundred years ago?"
Oogway thought for a moment and said, "Oh, it turns out five hundred years have passed."
"..." Si Ming listened to their conversation and suddenly felt that the turtle was smarter than Ning Changjiu.
Siming asked: "Are you the great demon who survived the divine war?"
The turtle stared blankly at the sky and said slowly: "Yeah..."
Siming said: "It's really not easy to live to this day."
The turtle slowly fell into a trance and recalled: "At that time, the power of the gods was sitting high, and the wrath of the sky was so great that it brought down the floods from the sky and turned this place into a sea, trying to submerge and destroy the demon army. I am the turtle in the North Sea. I have been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, and I call myself the rain master of the land. , after entering the divine battle, I did not achieve many achievements, and I have a lot in my heart. When this disaster came, the saint recognized that I was extraordinary, gave me a spiritual weapon, and ordered me to use my body to control the sea. This control... has been five hundred years. ah."
He looked at the vast mountains and forests, his words were slow, and he couldn't hear whether he was sad or not, only the feeling of nostalgia that made the sea turn into mulberry fields.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other.
The turtle looked at them and said, "Sage...is he still alive?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "You are about to die."
The spirit turtle nodded slightly, as if expecting it, and said: "The battle between gods... was still defeated."
Ning Changjiu said: "My condolences."
"You shouldn't mourn for me, you should mourn for the people of the world." The turtle lay on the dew-covered Ping, looking at the two, and his voice became older: "The saint handed over the spiritual object of Dinghai to me, saying that after the war I will take it back and give me merit again. I never thought... this thing will become a relic in a blink of an eye."
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(Thank you to the leader, Ji Chanxi, for the reward! Thank you to the leader, Zhu Xiaosan, zxs, for the reward! Thank you to the two leaders for your great support!! I love you!)