Dark green moss covered the stones surrounding the pond, and the old voice of the spirit turtle caused ripples in circles, all the way to the feet of Ning Changchun and Siming.
"Dinghai spiritual object?" Ning Jiujiu was confused and asked, "What kind of spiritual object is it?"
The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle lay on the floating raft, a beam of light fell on its back. The densely tangled patterns on the turtle shell were like ancient fossils. The pale scales on its neck became wrinkled as he raised his head. On both sides of the tapered head, the turbid pupils gradually became clear under the washing of the nictitating membrane.
Zhenhai Linggui looked at them, his eyes fell on Siming, and said: "You are very powerful."
Siming nodded proudly: "Well, your aura is not weak."
The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle glanced at Ning Changjiu and said, "This young man should be your slave, right?"
Siming was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, he is my servant."
I would rather hold back and say nothing for a long time.
Zhenhai Linggui stared at Siming and asked, "Where did you come from?"
Siming said: "You have just woken up, and you don't know how to restrain yourself. The evil spirit here is so strong that it is difficult not to notice it."
The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle stretched its head a little longer. It looked at its reflection in the water, remained silent for a moment, and took back the evil spirit that reached the sky.
"Will they notice?" the turtle asked.
"Them?" Siming asked, "You mean the Kingdom of God?"
The turtle nodded and said in a stiff voice, "Well, they are our enemies."
Siming thought for a while and said: "I'm afraid it has been noticed, but demons do not do evil, and the Kingdom of God will not punish without reason."
The spirit turtle was silent for a while. It raised its head again, looked at the densely covered leaves above, and said: "It seems that the rules of heaven have been re-established..."
Siming said: "Since the death of the Six Gods of Taichu, the rules established by Heaven have never changed. How can we rebuild them?"
"Well..." Linggui did not refute, saying: "The saint is about to pass away, and it is difficult for there to be another savior in the world. It seems that from now on, no one can change the fate of the world."
Siming asked: "What is the final outcome?"
"Death." The turtle said slowly: "This world is dying at an accelerating rate. It's like people getting older and dying. This is a well-known ending, but in the process of life, few people will fight against death."
"Because that makes no sense." Siming said. Everyone knows that death is bound to come, and those emperors who seek immortality and medicine never end well.
The spirit turtle said: "Perhaps, this is also the helpless ending for this world."
Ning Jiujiu heard the clues in the words and asked: "You mean, the world is accelerating its destruction?"
The turtle thought to himself, a slave is a slave, and he doesn't know such well-known things. It slowly said: "The gods who protect this world have long since died. Those foreign gods are all devils who try to usurp the world's spiritual objects. The six gods of Taichu were like this at the beginning, and now..."
"Shut up!" Siming shouted sternly.
If he were allowed to continue talking, thunder would fall and split his tortoise shell into pieces. What about the great demon in the Five Realms? Under the might of Huanghuang Heaven, he could only end up with his body completely destroyed and his soul dying.
The spirit turtle was already indifferent to death, but since the other party had good intentions, it didn't say much.
Ning Jiujiu gently touched Si Ming with his elbow.
Siming asked: "What exactly is the spiritual thing you mentioned before?"
Linggui said: "Dinghaizhu."
"Ding Haizhu?" Siming had never heard of it.
The spirit turtle said: "This is the bead that belonged to the crown of the Dragon King of the North Ming Dynasty. The saint entered the North Ming Dynasty and overturned the rivers and seas. He beat the Dragon Palace to pieces and turned the Shanhai into ashes. He beat thousands of dragons to escape to the other four oceans, and the Kun tribe turned into wings and fled. Out of the Underworld Sea, the Dragon King of the North Underworld was crucified by the Saint in the Land of the Underworld Sea. Stretching bones surrounded the old peaks on the sea floor and turned into mountains. The prison of the sea monster that had been locked for a thousand years was also broken, and he was trapped and oppressed by dragons for a thousand years. The great monsters came out in full force, and the saint took the trouble to transform them one by one, and followed them to conquer the Immortal Court."
The spirit turtle tells the history of the past, like a living history book.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Were you also a demon in the sea prison back then?"
The spirit turtle said: "No, at the beginning... I was actually working as a money turtle in a temple on the seaside, just to make ends meet."
Ning remained silent for a moment and said, "All living beings suffer."
Siming did not rush to ask about Ding Haizhu, but let the turtle continue to talk.
When Linggui woke up from his dream, he was happy to recall the past: "I still remember the scene when the prisoner was beheaded and the dragon clan was imprisoned. The image of the saint standing on the sea cliff platform with fluttering white clothes and single-handedly pointing out thousands of sea soldiers is still fresh in my memory. …After that came decades of catastrophe. The ancient gods had oppressed the world for thousands of years, and demons were everywhere. Humans and demons finally united to attack the invincible monsters of the past."
"It's a pity that the Kingdom of God is too powerful." Siming sighed to express his comfort.
The spirit turtle sighed. It looked around the small pond where it was and said, "Yes, five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye... The sea has gone. What's the use of Ding Haizhu? What's the use of me?"
Si Ming glanced at Ning Changjiu, but stopped talking.
The turtle said: "Do you want to kill me to get the treasure?"
Siming shook his head and said: "A battle with you will take at least a day and a night. I don't have that spare time."
"One day and one night? Although you are powerful, you are also powerful." The spirit turtle asked slowly: "Where are you going?"
Siming said bluntly: "City of Ten Thousand Demons."
"City of Ten Thousand Demons?" The spirit turtle's voice changed, and it asked, "Where is that?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "The place where monsters gather now is protected by the remaining shadow of the saint."
Siming looked at Ning Changjiu and said calmly: "When I talk to this big demon, how can a little slave like you interrupt?"
Ning took a long breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and said with a smile, "I overstepped my bounds."
Siming smiled slightly, feeling a little proud.
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"How far is the City of Ten Thousand Demons from here?" Linggui asked.
"There are still a million miles." Siming said.
The turtle asked again: "Where are all the remaining monsters from back then?"
Siming said: "That should be the case. There may be some of your old friends among them."
"If there is an old friend..." The spirit turtle thought slowly and then said: "You went to the City of Ten Thousand Demons. If you see a nine-headed blue lion, can you pass something on to me?"
"Nine-headed green lion?" Siming had a vague impression.
The spirit turtle said: "That was my best friend in the past. We practiced the Ten Thousand Demons Art together. I practiced it as Swallowing the Sea, and he practiced it as Devouring Demons."
Siming said: "Why can't you go by yourself?"
The spirit turtle said: "Because I have practiced the Ten Thousand Demons Art... Although the Ten Thousand Demons Art is powerful, it makes the demon beards obey their nature and cannot be overcome. For example, I cannot fly in the clouds and ride in the mist. I can only travel on land and sea. It is a long way to go to the Ten Thousand Demons City. I may not be able to overcome it. to."
Ning Changjiu was somewhat interested in the City of Ten Thousand Demons. The power of a magic technique with such huge side effects was terrifying.
Siming asked: "What do you want to convey?"
The spirit turtle stretched out its claws, took out a faded copper bell from the shell, and said, "This is it."
Siming glanced at Ning Changjiu and ordered: "Small slave, go and get it."
Ning took a deep breath for a long time, kept records in his mind, and went to get the bell. Ning Jiujiu was very careful when taking the bell, and Si Ming also specially set aside a layer of mind to protect him.
The turtle didn't have any desire to attack. It handed over the bell and closed its eyes, as if it was tired.
Ning Jiujiu took the bell. He looked at it and found that the bell had been 'tongued out' and could not be rung.
The turtle explained: "When the blue lion was trapped and had a bell tied around his neck, I spent several days grinding off the tongue of the bell so that he would not make a sound when he escaped... Alas, it is all an old story. "
Si Ming looked at Ning Changjiu and said, "This is much better than your deception."
Ning smiled awkwardly for a long time, thinking what exactly did Marry say to you
Ning held the bell for a long time, looked at the old turtle, and asked simply: "What is the reward for giving you this thing?"
Siming also wanted to ask this question. After all, a great five-path demon must have many amazing magic weapons hidden in its body. However, due to her status, she was inconvenient to ask questions, but after a long time of 'doing it for her', she still said coldly: "Vulgar."
The spirit turtle thought for a while and said: "Except for the Dinghai Pearl, I have nothing else on me. When I die one day, I will give this Dinghai Pearl to you."
Ning looked at the old turtle for a long time and said with disbelief: "Are you the five great demons or a turtle? It's hard for me to determine which of us will die first."
The spirit turtle said: "Although the divine turtle has a life span, it will still have its end. I... my time is running out. When my soul returns to heaven, I will return here. You can come and find me."
"Back here?" Ningjiu asked: "Where are you going?"
Linggui said: "Find a temple to live in and resume your old business."
Siming glanced at Ning Changjiu, nodded slightly, and signaled to leave.
The demonic aura here is so strong that if she stays for a long time, the gods will always peep at her. She doesn't want to expose herself to the gods' gaze too much.
Ning Jiujiu was obviously not satisfied.
Encountering the awakening of the five great demons should be a chance, but now not only have I received nothing, but I have also been treated as a messenger...
Siming saw through his mind and sneered: "What? You still want to catch it and make soup?"
"Sir, you are joking." Ning Jiujiu said helplessly.
Then he waved goodbye to the old turtle behind him.
Si Ming and Ning left forever.
The old turtle was basking in the sun motionless.
Ning Jiujiu played with the bell in his hand and said, "I wonder if this bell will be useful."
Siming said calmly: "Easy opportunities may not be a good thing. You must know that our lives are likely to follow a certain unknown trajectory. There is no idle chess, and there may be foreshadowing everywhere."
"That's true." Ning Jiujiu said as he put away the bell and said, "By the way, the priest seemed to be very majestic when he commanded us."
Si Ming'e frowned slightly and said: "It was just acting, why are you so petty... Well, what do you want to do?"
Ning Jiujiu took her wrist and took her to a small forest.
The forest birds flew away in fright.
When the two of them walked out of the forest, Siming became much more docile, but there was always a rebellious temperament in his ice eyes.
"Use the sword and hurry up." Ning Jiujiu said.
There was some grievance in Siming's cold voice, and his tone was drawn out: "It's... master."
Si Ming stepped on the virtual sword and started carrying people.
In a blink of an eye, it was almost dusk again, and the dusk was sinking in the west.
Ning Jiujiu and her fell off the sword.
The two of them stood on the top of an isolated peak.
In the twilight, the peak rocks glowed in the setting sun, and their skin was dyed a light golden color.
Si Ming stood on the solitary peak with his hands behind his hands, looking at the rivers in the distance with a calm demeanor.
The surging river twists and turns among the peaks and flows to the north.
"Where can I rest tonight?" Siming asked.
The two of them wielded their swords for a long time, but all they could see was the lonely and lonely mountains, and they did not find the scenery of the towers and the people.
Ning Changjiu said: "The mountains here are endless, and there are hundreds of thousands of them. If you want to find a small city, it may be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Siming said: "It's okay to drink the moon as food, or eat the wind and dew. Don't worry, I'm not that delicate, and you should stop pretending to be a hypocrite."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "I heard that some women can get some pleasure from being punished. Are you... one of them?"
Siming's heart froze, his pretty face turned red, and he shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm a priest!"
Ning Jiujiu said: "You are clearly no match for me, but why do you always irritate me with your words these days? I can't help but wonder."
"It's not because you are too hateful!" Siming said coldly, turning slightly to the side and facing the setting sun, not looking at him.
"That's it." Ning Jiujiu was not angry.
He leaned down, looked at the rushing river between the peaks, and said: "You have worked hard all day, let me do it tonight."
"What do you want to do again?!" Siming immediately turned around and said warily.
"Don't think blindly." Ning Jiujiu said, then jumped down from the peak, passed through the sea of clouds, and came to a bamboo forest surrounded by cold mist. Using his fingers as swords, he cut down several bamboos in succession and tied them with flexible vines. Dress well.
Siming slowly fell behind him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Ning Changjiu said: "The river flows north, and we also happen to be heading north. We are on the same road."
Siming snorted coldly: "You are really leisurely."
"Hateful people always have something to be proud of." Ning Changjiu said with a smile.
Siming said: "It's a waste of time."
Ning Changjiu said: "The current of the river is fast, not much slower than our sword control."
While talking, Ning Jiujiu had neatly tied up a bamboo raft. The bamboo raft was very wide, just enough for Si Ming to lie on his side.
"Come up." Ning Jiujiu said.
Siming hesitated for a moment, then tapped his toes and landed on the bamboo raft.
This is her first time riding a bamboo raft.
The river water holds the bamboo raft steadily, the water flow is within reach, and the waves splash gently on the body, bringing with it the expected coolness. Ning Jiujiu sat in front, using her spiritual power to adjust the direction of the bamboo raft to prevent it from overturning or hitting the rocks. Si Ming sat down cross-legged in the back. She stretched her fingers into the water, a thin, mother-of-pearl-like The fingernails touch the water lightly, and the high-speed water passes between the fingers, and the tight feeling caused by it is pleasant.
The river flow took them through the winding river channel between the peaks and headed into the distance.
The peaks pass by.
Siming looked up and saw a dangerous peak with no end in sight. On the contrary, the night sky was clear and the stars were clear, and they seemed to be closer to him.
"The roaring waves disturb your dreams, how can you sleep like this?" Siming expressed his dissatisfaction calmly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It shouldn't be difficult for you to get rid of the noise and forget both things and myself, right?"
Siming said: "That is just a false peace. Sitting in the arms of heaven and earth, in silence and forgetfulness, is the true peace of mind."
Ning Jiujiu was used to her being difficult to serve, and he didn't bother to distinguish her words. He just said: "It's up to you."
Si Ming smiled lightly and didn't pursue it.
The moon rises from the east, and the water surface is like silver, flowing into the depths surrounded by mountains. Siming sits cross-legged, her silver hair blowing, her god's robe catching the wind, the tiredness between her brows turns into a lazy smile in the breeze, she Suddenly he raised his sleeves and cut off a piece of thin bamboo from the cliff on the side. He held it on his fingertips and clasped his fingers firmly on it. Where he dropped his fingers, the flute holes were in order.
Si Ming held the bamboo flute and put it to his lips. With his fingers dancing charmingly, the sound of the flute floated out. Along with the sound of the pines and the water, it was like a fairy riding a crane and leisurely flying away in the clouds, or like a beautiful lady walking alone to an empty building. The mistiness and resentment are mixed.
Ning listened to the sound of the flute for a long time and felt calm. He couldn't help but recall the time when Liantian Town and Lu Jiumou went boating.
It was just that the sound of Si Ming's flute had a vague appeal, and Ning Jiujiu suddenly realized that the face of Lu Jiaou in his memory was actually replaced by Si Ming's beautiful silver-haired and icy eyes.
He came to his senses slightly and dismissed these thoughts with a smile.
The sound of the flute followed the state across thousands of rivers, and the clouds in the sky slowly opened, sprinkling starlight on their clothes.
The bamboo raft came to the most turbulent river.
The river beneath the bamboo raft suddenly arches.
An evil dragon raised its head from the water, its fins were spread wide, and its huge mouth was full of sharp teeth. It roared angrily and rushed towards the bamboo raft.
Ning remained silent for a long time, raised his finger and thrust out his sword.
A line of white light passed from top to bottom.
The roar turned to shrill and shrill, and the evil dragon was cut into two pieces in an instant, like two whips lashing towards the water. Blood mist dispersed in the wind.
Si Ming kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, caressing the flute forgetfully, and gradually became louder and louder with the natural sounds between heaven and earth, as if the sound did not come from the flute, but from thousands of valleys and mountains.
After a long time, the sound of the flute gradually stopped.
Siming casually threw the flute into the water.
Ning Changjiu said: "This song should be sung by the ages. It is a pity to discard it like this."
Si Mingyun said lightly: "Playing the flute and abandoning it all come and go just because of interest. It is not a pity to remember this good night."
Ning listened to her words for a long time, laughed softly, and drew a line on the boat with his finger sword.
Siming asked: "What is this?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I feel it's a pity, so I carved a mark so that I can find this bamboo flute when I visit this place again in the future."
Si Ming looked at the carvings on the boat, smiled lightly, and said, "Pretend to be crazy and act stupid."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "You have been traveling around the world for nearly a year. What have you seen, heard, and felt?"
Siming said: "It is completely different from what I saw when I was sitting on the high throne."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What did you see when you were on the throne?"
Siming said: "It's all dust."
Ning Changjiu said: "It has always been like this. The gods of this world call it the earthly world, and the people call it the human world."
Si Ming said thoughtfully, "No matter what, one day I will return to my kingdom of God."
Ning Jiujiu nodded lightly and said, "Everything depends on your decision."
Siming looked at the sky and said, "See you again in the future. We should be looking at each other across the night sky."
Ning Jiujiu smiled faintly and said softly: "Then it will all depend on Miss Si's protection."
"I will protect Marry, Xiaoling, you... wish yourself well." Siming's words were as cold as ever.
She sat alone, looking at the passing mountains and water. They were fleeting in her sight. If she didn't look carefully, they would just be dark shadows. But for some reason, Siming suddenly felt like this. The feeling that the world accepted me.
She shook her head slightly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "By the way, if you find that your divine kingdom is no longer there in the future, you can come and look for me."
"What's the point of looking for you?" Siming asked.
Ning Changjiu said: "Don't I also have a divine kingdom? Although it is a little shabby, it is still a kingdom. The position of the priest will always be reserved for you, how about it?"
"Who cares?" Siming responded coldly.
She heard Ning Changjiu's words clearly, but she didn't hear clearly the hidden meaning in his heart.
The bamboo raft went along the river.
The stars turn overhead.
When Ning Jiujiu looked back again, Si Ming was already lying on the raft. The night wind and water slapped her face, but they failed to wake her up.
Sit in the arms of heaven and earth, forget yourself in silence.
Ning stared at her quiet, unreally beautiful face for a long time. All the peaks faded out of sight, leaving only the most beautiful pair. He stared at it for a long time, lost in thought.
The sky was full of stars, as bright as water, so he sat alone at the head of the boat all night.
Si Ming woke up leisurely, the east was already white, and the boat passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
She stretched her body lazily, looked into Ning Changjiu's tired eyes, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Ning Changjiu smiled softly.
The two got off the bamboo raft and let it drift with the current, running further away.
The stretching mountains and rivers had passed, and the world in front of them became open and prosperous. The two of them did not rush on their way, but entered several cities in tacit agreement and took a leisurely walk.
This time, Si Ming seemed to be thinking about his hard work of sailing at night, and instead of making sarcastic comments, he talked and laughed softly, like an old friend for many years.
Ning Changjiu folded his sleeves and walked with her in the street.
Siming fell in love with many rare things in the world, but did not buy them. Because she knew that sooner or later she would leave, and sooner or later these big or small ties would have to be lost, so it was better not to let them go in the first place.
It was nearly noon.
Siming suddenly asked curiously: "You spend all day long the money Lu married you, don't you feel guilty?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why feel guilty?"
Siming sighed, feeling that he was less human than himself.
She was about to make another sarcastic comment when she passed by a mysterious shop. She glanced at it and saw many fox tails hanging in the shop. Si Ming's expression immediately softened a lot. He softly called Ning Jiujiu his master, and pulled him away from the street quickly.
The two of them finished their meal and continued on their way.
"Your sword heart seems to be a little brighter again." Ning Jiujiu said.
After last night, Si Ming had another enlightenment, and his level reached a higher level.
Siming said: "There is still a long way to go before the peak, and it is not enough to be considered as a Tao."
But although her words were cold, as if there was nothing to be proud of, the sword under her body was a little faster, secretly showing her power to Ning for a long time.
During the million-mile journey that followed, they did not encounter any real difficulties or obstacles. Even if they met by chance, they were just bandits and bandits, monsters and monsters. It was not surprising, and it was not as lethal as their quarrels and bickering.
In this way, Ning stood behind Siming for a long time, followed her to fly in the sky with her sword, and watched the sun and sunset several times.
Soon, the majestic City of Ten Thousand Demons will reveal its huge and mysterious face before their eyes.