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The death of Bailu Shouxing did not cause much sensation in Ten Thousand Demon City.
It was a rainy day in spring, and the rain kept falling. The rainwater tilted and swayed in the wind. On the mountainside, the continuous stone camellias withered and withered, just like falling ashes, and blew a wind that symbolized death.
When Ning Changjiu passed by the mountainside, the camellias there had withered away, leaving only a frame of dead stems neatly bundled, drawing jagged ridges in the slanting wind and drizzle.
On the quiet mountain road, Siming took off the demon fox mask and gently fastened it to her waist. She turned her head and looked at the light and rain coming from the dense forest. She always felt that she had touched something here, but she also felt Everything in the mortal world seemed to have nothing to do with her, even if she had just killed a five-path monster.
The smell of blood has long been left behind, and the shouts of the little white deer demons are also far away.
The ginseng fruit spirit was tied up with a golden rope and temporarily absorbed into the void.
So in the silence, this remote city of ten thousand demons seemed to have gone away with them.
Si Ming rarely has such emotions.
She raised her head, not using her spiritual power to block the drizzle, and let it brush against her cheeks, beating coldly on her porcelain white face, turning it into a shimmering water.
"What's wrong?"
Ning Jiujiu turned around, and he noticed her strange emotion.
Si Ming stood on the flat stone platform on the mountainside, looking at the hazy mist and rain among the peaks, and suddenly said: "The human world is really delicate."
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But this strange emotion made Siming feel that he was running counter to the path he wanted.
She shook her head gently, blocking out the silent spring rain that moistened things, and extinguishing the delicate emotions bestowed by the world.
Ning didn't speak for a long time, and he suddenly realized that from some unknown time, the world in Si Ming's mouth had become the human world.
Si Ming looked at Ning Jiujiu's sudden smile, always feeling a sense of nameless irritation.
"What are you looking at?" Siming asked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Look at my apparent master, master and priest."
There is of course a hidden meaning behind the words.
Siming didn't want to answer, so she said calmly: "How can you reach the top of the road with a small belly like you?"
Ning Jiujiu asked, "Are you taking the high road?"
Si Ming nodded, she looked at the intertwined clouds in the sky, and said proudly: "I was above the blue clouds, and now I'm starting over again. The path I'm walking on is the supreme divine way. All the wonderful enlightenments are old friends, and the scenery is all It’s an old friend.”
Her words were soaked by the rain, with a chilly air.
Ning stood beside her for a long time and said softly: "Then I will go with you."
Siming's expression remained calm. She stood in the drizzle and looked at the slender Demon City. After a long time, she slowly turned back. Her expression was cold, hiding her true emotions, and she snorted angrily.
"The road is lonely and straight. It has walked alone since ancient times. Who wants to go with you?" Siming walked towards the mountain road.
Ning Jiujiu followed silently, smiling innocently: "I'm afraid that I will go astray."
Siming's red lips slightly opened and he said: "You are already on the wrong path of evil spirits. There is no way to say that you have gone astray. Immortals and Buddhas cannot save you, and I am too lazy to care about you."
As he spoke, Siming closed his eyes slightly to rest his mind and walked towards the ginseng fruit tree.
Siming was slightly confused in his heart... Killing a five-path demon was not a big deal, and Siming consciously would not have any emotions about it.
But what are the ripples in my heart
Looking back many years later, she got an incredible answer - just because of a spring rain.
This is what people call sentimentality, an emotion that only humans can have. It is the joy and sorrow of all things. There is no reason, it is just the mutual touching of the soul and the heaven and earth. This was a touch she shouldn't have had.
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At the foot of the mountain, Ning Jiujiu explained the reason to the goblins who were still guarding the ginseng fruit trees and drove them away.
The black iron-like trunk of the ginseng fruit tree stretches towards the sky. It is extremely strong, like a huge rock, with thorns growing in all directions, densely extending towards the sky. On the highest branch, the ginseng fruit tree hangs upside down. With a smile on his face, small, tender buds have grown on his head.
Like a Bodhisattva sitting upside down.
Ning looked at the underage ginseng fruit for a long time and asked: "Are the creatures born of sin still alive?"
Siming said: "In my eyes, they are all living beings."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why?"
Siming's voice was cold and arrogant: "Because the Kingdom of God needs to wipe out the sins in the world. If it is not a living being, why should I condemn it as a sin and why should I kill it?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "In order to make it become a dead spirit, you gave it the name of a living being first?"
Siming said: "They are bound to die."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "Is what the Kingdom of God enforces justice?"
Siming said: "No, what we follow is the law of heaven."
Ning thought about the meaning of this sentence for a long time and didn't ask any more questions.
Drizzle blew into the ginseng fruit tree, and the translucent raindrops turned black.
It waters the ginseng fruit trees.
Ning Chang's gaze moved down along the old lines of the tree trunk.
Next to the huge roots of the demon tree lying on the surface, sticky blood and white bones are still condensed. They have cooled, accelerated their decay, and slowly penetrated deep into the surface, becoming nourishment for the dying tree.
"Was it once a sacred tree..." Ning Jiujiu sighed softly and asked: "Before the sacred tree was about to die, it was willing to accept such a sinful gift and live in poverty. Would humans... do the same?"
"There is no point in thinking about this." Siming looked up at the ancient book, but her eyes seemed to be condescending. She said: "The grass and trees are merciless. They grow toward the sun when the sky is clear and clear. They seek to survive in the heavy rain and thunder and lightning in the smoky sun. They follow the trend. , there is no choice, but people...are different."
As Siming said this, she stretched out her hand towards the ginseng fruit tree.
The nearby rainwater dispersed instantly, and a tidal wave of fog blew up from the bottom of the mountain.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ning Jiujiu vaguely heard the sound of a sword.
Siming has arrived in front of the ginseng fruit tree. Her background looks grim among the white bones on the ground, but the filth flowing through hell cannot stain her robes.
Siming's hand pressed on the sacred tree, her brows were calm, and the black robe was outlined with silver like a tattoo.
The ginseng fruit trees began to tremble and sway.
High on the branch, the smiling face of the ginseng fruit hanging upside down suddenly changed. It seemed to have aged a hundred years, and its face became painful and distorted. It also shook and cried like a baby.
Ning Jiujiu opened his sword eyes.
He could clearly see that under the soil at the bottom of the ginseng fruit tree, there seemed to be ten thousand rats scurrying around and arching upward. They kept screaming, like ghosts desperately beating at the gate of hell. , leaving blood prints and palm marks on it.
"Stay away!" Siming scolded.
Ning Jiujiu took a few steps back, holding Taoist secrets with his hands, calming his whole body and keeping all ghosts away.
The trees screamed, as if they were begging, and the ginseng fruit screamed, as if they were drinking.
Si Ming was indifferent, her slender fingers suddenly became like a dustpan, as if she was grasping some invisible object, pulling it out from the trunk of the tree.
Countless dark winds that had been accumulated for hundreds of years rushed towards me from the tree trunks and dispersed to both sides in front of me.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head, and he could vaguely see the numerous fruits on the tree. Those fruits were like little ghosts with feelings, venting their emotions angrily, trying to kill this woman who dared to take away the last vitality of the sacred tree. The body was broken into pieces.
In Ning Jiujiu's body, the golden crow screamed for joy, struggling to fly out and feast.
"Found it..." Siming suddenly said.
The seemingly indestructible tree trunk was torn open, and something flowed out. They collided with each other, making a sound like swords.
Siming's left hand clicked between his eyebrows.
Her silver hair undulated lightly, and her figure was so small under the black tree, but it was like a moon rising faintly and about to hang on the branches.
After a long time, the darkness dissipated, and the ginseng fruit tree that had survived for hundreds of years seemed to die.
The last ginseng fruit fell down and fell into the muddy bones and rot, his twisted smile stained with blood.
In front of Siming, there was a sword...or rather a knife.
The sword was also slender, made similar to Shen Tu, and its edge was covered with a smoke-like aura of the netherworld.
It is Yu Lei.
It was even more damaged, and the edges were full of chips and cracks.
"It is indeed it." Siming breathed a sigh of relief, his face slightly pale.
Ning didn't look at it for a long time, but first said to Siming: "Thank you for your hard work."
Si Ming looked at Yu Lei and said displeasedly: "I have walked around the world, saving Marry and Xiao Ling, and it is really unlucky for you and your family to be in trouble."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Good people will be rewarded."
Siming said: "I am not a good person."
She was too lazy to engage in hypocritical nonsense with Ning for a long time, and asked directly: "How can I take away this sword?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Can we hire other monsters to send them out?"
"Taking advantage of the sword from the City of Ten Thousand Demons, I won't say whether the demon clan agrees or disagrees. Just talking about this sword, there are only a handful of people who can take it away."
As he spoke, Siming picked off a leaf and gently placed it on the side of the sword. The leaf instantly lost its emerald green color and turned into a piece of fallen ashes.
This Yu Lei Remnant Sword has extremely strong corrosive energy, and monks under the Purple Court Realm cannot grasp it at all.
And those above the Purple Court Realm... may not be willing to help them.
After all, there is still darkness in Kanyutu, and in the darkness it is said that there are four demons who call themselves 'Kings of Heaven', and their attitudes are the most important.
Si Ming is confident that he can be invincible against the enemy at any time.
But if he offends the monsters and is surrounded and suppressed by them, then... Ning Changjiu's body should be gone.
Ning Jiujiu said: "If it's not a sword, wouldn't it be fine?"
Siming asked: "What do you mean?"
Ning Changjiu said: "The old king wanted to use it with more than a thousand hearts to refine it into a pill."
Si Ming thought thoughtfully and said: "You mean, those boys and girls have a place to be useful?"
"I won't practice it." Ning Jiu couldn't do such cruel things, so he said, "Anyway, just make it look less like a sword."
Siming said: "You think that the people in Ten Thousand Monsters City are all fools, and you want to get away with it?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Of course not, but the old monsters must be aware of the movement here. If they want to use this sword in exchange for something, someone should come to us to negotiate terms during this period."
Siming said: "What if we are surrounded and killed?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Probably not."
"Why?" Siming asked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It is difficult for the City of Ten Thousand Demons to protect itself, and all the great demons may not be of one mind. And what the White Deer Flower Demon has done is a thorn in the flesh that many people in the demon clan have long wanted to remove. , of course, the most important thing is that the priest is strong enough, so they must be afraid of you. It is not worth it to enmity with you for the sake of a monster who has committed such heinous crimes."
Siming was quite satisfied with the last reason, nodded slightly, and said: "Then go to Biqiu Peak, search out the Taishang Alchemy Furnace, slowly smelt it, and wait for them to come to negotiate."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Well, these ginseng fruits can just be used to guard the stove and fan the flames."
Siming sneered and said, "You are really thoughtful."
"Thank you." Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "But we still have to prepare for the worst."
"Huh?" Siming was confused.
"I'm not sure whether there is anything on us that is worthy of the danger of those demon kings." Ning Jiujiu said.
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The damaged floor of Wanshou Building was burned clean. Under the floor, Si Ming found the legendary Taishang Alchemy Furnace.
The alchemy furnace is three people tall. The upper and lower furnace bodies are connected like a gourd. There are copper dragons on the four sides of the alchemy furnace, and the upper part is also shaped like an octagonal pavilion.
The flames between the alchemy furnaces have gone out.
Siming strolled up to the alchemy furnace, stretched out a finger, and lifted it up lightly.
With a twist of her wrist, the alchemy furnace flew up. She stepped on the top of the furnace like a flying sword. She flew out of the damaged Wanshou Tower, passed over the Bhikkhu Peak, and came under the ginseng fruit tree.
Siming recognized this relic of the Immortal Palace.
She thought about it for a moment, remembered the key points of using the alchemy furnace, and followed the strict steps to activate the alchemy furnace.
Eight holes were opened, and flames spurted out from the dark furnace.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the delicate operation of her fingers and praised: "Miss Si is really knowledgeable."
Siming said: "This alchemy furnace is the magic weapon of the Supreme Lord. The fire in it can smelt all things, but there were people who practiced magical skills in it."
Ning Jiujiu said: "That man is really awesome."
Siming said: "If you dare to speak lies to me again in the future, I will take you in to practice martial arts."
Ning Jiujiu was not surprised by such a threat, and even agreed with a smile.
After the alchemy furnace is opened, it is like a glutton that has finally come out of its cage after being hungry for a long time, absorbing everything around it wantonly.
"No wonder this alchemy furnace is abandoned. It turns out that this furnace is as crazy as the fallen immortal." Siming sighed and shook his head.
Good things in the world are not strong. No matter how precise the magic weapon is, it will eventually get damaged.
This elixir furnace can no longer mix and refine any elixir, and the idea of White Deer Flower Essence is almost a gamble. But fortunately, she didn't expect Yu Lei to be anything like that, anyway... as long as it wasn't a sword.
Pong!
After Yu Lei was absorbed, Si Ming closed the alchemy furnace.
Ning Jiujiu arranged the hundreds of ginseng fruits around the fire. He distributed banana fan leaves to them and said: "You will be responsible for fanning the fire from now on. If anything goes wrong, please inform us at any time."
In fact, the fire intensity of this sacred fire was beyond the reach of a banana leaf, and the situation in the furnace was clear to Si Ming without them having to tell them.
Ning Jiujiu did this just to train their character.
A virgin also raised objections. She was the one who received Ning Jiujiu at the beginning. She looked at Ning Jiujiu with pitiful eyes, as if she hoped that he would remember his old relationship, "We...we are delicate and frail, and we are naturally afraid of fire." , what kind of climate can you create with this banana leaf fan?"
Siming asked coldly: "Then do you want to be fans or firewood?"
The boys and girls knew how powerful she was, so they backed away one after another, keeping silent and not daring to speak. They each picked up the banana leaf, knelt down by the stove, and started fanning.
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Crossing the muddy mountain road in the rain.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but think of the little monkey demon.
On a rainy night, the monkey demon risked his life to deliver a message, and then disappeared without a trace... Who is it
Ning Jiujiu went around the forest again, but still couldn't find any clues.
He and Siming returned to the peak together and came to the beautifully decorated room.
Siming looked at the decoration in the house, at the ornaments carved from antlers, and at the cut antlers served in a small bowl next to the tea. Only then did he realize that everything was revealed in these details.
If she were still a priest, she could see through everything with just one glance.
Now... I just want to be in this mountain.
Ning Changjiu lay down on the couch familiarly and stretched his body.
Evening has not yet arrived, but Ning Changjiu's face is full of exhaustion.
"How many kilograms of strength have you exerted? Why are you so tired?" Siming asked.
Ning Jiujiu laughed at himself: "It's not because my disciple is not strong enough."
Siming didn't answer. In private, she didn't dare to call him master and disciple with Ning Jiujiu. With Ning Jiujiu's temperament, Bao Buqi would be helpless and do the deed of bullying her master and destroying her ancestors.
Ning Changjiu made the bed and drew the red thread.
Siming said: "Stop pulling the red thread."
Ning Changjiu's eyes brightened slightly and he asked, "What do you mean?"
Siming poured cold water on it and said, "It means that I will not sleep tonight and continue to practice."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Is your body made of iron?"
Siming snorted coldly: "Of course you can't understand me with your mortal eyes."
Ning Changjiu said: "Isn't the most exquisite porcelain made of earth? According to legend, people were made of earth by Emperor Wa. What's the difference?"
Siming said: "The difference is that the Emperor Wa and the Wa people who created you have died long ago, but my kingdom of God still remains."
Ning Jiujiu stopped arguing with her and said, "I'll take a rest first. If anything happens, remember to wake me up."
Siming nodded lightly.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time.
He quickly fell into a dream.
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The scenery in the dream is as real as a replica of reality.
Ning Jiujiu appeared in the courtyard. The temple and the mountains stood tall in front of him, and the continuous clouds rolled past the courtyard. From here, Dahe Town was just a distant microcosm in the eyes.
Ning looked for Xiang'er's shadow for a long time as usual, but he couldn't find it.
Finally, he returned to the table and continued to read the book he had not finished last time.
He immersed himself in the avenues of the book.
When Ning Jiujiu raised his head again, he saw the face of a pure and beautiful girl. The girl had a neat ponytail, her cheeks were like snow, and her eyebrows were picturesque. She was sitting opposite him, her eyes gently moving across the pages of the book. , sometimes thinking, sometimes doubting, sometimes smiling.
It was Zhao Xianger.
Today, she killed another demon. She sat cross-legged as usual and entered her dream. She saw Ning Jiujiu. She looked at him reading and nodded with satisfaction. She didn't disturb him and just sat down with him. Read the book seriously.
After a long time, the intake of knowledge seemed to reach the limit of the sea of consciousness, and the two stopped reading.
They put down their books almost at the same time.
"Xian'er, long time no see."
Although it was only one day apart, Ning Changjiu really felt like three autumns had passed away.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at his face that was influenced by knowledge, and she was much more pleased with it, and said: "Long time no see, um... you also like reading?"
Ning Jiujiu wanted to leave a good impression on Xiao Xiang'er and said with a smile: "I have read poetry and books since I was a child, and I love to copy and scrutinize strange articles and volumes when I encounter them, let alone articles like this given by my master. "
Zhao Xiang'er nodded slightly. She suddenly thought of something, spread her hands and said, "Bring your book to me."
Ning Jiujiu handed the book over and said, "Did we exchange readings?"
"Yes." Zhao Xianger was happy to share knowledge and handed him her book.
The two opened each other's scriptures, but they frowned together.
Huh? Why are there no words in the book? Is this a wordless heavenly book... Yes... It's just a dream. What am I thinking? My mother must have been afraid that I would be lonely reading alone, so she asked him to accompany me. Zhao Xianger thought so.
Um? Why is the book blank? By the way... It's just a dream. Where in the world can there be two such mysterious books? It must be that Master was afraid that I would not be able to sit still while reading alone, so he asked Xiao Xiang'er to accompany me. Ning thought this for a long time.
"Well, your book is not bad either." The two raised their heads and said in unison, sincerely.
They handed each other's books back.
"Well, you must study hard and don't let down your mother...master's expectations." Zhao Xianger said.
"You too, don't let down Master's training. If you dare to be half-hearted, I will punish you on Master's behalf." Ning Jiujiu said.
Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyebrows and said, "Ning Changjiu, how brave are you to say such a thing to me?"
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Miss Xiang'er, do you remember the last time we made a bet? We have already decided who is older and who is younger."
"I..." Zhao Xianger bit her jade-like lips... This damn dream is really continuous... The girl thought angrily, rubbed her head and said, "I don't remember."
Ning Jiujiu pretended to sigh and said: "It turns out that the beautiful girl Xiang'er is such a person who doesn't value promises. Alas, the rumors really cannot be believed."
Zhao Xiang'er always felt that this was a moral kidnapping of her own. Her finely braided teeth gently rubbed her lips, and her pupils were glowing with water in the sun. She hesitated for a while, her nose quivered, and finally she was reluctant. He stood up, relaxed slightly, and said weakly: "Senior brother."
Ning looked at her with lowered eyebrows and a smile.
"Junior sister is so cute." Ning Changjiu said softly.
Zhao Xiang'er was very reluctant, thinking secretly in her heart, trying to find some reason to bet with him again to win back her identity as senior sister.
Ning looked at her childish features for a long time, thinking that this was his junior sister. In a few years, when they grew up together like childhood sweethearts, she would change her name from senior brother to husband... A bright future was outlined in his heart, and he was thinking Ups and downs, regretting that I didn't accept the marriage contract in my previous life, otherwise I could have lived through two lives and tasted different beauty in each life, instead of making up for my regrets in dreams like this moment.
Zhao Xiang'er's mood was completely different. Junior sister, junior sister, junior sister... What junior sister! When he was in Linhe City, he beat him so hard that he even shouted for his sister's life. During the three-year appointment, if he hadn't taken advantage of his sympathy, he would have definitely lost! Obviously I should be the older sister! snort! Conspiracy and conspiracy...
Zhao Xiang'er scolded him angrily in her heart, and comforted herself. Fortunately, it was just a dream, and no one knew about it. Just treat it as a simulation exercise, and you will learn a lesson. If you really meet him in the future, you can't be like this again. The means were deceived!
Just as she was thinking about it, Ning Jiujiu's hand gently reached out and stroked her hair.
"Senior brother!" Zhao Xiang'er's figure suddenly became fierce.
Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked and said, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Xiang'er suddenly opened his hand and said righteously: "What are you doing? We are here to study and practice, not to play dice!"
Ning Jiujiu finally came back from his beautiful imagination. He looked at Zhao Xianger's serious and pretty face and her love for knowledge, and couldn't help but look guilty.
"Okay, junior sister and I will read together!" Ning Jiujiu said with a smile.
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Snowflakes are blooming on the tall trees. Under the trees, the green grass is swaying in the wind. The morning glory, roses and tulips dotted among them are also a perfect match for youth. Next to the big tree full of years, Ning Changchun and Zhao Xianger Sitting on the soft lawn, they held books, bent their legs, back to back. Beams of sunlight leaked from the gaps between the green leaves above, leaving mottled shadows on their clothes and hair.
They just read the book together, sometimes quietly, sometimes talking.
The spring breeze blows, the leaves rustle, the kingfisher sings, and the ants climb along the tree trunks.
This is an afternoon with perfect sunshine, and it is also the youth they once missed and now rely on each other.
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