Empress Nuwa.
Shen Yu was indifferent to this title. She said calmly: "The Immortal Palace is broken, thousands of immortals have fallen, emperors and gods have either vanished into ashes or been reincarnated. After thousands of years, they have changed beyond recognition, and I am no longer myself."
The senior sister of Jiange is still puzzled: "Why would you, an ancestor like you, be willing to become someone else's disciple? Who is the master of Guiguan? Who are all the people in Guiguan?"
Shenyu smiled indifferently. She stood on the lake. The world seemed frozen, but their conversation was echoed clearly.
"They are all of the same kind." Shen Yu said with a calm smile.
The senior sister of Jiange thought for a while and then asked: "May I ask the immortals in the past, how many are left now?"
Shen Yu bluntly said: "Ten can't save one."
Shen Yu's words were light and gentle, but they revealed the ancient bloody atmosphere.
The senior sister of Jiange also felt it, and her words were solemn and heavy: "In the beginning of the battle between the gods, the sky was shattered, and the empress was standing in the four poles, connecting yin and yang, killing ghosts and gods, calming the floods, and her feat of refining stones to mend the sky has been remembered by the world to this day. The sky is safe, why do you have to go against the grain and poke a hole? My dear, what do you... want?"
Shen Yu asked back: "What does Jiange want? Do you want to do justice for heaven?"
The senior sister said without hesitation: "Protect the existence of the way of heaven."
Shen Yu smiled slightly and said: "Protecting the way of heaven? Now is the year of Bai Zang, but it should be said that it is the puppet of a tiger."
The senior sister pondered for a moment and asked: "Lord Nuwa, have you ever been to the Human Dynasty?"
"What do you mean?" Shen Yu asked.
The elder sister explained seriously: "The dynasties in the world have always been ups and downs. It doesn't matter who the emperor is sitting on the throne. It has never harmed the people, so why bother? Five hundred years ago, the saint insisted on going his own way. In the end, he just got what he wanted. A catastrophic ending with millions of corpses only made the world more desolate and deprived all souls of life! It has not been able to recover for hundreds of years. Now the world is cultivating health and rest, and finally has peace in the world. There are sects in the world to maintain, and there are gods in the sky. The country is guarded, all the people are happy, and all spirits are abundant. The era of the ancient gods has passed, and the Lord of the Kingdom of God will not interfere in the human world. We should enjoy this prosperous age, why bother?"
Shen Yu listened quietly, but rarely agreed: "The disaster of five hundred years was indeed too great."
The senior sister frowned and said, "In that case, what are you doing?"
Shen Yu said: "You believe in heavenly principles, but do you really know what you believe in?"
The elder sister said seriously: "The laws of nature are of course the rules derived from heaven and earth. For example, if you are in a country, you must abide by the national laws. If you want freedom, you will smash the national laws to pieces, but can this kind of freedom make the country better?"
"The laws of nature are not national laws, but harsh government." Shen Yu said quietly: "The laws of nature that you believe in have been tampered with long ago, but you are too young and it already existed when you were born, so you don't resist it. , I even feel that it should exist.”
The elder sister retorted: "You always say that the way of heaven is the devil, but what evidence have you produced? Why should I risk the whole world to accompany you to bet on a possibility? Or is it all a scam of yours? What do you want? Are you just returning to your own divine court? When you were on the throne of gods, you were willing to care about the common people. After you lost your divine position, the common people were just pawns at your mercy?"
"I have never been attached to Shenting, and I am too lazy to play chess with the common people, just to increase my life." Shenyu laughed softly, her figure looked lonely in the ice, "You have to believe in the truth you think, I don't I advise you, but one day you will find that this world is not a country at all, but an iron pot that has already been set up with firewood, in which billions of creatures are simmering. The water is still warm at this moment, and you are wandering in it, not wanting to leave. , I can understand.”
The senior sister frowned slightly, her eyes moved slightly, but her sword heart was firm: "The laws of heaven have given me a powerful realm and a clear mind. I can feel its light, what proof can you provide?"
Shen Yu smiled and said, "I don't need to prove anything. This is the path I want to take. I don't ask for recognition."
The senior sister looked at the looming green skirt on the silver lake, and the sword beside her reorganized, densely packed like snake bones.
"Is this your junior brother from Ten Thousand Demons City?" the senior sister suddenly asked.
Shen Yu smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, fortunately, my junior brother hid well and was not killed by you before we found him."
The elder sister narrowed her eyes and said, "Before the saint was suppressed and killed, it was said that there was a prophecy that there would be another saint in the next five hundred years?"
Shen Yu said: "This is what the sword master told you."
The senior sister did not answer, but just asked: "If what the saint said before his death is true, then the saint in this world is most likely your junior brother, right?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Shen Yu's lips, "My junior brother can't become a saint. For a person like him, a beauty blinds his eyesight. It would be better to have one more life than one less..."
However, the elder sister determined that the saint of this generation was the young man named Ning Changjiu.
As long as the saint does not die, thieves will not stop.
"Who was he in his previous life?" Senior Sister Jiange asked.
"You can't say this. Master will punish me if I tell you." Shen Yu looked at the woman surrounded by sword light and said with a smile: "I rarely chat with people so calmly. If you hadn't gone to the City of Ten Thousand Demons, I would have Too lazy to look for you."
The eldest sister did not feel that she was insulted. Instead, she became more willing to fight: "Please give me some advice from Empress Nuwa."
Shen Yu said, "Your sword intention is far from enough to attack me. Let your master do it."
The elder sister said: "Times have changed a long time ago, and you old gods... are too arrogant."
"Really..." Shen Yu raised his head and couldn't help but recall the long past. A thousand years is also a long time for the gods.
In the early days, all the gods who came to the Immortal Court were human beings. They received the authority of the Yuan Dynasty that the Immortal Court came into being, and shaped their true divine bodies and hearts.
They were the first Ascended and the most powerful of all time, and no one since has been able to duplicate their achievements.
They each have their own unique god names, Nuwa, Pangu, Xingtian, Donghuang...
So in that era, in addition to the Six Gods of Taichu, another equally powerful force emerged - Xian Ting.
They were the ones who answered the call in troubled times. At that time, the Seventh God had just been killed and the rules of the world were broken. The great monks, who had endured for countless years in the troubled times, broke through the bottleneck together and gained unprecedented power.
At that time, they didn't even need to write heavenly monuments.
Later they found out that the reason why they could not ascend in the past was because they did not understand the mystery of the Sky Monument. With the death of the seventh god, the rules of heaven and earth were broken. In the future, before they could be rebuilt, the group of people who ascended with power would have been eliminated. After that, the way of heaven was re-established, and the rules of the heavenly monument were repaired.
The gods at that time had great magical powers, and they left countless feats in their struggle for power with the ancient gods, the old gods, and later the dark lords.
Unfortunately, everyone knows the final outcome.
The Immortal Palace collapsed, thousands of immortals fell, and the Twelve Kingdoms of Gods were determined with a new order, maintaining the way of heaven and becoming the iron law of the world, unshakable for thousands of years.
In short, it was a long, long time ago... Many times, she would even wonder whether the person who mended the sky back then was the same person as herself now.
On the Silver Lake in front, the senior sister of the Sword Pavilion has deployed a formation of ten thousand swords in one thought. The entire Silver Lake is illuminated by the sword light. This place does not look like a lake, but like a sword kingdom. Anyone who steps into it, All are subject to death and no life.
It's no longer quiet.
The silvery lake water rippled, the sword passed through the air, stirring up slender wind, and the stars covered the top, seeming to twinkle faintly. The whole world is like a dying candle, a sign that the silence will be broken.
Shen Yu looked at everything and said coldly: "Who asked you to speak?"
All things fell silent and returned to silence.
Including the sword of the elder sister of Jiange.
Shenyu walked in the kingdom of swords, just like taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. She raised her green sleeves, and the sword light of her hidden sword lingered, "Let me see what the sword master taught you and see if he is worthy of it." The title of the first person in the world."
Silver Lake is broken.
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When Siming woke up, Ning Changjiu was sitting against the wall, regulating his breath and pulse, and practicing sword techniques.
Siming let out a breath, and immediately rubbed his brows after regaining his composure.
Nothing is touched…
Fortunately, there is no slave pattern, it is just a dream.
My dreams are getting weirder and weirder lately. The higher the realm, the clearer the content of the dream
Siming thought this, slowly raised his head and looked at the rain outside the window.
"Are you awake?" Ning adjusted his breath for a long time and went through a round of Zhoutian.
Siming was wearing thin clothes. He had obviously slept all night, but he looked even more tired.
She got up from the bed without getting up. Her feet touched the cool floor, her head lowered, and she gently combed her silver hair hanging on her chest with her fingers. Her brows were cold, as if she was thinking about something.
Ning looked at her for a long time and asked, "Are you worried?"
"No." Siming replied and asked, "What kind of exercises are you practicing?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is the Taoism that I have newly learned."
Siming did not ask further questions. She combed her long hair and asked, "Have you had any strange dreams recently?"
Ning Jiujiu thought that he was talking strangely in his sleep again, and that sleeptalk must be related to Xiang'er.
He denied it flatly and said, "No, in my dreams lately, I mostly just reminisce about the past."
"Reminiscing about the past?" Siming's voice was a little soft as he said, "Is there anything you can't let go of?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "How can we not let go of the past? The unpredictable future is the only thing worth worrying about."
Siming was silent for a while, and she, who always liked to ridicule Ning Jiujiu, rarely agreed, "Well, you're right."
Ning Jiujiu shuddered, a little unaccustomed to it, and thought to himself, were you beaten in a dream? Why are you so good today? They all have the potential to be a good wife and mother.
Siming also felt that the atmosphere was not right. She got up and walked across the ground, came to the mirror, and stared at the center of her eyebrows for a long time.
The light inside the house was dim, the rain was pattering outside, and the entire City of Ten Thousand Demons was as calm as a calm lake.
"Okay, get up." Siming suddenly said: "Go and have a look at the ginseng fruit tree."
Ning Jiujiu responded, stretched his muscles, stood up, and put on his clothes. Siming also walked behind the screen to change clothes.
The screen is thin and colored like black gauze. Ning Jiujiu can vaguely see the shadows on it.
Siming put on the dark divine robe and walked out from behind the screen, her brows returning to a cold expression.
Before Ning Changjiu left, he took a white paper umbrella and handed it to Siming.
Siming pushed the umbrella away and said, "I don't need it."
Ning Jiujiu took a handful himself.
"Can this little bit of spring rain kill a half-step five-step ascetic? Or do you like being too arty?" Siming started taunting again.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "It's just a little taste of the world."
Siming asked: "Small fun is important?"
"Of course it's important," Ning Jiujiu said, "This is one of the evidences that we are human beings."
Si Ming was noncommittal and walked in the rain with his hands behind his back.
On the quiet street, the bluestone slabs were polished like mirrors, and the blurred figures gradually faded away in the rain.
Ning held on to the white umbrella for a long time, looked at Si Ming's ethereal eyes, and quietly tilted the umbrella towards her.
"..." Siming felt his superfluous move and said nothing.
The two of them walked like this.
Although the umbrella above your head is useless, it can give people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
It's just that many of the scenery was hidden under the umbrella and couldn't be seen clearly.
Siming said: "After Xiaoling is rescued, let's go back to Duanjie City."
Ning Jiujiu made an agreement with Shao Xiaoli that he would definitely go back, but he didn't think now was the right time: "Why?"
Siming said: "I always feel that Bai Zang's real goal is there."
"Yeah." Ning Jiujiu had the same idea.
Although he doesn't know Bai Zang, he has felt her greed when it comes to Tian Zang and Ming Jun.
The death of the Headless God is a warning. How could a god like her, who coveted all powerful powers, let go of a forgotten divine kingdom
By then, the city of Broken Boundary may be in danger.
"I hope the trip to Ten Thousand Monsters City will not cause any big disturbances." Ning Jiujiu said.
Siming said calmly: "Only the weak will be timid."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and tilted the umbrella closer to her.
Siming turned around and looked at his shoulders that were wet by the rain, frowning slightly, and a look of disdain appeared in his ice eyes: "Is it over yet? Why are you so childish?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "If you protect others from the wind and rain, you will always get wet."
Siming said: "It is the umbrella that protects you from the wind and rain, not you."
Ning was silent for a long time and said, "What if one day the umbrella leaks?"
The umbrella he mentioned refers to the sky.
Siming thought for a while and said: "The sky has been leaked once. More than three thousand years ago, the great goddess Nuwa once performed the feat of refining stones to mend the sky. Unfortunately, the deceased is gone now. If history repeats itself, there will be no survivors. I have no choice but to survive in the rain."
"Does Nuwa really exist?" Ning Changjiu asked. He had only heard the relevant myths told by the eldest sister. The eldest sister boasted that Nuwa was so magical that he couldn't believe it.
Siming said: "Mending the sky is not a legend, and creating humans is also a great achievement, but it is too old and can no longer be pursued."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "How do you create humans?"
Siming said calmly: "It's just what you think."
Ning Jiujiu's eyes widened.
Si Ming looked at his expression and said puzzledly: "Isn't it common knowledge among children to fabricate sacred soil and holy water? Are you so shocked?"
"..." Ning Jiujiu felt ashamed to tell his true thoughts just now, and said silently: "The ancient gods really knew everything."
Siming said matter-of-factly: "This is the privilege of the world's pioneers."
In the drizzle, the two walked slowly and slowly. The drizzle soaked Ning Jiujiu's shoulders bit by bit. Si Ming looked at the clear water marks on his white clothes and asked, "What if one day, the sky really leaks?" , you happen to have an umbrella in your hand, will you still give it to me like this?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yes."
Si Ming originally wanted to ask, if Lu Marian and Zhao Xianger were there, who would you give them to, but asking this way always made her status seem strange. She gave up the torture, and Ning Jiujiu escaped unknowingly.
Ning Jiujiu asked, "If I give you the umbrella, will you take it?"
Si Ming stopped.
They happened to reach the mountainside, surrounded by fields of withered camellias, and the flower-protecting bells swayed all alone, with a weak sound. They have lost what they need to protect, and in the long years to come, they will just be rusting in the rain.
Siming stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was confused for a moment before he realized that she was talking about an umbrella.
Ning Jiujiu handed her the umbrella.
Siming took the umbrella, held it and walked to the edge of the cliff, suddenly raising his hand.
The umbrella fell leisurely down the cliff.
Under the cliff is a forest soaked in rain and fog.
The white umbrella floated there, getting smaller and smaller in the field of vision, like a flower riding the wind in the rain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This is Siming's answer.
Ning looked at the direction where the umbrella disappeared for a long time and smiled.
"Let's go." Siming said.
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At the foot of the mountain, the fire in the Taishang Alchemy Furnace was getting stronger and stronger. When the originally lazy boys and girls saw the arrival of Ning Changchun and Si Ming, they immediately sat upright and fanned the fire honestly.
Under the ginseng fruit tree, resentment has been accumulated for millions of years and will not dissipate.
Siming opened his eyes and glanced at the alchemy furnace, and said: "It will take nearly half a month."
This sentence became a haze in the hearts of boys and girls.
They are essentially wood spirits. The demonic spirits of flowers and trees are called "puppet". This name is derived from the puppet. The wooden man who is controlled by others is a puppet, and the wooden man who has his own intelligence is called a puppet.
They are naturally afraid of open fires and love ghost fires, and the fire of this alchemy furnace is the hottest level among open fires.
One day in front of this furnace is like a year, and if you stay for half a month, they will go crazy...
Ning sighed for a long time: "Half a month... so long."
Although Xiao Ling still has less than 200 days before his "death is approaching", things will change later...
While speaking, Siming suddenly turned back and looked at a tree not far from them.
"Who?" Siming asked.
I saw a big bird squatting on the tree. The big bird had silver-gray feathers and wore a red crow mask. After it was discovered, it was not afraid at all. Instead, it squawked, flew to the ground, and turned into a human body. A person covered with feathers and with skinny limbs.
"I am the envoy of the Golden-winged Dapeng King." Big Bird spoke.
The Golden-winged Dapeng King is the only living demon saint in the City of Ten Thousand Demons. He once had the feat of whales drinking from rivers and swallowing up Buddhist kingdoms. Even though he was seriously injured five hundred years ago and is still difficult to recover, his strength cannot be underestimated.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What's the matter?"
The messenger said: "A demon died in the city, and something strange happened. Your Majesty ordered me to investigate the matter."
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other.
Siming said coldly: "I killed the white deer demon. If you came here for this matter, there is no need to go around."
"That's not the case." The messenger said: "Although the White Deer Demon is under the King's command, the King seems not to have decided to pursue the matter. Another demon died last night."
Siming asked: "Who died?"
The messenger said: "One is the Hundred-faced Fox, a great demon of the Purple Garden Realm. He has a big opera troupe in the outer city and can also do some acrobatics. The other is the Mist Demon King of Qijue Cliff. He and his red python are strange. He died. The cause of his death is unknown. The superiors attach great importance to this matter and have ordered an investigation of every outsider."
Mist Demon King
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How will Lord Demon Saint plan to investigate?"
The messenger handed over two chapters of paper and said, "Just write down your recent itinerary, and your Majesty will be able to distinguish right from wrong."
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Not impressive.
The second senior brother sat among the white clouds. He used his sword at will and cut the sea of clouds into pieces. They did not close up for a long time.
In the sea of clouds, a green skirt appeared and came to his side in a blink of an eye.
"Senior sister, how are you?" the second senior brother asked.
Shenyu said: "No divine envoy has appeared in Bai Zang Divine Kingdom."
She was willing to stop the eldest disciple of Jiange in person, not because she valued him, but because she just wanted to see the reaction of Bai Zang Divine Kingdom.
The second senior brother nodded lightly and said with a smile: "Bai Zang is really greedy and timid. He doesn't dare to take such a risk. Hey, when I first saw her before, she was still seriously injured and trying to survive under the Blood Killing Cliff. The demon is covered in blood and doesn’t look cute at all.”
Shen Yu smiled coldly: "Back then, you could indeed crush her to death with one hand. Unfortunately, now she has taken over the city that should have been yours, watered it with silver, and renamed it the Snow Palace, and now you... alas, When the sword master comes out, I don’t have the slightest confidence that you can win.”
The second senior brother sighed and said honestly: "I don't have confidence either."
Shen Yu looked at his expression and said, "If you don't care about everything, can you really be free and easy?"
The second senior brother grinned and said: "I just don't want to worry too much. Master will plan everything. I will be responsible for carrying the knife and killing people."
Shen Yu said: "Master should not have saved you in the first place."
The second senior brother said: "If you don't save me, how can you save your brother?"
Shen Yu laughed and said, "Junior brother, you have become more and more tough in your speech recently."
The second senior brother said quickly: "It's just a joke, senior sister, don't take it seriously."
Shen Yu was too lazy to say anything, and said: "Anyway, please be more careful. If I were you, I would watch someone occupying the magpie's nest, but I would not have the leisure to sit alone in the clouds and be the enemy of this leisurely white cloud."
"My city..." The second senior brother smiled lonelyly: "Everyone in the city is dead and I am the only one living. How can it be considered my city?"
Shen Yu said: "Your city is still there, and you are still there, with everything in place, why should you be dejected?"
The second senior brother listened, was silent for a while, and laughed easily. He pressed the knife on the back half a finger wide, slowly wiped it, and said: "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I have a plan in my heart... I will definitely invite Senior Sister when the time comes. The junior brothers went to drink on the tower, look at the scenery under the colorful clouds, and reminisce about the scenery of the past."
"I hope so." Shen Yu hummed lightly.
The second senior brother remembered something and asked, "By the way, how was your fight with that girl?"
Shen Yu said: "That girl is not bad. If she cultivates for another hundred years, she should be able to become a great weapon. Now the fire is still lacking. She should still be healing in Silver Lake at the moment. She will not be able to reach the City of Ten Thousand Demons within a month."
"Senior sister is indeed unparalleled in the world." Second senior brother praised.
Shenyu was too lazy to respond. She stepped through the sea of clouds and drifted towards an unseen place.
The second senior brother stretched himself and recited a famous poem casually.
Shen Yu only heard the first sentence.
"Cha Ci Bai Di Caiyunjian."
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