No more light leaked from the huge tree canopy above, the sky and clouds gradually moved away, and the soft sound of rain replaced the sound of the stream. Ning Changjiu's consciousness floated in the desolation for a while. He opened his eyes and woke up. .
His eyes focused.
The person next to the pillow was already at the window at some point, meditating in front of the drizzle. His long uncombed hair was slightly messy. He had not yet changed into his nightgown, and his white cotton clothes reflected the dim light from the window. , making everything blurry.
"Wake up so early?" Ning Jiujiu said softly.
Siming said: "Not long after you fell asleep, I woke up."
Ning Jiujiu frowned slightly, and he touched his side... Well, there was obviously still some residual warmth.
He couldn't help but think of last night's dream.
Strange, why do you dream about Si Ming? Is it just because he is afraid of the sun, or is it because she is sleeping next to him
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why don't you sleep?"
Siming said: "When I think of you next to me, I feel like sleeping on pins and needles. I can't sleep at night, so I get up to practice swordsmanship."
Ning Jiujiu felt that what she said made sense, so he didn't ask further questions. He just stood up, leaned against the bed frame, breathed softly, and sorted out his thoughts.
The Bhikkhu Peak is extremely quiet in the early morning.
Ning Jiujiu still had lingering fears about last night's dream. He touched his back and broke into a cold sweat... Oh, why did Master let me have such a dream? Are you punishing yourself? Fortunately, I pretended to be stupid and got through.
He originally doubted whether this dream would be real, after all, their personalities were too expressive and lifelike. But the conversation in the dream was still fresh in Ning's memory. In the mutual ridicule between Xiang'er and Siming, she pointed out Siming's true identity. Not only that, she also acted as if she knew Siming thoroughly.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Xiang'er to know Si Ming.
Is it really still my fantasy...
He stretched. Although he had just woken up from a dream, he seemed to have been fighting all night and was physically and mentally exhausted.
He wasn't even sure if this was a dream or a nightmare.
But the way Wenwei looked in her dream was so cold, majestic and lovely, like a goddess carved by frost... Alas, it's a pity that Wenwei is not around at the moment.
The flowers in the dream are alluring, but knowledge is as new as ever. Ning Jiujiu stopped worrying about it. He recalled the contents of the scriptures and read them carefully while meditating and adjusting his breath. After clearing away distracting thoughts, he began to practice seriously.
It was getting brighter.
When Ning Jiujiu opened her eyes again, Siming had already put on the divine robe. She sat in front of the mirror and recalled her dream last night. She thought about the many strange things in the dream, which were difficult to distinguish, and her thoughts became more and more complicated and confusing.
He has obviously never met Zhao Xiang'er, so why would she know him? Why did Lu Marian become so cold? Why did Ning Jiujiu turn back to sixteen years old...
While his thoughts were swirling, Ning Jiujiu came behind him, took the wooden comb, and combed his hair.
Her hair is very long and combing it takes a lot of time. The wooden comb slid over her, and her silver hair was like white snow melting into a stream, soft and silky, and the slightly glowing light was blurred little by little, appearing blurry in the dim morning.
Siming temporarily withdrew his thoughts.
She felt a little ridiculous thinking about her dreams.
What kind of dream is it, it must be a method used by the inner demon to interfere with oneself! The more I think about it, the deeper I fall into it, and I fall into the trap of my inner demon.
In the mirror, they looked at each other's faces.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to ask something, but he hesitated and didn't know how to speak.
Siming also wanted to ask something, but he just pursed his red lips lightly, as if he was hesitating on how to ask.
The silver hair is gradually combed neatly.
Ning Jiujiu took a deep breath, he still wanted to know the truth, he wanted to find out what happened in the dream.
"Miss Si Ming." Ning Jiujiu said seriously.
Si Ming, who was in a complicated mood, moved slightly and said angrily: "What are you doing in such a sudden shock?"
Ning looked at her face for a long time and asked, "I want to ask you a question, and I hope you answer me truthfully."
Siming frowned and said, "What do you want to ask?"
Ning Jiujiu felt that he was too serious, so he smiled slightly and asked: "Did you...did you dream about me last night?"
"..." Siming looked at his smile and felt that he had evil intentions no matter how he looked at it. Humph, you were teasing yourself so early in the morning? Who do you think I am! Siming responded coldly: "I did dream about you."
Ning Jiujiu was slightly startled and said cautiously: "What did you dream about?"
Siming said: "I dreamed that you were tied to the sacred pillar. Lu Marian, Zhao Xianger, Ning Xiaoling, Shao Xiaoli... they took knives and cut you into five parts."
Ning Jiujiu felt horrified when he heard this.
Besides, it was Siming's imagination that limited this dream...
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "What a ridiculous dream."
Siming snorted coldly.
Ning Jiujiu combed her hair.
It seemed that the dream was just a dream, or that he was overthinking... Ning put down the comb for a long time and looked out the window with a leisurely expression.
After that, they came to the foot of the mountain as usual to monitor the ginseng puppet monsters and observe the progress of Yu Lei's refining. The ginseng fruit tree on the side has completely lost its vitality and is swaying in the cold wind, like a dead tumor growing out of thousands of flesh and blood.
There are different opinions about the deaths of the Hundred-Faced Fox and the Mist Demon King, but the Golden-winged Dapeng does not seem to have turned the blame on them.
Everything was unreal.
While Ning Jiujiu was practicing, he was also investigating the matter of Kunlun. He and Siming searched many demon peaks in Ten Thousand Demon City, but failed to get a clear answer. The little demon monkey seemed to have really evaporated and never appeared again.
At the top of Xiaoleiyin Peak, Si Ming stood on the cliff where the rain had not dried, and stopped to look into the distance.
On the mountain peaks, the wind was blowing loudly, black clouds were moving forward, and wet moisture filled the air.
"When the saint dies, people will come there." Si Ming pointed in a certain direction and said softly: "At that time, above these peaks, there will be a silver sea like the tide, with priests and gods like Bodhisattvas sitting high in the sky, and gods. After recruiting them, the divine generals lined up in front of the formation, with thunder rolling and murderous intent rising into the sky. Afterwards, a hundred thousand divine soldiers poured down like a flood, drowning thousands of monsters, exterminating all living beings, and leaving corpses scattered across thousands of miles..."
Siming described the scene in her mind.
Ning listened quietly for a long time. He looked at the open world and couldn't imagine what it would be like when such a scene actually happened.
The sins of the ginseng fruit tree seem too childish in comparison.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What did you do when you were a priest in the past?"
Siming recalled: "Keep the sundial, control the rules of the sky, and control all things."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "It's been a long time, won't it get boring?"
Siming said: "The gods are pure-hearted and have few desires. They are not aware of the passage of time. How can it be like traveling in the world right now with you by your side, living like years. Besides, even if I tell you about the joy of the priests, it will be difficult for you to understand."
"That's it..." Ning Changjiu agreed, but in his heart, he thought, does the god have to castrate his desires so that he will not be lonely in the long years
Isn't this another kind of loneliness
They arrived at Xiaoleiyin Peak. After passing the stele pavilion and entering the city gate, there was a bright Buddha light in front of me, with the aura of purple gold.
The demon enshrined on Xiaoleiyin Peak has extremely long yellow eyebrows. It is wearing a cassock and golden armor, holding a Zen staff and a mace in its hands. It sits solemnly and looks at both civil and military officials.
There are not many other things on this peak, but a lot of classics and classics are sold. Ning Changjiu and Siming visited a few bookstores. Siming was not very interested in those grand scriptures, but he found a few miscellaneous books in the corner and flipped through them. , Ning glanced at it for a long time, it seemed like "Duiyun", "Divine Rhythm Enlightenment" or something like that.
Ning was puzzled for a long time, thinking how could Si Ming be interested in this kind of book.
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Deep in the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The golden-winged roc is also meditating.
He is covered with golden feathers and wears a red crow mask. His long gray hair is blowing behind the mask. Under the golden feathers, dark golden mail is looming. His folded, ancient sword-like wings are huge, so his body He doesn't look that burly, but his image when meditating gives people a sense of sharpness rather than painstaking meditation.
He meditated attentively on the stone altar. Beside him, streaks of light burned faintly. Those flames turned into various forms of demon sparrows. They looked painful and struggled in the flames, making shrill and phantom calls.
What the golden-winged roc operates is the Secret of Ten Thousand Demons.
Its Ten Thousand Demons Art is different from the ordinary Ten Thousand Demons Art taught by saints.
It combines its own heaven-devouring and earth-devouring skills. As long as it devours other monsters, it can take possession of their magical powers.
But that kind of monster must also come from the same ancestry, otherwise it will suffer great backlash.
When the Golden-winged Dapeng first met Jiuling Yuan Sheng, he took him as a confidant and discussed with him the method of swallowing. Jiuling Yuan Sheng was born with nine heads, and his method of swallowing heaven and earth was inferior to his own. Except for the gluttonous beasts of ancient times, in terms of devouring alone, there is no existence in the Kingdom of God that can match them.
It's a pity... The Nine Spirits Yuansheng didn't know why he was so crazy that he gave up the method of devouring completely and practiced like that ascetic monk. How is this different from the stone lion at the door
Thousands of demon sparrows flapped their wings and turned into pieces of golden feathers, clinging to them as his magnificent golden roc pattern circulated.
In front of him was a huge stone statue.
The shape of the stone statue is like a large bow. A large bow is usually buried in the ground and half of it is exposed. The rocks on it are stained with old marks, as if they have been exposed to wind and rain for many years, but they have not fallen off.
The big bow has no strings.
The golden-winged roc showed its Dharma body, shining brightly.
The sharp claws of the dharma body were placed on the bow, and they were holding tightly. The whistling sound of lightning and thunder suddenly sounded, sweeping across the entire mountain. Wild clouds were coming, and the sudden rain seemed to fall down at any time, flooding the entire mountain.
The golden-winged roc held the long bow tightly, its golden pupils burning with red fire, and it used all its strength to uproot it.
The stone bow trembled but remained motionless.
The golden-winged roc's Dharma form actually had fine cracks.
"... Ahem." After a long time, the golden-winged roc let go of its hand, covered its chest, and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. It said to itself unwillingly: "It still doesn't work..."
Why can Jiuling Yuansheng pull out the stone lion, but he can't
Did my path go astray
No! impossible! It must be that the Ten Thousand Demon Art is not complete enough...the level of these demon sparrows is too low...
Divine bird…
Only a true divine bird can complete the Ten Thousand Demons Art!
He will refine himself into the ancestor of all demons, swallow up the mountains and seas, swallow up the sky, and swallow the red bird into his belly. Then he will refine himself into a true Buddha, with the world inside him, and reach the supreme state where I am the universe and the universe is me!
The golden-winged roc kept panting. He covered his chest and slowly closed his red-gold pupils, as if he had finally made up his mind.
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On the road between Jiange and Gu Lingzong, Liu Junzhuo, who was wearing a black and white sword skirt, had a frosty complexion and was walking in the air with a flying sword.
The sword she steps on can be willow leaves, thin ice, river water, or invisible wind.
This is the magical power to turn everything into a sword, a state that most sword cultivators cannot reach in their lifetime.
But she's not proud of it.
Because she lost her real sword.
Now she was traveling south, across mountains and seas, to find her sword.
The landforms were changing underfoot, and the Ancient Spirit Sect was finally approaching.
Liu Junzhuo changed his appearance and found a random inn to stay. After a night's rest, he would set out early tomorrow morning and should be able to arrive before evening.
I hope that the process of taking the sword can be smoother, so as not to embarrass the sword pavilion again... I don't know if Si Ming, who is ranked fourth in the ancient spirit sect, is as powerful as the rumors say.
At this moment, in Gu Ling Sect, Lu Jianjian was guarding the huge sect alone.
She was still practicing by the waterfall during the day without any distractions. In her spare time during practice, she was looking forward to the arrival of night more and more. Those sounds, faces, and smiles may all be illusions, but the warmth and warmth in her heart were real.
As she recalled the scenes in her dream, she couldn't help but laugh softly, without any haughtiness.
I don’t know how long this dream can last.
She looked quietly into the distance by the window.
The sun sets in the west, and darkness fills the world in the twilight.
Ning Xiaoling jumped in from the window, wagging her tail carefree.
Since her senior brother left, she has taken possession of her master. She sleeps in the same bed with her master every day. She is very gentle and happy and does not miss her senior brother.
Lu Marian held Ning Xiaoling in her arms, took the basin, washed her dirty paws, and said with a smile: "If you continue to be crazy like this every day, you will really turn into a wild fox."
Ning Xiaoling smiled and rubbed her master, saying, "Didn't master also be a big fox for a while?"
After a moment of calm, Ning Xiaoling screamed. She lay on the ground, covering her head with her little paws, and said: "Master, you have never beaten Xiaoling's chestnuts before. Are you annoying Xiaoling?"
Lu Marian retracted her hand, thinking that she must have become more skilled in the fight in her dream.
She patted Ning Xiaoling's head gently and said, "Okay, let's go to bed after washing."
"Master went to bed so early these past two days," Ning Xiaoling said.
Lu Marian said calmly: "Well, I'm just too tired from practicing swordplay during the day."
Ning Xiaoling was not suspicious. She stepped on the towel with her little paws, wiped it clean, got into the bed, curled up, and covered her body with a cloud-like tail.
In her dream, Ning Xiaoling came to a field with green waves of wheat. She instinctively plunged into it and ran happily, unaware of the passage of time.
Lu Marry appeared again in the small courtyard of the Taoist temple.
Not long after, Zhao Xianger, Ning Changjiu, and Si Ming also came one after another.
Lu Marion stood in front of the stone table and put on a cold stand. They called the senior sister one by one before they were allowed to sit down.
Zhao Xiang'er discovered that Si Ming and Ning Changjiu arrived almost at the same time, which made her a little uncomfortable.
"Junior sister Si Ming, we meet again." Zhao Xiang'er looked at Si Ming and smiled.
Siming glanced at her with a cold snort, sat down next to Ning Changjiu, and said, "Yes, long time no see."
Zhao Xiang'er was dissatisfied with her attitude and said, "Why don't you salute Senior Sister when we meet?"
Siming said: "You have now been demoted to the third disciple."
"So what? I will crush you to death because I am one level above you." Zhao Xianger crossed her arms and said proudly: "The hierarchy in the temple is very strict, and disciples should be more polite. If you don't scream, I will ask the senior sister to make the decision for me. .”
Siming glanced at Lu Jianjian. Lu Jianjian was holding a ruler, her face as calm as an ice lake, and she seemed to acquiesce to Zhao Xiang'er's actions.
Si Ming felt very aggrieved, thinking that as a priest, even if he fell down, he still had the strength of the five peaks, but he had to be taught a lesson by two juniors from Ziting? Huh, you are bullying others with your power. If you meet outside, I will see if my sister will make you slaves!
But the situation was stronger than the person. Si Ming hesitated but stood up, bowed, and said in a stiff voice: "I have met Zhao...Senior Sister Zhao Xiang'er."
Ning Jiujiu raised his hand and said, "And me."
Siming became even more angry, wondering why you were joining in the fun... She gritted her teeth and said, "I've met... I've met senior brother Jiujiu."
"Okay, sister, you can sit down." Zhao Xianger's words were sarcastic.
Siming stroked the lower skirt of the divine robe and sat down, looking aggrieved.
In Lu Marian's consciousness, Kenshin once again issued an order: Let everyone in the audience live in harmony, pity and care for each other from the bottom of their hearts. You can get a hundred swords.
Lu Marry was shocked, and for a time she suspected that she had heard wrongly.
She now has a total of twenty-eight sword hearts.
A hundred swords... wouldn't that just fill the sword's core to the full!
But the difficulty of this task is indeed terrifying.
As we all know, Ning Changjiu may be easy to talk to, but the conflict between Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming is almost irreconcilable. How easy is it to get them to get along harmoniously
But since the fairy sister issued this command, there must be a way to achieve it!
On the other side, after a quarrel, Siming and Zhao Xianger began to read books angrily, vowing to compete for the throne of the three outstanding disciples.
"Stop, stop reading today." Lu Married said.
"Huh? Why?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
Lu married her hands behind her back, pacing leisurely, and said: "Although there are only three of you, but the three of you have grudges against each other, how can you create a good reading atmosphere? I think that if you want to study, you must first understand this atmosphere. Corrected."
Zhao Xiang'er and Siming looked at each other and turned their heads away, not at odds with each other.
Ning Jiujiu cooperated with Lu Jianjiang and asked, "How can we correct the trend?"
Lu Marion thought for a while and said, "Let's... play some games together to enhance our relationship."
"Playing games?" Ning Jiujiu was astonished and asked, "What are you playing?"
Lu Marry pondered for a moment, thinking about what she watched other children play when she was a child. While recalling it, she tentatively said, "How about... jumping rubber bands, throwing handkerchiefs, and jumping squares?"
“…”
Ning Changjiu, Zhao Xiang'er, Si Ming. The three of them looked at Lu Marry, their eyes full of shock and confusion.
Lu Marian looked at them and felt extremely ashamed, but according to her understanding, playing games is the fastest way to promote relationships! This not only allows everyone to live in harmony and avoid fighting, but also makes one's sword heart perfect. It is simply the best of both worlds.
Lu Marian took out the ruler, weighed it in her hand, glanced around coldly, and said lightly: "What? Do you have any opinions on my senior sister's suggestions?"
The three of them looked at each other, waiting for the other party to take the lead in protesting. In the end, no one took the lead and succumbed to the majesty of Lu Jiaoyou.
The three of them sat down on the lawn.
Lu Marry cut off a priceless Immortal Climbing Vine and turned it into a rubber band and handed it to them. Zhao Xiang'er and Siming put the rubber band on each other and stood in the middle for a long time, ashamed to go in.
Lu Marry gently patted Ning Jiujiu on the back with a ruler and said, "What? You don't listen to Senior Sister?"
Ning Jiujiu jumped in like a jumping knife and a sea of fire, suppressing the shame in his heart, and jumped up awkwardly and stiffly.
Zhao Xiang'er and Siming couldn't bear to look directly at him and closed their eyes one after another.
Only Lu Marian showed a happy smile.
Well... it's a beginning after all.
However, because they did not study seriously, the swords disappeared one by one in Lu Marion's sword heart.
While Lu Marian was heartbroken, she thought that as long as they were reconciled, the sword's heart would be filled instantly. It would be worth it no matter what!
After Ning Changjiu finished jumping like a zombie, he jumped out again like a zombie.
Lu Marian asked: "Are you happy dancing?"
Ning Chang looked ashen and said, "I'm so happy."
Lu Marion patted his head with a smile, resisted the desire to hug him, and said, "Okay, little Changjiu, you and Siming go to dance while Xiang'er dances."
Zhao Xianger looked at the ruler in her hand, bit her lip, and whispered: "You all close your eyes! No one is allowed to look at it, especially you, Ning Changjiu!"
After Zhao Xianger finished dancing, she came out with a red face. The next one is Si Ming.
The three of them were in sympathy with each other, no one was embarrassing the other, and they closed their eyes together.
After jumping the rubber band, Lu Marry's sword had lost five pieces.
The next one is throwing the handkerchief.
Ning never had the slightest sense of participation in this game. During the whole process, Zhao Xiang'er and Siming Gong were avenging their personal revenge, throwing each other back and forth, chasing each other. In front of Ning Changjiu's eyes, black skirts and white skirts kept passing by, like day and night alternating for ten thousand years. Apart from being dazzled, he even There is a sense of vicissitudes of life.
Lu Jianzi lost five more swords.
The last game could not be played because Zhao Xiang'er and Siming had already started fighting over the handkerchief. The two beautiful women, equally beautiful, rolled on the lawn and kept fighting, destroying countless wild flowers.
Although Ning Changjiu thought it was pleasing to the eye, he couldn't bear to see them hurt their already weak feelings. He quickly asked for help and said: "Senior sister, if two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. Please stop fighting, and be careful not to disturb the master."
Lu Marry sighed, and the sword fell faster.
Her heart was in a knot, and she joined forces with Ning Changjiu to stop it, and finally separated the two.
Zhao Xiang'er's black hair was messy and her expression was arrogant, like a little tiger. She dusted off her clothes, as if she wanted to fight again. Si Ming's silver hair was messy, and his expression was arrogant, like a big tiger. She clenched her fists and vowed I want to give Zhao Xianger a good beating.
Lu Marian looked at them and was a little annoyed.
Ning Jiujiu hoped that Lu Marry would say some words of accommodation. Unexpectedly, Lu Marry remained silent for a moment, but then asked: "You... do you have a feeling of sympathy for each other that we don't know each other?"
"..." Si Ming and Zhao Xianger looked at her together, with complicated expressions, and they both had the emotion of "Senior Sister, it's time for you to give in."
Ning Jiujiu patted his forehead, thinking that this must be my family's stupid marriage, it is guaranteed to be fake!
"Okay, okay." Seeing that it had no effect, Lu Marian did not force it, and said: "You guys should study first today, don't delay, we can discuss the matter of correcting the atmosphere later."
The false harmony is restored within the contemplation.
Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming were both gearing up in their hearts, vowing to pin the other down and give them a good beating.
Marry Lu married off fifteen sword hearts, her heart was bleeding, and she was miserable.
But then she thought about it, now that it was over, she could only break the jar! Well, it is obviously impossible to enhance feelings in one go. Let them play hide-and-seek tomorrow...
An hour later, during after-school time, Zhao Xiang'er asked Ning Changjiu why he didn't come to help him just now.
Si Ming also questioned Ning Changjiu.
Ning Jiujiu was chased by them and hid behind Lu Yuai, so they spontaneously started to play the game of eagle catching chicken...
In the end, Lu Marion failed to protect him and watched helplessly as her husband was executed on the spot by them.
In the Taoist temple, Ye Changong looked at Zhao Xiang'er quietly and said softly: "Sure enough, it hasn't changed at all."
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Another morning I woke up from a dream.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes and saw Siming wearing thin white clothes, lying on the window rail and falling asleep.
Last night, she vowed that she would practice swordplay all night, but she fell asleep without knowing it.
Ning Jiujiu stood up slowly without putting on shoes for fear of disturbing her. He silently walked behind her, took a piece of clothing and put it on her body. His eyelashes were trembling slightly, but he did not wake up.
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