Ning Jiujiu stared blankly ahead. Time seemed to slow down. After the picture in front of him came into his mind, it exploded into many doubts.
Between the floating gauze shadows, all the symbols on her body seemed to have disappeared, leaving only tranquility.
She looks like a girl at the moment.
The girl has a head full of childish green silk, and her hair is set with a lotus crown inlaid with jade. The skirt spread on the water is like a big lotus leaf. Her petite body is wrapped in the lotus leaf, and her voluminous sleeves cover her tenderness. The hands, the wide skirt, and the slender legs are not visible.
She sits elegantly and has a peaceful expression, unable to distinguish between sadness, happiness and anger.
But on that noble, childish cheek, the girl's pupils were deep, and there seemed to be lavender smoke left by time in them.
Behind her robe hangs a slender moon that looks like silver threads.
She looks like a girl, but no one would think she is a girl... She seems to be sitting on some mysterious focus, with all kinds of completely different temperaments converging on her body, and finally kneading into silence, just like a lotus in the candlelight.
Ye Changong also looked at him.
The white gauze fell down layer by layer, covering her like a heavy rain.
What floats on the white gauze is still the dancing shadow of the fairy when Ye Chan Palace passed by.
Ning knelt and sat there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
"Master?" Ning Changjiu called out in confusion.
In the previous life, although he only had one meeting with his master - it was the last meeting before his death.
Although he couldn't remember her face clearly, he clearly remembered that the master was definitely not such a petite and immature girl.
The fairy sound of Ye Chan Palace floated gently.
"The moon waxes and wanes, and this has never been the case in ancient times."
Her words were also without sadness or joy, and were even very clear and pleasant. Rather, the only thing I can feel for a long time is the beautiful sound.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Will Master recover?"
Ye Changong said: "I don't know."
Ning Jiujiu squeezed his hands and asked, "What can I do for Master?"
Ye Changong said: "Go to Duanjie City alive and come see me."
Ning Jiujiu nodded calmly. He suddenly pointed his sword and wanted to cut his palm to swear an oath. However, Ye Changong stopped him and said: "Life and death are determined by destiny. There is no need to force it. Living is the most important thing. The second is coming to see you." I."
Although Ye Changong's voice is moving, it is still cold. If the curtain is not lifted, what this voice reminds people of is just a tall and indifferent goddess who sits on a high altar and is in charge of the human world.
Ning Jiujiu slowly withdrew his hand and placed it on his knees. He lowered his head and said, "Disciple, I will obey my master's orders."
"Yes." Ye Changong responded softly. She showed a rare hesitation. After a moment, she said, "You should have guessed my identity."
After Ye Changong finished speaking, she closed her eyes. Her emotions were covered with ice and snow on her immature face, and only the lotus flowers in the pond were spinning leisurely, seeming to write her emotions.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Disciple has made a guess..."
"Yeah." Ye Changong was about to say something.
Ning Jiujiu continued: "Master is probably the Empress Nuwa who used to knead earth to create humans, refine stones to mend the sky, and kill turtles to form the four poles."
"..." Ye Changong swallowed back what he wanted to say.
She neither admitted nor denied it.
Ning thought for a long time about the contents of the book given by his senior sister, carefully studied the wording, and wanted to praise his master, but the eviction order from Ye Chan Palace was already issued.
"Okay, go back. Your senior sister and brother will arrange the itinerary for you, and I will send you off not far away."
Ye Changong said.
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The palace door slowly opened.
Si Ming was standing outside the hall, waiting quietly, with a hint of anxiety between her eyebrows.
Ning Jiujiu walked out of the palace, and Si Ming's clenched hands in his sleeves relaxed without leaving any trace.
"What did Master say?" Siming asked.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Master didn't say anything, he just asked us to cherish it along the way."
Siming didn't ask any more questions. She knew that Ning Jiujiu would not lie to her easily, unless there were some real secrets involving the way of heaven.
Ning Jiujiu held her hand and said, "Let's go, it's time to go down the mountain. Don't keep Marry and Xiaoling waiting."
"Um."
Although Siming nodded, she gently broke away from his hand. She looked at the temple, gently lowered her body and bowed to the Taoist temple.
Then they joined hands and walked out of the front yard of the hall.
Ning Changjiu and Siming took one last look at the lotus pond and flower tree in the courtyard and the stone table pavilion that held countless memories. They looked at each other, one pushing the left door and the other pushing the right door.
The door slowly closed, and the memories of the summer in the dream remained here forever.
Turn around, the sun is shining brightly.
Ning looked at the sun in the sky for a long time, but couldn't feel the reality.
Outside the Dao Palace, the first person waiting for them was the fifth senior brother.
"I've met senior brother." Ning Jiujiu and Si Ming saluted together.
The fifth senior brother smiled gently. He took two books and handed them to Ning Changjiu, saying: "There is nothing in the view, so I will give you two volumes to express my feelings."
Ning Jiujiu took the book carefully.
The two books are both framed in cyan covers. One book is called "Weapons Manual", and the other book is called "Shan Hai Lu".
As the name suggests, one is a map that records the weapons of the world, and the other is an ancient scroll that records the strange beasts of the mountains and seas.
"This volume is not precious. If necessary, the weapons and strange beasts in it can also be used. Just don't have any expectations for its power." The fifth senior brother said with a smile.
Ning Jiujiu handed the scroll to Siming and bowed to his senior brother again to thank him.
The two said goodbye to their fifth senior brother.
Ning Jiujiu flipped through the weapon catalog and joked: "There are hundreds of kinds of weapons in the world. They are so complicated. In the future, when you get tired of using swords, if you have leisure, you can try different weapons every day."
Siming leaned over and took a look, and said sarcastically: "Throughout the ages, magical weapons and weapons have mostly been named after people, unless they are magical weapons created with special rules in the Kingdom of God, such as my black sword. The rest of the human names are The shapes and materials of the utensils are all very similar, and many of them you see are complicated and fancy, but the embryos are actually no different."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Then why did the craftsman do this?"
Siming smiled and said: "It can be complicated and carved, not to distinguish it from other magic weapons. Just like words, why many words are so complicated, not to distinguish their meanings."
Ning Jiujiu nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What are the characters of your Kingdom of God like?"
Siming said calmly: "There are no words in the Kingdom of God, only thoughts. The only inscriptions with similar words are just talismans, a means of exerting power. The person who created the words was regarded as a saint by you mortals, but you don't know that words are also a shackles for monks. , and even more meaningless to the Kingdom of God.”
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how to respond to her indirect pride.
The warm smile on the face of the fifth senior brother who just watched them go away gradually solidified.
Next, there is the second senior brother.
The second senior brother also prepared a parting gift.
"Alas, it has been more than ten days now. Although the City of Ten Thousand Demons will not make things difficult for you, Jiange is still in the human world." The second senior brother sighed: "If the first disciple of Jiange and the second disciple are in trouble, it is easy to say that you are a perfect match now. It shouldn't be a problem to fight all the way back to the Ancient Spirit Sect. I'm afraid that the shameless Sword Master will personally block your way with his sword. Although it is not absolutely necessary, the Sword Master will not really reveal the realm of the legendary three realms, but even if it is just with the If the sword blocks the way, it will be very difficult..."
Ning Jiujiu wondered: "Although the Sword Master is our enemy, he is the master of the sword pavilion after all. He respects his identity. Will he take action against me, a junior?"
The second senior brother smiled bitterly and said: "The saint was not bad to him at the beginning, but didn't he also betray him? Those who have already left morality out of the sword's heart but can understand the sword's heart are the most difficult to guard against."
Ning Jiujiu was puzzled: "What exactly does the Sword Master want to do? What is his purpose?"
"There is no purpose." The second brother patted the scabbard, looked up to the sky and sighed, saying: "He is just a sword from the sky. God's thunder and lightning cannot kill people, so we can only use real swords to eradicate threats. Don't you The impressive disciple is on his must-kill list... Now that we are outnumbered and our master is outnumbered, I have no choice but to be careful."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Junior brother understands that I have now entered the five realms. With Xue Ci taking care of me, I should be able to turn danger into safety."
Siming also nodded slightly to express his agreement.
The second senior brother smiled happily. He took out a disc the size of a rouge box from his arms, handed it to Ning Changjiu, and said: "This is the Five Capital Divine Land. At the beginning, the White Emperor, the Qing Emperor, the Red Emperor, the Black Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor While I was still here, I took out a shovel and dug up all the gods in their five capitals. I caused public outrage at the beginning, but now the gods have passed away and the towers have changed owners. The last thing left behind is this one."
The second senior brother said this with deep nostalgia in his words.
He handed the object into Ning Changjiu's palm and said: "Keep it well, don't be too frugal, just throw it out when you are desperate. It can save your life."
"Thank you, Second Senior Brother, for your generous gift." Ning Changjiu took the Wudu Divine Land seriously and clenched it with both hands.
The two said goodbye to their second senior brother.
Outside the Law Order Hall, the senior sister stood quietly in a lotus crown and green skirt, with a graceful appearance.
She looked at the clouds in the sky and had been waiting for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming met with the senior sister.
The senior sister smiled slightly and took out a bow.
It was a stringless, half-human-sized giant bow.
The giant bow seems to be made of ironwood. The surface texture is as fine as black iron. The arms of the bow have strong arcs. There are medium-green black horns on the belly of the bow. The thin golden light walks along the lines of the entire bow, like flowing through the valley. There is a tiny red dot hanging in the center of the bow body.
Ning looked at the bow for a long time and found it very familiar. He felt that as long as he hooked the red dot with his fingers, he could invisibly pull out the visible strings and arrows.
"Don't you recognize it?" The senior sister smiled and said: "When you shot the Golden-winged Dapeng, you used this bow. As expected of my junior brother... This is something that the Golden-winged Dapeng has not been able to pull out for five hundred years. , and I don’t know if he will remain silent when his body is destroyed.”
Only then did Ning Jiujiu remember the scene on Tianzhu Peak.
During the pouring rain, he didn't worry too much. He drew the bow when he saw it, pulled the string when he saw it, and then shot the golden-winged roc. He didn't have time to think too much, and he abandoned the bow and ran towards Siming.
Only then did he know that this bow was one of the four sacred weapons hidden in Tianzhu Peak!
The senior sister continued: "This bow is called the Yanghuang Cangyu Bow. It can fire up to nine arrows at a time. The Golden Winged Dapeng's Yanghuang Cangyu Sword was born from this."
"What a domineering name for the bow." Ning Jiujiu said, unconsciously aware of the connection between the bow and himself. He stretched out his hand, ready to take the bow.
The senior sister held the bow and held it back.
Ning Jiujiu caught his breath, was slightly stunned, and asked doubtfully: "Senior sister, don't you plan to give this bow to me? Or is it that junior brother is not qualified to use it at this moment?"
"That's not the case." The senior sister held a bow and walked gently, her green skirt flying.
She looked at Ning Changjiu, smiled gently, and said, "I'll give you two choices."
Ning Changjiu didn't know why, so he said: "Sister, please tell me."
The senior sister smiled and said: "At this moment, I have this Yanghuang Cangyu Bow, and at the same time, I have three golden words of wisdom that have been accumulated for thousands of years. Do you want this divine bow, or do you want the three golden words of wisdom from senior sister?"
Without thinking for a long time, Ning blurted out: "I want this bow!"
Siming also nodded in agreement.
"..." The senior sister took a deep breath, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment. Only her figure was slightly stiff and her chest was rising and falling. She glanced at Ning Jiujiu coldly, grabbed the bow, swung it casually, and smashed it at Ning Jiujiu, saying: "Hmph, it's so superficial. How can it become a big deal in the future? Go down the mountain."
Ning hugged Da Gong for a long time. The seemingly smooth body was slightly rough when touching his fingertips.
The giant bow came into his arms, giving him a lot of peace of mind.
In the sea of qi, there is even more authority like the sun, which seems to be echoing from afar, shining brightly.
The blood surged and roared in his body, and he actually had the urge to draw a bow and arrow.
Ning suppressed the surge of blood for a long time.
He put the bow on his back, bowed and said:
"Thank you, senior sister."
The senior sister was still angry. She didn't show Ning Changjiu any good looks, but said quietly: "This time in the ancient spirit sect, the road is long and full of obstacles. It is not easy to cultivate the right path, so you should take good care of it."
Ning Jiujiu's eyes met with Siming's, and the two of them finally thanked their senior sister together.
The gate is open.
They went down the steps.
In the blink of an eye, the senior sister had become a dark blue silhouette on the high platform.
In the blink of an eye, she was gone.
"It's time to go down the mountain." Ning Jiujiu said sadly.
"Wait a minute." Siming said, suddenly walking to the field and forest where they were planting trees.
Si Ming brought water and watered the trees. He watered all four trees except his own.
Ning Jiujiu understood, he rolled up his sleeves with a smile, bowed down by the stream in person, brought water, and watered her saplings under Si Ming's half-smiling eyes. Seeing that the little tree was not happy with its growth, he conveyed some spiritual energy more gently.
Siming crossed his arms across his chest and nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied with his performance.
The five saplings were like an outstretched hand, waving goodbye to them.
The two passed through Dahe Town.
The craftsmen in Dahe Town were doing their own things and ignored him.
Ning Changjiu met Zhang Chengyu briefly.
Zhang Chengyu was drawing a long scroll of ten thousand ghosts with a serious expression. When he saw Ning Changjiu, he put down his pen with a complicated expression on his stern face.
"I should be alone here for the rest of my life." Zhang Chengyu said slowly: "But I am not dissatisfied, only a little regretful."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yujian Tianzong specially sent people to take care of Qiu Sheng and Xiaolian, you don't have to worry about it."
Zhang Chengyu said: "If that beast still has a chance to survive, please sir, please leave a way for him to survive."
Ning Jiujiu knew that he was talking about cultivating snakes.
"Well, if I have the chance, I will completely eliminate the evil nature of its sacred bones and release it to Liantian Town. I also liked the big black snake when it was still innocent." Ning Jiujiu said.
Zhang Chengyu put down his pen and bowed to express his thanks: "Then I have no regrets."
Ning long accepted this gift.
The people who were fighting to the death at the beginning actually stood aside inexplicably.
Passed through Dahe Town.
Siming couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that they are all still alive."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Who are they?"
Siming glanced back and said quietly: "The ancient gods and immortals from a long time ago lived longer than me. Most of them have been reincarnated several times and their appearance has changed. I can't see everything clearly, I can only feel it." Get some breath."
Ning Jiujiu recalled many old people in Dahe Town.
Many of them are still guilty persons.
But if the dark sun really comes, then all of them, regardless of their age, good or evil, will be punished with death, so in the scale of heaven and earth, they are always considered to be of the same mind.
The moment of separation finally arrived.
The stele pavilion where Wangzhaixin sat was behind them, and they went down the mountain.
There is no need to go through Kunlun again to return to the mortal world.
The sea of clouds has its own boat.
The person rocking the boat was a headless white skeleton.
Ning Changjiu and Si Ming boarded the bone boat.
In the sea of clouds, the white-bone boat drifted far away.
The headless fisherman sings a song, and the song comes from his bones.
"The Immortal cut off my head, flew into the clouds and mist without knowing the way, cut off my arms, chopped off my feet, brewed my bones and blood into strong wine, invited the blue sky to fall, and poured down the underworld, and the whole world drank the pain of eternal life..."
The singing was distant and seemed familiar.
In the blink of an eye, Yuehai changed to the human world.
The skeleton boat disappeared without knowing when. They used their spiritual power and fell from the sky, touching the ground in an instant. When they looked back, they could only see a vast sea of clouds and a bright moon.
There is more than one pair of people looking at the moon together in this world.
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Three days ago, Jiange.
Ke Wenzhou held his sword across his knees.
This sword traveled thousands of miles and flew back, with many more gaps than when he left the border.
Ke Wenzhou's thin and old hand slowly stroked the sword.
He looked up at the moon, his rock-like heart wavered slightly, and then became stronger.
He has long withered hair, a tattered ancient sword on his back, and a brand new robe draped around him, which looks like a tattered cotton quilt worn by a poor family during the winter. Describes unspeakable decay.
At the head of the seventy-two caves, the door of the Sword Pavilion opened, and the Sword Master walked into the moonlight.
His body is also as strong as a sword.
The senior sister of Jiange is kneeling outside the cave. Although her injuries have healed, her complexion remains pale, and the iron swords all over her body are drooping.
"Zhenyue, you have done a good job, there is no need to blame yourself." Ke Wenzhou spoke calmly.
The senior sister of Jiange is named Zhou Zhenyue.
She was always kneeling on the ground, her face solemn and meticulous.
"I failed to catch Nuwa's sword, and I failed to defeat the girl named Si. I really lost the dignity of the senior sister. After that, my Taoist heart was shaken, and I was even more miserable. Only today, the disciple has begun to realize that I How ineffective in cultivating the mind." Zhou Zhenyue was wearing white clothes and looked lonely.
"One sword..." Ke Wenzhou was a little surprised when he heard this answer. The strength of the Nuwa Empress exceeded his expectation.
"You should get up first." Ke Wenzhou said in an old voice: "The previous battle in Ten Thousand Monsters City was just a small test of your skills. The real war has not yet begun. When the time comes, China will be the center of the war, and there will be many swords for you to sharpen your swordsmanship. Opportunities, no need to waste your sword for these trivial matters."
Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, then stood up slowly and saluted the Sword Master.
Ke Wenzhou said: "The disciples below have all entered the profession not long ago. Don't miss the lesson of practicing swordsmanship. Although the destiny will come when the time comes, it will be like a flood from the Tianhe River. But if you are not qualified, you may not be able to take advantage of this great opportunity."
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Disciple, I know. When Junior Sister Junzhuo comes back, I will discuss with you the teachings in the future."
"Yes." Ke Wenzhou nodded slowly and said, "Before that, there is one more thing to do."
"What?" Zhou Zhenyue asked.
Ke Wenzhou said: "On the way from Ten Thousand Demons City to the Ancient Spirit Sect, the boy and the woman are about to return. You and your three junior sisters and brothers are going to intercept them. The interception point has been marked on the map, so just go ahead."
Zhou Zhenyue's slightly pale lips pursed slightly.
"Why do we have to kill them? What grudges does Jiange have against them? Just because they violated heaven's rules?" Zhou Zhenyue asked the doubts in her heart.
Ke Wenzhou said: "What we hold is not the sword, but the way of heaven and order here. If we don't want the catastrophe to happen again and the people to be robbed, we have no choice but to kill those who were born in response to the catastrophe."
Zhou Zhenyue was still confused, she asked: "What we did...is it really the right thing?"
Ke Wenzhou asked: "What did Nuwa tell you?"
Zhou Zhenyue closed her lips and remained silent.
Ke Wenzhou said: "If you can't judge, the sword in your hand can judge. The sword of the sword pavilion, the sword's intention comes from the heart, is as strict as the determination of rules, and is as powerful as the speed of the wind. If you cultivate it correctly, you will act correctly." , the sword is straight, it won’t lie to you, so why should you doubt it?”
Zhou Zhenyue heard the words and looked at the sword in her hand. She couldn't help but think of the description of the young man by her second junior sister Liu Junzhuo - the young man's name was Zhang Jiu. He had learned a lot about swordsmanship, was good at conspiracy, had bad conduct, and even had acacia in his sword skills. The martial art of the sect is not up to standard... Well, the lower beam is not straight and the upper beam is crooked. What kind of good sect would it be to have such a disciple
Just a bunch of remnants of the old dynasty.
Her wavering thoughts were immediately corrected.
"Disciples remember their master's orders," she said.
Ke Wenzhou carried the sword on his back and slowly walked out of the cave. His last words kept stirring in Zhou Zhenyue's heart:
"There is only one saint in the world for five hundred years. Now this saint is with me. When all the remaining sins are wiped out, the sword pavilion will be renamed the holy pavilion, in line with the sky."
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In the early morning, Liu Junzhuo returned to Jiange.
It took her a whole month to go, but it only took her twenty days to come back. Her Tao realm, which had been stagnant for a long time, had miraculously improved greatly.
The person who came to greet her was Liu Xiwan.
Liu Xiwan was wrapped in a cloak and had her hair cut short, and waved to her from a distance.
Liu Junzhuo felt a little better when he saw her.
"Senior sister, have you met Zhang Jiu? How is his current state?" Liu Xiwan asked quickly.
"..." Liu Junzhuo's smiling face suddenly darkened.
Liu Junzhuo said coldly: "I haven't seen my senior sister for two months. You don't ask me how she is doing, but you only care about wild men from other sects? Besides, I also know that the boy's name is not Zhang Jiu at all, but Ning." If you dare to join forces with outsiders to deceive Senior Sister again, don’t blame me for beating you!"
Liu Xiwan knew she had made a mistake. She covered her lips with her hands, apologized quickly, went to give the world a shoulder rub, and asked with concern:
"How is Senior Sister doing? The leader of the Ancient Spirit Sect must be in vain..."
"Si Ming is not in the clan." Liu Junzhuo responded coldly.
"Oh... wouldn't that be better? If the sect leader is not here, who in the world can stand in the way of the second senior sister? With the ancient spirit sect, it is not a problem to kill with one sword... Hey, by the way, senior sister, where are your crown and sword? Are you hiding it?" Liu Xiwan walked around the senior sister, looking left and right.
"..." Liu Junzhuo stopped slightly and closed his eyes.
Liu Xiwan felt the killing intent rising from the sky, and was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hands and took two steps back. She looked at Senior Sister in surprise and said, "Senior Sister, won't you..."
Liu Xiwan was so shocked that she couldn't say the next words.
Liu Junzhuo was about to get angry, but he saw the shadow of the sword spread out like water in the sky.
"Lost again?"
The question came in a cold voice.
It was the senior sister Zhou Zhenyue.
Liu Junzhuo immediately suppressed his anger.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at her shoulders and asked, "How did you lose?"
Liu Junzhuo was too shy to speak, and said in a very soft voice: "I and Lu Marion... the woman who defeated the Seventh Junior Brother, bet on three swords in the same realm. If I don't win the three swords, I will give up my crown and sword and leave."
Liu Xiwan was shocked. She covered her face to hide her expression of joy.
Zhou Zhenyue looked slightly strange and asked coldly: "Did you fail to win the third sword?"
Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes and felt that he was completely embarrassed: "Junzhuo's third sword... failed."
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