Fire floats on the water and turns into duckweed; the wind condenses into the sky and turns into clouds.
Liu Xiwan stood in the cave, looking at the chaotic visions around her, and clearly felt the anger of the senior sister.
Senior sister Zhou Zhenyue is the second most powerful person in Jiange. She is unfathomable. She only wears a thin white singlet all year round, and her outer garment is her sword intention. She is not the same body as the sword spirit, but it is said that when she was born , then a famous sword from the bottom of the lake flew thousands of miles to recognize its owner.
Although the Senior Sister and the Second Senior Sister are both cultivators at the pinnacle of the Five Paths, even if they are in the same situation, there is a clear distinction between them.
When practicing swordsmanship in the temple, the second senior sister occasionally sparred with the senior sister, but never defeated her. Coupled with the suppression of seniority, Liu Junzhuo was in awe and admiration for Zhou Zhenyue.
As the youngest junior sister of Jiange, Liu Xiwan has now reached the peak of Ziting, even surpassing several senior brothers.
She was standing at the door, listening to the reprimands from the senior sister, the begging for mercy from the second senior sister, and the crisp sound of raindrops coming from the house. She couldn't help but blush slightly, and wrapped her black velvet cloak tighter.
After standing for a while, Senior Sister's voice came out: "Junior Sister, come in."
The door was slightly open.
Liu Xiwan walked in tremblingly.
The hall was dark and the atmosphere was a bit serious.
I saw the usually arrogant and lawless Second Senior Sister kneeling on the ground quietly, her head lowered, her lips slightly pursed, her expression submissive, which was incompatible with her usual temperament.
Liu Xiwan dared to glance at her and saw many discordant folds on the skirt under her waist.
Liu Xiwan was very excited inside, thinking that you, senior sister, would also have this day, but on the surface, she lowered her eyebrows and had a touching expression of sympathy and pity.
Zhou Zhenyue held a wooden ruler, sat in front, looked at Liu Xiwan, and asked: "Have you known Ning for a long time?"
Liu Xiwan was slightly startled and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I know you."
Zhou Zhenyue asked again: "What was your past relationship with him?"
Liu Xiwan glanced at the second senior sister and said bravely: "Friends I met before..."
"Friends?" Zhou Zhenyue's eyes suddenly turned sharp and she said, "Are they just friends?"
Liu Xiwan responded to the senior sister's question and nodded calmly: "Just friends."
Zhou Zhenyue asked again: "If in the future, senior sister wants you to confront your friend with swords, will you... be able to do it?"
Liu Xiwan was slightly startled and blurted out: "What?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "I just ask you, can you do it?"
Liu Xiwan hesitated, clenched her fists, and said vaguely: "I've seen him unhappy for a long time!"
Zhou Zhenyue stared at her for a while.
Liu Xiwan's heart tightened. She slowly bent down and knelt down beside the second senior sister. She smoothed her short hair, which was not easy to take care of, and said: "The disciple's life was saved by the second senior sister. I should be following the second senior sister. The second senior sister No matter what you say, Xiwan will do whatever you want."
Liu Junzhuo has lived for more than three hundred years. He is already arrogant and arrogant. It is even more shameful for him to receive such childish punishment in front of his junior sister. Now he sees her kneeling beside him and saying these words with a cold face. She couldn't help but move slightly, she was moved in her heart and wanted to hug her immediately.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at the pair of disciples who were both master, apprentice and sister, sighed and said, "Do you know Lu Marion?"
"Lu Marion..." Liu Xiwan hesitated, not knowing how to speak.
Zhou Zhenyue said: "The woman who defeated the Seventh Junior Brother earlier, we later found out her name was Lu Marian. However, after the chaos in Luoshu Tower, we did not go into details. It is said that she is from your hometown, Nanzhou."
Liu Xiwan thought for a while and said truthfully: "Disciple and Lu Yuanjian do know each other. We were in the same sect in the past, and Lu Yuanjian was the master of my peak."
It was still a master-disciple relationship... Liu Junzhuo was slightly shocked.
Zhou Zhenyue was worried and asked, "What else?"
Liu Xiwan said: "I only met her a few times, and the relationship is not deep, so I dare not make any rash conclusions."
We met several times... It seemed that Lu Marian was arrogant by nature and rarely gave lectures in person. Liu Junzhuo was confident that he knew Lu Marian better.
Zhou Zhenyue didn't ask further, just said: "Since you are from the same sect as her, do you still remember the secrets of the sect? Repeat it to me."
"Oh..." Liu Xiwan nodded and told the inner sect's inner heart formula, except for the killing sword in the second half of the volume.
Zhou Zhenyue listened, pondered for a moment, and after confirming that the key points of the mental method could be self-consistent, she said: "Okay, you can go back."
"Then Second Senior Sister..." Liu Xiwan looked at Zhou Zhenyue pitifully, wondering if she could make some innuendo to accuse Second Senior Sister.
Liu Junzhuo just thought that she wanted to plead for him and didn't want to get involved, so he said: "Junior sister, please go back. Senior sister has lost her sword and crown, and has ruined the sword pavilion's face. She should be punished. Nothing else."
"Oh." Liu Xiwan responded happily.
After the junior sister left, Zhou Zhenyue looked at Liu Junzhuo and said:
"Okay, get up. I will call the third and fourth junior brothers here later to discuss important matters."
Liu Junzhuo slowly stood up and asked softly: "What's the important matter?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Master has left seclusion."
Liu Junzhuo heard about this and asked in surprise, "What did Master say?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Heaven has sent down a spiritual message, and the same Taoist thief who was five hundred years ago has appeared again. We must kill him to prevent the recurrence of disasters like five hundred years ago."
Liu Junzhuo was slightly shocked: "The thief? Who is it?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Gu Ling Sect would rather live forever."
"What?!" Liu Junzhuo's beautiful eyes widened and she was shocked: "How could it be him? Could it be a mistake?"
Zhou Zhenyue said: "This is a spiritual edict."
"But his realm is not high. Even if he wants to kill him, why go to such trouble?" Liu Junzhuo asked puzzledly.
"Because he is accompanied by the fourth best person in the world, Si Ming." Zhou Zhenyue said.
"Well, Xiwan..." Liu Junzhuo's heart tightened.
Zhou Zhenyue said: "Unless you have to, don't let junior sister know about this. This interception must be clean and tidy. The Taoist temple in the sky has been restrained by Bai Zang, and no one can save it. There is no better opportunity than this." "
Liu Junzhuo stood in front of her, not knowing how to respond.
Although she was not familiar with Ning Changjiu, she always felt that he was not a bad person.
Zhou Zhenyue looked at her cheeks and knew that her junior sister was still not cultivating her mind well. She said: "If you are doubtful, you can go to Master and see the images left over five hundred years ago. A sea of blood and a mountain of corpses. All living things are extinct. There is chaos. … We were born in Jiange to prevent these things from happening again.”
Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes, thinking of the bloody scenes that had been engraved into the sword's heart when he first learned the sword, and his expression was firm.
"I understand, senior sister," she said.
Zhou Zhenyue casually pulled up a chair, Liu Junzhuo smoothed over her skirt and slowly sat down on the chair.
The third junior brother and the fourth junior brother also came after a while.
They are far less powerful than the second senior sister and senior sister, but they are also great practitioners in the middle realm of the five paths and the first realm of the five paths respectively. They are true immortals in the eyes of mortals.
The four best disciples of Jiange, headed by Zhou Zhenyue, began to formulate a plan for the attack.
"Tianhu Mountain, Ten Thousand Prisoners' Nest, Ruins of the Skeleton Pagoda, Guyun City... these are the four points chosen by Master for us. They are the only way for Ning Changjiu and Si Ming to pass. The informants from Jiange have already dispersed. , after they leave the City of Ten Thousand Demons, their whereabouts will be clearly traced."
"What if they don't take the shortest route, but choose to take the long way around?"
"They can't go far." The elder sister said: "From the City of Ten Thousand Demons to the Ancient Spirit Sect, there is the Sea of Darkness to the east, which is impassable, and the way to the west is close to the Jiange Pavilion, which is a road to death."
As she spoke, she pointed her finger at the Kanyu map and said: "To ensure nothing goes wrong, we don't want to divide our troops. We ambush directly from Tianhu Mountain, chase and fight, and try to stop them in front of the Ten Thousand Prisoners' Hole. In addition, Gu Gu There are also several sect leaders gathered in Yun City. If they are lucky enough to pass through the ruins of the Skeleton Tower, the Feijian Tower in Guyun City should be moved."
The third senior brother and the fourth senior brother had nothing to say.
Although the leader of the Ancient Spirit Sect, Siming, is mysterious, the ranking given to her by the Heavenly Ranking is only the fourth in the world. The senior sister alone can kill her. This kind of mobilization of troops is more like letting them die more honorably.
Is there anyone in the world who cannot be killed by all four disciples of Jiange
However, Liu Junzhuo raised doubts again: "Since the Taoist thief is so important, why doesn't Master take action directly to ensure that nothing goes wrong?"
Zhou Zhenyue replied: "We have been practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years. After we have achieved Taoism, the opportunities to draw swords have become less and less... There is no better whetstone than them in the world."
Liu Junzhuo nodded slightly.
But she lost two bets in a row and felt a little flustered for no reason... Why did she always feel like she was the grindstone for their family
Of course, she had just made a big mistake. She would not dare to say these words that were insulting to Jiange.
The plan was set.
The four disciples came out of the Jiang Pavilion together for the first time in history and headed to Tianhu Mountain together.
Tianhu Mountain is where Ning Changchun and Si Ming made a bamboo boat and sailed through the rapids.
They will arrive here in five days.
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City of Ten Thousand Demons.
The ancient city is still in a mess. Looking around, the valleys destroyed by the war are still collapsed, accumulated in the quicksand river, and washed over and over by the water. The trees in the forest have fallen down in large areas, and are full of traces of the spread of fire.
At midnight, Ning Changjiu and Siming walked quietly through this ancient city. The peaks were silent and no one came to block their way.
They walked side by side and arrived at the foot of Qijue Cliff an hour later.
Ning stood on the east side of the Liusha River for a long time, looking at the surging river water like an embankment, and said: "I picked you up here. I didn't expect that we were carried so far by the current. I'm so lucky that we didn't die... Uh. "
Ning Changjiu's body suddenly shook.
A pair of hands came around from behind him and hugged him, and then the soft touch pressed against his back, making him feel like falling into cotton wool in an instant.
Siming hugged him and whispered, "Now we are even."
Ning Jiujiu grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to repay your kindness?"
Siming asked: "Is it possible that I still want to pledge myself to you?"
"Shouldn't it be?" Ning Jiujiu asked back.
Siming broke away from his hand and said with a smile: "Then come and chase me. If you catch me, I will do whatever you want."
As she spoke, her figure flashed and disappeared, turning into a black shadow and falling into the night sky.
Ning Jiujiu smiled indifferently, and his shadow standing by the Liusha River soon turned into a ray of light.
In the sky above the City of Ten Thousand Demons, two meteors, one dark and one bright, pierced the sky, crossed the city gate, and flew towards the south in pursuit.
Although Ning Changjiu's realm cannot be discussed in ordinary terms, after all, it is only the initial realm of the Five Paths. Compared with Si Ming, who has now reached the peak of the Five Paths, there is a huge gap.
The two chased him all night long, with the silhouette of Siming God's robe provocatively moving near and far around him, and from time to time he let out seductive laughter.
It was hard for Ning Jiujiu to swallow her provocation, but even though he tried his best, he still failed repeatedly. Without the slave pattern, the subtlety of Taoism is not enough to make up for the gap in pure realm.
It's approaching dawn.
The two chased them to a large lake.
Ning Changjiu's figure suddenly stagnated. He seemed to have a recurrence of an old injury. He covered his heart, screamed, and fell towards the lake.
Siming was slightly startled, and immediately stopped and moved towards the direction where Ning Changjiu fell.
Ning Jiujiu took advantage of Si Ming's approach, and his figure turned into light again, and he quickly pounced on him.
He missed it.
"I knew you were just pretending again." Siming stopped behind him, smiling. She had already taken precautions.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and admitted defeat.
After driving in the middle of the night, both of them were a little tired, and they landed on the lake at the same time. Si Ming's bare feet were walking slowly on the waves, and her delicate toes made countless ripples, and her stunning reflection was reflected in the water.
Ning walked with her for a long time. The black clothes and black robes seemed to have a clear boundary, and they seemed to be merging together like a yin and yang fish.
"Why do you look so worried?" Siming looked at his face and asked.
Ning Jiujiu looked forward and said: "The road back will not be peaceful. We must not take it too lightly."
"Jiange..." Siming said coldly: "With the gift of Master, my Tao realm is no longer what it used to be. People like the senior sister of Jiange can no longer be seen by me unless the sword master comes in person, or maybe The sword pavilion comes out in full force, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to stop it.”
"We have experienced life and death, so we should be more careful and cherish it." Ning Jiujiu said slowly: "The sword master can become a vassal of the heaven, and he is definitely not a fool. We must make plans for him to use the sword himself."
"Yes." Siming nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will protect you this time."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Why do I sound like a freeloader?"
Siming smiled lightly: "What? Isn't it possible for you? From Zhao Xiang'er to Lu Jianjian to me, haven't the poor families eaten up the whole family?"
"Dare you arrange a marriage like this? You really deserve a beating." Ning Jiujiu cursed with a half-smile, and his figure flew away in an instant.
Si Ming also flew up lightly, unfolded his robe, and walked close to the lake.
The light flew across the lake, leaving behind only a series of silver bell-like laughter from the woman.
Behind me, the sun rises.
When Ning Jiujiu caught up with Siming again, he was in a creek in the forest. Siming swayed his white calves, bathed in the stream, turned sideways and looked at him with a smile.
"Why are you so slow? Do you still want to be my husband?" Si Ming put his hands on the stone and asked with a smile with his eyes bent.
Ning Jiujiu never thought that after entering the Five Paths, the first time he would be exhausted would not be in a deadly battle with the enemy, but in chasing each other with his own snow porcelain.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down tiredly at Siming, and said leisurely: "No matter how fast or slow I am from now on, I'm afraid Miss Xue Ci won't be happy."
Si Ming didn't understand why. She looked at the clear stream and felt better again. She said, "By the way, what if Marry gets angry when she sees us like this after we go back?"
Ning was silent for a long time and said uncertainly: "Marry Marry probably won't do it. She seemed to have expected it when she sent us away."
Siming couldn't help laughing and said, "She has no confidence in us at all?"
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "Don't we live up to Marry's distrust?"
Siming asked again: "Where is Zhao Xiang'er? That girl is covered in thorns, but she is very fierce."
Ning Jiujiu said confidently: "Xiang'er didn't dare to say anything."
"Why?" Siming asked.
Ning thought for a long time about Xihe in his dream, with the bird cuddling up to him, and said, "Because Xiang'er has been my wife since ancient times."
Si Ming let out a sigh and asked: "Did you have any other people in your previous life?"
What's the dispute? "
Ning Jiujiu muttered: "Yes."
Si Ming was curious and couldn't help but ask: "What about Master?"
Ning Jiujiu was slightly startled and said, "What master?"
Siming said: "The relationship between you and the master in your previous life."
Although Ning Jiujiu guessed that the master was Nuwa, once Si Ming asked, a moon-white figure still appeared in his consciousness involuntarily. The moment he and Xihe parted, that figure seemed to be just across the door. Look at yourself.
But the memories are illusory. Ning Changjiu seems to have fallen into the "invisibility" again and cannot recall the identity of that person.
"I don't know either." Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "Master is our savior. It's not good to talk about her behind her back."
Si Ming stepped on the rocks in the creek and stood up, waded slowly in the water, nodded and said: "In any case, we will all be members of the same path from now on."
Ning Jiujiu followed her and suddenly said: "I have a plan that can make both Marry and Xiang'er speechless."
Si Ming thought he had some clever tricks and asked, "Master Ning, tell me?"
Ning Jiujiu said seriously: "How about we cook the raw rice into cooked rice?"
"What a beautiful thought." Siming raised his lips and smiled, blinked, and said: "How can you get your hands on the goddess Wuxia?"
Ning Jiujiu chased after him again.
They joked some more and set off again.
Even across the lake and mountains, the waves are always calm and the wind is calm. There were no setbacks on the way back home.
They were chatting and walking with their swords. When the dusk enveloped them, they stopped just outside an old city.
"Want to rest?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
"No need." Siming replied, "Go back as soon as possible to avoid any complications."
Ning Jiujiu agreed.
He added: "It's just that the road behind is not easy to walk."
Siming asked: "Are you afraid of an ambush in Jiange?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
"Why don't we go around a little further?" Siming suggested: "The end of Netherworld is still a hundred days away. Even if we go around the entire middle-earth, we will still be able to make it in time."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said: "No matter how far we go around, we will always return to Gu Ling Sect in the end. If they are shameless, they can even go to the gate of Gu Ling Sect to guard us, and then marry Xiaoling." I’m afraid I will also be implicated.”
"Well." Siming asked, "Then what should we choose next?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "First of all, we must guess their ambush location and not be caught off guard."
Si Ming looked at the sunset and said in confusion: "We are going through thousands of mountains and rivers, how can we judge where they will set up an ambush? We can't be surrounded by soldiers along the way, right?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Actually, this is not difficult to judge."
"Why?" Siming was even more curious.
"Because of the arrogance of the sword pavilion." Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "You were inhumane in the past, so you still don't understand people well. Sword cultivators in the world all have an almost arrogant pride. They believe in killing people with thousands of miles of flying swords, and they also believe in the solitary mountain, the vast sea, and the imperial city. A peerless battle like that at the top of the mountain, and Jiange is the proudest group of people. If they want to set up an ambush, the quality of the location is not important. What is important is the reputation and allusions here, and whether it is worthy of their swords. .”
Ning Jiujiu spoke for a long time, but Siming only remembered the first sentence. She retorted angrily: "You are inhumane!"
"..." Ning Changjiu was speechless for a moment.
Siming snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Do you human sword cultivators love false fame so much?"
Aren't you the same... Ning Jiujiu dared to think but dared not speak, and nodded silently.
Siming asked again: "You don't know much about China, how do you know which places are famous places and historical sites?"
"This is even simpler." Ning Jiujiu said confidently: "Generally speaking, place names with loud and beautiful names are all places of interest. Those that sound perfunctory are insignificant at first glance."
Siming's eyebrows were furrowed, and the dimple's annoyance subsided. She shook her lips in suspicion and said, "Your statement sounds very perfunctory."
"Where is the perfunctoriness?" Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "For example, with a name like Xue Ci, one hears that she is a peerless beauty."
"..." Si Ming had no way to refute. She always felt that this was a kind of moral kidnapping. She said coldly: "I think you should stop practicing swordsmanship. It would be better to become a magician."
The two of them bickered and came to the city together, bought a map, and counted the names of suspected places of interest.
"Tianhu Mountain...Ten Thousand Prisoners' Nest...Ruins of the Skeleton Tower...Guyun City..."
"Really or not? I always feel unreliable..."
“…”
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Silver Snow Palace.
Bai Zang sat on a throne made of silver, her petite body buried in it, and a dress covered her body like molten silver.
Under the throne, the Silver Priest stood with her head bowed. She covered her chest and coughed lightly, her voice appearing discordant in the palace.
Outside the City of Ten Thousand Demons that day, Tianjun took the first step, but the priest was stopped by Nuwa. She hunted her with the second disciple who followed her. She was not afraid at first, but she didn't expect that the second disciple seemed to be hiding. With such strength, he actually combined with Nuwa to beat him seriously.
This is also embarrassing for Bai Zang.
"He actually kneaded the remnant souls of the Five Emperors into one body..." Bai Zang found that he had always underestimated that woman.
But in the overall situation, these are just small thoughts at best and will not affect anything.
Kunlun opens, the moon appears...
Although there is no war statement, it is time to start this divine war to eradicate the remaining evildoers.
This is bound to be an unusual year.
She has won Tenzo's heart as a god, which is an indescribably good start.
There is only one month left, and my year of God is about to pass...
In this month, let yourself reveal these shocking secrets. The gods of the next twelve years will all waste their leftovers.
She raised her hand, clicked out a letter, and dropped it into the priest's arms.
The priest took the letter and left.
After a while, a little girl with braids that towered over the sky walked timidly into the hall.
This is Qiu Yue.
She was currently wearing a silver divine robe, which was very inconsistent with her small body.
Bai Zang conveyed his thoughts to her through his mind.
Qiu Yue couldn't hide the surprise on her cheeks.
"Can it be done?" Bai Zang asked.
Qiu Yue nodded immediately, knelt down and kowtowed, and said piously: "Master God, don't worry, Qiu Yue will definitely live up to his master's trust!"
Bai Zang said: "After this incident, I can officially make you a divine envoy and serve as the successor of the next priest."
"Thank you, Master!" Qiu Yue said happily, "I have one more request."
Bai Zang could see through her thoughts, but he still let her speak for herself.
Qiu Yue said: "When the Lord God completely controls them, can Ning Changchun and Lu Jianjian be handed over to me? Qiu Yue... wants to kill them with his own hands."
Bai Zang promised.
Qiu Yue laughed happily. She had climbed to the highest branch in the world. She was fearless and only silently marked the end of their lives for them in her heart.
To her, there was nothing more pleasurable in the world than killing her father and mother.
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