In Jiuyou Palace, the tense atmosphere gathered again.
Ning Xiaoling lay in Siming's arms, with a pair of small paws on Siming's arm robe. Siming stretched out his hand and stroked her furry head, while his smiling eyes stared at Lu Marion. Xiao Ling's ears flipped softly in Siming's palm.
Lu Marry also looked at Si Ming, her long and narrow autumn eyes narrowed a little, and she stood upright, quite like the temperament she had when she was the senior sister in the dream, cold and inviolable.
Ning Xiaoling knew that her master was broken. She was currently nestled in Sister Siming's arms, her little tail curled up nervously. She didn't know whether to tell her the truth...
"Xiao Ling." Si Ming calmed down and asked proactively: "Your master asked me if I am really not sure. Am I sure or not sure?"
Ning Xiaoling became even more nervous.
On one side is Si Ming's sister who works hard to find authority for herself, and on the other is her dearest master who takes care of her every day.
She didn't know where to help.
Ning Xiaoling looked at her senior brother.
Ning Jiujiu was also determined not to participate in this battle, and was pretending to look at the Kunlun sword.
Ning Xiaoling quickly threw herself into her senior brother's arms. Ning Jiujiu rubbed Xiaoling's soft body, and Xiaoling gently bit his hand to show her love, and let out two yelps.
Seeing the brother and sister pretending to be stupid, Si Ming nodded with satisfaction.
"Jianwen, you are now helpless." Siming smiled and looked at Lu Wenwen, pacing gracefully, her figure like smoke. She walked to the wall, took the wooden ruler, and weighed it in her hand. He said: "It's already time to get married, what else can you do?"
Lu Marian was in a stalemate with her for a while, but her eyes softened. She lowered her head, slowly turned around, came to the couch, held the edge of the couch with both hands, and bent down.
"Then...Sister Xueci...you, be gentler." Lu Marian seemed to be giving in.
Siming looked at Lu Jianjian's cold temperament, and then looked at her appearance at this moment, and he understood more and more why Ning Jiujiu liked her so much. Who wouldn't love such a contrasting fairy who is pure in front of others and shy in others
Si Ming became even more arrogant. She walked up behind Lu Marian with a wooden ruler and said, "Oh, this is what you will get if you offend your sister. Do you understand? One day, that damn girl Zhao Xianger will also lie on your back." Begging for mercy from my sister together."
Siming said proudly, she raised the thin wooden ruler, but her body froze.
"ah!"
Siming suddenly snorted.
Behind Lu Marry, the sound of a wooden ruler falling to the ground was heard.
Siming suddenly knelt on the ground and couldn't help but tremble.
The slave pattern was activated.
"You... how do you..." Siming's red lips twitched and her jade teeth trembled. She looked at Lu Wenwen and was very puzzled... She obviously suppressed the other party's spirit, how...
Lu Marry slowly straightened up. She turned around and sat on the couch, her slender breasts swaying like a little girl. She looked at Siming and smiled sweetly:
"Sister Xue Ci, I'm done."
What? !
Siming knelt on the ground, his icy eyes flashed with despair, and he wanted to cry but had no tears... Why did you even die
I obviously have the highest level of cultivation, but why is everyone bullying me...
"Yunwen... Sister Yunwen, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Siming blinked, and the ice in his eyes seemed to melt.
Lu Marry sighed leisurely. She bent down, picked up the wooden ruler that fell on the ground, and said, "I wanted to give Sister Xue Ci a surprise."
It was indeed a surprise... Si Ming felt even more aggrieved. When a priest comes to this world, shouldn't he be the one who kills the gods and Buddhas? He has only been dominating for a few months, and he has been punished one after another. How will he live in the long days to come...
Si Mingqiang calmed down, looked at Lu Marian's beautiful face, and said, "I was just joking with Lu Marian."
"Oh? Really?" Lu Marion asked with a smile.
"Yes..." Siming said unconfidently.
Then, the room fell into brief chaos.
The sound of Si Ming's struggle and humming continued. The morning fog in the courtyard was dispersed and gradually became clearer. The last thing that sounded was Siming's begging for mercy.
…
Beside the case, Ning Changjiu and Lu Marianjian were sitting opposite each other. Lu Marianjian let out a bad breath, was in a good mood, and had bright eyes.
Si Ming, who had just been punished and taught a lesson, was kneeling aside, silently combing his slightly messy silver hair. His usually proud face was obedient at the moment, and he looked aggrieved, but he didn't know what evil intentions he was hiding in his heart.
Ning looked at Lu Married's long-lost face for a long time and felt that she would never get tired of seeing this beautiful face.
Lu Marry looked at Si Ming, stretched out her hand gently and said, "Okay, sister Xue Ci, get up."
Si Ming reluctantly took her hand and was pulled up by Marry. Si Ming didn't dare to offend Marry at this moment, so he had to vent his anger on Ning Changjiu. She stared at Ning Changjiu fiercely, as if Questioning: Why don't you help me
Ning Jiujiu also looked at her, as if replying: Didn't you say that we should not help each other
Siming was still staring at him.
Lu Marian looked at them, turned her hand over, tapped her knuckles on the table, and said, "Okay, stop looking at each other and tell me your story."
Siming sat down next to Lu Marian. Her back did not lean naturally on the back of the chair, but straightened up, looking a little nervous.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming looked at each other, and neither of them knew how to speak for a while.
Lu Marian put her hands lightly on the edge of the table, looked at them softly, and said, "If you care about my feelings, there is no need. If you are just shy, I won't force you."
Ning Changjiu nodded gently, and then he spoke slowly: "A lot of things did happen in the City of Ten Thousand Demons..."
Ning Xiaoling jumped on the table, raised her ears and listened carefully.
The green smoke from the copper furnace gathered and dispersed as they spoke.
Ning Jiujiu slowly retells the story of what happened in the City of Ten Thousand Demons.
Time passed by little by little.
When Ning Xiaoling heard that everything in the dream was true, she couldn't help but exclaimed.
She looked around and found that everyone was looking at her with calm expressions. Only then did she realize that she was the last one to know...
The story of the City of Ten Thousand Demons gradually enters the climax.
The golden-winged roc blocked the way, holding the Ruyi black iron magic stick, and fought with Si Ming in the sky. After that, Ning Changjiu crossed the Liusha River and caught a glimpse of the lion's shadow in the east of the river under the Qijue Cliff. The downpour still felt like yesterday, and the thunder and lightning could suddenly be heard, and the atmosphere in the house became a little bit depressed.
Lu Marian's eyebrows were always frowning. Even though everything had been saved, she was still frightened. But when Siming recalled what had happened, a faint, relieved smile appeared on his lips.
Ning Jiujiu continued talking, saying that Si Ming was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and that the golden-winged roc was attacking again. Later, at the decisive battle place on Tianzhu Peak, an arrow from the divine bow pierced the golden roc and the heavy rain. In the silent world, Ning They screamed desperately for a long time, and then the moonlight floated like water from the distant sky and enveloped them.
Lu Marry listened quietly, her lips pursed tightly.
She originally thought that when she heard the story of their love, no matter how much she pretended to be generous, she would feel sour in her heart. But at this moment, when the beam of moonlight fell on Tianzhu Peak, she actually seemed to have really seen it and felt the same. 'Luckily everyone was okay in the end' was her only remaining thought.
Lu Marion's jade fingers resting on the table slowly fell to her knees, pinching her snow-colored skirt a little bit.
The story is coming to an end.
There was silence in the house.
It was Xiaoling who spoke first.
"Senior brother and Sister Siming have suffered so much for Xiaoling, how should Xiaoling repay..." Ning Xiaoling closed her ears and shed tears.
Ning Jiujiu held her in his arms and said softly: "The best reward is that Xiaoling is alive and well."
Lu Marry looked at Si Ming, gently pressed her hand and said, "Sister Xue Ci is suffering."
Siming lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "You should call me sister, there is no such embarrassing sister as me..."
Si Ming made up his mind to be cautious in his words and deeds in the future... No matter what he says, it will be effective. If the priest really follows his words like this, then this priest, huh, shouldn't be wrong!
Lu Marry said with a smile: "When we met Luo Shu, I called you my senior. Even though we are really sisters now, the seniority can't be too confusing."
Siming looked at her and thought to himself, you and your disciple are like this, how can you still have the nerve to say that the seniority is not messed up
Si Ming's face was very obedient, and she said: "Everything is up to Marry. After Marry... you won't bully me, right?"
Lu Marian looked at her pretending to be docile and sighed, thinking that she was no longer the silly girl she was before. Who else could you fool, a bad woman like you
"Don't bully you?" Lu Married said calmly: "Dreaming."
"..." Siming didn't dare to argue for the time being.
Ning Jiujiu said: "If Marry is angry, take it out on me. It's all my fault."
Lu Married said: "What? Are you acting like a husband and wife in front of me?"
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how to answer.
Before entering the house, he and Siming had already made up their minds to fight and laugh at them.
The atmosphere remained deadlocked for a while.
Lu Marianqing coughed twice and said: "Okay, don't waste time, refine Xiaoling's authority first. Master is still waiting for you, so don't delay... Well, if you have thought about it, What a pity, there is an empty room upstairs, I have already packed it for you."
Ning looked at Lu Married's calm face for a long time, her heart trembled, she slowly stood up and came to her side involuntarily.
Lu Marry held his chest and put her hand on Siming.
Siming also hugged him.
The three of them hugged each other for a while. Ning Xiaoling sat on the table and looked at them, her fox eyes narrowed, like two happy lines.
Ning Jiujiu took Yu Lei out of the Golden Crow and said, "This is the Yu Lei Sword, the final authority."
Lu Marian looked at the twisted divine sword, and she could see through it that they had endured hardships along the way.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lu Marian said distressedly.
Ning Xiaoling took the Yu Leijian, held it in her arms, and said seriously: "Xiaoling will never let senior brothers and sisters worry like this again."
Ning Changjiu rubbed the little fox's head and said, "Xiao Ling is so cute like this. Senior brother is a little reluctant to let you change back."
Si Ming also smiled lightly. She suddenly picked up Xiao Ling and said, "I will take Xiao Ling to the main hall and refine this sword together with the other powers. It will take about one day to refine it."
With that said, she didn't wait for Lu Marion and Ning Jiujiu to speak before walking out with the little fox and the sword in her arms.
The door is closed.
Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjiao were the only two people left in the house.
The two were silent for a moment, and then, Ning Jiujiu felt something pressing down on his back. It turned out that it was Lu Marion hugging him from behind.
Ning held her hand for a long time and felt at peace.
"You are really becoming more and more promising." Lu Marian said with emotion.
"Marrying is so gentle. Meeting you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me since my reincarnation." Ning Changjiu said sincerely.
"You say that to everyone, right?" Lu Marion didn't believe it.
"No, only when Marry is by my side, I feel most at ease. I believe it's not just me, but also Xue Ci and Xiang'er." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Well..." Lu Marian leaned gently on his back and said, "I accept your compliment."
"It's great to be married."
"Come here... Regarding your matters, I am not pretending to be generous or benevolent. If you really want to worry, you should worry about Xiang'er."
"We have already met Xiang'er..."
Ning Jiujiu briefly talked about Guyun City again.
Lu Marian couldn't help but laugh: "Sister Xue Ci is so embarrassed that even Xiang'er can't suppress her."
"After all, she is the fourth junior sister." Ning Jiujiu also laughed.
Lu Marian said: "Have you provoked any vixens outside? Did you do it truthfully? Now that I am in a good mood, I might be lenient if you confess."
Ning Jiujiu asked tentatively: "Really?"
Lu Marian'e frowned and said coldly: "Is it really true?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "No, don't worry blindly. When these things pass, I will..."
Lu Marry interrupted: "Don't say such things."
"I'm not Xue Ci." Ning Jiujiu said.
"No means no!" Lu Marian's attitude was tough.
"Okay, it's all up to you." Ning Jiujiu held her hand tightly.
Lu Marry closed her eyes, leaned against his back, and cuddled with him for a while.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How are you doing in the past few months? Have you encountered any difficulties?"
Lu Marry said: "Except for Liu Junzhuo coming to ask about the sword, there is nothing else, but Liu Junzhuo has no ill intentions..."
She also briefly talked about what happened at that time.
Ning Jiujiu listened and suddenly said: "It turns out that Master secretly issued missions to Marry back then."
"..." Lu Jianjian puffed up her cheeks and said, "What? Can't you see that Master loves me?"
"No way, who doesn't love getting married?" Ning Changjiu smiled.
Lu Marian said: "Hey, Miss Liu is actually quite nice. Unfortunately, the next time we meet, she will be a life-or-death enemy."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Yes, the disciples of Jiange are also pitiful. They have all been deceived by the Sword Master... Alas, even so, the enemy is still an enemy. If you encounter one, you should not be merciful."
"Um."
"I haven't had a dowry for many months. Do you miss your husband?"
"Isn't there Xiaoling still with me?"
"Could this be different?"
"Hmph... I can still be peaceful without you." Lu Jiaoyue's cheeks were slightly pink, she bit her lip and said, "Besides, you are a very busy person now. Today you are still with Sister Xue Ci, and tomorrow you will go to find Master. Where can you go?" Do you have time to care about me?"
"Then, how about we get married together..."
"Begging for a beating!"
"Hey, I just said it casually."
The two chatted and laughed for a while. Lu Yuemou bit his ear and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"Now..." Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "Now I feel like I am being pressed by two snow mountains."
Lu Marian was stunned for a while and then took a bite.
…
By the time Siming came back, the two of them had already let go of their arms.
Ning Changjiu sat on the chair and looked at her, while Lu Jianjian was packing something in front of the dressing mirror.
As soon as Si Ming entered, he was called to the mirror by Lu Jianjian.
"The authority is already being refined. Xiaoling is watching now. There shouldn't be any problems. The authority should be refined by tomorrow morning." Si Ming said with a smile as he sat down in front of the dressing mirror.
What they have been busy with for a long time is finally coming to an end.
"Well, I hope nothing happens again." Lu Marry sighed softly, picked up the wooden comb and slipped it into Si Ming's silver hair.
Siming's beautiful face was reflected in the mirror, and the originally ordinary bronze mirror now seemed to be carved with the most beautiful flowers in the world.
Lu Marian held up her long hair and gently combed it for her.
"My sister has been keeping her integrity for thousands of years. If she regrets it now, it's still too late." Lu Marian joked.
Siming raised his hand, lightly covered the tip of his nose, and said, "It smells so strong of vinegar and sourness."
Lu Marry's hands combing her hair were slightly stiff, "Don't push me too far."
Si Ming looked at the mirror and suddenly said: "Sister Marry has been alone in the empty boudoir for several months, otherwise, Marry today..."
"Shut up!" Lu Jianjiao scolded: "It's really a shame to be close to the ink. You two evil couple, how come you all have the same idea?"
Siming's eyes narrowed, he looked at Ning Changjiu coldly, and said, "Did you really say that?"
Ning Jiujiu immediately raised his hands and cried out, "It's just a joke."
Lu Marry pursed her lips and smiled.
Siming hesitated for a while and asked softly: "Then later... we go upstairs to get married, what are we doing?"
"I'll just..." Lu Jianjian combed her hair, threw the comb on the table, and sighed: "You must be tired after coming all the way. I'll cook for you. When you're done, um... remember... Let’s eat upstairs.”
…
Lu Marry was not joking.
She really set up the stove, set up the pot, scooped out water and washed the rice, and prepared to cook.
The rice is black-shell rice, a specialty of the village outside Gulingzong. It slowly turns white when exposed to heat and is very sweet and delicious. Today, in order to reward them for their triumphant return, Lu Marion specially made eight-treasure rice, which she was usually reluctant to eat. All the ingredients were laid out, very professionally.
"Come down and eat earlier. Don't blame me if the food gets cold by then." Lu Marian said calmly.
Ning Jiujiu and Siming agreed, held hands, and walked up the stairs softly.
Lu Married to sit down while holding down her skirt, grabbing the gourd and ladle to gently stir the water. When they went upstairs, she slowly turned back. Lu Married sighed softly, and then laughed again. She rolled up her sleeves and smiled big The white sleeves make the slender arms more beautiful.
She began to sort out the ingredients and cook the rice.
Upstairs, Ning Changjiu and Siming came to the room.
Ning Jiujiu pulled the curtain up.
The room gradually turned dark.
Si Ming was sitting on the bed, with his bare feet and delicate feet, and his fair and flawless face still had the unique sacred coldness of a priest, which was extremely attractive.
The light leaking from the bamboo windows makes the house ambiguous.
"It's an advantage for you." Siming held his cheek and chuckled softly.
Ning looked at her mottled divine robe for a long time, with countless ripples in his mind.
Although they have been sleeping together for a long time, they have never really crossed that line. Today, they have gone through hardships and achieved success. The woman who was so coquettish and fierce as a murderous god in the snow gorge is now sitting on the couch looking at him. There is shame in his smiling eyes. In the next few hours, he will temporarily forget the open world outside and only gallop through the square inch of snow, messing up the snow and white clouds.
Ning Jiujiu came to her side and hugged her.
"I've been thinking about this day for a long time," he said.
Siming couldn't break away from the embrace, and his cold body was as soft as boneless at this moment.
"I..." Si Ming lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Me too."
"Then, now I'll explore the secrets with Xue'er, okay?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Siming said, "No."
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu wondered: "Why not? Are you still worried about Marry? Marry is cooking. Doesn't her implication mean that we will cook the raw rice into cooked rice?"
Raw rice, cooked rice…
"That's not what I mean." Si Mingxian's cheeks turned slightly red and he said, "If it doesn't work here, Zhao Xiang'er will see it!"
Ning was stunned for a long time: "Then...where do you want to go?"
Si Ming seemed to have already had an idea. She said seriously: "Didn't you ask me to be your priest from now on? I want to visit my country."
The Golden Crow Divine Kingdom was once his and Xiang'er's kingdom.
…
The golden crow flew out.
They came to the Kingdom of God of the Golden Crow.
Si Ming stood in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, his silver-haired and black-robed figure illuminated among the suspended stars, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable light.
The country retained in the Golden Crow was only the tip of the iceberg for those years.
Si Ming and Ning wandered around the dilapidated Kingdom of God for a while, and saw the Sun Puppet.
Ning looked at these ginseng fruit essences for a long time and asked, "Are you happy?"
All the ginseng fruit essences were sunburned, and their expressions could not be seen. They looked at the murderous Si Ming tremblingly, and said aggrievedly: "Happy, very happy."
Ning Jiujiu nodded with satisfaction.
Then, they wandered around the Kingdom of God for a while, and soon found the relatively complete temple in the center.
Ning Jiujiu recognized this palace.
This is Xihe's palace...he was separated from Xihe here.
"Let's go in and have a look." Siming said.
Ning hesitated for a long time, but Si Ming had already walked in.
A faint light gradually appeared in the palace.
Siming stopped in front of a statue next to the throne - it was a statue as tall as a human being. The statue was destroyed by a woman who was the most beautiful woman in the country. She wore a colorful skirt and jade satin, a crown on her head, a sparrow hanging from her waist, and a long hair. With the beads, the face is even more lifelike, with slender eyelashes, thin jade lips, and clear eyes.
This is the statue of Xihe.
"Sure enough, he was carved from the same mold as Zhao Xiang'er." Siming looked at the statue and said with a smile.
Ning Jiujiu also looked at the statue for a while... Xiang'er's dress was so charming and beautiful that even if it was just a statue, it seemed that it would come to life at any time.
He looked at the collapsed lamp posts, damaged royal pillars and disintegrated domes around him... These were ancient buildings from four thousand years ago.
Ning thought about this for a long time, and couldn't help but feel the vicissitudes of life in his heart.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Okay, let's go out and don't disturb this place."
Siming's eyes turned slightly. She stood in front of Zhao Xiang'er's statue and said, "Go out? What are you going to do? Isn't this place just right?"
"Just right?" Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment and said, "But Xiang'er..."
Siming snorted coldly: "Xian'er is bullying me like this outside? If you don't help me, why don't you still turn against her now?"
As Siming spoke, he climbed up the steps, walked to the throne, and sat down on Xi He's former throne.
She was sitting diagonally, her slender legs crossed, her toes slightly clasped, and her bare hands supporting her cheeks. She seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago, and there was a sense of inviolability and alienation in her body.
Siming sat for a while and smiled charmingly: "Don't you want to cook the raw rice into cooked rice? Now that the rice has been put into the pot, Mr. Ning, why don't you add firewood and boil water?"
Ning Jiujiu looked at her posture and smiled softly. He closed the door, no longer thought about it, walked up to Si Ming, and said dotingly: "From today on, you are my priest."
He hugged her and leaned over her.
Lips meet, bodies touch.
In the pot, black uncooked rice lay quietly in the water. The water temperature increased little by little, and the black color on the surface of the rice faded, revealing a pink and white color.
The water surrounds the white uncooked rice, counteracting their burning with its gradually increasing temperature, wanting to truly cook them into his body.
The white rice rolled disorderly in the water, and a soft sound came out, very subtle - it was the sound when the water was first boiled, as light as a woman's murmur, as if she was crying out for pain.
Water and rice have been grinding against each other for a long time, stirring slightly in the pot, and the dry rice grains are slowly soaked by the water...
What we cooked today was eight-treasure rice, so after a while, the sound of water became louder, and then, between the white rice grains, red color seeped out - was it bean paste or jujube paste... In short, the color was more vivid, this touch The red color swims on the pure white rice, just like the plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
As the surface of the black rice is cooked off, more and more beautiful ingredients appear in the rice pudding.
For example, there are lotus seeds like buds in the water - Marry seems to be very economical when cooking, but only two of these lotus seeds are put in.
The two lotus seeds were boiled in water, becoming harder and harder and brighter in color.
Ingredients of various colors are dancing in the main color of white. The water temperature is getting higher and higher, and the sound of boiling water is getting louder and faster. Everything is becoming soft and waxy, and everything is being pushed to a higher place in the blending. …
This is a very primitive product, the first desire of mankind since the time of slash-and-burn cultivation. They are buried deep in the bone marrow, brewing and erupting in the heat, and are mixed together with the sound of the water.
At the bottom of the pot, the flames are concentrated in the center, so the boiling water forms a raised water column from the middle.
The water column kept surging upward due to boiling, impacting the whole piece of white rice. The rice became more and more cooked, exuding the unique fragrance of the grain, which was intoxicating. This water column was like a jade hammer for pounding medicine, constantly The ground stirred the whole piece of uncooked rice.
Preserved fruits, lotus seeds, rice kernels... everything is swallowed up in the water waves.
They were performing a stunning dance, a drunken dance... The rice became more cooked, white rice foam was boiled out little by little by the water column, slowly seeping out, and then, a large amount of white foam was boiled out! The water column is still churning, and the white foam is also churning with it, and everything will turn into a turbid milky white...
The vast white steam also pushed against the lid of the pot, making a long sound.
Snapped!
Lu Marian held the pot lid with her hand. After a moment, she opened the pot lid, looked at the fragrant rice inside, sniffed it, and said with a smile: "It's done. Today's rice is really fragrant."