The dilapidated palace is floating in the Golden Crow Kingdom. The architectural style of the palace is upright and ancient. The attic buildings in the human world originally originated from this.
In the royal palace, the statue of Xi He was the only complete thing.
There were gold chains hanging from the crown of her hair and between her arms and ankles. The pearls and jade embellished on her dress were still shimmering. Her waist was tied very high and her lower skirt was made slender. Her temperament was elegant and her figure was slim and slim. Although she looks petite, she has the feeling of a mother nurturing the world.
Although she is lifelike, she is silent because she is a statue of a god.
Si Ming was lying on the jade throne, his black dress like a silk quilt, lightly spread on his snowy body, his round and slender breasts hanging down from the armrests of the throne, like a girl soaked in frost and covered with snow. Qiongzhi.
The light coming from outside the hall reflects the color of crow green on the black robe. The color difference between the dark green and the snow white is thicker, and the curves are outlined more convexly.
Si Ming's long silver hair hung down, either on the chair or on the ground. The throne had been empty for thousands of years since Longque defeated Xihe in Huanghe River, and now a new queen finally sat on it.
And the queen naturally needs to be recognized by the Lord of the Kingdom of God. This is also tradition.
Now her body is covered with his mark.
Ning stood in the hall for a long time, wearing a simple white singlet, and now he was putting a white robe on his body.
Xue Ci lay on the throne, squinting, looking at Ning Jiujiu's figure facing the light, and her blood-red lips raised a clear smile:
"Well, this feeling... is much better than I imagined..."
Ning Chang had his black hair hanging down. He was standing with his clothes upright. He looked back and said softly: "Of course, I will never disappoint Xue'er."
Xue Ci swayed her slender calves, looked at the dome, and said, "Four or five thousand years ago, were you and Xihe often like this?"
Ning looked at Xihe's statue for a long time, as if Zhao Xiang'er was looking at him tenderly. He shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Xue Ci sat up from the throne, with her legs bent, one hand holding her knees, and the other hand grabbing her clothes and pressing her chest. Her ice eyes were as curved as the crescent moon, but her cold voice was soft, "No matter what, this will be the place from now on." It’s my place, this palace will be renamed Snow Porcelain Palace, and the statues here will be mine.”
Ning Jiujiu showed a troubled expression.
He always felt that if he agreed, Xiang'er would cut him into pieces.
"Are you still thinking about Zhao Xiang'er?" Si Ming looked at him with a slightly cold expression, "Can't you see that that girl's ambition has already reached the sky? In this run-down palace of yours, maybe you can coax me, but How can you lock that canary?"
"That's true." Ning was silent for a long time, smiled slightly, and said: "But it is Xiang'er's place after all, so it would be better to talk to her, or we can build a better one..."
Siming snorted softly, and staggered her feet onto the smooth glass floor tiles. She walked to Ning Changjiu's side with a curling gait, her ice eyes narrowed, and her mouth opened slightly, "Didn't you say that you would never let Xue Are you disappointed?"
As she spoke, she turned around, looked at the statue of Xi He, stretched out her hand, and lightly touched Zhao Xiang'er's face with her fingertips. Her cold and proud expression was actually a bit playful.
Ning looked at her back for a long time and had no idea anymore. He was determined to be a fool: "Well, I'll just listen to you."
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The palace was quiet.
The two of them searched the palace, looking for anything valuable that had been preserved from that time.
Siming had already put on her clothes. She put her hands behind her waist and looked at the mottled ancient walls. The words and paintings on them were no longer easily identifiable. Only the red suns painted high up were still totems that had not decayed.
Ning Jiujiu searched through his vague memories. He straightened the scattered lamp posts and cleared away the scattered stones.
Siming turned around to look at him and mumbled: "Suzaku and the Golden Crow were not fools. If there was anything useful, they would have looted it long ago. Will it be your turn to pick it up after thousands of years?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "That's true."
He was still rummaging around. He could hardly remember what happened back then, and the many broken bricks and tiles could not bring back too many memories. After the fragrance and beauty in the palace faded, what was left was more of a desolation.
But there are exceptions. With Ning Jiujiu's unremitting efforts, he really found something.
It was a beautifully decorated box. The box was very heavy. Although the jewelry decorated on it had lost some of its luster, it was still ancient and gorgeous.
The things saved in this treasure box are obviously precious.
Ning Jiujiu let out a sigh.
Siming also came over curiously, "You can still keep such treasures. I have to say, you are very lucky."
Ning Jiujiu was not sure, so he thought about it and said, "Let's see what it is first."
Siming was equally curious.
Ning Jiujiu opened the box, and the light shone out from inside, which was a bit dazzling. He took a closer look and saw that it was filled with colorful paste, which looked very soft and flashy.
"What is this?" Si Ming pressed his sleeves, put his fingertips in, dipped a little, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "Is it a magical ointment?"
If it was a panacea, how could it not be taken away
Ning thought about that dream for a long time and guessed its identity. He sighed, thinking that what could be left behind was indeed not a good thing...
"This is hair cream." Ning Changjiu said.
"Hair cream?"
"Well, if you apply it on your hair, it can make your hair very beautiful. This is one of Xiang'er's inventions back then."
"Put it on your hair?" Siming heard it occasionally, but had never tried it. She gently pulled her silver hair, twisting the soft and long silver strands, and asked uncertainly: "Will this look good?"
"Xue'er is naturally beautiful. She looks good no matter what. Um... Do you want to try it?"
"You won't lie to me, right?" Siming asked suspiciously.
"How could I lie to you?" Ning Changjiu smiled.
"Then... try?"
Siming was extremely confident in her appearance, and she also wanted to make some breakthroughs, so she sat back on the throne, turned her back, and asked Ning Jiujiu to dye her hair.
Colorful hair creams were applied to her long silver hair.
"How do you feel?" Ning asked for a long time.
"What do you think?" Siming asked unconfidently.
Ning looked at her colorful hair for a long time. The quiet fairy face looked gorgeous in the hair. The long hair fell on the divine robe, like a rainbow crossing it. At first glance, it was very gorgeous, but after looking at it for a long time, it always felt a bit exaggerated.
It is indeed an invention that Xiang'er worked hard on back then...
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "The elegance is unparalleled."
Siming was arranging her long hair and drew a water mirror to look at herself. Looking at her colorful hair, she always felt that it didn't match her cold temperament...
This long hair is not only gorgeous, but also has different gradient colors when viewed from all angles.
"Hmm... not bad." Siming gave an ambiguous evaluation and asked, "If you get tired of looking at it, how can you wash it off?"
Ning Jiujiu said innocently: "I don't know."
Siming was stunned and said anxiously: "What should we do?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I'll ask Xiang'er when I see him later."
Siming pursed her lips, unable to imagine herself going out like this... She couldn't help but feel a little sad.
So the long hair changed from colored to frosty white.
Si Ming was slightly startled, thinking, could this still be changed at will? But just as she was happy, her hair turned back to fiery red.
While Si Ming was still confused, Ning Jiujiu had already summed up the rules: "It turns frosty white when sad, and fiery red when happy... It seems to adjust automatically according to the mood. As expected of Xiang'er."
"..." Si Ming felt complicated and regretful.
As a result, the long hair looks new and its brilliance changes.
"Ning! Chang! Jiu!" Si Ming was extremely angry, her long hair was burning like a raging fire. She rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards Ning Chang.
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By the time Si Ming straightened his clothes and left the Kingdom of God, the smell of rice outside had already spread to him.
Ning stood beside Siming for a long time, looking at her long hair and couldn't help laughing.
Siming glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't you look good?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "It's pretty."
Siming hummed coldly and went out.
Lu Marian was serving rice when Xiao Ling ran in jumping up and down smelling the aroma of rice. Lu Marian's long hair was tied behind her back and her snow-white clothes were neat. She was obviously a female sword fairy who had just emerged from the mortal world, but at this moment she was... Looking at the gentle and virtuous people, she bit her lip and muttered why they still couldn't come down, feeling somewhat angry in her heart.
The sound of footsteps came to my ears.
Lu Marry looked sideways.
Ning Jiujiu went downstairs first, but Si Ming did not come down.
Lu Marry looked at Ning Jiujiu in confusion, and Ning Jiujiu explained with a smile: "Xue Ci may be a little shy."
"You're the shy one!" Siming said coldly and walked down the stairs quickly.
Lu Marian looked at Si Ming's colorful long hair, and the hand that was holding it froze. She was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter. Ning Xiaoling on the side also laughed. The two masters looked at Si Ming. Fate, laughing so hard that the branches of flowers trembled.
Si Ming's long hair was once again in full swing.
Ning Jiujiu quickly held her hand, comforted her a few words softly, and put the blame on Xiang'er who was far away.
The color of my long hair has returned somewhat.
Siming didn't know what evil he had done. He just thought about traveling in the future, and the mask and hood were indispensable.
Siming sat down at the table and stared at Ning Xiaoling coldly.
Ning Xiaoling stopped laughing immediately and hugged her tail, trembling.
Lu Yuanjian was confident, her lips were always raised, and she reached out to touch Si Ming's hair and said, "Sister Xue Ci's aesthetics is really unique."
Si Ming wanted to get angry, but when she thought of how she had been bullied by Lu Marion before, she had no choice but to swallow her anger... Being tricked by a whole family made her even more aggrieved, and her long hair turned frosty white.
Lu Marian looked at the discolored hair and sighed at the wonder. She gently ran her fingers along her hair and said, "Okay, okay, Sister Xueci is not sad anymore. I won't laugh at you anymore."
Si Ming felt even more aggrieved: "I won't eat the food you cooked!"
Lu Marian picked up the bowl in front of her, picked up some with chopsticks, brought it to her lips, and said softly: "Sister, you must be exhausted, please eat some."
Siming wanted to fight to the end, but as she smelled the aroma of rice, her lips opened instinctively.
Lu Marian held the rice and put it into her mouth.
Siming chewed it, his eyebrows trembling slightly.
Why is it so delicious...
The meal was obviously delicious, but she felt even more aggrieved.
I always feel like they are bullying me...
Lu Marian was feeding her, and she ate in small bites. Ning Changjiu watched this scene from the side, laughed for a while, and then picked up the rice bowl and started eating.
Today's rice is particularly sweet.
After eating, Lu Marry took Siming's little hand and sat beside the bed. She comforted him gently and generously for a while, and Siming felt much relieved.
Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling sat by the window, talking softly.
"Although we have made a lot of preparations for our trip to the Netherworld, it is by no means foolproof." Ning Changjiu sighed: "It will still be up to Xiaoling himself. Don't trust anyone easily, including Jiuyou. "
Ning Xiaoling was still using her paws to pick up the remaining nuts from the cooking. After listening to Ning Jiujiu's instructions, she immediately looked serious and said, "Xiaoling knows that Xiaoling has also worked very hard to prepare in the past few months."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What have you prepared?"
Ning Xiaoling thought for a moment and seemed to have made no special preparations. She silently handed the peeled nuts to her senior brother.
Ning Jiujiu took it with a smile. He rubbed Ning Xiaoling's head and said, "Anyway, living is the most important thing. Don't care too much about other gains and losses."
"I know!" Ning Xiaoling agreed seriously and then asked, "Do you want to take Di Ting with you?"
Ning Jiujiu suddenly realized: "By the way, I almost forgot about that cat... Now that I heard everything, of course I have to go back to its place."
Ning Xiaoling nodded and planned to catch the cat after she had perfected her authority.
Ning Jiujiu finally gave instructions: "I still have to find Master. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until Xiaoling comes back, but Master will be with you. Xiaoling, don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid." Ning Xiaoling said matter-of-factly: "Senior brother, you have to wait until Xiaoling grows up."
Ning was stunned for a long time, then smiled and nodded.
The night is getting darker.
Tonight, Ning Changjiu naturally slept with Siming.
The second floor only became quiet after midnight.
Lu Marry was wearing a white robe and sleeping jacket, sitting quietly by the window, looking at the night outside the window and the occasional forest birds flying by, with a calm expression.
In the early morning, Ning Changchun tiptoed downstairs.
Lu Marry still sat by the window and took a nap. Ning Jiujiu sat down next to her. Lu Marry opened her eyes, looked at him, smiled and said, "You still miss me? Aren't you afraid that she will be angry?"
"With the support of my wife, what should I be afraid of?" Ning Jiujiu held her hand and looked into her eyes, without saying a thousand words.
Lu Marry smiled, and she gently opened her arms, "A hug?"
Ning Chang smiled and hugged her.
It took a long time to separate.
"Did Master say anything to you?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Lu Marion thought for a while and said, "Master only told me the story of Yi shooting for nine days and becoming the prime minister."
Ning Jiujiu nodded, now he knew that it was his story, and the Xiang in the story had been rumored to be a man for so many years, but in fact, it was very likely that he was the female Xiang of the Sun God Kingdom, Xihe.
Xiang’er…
Zhao lost his territory. The lost land now seems to be almost the entire kingdom of God... What does Suzaku want to do after doing so much
Ning Jiujiu stopped thinking about it. He looked at Lu Wenwen and said, "Master attaches great importance to Wenwen."
Lu Marry said proudly: "Of course, I am the one who makes Master worry the most."
"Yes." Ning Jiujiu patted the back of her hand and whispered: "I may have to leave after today. Xiaoling has other things to do, so I entrust her to marry me. The Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion will be injured even if he is not dead. Senior Sister Second Senior Sister is also seriously injured, so don’t worry too much in the short term, but it is the Piaomiao Building closest to here. The owner of the building is most likely a member of the Sword Saint lineage, so be more careful."
"Well, Master has been very kind to us all, and this matter cannot be delayed." Lu Marian said seriously.
Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion."
"You don't have to worry too much about me." Lu Marian nodded and said: "I have not been idle these days. I have already started to arrange the sect's formation. I am confident that as long as I don't go out at will, the ordinary Five Paths Superior Realm will also work. It’s hard to break through.”
Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded: "Marrying is really amazing."
"Stop flattering me and leave some good words for Xue Ci. She has just given it to you at this moment. She probably believes all the sweet lies you say." Lu Married said calmly, with an unfriendly smile.
Ning Jiujiu always wore a smile, but that smile was full of guilt and exhaustion. He looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, held her hand, and said, "I hope Bai Zangnian can pass safely."
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In the ruins of the corpse tower, Liu Junzhuo helped Zhou Zhenyue walk to the vast ruins. The wind carried the dust of the ashes from a distance, and the face was dry.
Liu Junzhuo stopped. She looked at the vast ruins, the desolate smoke, the countless broken bones and stones, and the deep ravines plowed out by swords. She was stunned for a long time, her bloody skirt fluttering in the wind, as if A broken flag.
Zhou Zhenyue hummed softly and fell into her arms, looking painful.
Liu Junzhuo came back to his senses and asked with concern: "Senior sister... Senior sister, are you okay?"
Zhou Zhenyue gritted her teeth and said, "It's okay, keep walking, master... is waiting for us."
Liu Junzhuo's red lips were bleeding. She looked at her senior sister's stubborn face and nodded gently: "Yes, I will take senior sister and continue walking."
"Myself... cough cough." Zhou Zhenyue's heart was heaving. Under the influence of murderous intent from the ruins of the skeleton tower, her injuries became more serious and she coughed up blood.
Liu Junzhuo hugged her, looking unbearable. She said softly: "I will carry Senior Sister on my back."
Zhou Zhenyue wanted to refuse, but Liu Junzhuo leaned down, grabbed her arm, and carried her on his back.
Zhou Zhenyue was severely injured by Si Ming's beating, and her clothes and hair were stained with blood. At this moment, she was leaning on her junior sister's shoulder, her body trembling because of the cold.
"Senior sister, I'm offended." Liu Junzhuo apologized, then took off the senior sister's sword and put it on the ground, using it as a crutch to support himself forward.
She adjusted her breath, regained some strength, and took her senior sister to control the sword for a while. Most of the time, she carried her on foot through the ruins.
Dry bone sand blew in and fell into the tip of the nose, which always made Zhou Zhenyue cough. Liu Junzhuo used his little spiritual power to make a cover and gently hugged the senior sister. Zhou Zhenyue didn't know it, she just felt Feeling more comfortable, my body slowly relaxed and my breathing became even. It wasn't until Liu Junzhuo stopped that Zhou Zhenyue realized that her junior sister had already become dusty.
The bone powder covered Liu Junzhuo's fair and beautiful face, like a pale and dry mask, or like thick, pale powder.
They didn't know how long they had been walking, but the band tying Liu Junzhuo's hair tore apart and fell to the ground, with her cloud-like black hair spread out.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhenyue asked softly.
Liu Junzhuo lowered her head and looked at the ground, her body trembling with fear... She slowly knelt down.
In front of her fell a broken sword.
The ancient broken sword.
There were lion claw marks on the broken sword.
Zhou Zhenyue also recognized the sword. It was the master's sword... Liu Junzhuo knelt on the ground. She tremblingly grabbed the broken sword and held it tightly. Blood seeped down. Liu Junzhuo's teeth kept chattering and she pursed her lips. , frowned, and finally couldn't hold it back any longer and started to cry.
She lost her sword and crown, her senior sister was seriously injured and could not recover, and her master's whereabouts were unknown...
The wind full of bone dust continued to blow, Liu Junzhuo wiped his tears, and the ashes also fell down.
Zhou Zhenyue was also stunned for a long time. She opened her mouth and didn't know what to say for a long time. She could only express her coldness.
"Junior sister..."
After a long time, she spoke, "I always punished you in the past, harshly for big and small things. It was my fault."
Liu Junzhuo's eyes were red. She grabbed the tip of the sword, held it in her arms, and whispered: "It's okay, Junzhuo, I never blame senior sister, never..."
"Well, let's... go back."
"Um."
"Senior sister, the Qi sea has been destroyed, and there is no hope in this life. You... practice well."
"Um."
"Don't be discouraged."
"Um… "
Liu Junzhuo only dared to respond. Her nasal cavity was sore and she sobbed softly, for fear that her senior sister would hear her continuous crying.
She carried Zhou Zhenyue on her back, and the two lonely figures trudged on the vast ruins of the skeleton tower, falling down countless times.
Her palms were bloody, her knees were worn out, and she was bleeding. She walked very far, and there was light behind her.
Liu Junzhuo knelt on the ground, carrying his unconscious senior sister on his back. He turned around and looked at the rising sun on the horizon - the sword pavilion was in the opposite direction to the rising sun.
Pure light filled her body covered in blood and dust.
She finally got the only warmth and strength she could from it.
Si Ming... Ning Changjiu...
One day, I will kill you.
She made a vow to the rising sun.
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Ancient Spirit Sect, Jiuyou Hall.
A vague black cloud rose up, fell in front of the light curtain, and occupied half of the hall, with Yu Lei and Shen Tu floating in it.
This is what exists in the world, and all the underworld kings have lost their authority.
They have not been absorbed at this moment and are still in an ownerless state.
In front of the light curtain deep in Jiuyou Palace, three people stood, a fox and a cat.
Siming presided over the refining of authority, changing his techniques to shrink them little by little.
Ning Jiujiu and Lu Jianjian stood side by side, looking at the light screen with worried expressions.
Ning Xiaoling sat in the front, wagging her tail, clenching her paws, and silently cheering herself up.
Even the Fish King, who was usually extremely lazy and domineering in Youyue Lake, now put away his eyes like dead fish, and his gaze became wise and sharp.
It combed its long hair and licked its paws.
In the past few months, it had gained a lot of weight in Youyue Lake. If it hadn't been for the red fish watching over it, it would have become a useless cat and completely lost its ability to fight... Whenever the Fish King thinks of his bloody past, he always thinks about it. There is a feeling of bathing in the sunset.
I never thought I would have to experience such an adventure in my later years.
Siming melted all the authority into the two swords. She handed the sword to Ning Xiaoling, and Ning Xiaoling wrapped the hilt of the sword with the fox's tail.
She sat upright in front of the light curtain and smiled sweetly at her senior brother and two sisters.
"Don't worry about Xiaoling, Xiaoling is actually very powerful!"
Ning Xiaoling said seriously and clenched her paws.
Ning Changjiu smiled and leaned down, touched her head and said, "Well, we all believe in Xiaoling."
Ning Xiaoling rubbed it in his palm.
She didn't waste her senior brother's time. After saying goodbye to everyone, she turned around and walked towards the light curtain.
When she turned around, Xiaoling's eyes changed. She took off her usual cuteness and became calm.
She is no longer the Ning Xiaoling who wagged her tail and spoke sweetly every day.
She was Ning Xiaoling who broke through in the White Snake Temple during the Linggu Competition, killed the snake with white scales and black feathers with a sword, and won the first place.
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