On the land of Nanzhou, the sword rainbow hangs in the sky.
Boundless oases spread out in the field of vision, and lakes and swamps reflect the sunlight like scattered lenses.
The cities and towns in Nanzhou are scattered. Looking at the past, there are mostly barren mountains and ridges, and it is difficult to see human habitation.
Lu Marion controlled the sword alone, while Ning Changjiu drove Shao Xiaoli. The three of them were not very fast at controlling the sword. They stopped at the gate of Liantian Town and finally confirmed that the town was safe. Lu Marry stopped again on a red grass wasteland.
There was an ancient sword stuck in the red grass wasteland. The ancient sword was stained with rust, and a head rolled beside it.
This is the head of Jiu Xian. He was waiting for Lu Jiaou here, but he was killed by Lu Jiaou with a sword after he uttered arrogant words.
Lu Marian retraced her steps back then. Whether it was because she was shy about being close to home or because she was reminiscing, she would always stop at certain places to look at the traces left behind.
Most of these traces were erased within three years.
There are more mountains and hills around, and Shao Xiaoli's eyes have always been on those mountains. When she was in Duanjie City, even if she went out, she would see desolate rift valleys. She had never seen such lush mountains. The appearance of the world was in Her eyes were brand new, and she would often feel surprised, but she didn't show it, but her eyes became clearer and brighter.
"It turns out we have walked so many roads in the past."
When approaching Yujian Tianzong, Lu Jianjian sighed leisurely.
Ning Changjiu looked back to the north. The road Jiuying plowed had long been covered by green grass.
He also sighed with emotion: "Yes, even if you are in the Five Realms now, you have lost a lot of strength. Not long after you entered Ziting, I was still alive, and we actually followed Jiuying all the way to the Southern Wilderness. "
Lu Jiejiu said: "When Jiuying fought with me, he once said that Jun Futian killed a Taoist couple. The Taoist couple it mentioned were you and the master, right?"
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Did Xue Ci tell you this?"
Lu Marion smiled and said, "I guessed it."
"Marry is really getting smarter." Ning Jiujiu never concealed anything from Lu Marry. He told the truth about that year, "Actually, I was the only one who died back then. My master was Chang'e who flew to the moon and brought the fire. On to the moon.”
Although Lu Marry had already suspected it, but now that it was confirmed, she still couldn't calm down... Could the master's fairy sister, who was as cold as the moon, also be Ning Changjiu's lover in her previous life
Lu Marry said calmly, with murderous intent in her words, "How many flowers and troubles did you have in your previous life? Let's find out today."
Ning Jiujiu said sincerely: "There really is no one left."
"Really?" Lu Marian didn't believe it.
Although Shao Xiaoli didn't dare to interrupt, he looked at Ning Changjiu with a tolerant look, as if to say that she didn't mind.
Before returning to the peak, Ning Jiujiu asked cautiously: "Didn't Xue Ci explain anything to me before leaving?"
Lu Marry nodded slightly and said, "You have asked me to do something for you."
"What's the matter?" Ning asked for a long time.
Lu Marry said quietly: "I will tell you when I feel better."
After that, Lu Marry stopped paying attention to him.
It was not that she was not angry about Ning Changjiu's bad fate in the past and present life, but the master was planning everything on his own, and he had already worked hard to restrain Bai Zang. And she is the senior sister of this generation appointed by her master. Of course she must put the overall situation first and wait until the world is at peace before settling old scores with Ning.
Not long after walking forward, the peach curtain dropped, and the four peaks were hidden in it.
Lu Marry is the head of the Yujian Tian Sect. Although she has been absconding with money for a long time, the sect's formation still accepted her without any hindrance.
The three of them sneaked in quietly from a corner of the peach curtain.
The world inside and outside the peach curtain was completely different. Shao Xiaoli looked at it several times in and out, amazed.
"Can this peach curtain be made into a skirt or a cloak?" Shao Xiaoli asked curiously.
Ning Jiujiu said: "The peach curtain needs the blessing of the formation to be effective."
Shao Xiaoli said with some disappointment.
"What are you thinking about in your head?"
"It's nothing..." Shao Xiaoli raised his head, pointed to the green mountains covered by clouds and mist in front of him, and said, "Are these the Four Peaks?"
"Yes, they are Tianku Peak, Shouxiao Peak, Huiyang Peak, Xuanri Peak and Huanpu Peak."
"Hmm... why are there five of the four peaks?"
"Huanpu Peak is the sect's main peak, that's the one."
Shao Xiaoli looked in the direction of his finger. The so-called sect's main peak had obviously been severely damaged. The palace building on the top had not been completely repaired, and the walls were landslided, with no vegetation growing.
"So why are there five of the four peaks?" Shao Xiaoli still didn't understand.
"There are five more demon kings among the four demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City... maybe it's tradition." Ning Jiujiu said perfunctorily.
Shao Xiaoli was very interested, "Which is the highest mountain in Yujian Tianzong?"
Ning pondered for a long time and was about to speak, but Lu Yuanjian seemed to have predicted what he was going to say, and angrily shouted "Shut up".
Shao Xiaoli was a little confused.
Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianjiao had both entered the Five Paths. They deliberately hid themselves, and no one in the Four Peaks noticed their arrival.
After crossing the misty foot of Huanpu Mountain, Ning Changjiu raised his head, and the scattered star stones on Tianku Peak were already in front of his eyes.
The blue and white sedan stopped halfway up, and the snowy cherry blossoms on the mountainside had not withered yet and were in full bloom.
Ning Changjiu paused slightly, as if hesitating.
"Don't you want to go back to the peak to have a look?" Lu Marian noticed something strange.
The closer Ning Changjiu gets to these places in the past, the stronger the feeling of 'being out of the world' becomes. He feels that everything is strange, and he can't even tell whether the world is rejecting him or he is rejecting them.
"Maybe I'm not from the peak at all." Ning Jiujiu said.
Lu Marian said with a smile: "Then you still have so much money in Huafengli?"
Shao Xiaoli was slightly startled and whispered: "It turns out that the boss has been eating soft food..."
Ning Jiujiu also laughed, "That's right, just think of it as returning to your parents' home."
…
Tianku Peak is still the same as it was in the past. The big demon has been eliminated, the Taoist gate is weakened, and the four peaks are in a corner. The bright sunshine does not scatter the clouds on the peak, but it reveals a lazy temperament.
Lu Jianwen stood among the snowy cherry blossoms on the mountainside. The stone steps were covered with red. Both women were more beautiful than the flowers and trees.
Ning took a long look at the blue and white sedan parked in the grotto. It was in this sedan that Lu Jianwen used the Golden Crow to refine her body for the first time. Its current speed is far inferior to Yu Jian's flight, but if there is a chance in the future, Given the opportunity, Ning Jiujiu would still be willing to sit down again.
Shao Xiaoli climbed up the stairs. The higher she went, the more restrained and calm her temperament became.
She vaguely remembered that in her previous life, she had been on a divine peak as high as a sky pillar, looking at a distant figure and walking towards him alone.
Now the unreachable figure is right next to him.
The three of them reminisced each other, occasionally speaking. The sea of clouds rolled under their feet, changing into all kinds of shapes. They were like foaming tides. They looked extremely thick from a distance, but were so thin that they were difficult to grasp when the wind floated in front of them.
Lu Marian wanted to go back to see Junior Sister Yazhu and the disciples he had personally trained.
But Ning Jiujiu still deliberately avoided the world.
When Lu Yuai walked towards the cliff where he practiced swordsmanship, Ning Changjiu turned around and walked towards the inner peak. Lu Yuai knew what he was thinking and didn't say anything. Shao Xiaoli was not familiar with the place and was just here to walk around and have a look. Naturally, he was nervous. Follow the boss.
Ning Jiujiu returned to the wing room where he first lived. The wing room between him and Xiaoling is still empty and the furnishings are as usual.
"Xiao Li, you rest in the room for a while, I'll go meet a few people." Ning Jiujiu said.
Shao Xiaoli agreed.
Ning Jiujiu came to the bookstore quietly and sat where Yan Zhou used to sit. He folded his sleeves and meditated. He could feel that the bookstore had an invisible bond to worship him, but he still couldn't think of it. Ways to give back.
He shattered the void, passed through the book pavilion, and came to the inner peak.
There are a few more disciples in retreat in the inner peak.
He went to check on Nan Cheng first. Nan Cheng had successfully broken through to the Purple Court Realm, and his acquired sword body was already a sight to behold among ordinary cultivators.
He went to see Lerou again. The little girl who was against him at the beginning now has a much more stable temperament. Whether she is meditating or practicing, or her words and deeds, there are traces of deliberately imitating Lu Marian.
He went to see Ding Leshi again. After being severely beaten by Zhao Xiang'er's disciple Yan Shi, this disciple had given up martial arts and followed literature, and began to help guard the Scripture Pavilion.
Ning did not disturb them for a long time.
Not even half a stick of incense had passed, and Ning Jiujiu already felt that there was nothing to do and nothing to find.
The same is true for Lu Marion.
Many young disciples had only heard her stories and did not know her, and she only met Yazhu quietly. Yazhu was surprised and happy about this. He held hands with her at the corner of Jianping and kept talking. The clothes are old and there are tears in the corners of the eyes.
Ning looked at all this for a long time, but his emotions became weaker and weaker.
People are supposed to be nostalgic for the past, but these old people and things cannot stir up much emotion in him.
Is my fate with the world about to end...
Ning thought about this for a long time, and was surprised to find that he called this place the earthly world, not the human world.
Shao Xiaoli walked around the house tirelessly and looked around. Ning Xiaoling had moved a lot of things when she left. Now the house was mostly empty, but she still had a desire to explore, trying to recover the clues of Ning Jiujiu's original life. .
"Xiao Li."
Ning returned to the house for a long time.
Shao Xiaoli was a little surprised and said with a smile: "You're back so soon? Is the scenery outside not as beautiful as Xiaoli's?"
"Well, I don't know what I should do." Ning Jiujiu was a little confused.
Shao Xiaoli asked: "Aren't you going to cut off the bonds?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "The bond is an invisible thing, not a clear enemy. That is why it is confusing."
Ning looked around the entire Nanzhou for a long time. In his impression, except for Liantian Town, he seemed to have only lost one dollar.
It's a bit funny that he traveled thousands of miles just for the money he owed at the beginning.
However, this is also the cause and effect he deliberately planted. He always has an obsession with small things having a huge impact. At the beginning, he used this money to cast stones to see if everything he experienced was influenced by some invisible way. controlled by the line.
He temporarily placed Shao Xiaoli in the peak, then came to the snow cliff and borrowed a piece of money from Lu Marion.
So Marry really only gave him one piece of money.
Ning Jiujiu protested, but Lu Jiaojiu scoffed, "Do you want to go to a brothel with so much money?"
Ning Jiujiang set out on the road with a coin in his arms, and his figure in fluttering white clothes revealed a bit of poverty in the fairy aura.
He stood on the edge of the cliff, leaned forward and fell into the sea of clouds. He drew a sword casually and stepped on the sword with his toes. The sword energy cut through the sea of clouds and carried him towards the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom northwest of Tianzong.
The flying sword passed through the mountains and wild fields, and the wind and clouds were calm along the way.
Ning Jiujiu was secretly expecting something to change, but his reason told him that the south of Nanzhou was such a remote place, and how big of a dragon and elephant could it accommodate
But unexpected variables still arrived.
When Ning Jiujiu opened his Taiyin Eyes, he saw a pair of figures in the vast forest below. They seemed to be injured. There were many people searching for them from further away.
Ning Jiujiu didn't want to get involved in the complicated grievances in the world, but he was surprised to find that he actually knew one of the people.
He is He Guang, the disciple of the Hehuan Sect with whom he exchanged secrets when the four sides met to sword.
…
He Guang was wearing a simple green shirt. His clothes were torn by hooks while running through the thorn forest, and there was blood seeping out of it. However, the injury was definitely not caused by the thorn vines, but a sword wound.
He was panting heavily, his hair sticking to his pale face, and he was very embarrassed.
Behind him was a young woman who was wearing similar clothes to him. There was less blood on her body, and it seemed that He Guang was clearing the way for her all the way.
He Guang's sword had many chips, and the hilt was tied to his hand. His mouth was broken, and the blood stained the bandage red.
He didn't know how long he had been running away. His knees were weak and it was difficult to keep his feet steady.
"He Guang!"
Behind him, the woman was the first to stop. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was hoarse. She said: "He Guang, let's not run away. Let's go back. I will apologize to the sect master and beg him to let you go."
"Apologise? What are you apologizing for?" He Guang's voice could not hide his anger, "It was the old guy who broke his promise first and used his power for personal gain. He wanted to take you as a cauldron and put me to death. You still have illusions now. What? We finally escaped, how can we go back!"
Hearing this, the woman squeezed out tears from her already red eyes, "Then where can we go? They will catch up soon. We, we can't escape..."
He Guang knew that his tone was harsh, so he spoke softly and said, "Qin'er, since I brought you out, I will send you out alive no matter what."
The woman called Qin'er was stunned. She grabbed He Guang's sleeve and said, "What do you mean? Are you going to seek death by yourself?"
He Guang pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
The woman wiped her tears and gritted her teeth and said, "I, Chi Qin, don't need your protection! Although your skills in Hehuan Hall amaze everyone, don't forget that I am your senior sister!"
"I haven't forgotten." He Guang responded in a low voice.
The heated words between the two did not last long. In the dense forest behind them, footsteps swept over like raindrops. The rustling leaves were smashed into countless pieces. Figures wearing Taoist robes shuttled back and forth in the forest. , spreading its wings, pressed towards them.
The sword whistling sound came in waves, like a blade scratching against the ear.
He Guang trembled with trembling fingers and grasped the sword tightly. He grabbed Chi Qin's hand, lowered his body slightly, and continued to run forward.
Chi Qin was by no means a weak woman. She immediately made a sword move, and the snow-white sword shadow danced around like a crane, but it was projected towards the dense forest like a crossbow arrow. The crane sword and the pursuer quickly touched each other, clanking. The sound kept ringing, and white cranes were chopped to the ground.
He Guang was too seriously injured. After their position was locked, just ten breaths later, shadows of Taoist-robed killers caught up with them and jumped over their heads. Led by a middle-aged man, the other Taoist-robed killers were on both sides. They blocked the front and drew their swords almost at the same time, and the shadows of their swords merged into a city wall.
He Guang, who wanted to break through forcefully, was stopped by his sword. He pointed his toes to the ground and retreated. From behind, there were also disciples surrounding him.
He and Chi Qin were surrounded.
The middle-aged man did not launch an attack immediately. He said leisurely: "He Guang, you are really disappointing. Your Taoist palace skills are more impressive than yours. You have won the first place and made everyone look at you. The sect leader originally planned to make you the next successor. After training, why are you so disobedient? The Hehuan Sect has declined in recent years, and it is not easy to produce a good seedling. Uncle Master does not want you to suffer from this."
He Guang stood with his sword in hand. The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, but unfortunately it was his own blood. He is now at the upper level of Longevity Realm and is outstanding among his disciples, but in the end he is no match for the assassination of his elders himself.
He glared, straightening his back as much as he could.
Chi Qin stood in front. She was also injured, but because He Guang tried his best to protect her, the injury was much lighter.
"Since He Guang has won the leadership, why doesn't the sect leader fulfill his agreement?" Chi Qin asked.
The middle-aged man said coldly: "Chi Qin, do you really like this boy?"
Chi Qin remained indifferent and remained silent.
The middle-aged man said earnestly: "The sect master has already chosen a good match for you. When he pushed you out, he was just to encourage the disciples. But even the sect master did not expect that a junior like He Guang, who can hide his clumsiness, would actually do this." arrive."
Although the Hehuan Sect is not a large sect, it has quite a few disciples. Their sect has a rule that when they reach a certain age and level, the sect will let them draw lots and match up Taoist couples on their own.
But this rule does not hold true for truly outstanding disciples.
There is a Taoist palace competition in the sect. Anyone who wins the top three will have the right to choose their spouse. This year, the sect leader has promoted his direct disciple Chi Qin and promised to be the leader's Taoist companion.
"A good match?" Chi Qin sneered: "Do you still think I'm a fool? The leader has already decided internally that he is the sect leader's silly son, right? You just use me as a tool, as a tool for the cultivation of the dog father and son! "
The emergence of He Guang turned out to be a change, allowing her to see clearly the true face of the master who she originally regarded as a close relative.
The middle-aged man said: "Don't forget, you are an abandoned baby brought back by the sect leader. What? Are you going to be ungrateful?"
Chi Qin was speechless, her heart was bleeding, and she had been struggling with this these days.
He Guang laughed loudly: "Has he ever regarded Senior Sister Qin'er as a human being? He is hypocritical and sanctimonious, so what's there to say!"
The middle-aged man looked at He Guang. He was not angry. Facing a person at the end of his life was not worthy of his emotions. He just held out two fingers and said: "Now I give you two choices. One, hand over Show the swordsmanship you used in the Taoist temple, then return to the sect and stab your shoulder bone to confess your sins, and think about your past for three years."
He withdrew one finger and said calmly: "Two, die here."
He Guang was too lazy to answer.
Destiny is something you control. How can someone else make the decision about life and death
He clenched his sword tightly, gathered his voice into a line, and said: "Do you remember the swordsmanship I taught you? Run away, run away to Yujian Tianzong, and show them this set of swordsmanship. They are a famous sect and will accept you. of… "
Chi Qin was slightly shocked when she heard Yu Jian Tianzong.
This is the most powerful sect in Nanzhou now. How could He Guang be connected with them
It turns out that this amazing swordsmanship is actually...
"It turns out it's the Yujian Tianzong's swordsmanship. No wonder it's so powerful." The middle-aged man looked at him with a smile. The method of concentrating sound into lines was useless in front of him. He said: "A famous sect? It's just good luck. . The master of the sect has great ambitions and will become the master of the resurgence of the Hehuan Sect in the future."
He Guang snorted and said: "The Yin-Yang Towering Ceremony, which is perfectly in line with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, was modified by that old dog into a despicable technique that only left lust. He is not worthy of being the leader of the sect at all!"
"If he doesn't deserve it, who does?" The middle-aged man knew that he was stubborn and was too lazy to persuade him.
It’s true that a good seedling makes people feel distressed, but if it is broken, it will be broken. The big plan is important.
The murderous intention had arrived, and He Guang keenly noticed that he did not regard him as a lamb to be slaughtered. Instead, he shouted "Run away", held swords in both hands, and pounced on the middle-aged man with all his might.
The middle-aged man did not take action, and the sword light on both sides was already pressing forward.
Chi Qin was stunned for a while. She was not very strong. At this moment, she did have the idea of escape, but the figure on her back was like a nail, making it difficult for her to move. In just a moment, she made up her mind and flew towards her with her sword. , slashing out like a waterfall of sword intent, to block the falling swords on both sides.
He Guang understood his senior sister's choice and didn't know whether he should be sad or happy. He could only hold out the sword for an instant. His uncle's realm was much higher than his. He had exhausted all means to escape here.
The middle-aged man calmly stretched out two fingers and clicked on it.
The sword struck his finger.
"Huh?" the middle-aged man was surprised.
This sword should have been the last resort, but it burst out with astonishing power. At the moment of contact, a drop of blood was pricked out of his finger.
The middle-aged man quickly withdrew his fingers, flipped his palm and threw it away, scattering He Guang's sword intention. He stretched out his hand that was originally behind him, pointed his fingers parallel again, drew a sword, and slashed at He Guang.
He Guang didn't know what happened with his previous sword attack.
With all his movements at this moment, he should not be able to dodge the swords that were coming one after another.
But his sword seemed to have a spiritual power, dragging his body to narrowly avoid it, and then automatically made a sword move and pounced on the middle-aged man.
Because his sword was tied tightly to his hand, his body moved accordingly, making it look like he was controlling the sword.
"What other tricks are you hiding?!" The middle-aged man's hair and beard were all growing, and he finally became angry.
The shadow of the sword flickered in the forest, and the two figures rose and fell. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.
The middle-aged man could clearly sense that the other party was still in the longevity realm, but the continuous sword moves seemed to be alive and indescribably exquisite. They made up for the gap in realm by relying solely on the ingenuity of the moves.
This... how is this possible? !
The middle-aged man calmed down quickly. He gave a low drink, and used his palm forcefully to force He Guang back temporarily. Then he raised his head and said loudly to the empty forest: "Who is this expert? Can you come out for a while?" See?"
The voice was powerful and echoed in the forest.
After just one reply, the voice was shattered by the indifferent words of a young man.
"You want to meet me?"
The middle-aged man's heart was shocked. He turned around suddenly and saw a handsome and calm young man in white standing behind him. His white clothes were flowing and his eyebrows were like immortals.
Even more shocked than the middle-aged man was He Guang.
"Is it you? How...how is it you..."
Although his temperament had long since changed, He Guang still recognized him at a glance.
What's it called... His head hurts.
The middle-aged man stared at this enigmatic young man and said coldly: "Are you a disciple of Yujian Tianzong?"
"Yeah." Ning nodded for a long time.
He has been watching the show for a long time. He doesn't like to sit on the sidelines, but just wants to understand the ins and outs of things and the rights and wrongs. Although he wants to escape from the world now, he can't watch innocent people die in vain, not to mention that the secret books of Hehuan Sect have really benefited him a lot.
The middle-aged man hesitated to speak, but Ning Jiujiu took the lead and said: "Do you want to use your sect to suppress me, or do you want me to care about the sect."
The middle-aged man was told something that was on his mind, but he calmed down and said: "We can make a deal, but I must take this disciple away. This is a private matter of our sect and cannot be interfered with."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "No."
The middle-aged man said: "As far as I know, although Yujian Tianzong is a famous sect, the sect leader is not in the peak. The strongest Jing Yangxia is only on the eighth floor. No matter how talented you are, you are only a disciple..."
His voice became softer and softer.
Because the young man in white approached him.
He wanted to take action, but found that he couldn't even lift his arm or move a finger!
The power in his body seemed to have been drained out, and he couldn't draw out a single bit... No, it was because his movements had slowed down...
How can it be? !
He is also a master on the second floor of Ziting... Even a monk at the peak of Ziting realm would never be able to do it!
"You...who are you?" The middle-aged man had bulging veins: "What kind of evil magic is this?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is authority."
Authority... authority!
The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with tears.
That is something in the legend, but it actually exists in the world!
"You, you are actually at the fifth... fifth realm... No! Impossible!" The middle-aged man trembled all over, and then let out a heart-rending scream.
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Jiujiu pulled out his sword and pierced his Qi Sea.
"It's just five ways, not enough to be a Tao." Ning Jiujiu said calmly.
The middle-aged man gushed blood and fell to his knees.
Ning looked at He Guang for a long time and said: "He is a disabled person. You decide whether he lives or lives. The rest has nothing to do with me."
He Guang sat on his knees and looked at him blankly.
The fighting on the other side also stopped. Seeing the disastrous defeat of Master Shishu, no one dared to take action anymore, and they all knelt down in front of the white-clothed immortal.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to leave, but gently shook his head.
Although he saved He Guang, their sect leader would not stop hunting He Guang.
If he cannot fundamentally cut off this cause and effect, it will only involve more.
In this case…
Ning Jiujiu looked at He Guang and suddenly asked:
"Does your Hehuan Sect lack a good sect leader?"