In the early morning, the waves rolled up and the sky parted.
When the light came from a distance, the wind blew in the sky.
That was the pure first ray of wind, carrying the same pure sword intent.
The sword intent comes from the direction of the Ancient Spirit Sect.
In the red building, the long-lasting candle was lit again. Si Ming looked at the candle, the ice in his eyes slowly melted, and he became clear and clear.
Then, Siming felt his cheek being pecked, as if being kissed by the wind.
Siming turned his head and saw nothing. Not long after, Ye Changong's figure wrapped in a quilt appeared. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength. After walking back to the red building, she lay gently in Siming's arms.
"Master, are you sleepy?" Siming asked in a low voice.
Ye Changong said: "When the sun comes out, of course it's time for the moon to go to sleep."
With that said, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Siming's arms.
Si Ming looked at the girl who was now a little smaller. After a long time, she sighed with pity. She made a bed and asked the master to lie down. Then she grabbed Bai Zang, who was looking out idly, and gave it to the master. As a soft pillow.
Bai Zang meowed, very reluctantly.
At the beach, Shao Xiaoli knelt on the cliff and felt like he was being enveloped by a gust of wind. She looked sideways and vaguely saw Ning Jiujiu's blurry shadow. It was not a real person, but a lucid state. He smiled at herself, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her hair.
Shao Xiaoli looked at him blankly, lost his mind.
Surrounded in the sky, connected end to end with the surging Luo River, it stopped and fell like a waterfall.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and covered her head like an umbrella. He smiled at her.
"Boss..."
Shao Xiaoli couldn't help but recall the way he walked out of the light curtain before, and murmured softly.
She stretched out her hand to catch the gust of wind, but the gust of wind slipped lightly from her fingers and drifted towards the sea.
The sea, which has experienced a fierce divine battle, looks sad and desolate at first glance. At this moment, the breeze is light and the waves finally appear soft.
Lu Marry turned around and looked.
Countless gusts of gentle wind came towards me. The wind poured into my white clothes, and then passed by my ears, sides, and sleeves.
Beside her, the fragments of the sun flew up leisurely and shattered into sparkling points of light on the sea.
These millions of strands of wind are like a girl's silk hair, blowing from a distant place, and then rising vertically on the sea surface, converging into a human shape in the virtual world. At the same time, the sun completely lifts out of the sea surface, and the rays of light seem to be shining in unison. Thousands of arrows pierced the mist and illuminated the wind.
Above the virtual realm, in front of Ke Wenzhou, the young man's thin figure condensed in the endless wind.
Behind him, the red sun and golden crow appeared.
The young man folded his sleeves and stared calmly at the old man high in the sky.
"The sword just now is indeed worthy of being the best sword in the world. Ning will never forget it."
Ke Wenzhou also looked at him and sighed: "It's amazing. He deserves to be the one who must be killed by heaven."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I would also like to thank Master Sword Master for sending me on this journey."
Ke Wenzhou looked at him and asked, "You must be a spirit body at this moment, right?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "This is the body of a god."
"God's body..." Only then did Ke Wenzhou become convinced that the other party had truly ascended to the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom and gained the authority that had been handed down from ancient times to this day. He lowered his head, looked at his old body, and said: "The mortal body is weak and miserable. All you want in life is immortality. Can you be immortal like a god?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said, "No."
Ke Wenzhou nodded, as if with some regret. He looked at Ning Changjiu, and after a moment he asked in a deep voice: "After those several rebirths, are you still the same person?"
Ning closed his eyes for a long time and felt the pure light in his body.
He had thought about this problem before, the unimpressive disciple in his previous life, the little Taoist priest who followed Ning Qinshui in this life, and... himself now. Are they really all themselves
He still has no way of knowing whether the three souls he saw during the catastrophe in Zhao Kingdom's imperial city were just a dream.
When he crossed Nanzhou with Lu Marian and went to Middle-earth, he also swallowed ancient scrolls of the underworld and summoned the dead souls. At that time, a terrifying thought came into his mind, and he couldn't help but think of himself. Before I was reborn, I was a bit stupid.
The Netherworld Scroll received the order and began to summon souls. At that time, Ning didn't have the courage to see if the Netherworld Scroll could be summoned successfully.
Because he was afraid that if the ancient scrolls were really successful, then who would he be
After an individual differentiates into another individual, is he a vassal of himself or another independent individual? Whose will does it depend on
Also, if that individual dies, does he die himself? So what is the living one
These were all questions that Ning had deliberately avoided for a long time.
But now he understands and is relieved.
Emperor Jun, Yi, those brief lives, the impressive disciples, the little Taoist priests in the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, and now myself...
He is alive until now because his work is not yet finished.
When people die, their thoughts will condense into resentful spirits. He is also a wraith... a wraith of light!
He does not need to think about what I am, he only needs to know why he is born and why he dies.
The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, but the will is immortal.
This is also the meaning of his existence.
"I'm still me."
Ning looked at the sword master for a long time and stretched out his hand. The silver sword light condensed in his hand, and the ethereal girl with short hair lingered out and opened her clear eyes with a hint of resentment.
Ke Wenzhou sighed and said: "Disasters are born, demons are born from the earth. I draw my bow and shoot for nine days... Dayi, you are finally back."
The young man shook his head and said firmly: "I am Ning Changjiu."
…
The virtual realm was filled with sword light.
It was a clear and bright sword light, like full dew, reflecting the morning sun, accumulating the mysterious Qi of the yin and yang exchange.
They condensed into the shape of a sword beside Ning Changjiu, like small flowers blooming in a desolate virtual world.
Ke Wenzhou looked at these sword energy, his old eyes were filled with light, and he seemed to have returned to his youth, looking at the first sword energy he slashed, he was stunned for a long time, and then he was ecstatic.
But his body was decayed. Even the legendary three realms cannot withstand the dual wear and tear of time and heaven and earth.
He looked at the young man in white clothes and was just envious.
In the light of the sword, Ke Wenzhou raised his left arm.
He held an iron token in his hand, which was the unique token of the master of the Sword Pavilion and a symbol of the master's identity. Holding this token, he could order all the swords in the world.
If this was the Middle-earth Sword Pavilion, then Ke Wenzhou would be able to see the spectacular scene of thousands of swords coming towards him when he holds the token and activates it with all his strength.
But here the sky is high and the road is far away, and only a few hundred swords respond.
They may come from Piaomiao Tower, or from nearby large or small sects, or they may have sunk to the bottom of the sea. They have long been broken into the sand, leaving only embryo-shaped scraps of scrap metal.
Hundreds of swords were like a flock of birds, swarming towards the virtual realm.
That will be the highest point they have ever reached in their lives, and it will also be their grave.
This decisive battle at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, which took place five hundred years ago, took place quietly in the sky.
Lu Marion, Shao Xiaoli, Siming, Ning Xiaoling, Zhao Xianger... They were staring at the clouds from near to far, quietly waiting for the end of this battle.
The sword master reached the pinnacle of his life and exhausted all his skills.
Ning Changjiu is no exception.
Ning Jiujiu and Liu Xiwan's minds were almost integrated into one. They shared every ray of light and felt every exquisite sword intention.
Sword shadows crisscrossed the sky, and the sharp edges intertwined in the virtual world. The blue-gray sky was cut open by them. The virtual and the real overlapped with clear layers, just like the glazed world described in Buddhist scriptures.
The sword master's hair was cut off, his robe was pierced, and the sword light penetrated his almost skinny body, but failed to draw out any blood.
He seems like a real puppet.
The hundreds of swords that followed the sword order's call also turned into iron powder, blown away by the clear sword wind, and turned into gray snow falling to the sea.
Ning stood in the void for a long time and continued to hand over the sword.
In the sword light, there is a child self, a young self, and a current self. They hold different swords, but have similar eyes.
The sword light shot through the air like thousands of arrows, whizzing away.
Ke Wenzhou stood on the spot, his earlobe was cut off, his eyebrows were cracked, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the little finger of his left hand was also broken. The bones sticking out of the scar could also be seen in the skinny scar. He seemed to have just been subjected to the most stubborn person. Such punishment, not a single piece of skin on the body was intact.
Soon after, blood poured out, turning him into a bloody man.
"I learned swordsmanship at the age of sixteen and entered Taoism a month ago. When I was seventeen, I came from behind and defeated all my peers. At the age of eighteen, I entered the Purple Court and stayed at the peak of the Purple Court for more than ten years. Finally, I met Sage, the sage said that I was rebellious, but he still accepted me as his disciple."
Ke Wenzhou endured the punishment of ten thousand swords, and his words trembled: "One year later, I stepped into the Five Paths, and then the heaven and earth trembled... At the age of seventy-eight, I founded the Sword Pavilion and proclaimed myself the best sword in the world. This name For five hundred years, no one has been able to shake it, and finally... it is finally handed over to you today."
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "You clearly long for the great road and are willing to betray everything in pursuit, so why do you need to be burdened by a false reputation?"
Ke Wenzhou couldn't give an answer.
Ning held the silver sword for a long time and sent it into Ke Wenzhou's chest, "Then this false name will be buried with you in the virtual realm and returned to the sea of ruins."
Ke Wenzhou lowered his head and looked at the sword that penetrated his body. There was no pain or sorrow on his face.
He lost, lost to Ning Changjiu.
That was a failure in pure sword intention and sword energy, and it was an inferiority in skill.
He was convinced and had no dissatisfaction, but he always felt that he still had something to do, but he couldn't remember what it was, and all he could grasp emotionally was strong regret.
That's all.
For famous generals who are victorious in every battle, defeat is often linked to death.
From Guyun City to the present, he has not been able to escape death.
He should have died peacefully.
But what makes Ke Wenzhou even more painful is that he cannot control even death. Because he has long been attached to the way of heaven, he is the puppet of the dark master, and he has no qualifications to control his own life and death!
Ning Changjiu's sword should have ended his life, but the dark master refused to let him die.
Farther up in the sky, an eye as huge as the sky opened in the darkness!
The pupils seemed to be filled with dense insect shadows, making the sound of insects flapping their wings. The scene was mind-numbing.
Today, for the first time, Ke Wenzhou truly sensed the existence of the Dark Lord.
The illusory way of heaven turned into reality.
An unprecedented power poured down from the void and accurately fell into Ke Wenzhou's dying body.
Ning Jiujiu slashed out his sword light, but was unable to stop the process.
The Eye of Taiyin unfolds. Ning Jiujiu took this opportunity to come into contact with the legendary greatest enemy - the Dark Lord for the first time.
The light enveloped his spirit, and he followed the cracks in the virtual realm upward, finally touching the tip of the iceberg of the huge thing.
ghost!
This is Ning Jiujiu's first impression. Exactly the same as the immortal on the White City.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know how to describe the scene he saw... It was a hazy and chaotic existence. It had no specific image, but it was like a big caterpillar lying on a leaf, squirming and biting the leaves. , there are endless invisible resentments. Those resentments are like whirlpools, and they are also like countless open eyes staring at themselves. The sound they make is like a knife scraping bones, and each sound can awaken the soul. Cramps and severe pain.
That's a ghost, a ghost in the universe!
The whirlpool of resentment produced infinite suction, and Ning Jiujiu's Taiyin Eye was firmly locked, and was about to be swallowed into the belly of the ghost... It seemed to feed on authority!
Without any hesitation, Ning Jiujiu immediately let the sword spirit cut off the connection with the sea of consciousness and withdrew his will in time.
If it were a little later, his Taiyin Eye would be swallowed directly by the opponent.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes again.
In front of him, Ke Wenzhou's pupils were completely black. The internal organs in his flesh and blood body had disappeared, and they were melted by the dark master's breath. A black sword emerged from Ke Wenzhou's left hand, without any luster.
Ning Jiujiu knew that his opponent had changed.
The opponent is no longer the sword master Ke Wenzhou, but a puppet gifted by the dark master.
This is the real opponent he will face after achieving the divine status.
The peak of the Five Paths is the limit for most cultivators, but for them now, the line between the legendary Three Realms is about to be crossed.
The sword master held his sword and slashed at Ning Changjiu without any expression on his face.
Ning Jiujiu knew that the sword master's energy was almost exhausted. Even if he received a gift from the dark master, he would still be at the end of his rope. He only had one chance to strike with his sword. The same is true for myself.
He stared at the sword master's oncoming black sword, and the Golden Crow Kingdom opened at this moment.
The sun shines out thousands of rays in the virtual realm.
…
In the Kingdom of God, the pillars of mythical logic shine brightly.
The long river of memory goes back and reaches a history that is more advanced than the logic of myth.
"Chang Xi, the Moon Palace has been deserted for thousands of years, and you are the only one. Aren't you lonely?"
The young man with the imperial crown stood at the door of the Moon Palace where the clear light was flowing, looking at the dancing shadows in the Guanghan Palace.
A clear and moving voice floated out from it.
"The Guanghan Qingxu Mansion has been like this for thousands of years. Why should I break the tranquility here?"
A woman in a gauze skirt stands next to the laurel. The gauze skirt is woven by moonlight, and the laurels are blooming on one side. The fragrant fragrance always reminds people of the cold autumn days in the world.
Di Jun stood outside the door and asked, "Are you going to the human world?"
Chang Xi nodded: "The world is named after the sun and the moon, and there are countless beliefs derived from it. You often go to the world, you should know better than me... Since they rely on us, and the sun and the moon can learn from their intentions, how can they bear to let them down?"
Emperor Jun sighed and said: "You have the power to kill, I will persuade Xihe to go, don't worry."
Chang Xi shook his head and spoke calmly: "It's time for me to go see the human world."
Di Jun asked: "Have you never walked out?"
Chang Xi stood under the laurel tree, clasping her hands lightly. She looked around, looking at this cold and lonely palace, and at the gray-white world outside. The stars were hanging on the black sky. They seemed to be within reach, but in fact they were extremely far away. .
Chang Xi's words were as thin and cold as this palace: "I have never left it since I was born. I don't want to, but I can't."
Emperor Jun was confused and asked: "You are the moon god, why do you need to stay here?"
"because… "
Chang Xi was about to speak but stopped, her eyes fell on the branches covered with moonlight, and she said nothing for a long time.
But Di Jun understood. He looked at the laurel plant and asked, "Because of it?"
"Um."
"Why?"
"Because..." Chang Xi finally continued, "Because it is me."
Venus gave birth to Tianzang, Mars gave birth to Zhulong, Mercury gave birth to Xuanze, Pluto gave birth to Hades... and so on.
Within this galaxy, every important star will give birth to a god unique to the star.
The moon is not nearly as huge as they are.
But the moon was close to the stars with the most abundant aura. After a long time, the first life was finally born on the moon - Laurel.
Laurel is not like the sweet-scented osmanthus in the world. It was born in the moon, but has no roots or leaves. It only blooms when the moon is full in the world. It is lonely and full of joy while admiring it. She is like an ordinary flower and tree, unable to do anything. To move around, you have to open up the snow-like tree crowns and use the moonlight to reach the world from a distance.
It was late at night when the laurel bloomed, the world was quiet, and everyone's consciousness gathered together to form a larger sea of dreams. The dream had no owner. Although this power was not strong, she liked it, so she spontaneously took charge of the dream.
Day after day, year after year.
Things become refined over time.
Even the divine laurel is like this.
One day, an incredibly beautiful woman walked out of the laurel.
It is the imagination that combines all the dreams in the world, and it is the ultimate beauty in the worldly sense. She is wearing a white dress with black silk stockings, a gauze skirt, and a moon crown. She is truly dreamlike.
She is the goddess of the moon and the laurel itself.
She built a lonely and cold palace for herself around the laurel, imitating the rules of the world, where she lived like a human being, watching from afar the changing world of mortals, and the clouds rolling in and out.
But a laurel is a laurel after all. She can't stay away from 'self'. The size of Guanghan Palace is the scope of her activities.
Humans are not grass and trees, so who knows the helplessness of grass and trees...
"It turns out that under the Moon Temple is actually the laurel tree itself." Emperor Jun realized later.
Chang Xi smiled indifferently: "Yes, I actually envy you. I envy all the people in the world. I envy all the freedom of coming and going without having to endure lonely life... Of course, I also know that they also envy me."
Di Jun asked: "But if you decide to leave, how should you leave?"
Chang Xi replied: "Of course I will take myself away."
Many years later, the legend of the Moon Palace conquering Gui became widely spread in the world.
The protagonist of Fa Gui has been changed many times in different legends, and no one knows which version should be regarded as true.
But more than 4,000 years ago on Yue Prison, Emperor Jun stood outside Guanghan Palace and saw Chang Xi knocking down Yue Gui with his own hands.
Her soft and graceful figure tensed up, as if she was suffering a lot of pain. Then, blood seeped out from between the gauze skirt, dyeing her moon-white clothes red.
The laurel was cut down in Guanghan Palace and turned into a small branch.
Chang Xi held the moon branch and knelt weakly in a pool of blood.
She looked at Yuezhi, as if looking at herself in a mirror, with an extremely gentle expression, and said softly:
"If you want an immortal sword made of good iron, this should be it."
"If you want to use good wood to build a coffin for eternal rest, this should be it."
This is the story of Chang Xi's defeat of Gui.
After that, Chang Xi took it out of the deep palace and went to the human world.
There is no more moon tree in Guanghan Palace, and there is no fragrance of flowers on the moon.
There is no one in this gray-white star, and no one is watching her go away, looking forward to her return.
She is a laurel, just like this star, she surrounds the world with clear earnestness, but she has been cold since ancient times.
…
"This is my sword and my coffin."
Ning chanted silently in a low voice for a long time.
Only today did he know that these words were originally spoken by his master to him.
At the end of the previous life, the third country-hunting plan completely failed. At the last moment, the master handed him the moon branch by piercing his body, sending him back to twelve years ago.
Yuezhi is the original body of Yechan Palace.
She gave him everything she had.
What will happen if time goes back twelve years is unknown to them.
However, to kill demons with swords during life, and to sleep together in a coffin when dead, may have been her last wish in her previous life.
In the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom, another brand new divine pillar rises from the ground.
That divine pillar is located next to the first divine pillar.
There, the story of the era of Emperor Jun and Chang Xi is recorded.
This is a story that transcends the history of this world, but still exists.
This is also their true beginning.
The Golden Crow hissed, and brighter light surged out from it, illuminating the virtual realm into a red gold color.
"The acupoints of the human body are called death; the tip of the sword is tiny, and it can swallow the living light; forget all the corpses, and the sorrow is external; cut off everything, and you can see the new life!"
Ning Jiujiu and Liu Xiwan were in harmony with each other and recited the sword secret together silently.
That sword technique is none other than the key to the inner magic of the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture!
The voices of the boy and the girl overlapped, and at the same time, the silver sword burned against fate, emitting a sword light that penetrated the world.
The young man in white held his sword like this and slashed towards the Sword Master.
The Heavenly Sword Sutra, the killing sword, is thrust out!
…
In the red building outside Gu Lingzong, the candlelight flickered. Si Ming took care of Ye Chan Palace, and the girl's breathing became weaker and weaker. Until this moment, she finally opened her eyes like a flashback, but Bai Zang was under her pillow. Shivering and motionless, he could only meow in a low voice: "Heaven's way, that's the way of heaven! I smell the scent of the Dark Lord... The dark sun is coming, the dark sun is coming!"
Siming ignored Bai Zang's cry. She helped her master get up. The two of them cuddled together and looked at the flickering candlelight on the table.
The candle flame flickered several times and was about to go out, then it raised its head tenaciously and regained its light several times.
Finally, the candlelight went out.
But it's not because light was defeated by darkness, it's just because the candle, which has been burning for thousands of years, has burned out the wax.
Ye Changong looked outside.
The embers of calamity fell in the sky.
In the virtual realm, only Ning Changjiu stood with his sword.
Ke Wenzhou, who had obtained the power of the Dark Lord, had been knocked down to the virtual realm by him, and was thrown into the extremely distant sea. His body was swept away by the waves, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
"I can defeat such a sword master, so if there are thousands of me, can we work together to kill the Dark Lord on the sky?" Ning Jiujiu asked softly.
Liu Xiwan didn't know how to answer, so she finally said yes firmly.
Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.
This sword also exhausted his strength. He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and fell downwards as he pleased.
He was extremely happy and didn't feel tired or afraid at all, because he knew that no matter when, someone would catch him below.