Ye Changong could no longer remember the first time he broke away from the gray soil and looked at the blue planet.
At that time, she couldn't see too far, but she could sense that there should be creatures running around and birds flying on the star wrapped in the atmosphere. This feeling was very strange. Logically speaking, she had no concept of life at that time.
After that, there is a view that lasts for thousands of years.
Without gentle wind and dew, laurel grows in the harsh climate.
She had been watching the moon for thousands of years. Before she could set her sights on the blue star, she didn't know what she was looking at. That was her long infancy, when her consciousness was as vague as that of a baby.
In her mind, loneliness seems to be something inherent in life.
On the last day of October, Ye Changong sat on the ancient Lingzong's iron cable bridge with her skirt fluttering, her calves wrapped in white cotton socks swaying in the wind. She raised her head and looked at the sky, involuntarily recalling her long life.
It was such a wonderful fate that she had arrived in a world she had looked at for thousands of years, but she did not feel alienated from being in a foreign land.
Ning sat beside her for a long time, and the two of them looked at the stars on the chain bridge together.
In the days after returning from Xuhai, Ye Changong hugged Jinwu most of the time, but her cold syndrome did not improve at all, and she was still cold no matter how many clothes she wore.
During the day, Ye Changong spent most of the time curled up on the bed and sleeping.
Everyone was worried about her safety, but she just said that this was Moon's living habit and there was no need to worry.
But no one knew that although she had the authority to dream, she could never dream when she slept. It was painful, but she could also find some peace in these pale hours of sleep.
Many times, after Ye Changong woke up, he found himself holding soft pillows in his arms.
She thought that another woman had stuffed it into her arms, but after asking, she said that she had accidentally held it.
It's really strange, I don't even know how to dream, so why do I have such subconscious actions
She didn't think much of it.
She was still like the shadow of the moon, and the gentle breeze could not lift her hair.
Ye Changong knew that if one day his hair was blown up by the wind, it would mean that his connection with the moon would be completely severed.
"The world is spinning." Ye Changong said.
"What?" Ning Jiujiu withdrew his gaze from the galaxy and looked at the girl beside him.
Ye Changong shook her head gently. She pressed her forehead with her fingers and said, "It's nothing. I remembered some things from the past."
"Master, have a good rest." Ning Jiujiu took off his coat and put it on her body.
Ye Changong hummed and asked, "How has your practice been lately?"
Ning Changjiu said: "The repairs of the Golden Crow Kingdom have almost been completed. In three days, Si Ming and Marry can take over together."
Ye Changong nodded, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
After the construction of the Golden Crow Kingdom was completed, he truly had the ability to compete with the Kingdom of God in the human world, and even declare war on existences in higher places.
In the end, as long as the death of the Sword Master is confirmed, the threat to the entire human world will be basically eliminated.
"By the way, what are the fragments of consciousness floating on the Nanming Sea? I have seen similar things in the ruins of the corpse tower. Does Master know its origin?" Ning Jiujiu talked about it again.
They had briefly discussed this matter after coming out of Xuhai. Tonight, Ning Jiujiu asked again.
"The solitary city is high and far away, and the sacred bones are buried there. The North is mysterious and clear, and Kunpeng is accompanying it. At the end of the Yun Kingdom, the king's pillar has sunk. In the tomb of Guhuang, the blue dragon has his head cut off... "
Ye Changong read this passage slowly, and the night clouds floating in the sky reacted and transformed into a five-clawed dragon.
"Is it really Zhulong?" Ning Jiujiu looked at the distant cloud and asked softly.
Ye Changong said: "Zhulong died in the battle between the gods at the beginning of time. He was destined to die. We at that time witnessed it."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are these fragments of consciousness left behind by it before it died? What does it want to guide us?"
Those broken fragments of consciousness were buried deep in the earth's crust. If it weren't for Juggernaut and Tianji, it would have been impossible for the ruins of the corpse tower and the fragments of Nanming's consciousness to see the light of day again.
"I'm not sure either." Ye Changong said: "There are still many unsolved legends in this world, such as the four elephants slaying the dragon in the 81st city of Middle-Earth and the 'worship the golden dragon and you will live'. No one knows Where do they come from... Maybe someone in the past spied on some secrets and didn't dare to tell them directly, so they passed them down through nursery rhymes or legends."
Ning Jiujiu nodded. These legends may be like evil stories, they all hide what they want to express under the skin of the story.
"The ruins of Guyun City's Skeleton Tower, Beiming, Yunguo, Guhuang, and Nanming are all the former residences of ancient dragons. Without exception, there are legends about Zhulong's burial. However, different places have different opinions. Zhulong No one knows where he is buried specifically," Ning Jiujiu said.
"The Kingdom of Yun is close to Beiming. It was once a fairy kingdom on a sea of clouds. Later, the clouds were blown away by the wind. The fairy kingdom collapsed together with the Dragon-draping Pillar, and no ruins were left." Ye Changong talked about the past.
"What about Gu Huang?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"The ancient Huanghuang is in the northwest, near the Divine Painting Building." Ye Changong said: "I originally wanted to take a look, but the bronze divine horse came faster than expected, so I was delayed. Maybe there is really something hidden there. What a secret."
Ning Jiujiu said: "If there is really a secret, Third Senior Brother has been in the Shenhua Building for so long, he must have discovered it by now, right?"
"Not necessarily... In fact, these are not important anymore." Ye Changong said: "The yin fire of Zhulong has been extinguished long ago, and there is no hope of resurrection. It may be useful for us to figure out what it wants to express, but we should not disrupt the original content. plan of."
"Yes, I know." Ning Chang responded.
At the beginning, most of the ancient gods were dragons, and their numbers were so huge. They had gone through several catastrophes, but they were already on the verge of extinction.
Ye Changong said a lot tonight, and her already weak body coughed slightly. On the iron rope across the lake, her figure became even more subtle, giving people the illusion that she was about to fall down at any time.
Ning Jiujiu held her gently, like holding a flower blown by the wind.
On the iron cable bridge, it was difficult for the delicate girl to sit firmly. She grabbed the iron cable, lightly crossed one leg over the long cable, and sat sideways with her whole body until she was stable.
Her posture looked a little strange.
If the chain was a horse, then she would be riding on it.
She grabbed the iron chain with both hands, raised her head and looked at Ning Changjiu, and said, "This is the last day of October."
For some reason, Ning Jiujiu didn't dare to look directly at her face. He said calmly: "Yes, the next month will be Yuan Junyue. In the battle of Nanming, Tianji suffered a lot of damage and is still recovering, but secretly If the Lord insists on killing us and burning the original king’s star, I’m afraid it will be very troublesome.”
Ye Changong was silent for a while and just said: "Now you should not think too much about things other than the Dark Lord."
Saying this, the girl stood up holding on to the iron chain, turned around and walked towards the direction of Jiuyou Palace.
The girl's hair is quiet, but her black skirt floats slightly. The contrast between the big red bow and her slender waist is sharp and exaggerated.
She walked on thin ice, like a little girl who had just learned to walk.
Ning Jiujiu carefully protected him behind him.
When I arrived in front of Jiuyou Hall, the night wind blew by, and many slender petals were blown by the wind. It is a flower that blooms in autumn. Now the weather is getting colder and colder, and it will be killed by the cold wind.
Ye Changong stopped when she passed a flower tree. She stretched out her hand and broke off two flowers that were still intact.
Ning Jiujiu thought she was Lianxiang.
But she turned around slightly, stood on tiptoes, and with difficulty put a flower on his collar.
Ning Jiujiu was puzzled. He looked into the girl's eyes and heard her say coldly: "Happy birthday."
Ning was stunned for a long time. He stared at the girl's eyes. The fragrance of flowers was still lingering on the tip of his nose. In an instant, those eyes seemed to swallow up the stars in the sky. Apart from that, he could not see anything.
He could no longer remember his birthday.
When he came back to his senses, Ye Changong had already reached the edge of the cliff and gently threw another flower towards the west.
"Happy birthday."
This sentence was said to Zhao Xianger.
In this life, they were born on the same day.
"When is Master's birthday?" Ning Changjiu asked immediately.
"I..." Ye Changong shook his head gently: "I don't remember."
…
When Ning Jiujiu returned to the main hall, he saw Siming cooking noodles.
There was something in his heart, thinking that everyone except him remembered his birthday. Just when he was about to say something heartfelt, he saw Lu Marry and Si Ming each having a bowl and eating together.
“…”
Only then did Ning Jiujiu remember that he had never told them about his birthday.
October passed peacefully.
November is already late autumn, and the world is as desolate as a poem written by Jiuyou.
This was a rare peaceful day, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and nothing unnecessary happened.
Ning Jiujiu spent a lot of time every day practicing hard, trying to make the Kingdom of God close to the scale of the past. Lu Jiaojie and Si Ming also took turns entering the Kingdom of God, adapting to this brand-new kingdom with him, and then passing on its power.
Zhao Xiang'er already has three thousand worlds, so this past Xihe Temple will be inherited by Siming, and Lu Jianjie will also become the owner of the original Eighty-one Immortal Swords. When the time is right, she will scatter the rest among All the ownerless fairy swords in the world have been taken back.
In addition to cultivating Taoism, Ning Changjiu would accompany Xiaoling to visit the Kingdom of the Underworld and the Sea of Reincarnation, or sit with Xiaoli in the red building and look out at the light outside. Shao Xiaoli was very diligent and got up very early every day. The first thing he did was Tear up yesterday's calendar for Master.
Ning Jiujiu felt that she was reminding him of something.
Hmm... It should mean that every day is a new day.
Of course, in addition to talking to his master, he spent most of his time with Siming.
He claimed to teach the inner sect of the Hehuan Sect. Whenever this happened, he would release Liu Xiwan's lucid state and let her practice swordsmanship with Lu Marry. Liu Xiwan was puzzled by Ning Jiujiu's behavior and thought to herself. Wouldn't it be better to have one more person
Shao Xiaoli also complained about this because her box was confiscated by Ning Changjiu and has not been returned to her.
Ye Changong was always like that, even if she put on cute clothes, she still looked deserted inside, like a girl pretending to be an adult.
On November 3rd, at dusk, Ye Changong woke up from her sleep. She put on her small shoes and walked to the big mirror in the Hades Hall. Jiuyou helped to pack her clothes. Ning Xiaoling was also about to endure the night. A good warming concoction is brought.
Ye Changong knew that the soup made from these precious medicinal materials did not have much effect, but he still drank it obediently.
She pursed her lips and returned the porcelain bowl and spoon politely.
"How is Master feeling today?" Ning Xiaoling sat next to her and asked worriedly.
Ye Changong said: "It's the same every day."
After finishing speaking, she added: "But after drinking the medicinal soup for a long time, I will feel better."
Ning Xiaoling smiled. After packing up the remaining medicine, she returned to Ye Chan Palace and talked to her.
"What's the problem today?" Ye Changong took the handkerchief and gently wiped the concoction on his lips.
Ning Xiaoling whispered: "Can I ask what kind of person Xiao Li was in his previous life?"
Ye Changong said: "Why do you ask this?"
Ning Xiaoling spoke righteously: "Sooner or later, Xiaoli will have to pass through the door of our Ning family. I have to help my senior brother to check in."
Ye Changong smiled faintly and said, "Compared with this, you probably want to leave the Kingdom of Hades and stay with him, right?"
Ning Xiaoling said in surprise: "Although Master has great supernatural powers, he cannot peek into people's thoughts."
Ye Changong looked at her and said softly: "Xiao Ling's thoughts are already written in her eyes. Anyone who is not stupid can see it."
Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled and said to herself: "Is... is it so obvious?"
Jiuyou on the side was confused. She stared at Ning Xiaoling's eyes for a while and murmured: "What are you thinking? You can't tell at all..."
Ye Changong smiled faintly.
Ning Xiaoling covered her eyes and ran out.
As the glow faded and the night fell again, Ye Changong glanced at the calendar placed on the table. After a brief guess, he knew that Si Ming and Lu Jiaojiao had begun to truly integrate into Ning Changjiu's Kingdom of God.
When she thought of the statue of Xi He being moved out, the halo in her eyes moved involuntarily.
But that's all.
Ye Changong sat at the table for a while.
She felt that she was getting colder and colder, and that kind of coldness could not be suppressed by soup or medicine.
The sleepiness came again.
Ye Changong swayed, vaguely feeling that it might take a long time to wake up after falling asleep this time.
Just when she put her arms on the table and her cheek was about to rest on the back of her hands, she felt awake again.
Ye Changong was stunned for a while, vaguely guessed what happened, and immediately walked out of the palace.
…
"What will this temple be called in the future?"
In the Golden Crow Throne, Ning Changjiu and Siming were still discussing whether to call it the Snow Porcelain Palace or the Siming Palace.
Ning Jiujiu insisted on calling her Xue Ci, but Si Ming disliked the word "Xue Ci" being too soft for the name of a temple, so he insisted on calling her Siming.
"By the way, where did you throw the statue of Xihe?" Siming asked.
"Of course it will be placed in the center of the Kingdom of God as a statue of the goddess who governs the country." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Humph, you said before that you would completely renovate the temple for me, but it turned out to be a lie." Siming sighed, looked around, and found that the temple had not changed at all except for the missing Xihe statue.
The Xihe statue was moved to the center of the Kingdom of God, and its status seemed to be more respected, which made Siming a little unhappy.
Of course, she was just talking about smashing the statues. If she really forced Ning Jiujiu to do it, she might become a widow next time she saw Zhao Xiang'er.
"Liar!" Siming snorted again.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How do you want to renovate it? Otherwise, we will replace this throne with a golden cross?"
Siming's pupils shrank, and the picture immediately appeared in her mind. Then she bit her lips, and her long hair turned into a pleasant red visibly.
Ning was stunned for a long time and said, "Do you really want to change?"
Siming's ice eyes glared at him fiercely, and his fist was waved up, "It's your turn!"
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand to parry, but he only dared to defend, "Isn't it what you like?"
"What do I like about it?"
"your hair… "
"There's something wrong with Xihe's hair cream! It, it slandered me!"
"How can it be… "
"How is it impossible? Do you believe Xihe or me?"
"I believe you… "
Ning Jiujiu quickly surrendered.
Only then did Si Ming stop his hand with great enthusiasm and said calmly: "In the future, you must never talk about this kind of topic in front of others. Do you understand?"
In the end, Siming made the decision to name this palace the Snow Porcelain Palace.
In less than ten days, she can completely complete the integration with the temple and become its master.
In the past, she never thought that she would become a priest of the Kingdom of God again in this way.
The two of them were planning their future battle plan. Suddenly, Ning Jiujiu raised his head and looked to the sky.
There was a strange feeling in his heart, as if a line that had been disconnected for a long time was gently connected again.
Siming felt the same way.
They looked at each other and immediately left the Golden Crow Kingdom and rushed outside the Jiuyou Palace.
Ye Changong was standing at the door of Jiuyou Palace, looking up at the night sky.
They walked gently to Ye Chan Palace, separated to the left and right, and looked towards the sky together.
"what is that… "
Ning looked at a bright spot in the sky for a long time. The spot was larger than an ordinary star, and it was more like a fragment with uneven edges.
Siming immediately thought about the worst: "Is the sky breaking? Could it be that the dark sun is coming early?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "No, it's not like..."
"Did a star explode?" Siming became even more confused.
Ye Changong shook her head slightly. She looked up at the starry sky and said, "That's the moon."
…
"The moon?" Siming stared at the patch of light and wondered, "How could the moon..."
Ning Jiujiu finally understood.
The moon was obscured, not disappeared. The dust on the phoenix star could not block the light forever. Now that Tianji and Juggernaut failed one after another, those obstructions other than the moon prison may not be able to support it.
Of course, the most important thing is that someone should insist on cleaning the dust every day.
"Thank you for your hard work, fifth senior brother." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ye Changong nodded and said: "Lao Wu is just focused on cleaning up the dust, so the matter of the sky monument should be put on hold."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Things have priorities. In our hearts, your safety is the most important."
Ye Changong stretched out his hand, as if catching a beam of moonlight.
Her pale cheeks finally gained some soft color.
"Thank you." Ye Changong said softly.
She held the beam of moonlight, crushed it, and sprinkled it on her head like a goddess scattering flowers.
This is the power of dreams.
The moonlight reappeared, and she once again grasped a little bit of power.
Everyone slept well that night.
In the dream, they returned to the Invisible Land.
The beauty in the dream still looks like the warmth of spring.
In the inner courtyard, Si Ming and Lu Jianjiao were arguing about who was the senior sister. Ning Jiujiu and Zhao Xiang'er were sitting by the stream. Their fingers touched lightly. It was obviously a beautiful scene. Ning Jiujiu But I can always feel a vague killing intent.
"Xian'er, long time no see." Ning Jiujiu said.
"You didn't see me, but I see you every day." Zhao Xianger said quietly.
"Um... what did you see?" Ning Jiujiu panicked.
"Guess what?" Zhao Xianger narrowed her eyes like a kitten and smiled.
Ning Jiujiu felt a chill down his spine and remained silent with a guilty conscience.
Zhao Xiang'er casually threw a stone into the stream: "Being able to enter the dreamland again means that the master's power is recovering, right?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "The moon is showing a little, which at least ensures that Master's life is safe."
"Well." Zhao Xiang'er asked, "When will you come to the West Country?"
"Um?"
"What I mean is that your two senior brothers and sisters are both in the Western Kingdom. They miss you very much, so I asked for them." Zhao Xianger said casually.
"The plan between Master and I is to go to the Shinhwa Tower first. After the trip to the Divine Painting Tower is over, I will immediately come to the Western Kingdom to find you... well, to find my senior brother and sister." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Why go to the Shenhua Building?" Zhao Xianger asked.
"You must have seen the fragments of consciousness in Nanming Sea, right?" Ning Jiujiu said: "The Sword Master should have sensed those fragments at that time. He would appear in Nanming, and maybe it was also related to the fragments in the ruins of the wreck tower. The fragments. He has already visited the rest of the places, and the last ancient ruins are near the Divine Painting Building. I guess if the Sword Master is still alive, he will go there."
"Going to look for Zhulong?" Zhao Xiang'er shook his head slightly and said, "Zhulong is already dead."
Ning Jiujiu said: "But this is the last glimmer of hope for Ke Wenzhou, so he should go."
"Then you should be careful. If they are beaten too badly, they will be sad." Zhao Xianger looked behind her. Lu Marian and Si Ming were still arguing without the consciousness of a fairy or a goddess. During the fight, their clothes Stained with broken grass.
"Be careful and wait for me to come." Ning Jiujiu said briefly but firmly.
"Well, there is a boundary monument outside the Western Kingdom. After passing the boundary monument, you will reach the territory of Three Thousand Worlds. When you arrive, I will look for you." Zhao Xiang'er said with a clear voice.
This sentence also fell into Siming's ears... Well, when you go to the Western Kingdom in the future, you must not cross that boundary monument.
Siming had some calculations in his mind.
Outside the courtyard door, there was another knock on the door.
The knock on the door was soft and discreet.
"Xiao Ling and Xiao Li are here." Ning Jiujiu said: "Xian'er... haven't met Xiao Li yet, right?"
"I've seen it before." Zhao Xiang'er said lightly: "Didn't you still bask in the sun together?"
Ning Jiujiu looked at her in shock and asked, "Have you stopped practicing on weekdays?"
Zhao Xiang'er pursed her thin lips and said, "Isn't cultivating the mind not just cultivation?"
Lu Yueyou walked around the big tree to open the door.
The door opened, and Ning Xiaoling and Shao Xiaoli cautiously looked inside.
Then, Ning Xiaoling sat up from the bed.
The moon only showed less than one-twentieth of its light spots, and Ye Changong constructed the dream just to test the completeness of the dream.
Just now, the power of the dream could not hold up and collapsed unexpectedly.
Ning Xiaoling hugged her knees and had a headache.
Wearing her pajamas and nightgown, she slowly walked to the throne, sat down gently, and raised her head leisurely.
Her consciousness connected with the Sea of Reincarnation and she saw the moonlight spots outside.
Vaguely, she knew that her senior brother would be leaving again soon.
Every time I leave, it is unknown whether I will come back.
The girl couldn't help but feel a little sad.
The next day, when the senior brother came to the hall, she mustered up the courage to step forward, stretched out her hand and hit the senior brother on the head three times.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her in confusion.
Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "Don't forget!"
The two of them were of the same mind, and he quickly understood what Ning Xiaoling meant.
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the Hades Palace was empty.
When Ning Jiujiu walked into the hall, he saw a figure with his back to him. The figure was beautiful and charming, and she was wearing Lu Marry's clothes.