The thundercloud, as thick as a mountain, was squirming like childbirth. Rays of lightning that were either ball-shaped or dragon-python-like kept falling down, and the surrounding air was filled with hissing and vibrating electricity.
But Ning Jiujiu could not hear any sound. He was not sure whether his eardrums had been shattered or whether the sound was blocked by something.
It was Ning Jiujiu, who looked stupid and honest, who was the first to speak: "You must continue to be so kind to junior sister."
Ning Changjiu's lips were half-opened. He wanted to speak but felt his throat was hoarse and he couldn't speak.
He suddenly understood that his body was so light because two souls had left the body.
Those two souls are hidden in the deepest part of consciousness, in a mysterious state where three souls are in one body. However, this state is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Perhaps this is also the real reason for the thunder disaster.
The young man Ning took a long look in the direction of the temple and smiled slightly, "Take good care of your junior sister and live well."
That night, under the bite of the ghost, his soul had long been shattered into pieces. Now he finally managed to save it and sealed it in the depths of the sea of consciousness. Today, he was pulled by the thunder from that day and finally left his body.
It's just that his soul is too weak, and in the thunderous sky, the figure looks increasingly thin and transparent.
There was a loud bang.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly woke up.
"Senior brother...senior brother!"
She broke away from Lu Marry's arms and suddenly ran towards the outside of the house. The wind was like a knife. She jumped over the threshold and before she landed, she was pressed back again. The back of her head hit Lu Marry's chest. Lu Marry He hugged her and sighed pitifully.
"Sister Lu... help my senior brother." Ning Xiaoling grabbed the skirt of the woman in white and said with a choked voice.
Lu Marion patted her back gently, originally wanting to make her sleep peacefully again, but her hand hung between her brows for a moment, and finally she lowered her head and just sighed.
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The red umbrella in Zhao Xiang'er's hand has a very thin surface, but the ancient umbrella held up by hundreds of fine ribs also has great toughness. After all, it is a treasure of the imperial city. Even if it is corroded by thunder and fire, it will only be damaged by the umbrella. There were faint, water-stained marks left on the surface.
The wind kept whistling in my ears.
Zhao Xiang'er's footsteps became slower and slower, and the spiritual energy that protected her body gradually dwindled. The wind like a knife was carrying the energy of thunder and lightning, and the red rope that tied her hair was also frayed and broken, leaving her black hair Scattered, constantly stirring in the air, like seaweed in rushing water.
It was almost in the center of the thunderstorm, and the dazzling electric light had shone on her eyelids through the umbrella. Even though she was separated by the umbrella, she still felt that it was so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes.
Just when she wanted to move the umbrella and see clearly what was happening in the center of the thunderstorm, the powerful pressure weakened significantly.
The bent edge of the red umbrella began to rebound, and what passed over his cheek was no longer a lightning movie, but fragments of lightning like broken glass.
The huge roar also disappeared. The rapid transition from extremely noisy to quiet made her feel deaf for a moment, and the air around her seemed to have been sucked out completely.
She hesitated for a moment and moved the umbrella. As soon as she put it around her waist, she suddenly saw a shadow filling her field of vision - something had crashed down.
She subconsciously reached out her hand, her spiritual power surged, and she wanted to push away the fallen thing with her palm.
But just now, the retrograde thunder tribulation consumed her spiritual power equally. At this moment, the shadow fell unexpectedly, and the spiritual power she had hastily woven together was shattered.
Her wrist went numb, and the red umbrella fell to the ground. It was blown behind her by the unstoppable wind, and the figure bumped directly into her arms.
The girl snorted softly, and took a few steps back due to the impact of the impact. She still fell backward uncontrollably, but the handle of the red umbrella happened to touch her waist and the upward spine, preventing her from avoiding it. As she fell, her embroidered shoes were off the ground, but her toes were still stuck to the ground. She was leaning back, and her long hair fell straight down to the ground like a waterfall. Using the umbrella handle as a fulcrum, her back and waist-hip curved into an exaggerated shape. And a wonderful arc.
At this moment, the ash and thunder flakes were falling like snowflakes, like a dying firework.
After a brief blur of vision, Zhao Xiang'er saw clearly the figure that crashed into his arms.
It was a handsome but pale face. The young man who fell from the sky just now was the young man who fell unconscious after experiencing a thunderstorm.
Zhao Xiang'er's breathing was slightly stagnant. Growing up, the only playmates around her were the girls from the Qianyu Palace. The closest contact she had with a man may have been three years ago, when one versus eight people fought against each other in front of the Qianyu Palace. People fight so hard that they dare not fight anymore.
So at this moment, she wanted to push the young man in her arms away, and then carry him to his junior sister.
But the moment her hand touched his body, she saw huge sadness on his face. The boy had obviously passed out, but his eyelids and eyelashes were still trembling, and his teeth were trembling slightly, with a sticky Blood seeped out from between her lips and teeth and dripped onto her delicate collarbone, like a grain of cinnabar.
She looked at this face, and it was clear that she had only met him once, but for some reason, she always had the illusion of déjà vu.
Bright thunderflakes continued to fall, and the clouds in the dark sky gradually diluted in the wind.
So the scene continued eerily like this, with the red umbrella in full bloom falling to the ground, the umbrella handle supporting the girl's fallen body, and the girl holding a dying figure in her arms.
When the thunder light dissipated, Lu Marry came behind them and was very surprised to see this scene.
Surprisingly, Na Ning seems to be alive for a long time.
Ning Xiaoling was also surprised. She was surprised that the young highness, who seemed to be indifferent and ascetic, was hugging his senior brother like this, so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed...
No, why am I thinking about these things... Ning Xiaoling patted her head and ran over quickly, concerned about her senior brother's safety.
Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, slowly straightened her slender waist, grabbed the back of Ning Jiujiu's neck with one hand, and moved his unconscious face away from her slender right shoulder.
He was so heavy when he hit him, but now he was too light, as if all the water in his body had been evaporated.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the blood stains on her senior brother's body and the scorching marks caused by lightning, and opened her mouth. The words condensed in her throat, leaving only deep guilt.
Zhao Xiang'er gave her a somewhat unkind look and said, "Follow me into the palace."
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Ning Jiujiu knew that he was dreaming.
In the dream, he was walking on an extremely dark road, unable to see his fingers. Only a shining figure in front of him guided him.
That was my past life.
"Where are you taking me?" Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but ask.
The young man in the green robe did not speak, but walked forward unhurriedly.
On the dark road, pictures gradually appeared.
A man with messy Taoist robes and an angular face was carrying a long knife. He looked at the Taoist temple high on the cliff. He couldn't help stroking his hair on both sides and said: "From now on, you will be a disciple of this temple. Come, Second Senior Brother will take you to open your eyes."
Next to him, followed a little boy who was only four years old. The little boy timidly hid behind him, looking at the Taoist temple on the cliff with faint fear in his eyes.
On this day, under the leadership of his second senior brother, Ning Changjiu, who was only four years old, visited successively the eldest sister, who was pure and unparalleled in beauty, and the third senior brother, who was dressed in eye-catching red and looked like an elegant young master. He was petite and carried a weapon. In the box, there is the fourth senior sister with short and slightly messy hair, the fifth senior brother who is very easy-going and has a bright smile, and the sixth senior brother with silver hair and withdrawn personality.
Then it was up to me.
He is the last disciple in the temple.
On the day of entering the temple, Brother Six handed him the keys to the main entrance and the three main halls of the temple. From that day on, he was responsible for closing the door of the temple every night.
This is where it all begins.
The view is located on the mountainside. The mountains are so high that you can't see their tops. At the bottom of the mountains is a small town with only a few hundred people called Dahe Town.
After that, the scene changed very quickly. Ning Jiujiu watched himself getting bigger and bigger. He carved the list that his master asked his second senior brother to entrust to him on the wall, and crossed it out every once in a while.
Twelve years passed in the blink of an eye.
When he was sixteen years old, he sat on the edge of the cliff with his fifth senior brother and looked at the sea of clouds. The sea of clouds in the evening was dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun. A dim sunset ironed the orange edge and slowly sank into the earth.
He handed the marriage letter back to the second senior brother. The second senior brother sighed with regret, and then told him about the next twelve years of his life.
The picture is fleeting.
Twelve years later, the great road has been completed, and everyone is soaring.
The moon that night was white and huge, occupying almost half of the sky, as if it could be touched.
In Dahe Town, countless crimson lanterns slowly rose into the sky, burning like sparks.
There seems to be a heavenly gate opening in the big moon, and the holy light falling from the Immortal Palace can be vaguely seen. Under the splashing moonlight, headed by the senior sister in a green skirt, one after another figures rise from the ground, cut open the sky, and rise against the sky. go.
This was a night he would never forget.
Then he suddenly looked back. In the dim light, the door of the Taoist temple opened, and the shadow of the sword was like a raging river flowing through the three palaces. The strength of the sword and the burst of murderous intent were more powerful than the previous six ascended senior brothers and sisters combined.
In the tidal white light, the snow-white clothes floated like a cold palace lantern, and the extremely indifferent face carried a beauty that cannot be described in words.
It was the ultimate sword and the ultimate beauty, and even a single glance was thrilling.
So in that sword light, his heart was really frightened, his soul was really shaken, and the consciousness of life passed quickly. A pale golden shadow was forcefully pulled out of his body by her and cut off with a sword.
He fell off the cloud cliff.
After waking up, he was in a desolate world. The sky was dark and everything was dead. His body could hardly feel any weight, as if it could not be broken anymore. The thousands of stars in front of him were his only comfort.
He thought it was his tomb.
The gleaming figure stood in this deathly gray prison, looking around at the desolation around him, sighing softly.
Ning looked at him for a long time, and he recalled the past.
The years in this grave were the loneliest and longest years in his life, like a dream that would sink forever.
"That's it." The figure said softly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "If this is you, then who am I?"
That figure never looked back, "I am you, and that idiot little Taoist priest is you too. From now on, you are just you."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "Why are we being aggressive at this time? We are from a Taoist sect, not that monk."
The figure's joke was a little cold: "We are in a temple now, so we should do as the Romans do."
Ning Jiujiu remembered that he was still suffering from the calamity thunder at this moment, and that he was indeed in a temple.
He didn't know how to answer.
"This is our last appearance." The figure said.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
The figure turned back, his face was blurry, there was no smile anymore, and his expression was extremely serious: "To find Master... we must find her!"
Ning Jiujiu quickly asked: "How to find it? Where is this Taoist temple in the world? Where is the master now? After finding her... Will she see that I am not dead? Will she... "
The figure interrupted him and said: "You have calculated it many times over the years, and so have I. Neither of us can get the answer, but you must find her!"
Ning Jiujiu thought of the word "Master" and felt a sharp pain like a splitting in his chest. The heart-wrenching hallucination brought a bone-chilling coldness all over his body. He took a slight breath and touched the place where his innate spirit was originally hidden. Now that he is in the empty **** position, he said: "I can't avoid her, why do I still look for her?"
The figure's words were vague, like a sigh: "I don't know either, but I only know one thing. Master killed Ning Jiujiu, but Ning Jiujiu is still alive today. If you live, I am alive."
Ning Jiujiu still wanted to ask questions, but the figure became fainter and fainter. He continued: "Over the years, I have often seen a picture. It is an endless sea of dark stars, with dead stars hanging all over the sky. The stars, only a few of them still lit, tried to shine, as if they wanted to pass their flames to all the other dead stars.
"Dead star? What is that?" Ning asked for a long time.
"Death Star Realm." The figure replied: "But what's floating inside is not a star, but... a soul-eater."
"Spirit swallower?" Ning Jiujiu was shocked when he heard this term.
"Well, I often feel that this is what Master sees now."
"And we are the last stars."
His voice was too weak to be heard.
"That's all, take care of yourself..."
The light curtain shattered.
Thunder fell.
Ning Jiujiu saw that figure rising into the sky and rushing towards the thunder pond, while the other Ning Jiujiu's figure was so thin that it was almost unreal. He waved to himself and smiled slightly, like an idiot.
The world could not accommodate people with three souls, so they left and left themselves to themselves.
Ning Jiujiu trembled all over. He raised his head and looked at the sky. In the rich thunder pool, his figure in the previous life had condensed into a point, emitting light, like a bright star.
In the thick ink-like sea of clouds, the figure looked around at Jie Lei, with a faint smile on his face.
There was a soaring sword in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what to kill before it dissipated.
The first three realms of cultivating Taoism, entering the occult, attaining immortality, and longevity, have all been overcome...
Entering the purple courtyard, you reach the ninth floor in a blink of an eye, and then break again.
Observing the Five Heavenly Ways, at the peak in a blink of an eye, there are three realms mentioned above, and I have obtained their true meaning but cannot enter.
Five paths are enough.
A sword lit up in the sea of clouds. It was a real virtual sword. It had no light and no one could see it, but it carried a sharp edge that could rival anything else. It pushed forward constantly and chopped everything it touched.
The sound of thunder is muted, and the scorching light fades away.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head, his eyes trembling, the falling thunder fire had no lethality at all, and it looked like white snow when it fell beside him.
He witnessed the destruction of a star.
So the star's gravitational pull on him broke at this moment.
He was like a bird with broken wings, falling from the sky.
Consciousness sank to the bottom of the lake.
I do not know how long it has been.
When a dim light was turned on again in the sea of consciousness, the meager spiritual power was finally transmitted bit by bit into the limbs and bones. His eyelids trembled and he opened it with difficulty, and what he saw was a vaguely vermilion carved bed frame. And the veil is as white as mist.
Turning his gaze, in front of the desk, there was a vague figure of a young girl half-kneeling in front of the desk, flicking a piece of paper.
The elegant and flowing black hair, the straight and thin white neck and the soft curves were focused and scattered in the sight. After repeating it several times, I could barely see it clearly.
"Xiang... Xiang... Zhao..."
He judged the identity of the person, but at this moment, his head felt like it had been stirred by a needle, making him feel dizzy and stinging, and he couldn't remember it for a while.
"Xiang?" The girl turned around and smiled: "What? Do I smell good?"