"What do you want to say?" Ning asked for a long time.
Ning Xiaoling stared at him seriously and said, "Senior brother, are you a little nervous now?"
Ning Jiujiu was slightly disturbed, but quickly calmed down and said with a smile: "How could it be? Junior sister, please don't show off."
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and hesitated for a while, then hesitantly said: "Senior brother... I suddenly feel like I can feel your emotions recently."
Ning was stunned for a long time, and soon understood. From that day, when he picked out the four words "forever to be united" from the marriage certificate as their anchor point, their spirits and emotions were connected with each other, and there was something subtle about it. Impact.
But for some reason, Ning Xiaoling could sense that his emotions were always relatively dull, and while Ning Xiaoling was obviously more detached, her emotions for Ning Jiujiu were even more blurry than seeing flowers through a fog.
Of course, he will definitely not admit this matter. If he admits it, he will have the illusion of being naked in front of his junior sister. What's more, the marriage letter is from Zhao Xianger, and he is good at using it. Word, Zhao Xiang'er doesn't know about this yet...
Ning Jiujiu took advantage of the situation and asked: "Feeling emotions? What do you mean?"
Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said: "For example, after I woke up that day, you asked me where the master's money was hidden. After I said it, I could truly feel your happiness... You and Sister Xiang'er When they were bickering, they seemed quite happy. When they were saying goodbye, they seemed quite happy. When they went up to Tianku Peak, when you looked at the clouds and mist, you seemed a little sad, but when you told Sister Lu what was wrong with the sect rules, It seems like I’m happy again…”
The more Ning Changjiu listened, the more frightened he became, but when he thought that she could sense his emotions, he quickly soothed his heart with the Heart-Cleaning Mantra and remained calm. He smiled and said seriously: "Of course this is impossible, then Zhao Xiang'er My senior brother and I are opponents of a three-year agreement. When I quarreled with her, I was very upset. How could I be happy? Junior sister, are you influenced by the demon fox? Your mind is still a little messed up."
Ning Xiaoling grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, frowned, and shrank slightly. She thought for a while and said, "But I really feel it. Doesn't senior brother feel it?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and asked: "Then tell me, senior brother, what is my mood now?"
Ning Xiaoling looked at him steadily, pondered for a while, and finally shook her head and said, "I don't know."
Ning Changjiu sneered in his heart, I have been cultivating my mind for more than 20 years and am still afraid of you, a little girl
"Look, maybe it's an illusion. Don't think too much about it in the future. Just practice with peace of mind."
In the future, after the junior sister begins to practice formally, the time he spends in contact with the junior sister will definitely become less and less, and the influence of the four words "forever united" should also gradually weaken over time!
Ning Xiaoling's eyes suddenly lit up, her neck moved like a sparrow, and she said, "Senior brother, are you very happy now?"
Ning Changjiu's body tightened slightly, and his expression almost stopped. He immediately calmed down his heart again, and said without changing his expression: "Why should I be happy? Junior sister, please go back to your room and rest quickly. Practice well in the future. Don't delay. If If you have any questions about your practice, you can ask me, but in short, don’t worry me, senior brother.”
Ning Xiaoling puffed up her cheeks and looked at him suspiciously. Her soft hair that fell to her sides was swaying slightly in the night wind. She still refused to give up and asked, "Senior brother! Can you really not feel it?"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Go back quickly. If other disciples find out, Miss Lu will be in trouble."
Ning Xiaoling looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Senior brother, are you a little scared, a little angry, and a little helpless now?"
Ning Jiu couldn't bear it any longer, raised his hand, frowned and said, "Are you asking for a beating?"
Ning Xiaoling immediately shut up and sneaked out of the room angrily.
Ning Jiujiu's hand slowly lowered, his sleeves swaying slightly.
"This cold wind is making my head hurt. I told you not to choose a room facing the southeast, silly junior sister." He complained rarely, stretched out his hand, closed the window with a bang, walked to the couch and lay down. Go up and sigh.
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In the early morning, when Ning Changjiu opened the window again, the mountains and rivers outside were covered with a layer of fine white snow.
The night snow fell silently.
He sat quietly by the window and adjusted his breath for a moment, feeling the spiritual energy flowing through his body. If everyone's spiritual veins were like countless streams, then his spiritual veins were extremely narrow, and the Zifu Qi Sea was like a stream. A huge heart that supplies blood transports spiritual energy to various parts of the body along the spiritual veins. The number and width of the spiritual veins directly lead to the efficiency of spiritual energy transportation.
As for this problem of innate qualifications, diligent practice can improve it, but it is ultimately limited.
At this moment, Ning Changjiu's physical problems are even bigger. Many of his original spiritual veins are no longer narrow, but are like a mess, entangled and blocked. Days of running around the imperial city and various injuries have aggravated the physical problems. question.
If an ordinary person had such a body, he would be happy at first because he could practice cultivation, but soon he would feel sad because the path is hopeless.
But Ning would never think so for a long time.
Because he was sure at this moment that the body he had now was the same one he had in his previous life.
He was sure that there was excellent jade hidden under the weathered stone, but he could not find the knife to split the hard stone layer yet.
And how did you do it in your previous life when you were in a state of invisibility
He couldn't remember the key.
Ning Jiujiu adjusted his breath for a moment, feeling slightly confused. Then there was a knock on the door. Ning Jiujiu turned around and saw Ning Xiaoling, who had put on a brand new sword attire, waving to him.
"Senior brother, these are new clothes. They are much more comfortable than the robes we had before."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Junior sister is becoming more and more lovely. I think that in a few years, Tianku Peak will have another little sword fairy."
"Senior brother is telling lies again." Ning Xiaoling's pretty face turned red, then she waved her hand and said, "Senior brother, I'm going to class then!"
Ning Jiujiu waved to her.
Ning Xiaoling closed the door and saw several doors opening in the corridor. Several inner disciples walked out and looked at Ning Xiaoling in unison, and then glanced at the room in front of her with slightly strange expressions.
Ning Xiaoling was not used to being stared at by so many strangers. She almost opened the door and hid in, but she stretched out her hand, but still retracted it. She pretended not to see everyone's eyes, turned and walked away.
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In this mountain peak, it is almost difficult to see the gravel rock mass, and most of them are wooden rooms and partitions. Many times, people inside will only feel that they are in a wing of an ordinary wealthy family. You will think that this is actually the inside of a majestic and towering mountain.
Ning Xiaoling walked up the stairs anxiously. There was no one walking with her, and she always felt that something was missing.
At the end of the stairs, the light fell on her face. She clenched her fists and walked into the morning sun at Tianku Peak.
The winter wind is blowing cold, the snow reflects the morning light, and the fairy peak seems to be covered with thousands of golden awns, which are dazzling.
Outside the gate of the sword hall, the old man who was looking after the disciples' name tags was sweeping the snow with a broom. In the sword hall, Lu Jianjing's crown and hairpin were straight, her hair was like a waterfall, and she was wearing a brand-new sword robe, outlines her slim figure, the morning light filtered through The wooden lattice window was divided into thousands of pieces and fell on her clothes. Ning Xiaoling came to the door early and saw this scene. The face she caught a glimpse of seemed to be better than the new winter in Tianku Peak. snow color.
It's a pity that senior brother didn't see it.
She thought sadly.
Today, Ning Xiaoling was the first one to arrive. Following Lu Marian's signal, she found a seat closer to the side and sat down. The bookcases were all made of fine wood with beautiful wood grains, warm and beautiful, and were stacked with Several books of different thicknesses.
Every book is a treasure that cannot be seen in the human world.
One after another, people walked into the sword hall. They all bowed to Lu Marry and then sat down. Lu Marry just nodded, coldly, with the cold temperament of a leader of a lineage.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the sword hall carefully.
Although she had never attended a private school, she always felt that it was no different from private schools here except that it was more open.
In front of Lu Marian is a dark book desk, and a straight wooden ruler is placed on the desk.
Behind Lu Marian, there are three huge screens. The screens are covered with a layer of black gauze. Behind the gauze, there are three pictures of slaying demons. The first one shows a man riding an elephant to kill a snake demon. The second picture shows a group of immortals entering the sea to hunt down a monster with a human face and a dragon body. The third picture shows Ten Thousand Swords rising into the sky to kill a great demon with nine heads and spitting ice and fire from its mouth.
The three volumes of screens are all ink-colored and atmospheric, and the characters in them are exquisitely drawn, making them unforgettable at a glance. The sword spirit in the gold sand painting has an oncoming edge, which is both real and illusory.
Ning Xiaoling vaguely felt that the characters in the three volumes of screens seemed to contain certain sword moves, but at the moment she could only vaguely feel the outline.
She couldn't see clearly behind the screen, but she could vaguely see a circular bookshelf with countless bamboo slips and ancient scrolls on it.
She looked around silently, trying to distract herself by observing everything around her, but she still felt uneasy. This was the uncontrollable rumbling of the wind when she was in a strange new environment.
Zheng!
Suddenly there was a sword cry.
Ning Xiaoling looked shocked.
I saw Lu Yuanwei flicking the wooden ruler with her fingers, and it made a clear sound like the sound of a sword.
At the same time, the copper bells hanging at the four corners of the sword hall were also shaken, and the sound of jingling bells could be heard clearly throughout the top of the Tianku Peak.
It turns out that this wooden ruler transmits sound...
Ning Xiaoling was thinking this when she saw a little girl running in panting from the side door. She heard the bell and her face turned pale.
Ning Xiaoling thought about it, this little senior sister seemed to be called... Lerou
Lu Marion gave her a cold look, and the little girl named Lerou reluctantly walked to the desk and stretched out her hand.
Lu Marian picked up the wooden ruler and slapped it five times in a row. The little girl's soft and pink palms instantly turned red.
"If you're late next time, double the amount." Lu Marian said sternly.
Lerou rubbed her little hands, nodded obediently, and returned to the table to sit down.
Ning Xiaoling immediately looked away from the ruler.
It turns out that marrying my sister is so cruel...
After a moment of calm, Lu Jiaojian's cold voice sounded: "Open the book and read the Sword Classic."
I saw the disciples around me sitting upright and looking solemn. They took the first book on the table, opened it, and read it.
Ning Xiaoling's heart skipped a beat. She followed their example, took the Sword Book, and spread it out in front of her.
The disciple next to her saw her expression turned ugly, and just thought that since she came halfway, she must have fallen behind a lot, but after all, the master accepted her as an inner sect, so she must be very talented, and she would be able to catch up soon.
Lu Marian also noticed her bad expression, smiled and comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will personally teach you the Sword Sutra later, so that you can catch up with the senior brothers and sisters early."
Ning Xiaoling raised her head and said with a sad face, "Master, I... can't read."