Ning Jiujiu asked: "Wouldn't this break the sect rules?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "It's okay. Master said it. Anyway, the talents of the senior fellow disciples are mediocre. Those inner disciples all have their own eyesight. How can they be jealous of an outer disciple?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I always feel bad."
Ning Xiaoling said in surprise: "Senior brother, are you shy? For example, you feel embarrassed or something... Senior brother, although you are mediocre now, I always believe that you will become particularly powerful in the future."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently: "I don't care about other people's eyes."
Ning Xiaoling said: "That would be even better. You just need to sit next to me and tell me the contents of the book. Everyone will read it out loud, so it won't make any noise."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Isn't it okay to let Lu Marry marry you?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Master has been teaching me for half a month. She is the master of the peak. She talks to me alone every day. It is inevitable that there will be some strange sounds. Some people say that I am pretending to be illiterate and I still use They deliberately tested me with some words, asking me if I recognized them or something."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "What words should I use to test you?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "I only know the first three words, the first three are 'senior brother is', the last one is a bit troublesome, I will write it for you..."
As she said that, the girl picked up the pen and started writing without scruples. Finally, she drew the character crookedly. Then, to prove that she had learned well these days, she also added in the first three characters.
Ning looked at those four words for a long time and sighed.
On the rice paper, it was written clearly and crookedly: "Senior brother is a pig."
Ning Xiaoling raised her head and asked curiously: "Senior brother, what are you reading this?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Who wrote these four words to you?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "A senior fellow student from the same school, I think his name is Yun Ze..."
Ning Jiujiu silently memorized this person's name and said, "Junior sister is really as stupid as a pig. I taught you this word before, have you forgotten?"
"Um... have you ever been taught? I have no impression at all." Ning Xiaoling was rarely scolded and was a little confused.
She knocked on her head and said: "So, senior brother, are you going to go or not? The sword hall is actually quite interesting, especially the swordsmanship class taught by Sister Marry herself. Several senior brothers and sisters are very good at flying swords." , the most powerful one is said to be a senior brother named Nan Cheng, who attained immortality at the age of nineteen. Unfortunately, he was in seclusion and could not get a glimpse of it... "
Ning Changjiu suddenly thought of Lu Yuanbai, who was a generation older but still in the middle realm of immortality, and sighed silently.
Ning Xiaoling continued: "But, I heard that the most powerful disciples of this generation are the top disciples of Shouxiao Peak. At the age of seventeen, they have already become immortals and become telephotographers. Their talents are as good as those of Sister Marry. By the way, Xuanri Peak and Huiyang The peak masters are a brother and sister. I heard that their innate spirits are all mutilated tigers, one has no eyes and the other has no tail... "
Ning Xiaoling rambled for a while and asked, "Senior brother, are you going to go tomorrow or not?"
Ning closed his eyes for a long time to rest, and said calmly: "I won't go."
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In the early morning, Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat down next to Ning Xiaoling.
He leaned back in his chair, ignoring the strange looks cast on him, looking at the Sword Sutra formulas stacked on Ning Xiaoling's desk, and sighed.
"Where did our master tell you?" Ning Jiujiu asked weakly.
Ning Xiaoling opened the book with great interest, opened it to a certain page, and handed it to him. Ning read it briefly for a long time, and gradually frowned.
Ning Xiaoling noticed something and asked softly: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "It's okay."
Lu Marian walked to the case and said in a soft voice: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Thank you Master, there is nothing I don't understand."
Hearing that call of "Master", Lu Marry felt slightly strange for some reason. Her face remained calm, she just nodded indifferently, turned around and left without asking any questions, just like an ordinary disciple.
"The heart of the sword is firm and cautious, guarded and independent. The sword energy has eight potentials... Its shape is like a flying dragon returning to the sun, and its meaning is like a crane flying over clouds and rivers..."
Ning Jiujiu spoke softly and read the words in the Sword Scripture with Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling nodded from time to time and asked softly when he encountered something he didn't understand. Ning Jiujiu answered each one.
This scene was a different scene in the eyes of other disciples in the sword hall.
Their impression of Ning Jiujiu was only from the side in front of the mountain gate. They thought he was a handsome young man. Even if they saw him by chance, it was in the bookstore of the inner peak. However, because Ning Jiujiu wanted his teacher sister to be literate, other disciples The time when he entered the study pavilion was staggered, and the meeting was only a brief glance.
Ning Jiujiu never paid attention to the people around him, and his expression was so calm that it was almost false. Therefore, when many people talked in private, they felt that he was just pretending to avoid the embarrassment of his presence at Tianku Peak.
The contents of the Sword Classic are mostly large and general things, which are used to understand the mind and form a picture. It’s not surprising that Ning Jiu can read it.
Even his disciples who were closer would deliberately listen to what Ning Jiujiu said to see if there were any errors or omissions. However, after listening for a long time, no obvious errors were found.
They were just curious, and they didn't have much interest in this genius girl's senior brother.
After the morning class, all the disciples got up and walked towards the Sword Cloud Platform in the peak as usual.
Ning Jiujiu finished his duties, whispered a few words to Ning Xiaoling, then got up and walked towards Neifeng.
Lu Marry hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and called him.
"Wait a minute." Lu Jiaojiao said.
"What's the matter?" Ning asked for a long time.
Lu Marian asked: "What have you been doing these days?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Practice, read, teach Ning Xiaoling to write, um... talk to Lu Yuanbai?"
Lu Marry asked again: "How is your practice... going?"
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "It's not very good."
Lu Marian sighed: "Is there no progress in half a month?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I haven't found the crux yet."
Lu Marian asked: "Do you have any clues?"
"Not yet." Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said, "Thank you very much, Miss Lu, for your concern. Your disciples are still waiting for you."
Lu Marry looked at him deeply and said, "If something happens, you can ask Xiaoling to tell me. You don't have to hold on alone."
Ning Changjiu's heart warmed slightly, he bowed and said with a smile: "Yes."
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"Master seems to be talking to that person named Ning Changjiu."
"He must have said something wrong when he was teaching the Sword Sutra to his junior sister. Master was kind-hearted and didn't point it out on the spot. He reprimanded him afterwards."
"But it doesn't look like him... That young man looks good in temperament and demeanor, but his qualifications are really a pity."
"Don't follow Lerou's example. In terms of qualifications and appearance, our senior brother Nan Cheng is not beautiful in everything, so why should we pity an outsider."
"That's right. Senior Brother Nan Cheng doesn't know when he will be released from seclusion."
"Who knows, but when Senior Brother Nan Cheng comes out of seclusion, his cultivation level may be comparable to that of the great disciple of Shouxiao Peak."
"Is it really that powerful..."
Several disciples were talking in low voices, and when they saw Lu Yueyou turning around, they immediately dispersed in the direction of Yuntai Sword Field.
Ning stood outside the peak for a long time, looking at the rolling clouds on Tianku Peak and the sound of the cold wind whistling across the gap. He remained silent for a long time, then fluttered his white clothes and walked towards the inner peak.
The peak is quiet.
Ning Jiujiu walked toward the book pavilion in the inner peak as always.
Today, for some unknown reason, Lu Yuanbai didn't wait outside to laugh at him as usual. Ning Chang stopped outside the door and waited for a moment. When he saw that he was indeed not there, he walked into the bookstore alone.
The old man whom Lu Yuanbai called Uncle Yan Zhou was still lying on the long wooden table. An old book was pressed on his ancient yellow robe. The cover of the book was old and it looked like it was placed on the lower floor. A book on the basics of spiritual practice that has been read countless times.
Ning looked at him for a long time, feeling that strange feeling again - as if he would die today, but he would not die.
This feeling was very mysterious, and it was one of the reasons why he insisted on reading a book every day. He wanted to know when this old man would die.
Ning Jiujiu withdrew his gaze and walked into the sea of books. Today, he did not look at the titles of the books, but relied on his intuition to pull out one book after another.
It's just that his intuition is not very sensitive. These books are still ordinary and cannot provide him with any ideas.
Finally, when he was about to leave, he casually pulled out another book.
"Innate Spiritual Knowledge"
With an ordinary book title, he didn't expect much. He opened it and took a look. Then he thought of something and gradually frowned.
He took this book and came to the desk, and he rarely had the intention to read it seriously.
But as soon as he sat down, the resonance in his heart faded away.
His thoughts were slightly confused, but he heard Master Yan Zhou's uncle, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly speak to him.
"Why are you here so late today?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and replied softly: "I am a little late attending morning classes with my junior sister."
The old man raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said slowly: "You are not an inner disciple in your attire."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Well, my junior sister is extremely talented, and thanks to her influence, I am able to live here."
The old man nodded and said, "Do you know who I am?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Lu Yuanbai told me that your name is Yan Zhou."
The old man Yan Zhou chuckled softly: "You don't like to pretend to be stupid. Previously, many young people knew my identity and pretended not to know. They just treated me as an ordinary old man in the library and tried to get close to me. They wanted to use this to get me. An opportunity."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I am like a leaky bamboo basket now. I can't hold on to opportunities even if I ask for them. What's the use?"
Yan Zhou asked: "Since you know this, why do you still read so many books about Qihai Acupoints? What? Do you want to change this body into a door with the power of tomorrow?"
Ning Jiujiu wondered: "How do seniors know that I am reading these books?"
Yan Zhou sneered and said: "I have no time to care about you, but I have been here for decades, and every book here has some connection with me. I will cut it off when there are many people." Contact me and don’t bother me, but you complimented me the other day, and I could tell you meant it, so I paid more attention to you.”
Ning Jiujiu smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It's a pity that it's just a whim."
The old man seemed to agree with this and did not continue to talk.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly asked: "I heard that the senior lost the treasure of the mountain gate, so he imprisoned himself here?"
Yan Zhou said calmly: "Did that kid Lu Yuanbai tell you?"
I would rather remain noncommittal for a long time.
"That boy is still the same as before. He doesn't practice seriously all day long, and always cares about other people's trivial matters." Yan Zhou cursed, but he didn't shy away from it. He sneered in a slightly hoarse voice: "This Tianku Peak, if I want to leave , who can stop it?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Senior is right."
Yan Zhou's fingers gently rubbed the ancient book on his body and sighed softly: "I don't want to leave."
Ning Changjiu hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Why?"
Yan Zhou's gray brows gradually came together, and there was some unconcealable pain in his expression. The old man seemed to be a little older, and his voice was hoarse: "I did lose the master's treasure back then... That was a book The book seemed to be a living thing. I chased it all the way here, and then the book disappeared. I could vaguely sense that it was here, hiding from me, so I kept looking for it, but decades later, I couldn’t find it either…”
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(First update)
(Thanks to book friend Yu Hua Ning Luo for the reward~Thank you for your support.)