Thinking is like a tengu eclipsing the moon. After darkness, light shines into the sea of consciousness again little by little.
Ning Xiaoling looked at him carefully. She could clearly feel that at that moment, the senior brother seemed to have been distracted.
This scene was like that day when it rained heavily, when he was telling the story of the little Taoist priest in the house. At that time, she felt that the senior brother was like a star. The world could only see his faint light, but could not see it. The body covered by that light.
Ning sat there for a long time and was silent for a long time. At this moment, he was like a person who had been walking in the dark night for a long time. Suddenly he saw a light that pierced the night falling in front of him.
That beam of light is like a sword. As long as you hold it, you can tear open the long night.
"Junior sister..."
After a long time, he spoke slowly, his hands gently covered her hair, his eyes looked into hers, and he said softly: "Thank you."
Although his smile was very shallow at the moment, Ning Xiaoling could feel his joy. It was like ten thousand koi carp suddenly swarming under the calm lake water. If you don't pay attention, those koi carp will seem to swing. The bodies all jumped out of the water, creating countless crystal waves.
Ning Xiaoling avoided her senior brother's eyes that seemed to melt people, and said a little embarrassedly: "Why do you want to thank me?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time, but suddenly said: "Xiao Ling, I am your senior brother."
"Ah." Ning Xiaoling was stunned, not knowing why he suddenly said that.
Ning Jiujiu continued: "I have not been taken over by anyone, nor have I been possessed by monsters. I have always been your senior brother. The person I was before that night is still the person I am now."
Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a while. Ning Jiujiu's words seemed very complicated, but she could understand them.
He wanted to dispel his last doubts.
"Brother, you don't have to do this."
"I'm afraid you are still worried."
"Actually, I just know that you are good to me." Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips, raised her head, and said, "And I don't know why, but I have always felt that you are the original senior brother, and you have always been... um... this Is it intuition?”
"It's really nice to meet my junior sister."
The brief calm is like the first break of the wind and snow.
"Idiot." Ning Xiaoling gave a small cry and suddenly rushed forward, hugging him unexpectedly. Ning Jiujiu's hanging sleeves moved slightly, and he heard the girl's faint sobbing coming from his chest. , and then the white clothes on the chest turned into a damp color.
Ning Changjiu bent his arms, put his hands on her back, and patted her gently.
He felt a little emotional.
In the last life, his innate spirit was beheaded by his master, so he had always had a misunderstanding in his thinking, that is, his innate spirit had been beheaded by his master, so the position of Zi Mansion was empty at the moment.
But this is twelve years ago.
If time really goes back and everything goes back to the beginning, what does it matter about what happened back then
He has not yet practiced cultivation and has not yet formed a spirit, just like before.
Just start over.
He closed his eyes, hugged the girl in his arms, and smiled slightly.
A bit of joy, but also a bit of self-deprecation.
Under the paper window, my thoughts are clear.
Such a simple thing, I have been thinking about it for half a month. No wonder when I saw the book in the library today, I understood it, but I still didn't figure it out at the time.
A dork indeed.
"Junior sister, don't cry. I'll teach you how to read. Well... where did you teach me last time?" Ning Jiujiu whispered.
"Last time I taught you how to bend the hook horizontally and vertically..." Ning Xiaoling hesitated.
Ning Jiujiu laughed angrily and said, "What? Do you want to do it all over again? If you find out about this, you will be angry."
"Sister Marry has a soft mouth and a glutinous heart, so she won't be angry. Even though Sister Marry seldom talks to you, in fact she must care about you secretly."
"Yes, senior brother can't let her down anymore." Ning Jiujiu said softly: "Okay, okay, get up. Today, senior brother will teach you to read poetry. From now on, you must be educated at a young age, but you can't become a reckless girl. "
"What poems are you reading..."
"The snow is falling in the middle of winter today, and the sound is shattering. Senior brother, I will tell you some poems about snow."
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In the afternoon, the green lanterns stand still, the ancient scrolls are fragrant, and the sound of conversation rises and falls silent, like snow.
"The whole world is made of white jade, which makes people's hearts clear and makes them want to go to heaven..."
"When the weather is cold and the sun sets, I draw horns and gates, and blow them into beautiful trees and fall poplar flowers."
“…”
After a long time, Ning Jiujiu slowly closed the book and asked with a smile: "Which sentence do you like?"
Ning Xiaoling thought hard for a while and then said carefully: "Is it possible to spread salt in the air?"
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Lu Marry's sword landed on the cold cloud platform. Snow suddenly fell in the cold mist-shrouded cloud platform. Looking up, the sky was boundless white. The wind stirred, and it seemed that there were scales dancing and rolling down. Countless frost and snow.
Lu Jiaoyue unsheathed his sword. Amidst the clear sound of the sword, the wooden scabbard on his waist was empty, and a blue spring crossed the sky.
She concentrated her thoughts and waved out her sleeves. Holding the hilt of the sword, she wiped the sword with two fingers of her left hand. On the sword, which was as bright as a mirror, her brows were cold and she swung the sword to slash.
The sword techniques in the first half of the Tianyu Sword Scripture were slashed out one after another.
There are three swords with the most majestic and decisive killing intent, such as the white rainbow piercing the sun, the river flowing into the river, and the ink rain rolling over the basin. There are also the three swords that are cold and unparalleled, such as Yunya stone carvings, Xianluo Guizi, and knocking on the moon to ask the immortal. The rest are Sha Xue, Bai Ling, and Jing. The swords of Hua, Qiuzhuang and others also came out one by one.
Between the cliffs, the sword energy was invincible. On the rocks, which had remained the same for eternity, there were fine sword marks one after another, falling in disorder, like small characters carved one after another on the cliffs.
On the cloud platform, sword energy soared into the sky, and snowflakes rolled back.
Lu Yaoyao wore a slender waistband, and her slender and graceful figure was erratic in it.
The red plum blossoms are just beginning to bloom on the edge of the cliff, and her silhouette is even better than the winter plum blossoms and white snow.
The sword was extremely powerful at first, majestic and majestic, opening and closing wide, but at the end, it looked like a beautiful woman in an attic raising her sword, singing and dancing.
Lu Marian's lips were bright and her teeth were white, her complexion was like snow, and the skylight from between the clouds covered her cheeks, making her earlobes crystal clear.
The sword fell silent.
The wind and snow cleared.
Lu Marry sighed quietly, the tip of the sword gently passed by her side and was sheathed.
She stood silently, looking at the sword energy that gradually dissipated in the sky and the earth, with a blank look on her face. Most of the sword moves just now were repeating the indomitable killing move, but at the end of the move, she turned softly, like a singer dancing with her sleeves.
It wasn't that there was a sudden tenderness in her heart, it was just that her spiritual power came to an end after the fifth sword. The two bruised acupoints on her back were loaded to the extreme, turning into a heart-piercing tingling. The last two swords can only be as soft as the breeze, seemingly beautiful, but only oneself knows the pain during it.
The six main swords and four auxiliary swords in the first half of the Tianyu Sword Classic were hastily concluded.
When Ning Jiujiu and Ning Xiaoling rescued her before, Ning Jiujiu asked her what she should do if it was difficult to advance further.
The heroic words she had spoken at that time were now implemented, and she only felt deeply powerless.
Today she is twenty-four years old. Even if she is not a practitioner, she is still very young...
Yes, I am only twenty-four years old.
Lu Marian sighed softly and looked up at a loss. If she had to wander around in the realm of longevity for the next hundred years, how could she survive it
On the Tianku Peak, the stars and rocks are lonely.
Lu married her sword behind her back and walked into the sword hall with her back to the mountain of fresh snow.
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Late at night.
Ning sat on the ground for a long time, with a copper lamp lit in front of him.
He sat cross-legged and stared at the light, the brilliance of the flame reflected in his eyes.
He didn't know what kind of night it was in his last life. At that time, he should have rejected the marriage letter and entered the Purple Garden realm.
If he had met Zhao Xiang'er at that time, given their level difference, it would be hard to see whether her girl would dare to call out for breaking off the engagement in front of him.
It's just that things are different now.
He has not yet entered the metaphysical realm.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Previously, he had been wandering around in confusion for a long time, but he never really took that initial step.
The practice in the previous life was always like flying in the clouds, but now he is in the mortal world, so he does not want to or even thinks about keeping his feet on the ground.
It wasn't until today that he realized that everything had really been overturned.
Although those memories are still there, the disciple who closed the door is no longer visible, and his life trajectory has also become a brand new picture.
"Let's start from tonight..."
Ning Jiujiu's breath fell slightly, and he stared at the beating flames. In the dead lake of his heart, it seemed as if a spark had entered, and then the flames burned and gradually became brighter.
He couldn't find the sharp knife yet.
But since he was sure that there was beautiful jade under the stone, even if the water ran for thousands of years, it would eventually be able to wash away that layer of dust.
Outside the window, heavy snow covered the sky like white scales, and there was a solemn roar.
On this ordinary snowy night, Ning Changjiu in this life officially entered the path of spiritual cultivation.
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(Fourth update...complete!)