Ning Xiaoling was so frightened that she hugged him tightly. She was stunned for a while before she remembered that she was now a practitioner in the Immortal Realm. She could easily dodge such short arrows as long as she used her spiritual power as a barrier for a moment.
But the moment of fear left her with no time to react.
At this moment, she belatedly hugged Ning Changjiu's waist, feeling a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and in a dilemma.
Ning Jiujiu glanced at the arrows on the wall indifferently, patted Ning Xiaoling's back, and motioned for her to let go.
Ning Xiaoling understood immediately, loosened her arms and said worriedly: "Senior brother, be careful."
Ning said nothing for a long time and stepped into the house again.
As soon as his footsteps hit the ground, in the darkness, the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind struck again. Before the arrow came out of the string, Ning Jiujiu sensed the direction of the arrow, and the danger warning signal conveyed by Tao Xin had been accurately pointed out. After finding out where the killer was coming from, Ning Jiujiu's figure flashed like thunder on the ground. When he suddenly launched his attack, the sound of air explosions overwhelmed the sound of the sharp arrows.
Bang!
The arrow pierced into the wall again, and the tail of the arrow trembled.
At the same time, Ning Jiujiu's figure appeared in front of the dark crossbow.
When the next crossbow arrow hit the string and shot out of the air, there was a loud bang accompanied by the scream of a young man.
When Ning Jiujiu shot out the arrow, he accurately hit the person who fired the hidden arrow with a punch.
The room was not spacious to begin with, and the man's figure slammed into the wall as soon as he fell. His hand reached his waist and tried to pull out the dagger he carried.
But as soon as he moved his hand, Ning Jiujiu pinched his wrist as accurately as an eagle, slapped it, and twisted it.
There was a click, as if the wrist bone was dislocated. The boy let out a scream and pressed back the dagger handle with his right hand.
Before Ning Xiaoling had time to see clearly what was going on inside, she saw a black shadow being thrown out, and Ning Xiaoling subconsciously took half a step back.
When the figure fell to the ground, she saw clearly that it was a young man wearing black clothes with a yellow and thin face. The young man seemed to be smaller than herself, with a determined and fierce look in his pupils entangled with unspeakable pain.
Ning Jiujiu walked out of the house, looked at the young man who was grabbing his wrist and moaning in pain on the ground, and asked, "Who asked you to come?"
The young man was like a wounded wolf cub, struggling on the ground trying to get up. He stared at Ning for a long time, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Ning... Where is Ning Qianshui?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "What are you looking for him for?"
He said sternly: "Mind your own business... Who are you... Where did that old thing go..."
Ning Xiaoling calmed down a lot, looked at the slender young man, and said, "Ning Qinshui is dead."
"Dead?!" He glared, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "He's dead?! How did he die? Who... are you?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Ning Qinshui was our master before."
The boy's originally relaxed body tensed up again: "Then you guys are not good either!"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What grudge do you have against Ning Qinshui?"
The young man's wolf-like eyes suddenly burst into great sadness. He didn't know what he thought of, and his body arched and trembled, "I... I want to kill him... How could he die like this..."
Ning Changjiu said: "My condolences."
The young man struggled to get up, half-crouched on the ground, and said: "You are his disciples, so you deserve to die..."
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "If I hadn't saved my men, you would have been dead when you fired the second arrow."
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "Ning Qianshui wanted to use us as a scapegoat that day, but he was met with backlash and he died violently instead."
Ning looked into his eyes for a long time and said, "Then why did you want to kill him?"
The young man looked at them, his eyes flickering, as if he was about to spit out something. After a while, his arms hung down weakly, his thin body swayed feebly, and his voice was like cold mist blown away by the wind.
"He... Ning Qinshui... the evil man killed Sister Bai. Sister Bai is such a gentle and kind person, he... he must be a ghost, he killed my sister... as a ghost!"
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"I used to be a servant of a wealthy family. I was sold into the family at a very young age. I was thin and small at the time, and many people bullied me. Only one person was very kind to me... She was the maid next to the young lady. When others bullied me, When she saw it, she taught those people a lesson and stuffed me with two lists and asked me to go to the tavern and buy something based on them."
"This is a good job. Many people can get a little profit from it. No one knows how much money is missing... But I gave her a lot of change. She counted the money and sighed. , the attitude is neither cold nor indifferent."
"After that, she helped me several times in private. Once I asked her why she wanted to help me. She just said that she had survived this way in the past. Now that she is a lady's maid, her status is much higher. When she encounters these things , will naturally help."
"Later, I privately recognized her as my sister, and she agreed... Then, for a while, the house was haunted, and the master spent a lot of money to invite an old Taoist priest to come... "
"That... old Taoist priest, that old Taoist priest would rather catch water!"
"He performed rituals and pointed out many people in the house and called them imps. Finally, he pointed out his sister and said she was the chief ghost. As long as he killed her, everything would be fine... "
"This, how is this possible?!"
"At that time, I wanted to save her... Many people grabbed me and said that I was obsessed with ghosts. The master almost broke my legs after giving the order... At that time, I was lying on the ground, chewing grass in my mouth, and I was holding on by myself. My arms were stepping on my head, and while I was still struggling, I suddenly heard Sister Bai’s screams... The screams were repeated over and over again, and I couldn’t cover them up no matter how hard I tried.”
"Sister Bai... I've been calling for a long time."
"And I never saw her again, not even the body."
"She was... killed by that evil old man!"
The young man grabbed his face with his left hand, and there were blood marks between his nails. As he recalled these things, his pupils involuntarily dilated, and his arched back showed the rugged and thin bones between his thin clothes.
Ning listened to his words for a long time with a generally calm expression.
"Then what?" Ning asked for a long time.
The young man's voice was choked: "Then... then I stole the money from the house, found an opportunity to escape, and was rescued by my master in a remote place. I learned some martial arts, and then I found out where this old guy lived... I just stayed I have been here for more than a month."
Ning looked at him steadily for a while, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that you don't have the qualifications to practice."
The young man was stunned, his neck turned red immediately, and he said angrily: "You are a Taoist, right... You Taoists are really cold-blooded. I have said so much, but you... are still looking at my qualifications. If you treat me with all my roots... Broken bones can save my sister's life, so what? You are indeed... cold-blooded and ruthless!"
Ning Jiujiu sighed softly and said, "But Ning Qinshui is dead, what else can you do? Kill us together?"
The young man blurted out: "You are his disciples, of course you are also guilty!"
Ning Jiujiu threw the dagger to the ground and said calmly: "You can continue to try."
The young man stretched out his left and right hands, trying to hold the dagger. His fingers gently slid across the cold dagger blade. He felt sad and suddenly screamed strangely. He suddenly grabbed the wooden handle wrapped with a thick rope and pointed the dagger blade at himself. , screaming and stabbing towards the throat.
Ning Jiujiu seemed to have expected it. With a flick of his finger, the young man's left hand was numbed by the fierce force. With a strong force, the dagger fell to the ground again, and the snow-white blade peak reflected his thin and desperate face.
He raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't kill you, why don't you let me die? Master told me that those who practice Taoism are ruthless people who fool the world... It is true, indifferent Ruthless, what are you doing as a god in the sky?"
Ning Jiujiu remained unmoved and just asked: "What is your name?"
He was stunned, as if he didn't expect that the other party would ask his name.
"My name is... Shubai." He stared at the other person for a long time, and finally his shoulders relaxed slightly and he couldn't answer.
Ning Xiaoling murmured softly: "What a strange name."
The young man's face was serious: "Sister Bai gave this to me!"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Sister Bai, what is your name?"
The corners of Shubai's mouth trembled slightly and he said: "Sister Bai has been dead for many years, what's the point of asking this?"
Ning Jiujiu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his head, lifted his whole body up, and asked, "How old are you this year?"
"Thirteen!"
"Thirteen years old? Yes, who taught you this martial arts?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"My master..." Shubai's face suddenly turned gloomy: "You want to come and kill my master together? I am the one who came to assassinate you today. My skills are not as good as others, so I will die if I die. You must not hurt the master. He has already..."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Ning Qinshui died, and you wanted to kill his disciples to vent your anger. Why can't I kill your master along the way?"
"You..." Shubai was speechless, with great fear suddenly rising in his heart.
The master is very kind to me. When he escaped, if he hadn't met the master and gave him a bowl of white porridge, he would have starved to death... The master has gray hair over the years, and it is even more difficult to move. He uses a cane. , but still chanting sutras and doing good deeds every day, how could such a person die because of himself...
Shubai felt regret and hatred in his heart, and tears burst out of his bloodshot pupils.
"Don't kill him!" Shubai shouted.
Ning stared into his eyes for a long time, slowly released his hand, but his voice seemed a little weak, and said: "I won't kill you, let alone your master."
"Why?" Shubai asked subconsciously, but immediately thought that those immortals were moody and quickly shut up.
Ning Jiujiu pressed his head and knelt down again. He looked at the young man in front of him, who was sallow and thin, with a rugged back. His voice was calm but sounded like thunder in his ears: "What the ascetics want to kill is chaos. The evil spirits of heaven and earth, as well as those living ghosts who disguise themselves as humans and walk in the world.”
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(Thanks to the book friend Lei Xi who beats the fish and dragon drum for the reward and support~)