Demons in heaven and earth, living ghosts in the world.
The former is easy to understand, but the latter is naturally talking about Ning Qinshui, a devil with a human face and an animal heart.
Shubai could barely understand, but couldn't understand.
"You immortals always say one thing and do another..." His words were a little weak.
Ning Jiujiu said nothing more and just asked: "Have you been here for more than a month?"
Shubai hummed.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Where is your master?"
Shubai said: "If Ning Qianshui doesn't come back at the third watch, I will go back to see my master."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "Then what do you usually eat?"
Shubai said angrily: "There is rice in the house and I have hands. Can I still starve to death?"
Ning looked at his skinny body for a long time, and the spine on his back could be clearly seen through the thin clothes, like a bone snake crawling on his back.
Ning Jiujiu nodded: "Okay, you go and cook."
Shubai was stunned for a moment, unable to react. Ning Jiujiu had already grabbed his wrist. He could only make two clicks. The young man screamed, but his wrist, which had been dislocated by Ning Jiujiu's move, was reattached. go back.
He gently twisted his wrist bones and looked at Ning for a long time, becoming more and more confused about what he was doing. He just thought, are all the immortal cultivators in the world so weird
Shubai snorted: "I work for you because you don't kill my master. It's not because I'm afraid of death."
Ning Jiujiu said: "You can think whatever you want."
Shubai turned around and walked towards the stove.
Ning looked at his back for a long time and said, "You have really good bones."
Shubai stopped and turned around with a frown, seemingly hopeful.
Ning Jiujiu said again: "It's a pity that without Zifu Qi Hai, we are destined to be unable to practice."
Shubai stamped his feet and said coldly: "Who cares..."
Ning Jiujiu no longer looked at him, but looked at Ning Xiaoling, who was silent all the time, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Ning Xiaoling pulled up a bench and sat down. She rested her thighs with her elbows and her chin with her palms. She said sadly: "Brother, if it hadn't been for you just now, I might have died..."
Ning Changjiu said: "So the Yujian Tianzong will have activities like the sword test in the early spring and the Four Peaks Sword Discussion Meeting, so that you can adapt to actual combat, so that you will not be able to use your spiritual power at a critical moment. open."
Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously and said: "I understand... Previously, I broke the mirror all the way, entered the Xuan, and reached the middle and upper realms. In fact, I was really proud of it. Later, I lit up the sword star and easily opened the bottleneck of the fairyland. I was even more energetic. , but today I was almost killed by a mortal who couldn’t practice... Sigh."
The more Ning Xiaoling thought about it, the more frustrated and annoyed she became. Her fingers clasped her cheeks, and her face sometimes swelled and sometimes wrinkled anxiously with the movements of her fingers.
Ning Jiujiu smiled slightly, put his hand on her head, and said gently: "So when you can't really be alone, senior brother will be by your side."
Ning Xiaoling knew that he was telling the truth, but the blow just now was so great that she still couldn't accept it, so she just hummed weakly.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, junior sister, how did you refine so much pure spiritual power in such a short period of time? Logically speaking, even with your bones, it wouldn't take two months." From entering the occult to becoming an immortal..."
Ning Xiaoling felt a little strange and said naturally: "Master told me last time that my innate spirit is too powerful, but if my own strength is not good in actual combat, it will be useless no matter how strong my innate spirit is... No, my innate spirit is useless The little snow fox contains a lot of the remaining spiritual power of the old fox, which has been refined, so I just ate it."
"What you are eating is the spiritual power in the innate spirit?" Ning Jiujiu's body trembled slightly and he looked at her intently. After a while, he said: "Junior sister, you are really a genius."
Ning Xiaoling thought he was praising herself, so she felt a little happier and said with a smile: "I'm just good at observing my body."
Ning took a long breath and said softly: "Junior sister... do you know that the strength of the innate spirit is much more difficult to cultivate than oneself. Many practitioners do not hesitate to compromise their own cultivation in order to increase the strength of the innate spirit, because the innate spirit is Hidden arrows, others cannot tell whether you have them or not. Even if they know, it is difficult to prevent them. Sometimes the surprise attack of a powerful innate spirit can even make up for the gap in a realm. And you... "
Ning Xiaoling looked at him innocently and realized that she seemed to have done something stupid.
Ning sighed for a long time and asked: "And your behavior is equivalent to having two bags of rice at home, and then diligently scooping out one bag and sending it to the other. You will inevitably have to spill a lot on the way, and then … You have been practicing for two months, but essentially you still only have two bags of rice.”
Ning Jiujiu's vivid metaphors finally made Ning Xiaoling understand what she was doing.
It's a shame that Little Snow Fox praised himself after squeezing his innate spirit every day... Today is another day of hard practice.
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head in shame.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and comforted: "This can't be entirely your fault. After all, most people's innate spirits practice along with themselves, and their realm gradually increases. However, because of the old fox, your innate spirit has been weak since the beginning. It has reached an extremely high level, so this mistake... is understandable."
Ning Xiaoling knew that he was comforting her, so she leaned into the chair and nodded silently.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "How much spiritual power does that snow fox still have?"
Ning Xiaoling looked embarrassed and said: "After lighting up the Sword Star a few days ago, I stepped into the Immortal Realm in an excited moment and... squeezed it dry."
"..." Ning Jiujiu looked at her helplessly and said, "It doesn't matter, just don't let Lu Marian know about this matter, so as not to make her laugh at her senior brother's poor education."
Ning Xiaoling said sincerely: "No, Sister Marry is my master. If you want to teach me anything, it's my master who teaches me how to do it. Moreover, my senior brother found out about this first, so the evildoer can file a complaint first and go to the master to find fault."
"The evil one will complain first..." Ning Jiujiu closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and sighed: "I also taught you how to read and write for two months. You... It is really your senior brother who has failed to teach you well."
Ning Xiaoling blinked pitifully.
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "If there were no outsiders here now, senior brother would have to give instructions on behalf of the teacher."
Ning Xiaoling immediately retracted her hands behind her back and changed the subject: "Senior brother, senior brother, what was in the letter just now?"
Ning Jiujiu took out the letter from his sleeve, unfolded it in his palm, handed it to Ning Xiaoling, then folded his sleeves with his hands, closed his eyes and rested.
Ning Xiaoling took the letter suspiciously and read its contents softly.
"Enter the imperial city to kill ghosts, accomplish the mission, and grant immortality?"
Ning Xiaoling turned over the letter and asked doubtfully: "It's gone?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "No more."
The more Ning Xiaoling thought about it, the more frightened she became: "Who sent this letter? Would someone as smart as Ning Qinshui believe this and go to the Imperial City to take such a risk?"
Ning Jiujiu took the letter, his eyes fell on the seal, and said slowly: "If the person who sent the letter is of high enough status, then the weight of a sentence has nothing to do with it."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Then the person who sent the letter..."
Ning looked at the seal for a long time and wrote four words - "Holding the moon and breaking the clouds".
This is the same seal as that in the marriage letter, the seal of Qianyu Palace.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly thought of something and said, "When I first came to the imperial city, the old man told Song Zi not to forget the promise of that lord...that lord?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "Now that I think about it, that lord should be the empress of Qianyu Palace."
…
"Cough cough cough..."
Shubai took a cattail leaf fan and lit a fire at the mouth of the stove, fanning the wind. The firewood burned cracklingly, and the heat waves rolled through the mouth of the stove, making his cheeks turn red.
He raised his head and glanced at the male and female immortal master sitting at the door, with unconcealed jealousy and envy in his eyes.
He stood up and took a look at the pot lid, wanting to spit inside, but when he glanced at the young man in white from the corner of his eye, he finally swallowed the saliva that had reached his chin with the tip of his tongue.
After all, I will have two more bites of this pot of rice.
At the door, Ning Xiaoling looked here from time to time, as if she was afraid that he would do something like poisoning. Shubai was even more disdainful, thinking that although he had shot a hidden arrow, he was an upright person and never tempered the arrow. Poison, let alone such despicable means as poisoning people.
"Is all of this arranged?" Ning Xiaoling recalled what happened in the imperial city and was very scared.
Ning Jiujiu folded the letter and put it in his sleeve, wondering: "If this is true, then what is her purpose? Is she just asking Ning to capture water and go to the imperial city to die?"
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and shook her head slightly: "This letter tricked the old guy into going to the palace. Although she was supposed to be doing harm to the people, her reputation is really not that good."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Things shouldn't be that simple."
There was the smell of rice cooking from the stove.
Ning Xiaoling touched her hungry belly and was about to get up to check the progress when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.