"It's over, it's over! I'll just say it, in the end, Fan Zhong will definitely win!"
Luan City City Lord's Mansion, the top floor attic.
The fireworks have disappeared, and the night has returned to its former silence. The ever-bright light and the moon climbed up the eaves of the window, quietly flowing into the beautifully decorated Qionglou, illuminating the faces of the elders of the various sects present.
Tian Xianzi clapped his hands and cheered, smiling like a silly child who finally got his pocket money, and tapped the table lightly with his knuckles: "Come on, I would like to accept the bet and lose, and if you guess wrong, put the spiritual stone on the table!"
Although Maya kept her face cold, she actually gave her junior and apprentice a lot of respect. As soon as she put her right hand on the jade table, a lot of spirit stones fell.
He is a true Jianxin Tiancheng, and he is devoted to the swordsmanship. Therefore, he firmly believes that money is only an external thing. He almost never uses money on weekdays.
"These Lexiu were put together by me, isn't it bad?"
As the head of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, Ji Yunkai naturally has the right to launch. After watching a good show at this moment, my little arms and calves were shaking with excitement: "I knew that Lexiu is not easy, talent!"
The Paramount Sect Master was quite dissatisfied: "The musical instrument is Yinxiu's half-life, how can it be used to beat people? If it is so violent, it is better to become a swordsman."
Tianxianzi and Ji Yunkai said in unison, "Thank you for the praise from the sect master!"
... Actually, I didn't mean to praise your sword cultivators.
"I thought Suona would definitely come out on top."
Watching his disciples being hammered, He Xiaochen, the head of Luming Mountain, sighed: "You don't know, originally I and several elders in the sect loved to go for a walk on the mountain where Lexiu is, Jingmei Le is more beautiful, that's called a To cultivate sentiment. Until this girl was born, good guy, the suona sounded, and all those qin and flute were brought out of tune by her alone."
The more he spoke, the more he admired: "Since then, the mountain has been the scene of a large-scale ensemble headed by suona every day. When a foreign visitor came to visit, he was taken aback when he heard the sound, and asked me, trembling all over, whether Lumingshan died in the end. Who is it, the funeral team can have such a big battle."
"Only pity the little friend who played the flute. Later, his expression looked like he had seen a ghost."
The Great Elder of Haoran Sect couldn't bear to look directly, and sighed: "Sect Master Ji, forcing a normal person into the big melee, there is no need to kill people like this."
"It's not for the coexistence of diversity."
Ji Yun smiled cheerfully, his eyes that belonged to children were like two round black pearls, glowing a thin bright color under the light: "Didn't the elders choose a few dead enemies who are notoriously incompatible, and put them together on purpose? ?"
Tian Xianzi immediately became interested when he heard the words: "Yes, yes, yes! How did the group play? Did I win my bet?"
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The elders enjoyed watching the play. Different from the atmosphere of laughter and laughter in the attic, it was much more quiet and depressing in the secret realm of trials.
At least that's how Ning Ning is here.
The monk swung the bell out like a mace, and when both a man and a woman were knocked unconscious, he scoured the tokens from the two of them.
Even after searching impatiently, he directly grabbed the ankle of the woman in Tsing Yi and lifted it upside down, shaking it desperately like shaking a sieve, until the token was shaken out.
This is no longer the level of "doing not understand pity and cherishing jade".
After the token was picked up by the monk, the two Lexiu were forcibly removed from the secret realm. It was obviously a movie of four people. In the end, only he who held the bell and pestle had a name.
Ning Ning watched a good show with great interest, but at this time, he didn't have much thought about the mantis catching the cicada or the oriole.
Not to mention that she has always adhered to the principle of "no one will offend me, I will not offend others", just looking at the monk's moves to repel the opponent, she must have a high level of cultivation.
She doesn't like to fight with brute force. If every time she meets someone, she has to fight for a token, it is estimated that she will become a human flesh sandbag full of holes in a short time.
Ning Ning yawned quietly. He wanted to wait for the monk to leave and leave the place. Unexpectedly, the door of his brain, which was as smooth as a marinated egg, shone brightly not far away, and his voice came from the wind: "How long do you want to watch the donor?"
Ning Ning was slightly stunned.
It is said that Lexiu's five senses are sensitive, which seems to be true. Even if she deliberately hides her breath, she still cannot escape the perception of the other party.
"The little master is really amazing."
She flashed out of the shadow of the tree, perhaps because she was gradually cultivated to be thick-skinned by the teacher, and there was not much embarrassment after being discovered: "It's the first time I see Fan Zhong for pleasure - I'm Xuan Xu Ning Ning of the Sword Sect."
The young monk took a rough look at her, and finally said in a low voice, "Ning the benefactor, I have long admired her."
Seeing the other party's expression of surprise, he added with a blank face: "The little monk's name is Mingjing, and he has always been on good terms with junior brother Mingkong. He mentioned you to me."
It was Mingkong's friend.
First, Ming Kong, who had all his skills in defense because he was afraid of pain, and now there is another Ming Jing, who uses Zhongchu as a big stick, gathers people and divides them into groups, and she doesn't know how many surprises there are in Fanyin Temple.
Ning Ning saw that his expression was gentle, and he had no intention of starting a fight, so he calmed down and continued: "I passed by this place by chance and was attracted by your fighting style, so I stopped and watched, without any thought of fighting for the token."
Mingjing nodded: "The monks are compassionate, and the little monk has no intention of fighting."
There is nothing wrong with this sentence itself, but it seems a little weird when it comes out of the mouth of a big man who just knocked the two out with a pestle on his head.
Ning Ning glanced at the fan bell that he swung flying, and remembered the scene of a man and a woman brushing up to the sky and landing at the same time, and her chest could not help but feel a pain.
I'm afraid that the two disciples would never have dreamed that the ensemble mourning song was not blown to death, but sent them away instead.
"What's more, a disciple of your faction has been kind to me. Even if it is to repay his kindness, the monk will not easily do anything to the Xuanxu faction."
Mingjing was unsmiling when he spoke, his tone was as light as boiled water, but Ning Ning was still aroused by interest, so he took advantage of the situation to answer: "Are you kind?"
"When I left the Fanyin Temple to go out to practice, I encountered several demon cultivators blocking the road and robbing them on the way. With only one person's strength, they are no match for them at all."
The clear and clear eyes narrowed slightly, and when they fell into memory, their pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of fog: "Thanks to that Xuanxu disciple who came to the rescue and solved most of the robbers, I was able to escape."
He said, bending his lips: "His name is He Zhizhou, and I heard that he is familiar with Ning Shizhu."
Ning Ning listened to his description, and subconsciously sketched the image of a young swordsman with chivalrous courage and profound cultivation in his mind.
Sorry, she could only think of a weird human head caught in a flying boat.
"He Zhizhou?" Ning Ning couldn't hide the surprise in his tone, "Is he so powerful?"
"yes."
Mingjing looked into the distance thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice, "Seventy percent of those demon cultivators beat him, and 30 percent beat me. If most of the attention wasn't on him, I wouldn't have been able to escape while the chaos was happening."
Ning Ning:…
As a result, the two of you were beaten together, and you ran away directly! Is this right for He Zhizhou, who is brave enough to help you? Hey!
Miserable or He Zhizhou miserable.
Ning Ning pulled this very serious and reliable monk into the danger list in his heart.
"Since you and I have no intention of fighting, the little monk will leave first."
Mingjing saluted her with his hands folded, his voice still gentle: "Donor take care."
Ning Ning nodded: "Goodbye, Master Mingjing."
She did not have any grudges and entanglements with Mingjing, so she said goodbye very neatly. After parting ways, only Ningning was left around.
Just now, the four Yin Xiu made such a big noise, but no one else was attracted to her except her. Presumably the forest was sparsely populated, and the other disciples were scattered and sent to other places.
Ning Ning walked forward aimlessly while looking at the scene in the forest.
The woods seem to be immersed in the previous yin and music, and the night grows slowly like a sea fog, slowly condensing like ink balls on rice paper, with the slightest strands of cool air. There were a few faint bird calls from not far away, without the lightness and agility that birds should have, it was so mournful and wailing.
As for the front, there is endless darkness, the shadows of the sloping branches are like the knuckles of sprites, and a human head that is palely illuminated by fluorescent light floats in the air—
and many more.
How can there be a floating human head in the woods
Ning Ning was so shocked that he froze all over, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he could barely see the scene not far away.
It turned out that it was not a floating head, but Pei Ji in black.
In this way, in the original work, the male protagonist is indeed the first to appear in an unknown jungle.
His clothes were completely integrated with the night, but his skin was extremely eye-catching and cold white. When he was photographed by the mushrooms growing recklessly in the woods, his whole face was like a walking lamp, and it really glowed white.
Pei Ji didn't expect to meet her here, and she was stunned when her eyes met.
"Little Junior Brother!"
Ning Ning didn't have as many concerns as he did, and trotted forward: "What a coincidence, why are you here?"
As he got closer, he noticed a few bloody scratches on his face, as if he had just experienced a fight.
"I heard a few bells, and I came following the spiritual energy." Pei Ji glanced her up and down, her voice a little hoarse, "Are you injured?"
Ning Ning quickly shook his head: "No no! I didn't fight them."
After a short pause, he took out a box of ointment from the storage bag and handed it to him: "It's obvious that you were injured, so you didn't take care of it - you fought with someone else?"
"Small things."
Pei Ji stretched out her hand to take it, waited for a brief thank you, and then listened to Ning Ning: "Since we have met, why not let the two of us act together? The secret realm of the trial is extremely dangerous, and there is some kind of care between the same sect."
In the past, when facing other people, Pei Ji would definitely refuse without hesitation.
He was used to being alone since he was a child, and if there were others around, he would only feel bored for no reason. But at this time, he was a little hesitant for some reason. He raised his eyes and caught sight of Ning Ning's gaze, and his heart jumped uncontrollably.
This feeling is unpredictable and difficult to control, and Pei Ji doesn't like it.
But he still looked away for the first time and nodded lightly.
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The two walked in Luan City for a whole day during the day, and now it is time to be the most sleepy and tired.
Pei Ji's experience of survival in the wild is obviously much richer than that of Ningning. It didn't take long for her to stop and go, and she took her to find a cave where she could rest.
The cave is small, like a recess in the mountain wall, and can accommodate no more than six people at most.
There are vines growing on the stone walls, dyeing the jagged stones into a vibrant green color. A few spirit mushrooms grow in the corner, like a small table lamp with a unique shape, emitting a steady stream of white and soft light.
It's just that the light is too dim, and it looks faint and indistinct in the black velvet night. The wisps of thin light mixed with sparse shadows, like the dark tide swaying with the waves in the deep sea, were gently blown by the night wind, and they became scattered waves and floating flowers, dyeing the whole cave with a quiet light gray.
In particular, the surroundings were silent and the cave was extraordinarily narrow and cramped. In the quiet and soft midnight, it was inevitable that there would be some inexplicable ambiguity.
The word "ambiguous" is very annoying.
In order to facilitate life in the wild, monks often have one or two quilts in their storage bags. Because the cave is narrow, the distance between them is not too big, only about one person apart.
It was the first time that Ning Ning fell asleep in the same place as a boy of the same age. After thinking about it, she always felt a little embarrassed, and even lying flat on her side felt wrong.
But she is a senior sister after all, so she can't show her timidity at this moment, she can only pretend to be calm and turn her back, flattening her voice: "I'm sleeping."
A clear and clean young voice came from behind: "Well."
Then the sounds around him gradually faded away like the tide, leaving only a faint light that filled the entire cave.
The summer night brought continuous heat, like a little spark falling in my heart, Pei Ji lay flat on the thin quilt without saying a word, and was a little dry.
Due to the experience of being locked in the cellar by his mother as a child, he has always had feelings of disgust and resistance to the dark.
When I was a child, once I was alone in a narrow space where I couldn't see my fingers, I would tremble with fear; as I grew up, the situation improved a little, but I didn't like the dark environment.
Fortunately, there are spirit mushrooms in the cave, which can make him feel more at ease.
A few strands of black hair fell on the delicate eyebrows of the young man. Perhaps it was summer's unique dryness that upset him. Pei Ji frowned and turned his head slightly without warning.
His movements were silent, and even his breathing was hidden in the night, and as far as he could see, was the slender back of the girl.
He had never looked at Ning Ning so carefully, and he finally took the courage to take a look, only when she had her back turned to him.
Because she had been groomed in the inn, the girl carried an elegant fragrance of gardenias on her body. The blue silk stretched down, like pure black ink dizzy, covering the slender neck and back, revealing only the light purple thin skirt.
It looks like a small one, like a willow branch that can be broken with a little force.
... So she is like this
[Cough cough. ]
Chengying coughed twice: [Pei Xiaoji, it's not a gentleman's style to peek quietly. ]
Pei Ji responded expressionlessly: "I don't."
[… While people are asleep, it’s not enough to look at it in an open manner, stinky boy! ]
It has been with this kid for so many years, and has been able to figure out most of Pei Ji's thoughts, and can't help snorting coldly: [Why, I usually ignore people's love, but now I'm sneaking a peek? Pei Xiaoji, Pei Xiaoji, I hate you for being a piece of wood. ]
"No." Pei Ji deserved it quickly, "I just can't sleep—"
Before he could finish speaking, there was a very slight rustling sound in his ears.
- Ning Ning, who should have been sleeping, suddenly turned around in an instant, her almond eyes were wide open, and she stared straight at him without concealment.
And Pei Ji kept her head turned to look at her, facing Ning Ning's eyes.
Pei Ji's ears turned red, and her breathing stagnated: ...
Chengying barks like a mad donkey, and there is no force: [Pei Ji, close your eyes! ]
After speaking, he struggled desperately in his heart, and shouted in a broken voice: [Ah! ! ! dead dead! ! ! She won't find you peeking, will she! ! ! ]
Pei Ji was stunned for a while, then closed his eyes obediently under Ning Ning's gaze.
Chengying: …
[Are you sent by God to torture me? ]
Cheng Ying burst into tears, and there was a weeping voice in his words: [Hidden ears and bells, trying to cover up. What's the use of closing your eyes and pretending to sleep at this time, ah? Are you a fool? ]
So Pei Ji opened her eyes again with a blank face.
One person and one sword seem to be like still water, but in fact the heart is full of frenzy. Pei Ji only felt that the heat in his ears was getting stronger and stronger, and he went straight up to the end of his eyes and face, causing a burning irritability.
He has gone through countless gates of hell, never retreating or hesitating, but now, for some unknown reason, he is confused by an unexpected gaze.
What Pei Ji didn't know was that Ning Ning's panic was no less than his.
She couldn't fall asleep, so she opened her eyes and counted the leaves on the vine one by one. Later, she was bored and had a whim, and decided to turn her head to see how Pei Ji was asleep.
After all, many novels say that the male protagonist with a gloomy face will appear extraordinarily harmless after falling asleep peacefully. She couldn't imagine Pei Ji's eyes closed obediently, so she planned to see it for herself.
This is really just a sudden thought. I don't think Pei Ji has fallen asleep at all. As soon as she turned around, she met his dark eyes—
Help! Isn't this just being caught directly for doing bad things!
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Both of them felt that their peek was discovered by the other on the spot, and their eyes hurriedly staggered after meeting for a short time.
Ning Ning stared at a small stone on the ground and seized the opportunity: "Those spirit mushrooms are too dazzling, I can't sleep."
Then he coughed solemnly, and said the most hesitant words in the stiffest tone: "You, you... You were awakened by me?"
Pei Ji lay flat this time, staring straight at the top of the cave, her red ears covered by ink hair: "It doesn't matter, I didn't fall asleep."
As soon as the first three words came out, it was clear that he wanted to get rid of what he peeked at. The reason why he turned his head was because he heard the sound of Ning Ning turning over.
Chengying has mixed feelings: [Tsk tsk, deceiving the ignorant girl is cruel and scheming. ]
"You can't sleep either?"
Ning Ning didn't care when he saw his cold face, and the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. After thinking for a while, he said, "Why don't we talk?"
This time, she finally saw Pei Ji's appearance clearly.
The darkness of the night is like ink, and it outlines the end of the young man's slender eyes, the bridge of his nose and the soft black hair around his ears little by little, while his lips are the color of roses, pursing a thin arc downward.
The stern youthful feeling still carries the childishness of not being deeply involved in the world, but the cold hostility in his eyes has largely dissipated it; the end of his eyes is somehow blushing, and the tear moles are lined with a touch of softness. color.
Ning Ning never begrudges praise, Pei Ji is really pretty.
"The wounds you suffered before," she put one hand under her face, and when she looked up at him, she could smell the clear rosin around the boy's body, "are they all healed now?"
Pei Ji said "um".
He is not good at words, but he also knows that a simple "um" will definitely lead to a cold scene, so he added jerkily: "Thank you for the Yinshan Ghost Pearl and the wound medicine donated by senior sister."
In the end, Ning Ning was just a pure-hearted little girl. She was thanked in person at the moment, and looked away from his face a little embarrassedly: "It's all outside the body, so... nothing to thank."
Thinking of the Yinshan Ghost Pearl, he hurriedly said, "Is the demonic energy in your body still happening?"
Pei Ji responded hesitantly: "Occasionally, it will not hurt Senior Sister."
"do not underestimate me!"
She opened her eyes in disapproval: "Even if your demonic energy flares up, I won't be hurt by you. That's not what I'm worried about, it's clearly—"
Halfway through speaking, she was suddenly discouraged, as if hesitating whether to say the next sentence.
Cheng Ying understood the meaning of this sentence, and laughed non-stop in his heart, sometimes making a donkey croak and sometimes a cock crowing.
Pei Ji frowned slightly and looked sideways at her in confusion.
"That's right," Ning Ning touched the tip of her nose and her voice was a few degrees lower, "Isn't it hard to suffer from a demonic attack? It would be nice if the pain could be relieved."
She was actually worried about him.
Since the immortal and demon wars, the demons have become a street rat that everyone is punished for. As a remnant of a demon cultivator, his body was dripping with filthy blood, and he had long been used to being treated coldly and deliberately ostracized by others. Now, when he heard Ning Ning say this, he was unable to adapt, almost at a loss.
Pei Jing silently pursed his lips, his heart seemed to be swept by a fluffy tail, and an inexplicable itch was born out of thin air.
This is also a very strange feeling, but unexpectedly, he is not so disgusted.
Chengying already exudes the brilliance of motherhood, roaming freely in his sea of consciousness alone, giggling like a hen from time to time.
Ning Ning is a talker. When the mood comes, he can talk nonstop for most of the night. From practicing Jianxin, he gets the gossip of his teacher. In the end, he even pulls out his past things and tells him with a face:
"I had a very serious illness before. I couldn't get out of bed to move around, and I might die at any time. During that time, I couldn't do anything at home. I could only lie in bed and read a book or talk to my friend at home. Boo play."
After a pause, he said again, "Bobo is a rabbit raised in my house. It's fat and fat, and it's very cute—have you ever raised a pet?"
Pei Ji nodded: "I also adopted a rabbit, but it died after three days."
Ning Ning was stunned for a moment: "I'm sorry, I don't know... You must have been sad at that time."
"No problem."
Pei Ji sternly comforted her: "Rabbit barbecue is very fragrant."
- So you ate it! This is not called "adoptation" at all, it's purely about grabbing people for food, okay
Ning Ning was choked by him, secretly thinking about talent. Later, he talked a lot in a confused way, and as the sleepiness deepened, the topic gradually became wild.
For example, "The little shark fell in love with the prince, but was rejected because of the fish head body", and "the feasibility of using the lightning rod to survive the catastrophe".
Later it became: "Why don't you use the hair band I bought for you? Don't you like it?"
Pei was silent for a while, and whispered to her, "No."
On the contrary, it is precisely because he cherishes it too much that he is reluctant to use it. He hit a lot of kills, and he didn't want to let the cloud brocade get stained with blood and stain its appearance.
But he definitely wouldn't say it face to face.
Ning Ning was tired of talking, so he fell asleep in a daze, muttering between half-dreams and half-awakes: "Good night, Pei Ji."
There was a lot of tiredness in her voice, and it fell softly on the eardrum, with a hint of coquettishness: "It is a custom in my hometown to say good night to each other, and it means to wish you... a good dream tonight."
The black-clothed black-haired boy looked down at her sleeping quietly, and drew Ning Ning's bright and well-behaved brows with thin light. After a while, a muffled, low smile came out of his chest.
He moved very lightly, got up and took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag, raised his hand and tossed it, and let it fall on the fluorescent mushroom.
So there was no light that disturbed her sleep, only the twilight was all around, and it gradually rose up like a gentle tide, drowning her vision.
In the quiet night, a clear and juvenile voice sounded, and it was deliberately suppressed to a low level. I wonder if Ning Ning heard it.
Pei Ji's voice was jerky but soft, and said softly to her, "Good night."