There are not many people in the official residence of the county order, and the only one who enters the master's study is the girl Qin'er.

Heyang County is adjacent to Luoyang, and there are two sects around the Sword Washing Pavilion and the Heyang Gun Pavilion, whether it is the government or the Xianmen, there is a lot of power here, and it has naturally been smooth and stable for thousands of years. Although it is not to the exaggerated point of not picking up the road and not closing the door at night, there is really nothing happening all year round.

As the magistrate of Heyang County, Lu Youli is actually a peace official who only eats public food but does not have to do things, and spends most of his time outside the mountains and rivers every day, and only comes back once at the end of the month when he goes to the mansion of Lord Tongzhi for a routine debriefing.

The old man has been here for nearly two years, and he has spoken to her even more than a sentence every day.

His own master has always liked to be alone, no family, let alone relatives and friends, after careful calculation, his closest person in this world is Qin'er himself.

Qin'er felt that this was her chance.

Although she is just a girl, her appearance is not bad, if she has a gorgeous robe draped over her body, she asks herself if she is no worse than those ladies from high-ranking and dignitary families.

Moreover, Lu Youli was born in a poor family, and he did not have much prejudice against them, officials and slaves, and in the few conversations, there were mostly thoughtful words of hush and warmth, which seemed approachable.

Qin'er felt that her old man was not the kind of cold-faced and cold-hearted person, he just didn't like to talk. If you can climb to his bed one day, even if it is just to be a concubine, you will not have to live such a hard life in the future.

She has no money, so she can't dress up too good-looking, so she can only try to dress plainly, be thoughtful, and appear in front of Lu Youli a few more times when he rarely returns.

For most of the past half a month, although Lu Youli still goes out alone from time to time, he can come back after dinner every day, which makes Qin'er a little happy.

She won't be the head scratching posture of those dusty women, even if she can, she can't do that with a thin skin, in the end, Qin'er knows that she has the intention of being a woman of Lu Youli, but there is not much effort to make for it, probably taking advantage of serving Lu Youli every morning when she is living, intentionally or unintentionally, she has a little physical contact, and tries to smile sweeter when she smiles at him.

Qin'er felt that doing this by herself still had some effect.

Especially in the past few days, when the master is at home, he will also pay attention to her from time to time.

To be a subordinate, the most important thing is to observe words and looks, and she can barely understand the light in Lu Youli's eyes.

Half is desire, the other half is restraint.

Qin'er smiled.

It's hard to get started. A man's thoughts about a woman, as long as he succeeds in stirring up a small fire, no matter how good his patience and self-control are, it is just a little delay in the time of the attack, and one day, the spark will grow into a prairie fire and be out of control.

With such a sign, Qin'er knew that she was about half of the battle.

In a few more days, Lu Youli would stay in the mansion and finish breakfast, and would not leave until it was close to noon, and he would come back early before dinner. In the meantime, as long as Lu Youli is in the mansion, he will ask Qin'er to serve on his side, and the time spent alone between the two began to get longer and longer.

Today, when Lu Youli was about to go out at noon, he suddenly turned around and said to Qin'er with a smile: "Today, you go out with me." ”。

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Jiang Ning stood on the two thousand steps of the Sword Yin Ladder. Underneath are a full nine thousand swords.

At this moment, it was as if nine thousand voices were whispering in his heart.

If those sword groans at the beginning only made him a little upset and depressed, now the nine thousand sword groans are already quite heavy in his heart!

There is a limit to what a person can carry physically, and there is also a limit to what he can carry mentally. If you can't withstand this pressure but insist on moving forward, it is very likely that it will cause indelible damage to the ethereal spirit in your Mud Pill Palace.

Jiang Ning took another step forward, those whispers disappeared, and the pressure in the whole person's heart was empty.

The first two thousand layers of Jianming Mountain are all tests of a person's self-control and willpower, and to put it more bluntly, in fact, it can be said that the test is whether a person has a sword heart and whether the sword heart is pure.

Above the two thousand floors, to the three thousand steps, there is only one sword in each step.

The Sword Yin Ladder Road has come here, and there is no longer the shackles of the formation. Whether it was sword qi or sword intent, it was no longer suppressed by the formation.

At the side of the stairs of the two thousand and one step, there was only a lone sword.

It was a red big sword carved with the sun, not only did there be a sword groan, but a fierce sword qi appeared in an instant, and without waiting for Jiang Ning to resist, it directly drilled into his body. Jiang Ning's back was slightly rickety.

Jiang Ning's face changed, careless!

What burst out of the red sword was not sword intent, but a wonderful and indescribable sword dao artistic conception.

Jiang Ning seemed to be in a vast and boundless desert, with a blazing sun overhead, slowly and rhythmically oppressing.

Every time the Great Day was pressed, the pressure on Jiang Ning's heart was heavier, heavier than the previous whispers of the ninety-nine thousand swords combined. Jiang Ning's heart seemed to give birth to a villain, and the villain's face was none other than himself. It's just that at this time, both his body and the villain were completely imprisoned by an unknown force, and he could only stand quietly in place and passively bear it.

The big day was still slowly pressing, and Jiang Ning's chest had a stuffy breath that was accumulating more and more, and he couldn't breathe.

Wow, Jiang Ning vomited out a mouthful of blood, and the pressure from the top of his head was reduced a little.

The villain and Jiang Ning himself still stood in place, unable to move. The great sun had gradually come to the top of his head, the heat was steaming, and the little man in his heart began to burn from head to toe, and the pain in the process was no less than being really thrown into the fire.

Cold sweat flowed, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

After Jiang Ning, in addition to Chen Qingping, a poor girl from Shenaping, Chen Qingyao, Ye Xuan and Qingluo walked side by side, and they had already come to the top of the 1,500-story stairs. The expressions of the three of them were a little solemn at this time, and the whispers in their hearts were accumulating more and more at this time, which had become a huge burden for the three of them.

Chen Qingyao raised his head and looked at Jiang Ning, who had already walked to the top of the two thousand and one steps above, and his fighting spirit rose.

In a trance, he seemed to see a translucent red flame burning Jiang Ning's whole body. But when he looked closely, there was nothing but the bloodshot at the corners of his mouth, as if everything he had seen before had never existed before.

The fire intensified, and Jiang Ning still couldn't move a finger. Soon, the villain in his heart was completely wiped out by the scorching sun.

Jiang Ning took a hard breath and regained control of his body.

"Artistic conception!" Jiang Ning muttered.

It turned out that everything that happened just now was the artistic conception contained in that big sword.

The artistic conception of the spiritual weapon with artistic conception can be regarded as a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

The Eight Domains have a unified division of the levels of spiritual weapons: lower grade spiritual weapons, middle grade spiritual weapons, upper grade spiritual weapons and best spiritual weapons.

What can simply be stretched and retracted, transformed from the mind into size, and integrated into the cultivator's body is a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Having an aura that even has a variety of artistic conceptions is a medium grade.

After the birth of a machine spirit with independent will, the spirit weapon can be called a high-grade spirit.

As for the last kind of superb spiritual weapon, it is that the spiritual weapon can complete the transformation like the demon clan, and at this realm, the spiritual weapon can already be regarded as entering the ranks of living beings, and the power will naturally be several times or even dozens of times greater than that of ordinary spiritual weapons.

The string of cat bells in Que'er's hand that can turn into a black cat at any time is a superb spiritual weapon!

The same situation is still happening, Jiang Ning stepped into the two thousand and second level in one step, a water-blue long sword shone brightly, and Jiang Ning's heart reborn a villain. The villain was standing quietly on the surface of the sea, there were thousands of waves rushing from a distance, he still couldn't move, he could only stand in place and watch, let the monstrous waves go down, drowning his whole person at the bottom of the sea.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Jiang Ning's mouth, and then he woke up again. He lifted his foot slightly, and stepped on the two thousand and third steps of the Sword Ladder Path.

Since you won't die, you might as well move on.

After spitting out those two mouthfuls of blood, Jiang Ning felt the difference in his body. The true yuan has not changed in any way, but the spiritual villain in his heart, after dying once, has become more and more condensed the second time, and he can hold on for a longer time under the suppression of the artistic conception of those medium-grade spiritual weapons.

Three-order, fourth-order, fifth-order!

Jiang Ning is still moving forward. With each step, the time consumed becomes longer and longer.

This time, Chen Qingyao stopped at the 1,900th step, and Ye Xuan and Qingluo could still walk two or three steps forward, but they all chose to stop by his side.

It was already evening, and everyone gathered at the foot of Jianming Mountain, looking at the back of Jiang Ning, who was still climbing.

Two thousand and ninety-seven steps, there are still nine hundred and three steps from the top of the mountain!

There were a lot of people who came to wash the sword pavilion and walked the mountain road, and after hearing that a cultivator who had walked through two thousand steps appeared, even those who had already walked through the mountain road, most of them did not choose to go home, but like Hongshuang and a few of them, they stood densely at the foot of the mountain, wanting to witness this scene that has not been encountered in a hundred years. Can that person come down from the mountain, if you can go up to make a friend, that's the best, if not, it's good to talk casually and mix a familiar face, even if you can't even mix it with your eyes, as long as you can see this extremely rare scene, it's worth the trip, and when you go back to talk to the younger generations about what you have seen and heard, you can have a boasting capital that you can handle.

Time passed day by day, Jiang Ning's footsteps changed from fast to slow and then faster, until the eleventh day, Jiang Ning stepped on the third thousandth staircase that everyone dreamed of, his face looked extremely pale, but there was a shining look in his eyes that was not as bright as starlight!

Jiang Ning pointed at the sword, and with a sword facing the sky, the entire mountain resounded with the sound of Qingyue's passionate sword groan, and then, the 100,000 swords on the sword sound mountain were silenced in unison!

A sword sounds, ten thousand swords!