Dark clouds rolled overhead, and in the dense rain, the gray sky was cold.

The thunderstorm has passed, and the lightning and thunder from above are real celestial phenomena.

Ning Chang looked at the south with a dazed expression.

This trance is very fatal.

His spirit was suddenly grabbed by something, and the pain of his soul was not even inferior to when he was stabbed by the little girl who was robbed by the demon before.

"When did you wake up?" Ning asked for a long time, with a little pain.

In his body, the familiar voice was unprecedentedly cold: "When you came out of the abyss, I woke up." ”

It was the voice of the sword spirit.

Ning was silent for a long time and said, "Why didn't you do it before?"

Sword Spirit said: "Because that woman is here." ”

Ning Chang said, "Do you still decide to take me?"

Sword Spirit said coldly: "I told you at the beginning...... It's just that over the years, you may have been lucky, thinking that I wouldn't do anything to you. ”

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "No, I think you are very good like this, and the sword heart from the beginning is worthy of the killing move of the Heavenly Oracle Sword Sutra." ”

Sword Spirit said: "Actually, I don't really like the sword of the Heavenly Oracle Sword Sutra. ”

"Why?" asked Ning Chang.

The sword spirit replied: "Because this is an assassination sword, the real strong cannot be assassinated, such as the god who sits and watches the heavens and the earth, I want to ask for a sword, the real fastest and strongest sword, this is my long-cherished wish." ”

The sword spirit paused and continued, "If I want to use a sword, I must first be able to hold a sword. I don't want to be held in my hands. ”

Ning Chang said: "I appreciate your wishes, but it's a pity that you want to give up from me, so I can't support you." ”

Between the words, the spiritual power of the two pulled each other, fighting for the initiative of this body.

Ning Chang's face was sometimes flat, sometimes indifferent, constantly switching between a sentient person and a ruthless sword.

Ning Chang's words were still calm, and he said, "You can't win against me." ”

The sword spirit was silent for a while, and said softly, "I know. ”

It sighed, "This is the dictation of fate...... What's more, even the Sinner King failed to kill you. But I still don't understand, I know all the swords you know, why can't I win against you?"

Ning Chang sat cross-legged in the rain, and the lightning flashed his figure to the sky.

His white clothes were wet, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his originally youthful and delicate eyebrows and eyes were now sharper.

He doesn't need a sword spirit to snatch up, he is already like a sword, a straight, unsheathed blade.

Ning Chang said: "Since you don't understand, then I'll let you understand." ”

Behind Ning Changjiu, the divine soul floated up as if it were nothing, and in the drizzle, the phantom of the divine soul seemed to shatter at the touch of a button.

The phantom and the body closed their eyes at the same time.

Then, a heavy rain also fell on Ning's boundless heart lake, and the original mirror-like heart lake was vast in a blink of an eye.

The gray-haired shadow of the sword spirit stood quietly in the heart lake. Then, Ning Changjiu's spirit also turned into the size of a mustard seed and came to the heart lake, confronting him calmly.

The rain in the heart lake is illusory, just the resonance of the mind with the outside world.

But the ripples under their feet are real.

On the heart lake, this battle began quietly.

They began to face each other, exactly the same sword, thousands of sword shadows simulated by the gods, shrouded in the sky above the heart lake, those sword images were soldiers in armor and ready to fight, in the beating of the war drums lined up one after another, showing bright and bright weapons, the sound of the weapon out of the sheath was like the rustle of a huqin.

Ning sat cross-legged for a long time, and he was already settled.

The sky was cloudy and rainy, and I didn't know when it would stop.

......

......

It has been nearly two years since Ning fell into the abyss.

More than a year passed by in the Broken City, and when they crossed the sundial, they once again passed through the plane of absolute time flow, and when they came out, the harsh winter that should have arrived had passed quietly, the snow melted, the cherry blossoms in the wilderness were all in full bloom, and in the rain of late spring, the sound of the stream ran into the distance.

Even though so much time has passed, Ning Xiaoling still couldn't help but be distracted for a long time when she looked at the bluebird painting scroll in the window.

It was rain outside the window.

According to the folk saying, after this rain, summer is coming again.

This is the second summer after the senior brother left.

Ning Xiaoling pushed the door open, and the bead curtain shattered her delicate eyebrows.

She will be sixteen years old this year, and she will be seventeen in a few months.

The girl is no longer the youngest disciple in the inner peak, her eyebrows are becoming more and more calm, she doesn't like to dress up, she always has a plain face, white clothes and black belts, and her head is full of immature green silk and is only tied in the middle with a hair rope, which naturally hangs down, and is almost to the waist.

She was still petite, but she was much taller, and her breasts were slightly bulging, as if the tide had receded, revealing the mountains that had been hidden under her for a long time.

If Lu Marrying is a worldly immortal sword that is not stained with fine dust, then Ning Xiaoling is a beautifully carved small blade.

And on weekdays, many people in Fengzhong also regard her as the successor of Lu Marriage.

It's just that in the past two years, Fengli often said that this little senior sister Ning was going to a big sect called the Ancient Spirit Sect in Middle-earth to practice.

The Ancient Spirit Sect was originally called the Netherworld Dao Spirit Sect, but later the word Netherworld was taboo, so it was removed, and the sect master's favorite granddaughter was named Gu Ling, so it was renamed the Gu Ling Sect.

It is a famous sect in Middle-earth, located in the legendary site of the underworld, and has a very high attainment in the art of exorcism and soul control. Legend has it that they also have a share of the scattered authority of the Immortal King, and each official disciple can enjoy a part of it as a bonus to assist in the cultivation path.

But two years have passed, but Ning Xiaoling has not set off for a long time.

Today is the second year since my brother left. He still hasn't returned.

Ning Xiaoling came to his room and cleaned the dust-free room again, but no matter how clean it was, the scrolls on those cases were still eroded and yellowed by the years.

In the sound of the drizzling rain, Ning Xiaoling cleaned up the house.

She crouched down and pulled out a red letter from the bottom compartment of the desk.

It was the marriage letter between Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er.

Ning Xiaoling opened it and read it as usual, with a soft expression.

If Senior Brother and Sister Zhao were together, that scene would definitely be interesting......

It took her a long moment to put the letter back under the table, and when she returned to her room, she took the porcelain vase and tapped it gently.

In the porcelain vase, Han Xiaosu's shadow floated out: "Sister Xiaoling, what's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Your soul has almost recovered, I'll send you back, along the way, I'll tell you the story of what happened in Linhe City back then." ”

Han Xiaosu looked a little panicked: "This is my home." ”

Ning Xiaoling smiled lightly: "With me here, of course I won't drive you away, but I'm leaving." ”

"Where is Sister Xiaoling going?" Han Xiaosu was taken aback, and immediately thought of those rumors: "Is my sister going to Middle-earth?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "Well, I'm going to find my senior brother." ”

Han Xiaosu was puzzled: "Hmm, isn't Ning Gongzi in the Southern Wilderness......

Ning Xiaoling said softly: "There is a saying in the book that if you are looking for someone, you will fall into the Yellow Spring, and the blue fall is too high and too far, and I can't become an immortal." But Huangquan might be able to give it a try. ”

Han Xiaosu gets along with her day and night, and naturally understands her intentions - even if Ning Chang is dead, she will get him back from the underworld.

Han Xiaosu sighed softly and said, "Although the Ancient Spirit Sect is a great sect, the path of the Netherworld is by no means a great avenue to heaven, and my sister is now shining in the sword path, why bother?"

Ning Xiaoling's voice was calm and firm: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

......

Ning Xiaoling, dressed in a white dress, took a sword boat to Linhe City, and in the drizzle of Linhe City, Han Xiaosu reluctantly flowed into the river.

The river that passed by the dress did not shine on her shadow.

"It's so cold in here. Han Xiaosu hugged his shoulders.

Ning Xiaoling said softly: "This city is also very cold, after that time, many people who survived with great difficulty also moved away, and now the rest of the city are mostly widows and widows who can't get out, and in the future, you will set up a shrine here, and slowly become a river god from the river spirit, and become their incense." So anything can be cold, but your heart can't, you know?"

The girl's words were like admonitions, but they were as soft as a spring breeze, Han Xiaosu was half soaked in water, hugged her body and nodded gently.

Ning Xiaoling rubbed her head and said goodbye to her.

Han Xiaosu watched her back disappear at the end, reluctantly shaking her ghostly body, swimming like a fish and sinking to the bottom of this familiar and unfamiliar river.

More than a year ago, Zhao Xiang'er killed King Jin with a single sword in black clothes, watched the fire in the palace, and admired the flowers outside the palace, attracting countless thunderstorms, and stepped into the purple court.

This is already a well-known story.

No matter how fierce and sonorous they write about the struggle of the country in this story, the ending of the story is already known.

That assassination not only seriously damaged the morale of the Jin Kingdom, but also made the Rong Guo, who originally wanted to take advantage of the fisherman's profits, tremble, the lord of the Rong Kingdom is also an old man, he has even boiled his son to death, and the eldest grandson has been boiled to mutiny, such an old man who is unwilling to hand over the power in his hands is the most afraid of death.

After the assassination of the Jin State, he hurriedly ordered someone to repair the Zhao State, expressing his willingness to give up all the land he had invaded that year, and willing to send troops together to help him swallow the Jin State.

Zhao Xiang'er accepted the returned territories, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave a city alone, and that city was in the center of those territories, called Baicheng. In this white city, the flag of Rongguo is still planted abruptly.

After that, the war between Zhao and Jin became more and more smooth, from the initial stalemate to the one-sided behind, and even the famous generals of Jin directly led troops to surrender.

The battle that was supposed to be fought for many years was clearly divided into winners and losers in just one year.

Everyone felt that the Jin Kingdom was coming to an end, but after Zhao Xiang'er recaptured all the territory, he did not continue to send troops to destroy the Jin Kingdom, but allowed the two countries to carry out some commercial cooperation.

Over the years, Ning Xiaoling and Zhao Xiang'er have met occasionally, drinking and watching flowers in the palace together, and talking about their hearts.

Today, after Ning Xiaoling left Linhe City, she also went to see Zhao Xiang'er.

Zhao Xiang'er has not been to the court these days, and has always lived in seclusion in the deep palace.

She is not wearing a dragon robe, wearing a thin spring coat, the embroidery on the shirt is delicate and elegant, with her more and more proud figure, when slowly walking between the courtyards, you can overwhelm the spring flowers of the courtyard, and there are colorful butterflies around the body to peck lightly, as if the embroidery on her spring clothes is the first fragrance in the world.

The drizzle is murmuring, and the spring twilight is red and falling to the ground.

In the cold and foggy weather, Ning Xiaoling came to her bedroom as if no one was around. She has a jade plaque given by Zhao Xiang'er, and the entire palace can come and go freely.

The girl was like a plum in the snow when she was in the Sword Heavenly Sect, cold and proud, but in front of Zhao Xiang'er, she was more like a little girl who had just come out of the boudoir.

Ning Xiaoling took the umbrella and walked gently into the quiet palace where the curtain was moving.

There was no lamp in the hall, the beams hanging the curtains were damp, and they looked even older, and the arrangement in the hall was symmetrical and old-fashioned, like an old pedant, only the gauze outside the lamp swayed faintly the shadow of flowers.

In the ancient hall, Zhao Xiang'er sat in front of the dark desk, with a scorched tail guqin on the desk, and a furnace of incense burned next to the piano, surrounded by green smoke.

Zhao Xiang'er's porcelain white and tender fingertips gently swept over the strings, the sound of the piano cut into the rain curtain clearly, the incense of the furnace was shaking, and the smoke and rain were even more poignant, Ning Xiaoling, who was dressed in white clothes and hair, sat behind her silently, looking at Zhao Xiang'er's beautiful and poignant back, and quietly listened to this song.

Zhao Xianger has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and all of them are at the national level.

But after she finished her studies, she rarely touched it again.

The song was not long, and soon dispersed into the spring rain, and the lingering aftersound was also suppressed by the sound of the rain.

Zhao Xiang'er's slender fingers pressed the silver strings, and beside the slightly drooping mantis head, the black hair fell softly, covering her side face, and her delicate eyebrows faintly dispersed the incense covered by the piano.

"Are you leaving?" Zhao Xiang'er didn't look back and asked softly.

Ning Xiaoling said: "Sister Zhao too?"

Zhao Xiang'er snorted and said, "I should have left a long time ago, but I want to wait until after the three-year appointment." ”

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Is there a chance to meet in the future?"

Zhao Xiang'er knew where she was going, and she knew that it would be difficult to meet again in the future, but she still nodded: "Yes." ”

Ning Xiaoling smiled lightly: "After Sister Zhao leaves, what should Zhao Guo do?"

Zhao Xiang'er lowered her eyebrows, while looking at the wood grain on the guqin, she said: "Even if there is no me in the Zhao State today, there will be no danger of losing the country in a few decades. ”

Ning Xiaoling listened quietly, she looked at Zhao Xiang'er's back, and couldn't help but ask a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time: "Sister Zhao, are you...... Have you ever liked my brother?"

Zhao Xiang'er's hand stroking the qin paused slightly, she tilted her head a little, and smiled faintly: "If you want to know, let him ask me in person." ”

Ning Xiaoling looked at Zhao Xiang'er's side face with a slight expression.

More than two years have washed away the childishness of her eyebrows and eyes, Ning Xiaoling looked at the beautiful side face, and there was always a moment of trance, as if she was the Luo Shen in the poem, and interpreted every ray of beauty to the extreme.

Ning Xiaoling came back to her senses and asked again: "Then if Senior Brother comes back, will Sister Zhao still fulfill the marriage letter?"

Zhao Xiang'er shook her head lightly: "Naturally not, I am not your master......"

The girl wanted to speak and stopped.

Ning Xiaoling didn't believe it, she asked, "Why?"

Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a long time before she spoke quietly: "When I was very young, my mother said four words to me, and I always remember those four words. ”

"What four words?"

"It's all over Zhao. ”

......

......

When Ning Xiaoling returned to the sect, it was already dusk, and she took one last look at everything in the peak.

Le Rou stood outside with an umbrella.

After Ning Xiaoling came out, Le Rou gently hugged her, and then took out a booklet from her arms and handed it to her.

"What is this?" Ning Xiaoling took the booklet and flipped through it, finding that it was all blank.

Le Rou said seriously: "There are two copies of this booklet, one for me and one for you, and when we are separated, we will each record interesting things, and when we meet next time, we will exchange them." ”

Ning Xiaoling smiled, put the booklet in his arms, and said, "In the future, without me, you are not allowed to be lazy in sword practice." ”

Le Rou was a little annoyed and said: "Obviously, I am the senior sister, how can you always teach me a lesson." ”

Ning Xiaoling stood under her umbrella, and the two walked side by side on a mountain road.

Le Rou asked, "Do you want to go see Master together?"

Ning Xiaoling hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, but don't disturb her this time, Senior Brother has already left, if I want to leave again, no matter how calm the master is, I know that her heart will be sad." ”

Le Rou sighed and said, "Master and Senior Sister are the same people. ”

So they went to the Southern Wilderness before dark, and glanced at Lu Marrying from a long distance.

Her back is still so clear, even if she looks at the flowers through the forest mist, she still forgets the vulgar and can't bear to leave.

After Ning Xiaoling and Le Rou left, Lu turned around and looked.

She actually knows everything.

In the smoke and rain, her slender shadow became more and more lonely.

......

......

On the mountain road to the west of the southern wilderness, a child wearing a hat suddenly shouted "Monster", and then fled into the water, swam to the opposite bank, and burrowed into the fishing village.

The one called a monster by the little fisherman is a man with gray hair almost wrapped in it.

The man was not tall, and his face surrounded by gray hair had the fortitude of a boy and the grace of a girl, and he could not distinguish the gender.

He walked to the river, looked at himself reflected in the shadow of the water, and held out his hand.

His hand shook and turned into a sword.

He held his sword and made a cut around his neck.

The long hair wrapped around the body fell down at once, and every strand was a sword wire that was unique in the world.

He picked up the sword wires and threw them into the river, which was a chance to be buried.

He looked back at his shadow in the river.

At this moment, his hair is terrifyingly neat, like a big watermelon covering his head, looking dull, which does not match his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and at the root of his hair, the gray hair is slowly turning black.

"What do you think of this body?" another white-clothed young man walked out of the valley, his face pale and tired.

The young man in white is naturally Ning Changchang.

Previously, he had started a battle with the sword spirit, from early morning to sunset, until all the sword moves were exhausted, and all the laws were one, and they used the sword at the same time.

Sword Spirit was ultimately defeated.

The difference between the defeat and the defeat was very small, but it still decided the victory.

It doesn't regret or feel sad, because he has done his best, Ruoning has not had the opportunity of Broken Boundary City for a long time, there is no Shura Divine Record, and there is no law of time...... No, these are not the most important things, the most important thing is that its sword heart is no longer clear.

Of course, the sword that kills must be the fastest with the intent of killing.

But it knew that if you asked yourself, it was unwilling to kill Ning for a long time.

The difference is a fraction of a second, and the outcome is reversed......

Originally, it was defeated, and Ning Chang could directly devour and refine it.

It awaits the judgment of fate.

After Ning Changjiu's soul returned to his place, he did not devour the defeated sword spirit, but pressed his hand to his chest, pulled out the silver sword directly, and directly cut it off from his body, giving up control of the sword to the sword spirit.

So the sword became the body of the sword spirit, and he changed from a spirit to a man.

And Ning Chang not only lost this silver sword, but Shura's physique was no longer perfect, but became a defective product with only half the power.

"Even if it's me, I feel sorry for you. Sword Spirit said.

Ning Chang said: "Senior brother told me that if you pay, there will always be a return. ”

Sword Spirit said: "It's hard for me to repay you. ”

Ning Changchang said with a smile: "When I get married in the future, no one will disturb me in my heart, isn't it also a reward?"

Sword Spirit was a little helpless.

He actually knew that a person like Ning Changjiu would not kill himself. Maybe it's people like him who can become so strong.

He bowed earnestly to Ning Chang.

The sword spirit looked at his mutilated Shura body and said, "You don't have the Shura body to rely on, how can you beat your legendary fiancée?"

Ning Changchang said with a smile: "Killing chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife? Beating that little girl with the sword of Shura is too trivial and making a big fuss." ”

The sword spirit sneered: "You men really only say bad things behind your back, if you really meet, you don't know what a shameful appearance you should be." ”

"You men?" Ning Changjiu asked, "Aren't you?"

The sword spirit was silent for a while and said, "I don't know. ”

He has not yet decided on his gender.

Ning Chang said: "Then have you thought of your name?"

The sword spirit said seriously: "I will think of the name when I determine the gender." ”

Ning Changchang sneered slightly: "You should be giving birth to a child?"

The sword spirit glared at him coldly.

Ning Chang looked at his watermelon head and smiled softly.

"Are you leaving?" asked Ning Changjiu.

"Well, I've been reading books with that old man for so many years in the book pavilion, and I'm very bored, and I've long wanted to go and see the world outside the book by myself. The sword spirit said: "You go to see your woman, I will go to see my rivers and lakes, and leave it at that." ”

Ning Changchang hugged his fists and said: "Don't let the young man go." ”

Before leaving, Jian Ling still said: "By the way, don't listen to that red-headed chicken's nonsense, Zhao Xiang'er is not as good as Lord Lu Feng, even if you have to marry, let Lu marry first." ”

Fortunately, Blood Feather Jun is not here, otherwise it would have been a fierce war of words.

Another parting.

The sword spirit disappeared into the vast landscape.

The smile on Ning Changjiu's face was finally replaced by exhaustion and pain, and he clutched his chest and coughed incessantly, coughing up a lot of blood.

Shura Shenlu forcibly separated, and the backlash against him was greater than he imagined.

But it's just a choice.

It's getting dark.

After Ning Changjiu simply recuperated from his injuries, he lifted his sword into the air and swept in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The Red River that surrounds the Southern Wilderness is already in sight.

In the night sky after the rain, the quiet galaxy flows overhead, and the mountains pass under the sword.

These are unfamiliar landscapes.

Along the way, only the winding Red River walked with him.

His sword flew faster and faster, crossing the mountains and rivers, and stepping on the starlight.

The waning moon, which is as clear as a mirror, from the bottom to the heart of the sky, and then strokes a lonely arc, gradually sinking into the distance.

After a long time, the sky lit up.

Then the morning light gradually turned to twilight again.

Mountains and rivers are far away.

The Southern Wilderness is too far away.

Even if he cultivated with the Purple Court Realm, it still took nearly a month of days and nights to finally reach the south of Nanzhou.

The landscape is gradually familiar, like an old man meeting.

He didn't go to the Four Peaks.

When he touched the small flying sky array back then, he knew that Lu Marry would definitely be waiting for him at the edge of the abyss.

He followed the old road, slowly passed through the mountains and forests, crossed the Red River, and came to the southern wilderness.

There is a newly built road in the Southern Wilderness.

That road follows the traces left by the nine babies who ran over the mountains and fields.

Ning Chang slowly stepped onto the gravel road.

Dawn quietly came, and the mountains and mountains gradually woke up.

The abyss unfolded in front of you enormously.

But he didn't look at the abyss.

Beside the wooden house, the long-lost figure swayed through the shadows of the trees, stealing all his attention.

At that time, the morning light rises behind the mountains, and they cross the mountains in bundles, penetrating into the rain-damp forest, and are refracted by each dewdrop, dividing the morning color into ten thousand rays of light.

Some of them are intertwined on this short road, like a curtain of light woven by silk, and some fall on the soft undulating snow shadows, like the makeup painted by heaven and earth.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and gently touched the light flow in front of him.

Xu was dewy in the early morning, and his eyes gradually moistened.

It was a scene he had only seen in his dreams.

Today, he finally didn't have to wake up.

......

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(I love this chapter)

(Thank you to the helmsman Luoyang for watching the sunset! Thank you for your support and encouragement~)