The night was silent, the lights were dim, Ning Chang looked at her expressionlessly, and his already extremely light eyes were almost transparent.

It was a moment of confusion.

He quickly calmed down, like the spark that flickered on the sleeve of his green shirt.

"It's a good time to recuperate, don't think about it. He said, "I will always be your brother." ”

Ning Xiaoling looked at him fearfully.

Ning Chang looked at her face, the girl subconsciously shrank back, and her body touched the wall, and she trembled.

In the chaos of thoughts, Ning Changjiu turned to leave, the lights went out, Ning Xiaoling shrank in the corner, looking at the dark front in horror, as if her courage had been exhausted, she slumped on the bed, holding her face with her hands, and tears overflowed between her pale and dry fingers.

Smack.

Ning Chang closed the door.

The autumn rain outside did not stop, Ning Chang moved a chair and sat by the door, and the sixteen-year-old boy sat like this, with a somewhat old attitude.

"Who the hell am I......" Ning repeated the question for a long time.

He had been pondering this question for a whole afternoon, and during this time the rain was slow and heavi, but he could not give him an answer.

On that terrifying night five days ago, Ning Baoshui slapped a palm on the top of his head, the Heavenly Spirit Cave opened, and countless evil spirit fish rushed in, just when his soul was about to be devoured in an instant, deep in his body, something seemed to wake up all of a sudden.

It was a strange consciousness, which seemed to come from a gray and desolate "prison field".

Then he woke up from his coma, only to feel that the heavens and the earth were clear, and countless mysterious and incredible Dao methods appeared in his memory as if they were natural.

He flicked a finger and looked at the torn corpse, two very different memories collided in his mind.

In another memory, his original name was Zhang Jiu, and after entering the master with the second senior brother, he said that the master did not like this surname, so he changed it to long-term, taking the meaning of long-term long-term life. And he chose a surname himself, because the word "Ning" is like a sword, so he chose Ning.

Twenty-four years of monasticism passed through my mind like fragments, and the light flashed in a hurry.

At the end of the memory, I went back to the question that Ning Xiaoling asked him two days ago.

"What do you remember?"

"I remembered that Master had killed me. ”

This brief conversation was the end of his last life.

It is also the starting point of this life.

So which Ning Chang is he?

"Senior sister, you once said that outside the hidden country, people cannot be resurrected after death. Ning Changjiu asked himself softly: "Then what am I?"

......

......

In the depths of the imperial city, a series of attics stood along the long staircase, which should have been a star-studded temple, but only the charred ruins remained.

The road to the ruins has been blocked, and guards have been guarding it with lanterns overnight.

"Who?"

One of the guards suddenly shouted.

The faint light illuminated the rain, and in the night rain ahead, a figure walking with an umbrella was faintly outlined.

It was an old red umbrella, with a dense and neat umbrella bone supporting the dark red umbrella surface, and the rain knocked down, jumped, shattered, and turned into a thick mist.

The night is like water.

The umbrella had slowly crossed over, and the tip of the shoe exposed under the skirt stepped over the water that trickled down the stone steps, and the sound was soft.

The lantern in the guard's hand shook violently, and he looked at the girl standing with an umbrella, her hand already pressed on the scabbard.

The girl stopped, she untied a jade plaque from her waist and handed it over calmly.

The guard took the jade plaque uncertainly and looked at it carefully, while the other guard took a look at it and hurriedly knelt down in the rain, and said respectfully and humbly: "Welcome...... Welcome Your Highness back to the palace!"

The guard holding the jade plate instantly understood, and the huge fear also made him kneel, "Your Highness, you...... It's back. ”

The girl hummed softly, took back the jade card, stepped over the cracked stone steps, and walked towards the ruined palace at the end.

In front of the ruins, the umbrella was slightly raised, and the electric light tore open the sky at the right time, and her face was reflected in the bright and extinguished light.

The girl's eyebrows were delicate, and the green silk dipped in water ruffled her snow-like cheeks, and in those lacquer-like eyes, electric light flashed.

After a while, the sound of autumn thunder rumbled past my ears.

The girl suddenly put the umbrella beside her, and knelt down against the ruins with her slender body.

"The daughter is sorry for her mother, the student is sorry for the husband, and the courtier is sorry for the common people. ”

The autumn rain wet her long hair and her skirt, and the girl's voice was very soft, like a drizzle swaying with the wind at the moment:

"Xiang'er...... Why is it in vain?"

In the night, the girl knocked down gently.

......

In the early morning, the autumn rain stopped for a while, the clouds did not disperse, and the sky was still dark.

Ning Xiaoling drank the medicine and ate the porridge, wore a white single coat, covered with a light-colored robe, sat on the bed, and meditated in a rare way.

Ning Chang cleaned up the porcelain bowl of the stove and cleaned the slag, the floor was cleaned spotlessly by him, and the desk was neatly arranged, and when he did all this, he was extremely familiar.

Ning Xiaoling secretly squinted at him and did not make a sound.

Ning Chang pretended not to see her looking at herself.

Both of them seemed to have forgotten about last night's conversation, and they both did their own thing.

"Yesterday, someone came to spread the word that Master's body has been examined today, and in order to prevent the corpse from changing, it will be burned under the Nine Spirits Platform today. It was Ning Changjiu who took the lead in breaking the calm: "Go and see?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly adjusted, and she said quietly: "That old ...... Master, he almost killed us, what's there to see?"

Ning Chang asked, "You don't want to know the murderer?"

Ning Xiaoling glanced at him, a chill in his heart, suppressed the thought hidden in the depths of his heart, and said without changing his face: "I heard that there is a big ghost called the Sparrow Ghost hidden in the imperial city, and he has killed many people, and those people are extremely miserable. ”

Ning Changchang asked, "What do you think of Master's Dao Method?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said, "Although I hate him, his Taoism is very exquisite, I have been to so many big families to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts before, and I have never seen him miss it, this time...... It's strange that someone died unexplained. ”

Ning Changjiu nodded, judging from the eyes of the people under the mountain, Ning Zhushui is indeed a master.

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That's it, let's live our own lives in the future...... Isn't that right, brother?"

Ning Chang ignored her somewhat evasive gaze and said, "The physical body dies, the spirit is immortal, the scattered will return to heaven and earth, and the gathering will condense into the soul." The more souls there are in the world, the less spiritual quality there is in heaven and earth, and many Taoist priests think that this is not in accordance with the rules. ”

Ning Xiaoling didn't seem to understand: "What does this have to do with us? Do you want to abide by this rule?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "I'm going to stay here and find something, so naturally I have to be famous." ”

Ning Xiaoling was even more misty.

During the conversation, there was a knock on the door three times, and a middle-aged man in an official uniform and hat walked in.

It was the Song side.

He looked at the pair of brothers and sisters and said, "Go and send your master?"

Ning Changchang nodded, grabbed Ning Xiaoling's wrist, and dragged her off the bed, Ning Xiaoling looked at her senior brother with some fear, silently wearing shoes and socks, and didn't say a word.

Song Fang said: "Later, someone will give you two sums of money, although it can't offset the pain of losing your teacher, but it is enough for you to learn a craft and live well." ”

Song Fang thought that after that night, they should not have the heart to continue to be Taoist priests.

Ning Xiaoling bowed and said, "Xiaoling has thanked Master Song." ”

Ning looked at him for a long time: "Why is Lord Song so haggard?"

Song said: "Now the people in the imperial city are panicking, and the palace sent someone to look for the hidden cultivator after he died, but there was no result for half a month......

Ning Changjiu shook his head and interrupted: "It's because last night was not peaceful, and someone in the palace died." ”

Song Fang looked at him in surprise, his expression uncertain.

Ning Chang looked at his face and said seriously: "Since there is no one available, why don't you let me try?"

Song Fang only felt that he was joking, and said slightly angrily: "Your master can't do it, you dare to risk your life after learning a few percent?"

Ning Chang said: "I understand a little." ”

Song Fang couldn't help laughing and said, "Come with me to see your master's bones later, after reading it, I don't know if you can still say such frivolous words." ”

Ning Chang said: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Song Bian was a little impatient: "You entered the hall with your master that night, what happened inside, you forgot it so quickly?

"Since we are Taoist priests, we should undertake the business of slaying demons and eliminating demons. Ning Changjiu said calmly: "Now the master is dead, but I am still alive." ”