A cold light flashed in Ning Chang's arms, the dagger stabbed out first, and then the killing intent came with the sword, the air in the wooden building solidified after a short agitation, and the edge on the dagger was like a piece of snow moving by a violent wind.

The sword stopped in front of Mr. Zhang's body, pressing against the skin of his throat, and a little bead of blood rolled on the dagger.

Mr. Zhang looked at the dagger with hindsight, frowned, and said, "What are you doing......?" Are you doubting me?"

Ning Changjiu gave him a deep look, and then withdrew the dagger in his hand.

His sword was a temptation, but the killing intent couldn't be faked at all.

But Mr. Zhang didn't make any moves.

Ning Changjiu put the dagger into the sheath, then held the sheath with both hands, presented it on the table beside him, and said, "Mr. is offended." ”

Mr. Zhang glanced coldly at the dagger on the table, his eyes could not hide his anger, he touched his neck, sat back in the impermeable antique chair, and sighed: "Go out." ”

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling left the wooden building.

"Senior brother, is it really that we misunderstood him?" Ning Xiaoling asked uncertainly.

Ning Changjiu shook his head resolutely: "It's him." ”

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Why, if Grandpa Zhang is really a master, why didn't he react just now?"

Ning Chang said: "It is precisely because he is a master that he is so calm, where would ordinary people react like this in the face of assassination...... And his calmness was a warning to me. ”

Ning Xiaoling said worriedly: "Then what should I do now?"

Ning Chang said: "What he secretly means is that he won't do anything to us, let us honestly wait for this Halloween to pass, and don't make any more extraneous branches." ”

Ning Xiaoling frowned: "But we two ordinary disciples, what is he doing here with us?"

This is also something that Ning Changjiu wants to know, he suddenly remembered the assassination of Bing Rong that night, at that time, the one who sneaked into the hidden peak and gave Bing Rong the realm was Mr. Zhang?

If this is the case, then it is safe for Lu to marry at this moment.

It's just that what does this old gentleman want to do?

Ning Chang recalled the various behaviors of Mr. Zhang in the previous life, hoping to find some details from them, and then, Ning Chang Chang once again figured out one thing.

The three screens in the Sword Hall hide the sword intent, and there are obvious traces of cultivators in the paintings of Mr. Zhang in the previous life, but in this life, his brushstrokes are only like ordinary mortal painters.

The reason for this should be that his current realm is higher than in the past and his previous life, so he has truly achieved Zangfeng.

In the previous life, Mr. Zhang couldn't hide his edge, perhaps because he was injured......

The person who left the wounded, Ning Changchang already had the answer in his heart - Fourth Senior Sister.

Eight years ago in the previous life, the fourth senior sister came here, and she should have fought with Mr. Zhang, and then took him to Dahe Town, but in this life, for some reason, that battle did not break out.

Ning Xiaoling saw that her senior brother was silent, so she said to herself: "If we can't go back, won't Master have to worry about dying." ”

Ning Chang shook his head and said, "Someone went back instead of us." ”

Ning Xiaoling was surprised: "What?"

Ning Changjiu said an absurd possibility: "Those two paintings have lost their lustre...... There may already be people who are exactly like us, who have returned to the peak for us. ”

Ning Xiaoling thought of the two lifelike paintings, and was terrified: "Can the master find out?"

Ning Chang said: "Lu can see it at a glance, but I am afraid that she will concentrate on retreat and have no chance to see her at all." ”

Ning Xiaoling twisted her fingers and said in a tangled way: "With the relationship between Senior Brother and Master, Master should come to look for you secretly, right?"

Ning was stunned for a long time, looked at Ning Xiaoling, and asked with a wry smile: "I will marry Lu...... What's the relationship?"

Ning Xiaoling was stunned, and immediately said, "Hmm...... An unremarkable master-apprentice relationship!"

Walking through the courtyard where the bamboo shadows swayed, the bamboo rustled and swayed in the wind, the lights lit up the night, and the birds flew back after they left.

Walking into the hall, Ning Chang stopped.

In the darkness, there was a pair of pitiful eyes staring at him.

"Xiaolian?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised and called her name softly.

The little girl must have been awakened by their knock at the door.

Xiaolian opened her mouth and gestured twice with her hand, not knowing what to say.

Ning Changchang seemed to understand, he squatted down, looked at her level, reached out and rubbed her head, and said seriously: "Don't worry, we will help you." ”

Xiaolian stopped what she was doing and nodded vigorously.

......

"Senior brother, have you thought of a way?"

Ning Xiaoling paced back and forth in the room, unable to sleep, while Ning Changjiu sat by the window as always, half covered in moonlight.

Ning Chang replied, "We must get out of this palindrome poem. ”

Ning Xiaoling thought to herself why her senior brother was becoming more and more fond of nonsense, and she continued to ask, "But how can we get out? Could it be that we have to tear down everything in this poem?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head slightly.

Although she was vetoed by her senior brother, Ning Xiaoling felt that she had found the right answer.

The next day, she unfastened the bell on the door, intentionally or unintentionally.

"This bell is so beautiful, can you give it to me when I leave?" Ning Xiaoling shook it in his hand.

Qiusheng was also embarrassed to refuse this immortal sister.

Then, Sister Immortal became more and more lion-minded.

She pulled out the lotus leaf in the water tank at the door, untied the lamp hanging on the wall, climbed up the tall building to drive the little gray finch away, and was pecked hard under the counterattack of the gray finch.

But the Halloween in Hasuda shows no signs of disappearing at all.

She originally thought that it was because the imagery in the poem had not been completely eliminated, she looked at the bamboo and the courtyard wall in a tangled manner, weighing whether if she cut down the bamboo and pushed the wall, would it provoke Mr. Zhang's pursuit.

In the end, she set her eyes on the "bright moon" in the poem, was silent for a long time, and gave up all her thoughts.

She put all the things she had snatched back in their place, quietly waiting for her brother to think of a way to break the game.

Time returned to calm, Ning Chang sat in the room every day, did not drink or eat, silently pondered, dipped his fingers in water from time to time to write something on the table, and finally shook his head to wipe it away.

Ning Xiaoling is in the mood of a blind cat touching a dead mouse, going out to wander every day, or visiting those docile little animals, or going to the ridges to take a look, and sometimes going to the lotus pond to look for the giant python, but the giant python seems to be really frightened, even if the senior brother is not around, it will not surface.

One day, two days...... Time will not slow down because of their anxiety, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the four sword summits in the Heavenly Sect is already approaching.

......

Han Xiaosu hid in the porcelain vase, looking at the painter who was exactly the same as Ning Changjiu, and the worry and fear in her heart made her dare not sleep peacefully.

Two days ago, she tried to escape through the window, but was discovered by the other party.

Han Xiaosu originally thought that she was going to die, but she didn't expect the other party to just say to her coldly: "Go back." ”

Han Xiaosu was granted amnesty, and he hid back in the porcelain vase tremblingly, not daring to look at him.

Next, Ning Changjiu really didn't seem to notice her existence

In the same way, every day he turned into a painting and lay quietly on the bed, sleeping like a human being, and he slept longer and longer.

During this period, Han Xiaosu tried to leave again, but every time she left the bottle, Ning Changjiu would wake up, change from a painting to a human, and stare at her indifferently, as if she would be beaten away in the next moment.

And after Han Xiaosu was forced back to the porcelain vase for the third time, she quickly calmed down, and she suddenly felt that this Ning Changjiu was also afraid of herself.

In the past half a month, he has not reacted superfluously to his existence.

Han Xiaosu imagined that if he were him, he would definitely cut the grass and eradicate the roots, leaving no hidden dangers.

But she was still afraid, she felt that Ning Changjiu was not related to her, and it didn't seem to be worth the risk on her own, and it seemed that he saved himself because of a promise to someone, who was that person?

So the two people in the room confronted each other in silence.

And tonight, in the middle of the hidden peak, a sword sound sounded in a small area, Nan Cheng opened his eyes, and dozens of iron swords inserted around him buzzed and vibrate, and as his mind moved, they were pulled out of the hard rock and hovered beside him.

Nan Cheng, who was wearing a cloak, lifted the long hair that covered his eyes, he spat out a cloudy breath, looking at the flying swords that were hovering neatly, his arms rose and fell, and those flying swords were like a part of his body, and they also rose and fell.

"Is this the acquired sword fetus...... Nan Cheng was in awe, he turned his palm into a fist, and with a sharp grip, those already rusty iron swords slammed into the wall in front of him in unison.

Iron filings fall like autumn leaves.

After tonight, there was the Four Peak Sword, and he happened to form the Acquired Sword Body tonight, and the realm he fell from not only recovered as before, but even went up a long way, and he was only one step away from the Longevity Realm.

The sound of the iron sword crashing faded in my ears.

He was ecstatic at the moment, struggling to find no one to share his joy with, thinking that it would be nice if the senior was there.

That's right...... Where the hell did that senior go?

Nan Cheng's heart was full of worry, he felt that it was no coincidence that he happened to form a sword body today, this must also be within the calculation of that senior, but why didn't he come to see him, was this just a trivial matter in his eyes?

He got rid of these distractions and felt the strength of the sword body, it was a brand-new, incomparable realm, and he indulged in it for a long time before he calmed down.

Nan Cheng took a sword, cut his long hair that he hadn't cut for two years neatly, he walked out of the cave, left the hidden peak, and then remembered something, hesitated for a moment and walked into the library.

He planned to thank Uncle Yan Zhou, if he hadn't recommended him back then, as a young disciple, he might not have the qualifications to get the jade medal and go to the Hidden Peak for retreat.

He walked into the library, and froze.

"Shi ......" He saw Yan Zhou half-lying on the ground, but his back did not touch the floor, he held his sword and put on a strange posture, he originally thought that Yan Zhou was awake and wanted to call him, but before the first word came out, he suddenly realized that Shi Shuzu seemed to be sleepwalking?

But as soon as the word "division" came out, Yan Zhou woke up.

His strange sword frame crumbled, and his body fell to the ground.

The old man opened his eyes, stretched, looked at the sword in his hand strangely, and frowned, as if thinking about why he was holding the sword in his sleep.

Then he set his eyes on the person who entered the library at night.

"Who?" Yan Zhou said in a bad tone to this young man who disturbed his dreams.

Nan Cheng held his sword and saluted, and said a little nervously: "Disciple Nan Cheng, more than two years ago, thanks to the appreciation of his uncle and ancestor, he was able to retreat and practice. ”

Yan Zhou said angrily: "Can't you come during the day?"

Nan Cheng said apologetically: "The disciple was too happy, and wanted to give the good news to his uncle and ancestor earlier, so he didn't pay too much attention to the time." ”

Yan Zhou rubbed his eyes, since Yan Feng's death, he hadn't slept well for several days, and today he finally rested for a while, but he was disturbed by a disciple, he was a little bored, waved his hand, and said, "I know, I know." ”

Nan Cheng knew that it was best for him to leave at this moment, but he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen Yan Zhou's strange sword frame before......

Then, the picture of the senior stabbing the gray-robed old man in the back with a sword flashed in his mind, and it turned out that the sword move was taught to him by Uncle Yan Zhou.

Nan Cheng admired: "Uncle Shi is worthy of being Uncle Shi, and he still doesn't forget to practice swords in his dreams." ”

Yan Zhou wanted to drive him away directly, but this sentence made him stunned: "Practicing swords in your dreams?"

Nan Cheng was slightly surprised: "Uncle Shi is just placing a sword stake." ”

Yan Zhou looked at this young disciple with a serious expression and sneered: "Just because I am a senior and have a high level of seniority, even if I sleepwalk and pose casually, I am practicing swords?"

Nan Cheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Senior Uncle Ancestor...... Isn't it sword training?"

Yan Zhou finally wanted to sleep peacefully, he didn't bother to take care of him, he threw the sword, the sword flew back into the sheath with precision, he yawned, turned his back, and walked towards the chaise longe.

Nan Cheng knew that he shouldn't talk more at the moment, so he silently turned around and left, and then closed the door.

Yan Zhou looked at the sword in the sheath and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Sword moves...... It's been so many years since the Heavenly Oracle Sword Sutra was lost, but I still can't worry about it in my dreams? ”

Nan Cheng walked out of the library and walked towards his room that had been dusty for a long time.

Suddenly, he smelled a hint of wine.

Lu ...... Lu Yuanbai?" Nan Cheng walked to the top of the stairs, looked at the wine jar and the half-drunk man on the ground, and called out his name uncertainly.

Lu Yuanbai raised his head and looked at this young man with messy hair, and was stunned for a long time before he realized his identity: "Yo, senior disciple Nancheng, have you gotten out of the customs?" ”

Nan Cheng didn't really want to pay attention to this uncle who was in a low realm and loved to drink, but he still smiled in the spirit of seniority, sat beside him, drank a few sips of wine with him, and exchanged a few words of greeting.

It's a pity that Lu Yuanbai is really too strong to drink, and he fell to the ground drunk without drinking two glasses, and after getting drunk, he kept muttering a person's name in his mouth, and his words were vague.

Nan Cheng sighed.

He stood up and wanted to leave, but when he passed by a certain room, his sword heart moved, and he suddenly turned his head and stared at the door of that room, and he could feel that there was a murderous aura suddenly coming from the other end of the door.

......

Han Xiaosu, who hesitated all night, finally made up her mind before dawn came, she thought to herself that the boy in white was her only reliance now, if something happened to him, then how would she live in the future?

The main thing is that she really hates the puppet in front of her.

Through her careful observation, she was already sure in her heart that this dummy must be bluffing, and she has been practicing these days, and she is also a bit of a realm, so she might as well use this dummy first.

Han Xiaosu persuaded himself, strengthened his courage, and floated out of the porcelain vase.

Ning Chang woke up, changed into a human being, sat on the bed, and his words were so cold that there was no trace of emotion: "Go back." ”

Han Xiaosu sneered: "Who are you scaring for? If you really have the ability, why didn't you do it earlier?"

Ning Changjiu's voice was still mechanical: "I don't want to make extraneous branches." ”

Still scaring people...... Han Xiaosu became more and more determined in his thoughts.

"Die!" she colded

With a bang, a palm slashed away.

But she found that she had far underestimated the strength of the dummy.

Ning Changping raised his hand and slapped her.

That palm almost beat Han Xiaosu's soul away.

He didn't deceive Han Xiaosu, he really just didn't want to make extraneous branches, the moment he was drawn, he was inlaid with consciousness: keep quiet, don't go out of retreat, don't be discovered by anyone, never do anything with anyone, let alone kill people.

After Ning Changjiu slapped that palm, he made a mechanical trade-off in his heart in a short period of time, and another command was unlocked - "unless it is forced to do so."

He slapped a second palm.

Han Xiaosu regretted it very much, thinking that he really shouldn't be nosy, and now he is going to die without anyone knowing, if that person is really alive, even if he knows about his death, he should be happy to go to one less oil bottle.

Just as she was about to be blown away by a slap, the gate suddenly shattered, and a sword struck between them in an instant.

Ning Changjiu's palm slapped the sword, and the rust on the sword body was scattered, revealing a smooth and bright sword body.

"Senior?" Nan Cheng took out his sword and blocked in front of Han Xiaosu, he looked at this murderous figure and said in surprise.

"No......! He's not!" behind him, Han Xiaosu exclaimed.

Ning Changjiu didn't seem to regard Nan Cheng as an enemy, he looked at the ghost girl on the ground, and said coldly: "Kill her." ”

Nan Cheng came back to his senses, only then did he find out that this girl was a yin spirit, the Sword Heavenly Sect was a famous and authentic sect, how could there be a yin spirit sneaking in, it must be a bad intention! He didn't ask his seniors about the reason, but out of inexplicable trust, he directly turned around and slashed at Han Xiaosu.

"No!" Han Xiaosu shouted, and in an instant, she raised the hairpin in her hand in a panic, but the sentence was difficult to get used to: "This ...... This, see the hairpin as if you see ......"

She couldn't remember the next words, but when the hairpin was taken out, Nan Chengluo's sword hand did hesitate.

Then, his body froze.

In the blink of an eye, a sword tip popped out of his lower abdomen.

"You ......" Nan Cheng turned his head incredulously and looked at Ning Changjiu's puppet-like indifferent face: "Who are you?"

Han Xiaosu's soul trembled, and she shouted loudly: "He is not a benefactor! He is a fake, the benefactor has not returned, has not returned!"

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to explode the sword qi and directly kill the young man with messy hair in front of him, but he also underestimated the other party, and Ning Changjiu found that his sword qi was not under his control, but instead followed the sword body and hilt, and came towards him.

Ning Changjiu mechanically withdrew his hand.

Nan was injured, and with the strength he was instilled with, there was originally a chance to fight back, but the movement here alarmed Yazhu, and in a few breaths, Yazhu came with his sword.

"What's wrong?" she looked at in amazement.

Ning Chang knew that the general trend had gone.

In the adjacent room, Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes.

She rose silently, and then her whole body began to burn.

She knew that Ning had been dead for a long time, and in their established understanding, if either party died, the other party would have to convey the matter to the master.

The scroll burns out, and in the flames, a red butterfly flutters away, passes through the window, and disappears into the night.

When Yazhu and Nan Cheng figured everything out and realized that Ning Xiaoling was also fake, they came to the house, but they could only see the remnants of ash on the ground.

......

......

"Senior brother, is there really no way?" Ning Xiaoling waited with him for the arrival of dawn.

Ning Changchang said: "This palindromic poem is not unsolvable. ”

Ning Xiaoling sighed and said: "I actually thought of it, as long as I find the incoherence between the front and back of this poem, maybe I can crack it, but where is this poem incoherent." ”

Ning Chang said: "Yes." No matter how good a palindromic poem is, there is a place where you can't read it backwards. ”

"What?"

"Title. ”

Ning Changchang calmly said the answer.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up, as if she had been empowered, and then, she suddenly thought that this poem had no title!

This must be deliberate, for fear that they will realize this and solve the problem!

Problem solving...... What a problem.

Ning Xiaoling was excited.

"But what's the title?" asked the junior sister innocently.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and patted her head, looked at her with the eyes of a little fool, and sighed: "This is what Senior Brother has been thinking about for the past three days. ”

"Oh......"

Ning Xiaoling felt that everything was back to the starting point.

As he spoke, in the open window, a black cat suddenly jumped closer, and it whined at the two of them, and the sound was still the same, like a baby crying.

Ning Changjiu touched its soft back and hair, and then, he looked at the black cat and said two words that made Ning Xiaoling creepy all of a sudden:

"Little Lotus ......"

......

......

In the dark night, in the lotus pond, the sparkling silver water suddenly stirred up waves.

The lotus leaves swayed, the mud churned at the bottom of the water, and a smooth black back rolled through the water, its arched body like a pitch-black tide that rose and fell.

After a few days, the giant python with a blue head and black body resurfaced, it was like an angry current that swept through the lotus pond, and the rise and fall of its body smashed a huge wave, like the anger of the river god.

Eventually, the surface of the water gradually subsided, and the moonlight reflected a faint light on its bare scales, and its upper body rose upright from the water, and the head of the snake was held high, looking at the silvery moonlight, with a pride in its eyes that had not been seen for a thousand years.

It was like waiting for someone.

After a while, an old man came to the lotus pond.

That's Mr. Zhang.

He raised his hand, and the python swam slowly over as if it sensed it, and it bowed its head, and the old man's hand pressed on its head.

"It's been 3,000 years......"

Mr. Zhang's fingers gently stroked the scales of its forehead, and the old man stood still, like an old tree that was about to decay due to wind and frost, and at this moment he saw the birds that often perched on the branches thousands of years ago, and his eyes were filled with memories that transcended time.

"It's been three thousand years, one has become a cripple, a broken body and is locked up as a container by the Purple Heaven Dao Gate, and you have become a fool again......"

"We are an ancient existence than the Lord of the Kingdom of God, if it weren't for that person, now Jiuying can take over a Kingdom of God, you and I are each a divine envoy and a heavenly monarch, why have we survived to this day? In the past three thousand years, how many people have survived in the world...... Even if it was 500 years ago......"

Mr. Zhang sighed softly and did not continue, his body seemed to be older.

"Alas, I have worked so hard to put you together what you are now, so don't let me down. ”

A red butterfly flew in front of him.

This means that the false Ning Changchang and Ning Xiaoling have been discovered.

But it's almost dawn, and that's no longer in the way.

He looked at the horizon, and this was the millionth time he had seen the rising sun.

......

......

(It's not too far from the end of the second volume, and there is a loss of Kavin...... ）