Luoshen Peak experienced a sunrise.

In the backlit silhouette, Ning Changjiu squatted down a little, Zhao Xiang'er gently lay on his back, his hand around his neck, Ning Changjiu held her thigh and lifted her back, neither of them spoke, and walked down the mountain road silently.

"Where are you going next?" asked Ning Changjiu.

After crossing the pale and yellow mountain road, Ning Chang looked at the vast four fields, and at the bottom of the mountain, the grass and trees were covered with dewdrops, and his clothes were wet in a blink of an eye.

The light dimly penetrated into her eyes from the forks of the trees, and Zhao Xiang'er opened her eyes half-open, and said softly: "It's good to go anywhere." ”

As she spoke, she plucked a leaf, wrote something on the leaf with her fingertips, and then blew lightly, and the leaf floated up, spinning and flying in the direction of Zhao Guo.

Next, Zhao Xiang'er seemed to be completely settled.

She lay on Ning Changjiu's back, her eyes closed, and she was very quiet.

The hair fell between the neck, slightly itchy, and Ning Chang's nose moved slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was the fragrance of plants and trees or the fragrance of a girl that lingered in his nose.

"Where can I go?" asked Ning Changchang.

"Hmm. ”

"The farther the better?"

"Hmm. ”

It is said that the farther away the better, but where can they go? Even with the cultivation of the Purple Court Realm, it will still take a whole month for the Imperial Sword to cross Nanzhou.

It's also one of the smallest states in the entire world.

They did not leave Zhao after all.

In the afternoon, in a small border town, the bleak wind blew several times, and the autumn rain suddenly fell.

Zhao Xiang'er put one hand around his neck and held up a red umbrella with the other, covering the top of their heads, blocking the late autumn drizzle.

She looked at the falling rain curtain, looked ahead, and said, "That's really boring." ”

They have walked through many cities and towns, and although the scenery is different, it can only be pleasing to the eye, not to the heart.

"What's interesting about that?" asked Ning Changjiu.

Zhao Xiang'er gently turned the handle of the umbrella and shook off the rain little by little.

"Did you ever hear storytelling when you were a child?" asked Zhao Xiang'er.

"Nope. Ning Chang said.

Zhao Xiang'er sighed and said, "Have you always read the chivalrous script?"

"I've seen some. Ning Changchang said. In his spare time when he was practicing in the past, he imagined the world below the mountain through those books.

Zhao Xiang'er was slightly distracted: "When I was a child, these stories were told to me by my sisters and sisters in the palace, and I was very happy after listening to them at that time, so I ran all over the mountains with branches, looking for those caves, hoping to find a chance or something." ”

Ning Chang smiled and said, "Do you still have a time like this?"

Zhao Xiang'er pinched his ears and frowned, "Don't laugh." ”

Ning Chang begged for mercy again and again.

Zhao Xiang'er stretched out her hand into the rain and said, "Let's leave some stories in Nanzhou, even if we all leave one day, we can leave some traces." ”

"You've left a lot of stories in Southstate. Ning Chang's words were gentle.

Zhao Xiang'er shook her head and said stubbornly: "That's a story written by my mother, not mine." ”

Ning Chang listened to her words and nodded slightly: "Then what do you want?"

......

This was the first day of the six days, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er returned to Yunshang City, they each bought a set of sassy black clothes, and became Jiangyang thieves.

Since he is a Jiangyang thief, of course, he has to steal the most valuable things.

The two inquired for a long time, and finally heard that there was a rare treasure enshrined in Rongguo's Guangpo Temple, so they planned a route, and after nightfall, they sneaked into Rongguo, according to the original plan, one led the people in the temple away, and the other went to steal the treasure.

In order to make this big thief more real and exciting, they even pressed their realm to the realm of Xuan, which is only at the level of ordinary martial arts masters.

Everything went smoothly, the sound of gongs accompanied by the light of the fire, Ning Changjiu beat the gongs and drums to lure away the people in the temple, and fled with ease among the pursuers.

The person in charge of stealing the treasure was Zhao Xiang'er, who knocked out the two guards with a knife and infiltrated the deepest part of the Guangpo Temple.

There's a glimmer of light in the depths. There was an old woman chanting a scripture to a lamp.

Zhao Xiang'er slowly came behind her.

The candle flickered.

"This is a treasure left by God, God told me that a little girl would come and take it, I thought I wouldn't be able to wait until I died......" The old woman was too old to open her eyes, but she heard a noise outside.

Zhao Xiang'er's breath was sluggish, and she saw the appearance of the treasure clearly.

It was a small statue of a god carved out of stone, the statue of the god was faceless, and it looked like a goddess in a mural, and the lines of the clothes were carved and flowing, not at all like a stone carving.

"How long have you been guarding it?" Zhao Xiang'er squatted down, looked at the old lady by the candle flame, and asked.

The old woman said, "It's been seventy years." ”

Zhao Xiang'er asked again: "Have you seen the god who left it?"

The old woman hung her head and said no more.

The candle flame in front of her slowly dimmed and extinguished.

In the autumn rain, the girl in black walked out of the ancient temple, Ning Chang went to meet her, he looked at the faceless statue in the girl's arms, and praised with a smile: "Xiang's female heroes are really powerful, and they can walk on the ground wherever they go." ”

Zhao Xiang'er was not happy at all, she threw the idol to Ning Changjiu and said, "I've rewarded you." ”

Ning Chang looked at the faceless godless statue and frowned.

Zhao Xiang'er held an umbrella, listened to the sound of chasing and killing behind him, and said, "I don't want to be a thief, it's boring." ”

Ning Chang said: "Then let's be heroes together?"

Zhao Xiang'er bowed his head and said, "Okay, then from now on, you have to call me aunt." ”

"Huh?" Ning was puzzled for a long time.

Zhao Xiang'er handed over the umbrella: "If you call it, you can call it!"

The pitch-black nine feathers broke through the autumn rain and merged with the night sky.

Soon after, the legend of a chivalrous couple riding a black eagle spread on the rivers and lakes.

They killed many of the most famous villains. Those wicked people bully men and women and do all kinds of evil, and they have been famous for a long time, and they seem to be waiting for them to kill.

The plan for a knightly couple stopped on the third day.

It was a great wicked man of the Jin Kingdom, who lived in the Thousand Buddha Mountains, and was called the Hundred-Faced Ghost.

He once killed Master Guangci, the most respected Zen master of the Zhao State at that time. After killing Master Guangci, he handled several big cases in a row, and then escaped into the Thousand Buddha Mountains of the Jin Kingdom, and was never born again.

All the chivalrous warriors who wanted to enter the Thousand Buddha Mountains to fight for righteousness failed to come out.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er rode the Nine Feathers of the Divine Sparrow to the mountain.

Far from being as vicious as the world legend goes, when they saw him, he was sitting on a futon in the cave Buddha hall, chanting to a broken ancient Buddha, as if he was participating in a lifelong meditation.

Zhao Xianger collected the umbrella under the eaves and walked into the cave Buddha hall.

The hall was damp and moldy, the broken ancient Buddha was covered by a draped curtain, and several detained imps sat at the ends of the chains, chanting Buddhist scriptures bitterly, and their mouths were like red-hot iron in their mouths.

The hundred-faced ghost was skinny, and the monk's robe on his body was torn, and he heard the footsteps behind him, and slowly turned his head.

Ning Chang looked at his face, it was an ordinary face, he didn't see evil in that face, but saw compassion, but this compassion was as empty as a grave.

"I'm here to kill you. Zhao Xiang'er pulled out the sword from the umbrella and explained the intention.

The Hundred-Faced Ghost was not surprised, his voice was slow, with an inexplicable relief: "I know...... Someone told me that a girl with an idol would come and kill me. ”

Ning Chang held the idol they had stolen from Guangpo Temple in his arms. He glanced at Zhao Xiang'er.

"Who told you?" asked Zhao Xiang'er with a frown.

The Hundred-Faced Ghost laughed twice and said, "I don't remember, I just remember that the man told me that the person who killed me had the purest fire in the world, and she could burn away my sins." ”

Zhao Xiang'er's hand holding the sword hung down slightly.

She looked at the Hundred-Faced Ghost, put her sword back into its sheath, and said, "No one can help you atone for your sins." ”

"yes. I have done many evils, and it is not too much to cut them with a thousand swords, but what fire can burn away my sins......"

Zhao Xiang'er didn't speak, her face was not good-looking.

She just wanted to leave some stories that belonged to them before leaving, but she didn't want these things to be stained with the imprint of her mother.

But he was right, he did a lot of evil, and he committed countless lives, of course he should be killed.

But if you kill him, you will obey your mother's arrangement again, and if you don't kill him, you will go against the will of your heart.

Zhao Xiang'er held the umbrella with a complicated mood.

The old monk turned his head and said, "You are here to kill the hundred-faced ghosts?"

"Yes. Ning Chang said.

"Let me tell you a story. The old monk said.

"I want to hear about it. Ning Changchang said.

The old monk told the story.

"There was once a solid family that drove a lazy servant out of the door with a broken leg, and then the servant got some chances, occupied a hill, and fell into the grass, which was not a good climate. Later, on a rainy night, the door of the family was slammed open, and a group of men with knives rushed in and slaughtered them, and the women, children, and old men all died under the knives, and blood flowed all over the walls. ”

As the old monk's voice sounded, the autumn rain outside also became heavier, and the sound of the rain seemed to separate the world.

The old monk continued: "The door was destroyed overnight, and only one child crawled out of the pile of dead, and the child later got some fairy fate and killed the servant, but after killing the servant, he found that the matter back then was not as simple as the servant's revenge. There were too many people involved afterwards, and they couldn't be killed or killed. ”

Ning Changjiu listened carefully and said, "But you still finished killing in the end." ”

The old monk's words became more and more sluggish: "It was the Hundred-Faced Ghost who killed them. ”

"Aren't you a hundred-faced ghost?" asked Ning Changjiu.

The old monk's dry face showed a bitter smile: "I am Zen Master Guangci. ”

......

In the thunder, the old monk talked about the past. He originally saw everything after killing the servant and learning the truth, and planned to become a monk, because he had goodness in his heart, and he knew that if he wanted to take revenge all the time, he would not be able to kill many innocent people. The most important thing is that at that time, he was strong in martial arts and was a well-known hero in the rivers and lakes, and he was unwilling to leave these names and virtues behind to do the bloody killing of more than ten households.

So he suppressed the hatred in his heart and became a monk. Until that day, the Hundred-Faced Ghost came to the door. In the empty Buddhist hall, he exhausted everything to fight against the hundred-faced ghost, many times he thought he was going to die, but before he died, he saw the fire, and the fire of nothingness gave him strength, he got up angrily, picked up the Zen staff, and smashed the head of the hundred-faced ghost like a hammer.

He looked at the corpse of the hundred-faced ghost and the empty Buddha hall, and the evil in his heart also awakened.

In the past, he was constrained by fame and could not kill his enemies, but now, he saw an opportunity.

He cut off his head with the dragon-slaying knife of the Hundred-Faced Demon and exchanged clothes with him.

It is a ghost who walks into the Buddhist hall, and it is still a ghost who walks out.

The Buddha has become a ghost, naturally there is no longer the shackles of dogma, the shackles of morality, he can kill people happily, kill many people, under the dragon sword, hundreds of corpses died, the most guilty and evil, more innocent people......

In the hearts of the world, Master Guangci has already died innocently and tragically, and it is the hundred-faced ghost who killed that day to do a lot of evil.

"Give me a break. After the old monk finished telling his story, he pulled out a dragon-slaying knife from the side of the Buddha statue, and the rusty blade stuck to the ground, drawing an arc.

Before they could answer, the old monk had already jumped up, and the monk's robe swirled, and the half-raised dragon slaying knife in his hand swirled and swirled, and his head was slashed down.

When the knife fell in front of Zhao Xiang'er, the red umbrella Huo Ran opened, the blade collided with the umbrella surface, and the sparks splashed.

He knew that he was going to die, but how could he be willing to die? A good man is a good man, and a wicked man is also a life, and he just wants to know whether the fate predicted by that man is true or not.

The old monk pressed all the strength of his body.

The girl caught the knife, and the snow-white spiritual power surged up in an instant, like a thin dragon worn between the sleeves, and the umbrella that was slightly bent was pressed upward, and it was suddenly restricted. As she collected the umbrella, the girl drew her sword, and the red umbrella and the thin sword swung together, staggering and slashing out a cross made of flames.

The man's monk's robe flicked, separated the firelight, blocked the door, and after briefly adjusting his thin body, he turned the dragon slaying knife and picked up a smooth half-arc from the bottom to the top, and picked it at Zhao Xiang'er.

It was his last stab.

The knife failed to hit Zhao Xiang'er. The gushing fire was the first to rush in front of him, and he saw the finch bathing in fire, just as it had been back then. Then his body was burned to the ground, and when he collapsed, he was an old, withered skeleton.

Ning Chang looked at the bones on the ground. When the little ghosts who were imprisoned and chanting saw the old monk dead, they thanked and bowed, bared their sharp teeth, and began to gnaw on the iron lock around their necks.

Out of Thousand Buddha Mountain, the two never spoke.

"Does it make sense to go on like this?" Zhao Xiang'er asked softly.

Ning Chang knew what she was thinking.

The whole world, everything she has experienced, is hidden in the shadow of that fire sparrow.

It left her at a loss.

Zhao Xiang'er said: "I'm tired. ”

Ning Chang said: "I'll carry you." ”

Zhao Xiang'er shook her head lightly: "Don't." ”

"Hug you?"

“......”

"Then aunt, do we still have to go on with chivalry?" Ning Chang asked, "There are only two days left." ”

"Go back to the Imperial City. Zhao Xiang'er said, unable to raise a trace of anger between her eyebrows.

Ning rubbed her hair for a long time, but she didn't react at all.

Ning Chang sighed, then leaned down directly, grabbed the crook of her leg with one hand, hugged her show back with the other, and hugged her.

"Ning Changchang, let me down!" Zhao Xiang'er exclaimed in surprise, angrily ordered.

"Don't let go. Ning Changchang said.

Zhao Xiang'er pounded his chest with her fist.

Ning Chang hugged her and ran wildly in the autumn rain with her.

After a while, Zhao Xiang'er stopped struggling, she let the other party hold her, her eyes were slightly hollow looking at the rain falling above, and asked, "If fate is like this rain, where can we hide to avoid it?"

Ning Chang said: "The edge of the clouds. ”

"What if that cloud was as big as the sky?" asked Zhao Xiang'er.

Ning Jiu didn't answer and couldn't answer, because this was also something he had been thinking about.

He looked at the rain falling from the sky and thought to himself how she had been in sympathy with him—the clouds they faced covered the entire sky.

He walked in the rain with Zhao Xiang'er in his arms, and the cold autumn rain whipped down.

The mountain road was muddy, and the jade body in his arms was not warm, but looked a little cold.

They walked like this, and they didn't know when they would be heads.

"The three-year covenant was lost by me. Zhao Xiang'er suddenly spoke, her voice as light as rain.

She remained motionless in her arms, her face buried in her messy soaked hair, unable to see anything clearly.

Ning Chang's footsteps stopped slightly, and he hugged Zhao Xiang'er tighter.

Zhao Xiang'er was silent for a while, and continued: "I can win you just because I saw that wedding dress...... That's what my mother specially let me see, and at that time, I naturally broke through all the tricks and completed the sealed Suzaku tattoo, so it is only natural that I will win you. ”

"At that time, I felt that I could accept winning you like this, because you were playing a trick, and I could tell myself that if I didn't use the Nine Feathers to form the world, but use the Nine Feathers as a blade, I wouldn't lose if I faced you head-on...... That's what I think, and that's what I believe. ”

Zhao Xiang'er said slowly: "Look, this is the fate that my mother gave me, I want to return to Zhao completely, so I can't be defeated, and I won't be defeated, it has nothing to do with how strong you become, and I ...... And I want to win too, so I just need a reason, a reason to convince myself, so that I can take it for granted that I have won. ”

So I stepped into the life arranged by my mother. ”

"The end of the three-year covenant was already predestined...... She knows I'm proud, I'm stubborn, and she knows I'm not willing to throw in the towel, so I'll convince myself and step into fate willingly. ”

"Just like that Guangci monk, his hatred and hatred are all under the name and virtue, but it only takes one chance, and those entangled evil thoughts will still break through the cage and occupy everything. Some of those evils are his, and some are of the hundred-faced ghosts. ”

"In short, when he crawled out of the pile of dead, he was a ghost, and even if he became a Buddha, he was just a ghost in a monk's robe. ”

"It's his life. ”

The rain beat down, and the girl in black was drenched by the rain, and her body exuded a trace of weakness and vulnerability, which Ning had never seen in the past.

"I lost......" Zhao Xiang'er repeated again, and the words were clear.

She didn't want to believe in the reasons she had found herself, and she didn't want to step into the river of peace of mind.

The rain is getting heavier.

She didn't use her spiritual power to resist the cold rain, and trembled slightly in Ning Chang's arms.

Ning Changjiu knew that she was not afraid of the cold, but of the ubiquitous fate.

If your life had been planned, would you accept everything with peace of mind?

Ning Chang thought so.

He gave an answer sheet in his previous life, but the ending did not satisfy him.

What did Zhao Xiang'er face in her previous life? With her character, she would never agree to this marriage, she should be like herself, completely complete all the tasks of her mother, and then return to Zhao naturally.

According to the meaning of Shizun and Niangniang, this marriage letter seems to be just an expression of friendship, and there is no possibility of realizing it at all...... But history has changed, time has gone back to 12 years ago, everything has been reversed, they meet again, and the originally parallel fates have shifted and become entangled.

Every deviation of the thread of fate can lead to a completely different ending.

It was herself who changed her.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Ning didn't use his spiritual power to unfold the barrier to shield Zhao Xiang'er from the rain.

Because he knew she was crying. It was the first time she had cried, so she didn't want to see it herself.

The autumn rain is endless.

"Xiang'er. Ning Changjiu suddenly spoke.

"Hmm. In her long soaked hair, the girl's nose moved slightly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Let's go back to Zhao and get married." ”

Zhao Xiang'er did not answer.

Ning Chang said: "You said that if you lose, I will be free to divorce or marry you......"

"Hmm. Zhao Xiang'er hid in his arms, and she whispered: "But if you are also a fateful arrangement, should I escape from you?"

If he agrees to the marriage contract, he is resigned. If you refuse, you are violating your heart.

Ning Chang asked, "Do you like me?"

Zhao Xiang'er bit her lower lip slightly and asked rhetorically, "What do you have that I like?"

Ning Changjiu also asked, "Then why did you let me hold you?"

Zhao Xiang'er didn't answer, and she didn't struggle to say that she wanted to come down, she asked: "What about Lu Marrying? Do you like her? If I marry you, what will she do?"

Ning Chang pondered for a moment, and said in a weak heart: "There is a word for Taoist couples, and everyone who walks with the avenue can be a partner......

"Phew!" Zhao Xiang'er pinched him fiercely.

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "It's your business to be entangled in fate." I am the winner, and it is up to me to decide. ”

"Then are you going to marry me?" Zhao Xiang'er raised her head and asked.

"I'm going to marry you. Ning Chang didn't step on her word trap.

After saying this, Ning Changjiu hugged her tightly. He soaked in the muddy mountain path, his trousers and clothes splashed with muddy water.

This is the last rain in the late autumn of Zhao in the Baizang year, and many years later, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er will often talk about this day.

......

......

Above the palace gate of Zhao Kingdom, the sword light pierced the night, and the muddy teenagers and girls chased and fought all the way, almost crawling and rolling into Zhao Xiang'er's dormitory.

"You change your shoes first!"

The moment Ning Changjiu entered the door, Zhao Xiang'er grabbed his back collar angrily, Ning Changjiu grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled it forward, Zhao Xiang'er slipped under her feet, screamed and fell on the carpet, Ning Changjiu grabbed her hand and pressed her body, in the dark, their faces were very close.

Ning Chang looked at her exquisite beauty and lightly printed his lips.

Zhao Xiang'er put a finger between their lips.

"Xiang'er still doesn't obey?" Ning Changchang asked with a smile.

Zhao Xiang'er shook his head and said, "No, you are not allowed to be above me!"

Between the words, Zhao Xiang'er had already turned over and pressed Ning Changjiu under her with her backhand. She was hesitating whether to kiss it, but Ning Chang raised her head unreasonably and bit her lip.

"Uh-huh......"

Zhao Xiang'er snorted lightly, her body was pulled over, the girl's undulating jade body rubbed against him, squeezing, Ning Chang's teeth gently bit her lip, pressed the back of her neck with one hand and kissed her, and the other hand put on her slender waist, and slid down.

Zhao Xiang'er didn't care, she pressed him, feeling the warmth between them, which was hotter than the fire of the Vermilion Bird. The flush on his cheeks was hidden in the darkness, and the rain and muddy water on his clothes were still dripping, falling on the precious and soft carpet.

After a long time, their lips finally parted.

"Let's go change our clothes first. Zhao Xiang'er ordered: "Don't enter the door like this in the future." ”

Ning Changjiu sighed at the sluggishness of his husband and walked towards the screen.

"Wait. Zhao Xiang'er stopped him.

"What are your orders?" asked Ning Changchang with a smile.

Zhao Xiang'er said: "I'll change it first." ”

As she spoke, she picked out a few clothes from the cupboard and walked behind the screen on her own.

When she came out again, she was wearing only a white, thin coat that covered her hips with the edges of it. She stepped on the plush carpet to the desk and sat down on her knees, as if no one was around.

Ning Changjiu also went to change his clothes, but the cabinet was full of women's clothes, so he picked out a loose robe, but the robe was still much tighter for Ning Changjiu.

When he changed his clothes and walked out, Zhao Xiang'er had already prepared a book, she handed it to Ning Changjiu, and said, "Press the handprint." ”

"Hmm, what is this?" Ning Changjiu took the rice paper, his eyes swept over, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Zhao Xiang'er said seriously: "Although I don't know what we have to face, if one day, it disobeys our original wishes, I hope we can have the courage to disobey it...... It's a personal agreement between you and me, and I've just come up with a name for it......"

Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, her black and white eyes were shining: "The covenant of resistance." ”

"The grass people obeyed. Ning Chang looked into her eyes and laughed.

He bit his finger and pressed his handprint on the rice paper.

It was a long night.

The next day, the news that the empress of Zhao was going to marry would spread throughout the entire Zhao country.