In winter, just after Chinese New Year's Eve, the fireworks and night in the sky have been replaced by dawn, and only the wind and snow blow endlessly.

Ning Jiu crossed the clouds alone with Edgeworth.

He stood on his sword, the wind whistling in his ears. His gaze looks at the earth through the vast wind and snow, and the whole world is like an embellishment on a snow-white scroll, spreading out into the boundless distance.

The Ancient Spirit Sect had long since left him.

Last night's drunkenness was still churning in his mind, making him a little dizzy. The cold wind washed his eyebrows and eyes, bringing sobriety a little bit, he thought back to last night's events, but the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "What nonsense."

Last night, they tied Si Ming together in the room, bullied her, and forced her to say some embarrassing words to admit her mistakes, and the three of them rebuilt themselves and drank and chatted around the stove together.

They are all people who rarely drink alcohol.

Although Si Ming has a good amount of alcohol, she doesn't like to drink, she thinks that wine is a low stimulus, and it is a thing for ordinary people to forget their worries. And the reason why Ning Chang doesn't like to drink for a long time is simpler, because in his previous life, the second senior brother always drank and made mistakes, and he was scolded by the senior sister together.

So he and Si Ming seemed to be fighting for wine, but in fact, they were secretly trying to find a way to pour the wine without leaving a trace. They talked while pouring wine, staggered and staggered, back and forth for dozens of rounds, but their mouths were dry and their lips were slightly cracked, but until the bottom of the jar, neither of them took a sip.

This is also another kind of frustration.

Lu Married, who was drinking with them, drank stupidly, she couldn't understand why they drank so well, but she didn't want to lose face either, so she held on one by one. In the end, he was really unconscious, lay on Ning Changjiu's ear, said something vaguely, and then leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Ning Changjiu hugged Lu Wedding to the bed, settled down to rest, and then in the name of cleaning up and closing the window, he flicked the tight beads that were gathered between his sleeves and condensed into many drinks out of the window.

Si Ming used the authority of time to cover up and steam up the hidden drinks in an instant.

The smell of alcohol in the house was like a mist.

The two sat down tacitly, chatting about the past and future plans, Si Ming, as a priest with extensive knowledge, she used wine to say some secrets of ancient times, but most of those things are untraceable past.

"Are you really going to go alone tomorrow?" asked Si Ming as it was near dawn.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Si Ming said, "Can you tell me the reason?"

Ning Chang said: "This is a secret. ”

Si Ming smiled and said, "I guess it has something to do with your master." ”

Ning thought for a long time and said, "Maybe so." ”

Si Ming said: "Your master has not contacted you for so many years, has he forgotten you?"

Ning Chang shook his head and said, "I won't forget it." ”

Si Ming thought for a while and said: "That's right, with your talent realm, you are a first-class existence anywhere in the world, I even think that if you are given a hundred years, even the Sword Saint may not be your opponent, if one day you return to the sect and find that you are the strongest person in the sect, it will be very interesting to think about it." ”

Ning Changjiu smiled, he knew that Si Ming would be wrong. Si Ming thought that his Taoist temple was just a powerful hidden sect, but Ning Chang still didn't know where the observance was hidden in the world. And after Shizun killed himself with a sword, where was the barren place where his soul had been trapped for a long time?

He had been thinking about these things for a long time.

Ning Changchang smiled and said, "I don't have to be better than my master, I can be better than you." ”

Si Ming's face suddenly darkened.

"Then you are also delusional. Si Ming said coldly: "I will always become a priest again in the future, and when that time comes, slave patterns are just child's play with me, unless you can become the master of the kingdom of God, you will never be able to defeat me." ”

Ning Changchang smiled and shook his head.

Si Ming looked at his self-deprecating smile, her expression softened, she raised her wine glass, shook the wine in it, and said, "I know what the hell you are thinking, you have a ruined divine kingdom hidden in Jinwuli, right?" but do you know that repairing a country is more difficult than building a country, not to mention that the real daylight has long been obscured." ”

Ning Changchang said confidently: "You don't need to rely on daylight to defeat you. ”

Si Ming always felt that there was something in his words, and responded lightly: "You and Lu are married, and your mouth is hard." ”

Ning Chang said: "After I leave, you are not allowed to bully and marry." ”

Si Ming smiled and said, "I will treat the marriage well." ”

......

The fragments of last night's memory have been a little blurred, and when it was close to the morning, Ning Chang hugged Lu and slept for a while, and after waking up, he instructed Si Ming to say some words, and then he went to the small black house to meet the aggrieved Xiao Ling, and explained some matters related to collecting authority. After doing this, he came out with his sword and ran in the direction of the heavenly list.

Ning didn't use his spiritual power to protect his body for a long time, so he let the cold wind sweep his face and poured it into his snow-white robe, taking away his temperature and freezing his body like a piece of ice.

He closed his eyes. Since the beginning of the Sea Country, many accumulated monastic perceptions have condensed in the sky above the Sea of Knowledge, turned into ice crystals, and rolled into a blizzard in the Sea of Knowledge.

The coldness of the flesh alarmed the golden crow of the Purple Mansion, and it screamed and flapped its wings, flying over the sea of knowledge, melting the fragments of those memories.

Knowing the sea, the snow turned into rain, and in the rain curtain, Qiu Ziguan and Li He's sword shadows changed, fading away little by little, and melting into their own use.

This process is called "enlightenment" by the usual practitioners.

But what Ning Chang relied on was not enlightenment, but "refining", he took all the experience, moves, and fragments left in the sea of consciousness during the battle as real substances, using powerful spiritual power as a flame, supplemented by the divinity of the golden crow, using the sea of knowledge as a furnace, incorporating and refining it for his own use.

After a thousand miles of swords, Haiguo's perception when playing chess dissolved.

The sword passed two thousand miles, and the perception of interception and killing outside Luoshulou dissolved.

The sword crossed three thousand miles, and the residual perception of the five great monks in Luo Shu dissolved......

Ning Chang's spiritual platform became more and more clear.

The temperature slowly returned to the body.

He opened his eyes, and the golden light in them faded.

These rare insights were rare treasures for ordinary cultivators, but for him, they were only the icing on the cake, at most helping him add half a floor to the realm.

What's more, no matter how wonderful the perception is, it is only a perception, and if you want to truly integrate it into the body, you still need thousands of combat experiences.

Ning calmed his mind for a long time.

He knew that it would take a long time to get to the Heavenly List.

Now that he calmed down, he suddenly remembered that his life seemed to be less than nine years left.

......

Before Ye Ye drank his fate, Ning Chang did not believe in the destiny of heaven.

In his mind, fate is nothing more than the aggregation of countless choices. The so-called immortals are high above and control people's fate, but they are just forcing people to make choices that seem to be occasional but are actually inevitable again and again. But immortals are also human beings, and the fate of this kind of manipulation is still human life, which can be forcibly reversed and changed.

But Destiny is invisible.

There are countless forks in the road in life, no matter how absurd and bizarre choices you make, you may fall into the trap of destiny, and what you see in the end is the same ending.

Fate is not dictated by choice, and this is the most terrible part.

Is the shackles of fate on his body the 'human life' left by the master, or the 'destiny' imprisoned by some invisible thing?

Ning Changjiu rarely thought about these questions in the first place. But in the middle of winter, the snow is heavy, the world is far away, and when you are alone with the sword, the boring colors are endlessly brushing on your face, and your mind can't help but touch these.

"Master, are you looking at me?" Ning Chang raised his head and muttered to himself to the sky.

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Not impressive.

Towering into the sky, under the heavy shadows of the gods and Buddhas and the golden body of Shura, there seems to be a heavenly wind passing by, and thousands of snow-white veils dance silently, reflecting the shadows in the curtains in a blur.

The two largest statues of gods and Buddhas hold rules and rules, one measures the four seas, the other weighs the rivers and mountains, each represents the criterion and weighing, and the gods are solemn.

The golden light and the candle flame melted into an untouchable stream of light, and the light flowed on the white veils, and between the infinite veils, the silhouette of a woman was reflected.

This figure was covered with a faint golden light, extremely beautiful, like a veil on which the gods exhausted all possibilities with billions of lines, and then wiped away all the remaining superfluous lines, leaving only the most perfect one.

The woman seems to be kneeling cross-legged on the lotus throne, only to see the cloud of hair in the shadow, but not the true face.

She kept her head down silently, looking at a shadow rising in the pool beside her.

The white-clothed young man in the shadow stepped on the sword, raised his head, and looked here, his gaze just met his own.

The woman was silent, her hand raised softly, and the flickering sleeves seemed to be uncontrolled by external forces, fluttering lightly, and not hanging at all.

"If you are not observable, why should you look at me?" the woman spoke softly, her voice very faint, like the wind blowing in a barren land for a thousand years, turning into a lotus when it encounters water, and turning into an ember when it encounters fire, between loneliness and ashes.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the woman stopped looking at him.

After a long time, the door of the main hall opened gently, and a man in red and a sword slowly walked in, and came to the curtain among the golden shadows.

"Meet the Master. The man in red saluted.

He is the third senior brother of the Taoist temple.

He is good at painting and swords, and the combination of the two is unparalleled in the world. But he has always been chic, but today he is very nervous.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been summoned by his master. He knew that something big must be going on today.

Mr. San's etiquette was very steady and meticulous, he lowered his head, unwilling to look at the shadow reflected on the curtain, for fear of taking a second look, and he would not want to pick up a pen to paint in the next few years.

The female viewer spoke softly, and the fairy voice floated: "Your little junior brother has gone to the heavenly list." ”

The man in red learned the whereabouts of the seventh junior brother from the mouth of the senior sister.

He didn't understand that he had been searching for more than ten years, and since he had found it, why didn't he take it to Guanzhong. However, since it was Master's intention, he didn't bother to ask more.

"Tianbang?" The man in red frowned slightly: "What is the junior brother going to do there?"

The Lord said, "You don't need to care about that, just wait for him." ”

"Wait for him, where are you waiting for my junior brother?" asked the man in red.

The master said: "In your building, when necessary, you can go out of the building to meet him." ”

The man in red frowned, his own building ...... But it is obviously very far away from the heavenly list, how could the junior brother come?

He didn't ask much, and saluted, "Yes, Master." ”

The Lord said, "Let me see your sword." ”

The man in red said: "Don't dare to make a sword." ”

The viewer said softly, "It's okay. ”

The man in red then grasped the sword and gently pulled it out of its sheath.

Instead of a sword, he drew a long, snow-white scroll.

The long scroll is like a gentle wave, rushing river.

The third senior brother is a real noble son, he has his hair tied, his face is handsome and elegant, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his clothes are like fire, and his posture of drawing a sword is like a costume play and gently shakes out his folding fan. The sword light was withdrawn, and as he swung the sword, the snow-white scroll kept spreading.

Wherever the scroll passed, it immediately took on color.

The sword light swept over the desk, and the desk disappeared, turning into a pattern on the long scroll of sword qi. The sword light swept over the candlestick, the candlestick disappeared, and the candle flame like a bean danced on the long scroll of sword qi, becoming a vivid painting.

This is the real painting.

Wherever the sword qi passed, there was no power to destroy the withering and decaying, but everything disappeared silently and entered the painting constructed by his sword qi.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white scroll that surrounded his body had been transformed into a portrait full of lamps and Buddhas.

The long scroll danced around Mr. San's red clothes, reflecting his brilliant eyebrows, like a woman.

"That's it. The woman spoke.

The viewer only asked him to collect the sword, and did not comment on the quality of the sword.

The third senior brother was slightly disappointed. He gently dispersed his sword qi.

The gorgeous scrolls are scattered like clouds of smoke, and everything that has been turned into paintings in the scrolls has returned to its original place.

His swordsmanship is a vivid use of spatial authority, but it follows a diametrically opposite path to Zhang Kaiyu's paintings.

The third senior brother bowed and withdrew from the temple.

When the third senior brother left, the senior sister in a green dress walked in slowly.

"I've seen Shizun. "Senior sister salutes as usual.

The Guan Lord asked, "Divine Emperor, what is the ending of the Lotus Heavenly Book deduction?"

Senior Sister said: "The Lotus Heavenly Book has been deduced thirty-seven thousand times, and the ending is not good. ”

The contemplator is silent.

Senior Sister asked, "Master, do you want to give up the Hunting Country Plan?"

"The Hunter Program is the only feasible path at the moment. ”

The senior sister bowed her head and said, "The disciple understands, but what we have to face is something that cannot be killed. ”

But she also knew that if she didn't kill that thing, it would devour everything.

"The Hunting Nation Project works because someone has approached it and left a wound on it. ”

The senior sister asked, "Saint?"

The viewer nodded, "Yes." The saint is not really dead. ”

Senior Sister didn't ask any more, but instead asked, "What about the little junior brother? He hasn't reached the fifth realm yet...... It's only been less than ten years, and I'm afraid it's too late. Do you need me to pick him up?"

Guan Zhu said: "No need, I have asked the third and sixth children to wait for him." ”

The senior sister asked, "What about the Hunting Country Plan?"

Guan Zhu said: "The third hunting plan, as usual. ”

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Ancient Spirit Sect, Nine Shades Palace, Throne.

Ning Xiaoling was lying on the throne, and the nine cloud-like fox tails fluttered gently.

The Blood Sword Divine Blade was on the right side of her throne, and ten lamps were lit around her.

The flames in each lamp are of a different color, like a demon pupil in a shrine.

The position of the lanterns fits exactly with the formation surrounding the throne.

This is the formation taught by the Nine Shadows, named after her, as the "Nine Shadows" formation.

This is the formation that Ning Changjiu has worked hard to do these days, simulating a small ten-hall underworld. This small underworld is home to the densest power of human authority, which will serve as a beacon of darkness in the world of light, attracting other Netherworld powers that symbolize darkness to come across the light.

Ning Xiaoling sat upright, wagging his tail, quite a bit of the majesty of the Immortal Monarch.

On weekdays, Si Ming and Lu will take turns to accompany her. She was happy when Master came, but when Si Ming left, she was always sick.

She only hopes that she can work hard to save the underworld, end all this as soon as possible, live a peaceful and stable life, and be a treasure in the hands of her senior brother and master.

Today's companion to her is Lu Marry.

Ning Xiaoling sat on Lu Yao's lap, pulled a wooden box with his paws, and showed off: "Master, look, this is the reward for Xiaoling Linggu to win the championship, and I have worked hard to find it myself, isn't it very powerful." Alas, it's just that I had too much fun a few days ago and forgot to show it to my senior brother. ”

Lu married and said: "If you see each other for a long time, you will definitely be very happy." ”

Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I have all the plans, which ones will be given to Senior Brother, which ones will be given to Master, and which ones will be bribed Sister Si Ming......"

Lu Yuyao smiled.

Ning Xiaoling said: "By the way, Master, do you remember, when you were guarding the edge of the abyss, I told Master that if Senior Brother came back, he would designate a pair of sisters and sisters." Look, Xiao Ling guessed accurately!"

Ning Xiaoling was still complacent about this, but Lu Marry's smile had solidified, and a chestnut snapped down.

Ning Xiaoling held her head with her paws, looked at her master aggrievedly, and said, "Master, didn't you say at the time, as long as Senior Brother can come back safely, don't say it's two, even if it's ten hundred?"

Lu Marrying said lightly: "At that time, I said this because he didn't come back, but now that he's back, of course it's different." ”

Ning Xiaoling sighed weakly and said, "Master is really wise. ”

Ning Xiaoling asked again: "Then senior brother is going to Tianbang, if he kidnaps a little sister again, master ......."

The little fox stopped talking.

She raised her head and saw Lu Wedding staring at her with an unkind expression.

"Master, I was wrong!" Ning Xiaoling immediately stretched out his paws, covered his mouth, and then wrapped his body with nine big tails.

Lu married and stretched out his hand with a smile.

Ning Xiaoling's strange cry sounded in the Nine Secluded Hall again.

After Lu got married, Ning Xiaoling lay on the throne softly. She raised her head and looked at the authority floating in all directions, like courtiers meeting the monarch, and some of them were faceless.

She misses her brother even more.

Ning Xiaoling slowly stood up, and she looked at the left hand side of her throne, which was engraved with small characters. According to the senior brother, this is the motto he wrote for her.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the motto on the left side of the throne and read it softly.

"The upper poor nine cangs, the lower pole nine springs. All the ministers of the underworld, I am the only one. ”

Alas, what a bad word, does the senior brother still think that he writes well?

Such words, even if you become a Hades Monarch, I'm afraid you won't be able to pronounce them, right?

......

......

When Ning Changjiu came to the Heavenly List, it was already a month later.

The snow has stopped.

Standing in the middle of Middle-earth, the Heavenly Bang is made up of countless towers, and at a glance, all kinds of high-rise buildings stand up from the ground, like a strange rocky valley with dogs' teeth. In the middle of the valley composed of high-rise buildings, a majestic majestic building soars straight into the sky, the four walls of the ancient building are golden and brilliant, flowing dazzling words, and the doors and windows in the middle are all dark black, and at a glance it looks like countless dark holes.

In this tower, many people live.

They are all servants of the Heavenly Ranks.

The heavenly list is like a Luo book, almost a spiritual creature flying from the sky, landing here, never moved again. It is like a natural wise man, and from time to time it gives out some subtle foreshadowings. The people in each arm of the heavenly list are responsible for interpreting the foreshadowings given by the heavenly list, and these predictions carry a certain pattern, they either symbolize disaster, or symbolize chance, or convey some unknown information.

Nowadays, the scholars in the buildings of the Tianbang are particularly busy.

Because the Heavenly List is about to announce the ten most powerful people in Middle-earth today.

Every year after the list is announced, there is always some trouble.

But fortunately, it is the disciple of the Holy Pavilion who is now in charge of the Heavenly List, and it is Xiao Qiu who has refined the Heaven Devouring Destruction Pill. After he was defeated by the eighth disciple of the Sword Pavilion, his realm went to the next level, faintly wanting to directly cross the eighth floor of the Purple Court and reach the ninth floor. Some people even think that if Zhan Si faced Xiao Qiu at this moment, he might be defeated by Xiao Qiu.

With him in charge of the heavenly list, I think there is no young man who doesn't know life and death who dares to come to the list. It saves a lot of trouble.

Xiao Qiu also felt the same.

He came by order of his master. He originally thought that sitting on the Heavenly List was a glorious and boring thing, until he met the disciples of the Sword Pavilion out of the customs.

He regarded the battle with the Zhan Si as his own glory, and deduced it tens of thousands of times in his mind, found many possible ways to crack it, thinking that he would improve his marksmanship again in the future, and then fight with the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to correct the name of the sect.

But the peers who can compete with him are only disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Xiao Qiu sat in the war room of Tianbang, his eyes down and meditating, his gun straight to the side.

It's been half a month since he left the list to return to the sect. It should be a quiet half a month...... It's just a pity that I can't see the ranking of the ten people in the world for the first time, and I don't know if my own sect master can still sit firmly on the sixth throne.

Xiao Qiu opened his eyes after meditating as usual, he got up and walked out of the room, and slowly came outside.

He stood on the top of the sky, looking into the distance.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to something.

In the distance, there seemed to be a violent and oppressive vibration in the air. This vibration is caused by the sword qi penetrating the air.

Xiao Qiu frowned slightly...... He saw a black dot in the sky.

The black dot landed in the middle of the city, and slowly moved towards it.

Getting closer, Xiao Qiu saw clearly that it was a young man in white.

Good looking, swordsmanship...... It looks like it should be okay too. It's a pity that he shouldn't have come to the heavenly list.

In addition to the heavenly lists, there are also many small lists of all kinds, each in charge of one side, and many smaller sects often fight for those lists.

When the young man in white entered the city, many people noticed him.

It's rare to have a newcomer, and the person on the list doesn't forget to open a bet after being busy, betting on how many floors he will go to.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, and he slowly walked up the stairs.

He never stopped.

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(Thank you to the book friend Qiankun Wanyu for rewarding the helmsman!Thank you to the book friend for naming the hero who is really troublesome 1 reward!Thank you for the support and encouragement of the two book friends!)