When he was four years old, Ning Chang was crammed into a dilapidated yard, surrounded by children in ragged clothes like him.

The courtyard is surrounded by several earthen houses, dim and damp, with numbers carved into the uneven walls. The dark door does not let in the light, like a coffin with its mouth upright.

The light falling in front of me looks like winter, only brightness, and you can't feel the slightest warmth.

A smiling man with his hair combed back stood in front of them, talking to an old woman with a wrinkled face like orange peel. The man looked very strong, although his figure was not exaggerated, but under his bare arms, every muscle looked strong and powerful, and his hands were empty, but it always made people feel that he had a heavy knife on his back.

Ning Changjiu didn't remember this memory, this was the scene he glimpsed from the Heart Demon Tribulation.

Then he heard someone call his name "Nine", because the house number was nine, and each house was inhabited by many children, and the names of the children were homonyms of the numbers used. He was lucky to have a name that seemed to have a good meaning - Jiu.

He walked through the crowd for no apparent reason.

The man grabbed his hand, and the old woman seemed to have a good sum of money, and her smiling face was like a crumpled piece of papyrus.

"What's your name?" the man asked him when he stopped at a fork in the street.

"Long. Zhang Jiu. Ning Chang replied in a low voice, all the children here are surnamed Zhang.

This fork in the road has two reverses, each leading north and south, the same gloomy and cold, Ning Chang is very afraid of the fork in the road, because the fork in the road symbolizes an unknown choice, which will bring him a sense of panic, especially this kind of road with no end in sight.

He was nervous, so he held his hands tighter.

When approaching the intersection, the man said hello to a young man who suddenly appeared, and then met an old man at the intersection, they did not know what to say, but in short, they finally picked the road to the north, the road was very cold, and he shivered with cold, and the old trees on the side of the road were like the faces of old men, and when he concentrated, he could hear the crow chirping, but he could not find the crow.

This is a scene that Ning's fragmented memories can piece together.

......

The deserted town was far behind him, and the staggered stones around him looked like dragon's teeth, and for a moment, he suddenly felt like a ghost, and this man was his soul crosser.

Many days and nights later, Ning Chang came to the foot of a large mountain.

The man led him up the mountain, and as he went up the mountain, he told himself many things.

"Don't go to the deepest hall, which is where Master retreats. ”

"Don't make Senior Sister angry. ”

"Don't watch your third senior brother draw until you're nine years old. ”

"Although the fourth senior sister doesn't like to talk, she is very talkative. The fifth senior brother has the best temper. ”

"Your sixth senior brother...... You shouldn't have any dealings. ”

“......”

"What about my master?" Ning Changjiu suddenly plucked up his courage and raised his head and asked.

The second senior brother did not answer.

The wind no longer blows on the face.

A woman in a blue robe arrived slowly, and Ning Changjiu felt at first glance that she looked like a quiet lake, reflecting the lake of a thousand mountains of twilight snow.

The second senior brother told her that this was the senior sister.

When they first met, the senior sister rewarded him with a chestnut, and he covered his head, not knowing where he made the senior sister angry.

The second senior brother followed behind the senior sister, and he followed behind the second senior brother, and they walked through several stele pavilions together, passed through a peaceful village and town surrounded by a large river, and came to the Taoist temple at the end of the mountain road.

There are many clouds and mist in the mountains.

They all flow down from the top of the mountain.

The clouds at the top of the mountain are so thick that there is no end in sight, only when the moon rises, the sky is clear.

"Master doesn't like your name. The senior sister suddenly said, "From now on, this is your new name." ”

She handed over a wooden sign.

"Rather long-lasting"

He was illiterate, but he read those three words.

......

Practicing swords, cultivating the Tao, learning to paint, giving up halfway......

He struggled to think back to everything he could think of.

Many memories dissipated with the appearance of the senior sister, revealing their original appearance.

A night buried in the depths of memory, a ghost emerges.

"At that time, the senior sister asked the little Taoist priest to go to the Lotus Meditation Pavilion and said that she would tell him a story. Ning was silent for a long time, but decided to tell the story.

The Lotus Meditation Pavilion is the book pavilion of the Taoist temple.

Although it is a book pavilion, no one has ever come to read a book.

There are countless books in the pavilion, and in the most central place, there is an almost magnificent lotus flower composed of more than 10,000 petals. The elder sister told him that every petal is a book.

She plucked the top three petals.

"The three stories I'm telling you, they took place in different times, three thousand years ago, five hundred years ago, and now. It's called ......" Senior Sister said those four words faintly: "Hunting Country Plan." ”

Hunter Plan.

Ning Changjiu didn't know what it meant, but he felt that he had touched the majestic white bones that ran through the entire world.

"Why tell me such a story. Ning Changchang asked.

The elder sister's answer was very strange: "Because you are still young, tell you now, you won't remember it when you grow up." ”

Later, he really didn't remember the specifics of the story. Just remember the words "Hunter Plan" and know that this is what is happening at the moment.

What country is hunting?

This answer should seem incredible but self-evident today.

Although the memory of that period was profound, it was nothing during the long years of monasticism, after which the monastic path flowed like a murmuring stream to the east, first into the stream, then into the river, then into the river, and into the sea, and everything happened so naturally.

Looking back now, the most easy-going fifth senior brother is the strangest person in the view.

The rest of the senior brothers and sisters often go down the mountain to fight monsters, not in the mountains, and after they have learned something, they have also hunted demons a few times with them, he originally saw those fierce gods thousands of times larger than himself, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the sword, but after a few times, he found that they were like papier-mâché lanterns under the hands of the senior brothers and sisters, so when he fought the devil, he was usually responsible for clearing the road, knocking on the cave, and then letting the senior brothers and sisters clean up the most vicious monsters in the cave.

But when you think about it, it seems that the fifth senior brother has never descended the mountain.

He had been studying in the mountains large volumes of books, neatly arranged in volumes, and then writing books that were barely as thick as the original volumes. This is what the fifth senior brother has been doing, I don't know how many years I have been doing it, but I am intoxicated by it but I don't feel bored.

Ning Chang's life was thought to be very ordinary, and he would occasionally sneak into the depths of the Taoist temple, staring at the closed door, imagining that the door would suddenly open and the master would come out of it.

Although Ning Changjiu had never met Master, he knew that she was a very beautiful woman, because the Senior Sister and the Fourth Senior Sister were both beautiful, but when they talked about Master, they would more or less show a look of admiration.

The most important thing for a practitioner is to practice, and most of the time he is also practicing.

But Ning Changjiu didn't have many memories of his cultivation path.

Because there are so many smooth paths.

Until the age of sixteen, his life took a turn for the worse. The marriage book flew into his palm like a firebird, and he was slightly frightened in his heart, and after careful consideration, he chose to refuse.

After that, the senior brothers and sisters spent less and less time in the view.

The sixth senior brother also became more and more withdrawn.

At this time, Ning Changjiu already knew that the sixth senior brother was not a human, but a demon. But he had never seen the essence of the sixth senior brother.

Time is like water, more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

In the year before his ascension, the Fifth Senior Brother gave him a book to study in full comprehension during the year.

This is a certain book written by the fifth senior brother.

Except for the senior sister and the second senior brother, the rest of them each received a book written by the fifth senior brother, these books are not thick, but the content is very exquisite, each of them analyzes things that this world is familiar to cultivators, but the deeper they go, the more it seems to open the door to a new world.

After that, it's ascension.

......

"The little Taoist priest had a smooth life, but he suffered the biggest setback when he ascended...... This setback points directly to death. Ning Chang spoke slowly.

The sun is sinking in the west.

The story also comes to an end.

"Master walked out of the audience, burning fireflies as sparks, and moonlight as swords. The little Taoist priest was pierced through the chest by a sword, and he looked at the master's face, and then fell to the bottom of the endless valley. Ning Chang said: "He did not die immediately after falling to the bottom, but was in an unimaginably desolate prison in the world, which was gray and he was alone. He was nailed there by a sword, waiting for death to come......"

He was so lonely that there was no one alive as far as he could see, his body was pierced by a sword and he couldn't move, and he couldn't even hear the occasional self-talk. Ning Chang said and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Lu Married listened carefully.

Ning Chang looked at her, his smile fading in the wind.

"That's the whole story, isn't it boring?" asked Ning Changjiu.

Lu Zhan looked at her, pondered for a long time, and asked, "Is this your story?"

Ning Changjiu's expression was leisurely.

"Yes. He said softly.

Lu asked the story, "When is the story?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "It should have happened in ...... Current. ”

"Now?" Lu had not fully recovered from the shock, and another layer of doubt had been added to his heart.

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly: "In the Imperial City, I returned to my sixteenth year. ”

The sun sank into the valley, and the world was devoid of light.

......

The story of the Imperial City is known.

But she never thought about it, and could not have thought of it, these twists and turns.

Zhao Xiang'er...... Is this your fiancée?" Lu asked.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Lu Marrying laughed, and said indifferently: "You are really a match made in heaven." ”

"A match made in heaven......" Ning Chang looked at the dark blue sky and chewed on these four words. "The previous life may have been a match made in heaven, but this life is not. ”

Lu married and said: "Your master is so powerful, everything in the imperial city may be her arrangement." ”

Ning Chang recalled the words of the senior sister: "Fate is too coincidental, it looks like fate. ”

"Huh?" Lu married and wondered.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and said, "I don't know, this is the first time I've really told these stories to someone, I thought it would be much easier after saying it, but I didn't have it at all." ”

Lu married her hands on the stones on the edge of the cliff, put her embroidered shoes aside, retracted her legs, and curled up.

She seems to be calm, but in fact, there are unspeakable emotions surging in her heart. Even though she was mentally prepared before hearing this story, she never thought that there would be such an unthinkable thing in the world.

"I'd rather you keep telling me those fables. Lu Marry smiled a little sadly.

Ning Chang sighed and said, "I also hope that these are fake. ”

Lu married: "In other words, in fact, in the original long river of time, we were just strangers who had never known each other, maybe ...... In the First World War of the Nine Infants, I was already dead, let alone the current story. ”

Ning Chang didn't know how to answer.

Lu Married looked at him and said seriously: "Of course, time can be manipulated by authority, but how can it be turned back twelve years? Even if it is turned back twelve years, it should be back to your sixteen years old...... Your sixteen-year-old shouldn't be. ”

Ning Changjiu snorted, he had also thought about this question for a long time.

"This is perhaps one of the possibilities of time. It's not just time that changes, it's fate. Ning Chang thought of the headless god who was killed, at this moment he was almost sure that most of the authority of the headless god had been taken away by Shizun, but the death of the headless god was seven hundred years ago, could it be that she thought about going back in time at that time?

All kinds of mysteries pressed into my mind.

"Maybe you and Zhao Xiang'er have too deep a fate, so you have a chance to do it again, and I shouldn't have come. Lu married half-jokingly.

Ning Changjiu pretended to be stern and said, "I'm not welcome to think about it again." ”

"When have you been polite to me?" Lu Wedding smiled faintly, looked at him, and said, "You are actually thirty years old this year." ”

Ning Chang bowed his head.

Lu married and said, "It turns out that you are four years older than me...... Those Dao techniques and swordsmanship you taught me should also be the memories of the previous life, right?"

Ning Chang said: "Yes, those were taught to me by my senior brother and sister. ”

Lu Marrying lowered his head and said, "Then you still don't want to grow up, you look good like a teenager." ”

Ning Changchang laughed and said, "So you like this?"

Lu Zaimari blinked: "Because the master is such a master." ”

Ning Changjiu hugged her gently.

The cold autumn wind blew, and Ning Changchang's hand reached into her hair and plucked a withered yellow leaf for her.

"In ten years' time, I will definitely die. Ning Chang said this calmly: "Life may be able to do it all over again, but only this time." ”

Lu Married's expression was slightly trance: "What in the world is there that must die? Unless this world is about to come to an end in ten years." ”

He knew that ten years would not end, because he had seen the future in the cross-section of time.

Ning Chang said: "Maybe only the master knows the answer. ”

Lu married and said, "Then are you going to find her?"

Ning Chang said: "I haven't thought about it yet. ”

"Haven't you thought about it for so long?"

"Ten years of waking up and ten years of dreaming, if I can extend these three months into ten years, I am willing. ”

Lu was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "When you entered the peak, Uncle Yazhu once asked you a question, and later she told me your answer. ”

"What's the problem?" asked Ning Changjiu.

"She asked you what you were practicing for. You say it to explain the world. Lu asked the marry, "Do you still think so now?"

Ning Chang said: "Yes." ”

Lu married and said seriously: "After that, I will accompany you to see the world, from Nanzhou to the north, and leave some of our marks in this world, just like the book says, ten years of traces and ten years of heart." ”

Ning pursed his lips for a long time and was silent.

Lu married and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Well, ten years is too short. Ning Chang sighed and said, "I've seen the ending once, how can I not be afraid?"

Lu Zaimari shook his head, his eyes gradually brightened: "That's the end of the little Taoist priest in the story, not your end." Now you are a swordsman, my master and husband, Xiaoling's senior brother, and Miss Zhao's fiancé, but you are not a Taoist priest in the view. ”

Ning Chang looked at the red scalded dead leaf in his hand, looked at the dead lines on it, held him in the palm of his hand, and gently crushed him.

"You're right, that's not my story. Ning Changjiu put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her eyes seriously: "Now is my life." ”

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In the following days, Lu married and Ning Chang went down the mountain and visited many small countries in Nanzhou.

They did not use spiritual power, but fought with swords in white like ordinary knights in the rivers and lakes, drank on horses, and looked at the scenery in all directions. On the crowded streets, the two of them often win a lot of applause when they fly off the wall.

They lived in many inns and saw many customs and customs in Nanzhou. From the noise of people to the dead of night.

Sunrise and sunset.

It's their ten days.

"Sometimes I feel that there is no difference between 10 days and 10 years. In an inn in Baicheng, Lu Jiao put his hands on the window, looking at the scene outside the city, his body bent slightly. "Time is always fast when we think about it, like when we jumped off a cliff ten days ago, it seems like it was yesterday. ”

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "This is an unsolvable problem, don't think about it." ”

Lu Marrying smiled and said, "Tomorrow I will personally give my husband to the other sisters, how can I not think about it?"

Ning Changchang asked, "Do you want to come and see it then?"

Lu asked rhetorically: "Seeing you scuffle together, and then make yourself more uncomfortable?"

"It's uncomfortable...... Ning Changchang approvingly: "The words used by the disciples are really getting more and more refined." ”

It was the eve of the three-year covenant, and Ning Chang was surprisingly calm, the past was like the wind outside the window, it arrived accurately in late autumn, and then blew away the last remnants of autumn. Those flowers that do not wither are still building a false prosperity, and the cold winter is like a lightning bolt falling vertically, splitting the ice and snow and slaughter in front of you.

He stood beside Lu Wedding and looked northwest. That was where the capital of Zhao was located.

Tomorrow, Zhao will hold a festival, and all the people in the city will be dressed in vegetarian clothing.

And at this moment, in the depths of the palace of Zhao State, the two maids brought a stone box, which contained water, and an ancient sword was placed in the water.

Zhao Xiang'er had not yet shed her black dragon robe, and was sitting in the wooden chair at the moment, the nobility and majesty between her eyebrows had not yet been washed away by the cool night.

The sword body is pure black, the blade is silver-white, and the dividing line between black and white is neat and clear, just like a girl's pupils.

This is the fairy sword used by the immortals to kill the old fox.

She scooped the sword out of the water.

The unruly fairy sword was meek like a child in her hands.

Three years have passed.

In the dim candlelight, she carefully looked at the fairy sword and then sank it back into the water. In the original plan, the three-year contract with Ning Changchang, whether she won or lost, she would give him this sword as compensation.

Because whether she wins or loses, she can't stay.

A few days ago, Jiu Yu received a letter from the sky, and the letter was in the handwriting of his mother. She had no doubts about her mother's life, but she was a little confused about the content of the letter.

"Seven days later, Zhao Yang will be restored, return to China, and the big exam is coming. ”

Zhao Xiang'er burned the letter.

She could have recovered the land of Zhao a long time ago, but she was always waiting for someone, although he would not come, but she just wanted to complete this agreement, so that she would not have regrets when she left the world.

Zhao Xiang'er closed the stone box.

She subconsciously looked at the wall. There was a letter framed on the wall, which ended with "Hello Miss Zhao, after thinking about it, I couldn't sleep for a long time, and I felt very guilty about the girl, so I wrote this letter, hoping to get His Royal Highness's forgiveness." At the beginning, it begins with "May people last long, and may Your Highness last long." "The end.

It was a letter he wrote to himself in the last days of Riverside City.

The content of the letter was very hateful, and every time she read it, she was a little annoyed.

Zhao Xiang'er never understood what her feelings for him were, but on the night of the three-year appointment, she couldn't sleep.

So in Zhao Xiang'er's bedroom, the lonely sound of the piano came out.

Winter has not yet arrived, but the sound of the piano is like flakes of snow.

After a long night, Zhao Guo is going to usher in a national sacrifice, the origin of the national sacrifice is to celebrate the recovery of Zhao and pay tribute to the dead soldiers, but all those who participated in the birthday banquet three years ago know that this day is the day agreed between His Royal Highness and Ning Changchang.

Zhao Xiang'er sat by the window, watching the sky turn white little by little, watching the sun rise.

She walked into the darkness where the bead curtain fell, and the black and gold-painted dragon robe fell like a waterfall, and the darkness in the hall seemed to be wrapped in the most beautiful jade in the world, and soon, this jade was covered with a thin white robe.

When she walked into the Little General's Mansion with an umbrella, she wore such a plain white dress, and at that time, there was a small yellow flower pinned to her right arm.

Zhao Xiang'er rolled out the curtain, she was not tied in a ponytail, and a long white silk was tied on her forehead.

She lifted her red umbrella and walked out the window with the accumulated leaves.

And in the white city, there are also people who haven't slept all night, and he also carried a new sword cast when the sky was white, folded the quilt for the beautiful woman who was still in a dream, closed the door and left. After closing the door, Lu Wedding opened her eyes, got up slowly, touched the residual warmth on the pillow, and looked calm.

This is the day of the national memorial.

If no one reminds you, you think it's winter coming early.

Thousands of families are mourned like snow.

Zhao Xiang'er pushed open the door of the deep palace compound, held the old red umbrella, and walked out after a long absence.

The palace was extremely quiet, and no one dared to disturb His Highness today.

Her body was a little taller, and when she walked, the black hair that had fallen down her hips swayed slightly, and the weather was a little gloomy today, but in the dim light, her long hair was even more black.

She walked towards the Nine Spirits.

The nine spirits on the Nine Spirits Platform have disappeared.

She looked at the entire Zhao Kingdom.

It's been nineteen years for her.

"It's really unbelievable. Zhao Xiang'er smiled, and the wind blew the white silk and poured it into the thin white dress, taking away the last temperature on her skin.

She suddenly raised her hand.

A sword qi rushed into the sky, and on the side of the sword qi, countless firelight arcs spread out, and fireworks rolled on the edge of the arc.

The Nine Spirits Tower is like a beacon tower.

Soon, this fire will be seen by Bai Cheng, who will pull down all the flags of the Jin Kingdom and replace them with the flags of the Zhao Kingdom.

At that time, all the soil of Zhao Kingdom was recovered, and she would make up for the last lack of fate, and then leave Zhao Country with a fire sparrow and go to the western country where her mother was located.

This is something she could have done a long time ago, but in order to wait for this three-year covenant, she has never taken back Baicheng as the last blank.

The sword burst through the sky, like fireworks exploding.

But for some reason, after a long time, the fireworks have dispersed, but there is still no movement on the side of Baicheng.

She sensed something and turned around silently.

Under the Jiuling stage, a young man in white walked up the stairs step by step and walked towards him.

"Miss Xiang'er, the three-year period has arrived, and Ning Changchang has come to the appointment. ”

The young man in white saluted seriously and looked at her quietly.

In the autumn wind, the two looked at each other silently.

Three years apart.

She seemed to have changed a lot, and yet it was like nothing had changed.