The clouds rolled above his head like waves. In the dense streaks of rain, the grey sky appeared cold.
The thunderbolts had been gone. The lightning and thunder coming from up in the air were a real astronomical phenomenon.
Ning Changjiu looked south in a trance.
The shimmer of trance was rather lethal.
His mind was suddenly gripped by something. The pain in his soul was even more severe than when he was stabbed by the little girl in the inner demon tribulation.
"When did you wake up?" Ning Changjiu asked in pain.
In his body, that familiar voice was unprecedentedly cold, "When you got out of the abyss, I had woken up."
That was the voice of the sword's spirit.
Ning Changjiu stayed silent for a while and said, "Why didn't you take action before?"
The sword's spirit answered, "Because that woman was around."
Ning Changjiu said, "You still insist on
Ning Changjiu concealed all his Qi and appeared like a ray of faint morning sunlight in the dim forest.Lu Jiajia stood in front of the wooden sculpture and stared at the abyss as always. A vast expanse of morning mist flashed in front and appeared pale pinkish grey in the light, which gradually faded away.Ning Changjiu reached out his hand, picked up two leaves gently and folded them into the shape of a butterfly, which flew towards the back of Lu Jiajia.He hid behind a big tree."Who's that?"Very quickly, a figure flashed across Lu Jiajia's sword heart. She turned her gaze from the abyss and turned around suddenly. A streak of snow-white sword Qi flashed across the ground straightly with her gaze.The sword Qi became the barrier between the woods and the cottage. The butterfly put together by the dry leaves was blocked outside.Lu Jiajia stared at the leafwing butterfly and cast he
Ning Changjiu loomed over her and approached her face bit by bit, his eyes fixed on hers. Lu Jiajia couldn't help leaning backward.She became slightly flustered. The faint rosiness on her cheeks gradually turned red. Under her curly eyelashes, her eyes seemed to contain flowing water... The water was glittery and bright, just like the mist on the lake in the late autumn.She bit her lips gently. When she heard him proclaim himself master and mention punishing her, her heart couldn't help pounding faster.The affection between her and Ning Changjiu was an understood thing. Now that they crossed the life-and-death line and met again, the feelings accumulated in their hearts couldn't be relieved by sitting together for one day and having a pot of tea.Lu Jiajia looked at his face. The face was still handsome. He still seemed to be a young man but she was eight years older than him. In the past, he had to call her master smilin
The moonlight swayed and the wind whistled through the lotus leaves. The boat was floating on the lake.The melodious sound of the flute was resounding and the bright moon gradually sank in the west.On the boat, the thin clothes covered the celestial body. The collars were bathed in the moonlight and infected with the floral scent. After playing a tune under the moonlight in the dream, Lu Jiajia lay down on one side. Locks of hair fell into the water again and floated lightly like the softly scattered waterweeds.The lotus boat twirled and swayed.Ning Changjiu opened his eyes a bit from the dream.The stars came into his vision, revolving slowly.He couldn't tell whether the Milky Way was revolving or the boat was flowing with the current.He only knew that he had never been so relaxed over the past more than two years.The sightseers were immersed in the night wind.
A night passed within a blink of an eye.When Ning Changjiu opened his eyes, the sun had shone through the window into the shabby room brightly.The cottage was small with no soft pillow and quilt. The bed was almost made of wood and straws. However, when Ning Changjiu lay down, he could feel the warmth and heat left on the bed over the past two years.Lu Jiajia still woke up earlier than him. She acted as if nothing had happened. She put on a set of new white clothes, combed her hair, cooked a pot of porridge, filled two bowls with porridge and put them on the desk.Ning Changjiu rose and got off the bed with soreness all over his body. He motivated his spiritual power to rest in recuperation and stretched himself.When Lu Jiajia gathered her clothes well, she always displayed an excellent temperament. She sat on a roughly made bench but it looked like her sitting in the jade chair of the peak master's hall. He
The forest was dappled with moonlight. Ning Changjiu stood next to a withered tree and looked through the branches at the moon in the sky.In the vast South Wilderness, weird roars often sounded.All the beings here had been contaminated by the South Wilderness. They grew weirdly. Even the flowers that were like the waves of brocade were actually the withered yellow and purple leaves of Wrist Snake Tree during one season.Maybe because Ning Changjiu had divine power, the South Wilderness couldn't contaminate him a bit.Strangely, Lu Jiajia was only at the realm of Purple Court but she had stayed in the South Wilderness for two years unscathed.Just like those ci poets, he stared at the moon in confusion and wanted to find an answer.Then, the moon really gave him the answer.The chirping of crickets in the forest stopped abruptly.The rustling of leaves faded away with the
In the cottage, Lerou wearing a white cotton dress was sitting on the bench. Lu Jiajia stood in front of her and braided her long hair with her fingers as a comb.Upon hearing that question, Lu Jiajia slightly hedged and fiddled with Lerou's hair, dithering over how to explain to Lerou.At the moment, the wooden door of the cottage was suddenly opened.The night wind came inside with the young man's voice."Jiajia, I'm back." Ning Changjiu pretended that he was coming back home from a night walk.Lu Jiajia and Lerou both looked at the door. Instantly, their hearts clenched at the same time.Lu Jiajia didn't expect that he would come back all of a sudden. She felt as if being caught off guard. Lerou was utterly shocked. Looking at the white figure outside the door, she parted her lips with a stupefied expression. The dry and hot wind blew into her mouth and made her chin tremble nonstop.
The sovereign succession ceremony lasted three days. On the first day, the people appreciated the wine and flowers in the four peaks. The sword Qi was drawn to form the star falls while the sunshine glow was used as decorations. They sat on the clouds, talking about immortality and Taoism as well as comparing notes on Taoist techniques.At noon, the sonorous sword chirp came from outside, which sounded like the iron spear with the residual flag striking out. Hearing that from the distance, one could feel the cold and sticky sword intent that wouldn't disperse in the air.That was the sword tune of the Oracle Sword Heavenly Sect, which sounded sorrowful. When one approached, he would feel all his limbs and bones were vibrating as if meeting an armored army pressing down. Those visitors with weak Taoist hearts would be deterred by the sword tune and their Taoist hearts would tremble so severely that they couldn't even exert their spiritual power.
The heavy rain poured down in torrents.Previously, all the sword Qi left in the clouds by Lu Jiajia and Jing Yangxia blasted. Every drop of rain contained faint sword intent. They fell pitter-patter and enshrouded the whole sword field. In the upper air, the heavy clouds were like a big loophole and pressed down slowly.Jing Yangxia's clothes were wet by the rain. Then, his white sackcloth was wetted by the rain, too. Under his grey eyebrows, the corners of his eyes were heavily wrinkled. His oldness could hardly be concealed.Lu Jiajia also stood in the rain but her clothes were not wet at all.With the raining sound around her ears, Lu Jiajia suddenly raised her right hand holding the sword halfway and pushed the sword with her thumb.The moment the sword was unsheathed, the raindrops that carried the sword intent suddenly became static. The next moment, they went at the sky reversely as she unsheathed the sw