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
At the age of four, Ning Changjiu was situated in a shabby yard, surrounded by kids who were in rags like him.The yard consisted of several earth houses. It was dim and damp. The uneven wall was carved with numbers. The light couldn't penetrate through the dark door. The houses were like vertical coffins.The light was like the sunlight in winter. It was bright yet cold.A man who was smiling with his hair swept back was standing in front, talking with an old woman whose face was ghastly wrinkled. That woman looked very strong yet not sturdy but his naked arms appeared muscular. His hands were empty but somehow, it appeared that he was carrying a heavy saber on his back.Ning Changjiu didn't remember this part of the memory. He learned about this from his inner demon tribulation.Then, he heard someone call his name. His name was Jiu, which meant nine. The number of the house where he stayed was nine. Every hou
Zhao Xiang'er stood quietly on the Jiuling Tower. Her waist was tied up with a white belt. The train edge of her dress under her knees was like small waves blown by the wind. Her slender legs were sparkingly white in the sunlight.Ning Changjiu looked at her crescent-like eyebrows. Her delicate face was no longer childish, which became more exquisite and prettier. The gleams in her bright eyes were not like immortal intent but more like the mystery of the god hidden in the world.They stared at each other like this. The cold wind blew over. The thick and grey clouds rolled across quickly as if a piece of snow would drop from within.Zhao Xiang'er looked at him seriously. After a while, she finally composed herself with a cold look, saying, "How dare you come back?"Ning Changjiu said, "Am I such an unfaithful man in your heart?"Zhao Xiang'er said casually, "I really don't trust you."Ning Changjiu
The boat suddenly swayed in the center of the lake and then quickly became stable.Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er sat facing each other. The two white figures set off each other and appeared like the white-painted wall.Ning Changjiu was holding a new sword that was worth quite much. The sheath was made of the lacquered black sandalwood and the white serpent's skin. The white scaly sheath was adorned with copper pieces. The shiny copper was slightly made antique, which was adorned with light and shade alternately.The moment Ning Changjiu held the sword handle, the iron sword in the serpent sheath seemed to come to life. It vibrated in the sheath as if a real white snake wiggled and wanted to cast off its old skin and replace it with the sharp and new scaly armor. As the sword Qi rose, the young man dropped his smile. Blown by the wind, his black hair also looked like a wildly dancing snake in the sheath.He had started to
"Nonsense!" Zhao Xiang'er looked at the sparrow and stayed quiet for a while. Her drowsy eyes became clear. She cast an angry glance at Ning Changjiu and said, "I've woken up while you seem to be dreaming!"Ning Changjiu took a look at the sparrow in the tree and stared at Zhao Xiang'er with disdain, saying, "You are an empress. Can you be a bit poetic?"His voice seemed a bit loud. No sooner had he finished talking than the sparrow flew away in shock."Your poetic flavor is gone." Zhao Xiang'er said with a sneer, "Would you like to chase it?""The young Rosefinch is around. What's the point of chasing a sparrow?" Ning Changjiu replied.Zhao Xiang'er arched her eyebrows and asked, "Oh? So you admit that it is a sparrow?"Ning Changjiu was slightly dazed and didn't know how to explain. He directly said, "Are you reluctant to admit defeat?"Zhao Xiang'er was always the unreasonable one. N
Ning Changjiu stood in the sea of fire. The demon-like flames were burning everything.He looked through the red flames and found that the layout of the streets and houses didn't seem to be much changed. The city gate he had gone through was still closed. The relics of the Qianyu Palace were also burning in the fire. Everything in the fire was nearly transparently burned.The shrine in front of which Zhao Xiang'er stayed was hanging in the sky. A staircase constructed by the flame was drooping. The staircase was like the path of atonement the evil people had to walk past barefooted in the fantasy stories. Even if Ning Changjiu's body was potent, when the fire came to him, he also felt a blast of indelible heat as if his skin were to be grilled into a thin and charred piece.Ning Changjiu knew that these were all hallucinations. This world was not a real world. Nevertheless, when those flaming divine birds flew up in all directions, he wa
The killing sound rent the air.This was a road paved with corpses and blood. It was like a bloody carpet, extending from this long street to the whole imperial city. Even the endless fire couldn't burn it off.Ning Changjiu was still wearing white clothes with black hair, except that his body had turned golden. The golden color was like the newly cast bell in the temple.Holding the horn, he charged forward and fought with the ancient beasts. He became like a dauntless Sura bathed in the blood. All the splashed blood was ruthlessly slashed by him with the sword, followed by even more overwhelming blood sprays amidst continuous slaying.Currently, Ning Changjiu was not exerting any sword move but simply slashing and hacking. He didn't look sturdy at all but when he rushed into the crowd, he was like a strong giant bear.The endless killing was like a falling nightmare. Holding the sword, Ning Changjiu slew all t