The night was silent and the lights were light. Ning Changjiu looked at her expressionlessly, and his already faint eyes were almost transparent.

That was a moment of confusion.

He quickly returned to peace, just like the fireworks that disappeared in his blue shirt and sleeves.

"I'm going to rest for a long time, don't think too much." He said: "I will always be your senior brother."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him in fear.

Ning Changjiu looked at her face, and the girl subconsciously shrank backwards, and her body suddenly touched the wall, and she trembled all over.

As her thoughts were chaotic, Ning turned around and left for a long time, and the lights went out. Ning Xiaoling shrank in the corner and looked at the dark front in horror. As if her courage had been exhausted, she collapsed on the bed, holding her face in both hands, and tears overflowed between her pale and dry fingers.

Pick.

Ning Changjiu closed the door.

The autumn rain outside was not over, Ning moved a chair and sat by the door for a long time. The 16-year-old boy sat like this, and he was a bit steadfast and mature.

"Who am I..." Ning repeated this question for a long time.

He had been thinking about this question for a whole afternoon, and the rain was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, but he could not give him an answer.

On that thrilling night five days ago, Ning Qinshui slapped his head with a palm, and the sky spirit hole opened, and countless evil spirits entered in a row. Just as his soul was about to be bitten away in an instant, something seemed to wake up in the depths of his body.

It was a strange consciousness, which seemed to come from a gray and desolate "prisoner".

Then Wan Gui Piyi woke up from his coma, feeling that the world was clear, and countless mysterious Taoisms appeared in his memory in nature.

He pointed a little finger and looked at the shattered corpse, two completely different memories in his mind collided.

In another memory, his original name was Zhang Jiu. After entering the master with his second senior brother, he said that his master did not like this surname, so he changed it to long-lasting, and wanted to live forever. He chose a surname by himself, because the word "Ning" is like a sword, so he chose Ning.

The twenty-four years of practice of Taoism flashed through my mind like fragments, and the lights flew in a hurry.

At the end of my memory, I returned to the question Ning Xiaoling asked him two days ago.

"What did you remember?"

"I remembered that my master killed me."

This short conversation was the end of his previous life.

It is also the starting point of this life.

So who is Ning Changjiu?

"Senior sister, you once said that outside the hidden country, people cannot be resurrected by death." Ning Changjiu asked himself softly: "What am I?"

...

...

Deep in the imperial city, the continuous attic stands along the long steps. The temple that should have been like stars holding the moon was left with only charred broken walls.

The road to this ruin has been blocked, and guards are guarding them with lanterns all night.

"Who?"

One of the guards suddenly shouted.

The faint lights illuminated the raindrops, and in the night rain ahead, a figure walking with an umbrella was faintly outlined.

It was an old red umbrella, with fine and neat umbrella bones supporting the dark red umbrella surface. The rain knocked down, jumped up, shattered, and turned into mist.

The night is like water.

The umbrella had slowly moved over, and the tip of the shoe exposed under the skirt stepped over the accumulated water flowing under the stone steps, and the sound was shattered.

The lantern in the guard's hand shook violently. He looked at the girl standing with an umbrella, and his hand was already pressed on the scabbard.

The girl stopped, she untied a jade token from her waist and handed it over calmly.

The guard took the jade plaque in uncertainty and looked at it carefully. Another guard took a look and then knelt in the rain, saying respectfully and humbly: "Welcome... Welcome to the palace!"

The guard holding the jade plaque understood instantly, and his huge fear also pushed him down, "Your Highness, you... are back."

The girl nodded softly, took back the jade plaque, stepped over the cracked stone steps, and walked towards the ruined palace at the end.

In front of the ruins, the umbrella surface rose slightly, and the lightning teared open the sky at the right time, and her face reflected in the instantaneous light.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, her hair was dipped in water, shaking her cheeks like snow, and lightning flashed through her vague eyes.

After a while, the thunder of autumn rolled over my ears.

The girl suddenly put the umbrella next to her and knelt down to the ruins.

"Daughter is sorry to my mother, the student is sorry to my sir, and the minister is sorry to the common people."

The autumn rain wet her long hair and wet her skirt. The girl's voice was very light, just like the drizzle that was swaying in the wind at this moment:

"Xiang'er...why is she living in vain?"

In the night, the girl knocked down gently.

...

In the early morning, the autumn rain stopped a little, the clouds had not dissipated, and the sky was still dark.

Ning Xiaoling took medicine and took porridge, wore a white single dress and a light-colored robe, sat on the bed, and meditated with a rare silence.

Ning Changjiu cleaned up the stove and porcelain bowls and cleaned the medicine residue. The ground was spotlessly cleaned by him and the desk table was neatly arranged. He was very familiar with it when he did all this.

Ning Xiaoling secretly squinted his eyes and observed him without making any sound.

Ning Changjiu pretended not to see her looking at him.

Both of them seemed to have forgotten the conversation last night, and they both thought that nothing had happened, and they were doing their own things.

"I came to pass a message yesterday and said that my master's body had been examined today. In order to prevent the corpse from changing, it would be burned under the Jiuling Platform today." It was Ning Changjiu who took the lead in breaking the peace: "Go and see?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly tidied, and she said quietly: "That old... Master, he almost killed us. What's the good thing about it?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Don't you want to know the murderer?"

Ning Xiaoling looked at him, felt cold in her heart, suppressed the thought hidden deep in her heart, and said without changing her face: "I heard that there is a big ghost named Shigui hidden in the imperial city. It has killed many people. Those people are extremely tragic in death."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What do you think of Master's Taoism?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and said, "Although I hate him, his Taoism is very exquisite. He has gone to so many wealthy families to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts before, but he has never seen him miss it. This time... he died inexplicably, which is strange."

Ning Changjiu nodded. Judging from the perspective of the mountain below, Ning Qinshui is indeed a master.

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That's it. Let's live our own life in the future... right, senior brother?"

Ning Changjiu ignored her dodging eyes and said, "The body disappears, and the spiritual essence is immortal. If it disperses, it will return to heaven and earth, and if it gathers, it will condense into souls. The more souls in the world, the fewer spiritual essences in heaven and earth will be. Many Taoists think this is not in accordance with the rules."

Ning Xiaoling seemed to understand: "What does this have to do with us? Do you have to abide by this rule?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "I want to stay here to find something, so I will naturally become famous for my master."

Ning Xiaoling was even more confused.

While talking, the door knocked three times, and the middle-aged man in the official uniform and hat walked in.

It's Song Bian.

He looked at the brother and sister and said, "Go to see your master?"

Ning Changjiu nodded, pulled Ning Xiaoling's wrist and pulled her off the bed. Ning Xiaoling looked at her senior brother with some fear, silently wearing shoes and socks, without saying a word.

Song Fang said: "Someone will give you two sums of money later. Although it cannot offset the pain of losing your teacher, it is enough for you to learn skills and live well."

Song Fang thought that after that night, they probably didn't have the spirit of continuing to be a Taoist priest.

Ning Xiaoling bowed and said, "Xiaoling thanked Lord Song."

Ning Changjiu looked at him: "Why is Lord Song so haggard?"

Song Fang said: "Now the people in the imperial city are in panic. The palace sent someone to the death to look for the master of seclusion. There was no result in half a month..."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and interrupted: "It's because it was not peaceful last night and someone in the palace died again."

Song Fang looked at him in surprise, looking puzzled.

Ning Changjiu looked at his face and said seriously: "Since there is no one available, why not let me try it?"

Song Bian only felt that he was joking and said angrily: "Your master is not good, you dare to take risks after you have learned a few years?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I understand a little."

Song Bang couldn't help laughing and said, "Follow me to see your master's corpse later. After reading it, I wonder if you can say this frivolous words."

Ning Changjiu said: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Song Bang was a little impatient: "That night you entered the hall with your master. What happened inside? You forgot so quickly? Young man, you should cherish your life if you survive the disaster. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!