Chapter 116
There are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.
At Qingyi Academy, Sheng Ningyu was a notorious troublemaker, causing headaches for her teachers and elders, and the academy's rules were constantly being revised because of her.
Even excluding Sheng Ningyu's collusion with others, her own actions alone added more than ten new rules to the Qingyi Academy.
However, this "troublemaker" also has weaknesses.
She doesn't know her way around very well, and she likes to wander around.
She doesn't know how to style her hair, but she has a particular fondness for pretty things. Every time she puts her hair up, she gets angry with herself.
When Sheng Ningyu was a child, all the elaborate and beautiful hairstyles she liked were styled by her second senior brother.
Later, her second senior brother became increasingly distant from her. At that time, Sheng Ningyu seemed calm, but she was always conflicted.
That was the Lantern Festival in the mortal world, and also a once-in-a-century sacrificial ceremony for the Bodhi Xie family.
Sheng Ningyu knew about this long ago, but she still kept sending messages by letter and kite.
I told Xie Qianjing that she had made another mistake and was probably about to be kicked out of the Sword Pavilion.
A moment later, she told Xie Qianjing that Qingyi Academy was about to welcome many new students. She said that her junior brothers and sisters were very interesting, but far less adorable than her junior sister Ning Jiao.
It's a hodgepodge, it has everything.
Finally, even though Sheng Ningyu couldn't come up with any more nonsense, the letter paper was already laid out, and she had to write something.
Therefore, Sheng Ningyu wrote:
[The Lantern Festival is almost here. It's beautiful. The young master of the prefect I just met even treated me to tangyuan (sweet rice balls), but unfortunately they were too bland and not sweet enough.]
After thinking about it, Sheng Ningyu felt unhappy again.
In the mortal world, the Lantern Festival is a time for family reunions, but this time, neither the eldest brother nor the second brother, nor the youngest sister and brother, could be with her.
Sheng Ningyu bit the pen tip, her nose stung with tears, and in a fit of pique, she added six more characters.
[It didn't taste good, and I'm not happy!]
After finishing writing, Sheng Ningyu patted the kite with satisfaction. After thinking for a moment, she wrote a beautiful paper lantern with a thin flame, stuffed it into the envelope, and instructed the kite, "Make sure it gets delivered, my friend kite!"
With the snow covering the Xie family's house, I wonder what expression Xie Qianjing will have when he opens her letter and a ball of fire leaps out.
The more Sheng Ningyu thought about it, the more interesting it seemed. She even began to wonder if Xie Qianjing would get bored living in such cold snow all year round.
Perhaps she could research something like a talisman array in the future, and with a "bang," blast the snow clean.
Sheng Ningyu's emotions came and went quickly.
She quickly composed herself and skipped around the mortal market.
During festivals and holidays, the world is bustling with activity, the lights are as bright as day, and smiles are on the faces of men, women, and children.
Sheng Ningyu really liked that kind of smile.
She mingled among the crowd, slowly moving with the flow of people, finding everything interesting. In her right hand, she held a freshly dipped sugar painting, the sugar syrup glistening, which she had painted herself. In her left hand, she carried a small lantern with a full moon pattern painted on it.
The long street was bathed in the bright red glow of lanterns, and people were packed together, their laughter and shouts mingling with the aroma of various snacks, the warmth of which enveloped their faces. Sheng Ningyu was listening to a group of young couples bickering, one saying, "It's all my fault," the other, "How could I dare to blame you?" Sheng Ningyu was completely absorbed in the conversation, thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Fellow Daoist Sheng."
Sheng Ningyu turned around in surprise.
The crowds continued to surge around me, bustling and noisy. Yet, amidst that flowing, warm sea of lights, a figure stood quietly, like a pear blossom falling from the sky amidst the vibrant spring colors of Jianmen Pass.
Sheng Ningyu's favorite flower is the pear blossom in Jian Ge.
Xie Xiaoxianjun's voice was cool and clear: "I'm used to it."
Sheng Ningyu looked down at her red dress and resolutely refused: "No! You have to change into red, otherwise it will look too strange for the two of us to walk together!"
Xie Qianjing could never win against her.
With a simple spell, the color of the clothes was easily changed.
This was the first time Xie Qianjing had worn such a vibrant color. He tugged at his sleeve somewhat uncomfortably, a hint of confusion creeping into his otherwise calm tone.
“Those people have been watching us.”
Sheng Ningyu followed Xie Qianjing's gaze and saw a group of children laughing and joking at them.
Seeing Sheng Ningyu looking over, the children were not afraid at all and swarmed around her, bowing and offering their congratulations in a seemingly respectful manner.
"May we be forever united in heart!"
Congratulations on your marriage!
May you have a son soon!
Sheng Ningyu: "..."
It's over.
She forgot that although red is festive, in the mundane world, when a man and a woman wear red together, there will always be some other implications.
She was just thinking about how to fool Xie Qianjing to maintain her identity as a "know-it-all in the mortal world" when she turned around and saw Xie Xiaoxianjun handing out candy to the children.
Sheng Ningyu: "???"
She shooed the children away like a hawk, and didn't forget to turn around and question Xie Qianjing: "Where did you get this candy from?"
Xie Xiaoxianjun remained calm: "I just happened to take it for today's ceremony."
Well, the dignified Bodhi Immortal Lord, instead of properly performing his family ceremony, has been stealing candy.
Sheng Ningyu chased everyone away, stood confidently in front of Xie Qianjing, and held out her hand: "Where's mine?"
Something fell into her palm.
It's a box of pastries.
Sheng Ningyu raised an eyebrow: "Did you just grab it?"
Xie Qianjing nodded.
“I know,” Xie Qianjing said casually. “This time, all the pastries at the sacrificial ceremony had five times the amount of sugar added.”
Sheng Ningyu was a little slow in taking out the pastries.
She didn't look up, but muttered under her breath, "Why aren't you at the Xie family's house? What are you doing here?"
That year, Xie Xiaoxianjun did not answer this question.
Colorful fireworks burst in the sky, their embers falling towards the two of them. Around them were dazzling lanterns and countless other novelties.
But Sheng Ningyu only saw herself in Xie Qianjing's eyes.
Sheng Ningyu hissed and took a step back in disbelief: "How did I end up in such a sorry state?!"
Xie Qianjing caught her in time.
"Not at all disheveled, she looks beautiful."
With a sudden sound.
Fireworks rose into the sky again.
This time the fireworks were far more dazzling and beautiful than before, but when Sheng Ningyu stole a glance at Xie Qianjing, she found that he still only had eyes for her.
Sheng Ningyu suddenly smiled and said, "Xie Qianjing, I don't know how to comb my hair."
Xie Qianjing almost instinctively said, "I'll help you."
As soon as he said it, he was stunned, while Sheng Ningyu laughed so hard she was bent over, her wicked scheme succeeding.
She extended her little finger, mimicking the manner of the mortals she had seen before: "It's a deal!"
Xie Qianjing paused for a moment before slowly extending his little finger.
It's a deal.
Sheng Ningyu became extremely happy.
She frequently went to see Xie Qianjing.
She asked Xie Qianjing to comb her hair, to carve a wooden hairpin for her, to make pastries, and so on...
These were all things that had already happened in Sheng Ningyu's memory.
Sheng Ningyu once again relives her memories.
It turns out that those memories she thought she had were not real memories, but were deliberately erased and transferred to someone else.
But why?
"Sword Master, the Xie family has arrived."
Looking back suddenly!
This was not Sheng Ningyu's memory, and she could not see it clearly; she could only see a few scattered figures coming and going.
However, the "Sword Master" surrounded by figures was not him.
Instead, it was her master, the Sword Master Guihai.
Sheng Ningyu watched helplessly as her master's expression shifted from indifference to annoyance, and from annoyance to astonishment. For a fleeting moment, Sheng Ningyu even clearly saw the killing intent in Guihai Sword Master's eyes.
But soon, all those emotions turned into confusion.
"Switching fates... exchanging the destiny of a 'sage ruler' with the fate of one destined to suffer a great calamity by 'becoming a demon'..."
Sheng Ningyu could no longer hear anything.
Her mind was buzzing.
At this moment, all the contradictions were resolved.
A wise ruler should have a mind as clear as a mirror.
A wise ruler should not have personal feelings.
It turns out that he was destined to be the legendary "sage ruler".
Sheng Ningyu raised her eyes in a daze, and even though she knew this was just a past illusion, her hands were still numb.
"...This matter is entirely beneficial to our Sword Pavilion, but I am truly curious, Little Immortal Lord Xie, what do you wish for?"
The Sword Master Guihai was right in front of her, staring intently at her, as if he were speaking to her.
But Sheng Ningyu knew that wasn't the case.
Xie Qianjing sat upright. He was born with an otherworldly and stunning appearance. At this moment, he was dressed in the orthodox immortal robes of the Bodhi Xie family. Large swaths of Bodhi lotus flowers enveloped him, making the little immortal lord appear even more like a celestial being.
Xie Qianjing opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, a lively and cheerful voice interrupted their conversation.
Xie Qianjing suddenly turned around.
His gaze swept over everything and landed firmly on her.
He saw her burst into the hall, first bowing to the Sword Master Guihai, then rattling off a long string of words before finally fixing her gaze on him and blinking gently.
She was watching him.
Xie Qianjing felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation.
There was no snow in Jianmen Pass, and the spring weather was mild and the scenery was bright. But in an instant, it seemed as if millions of snowflakes were flying up from the ground, the pear blossoms in front of the courtyard were like butterfly wings fluttering, and the sun, moon and stars seemed to be upside down.
Xie Qianjing had this feeling every time he saw her.
The whole world has fallen into chaos.
He could only see her.
When Xie Qianjing came to his senses again, he saw Guihai Sword Master staring at him with a deep gaze and black energy in his eyes.
The composed swordsman put down his teacup and said in a sarcastic tone, "My disciple calls me 'Master,' but Little Immortal Xie turned around faster than I did."
Xie Qianjing was at a loss for words, and his ears turned red in an instant.
Sheng Ningyu, relying on her past memories, was unable to see herself and laughed so hard she almost fell over.
Pear blossoms fall like rain in the courtyard.
Sheng Ningyu didn't hear what they were saying, but she heard Guihai Sword Master say, "My disciple is the Path of Ruthlessness."
After a long silence, a very soft voice rang out.
"Xie Qianjing, if you insist on arranging this marriage with her, you must not only exchange your destinies, but also promise me that you will not mislead her swordsmanship, and if you fall into demonic possession in the future, you must not harm her. Furthermore, this marriage involves her destiny, and must not be known to outsiders..."
As Sheng Ningyu listened, the smile on her face grew fainter and fainter.
She knew that Guihai Sword Master was doing this for her own good, but she still couldn't help thinking about it at this moment.
Xie Qianjing.
Xie Qianjing.
...What an idiot.
A sudden gust of wind swirled around Sheng Ningyu, forcing her to squint.
Everything became blurred, and in the formless void, a familiar voice seemed to ask.
Do you know how he answered back then?
Before she could finish speaking, Sheng Ningyu suddenly turned her head.
She didn't know when she had returned to the very core of the Endless Sea.
She was surrounded by dark blue seawater, and a person was floating in front of her.
Sheng Ningyu could hardly believe it; she didn't even dare to utter a sound, for fear of shattering the illusion.
"So timid?"
Sheng Ningyu: "Ha, who would be afraid of you? Nowadays, when people mention the title 'Sword Master,' the only one they think of is me, Sheng Ningyu."
She spoke bluntly, but Ning Guihai wasn't angry at all; instead, he burst into laughter.
"Excellent! You truly are worthy of being my disciple."
Ning Guihai looked at Sheng Ningyu and said, "It seems that the old bastard Xin Zhuiwang couldn't keep his true nature after all, since you were able to come here."
Sheng Ningyu said bluntly, "You don't need to worry. He was just killed by his disciple. He's gone from an old thing to a dead thing."
Ning Guihai: "..."
After many years, his disciple was still as speechless as ever.
She must have gotten herself into a lot of trouble back then because of her mouth. Now, seeing her like this, she should have learned her lesson. How can she still spout such nonsense?
In just a moment, Ning Guihai found the reason.
The two spoke almost simultaneously, and Ning Guihai understood her meaning without Sheng Ningyu needing to say anything more.
He waved his hand and said, "The destruction of the Bodhi Xie clan has nothing to do with your destiny. On the contrary, it was because of you that he obtained the 'demon's' fortune and was able to survive this scheming."
If a sage ruler were to fall into the mire, he would have no choice but to die.
"As for your second senior brother..." Ning Guihai seemed to remember something and gave Sheng Ningyu a disdainful look.
“You are not incapable of killing him inside the demonic cocoon, so why are you hesitant?”
Sheng Ningyu looked at Ning Guihai: "Junior Sister is dead."
Ning Guihai was stunned for a moment: "She... has turned into a demon?"
Sheng Ningyu shook her head: "No."
“...Very well.” Ning Guihai spoke slowly, his gaze somewhat wistful. “The child’s mother was a friend of an old friend of mine. Her only wish before she passed away was for her daughter to live an upright life in this world, to remain untainted by filth, and to never lose her true self.”
That's why Ning Guihai was so worried when he discovered that Ning Jiao had the destiny of a demonic seed. He was afraid that all of this was Xin Zhuiwang's doing, but he was also afraid that if it were true, and things got out of hand, Ning Jiao might be eliminated prematurely.
He could only forbid her from going down the mountain and keep her by his side to raise her.
I don't know whether all of this is right or wrong.
“Your second senior brother is really capable, using the opponent’s strength against them and going with the flow.” Ning Guihai sighed again, “Even that old bastard Xin Zhuiwang fell for his trick in the end.”
Unfortunately, he was too consumed by anger and delusion, and ultimately lost his true self.
Sheng Ningyu said bluntly, "Master rarely shows himself, why not teach me a few moves? Even that monster Xin Zhuiwang was taken advantage of by Second Senior Brother's demonic energy and had his mind controlled. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid the next Tianji Pavilion Master would have fallen for it too."
"No matter what, Senior Brother can't hold out for long. What if I go out now and get caught by Senior Brother?"
Ning Guihai replied, "You have a way to kill your senior brother, I'm not worried about you."
Sheng Ningyu followed behind him: "What if I get bewitched again and lose my memory?"
“You?” Ning Guihai stopped and turned around. “Your coffin was thrown into the Boundless Sea. Thanks to you, I happened to see your coffin when you cleaved the Boundless Sea with your first sword.”
Densely packed, each stroke distinct.
They all use the three characters "Sheng Ningyu".
Even with bloodstains everywhere and her fingertips raw from splinters in the wood, she continued writing.
Ning Guihai made a pointed remark: "The sage is not attached to the 'condensation' of things, nor to the 'jade' of a house full of gold and jade. My wicked disciple, no one in this world remembers 'Sheng Ningyu' better than you."
Sheng Ningyu was speechless: "You won't teach this, you won't teach that, so what are you doing leaving a phantom image here?"
Ning Guihai chuckled: "I came here especially to keep you company because I was afraid you'd be scared. Speaking of which, I also have something I want to ask you."
In retrospect, although they avoided certain death, they still suffered greatly.
Ning Guihai said, "You've come down here now to find a way out for that Xie family brat, haven't you? Mingyue, are you really interested in that Xie family brat?"
Sheng Ningyu: "Why are you asking such detailed questions?"
What does it mean to be moved?
It's hard to explain for Sheng Ningyu, because every time she spends time with Xie Qianjing, she falls for him.
Sheng Ningyu shook her head: "Master, just tell me directly, how do I find him?"
"No rush," Ning Guihai shook his head and said, "I'm just curious, what exactly do you like about that kid?"
What do you like?
Sheng Ningyu wanted to speak, but the words caught in her throat.
“Master, I can’t explain why I like him.” Sheng Ningyu touched her wrist; Rong Que’s spirit bone still resided within her body.
Sheng Ningyu unconsciously curved her lips into a smile.
"But I know that even when I'm at my happiest, if he calls me from behind, I will turn around."
Ning Guihai was taken aback.
So that's how it is.
He looked at Sheng Ningyu, no longer beating around the bush, and directly stated: "You have that 'Fragment of the Heavenly Destiny Scroll' on you, and a fragment of that Xie family boy's spiritual bone within you. Once we take his soul away from here, I don't need to tell you the specifics, do I?"
Before Sheng Ningyu could respond, Ning Guihai's smile vanished. "Mingyue, let's go back."
So fast?
Ning Guihai sensed the sarcasm in Sheng Ningyu's words, but he didn't care and instead laughed loudly.
"You may go wherever the sword wind points."
Sheng Ningyu deliberately contradicted him: "Master, after you left, I was tricked by them and buried in a coffin for sixty years. The sword is no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning."
Ning Guihai: "Who talked about the sword's edge? I was talking about the sword's wind!" The next second, Ning Guihai casually waved his hand, and a fierce wind suddenly rose up from the bottom of the Boundless Sea, rolling in from all directions!
Before Sheng Ningyu could dodge, the seawater whipped up by the wind blinded her, and through the blur, she seemed to glimpse the first rays of sunlight.
In her hazy state, Ning Guihai's words echoed in her ears.
"When I saw that sword, I knew that you, Sheng Ningyu, should be my disciple, Ning Guihai's disciple!"
"Go, Mingyue! Do what you want to do, without worry!"
...
Rong Que liked Sheng Ningyu's personality.
However, Rong Que disliked Sheng Ningyu's talent.
He couldn't remember when his aversion began, but once he realized it, the aversion clung to the hairpin flower like a maggot clinging to its bone.
Rong Que believed that the new junior sister could make up for this.
At first, Rong Que thought everything would go as he expected.
Even the puppets he had carved for so long could not resemble Sheng Ningyu in the slightest.
After searching and wasting a long time, Rong Que finally understood something very simple in a moment of sudden realization one day.
It turns out that there really is no second bright moon under the whole sky.
And in the Three Realms, there will never be another Sheng Ningyu.
Countless floating seas, three thousand layers of the Great Dao, all living beings are like ants swirling within, reincarnating and bustling about, yet not a single one can be recognized by him anymore.
It turns out, there really was only one person.
But by then, it was far too late.
Someone had already taken his place, etched themselves into her life in such a special way, and shared her most secret thoughts that even he had never touched.
At the end of the Boundless Sea, Rong Que awaits the appearance of Sheng Ningyu.
Just now at the inn, Yan Ruchao and Han Yuyi didn't manage to hold him for too long.
To be honest, in terms of pure ability, neither of them is inferior. It's a pity that they love each other so much that they have weaknesses and reservations.
It was just a few illusions, yet they were so hesitant to act rashly.
ridiculous.
Rong Que thought, "Junior sister, is it something like this that has distracted you?"
Almost at the same time, the figure Rong Que was thinking of appeared before him.
She was still wearing the clothes she had worn when they parted, the blue and white robes of a Sword Pavilion disciple.
It's the most beautiful.
"Has Junior Sister met Master?" Before Sheng Ningyu could speak, Rong Que already knew, "Junior Sister is still as soft-hearted as ever."
She would feel guilty for the sake of the people of Jian Ge.
Rong Que suddenly said, "Last time, it was my junior sister who let me go."
Sheng Ningyu: "Last time it was because of the thousands of people behind me who entered the Demon Cocoon. No matter who was in the crowd, I would save them because there were too many innocent people among them."
"But this time, I came only for Xie Qianjing."
Rong Que looked at Sheng Ningyu, his narrow eyes seemingly showing some surprise: "Junior Sister wants to kill me?"
Sheng Ningyu narrowed her eyes.
The reason she was talking nonsense was because she hadn't sensed Xie Qianjing's soul.
However, the Sword Master Guihai clearly stated that Xie Qianjing's soul resides here.
“Three thousand worlds, three thousand mirrors. He was destined to be a ‘Demon Lord,’ and was not tolerated by the world. Therefore, he transformed into spring rain and snow, scattering everywhere.” Rong Que held the Qinggui Sword horizontally at his side, and just as Sheng Ningyu’s sword was about to strike, he suddenly moved the sword away.
He didn't struggle, but obediently fell backward.
Rong Que knew that he was no match for Sheng Ningyu in swordsmanship.
His specialty has never been the sword.
Rather, it's about scheming to win people's hearts.
Rong Que laughed, but his voice was hoarse and sounded less gentle than before, instead carrying a morbid and obsessive quality like that of a demon.
"The Fragment of the Heavenly Decree is here. If you wish to kill me, junior sister, you may enter the Floating Life Realm!"
"You kill me a few times, and you get a few fragments of his soul, junior sister, junior sister..."
Rong Que laughed, the tone rising strangely at the end, as if carrying the same sigh as always.
Of course you can kill me.
But after you've killed me so many times, will you still be that bright, shining moon?
Come on, come on.
"Sheng Mingyue, I'm waiting for you to kill me."
In an instant, a fleeting dream begins.
...
As soon as Sheng Ningyu emerged from the Boundless Sea, she saw Rong Que.
She hated Rong Que so much that she stabbed him through with her sword, but in the blink of an eye she saw the young Rong Que.
"What are you doing? This is a hairpin I bought for my junior sister, and you've ruined it."
Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Ningyu had already plunged the sword in her hand into his chest.
Sheng Ningyu gasped for breath and closed her eyes.
The world was plunged into darkness for a moment, and then light returned the next second.
The young Rong Que is practicing swordsmanship.
Without hesitation, Sheng Ningyu stepped forward and struck again with her sword.
"Who are you?"
The Sword Master, usually so deadly, was not so precise this time. When the young Rong Que turned around and saw Sheng Ningyu's appearance, his narrow eyes were momentarily stunned.
"you……"
Why do you look so much like my junior sister?
But the young man Rong Que clearly knew that his junior sister was the most obedient and well-behaved, and would never look at him with such a cold gaze.
He said, "What kind of demon are you, that you possessed my junior sister's body?"
This time, after he finished speaking, Sheng Ningyu drew her sword from her waist and stabbed him again.
...
I've lost count of how many times this has happened.
This time, Sheng Ningyu saw Ning Guihai.
Ning Guihai stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a chilling aura: "Rong Que, if you can't calm your mind, you can't suppress the demonic energy in your heart!"
"Disciple understands."
Ning Guihai sighed deeply: "Why are you so troubled?"
"Junior Sister came up the mountain today, and everyone is paying attention to her. Mingyue might feel a bit down. I need to go and keep her company."
With a loud bang, an immense pressure spread through the air!
Ning Guihai, with his back turned, said in a low voice, "If you cannot suppress the aura of the demon, you are not allowed to go looking for her again."
"...Yes, Master."
Sheng Ningyu stood in the shadows, listening quietly.
Her palms felt a little numb.
So when Rong Que passed by, she struck again with her sword, but her aim was not quite right.
The young man in white collapsed to the ground instantly, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, but he still stubbornly held on, staring intently at Sheng Ningyu.
His narrow eyes exuded a thin layer of death, yet even so, they could not conceal the astonishment within them.
Blood gushed from Rong Que's mouth: "Who are you? Why do you have my junior sister's face?"
It looks so pitiful and touching that it makes one feel sorry for the person who saw it.
But after so many years as fellow disciples, Sheng Ningyu knew Rong Que all too well.
She understands him better than he thought.
Sure enough, this is her second senior brother.
There is truth and falsehood, truth and falsehood intertwined.
Many times, no one can tell what he is thinking.
Sheng Ningyu used her sword to snatch the letter and kite that Rong Que had hidden behind his back. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke as the last sword fell.
"I am your junior sister."
...
In the very end, Sheng Ningyu could hardly remember how many times she had reincarnated.
She was covered in blood, her hands gripping the sword so tightly that the hilt was almost stuck in her palm.
Then, she met Rong Que again.
The youngest Rong Que.
He looked at Sheng Ningyu, who was covered in blood, and his eyes widened suddenly. He hesitated, but carefully stepped forward.
Are you... my junior sister?
Sheng Ningyu paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, that's me."
But how is that possible?
Young Rong Que thought that his junior sister was still so young, running all over the mountains and fields all day long, but she was also very delicate and afraid of pain. Except when practicing swordsmanship, she would cry out even if her finger was just scratched.
How could she bear to let herself get hurt like this?
Moreover, if she really is his junior sister, then what is her senior brother doing? Doesn't he know how to protect her?
Therefore, the young Rong Que concluded that Sheng Ningyu was lying.
He should have gone straight ahead to tell his superiors that there were unknown people here, but when he passed Sheng Ningyu, for some reason, the young Rong Que could no longer move his feet.
He pursed his lips and whispered, "Are you injured?"
"Injured? I'm alright."
Sheng Ningyu looked at Rong Que and a wicked thought came to her mind. She curled her lips into a smile, knelt on the ground, propped her right hand on her sword, and beckoned to Rong Que with her left hand, "Come here, I have something to say to you."
A look of wariness crossed Rong Que's face as he shook his head: "Master doesn't allow us to get close to strangers."
Sheng Ningyu: "But I'm your future junior sister."
Young Rong Que looked at Sheng Ningyu carefully for a while, a conflict crossing his face, but in the end he softened.
Young Rong Que leaned closer: "What do you want to tell me?"
Sheng Ningyu looked into his clear eyes and said, word by word, "My clothes have more than just my blood on them."
The young man's face trembled, his long eyelashes lowering: "Who else's?"
"And yours too." Sheng Ningyu raised the corners of her mouth, grabbed his neck with one hand, forced him to look at her, and laughed wickedly, "You have more blood."
Even Sheng Ningyu would eventually be exhausted amidst the endless slaughter.
At this moment, any swordsman, any sword, could kill her.
Even without his natal sword, young Rong Que could kill her with just one simple move.
The young Rong Que stared at her for a long time, then pursed his lips and asked, "Did I do something bad in the future?"
Sheng Ningyu was taken aback, then smiled.
“Yes.” She drew out her words and said softly, “You betrayed the Sword Sect, colluded with others, manipulated the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion with demonic energy, and killed innocent people... You even caused me to lie in that silent, colorless, and sunless coffin for sixty years.”
Upon hearing the words "demons and ghosts," Rong Que's eyes widened suddenly, then he realized what she meant. His eyebrows curved into a smile, like the purest jade hairpin flower in the mountains.
"But you came out."
"Yes, I'm out."
"Ah...that's good." Young Rong Que lowered his head again, seemingly talking to himself, "Junior Sister has become very powerful. She can kill me and protect herself now."
His voice was so soft that Sheng Ningyu could barely hear it. Her right hand was already aching so much that she could no longer support the sword, but Rong Que seized the opportunity and grabbed the sword.
"Is this your future sword?"
"Yes, it's called 'Impossible'."
"Impossible? 'Impossible' in the sense of knowing it's impossible?" Young Rong Que laughed genuinely, seemingly talking to himself, "This is the kind of name my junior sister would come up with."
Sheng Ningyu slowly smiled as well.
Rong Que would never praise this sword name again.
Therefore, although the "unacceptable" in "unacceptable sword" does not mean this, she does not intend to correct it.
The young Rong Que took the most common wooden sword from Jian Ge at his waist and handed it to Sheng Ningyu: "Use this to kill me."
Sheng Ningyu was stunned for a moment.
"Why can't I use it?"
The young Rong Que smiled gently: "I don't want you to see that sword in the future and think about how it once killed your senior brother."
Sheng Ningyu lowered her eyes and gripped the wooden sword tightly: "Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"
Young Rong Que shook his head: "I recognize you. You really are Junior Sister." He said, "Junior Sister wouldn't lie to me."
The young man had exquisite features and already possessed the potential to become a legend in the cultivation world.
Sheng Ningyu suddenly asked, "Senior brother, have you named your wooden sword?"
“Of course.” Young Rong Que was somewhat surprised. “Didn’t I tell you about the future?”
Sheng Ningyu shook her head: "I only know the name of my senior brother's natal sword."
The boy smiled, revealing a natural, innocent handsomeness.
"I don't know what my future self will think, but right now... if I could name a sword, I would want to call it 'Qinggui'."
Sheng Ningyu stroked the iron sword and spoke casually, "Rules and regulations? Senior brother has always had extremely high standards for himself since childhood."
Young Rong Que looked at Sheng Ningyu, seemingly a little embarrassed, and pursed his lips, saying, "That's partly true, but not entirely."
"Beyond the starlight, pure rules emerge; pure rules also have the meaning of the moon," said the young Rong Que. "I want to become like my junior sister, and practice a sword as powerful as hers."
For a moment, Sheng Ningyu's hand holding the wooden sword suddenly lost its strength.
Looking at the young man Rong Que, she seemed to be able to sketch out another, even more slender silhouette.
If only those things hadn't happened later.
If only my senior brother were just a senior brother.
The young Rong Que seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion, and the expression on his face became incredulous.
He said, "My future is really bad... Junior Sister, you should kill me quickly, then go back and kill the worst version of me."
He said, "Junior Sister, I'm the one who asked you to kill me."
He said, "Mingyue, be good."
Sheng Ningyu lowered her eyelashes and suddenly smiled.
"Okay, I'll listen to my second senior brother this time too."
At the same time, the wooden sword pierced through flesh and blood; this was the most unorthodox move Sheng Ningyu had ever made since she began learning swordsmanship.
The final layer of the Ninefold Sword.
It is named "Invisible".
...
She saw Rong Que three thousand times and killed him three thousand times.
They say that life spans three thousand worlds, so she will sever all of Rong Que's future.
As the fight reached its final moments, Sheng Ningyu almost had a delusion, perhaps not just three thousand times, but perhaps even more.
Slaughter...
bloody……
Slaughter...
die……
In the end, Sheng Ningyu's swordsmanship became almost mechanical. She stood blankly with her sword in the mist and snow.
For a moment, they didn't know where to go.
This call, like a lifeline, easily stirred her emotions.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
Before Sheng Ningyu could even remember who it was, a slight sour feeling welled up in her heart.
She suddenly turned around.
The young man in white stood behind her, a red mark between his brows, pure and ethereal like snow on a mountain peak, like a Bodhi lotus.
Seeing her looking at him, this immortal lord, as beautiful as a Bodhi lotus, suddenly smiled.
In that instant, Sheng Ningyu seemed to hear the sound of the spring breeze gently blowing away the snow on the mountaintop.
"Ninefold." Xie Qianjing opened his arms. "Come here?"
Years have passed, mountains have gone with the water, but love has come with the wind.
Just as she told the Sword Master of Guihai.
Whenever Xie Qianjing calls her, she will turn around.
With a flick of her fingertips, sticky drops of blood fell, stirring her heart. In an instant, the blood, like pear blossoms falling like snowflakes, landed in the Bodhi Pond.
She threw herself into the arms of the person in front of her without any further hesitation.
“Xie Qianjing, I used to be the one who cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness under your guidance.” Sheng Ningyu stared into his eyes. “Did you already know this all along?”
Xie Qianjing pursed his lips slightly: "Yes, I knew it all along."
Sheng Ningyu stared at him, then suddenly laughed.
“No, you don’t know,” Sheng Ningyu said, shaking her head.
"The moment I saw you, I realized that I could no longer cultivate this ruthless path."
Just like how you started planning your marriage the moment you saw me.
I have.
Sheng Ningyu placed her hands on Xie Qianjing's shoulders, keeping a distance, and asked him seriously, "Little Immortal Lord Xie, do you know where the name 'Unbreakable Sword' comes from?"
Xie Qianjing indulged Sheng Ningyu's groping of her body. Upon hearing this, her eyes curved into a smile, and a red mark between her brows shone brightly, making her even more stunningly beautiful than before.
"It's just that I was too talkative back then and stopped you a few times, but you still remember it to this day."
Despite this, Xie Qianjing remained calm and showed no sign of regret.
Sheng Ningyu denied it: "That's not it."
no?
Xie Qianjing's eyebrows twitched slightly, but after a long while, he shook his head: "I can't think of anything."
Sheng Ningyu tiptoed forward and touched the red mark between his eyebrows.
"In addition, it also means 'I can't live without you'."
Satisfied to see the ears of the person in front of her blush, Sheng Ningyu's wicked thoughts were satisfied.
She tried to turn around, but someone grabbed her waist.
As they played, pear blossoms fell like rain, as if moonlight were scattering.
Xie Qianjing.
Xie Qianjing.
The world is a vast and complex place, full of countless mountains and rivers, where right and wrong never cease. The bright moon, hanging high in the sky, shines over thousands of miles, and finally, a handful of pure snowflakes falls, flowing together into the four seas.
Demon and saint, sword and snow, love and hate.
Human life is fleeting and infatuated, the eternal romance is but a dream.
I am so fortunate to have met you here.
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I had already decided to stop here.
There will also be side stories that explain some details~ If you have any side stories or "what if" scenarios you'd like to see, feel free to leave a comment!
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