"Still want to find Sang Mingshu?"
Xiao Zhaoning only stretched out her hands to get into his arms.
He smiled, "We Xiaozhao Ning is homesick."
As he said that, he carried Xiao Zhaoning and walked out of the city. When he arrived at the city entrance, Xiao Zhaoning felt that his steps were even slower, so he struggled down.
Under the setting sun, the old man hunched over and held the child, who was no taller than his thigh, toward his home.
A new day, another new understanding.
After resistance came dependence. Xiao Zhaoning's handwriting still changed from scribbling to regularity.
Qin Keyuan would take her to find new friends in Jiang Yicheng. Before seeing the new friends, he would whisper to her about the two children, one named "Xiaoyue" and the other named "Adong".
There is no need for children to be familiar with each other. Knowing the names avoids unnecessary questioning. They can just have fun and laugh heartily.
Days passed by, and today's story was no longer recorded on the later paper. Instead, it was filled with the formal words "Zhao Ning".
Until Xiao Zhaoning shrank to two or three years old, it was impossible to play with grown-up children.
Qin Keyuan carried her on his back and took her to the place indicated by the crooked neck tree.
She was too young to know anything, and she didn't understand the sudden changes in the place she was in and the person holding her in her arms, but she was more and more impressed by the crooked-necked tree.
When Xiao Zhaoning saw the crooked neck tree, it was already withered. There were many red cloth strips tied on it, which had faded and were covered with dust. It was so rotten that it looked like it would turn into crumbs if it was gently pulled.
Two-year-old Xiao Zhaoning could not walk unsteadily and could not speak completely. He stood under the tree, turned his eyes to Qin Keyuan with an aggrieved face, and raised his hand to point at the dead tree.
"no no."
"It's still there, look." Qin Keyuan said softly.
Then the fingertips were a little empty, and a little spiritual light appeared in front of them.
Xiao Zhaoning saw the novelty and fluttered towards the aura like a butterfly, as if it was really wrapped by two little hands.
But when she carefully opened a little slit to take a peek, the spirit came out of her hand smoothly, winding upwards, wrapped in silver brilliance.
When it was spread out again, the dead crooked-neck tree revived again, growing fully at a speed visible to the naked eye. The lush crown spread until it was at its most prosperous, full of flower clusters blooming all over the tree.
The breeze blew, and the petals fell like rain.
Two-year-old Zhao Ning was playing happily under the tree.
Until finally she got tired of playing and stumbled into his arms.
Later, as the age decreased, Xiao Zhaoning became lethargic. Not only did he sleep for most of the day, but the frequency of sleeping also increased. Every time he woke up, he was a smaller Xiao Zhaoning.
Another rocking chair was placed under the mangrove tree. The old man was lying on the rocking chair, and little Zhao Ning was lying in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The rocking chair rocks and rocks, and the years go by.
Until one day, the rocking chair was replaced by a cradle, and Xiao Zhao Ning became a baby.
The clear eyes reflected the falling red leaves and the dying old man.
The old man's fingertips touched her forehead, and his deep voice whispered in her ears.
"I only wish to recruit the little fairy Ning——"
"Anshun."
"Joy."
"Longevity."
The little Zhao Ning just giggled and broke away from the swaddling clothes to grab his hand, just like...the separation by the Qingmo River.
The calamity clouds were billowing in the sky, and the thunder was like a dragon flying and roaring.
Under the mangrove tree, the baby closed his eyes, and his figure disappeared. The clear light intertwined with strands of golden threads slowly bloomed, and gradually compressed to the center point, condensing into the golden elixir of innate good fortune. The strands of golden light of merit danced, pure. The light clear light is charming and dense.
Then the people outside the cradle closed their eyes, and the silver light blurred out, seeming to be solidified, but it was emptied out, like a flying dragon taking wings, holding the clear light of the golden elixir in its mouth, then rushed into the calamity cloud, and then stuck to the sky. Flying quickly towards the southeastern corner of Kyushu.
The phantom of the Heavenly Palace appeared above the calamity clouds and on the steps. Venerable Hongde looked with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and sighing.
The end of the world is so close, looking forward to the city of death.
The sleeping man Puppet Lianyi suddenly opened his eyes. Standing at the high point of Wangxian Palace, he saw silver light like a dragon coming with a mighty calamity cloud.
But in an instant, I sensed a familiar aura, and saw that brilliance was like a dragon holding a pearl. The "jewel" contained the blessings and virtues of life, and it was the master of immortality.
He knelt down devoutly, hoping that all things in the world would surrender.
I saw the silver light flying straight towards the tribulation platform. When the tribulation platform was opened, the four black and yellow characters of heaven and earth connected the world, and the invisible light curtain opened up a new world.
The golden elixir of innate good fortune was sent into the platform for overcoming tribulations, hovering in the center. The clear light spread, the golden light danced, and the golden elixir seemed to have only a thin film of light left.
Within the light film, the soul curled up like a fetus gradually solidified.
Outside the Tribulation Platform, the silver light dragons swam up and down, swirling and spreading, until the first Tribulation Thunder struck fiercely.
The array light screen trembled, and the soul in the golden elixir transformed into a baby.
Another tribulation thunder struck, and the formation light curtain disappeared in an instant. The four formation crystal pillars appeared cracked, but they still swayed away from the light curtain.
The heavenly palace that is facing the tribulation thousands of miles away.
Leng Shuanglong asked, "Why is the innate merit, golden elixir and infantile thunder punishment comparable to the seven or forty-nine thunder punishments of the gods, and even... a bit more powerful."
"The power that threatens the heavens goes against the will of heaven. It is a word of death. What's more..." Venerable Hongde looked from a distance, "She is not crossing alone."
When the third level of tribulation thunder was brewing, the silver light intertwined outside the tribulation platform seemed to be integrated into the brilliance of the formation.
Until the tribulation thunder struck down, the four crystal pillars of the Tribulation Platform were completely shattered. The silver light shrank inward and wrapped three feet of the golden elixir. In the golden elixir, the Nascent Soul took shape, and the golden elixir light film shattered into breath and was absorbed into the Nascent Soul.
A "star" appeared out of nowhere, but the "star" broke open, and what appeared was Zhao Ning's body.
The three soul fires of heaven, earth and man appear between the eyebrows and shoulders, the soul fire blooms, the three flowers gather at the top, the Nascent Soul merges into the purple mansion.
There seemed to be a congratulatory voice from heaven, coming from far away from the endless beyond, the end of the world, but the silver light suddenly moved, hovering around Zhao Ning, but there was a billowing silver light pouring into her body, that distant voice It's getting closer and clearer, and it seems like the end of the world is just around the corner.
At this moment, Wangxian looked east, the fog suddenly disappeared, and a sacred mountain appeared faintly a few miles away.
The next moment, the hovering silver light showed the shadow of Ying Long again, leaving Zhao Ning and rushing towards the nearby sacred mountain.
The distance seems to be infinitely far away.
But he heard a dragon roar, the sky suddenly darkened, stars emerged, and the stars fell close to each other, forming a bridge of nebulae.
The silver light carries thousands of brilliance and breaks through the distance and enters the vast nine continents.
Everything is just a moment.
The mist of the sky and the sea disperses and gathers again, the end of the world is so close, so close to the end of the world.
The silvery mist enveloped the Nascent Soul, and the newly formed Nascent Soul seemed to have been enlightened. The moment the mist was absorbed, the aura gradually increased, and the body gradually grew until it showed the shadow of the soul itself, and then suddenly retracted. Become the Purple Infant of Heaven.
Zhao Ning slowly opened her eyes.
Let go of your spiritual consciousness, one mile, ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles...
Then she suddenly retracted her hands, and she spread her hands. The clear light was like mist at dawn and dusk, shining through the rising sun, hiding the starlight.
Is it the Nascent Soul... later stage?
Chapter 251
But when the Zi Mansion Yuanying's hand skills were turned, the strange burst of power suddenly restrained itself, and turned away from the Yuanying itself, condensing behind the Yuanying, forming a shadow. The flowing silver seemed to hide the most vast sword intention and the most extreme murderous intent.
The body is summoned to condense the flesh and the body follows the movement technique. After ninety-nine and eighty-one days, the cultivation is consolidated and fixed.
In the early stage of Nascent Soul, the magic power is pure and extreme.
All the auras after the disaster dissipated, Zhao Ning gathered his momentum, and slowly stood up.
"Congratulations to Nascent Soul."
Just then, someone appeared from the side.
Zhao Ning turned her eyes and saw Leng Shuanglong approaching with a smile.
She calmly bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Shuanglong."
His eyes jumped over her, searching the surroundings inch by inch.
"Who are you looking for?"
Leng Shuanglong asked knowingly, Zhao Ning looked at her again, she paused, and then led Zhao Ning to look up at the Tiangong.
I saw the Heavenly Palace standing high, with long steps laid down one after another, and a tall figure standing at the highest point, immortal, looking at her quietly with his hands behind his hands. He was wearing a Cangya Xuanren robe and a cold body. He looked like... Qin Keyuan .
He walked down slowly, walked to Zhao Ning's side, and called softly, "Zhao Ning."
Zhao Ning looked at his appearance carefully. There was no excitement, no sadness, and even no mood swings.
She bowed in obedience and said, "Honorable Hongde."
"Qin Keyuan" in front of him froze, and glanced at Leng Shuanglong with a strange expression. Leng Shuanglong had a bit of astonishment and a smile in his eyes, but he just shrugged and avoided looking at him.
"Hey." "Qin Keyuan" stopped struggling, and his body transformed back into the appearance of Lord Hongde himself.
He raised his hand to smooth his long beard, "Actually, I think they look quite similar."
Yes, from the appearance to the momentum, nothing was different, but Zhao Ning knew that it was not his uncle, and he couldn't arouse the trembling feeling like heart palpitations.
"Venerable Hongde, there is no need to blame yourself. Although Zhao Ning doesn't know why Uncle Master asked you to do this, Zhao Ning knows that Uncle Master has left."
After fifteen years of staying together, accompanying her from Jindan Zhenren back to a baby and regaining her childhood, he disappeared again.
Zhao Ning turned around and looked east. The mist of the Tianhai Sea surged like a wave, and was pushed back by the invisible aura of Wangxian Death City. However, at this moment, she could no longer feel the Penglai Sacred Mountain so far away.
It was obviously so close, and the distance was only a blink of an eye, but the two sides were separated by an aurora-like light curtain.
For the first time, Zhao Ning felt that this ban was so annoying and...desperate.
Leng Shuanglong and Venerable Hongde looked at each other. They looked at Zhao Ning's back. Her back was so calm, with unspeakable sadness, but it was hidden so well that it seemed like an illusion.
Venerable Hongde coughed slightly, breaking the silent atmosphere, and said, "Don't worry, we will see you again."
Zhao Ning turned around, responded softly, and then bowed and said, "Zhao Ning has been dreaming for nearly a hundred years. He wanted to walk around, so he said goodbye."
