For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poets, they sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Wuchi Alley.
An Ning was practicing swordsmanship when suddenly there were knocks on the door.
An Ning glanced at Fang Ruo, ran over and opened the door.
A young man in a short shirt stood outside the door, holding a wooden box in his hands.
An Ning asked: "Who are you looking for?"
"Looking for you." The boy replied, handing over the wooden box with both hands.
"This is my young master's gift to you, girl."
An Ning tilted her head: "Who is your young master?"
Then he looked back at Fang Ruo in the yard: "Did you send the wrong person? I don't know your young master."
"Of course it won't be the wrong one. Young Master said that if we are destined to meet each other in the future, we will naturally meet." After saying that, he stuffed the wooden box into An Ning's hand and left quickly.
An Ning walked into the yard confused.
"Owner?"
Fang Ruo closed his eyes and said, "You'll know if you open it and take a look."
"oh."
An Ning opened the box and found a piece of exquisite jade pendant with the character "9" engraved on it.
An Ning immediately changed her expression, became unhappy, picked up the box and was about to throw it out.
"Stay." Fang Ruo glanced at An Ning's little gesture.
An Ning's movements froze, motionless.
He said aggrievedly: "I don't want to go."
Fang Ruo said nothing and looked at her calmly.
After being stiff for a while, An Ning gave in and obediently carried the box into the house.
Fang Ruo was left frowning in thought in the yard.
Jiu Jing is very strict in selecting his disciples. No matter in terms of talent, appearance, or character, they must be the best.
However, women all over the world want to enter Jiujing, and there is an endless stream of people rushing to Jiujing Holy Land every day. In desperation, they can only introduce a preliminary selection system.
Every few years, Jiujing will send people to various cities to conduct a primary election. The selected people will give her a token, which is the "Jiujing Token". Only those who hold the "Jiujing Token" can
Qualify to take the assessment and become a Jiujing disciple.
The number of places is very limited, so every piece is worth thousands of gold, and even thousands of gold is hard to find.
Fang Ruo knows that the origin of this token is unknown, but it is difficult for him to get another token now, so he might as well keep it, there is no use thinking about it.
On the other side, there is the Ninth Young Master.
The moaning in the room had stopped, and the Ninth Young Master looked calm.
Looking at the woman on the bed: "Can you feel my pain?"
The originally graceful young woman has now turned into an old woman with gray hair and wrinkles on her face. She is too weak to speak out and can only make a hoarse sound of "ho ho" from her throat.
Jiu Gongzi turned around and put on his clothes: "You can't understand. Do you know how uncomfortable it feels every time a beautiful woman like you grows old little by little under me? You can't understand."
"Life is so great and cruel. Can you feel it? No, you can't feel it. You are so dirty, stupid, and ugly. I can't imagine that I was lying on your body just a second ago. It's really
It's so disgusting, it's so disgusting that it makes me sick." Ninth Young Master said the crazy words, and the calmness on his face was replaced by fanaticism.
"Can you feel it? That beauty, that passing vitality, that is a river, an endless river, that is an abyss, a bottomless abyss, that is time! That is the great law of time!
That's the secret of life! That's God exercising his right to deprive everything! That's my way! Did you see it?" A trace of scarlet flashed across Jiu Gongzi's face, and the inexplicable pleasure made his blood boil.
He turned around, excited to express his feelings to the woman on the bed.
However, when he turned around, all he saw was an ugly old woman.
Ninth Young Master sighed, his originally excited mood now becoming dull.
"You are so ugly. Your ugly appearance makes me have no desire to express myself."
After saying that, he quickly left the attic without looking back.
After walking a few steps, he returned to his usual calm state.
"Throw her out." A faint voice came.
The woman on the bed closed her eyes in pain, and her turbid tears soaked the pillow along the wrinkles.