Beyond the Divine States

In the courtyard of the old house, the snow is in a mess, and the moonlight is reflected on the crystal clear snow surface, like the red grass beach at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.

Ning Changjiu puts on a clean new dress and stands several feet away from Zhao xianger. They both take off their swords and fight with each other.

Ning Xiaoling moved a stool to sit under the eaves of the yard and took care of the red umbrella and sword for them. She rubbed her hands and clasped her hands in front of her chest. The disappointment of not being able to see their Shuangxiu disappeared with their tense stance, leaving only strong expectation.

Ning long boxing way: "Zhao girl don't have mercy."

Zhao xianger rubbed his muscles and bones. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing: "don't worry."

I wanted to hit you for a long time.

Ning Changjiu takes a deep breath and stares at Zhao xianger's fists. He recalls the way she used to kill the butcher, chop the Bone Demon and fight with Mrs. Bai. He envisions the route of the dike.

At the moment, he has not realized that his decision will be the beginning of a nightmare in the next month.

At a certain moment, Ning Changchang's pupil suddenly shrinks, and a crisp sound like bone burst sounds in his ear. In front of him, Zhao xianger disappears.

She didn't suppress her own state. At the moment when her body started, her spiritual power suddenly filled her whole body. Even at the end of her hair, there was a light ray. At the moment when her body was connected, her figure had been shot out like a bullet. Her loose white skirt immediately clung to her front, her clothes fluttered backward, and her surging long hair was more like a piece of dark lightning, She put her left to her waist and hit her right straight in the face.

Ning Changchang originally wanted to take her by the side of his palm. First he rolled the grass to remove the force, and then he took her by both hands. But as soon as his palm touched Zhao xianger's arm, he was shocked by the aura of her body. When Zhao xianger's hands were about to meet him, they suddenly changed their moves. As soon as they turned their shoulders and arms, they twisted their waist and legs, and their tight left foot immediately sent snow all over the ground, attacking Ning Changchang's waist.

Ning Chang Chang had expected that his fist arm would move forward by Zhao Xiang'er's action, and his body would also lean forward. At this moment, Zhao Xiang'er swept his leg. He only had time to step back and stretch his arm to block her. He wanted to shake her strength and hold her ankle.

After the collision, Ning Changchang's arm was almost cracked. His foot was close to his arm, hit his waist, and directly knocked him upside down for a few steps. However, Zhao xianger was so powerful that his body almost did not stop. He put his foot on his chest again. Ning Changchang was wrong arm block, but he was firmly kicked in the center of the mouth, and then retreated.

Before he had time to adjust his breath, Zhao xianger's fist came again. Instead of attacking the front door, the fist wound slightly around the body and hit the waist with one punch. After Ning Changjiu managed to catch two punches, he moved slowly. However, Zhao xianger seized the opportunity and grabbed her arm. Her little arm was twisted up like a thread, and her strength exploded in an instant, pulling and pressing Ning Changjiu's arm, The body has already circled to his back, twist the hand to press to his back, then a sword point hit his back neck.

Between a few moves, Zhao Xiang'er is crisp and neat, defeating Ning Changjiu.

Ning Xiaoling, who is on one side, is shocked. She knows that sister Xiang'er's realm is much higher than her. But in her heart, the elder martial brother is also quite powerful. How can she make several rounds of moves? She never thought that sister Xiang'er would catch her in less than two moves.

Ning Changjiu's arm was captured and his back neck was touched by the sword. He had to lean forward and kick back with one leg. At the same time, his muscles and bones seemed to vibrate like feathers. The spiritual power between the bones suddenly developed, and he wanted to get rid of Zhao xianger's hands. When his feet were together, Zhao xianger noticed that his toe had hit his calf, and then he stepped on it with great force, and bent his knees and hit him, Straight hit rather long knee bend, one knee kneeling in the snow.

Zhao Xiang'er held his body down, his suppressed anger gushed out. With the mentality of fighting the prodigal son for the people, he punched him on the back. Ning Long's body was knocked out, rolled on the ground and fell into the snow.

Zhao xianger patted his hand and said haughtily, "do you still feed the fist?"

Ning Changjiu loosened his numb arm and stood up from the snow. Looking at Zhao xianger's calm, he suddenly felt that he was not only inferior to others in strength, but also far from Zhao xianger in boxing skills. He patted the snow on his shoulder and said, "since you ask Zhao Aung to give up boxing, why should you give up halfway?"

Zhao xianger said, "then I won't stay."

Ning long in accordance with the memory of the martial arts put out a fight, look more dignified some: "although the hand is."

Zhao xianger nodded: "if you can't bear to beg for mercy, please remember to be softer. Don't be hard mouthed."

Ning Changchang frowned slightly, thinking about Zhao xianger's speed and the way of parry, he said: "if I accidentally win one move and a half, your highness will not be angry."

Zhao xianger hummed coldly, "I don't know how to live or die."

She didn't want to do too much, but when Ning long said this, her murderous spirit suddenly soared, just like before. Her black hair and white skirt had a silent shock, and her figure flashed like a long electric light. The afterimage was startled and hit again.

Ning long barely see the fist, the way of the fist and the previous fist almost no difference.

His mind sank, but the four words "old skill repeat" had not been formed in the sea of knowledge, but that fist seemed to break the space. Originally, there was still some distance, which was shortened in a moment. Ning Changjiu's pupils suddenly shrank, trying to avoid the edge, but his body movement was always slower. The fist had hit his forehead and made him lean back.

Zhao xianger's face was cold, and said, "you're glib, and you don't have any sincerity. You dare to point your sword at me before, and you'll be punished with ten fists first."

In the voice, Zhao xianger's fist is like a shadow. Ning Changjiu's previous figure has been broken up by the first fist, and then he moves slowly. All the fist movements are led by Zhao xianger's nose, and he himself is not familiar with the fist techniques, and the several insidious moves he occasionally comes up with are nowhere to be performed under Zhao xianger's impenetrable attack.

Zhao xianger's complexion is like snow, and the bony joints on the tip of his fist are even more exquisitely carved. It looks like a piece of jade that will be broken when he touches it. However, when it is put into practice, he has enough strength to make steel collapse. After their fists and feet meet, the two of them explode, and the surrounding space is full of ripples, Ning Long's body was forced back a few steps.

Between advance and retreat, Ning Long's defensive power finally collapsed in Zhao Xiang'er's straight blow to the chest. Zhao Xiang'er seized the opportunity and dismantled all his remedial power. His small fist hammered his chest like a drum, which made him retreat again and again. Finally, he smashed it out like a sandbag, slamming into the wall of the yard and sinking into the wall, It took a while to slip out.

Zhao xianger temporarily closed his fist and asked coldly, "is that enough?"

Ning long back against the wall, shaking up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, said: "come again."

Zhao Xiang'er sneered, then came to his body, and his hands opened Ning Chang's block. He grabbed his chest clothes and pushed him into the wall again. However, Ning Chang's reaction didn't wait. Zhao Xiang'er punched him in front of the wall, which made his nose bleed and fall into the wall again.

Zhao xianger is like making a specimen. No matter which part of Ning Chang wants to break away from the wall, she smashes it back mercilessly.

After another dozen punches, Zhao xianger seems to be a little tired. She pulls Ning Changjiu out of the wall, cuts his chest with her elbow and bumps him in again.

Ning long face is blood, he opened swollen eyes, looking at Zhao xianger, still resolute.

Zhao Xiang son Cu Cu eyebrow, bite lip way: "show off what ability?"

Then he pulled him out again and fell to the ground, kicking him in the waist and sliding him out, like a shovel, shoveling high snow along the road.

At this moment, Ning long has been beaten almost without resistance. His whole body aches and his heart beat faster. It seems that there is something hidden between the expansion and contraction, just like the cry of a baby.

That touch of spiritual awareness was interrupted again by Zhao Xiang'er's fists and feet. He was raised high and swung into the snow just shoveled by his body. Zhao Xiang'er stepped on his chest and asked, "is it enough?"

Ning Changchang's chest is like a huge stone. Let alone talk, he is even more difficult to breathe at the moment. But he still reaches out his hand, grabs her ankle, and suddenly twists it. However, there is a big difference between the two. Zhao xianger is as delicate as he is, but he doesn't move in his strength, just like a mountain where he lives calmly.

Zhao xianger took a deep breath. She was also upset about the young man who refused to beg for mercy. She twisted his chest with her toes, which made him feel painful. She recalled the conversation between Ning Changjiu and herself today. Her smiling face made her unconsciously roll up her sleeves.

Even if she had already done it, she would have to be beaten by poison for a long time. When she saw the action of rolling her sleeve, her heart was cold.

Then Ning Changjiu, who has always been proud of herself in the yard, was forced to open her mouth. The first few screams were very dull, but later they became more and more fierce. Ning Xiaoling couldn't bear to die. She looked at the tragedy of her elder martial brother and felt sorry, but she didn't stop it. After all, this should be the elder martial brother's way of practice?

Well, elder martial brother's way of practice is really special.

She closed the door.

In the yard, with the help of Zhao Xiang'er, Ning Chang'an glides and bumps into the ground again. Finally, Ning Chang'an falls down in the snow with many scars. She has no strength to fight and even pretend to resist. However, Zhao Xiang'er is sweating and her hands and feet are still hot. She looks at Ning Chang's corpse, Guess he can take a few punches, eager to try.

In Zhao xianger's hot eyes, Ning Changjiu finally couldn't resist and raised his hand to say that he wanted a temporary truce.

When Ning Xiaoling heard that there was nothing moving outside, she opened the door and took a look. She was relieved to see that Zhao xianger was pulling her elder martial brother up.

Zhao xianger grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood on his face and said sarcastically: "you are so weak, dare you make an appointment with me for three years? Is it nice to be stepped on by me when thousands of people are watching? Well, you're not going to like that, are you

Ning long wanted to refute, but he was beaten so hard that he couldn't say a word. He just hummed weakly.

Zhao Xiang'er picks him up. Suddenly, Yu Guang is in a flash. It seems that something falls from Ning Long's body to the ground.

Zhao xianger frowned slightly. With a hook of her finger, she covered the object that had fallen into the snow like a silk. She floated it out of thin air and hooked it to the palm of her hand.

It's a... Silver hairpin.

Zhao xianger asked, "why do you have such things on you? Which woman's

Ning Chang opened his swollen eyes and looked at it. Although he didn't see it clearly, he vaguely remembered that it was the hairpin borrowed by Lu Jiajia that day. At that time, Lu Jiajia didn't ask for it, so he forgot to return it. He kept it with him and thought that he would return it to her after new year's Eve.

Ning Xiaoling, standing behind the crack of the door, remembered that before she could explain for her elder martial brother, she saw Zhao Xiang'er holding the silver hairpin in her hand and said with a smile, "Oh, I remember. This is Miss Lu's thing. I didn't expect that you, who just called yourself a gentleman, not only stole other people's personal belongings, but also hid them. I didn't expect that you had such a habit, It's a real gentleman. "

Looking at Zhao xianger's ferocious appearance, Ning Xiaoling knew that his elder martial brother was going to have bad luck again. She quickly closed the thread door, got back into the quilt and covered her ears.

Ning long wanted to explain, but at the moment, Zhao Xiang'er played with the silver hairpin for a while, then pressed him on the ground and beat him up again, which was regarded as a punishment for his strange habit of collecting.

Then, Zhao xianger grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room. He burned half a jar of water and asked Ning Xiaoling to treat his injury. He went to the next room to practice.

Ning Xiaoling wrung out the hot towel and wiped the wound on his body for him. He said with tears in his eyes, "elder martial brother, don't practice in the future. Elder sister Xiang'er is not light hearted. What if she breaks the elder martial brother?"

Ning has been lying on the bed for a long time, and his muscles are torn. Under the stimulation of this sharp pain, he can keenly feel that something is beating restlessly in the depths of Zifu. It's like a chicken pecking at the eggshell. Zhao xianger's every punch on his body is actually knocking on the door.

But his door of cultivation is like a complete iron plate. There is no crack in it. It's so strong that it's hopeless.

Ning Xiaoling wiped the wound on his back, Ning Changjiu twisted his eyebrows and said in a weak voice: "continue tomorrow."

Ning Xiaoling cried: "if elder martial brother is killed by elder sister Xiang'er, how can I avenge you?"

Ning Changchang said: "don't worry, you can't die..."

Ning Xiaoling said: "elder martial brother is really strong. If I had not been hit twice, I would have begged for mercy."

Ning Changchang sighed in his heart. If it wasn't for him to know that Zhao xianger couldn't have killed him, I would never have had the courage to bear so many of her fists, and I didn't know where she got so much strength from her little body. Especially when she grabbed a few fists at the hairpin later, he almost fell into a coma.

Ning Chang's eyebrows trembled, because he didn't wake up very long, and his body didn't feel too sleepy, so the feeling of pain stimulated him more soberly. This kind of pain was different from the past. In the war with the snow fox that day, the blade pierced his chest and his back, and the spasmodic pain was many times more than now, but he didn't feel so powerless at the moment, which was derived from the feeling of powerlessness, It's fear.

There was fear in his heart.

Now his sea of Qi is like a bottomless abyss. In his conscious perception, he seems to be standing on the edge of the abyss. He can clearly sense that there is a heartbeat hidden in the abyss.

It seems that there is something to rush out of the darkness at any time, devouring itself and taking its place.

He hated this feeling. When he was weak, he even had the impulse to tear up the Qi sea and purple mansion.

"Elder martial brother?" Ning Xiaoling saw that he had closed his eyes and frowned all the time. His spirit was very wrong, so he called out to him.

The consciousness of wandering on the edge of the abyss was pulled back. Ning Changjiu was sweating. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ning Xiaoling's worried face. He was relieved.

He was more and more sure that something was luring him in the depths of his own sea of Qi.

He stuck to his mind and temporarily filled in the defect of his mood.

Before long, he was still so tired that he fell asleep, but he didn't sleep too long. Half an hour later, he woke up again.

When he woke up, he vaguely remembered that he had a dream. In the dream, he saw a red sun. In the middle of the sun, there were countless complex and straight lines like fireworks, which vaguely epitomized a huge city.

The red setting sun is pressing towards him with an infinite city. But in his dream, he is not afraid. In his subconscious mind, he thinks that the huge red sun should crawl under his feet and tremble.

And this kind of arrogance was soon broken.

When I wake up, I'm all white

Zhao Xiang'er, who was wearing a skirt, put his hands around his chest, leaned back against the gate, turned the silver hairpin in his hand, looked at him with a smile and asked, "have you had a good rest? Go on. "

“？” Ning Changchang was surprised. He thought Zhao xianger was joking, but before long, he was dragged up by her again. Ning Xiaoling symbolically stopped him, then wiped his dry cheek and sent his elder martial brother out.

Zhao xianger looked at him and said seriously, "I think it's difficult to make a big breakthrough in such a short time."

Ning Changjiu looks at her with fear: "what do you want?"

Zhao xianger frowned and said, "didn't you let me feed my fist? What's your expression? Want to go back? "

Ning Changjiu straightened his face and asked, "what's Miss Zhao's suggestion?"

Zhao Xiang'er nodded his head and said, "since you are only one line away from entering the dark now, you must not relax at any time. From now on, every half an hour, I will give you a fist. When you do it, you can only take a breath. If you can block a few punches in one breath, you will start the next round. Do you understand?"

Ning long felt the pain of tearing between the muscles and bones, wiped away the heart that wipe retreat, decided to say: "listen to Miss Zhao's command."

Zhao xianger was satisfied with his perseverance and said, "if you can't stand it, please tell me."

Ning long asked: "how to say?"

Zhao xianger said with a smile, "just shout three times for your highness to spare your life."

I'd rather have a sneer.

Zhao xianger looked at his smile and hit it without warning.

Ning long reluctantly resisted several moves, and then he could no longer resist the attack. He could only defend passively. He retreated step by step under the bombardment round and round, and was smashed into the wall or pressed on the ground again and again. Facing him was a hearty beating.

This period of time was spent in such a "calm" way.

There seems to be an inexplicable tacit understanding between Mrs. nabai and them, and neither side of them made a rash move. As time goes by, Zhao xianger also feels a little uneasy in addition to her daily practice and helping Ning to feed her fists for a long time. She looks at the red moon and knows where her uneasiness comes from, so she stands in the courtyard for a moment every day, Weigh their body back to what extent, in order to cut this round of red moon.

……

These days, Ning has changed a lot of clothes for a long time, and Zhao xianger's "boxing feeding" time and boxing feeding methods are becoming less and less attention.

For example, when eating, Ning Changjiu complains that today's meal is too hard. Then he learns from Ning Xiaoling that it's Zhao xianger who is cooking today. Just after being beaten, he finally has a bite to eat. Then Zhao xianger pulls him into the yard in the name of competition and gives him a beating.

From then on, Ning Changjiu not only got beaten every day, but also had one more task, cooking.

Ning Changchang and Zhao xianger talk about some sword principles when they are at rest. Zhao xianger often suggests practicing the truth when they have disputes. When she drags Ning Changchang back, Ning Changchang praises her sword principles repeatedly.

And for these time, rather long all one by one silently in mind, thinking that one day to get back the field. Although this fighting spirit inspired him, it also had a negative impact.

Sometimes when Ning long sleeps, he will come up with some "real ideas". After Zhao Xiang'er hears these ideas, he will be dragged up and dragged to the yard to learn martial arts.

And he didn't even know what he said.

But at the same time, Ning Changchang's body is constantly recovering. From being beaten without resistance at first, he can dismantle several moves and be knocked down again ten days later. He often thinks that if the realm is the same, who will win or lose with him.

When Zhao xianger saw through this idea, she agreed to compete with him in the same field.

This fight didn't last long. In the fifth move, Ning Changjiu accidentally hit the wrong place with his fist. His arm was stiff for a while, and then he saw Zhao xianger's cold face.

She grabbed his arm with a backhand and pressed it with all her strength.

That day, Ning Xiaoling heard an unprecedented scream in the room.

And that day, I don't know if Zhao xianger felt guilty for his heavy hand, so he took care of him for a while.

Zhao xianger sat aside and asked, "will you hate me?"

Ning long weak way: "I let you feed the fist, it is hard for you."

Zhao xianger was silent for a while and asked, "why do you say that when you sleep?"

Ning long frowned: "what did I... Say?"

Zhao xianger said, "you often call my name. If you don't hate me, why do you always call my name?"

Ning long pursed her lips, and asked, "do I say anything else?"

Zhao xianger said coldly, "what else do you want to say?"

Ning didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao xianger hesitated for a while and said, "if you still want to call my name in your dream in the future, remember to take my last name with you. Don't let people misunderstand you."

"Ning Changchang suddenly felt a headache.

And after finishing this sentence, Zhao xianger somehow has no reason to be angry. She grabs Ning Changjiu's ear and pulls him up from the bed: "Hello fist."

Ning Changsheng follows her without love. What made him even more desperate was that Zhao xianger did not know where to find two peach wood swords, and she threw them to him: "aren't you good at boxing? Try another sword? " Ning long took a cold breath: "Your Highness, this sword has no eyes..." Zhao Xiang'er waved this peach wood sword, still satisfied, coldly said: "look at the sword." Ning's long scream is a new history day by day. It's not that his real swordsmanship is too low, but that his body can't use his skillful swordsmanship. Time went by so hard. Ning Changjiu had to compete with her boxing or swordsmanship after waking up every day. He often wondered whether it was her boxing or her sandbag. However, even if he was hammered like this, his bottleneck of entering the mystery could not be broken. Over time, even Zhao Xiang'er could not understand it. He doubted whether his body had been cursed. Why was it so abnormal. Nearly a month, one day, Ning Xiaoling is taking care of the elder martial brother lying in bed, but Ning Changjiu suddenly opens his eyes“ There's something wrong. " Ning Changjiu said. Ning Xiaoling asked, "hmm? What's the matter with elder martial brother? What's wrong? " Ning long said seriously: "Zhao Xiang'er hasn't hit me for an hour and a half." Ning Xiaoling chuckled: "elder martial brother, are you addicted to beating?" Ning Changjiu shook his head slowly and asked, "where has she gone?" Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know. She told me to take good care of my elder martial brother when I got up this morning, and then I didn't see her. Ah, I should go..." with that, Ning Xiaoling's speaking speed slowed down. She and Ning looked at each other for a long time and saw the panic in each other's looks On the Bank of the yellow spring, Zhao xianger stands beside the water. On the other side of her, in an old wheelchair, Mrs. Bai sits quietly. Behind her, a teenager with a low head pushes the wheelchair and takes her to the Bank of the yellow spring（ Some late... 7K!)