Beyond the Divine States

Tonight's tianku peak is like a huge furnace. The flame comes out from the holes on the hillside, and the smoke is Teng Teng, which seems to refine the whole peak.

That's the fire in the hidden peak.

The corpses are burned together. The fire is not a real fireworks, but a huge amount of aura. It has no heat, but it shines brightly on tianku peak. It's just that in the bright scenery, countless people turn to ashes, which seems to show the future depression of tianku peak.

After the storm, Jianfeng, which was already out of touch, was almost in a state of decline.

In the end, the cold prison was sealed up again, but most of the prisoners were dead and injured. In the years to come, it will be difficult for tianku peak to compete with the other three peaks for aura. And the mysterious peak bottom shrouded by the black fog, no one is going to venture again for the time being.

The disciples of neifeng couldn't go to Yinfeng. They knew something big happened in the mountain, but they didn't know what happened.

Everything is quiet after the noise.

Fireworks out, night over the peak stone, the spring wind over the gully is also like crying, the sound is endless.

Ning Xiaoling is sitting on the bed. She takes the medicine to heal her wounds. She covers the quilt, and her fingers touch the folds on the quilt. Her small and soft hands are thinner, and there are white marks on her palms that have not faded after holding the sword for a long time.

She turned her head slightly and looked out at the dim night outside the window. The moonlight in the sky was covered with clouds, as if there was a country of silver hidden on the clouds.

"Elder martial brother..." Ning Xiaoling whispered softly. She was staring at the high moon, as if it was a mirror, which could reflect the face of the people in her heart.

She remembered what the elder martial brother said to herself in the daytime.

Small purse... New copper coin

What does elder martial brother want to tell himself?

Ning Xiaoling's brain turns and thinks hard. All of a sudden, her purple mansion moves. The girl presses her chest, and the white light overflows and condenses into the shape of a snow fox.

Because the snow fox was squeezed by Ning Xiaoling for two months, it looks a little small now. Its short tail is round, and it looks like a plush ball.

She put xianxianling snow fox into her arms, ran her fingers all the way along its back, and then gently pinched its tail, curious: "little fox, what do you want to tell me?"

Snow fox of course will not answer, congenital spirit most of the time reaction, is her subconscious expression.

Ning Xiaoling seriously thought for a while, grabbed xiantianling's back neck and carried it to the front, looked at its eyes, and then thought of some things.

The existence of xiantianling can help the master practice with nearly double speed. At the same time, it is also a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, which can secretly record many things.

Ning Xiaoling's hand touched Xuehu's head.

She closed her eyes and connected with Xuehu without any barrier. Soon, Ning Xiaoling saw some pictures that she had forgotten.

It's a dark space. There are many milky white lights in the space. Those lights seem to be like ghost fire floating out of thin air, and they also seem to have long pillars as support. On the ground, there are many things that can't be seen. They are like stones of different sizes, which are scattered scattered, revealing a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

Ning Xiaoling is scared. She doesn't know why she saw such a picture, and the next image makes her eyebrows tremble.

She saw a huge bone snake. The bone snake was complete without any deformity, like the ancient dragon, breathing all the fog. The bone snake occupied too much vision. She faintly felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at herself behind the white bone snake, which she could not see, but she shuddered at the thought of this possibility.

"Ying -" Ning Xiaoling saw this strange picture, and her hand inadvertently used more force. Xuehu called, and pulled her back from the dream to the reality.

She found herself in a cold sweat.

Ning Xiaoling raised her arm and wiped her forehead. She lifted the quilt and quickly got out of bed. Her feet groped for the trace of her shoes on the ground.

At the moment, she is still wearing white single clothes and trousers, and can't wait to hide the door without even putting on the outer clothes. She suddenly remembers what happened before, and mutters in her heart. She thinks that Shifu won't be in the elder martial brother's room again today. What if they are doing some strange things and are broken by themselves?

Ning Xiaoling didn't know what the strange thing was. She thought it was strange that they were together at night.

Ning Xiaoling uses the hidden breathing skill of daomen and comes to the elder martial brother's room quietly. She looks around carefully for fear that she might get a little tail like Le Rou last time.

Then Ning Xiaoling lay down in front of the door, ears close to the door, carefully listening to whether there is any movement inside.

After confirming that there was no strange sound inside, Ning Xiaoling gently knocked on the door.

Dong Dong Dong.

In the incomparably quiet corridor, Ning Xiaoling's knock on the door made him feel a little frightened.

But there was no response from inside.

She knew that as long as the elder martial brother was in the room, there would be a knock on the door, but... Why didn't she respond?

Where did elder martial brother go?

Ning Xiaoling knocked a few more times, confused in the heart, had to go back to the room feebly, quietly for a while sullen.

……

In the main hall of the peak, Ning long sat on the white jade window, and Lu Jiajia also sat down behind him, instilling spiritual power into his empty body.

"Why are you in Yinfeng? Who allowed you in? " The tone of Lu's marriage was slightly cold, and the red lips of Yurun were covered with frost on the bed of Hanyu.

Ning long didn't hide it. He told her about a volume of xiaofeikong array books and Yinfeng in the book Pavilion. Ning long thought for a while and said, "since I can go in, I can also practice in it."

"What's wrong?" Lu said coldly? It's a mess. "

Ning Changchang asked, "isn't the main hall of the peak also not allowed to have disciples come in?"

With this sentence, Ning Changchang regretted it. He was afraid that Lu would sweep himself out of the house. He immediately pretended to be weak and arched his back and coughed twice.

Lu's wife didn't do much, but she said in a low voice, "if there is such a thing in the future, you must tell me first, you know?"

Rather long nod.

Lu Jiajia put her hands on his back with a warm and cold touch in her palm. She continued to ask, "how did you get out?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "there seems to be a secret road at the bottom of the peak... I fell into the bottom of the peak at that time, looked around for a while, groped for a while in the dark, then found a secret road and went out from the bottom of the peak."

"The secret way?" Lu Jia wondered: "how could there be a secret way at the bottom of the peak? Who made it?"

Ning Changjiu shakes his head slightly. He thinks he may have remembered something wrong, but he can't prove it.

Lu continued to ask: "after coming out?"

Ning Changjiu took off the jade plate of the inner disciple at his waist and said with a smile, "please have a look."

Lu had already found that he had changed his waist tag, but she didn't look happy. She just said, "why don't you go back to the peak first?"

Ning long remembered that Lu Qijia almost put himself in a dangerous place in the civil strife of Yinfeng in order to go down the peak by himself. He was moved and said with a smile: "I'm tired of my master."

Lu said indifferently, "it's good if you don't die."

Rather long dry cough

A few voices, pale face a little bit for blood.

Lu Qijia thought of another incident and asked, "listen to Yazhu, your sword technique is very good?"

Ning Changchang said, "my sword technique has always been very good."

Lu didn't continue this topic. She took back her palms. After breathing, her palms sank and put them on her knees. She said, "your body should be all right. I don't care where your sword skill comes from, but this sword is a skill to kill the enemy. It's very harmful to your Qi sea and spirit pulse. You should be careful in the future."

Ning long nodded, his heart also have care, he had a rest for a while, said: "let's continue."

"Well? What's going on? " Asked Lu.

I'd rather turn around for a long time.

Lu's long hair is not tied up. It falls like a waterfall on her shoulders, and a few wisps fall down her chest. Her face is also tired. Her eyes are long with autumn water and cold fog, like a moon fairy sitting alone on a cold couch.

She and rather long looked at each other for a while, quickly staggered eyes, said: "let's forget it today."

Ning Changjiu said, "turn your back."

Lu was a little displeased with this tone and said, "I said it. Forget it today."

Ning Changchang said: "today, master went down to the peak to look for me. When I was moved, I always felt that there was nothing in return."

Lu Jia doesn't talk.

Rather long hands but pressed on her shoulder, her body a little twist past.

On weekdays, the room was dark. Although they had some small skin, they didn't like it. At the moment, the white jade cold bed was shining, which made their figures clear. Their distance was very close, and the rising cold fog couldn't cover them at all.

"It's hard for you." Lu's voice is a little light.

She straightened her back and lifted her hair to the front of her body. Her swan neck was thin and straight. Ning long noticed that she was wearing a silver necklace on her neck.

Ning Changjiu suddenly asked: "if I fell into the bottom of the peak and didn't come up again, what would you do?"

Lu said coldly, "don't get me wrong. I'm the Lord of the peak. You're my disciple. It's my duty to save you."

Ning Changjiu asked with a smile, "what did I misunderstand?"

With these words, Ning Changjiu points out that the vest of Zhonglu's wife, which is made of gold and black, turns into gold awn. Some of it overflows along her sword clothes, and some of it ignites her body through her clothes.

Lu Qijia snorted softly. After calming down, she said, "you have an unmarried wife. You must never say these frivolous words to other women in the future."

Ning Changchang said, "I'm just a gamble with her."

Lu said with a sneer, "I'm afraid you can't even cheat Xiaoling."

Ning Changchang said: "Zhao xianger, the Yellow haired girl, is very proud. Besides being born with a pair of excellent skins, what's good about her?"

Lu said with a light smile, "yellow haired girl? I don't think you're much older than her

Ning Changjiu also laughed and said, "it's really not as big as the master."

"Shut up." Lu said lightly.

"Don't get me wrong, master." Rather long smile to explain.

Lu Jia doesn't want to talk to him anymore.

And the temperature on Ning Changchang's hand is much higher. Jinwu flies into the jade body, dispels the cold, and makes her delicate and white skin hot. Her body is slightly hot, her cheeks are also hot, and her ears are a Crystal Ruby. At the same time, the cold air on the white jade cold bed keeps driving away the temperature of her body.

Between the cold and the heat, Lu's heart gave birth to a strange, meaning unknown feeling.

She didn't like this feeling. She could clearly feel that Ning Chang was carrying some "revenge" mentality. Just now, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He deliberately teased Zifu to stimulate the sword foetus. She was also on guard and pretended to be immune to it.

But after all, it was under the control of others. Although Lu's character was never strong, she didn't like to be manipulated.

Finally, after enduring for a long time, Ning took back her fingers. Lu's body was slightly loose, and her red earlobe seemed to be on fire. If Ning hadn't been there for a long time, she would directly lie on the cold jade bed, greedily yearning for the cool to disperse the temperature in her body.

Ning Changjiu's finger moved, and Jin Wu, who was standing on his fingertip, jumped onto his shoulder. He asked, "what will master talk about in class tomorrow?"

Lu Jia thought for a while and said, "the circulation of the spirit pulse."

Ning long nodded.

"What's your opinion?" Lu asked

In the past, after their physical training, Lu Jiajia would also take this opportunity to ask some questions about Ning Changchang's practice. Ning Changchang was knowledgeable and benefited a lot from each answer. In name, Lu Jiajia was discussing with him, but in fact, Ning Changchang was solving her doubts.

This time Ning Changjiu seemed to have some grudges for their previous conversation, saying: "I am your disciple. How can I answer anything? If you really want to know, you might as well worship me as your teacher."

“？” Lu Jiajia listened to his words and turned her head. Her face was slightly red with frost. She said, "I'm just discussing with you."

Ning Changchang didn't reveal it. He answered and began to talk with Lu Jiajia about many characteristics of the circulation of the spirit pulse.

Lu Jia nodded her head gently and looked serious, but she didn't know why. When she thought of what Ning Chang had just said, her mind was a little confused.

She thought that if she had known him a few years later, with his talent, she might have been her own master... She could not imagine that if she really recognized the young man as a teacher, of course, fortunately, she would have done it first, and such a thing would not have happened.

She sat upright, upright, even as a listener, still with the dignity and coldness of the peak owner, as if she was the one who was giving advice.

In line with the principle of discussion, they sorted out some questions about details.

Lu said with emotion: "these are what you read from the book?"

Ning long nodded: "yes."

Lu didn't believe it. She whispered, "when can you tell me your true origin?"

The smile on Ning Changjiu's face gradually faded away. He didn't know what he thought of, and a trace of nostalgia appeared on his face.

Seeing that he didn't want to say it, Lu Jiajia didn't force her to say it. She said, "the moon without God is coming soon, and all the disciples will go down the mountain to hunt demons together. You should try not to go to the wilderness where there is no one to step on. The responsibility of the immortal is to protect the world, and don't disturb the world. The demons don't have to risk killing."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "well, there should be something hidden in the four peaks. You should be careful."

Lu said: "I know, I will protect this peak."

Ning long continued to nod and said nothing more.

Seeing that it was not early, Lu Jiajia began to issue an order of eviction: "if there's nothing wrong, I'll send you back to have a rest first."

Late at night, Lu Jiajia puts on her black robe. In order to avoid being found, she doesn't take the right path. Instead, she takes Ning Changjiu into her arms and goes away directly. From the open window, she returns to Ning Changjiu's room.

At the moment, Lu Jiajia doesn't even need a sword to walk in the sky, but it makes her a little strange. If she is a sword, what is Ning Chang who walks with her? The man who controls the sword?

She didn't want to think much about this problem. She sent Ning long back to her room and left in silence.

……

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At night, Ning Changjiu didn't go to sleep directly. He took out his sword and began to copy the strange sword moves.

He had written down a lot of sword moves in Yan Zhou's sleep before. He remembered a total of 12 moves. The movement of each sword was not like a sword, but more like a strange dance during sacrifice.

He began to try these swords again.

Ning long found that even if he killed three people in a row with this sword technique, it was still very difficult to master the sword technique when he was dancing the sword out of thin air. It was as if the real life and death were the edge of the sword, and the sword technique that broke through all the vital points could be brought into full play.

Ning has seen and learned a lot for a long time. He knows that this sword technique is not simple. It may even have something to do with the second half of the legendary Tianyu sword Sutra.

But his intuition tells Ning Changchang that this shouldn't be the second half of the sword Sutra. His subconscious seems to know where the second half of the sword Sutra is going, but he can't remember it.

The light of the sword is shining on the moon, tearing the night away again and again. Ning Changjiu's speed is faster and faster. The application and change of the twelve sword moves are becoming more and more skillful in a very short time.

Then, he found that the twelve sword moves seemed to be related to each other. What they pointed to seemed to be a sword.

All these sword moves are born out of one sword.

Ning can't help but think of the most basic Taoist scripture "tianxinjuan" for a long time, which he learned as soon as he got started. However, when he reached the height of his cultivation, he found that later, whether it was the hidden breathing technique of Taoism or the water moon in the mirror, it was the deduction and change of tianxinjuan.

Could it be that this kind of sword technique, like tianxinjuan, is the "one" of Tao, nature and all things in life?

At the moment, Ning Changchang, who is seriously studying sword and Taoism, doesn't know. Ning Xiaoling came to find herself tonight.

The next morning, Ning Changjiu didn't go, but went directly to the book pavilion to see Yan Zhou.

The old man Yan Zhou was still sleeping. Ning Changjiu took a book and read it at will.

"I already know about Yin Feng." I don't know how long later, the old man spoke slowly. His breath of life was as weak as Dugu's spider silk in the wind.

Ning long put down the book in his hand, looked at Yan Zhou and said directly, "I killed Yan Feng."

Yan zhouweiyi didn't hear about it. He only knew that Yan Feng was killed by a man in white, and the man in white also fell into Fenggu. Based on his understanding of Fenggu, he knew that even if the man in white didn't fall to pieces, he would be polluted and eroded by the evil weapons at the bottom of the peak.

But he didn't think that man was Ning Changjiu.

It's incredible, but if it comes to this young man with many secrets, it's not impossible to explain.

Yan Zhou sighed: "Yan Feng wants to kill you, you want to kill him, life and death is unpredictable, the consequences are at your own risk, such an outcome I have nothing to say, you must have guessed, that Yan Feng is I secretly ordered people to release, if you are still dissatisfied, you can also draw a sword to kill me."

Ning long light a smile, way: "Shi Shuzu Yan heavy, I come to you today is not because of this."

"Well?" Yan Zhou was a little confused and said with a smile, "then what are you doing here? Don't you ask about Lu's marriage? I watched her grow up. I didn't expect her to be like this. "

Ning Changchang's heart was slightly different. He suddenly wanted to follow Yan Zhou's words and know about the past of Lu's marriage. But he held back and said, "it has nothing to do with his family teacher."

"Oh? What's that about? " Yan Zhou asked.

Ning Changchang said, "don't you wonder how I killed Yan Feng?"

Yan Zhou nodded his head and said, "I'm curious. You should be sure to die. I thought someone was secretly helping me, didn't you?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I really killed Yan Feng with only one sword."

Yan Zhou opened his eyes and looked at the young man in white: "a sword? What kind of Tongtian sword technique can cross two realms and instantly kill people? "

Ning Changchang said: "only the purple court can be called immortal. Of course, mortals under the purple court can be killed by any means."

"Although what you said is reasonable, I still want to know what kind of sword it is?"

When Yan Zhou's words fell, the sword appeared three feet in front of him. Yan Zhou was not alarmed, because his realm was rather long, and there was no possibility of breaking his body protection Qi, but his pupil still bloomed brilliantly.

"Where did you learn this sword technique?" Yan Zhou came out of his mouth.

Ning Chang Chang saw that he didn't seem to be faking. He was more puzzled and asked, "have you ever seen such a sword technique?"

Yan Zhou first shook his head, then fell into meditation: "I'm sure I've never seen it, but I'm vaguely familiar with it. Where did you learn it?"

Ning long hesitated for a while and said, "when I was a child, I once worshipped a Taoist priest who taught me some strange swordsmanship."

Yan Zhou didn't know whether it was true or not, but sighed: "your life is really good. I think it must be an expert."

Ning long stares at him as if to catch a wave from his face, but Yan Zhou's expression has no flaw. After a while, Ning long spreads out his book and asks casually: "can you tell me the story of the dragon column and the situation at the bottom of the peak?"

Yan Zhou shook his head and said, "you've been there. You should know more than me."

Ning long did not ask, but said: "do you really want to be imprisoned in the library all your life? The sky is high and wide, and practitioners should not be rigidly bound by these trifles in their lifetime of cultivation. " But Yan Zhou said, "where is the trivial matter? This is my main road... "... at night, in the main hall of the peak, when Lu Jiajia saw Ning Changjiu, she asked her teacher," why don't you come to the Yuntai sword field and class this morning? You are already a disciple of neifeng, so you should obey the rules. What does that look like? " Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "do you want to beat me again?" Lu Jiajia now needs his help to refine her body every day. Of course, it's impossible to bite the hand that feeds her. But the rules of the school can't be broken without authorization. She thought about it and said, "when you were at the peak of Yin, you had great success in protecting the peak. Now if you make some small mistakes, you can offset the contribution. I won't care too much about these. It's just that it's not right after all. You remember to come to class later, and don't make me embarrassed."“ Well, good. "“ By the way, I'll arrange a special seat for you. It's really shameful to always move a chair beside you. "“ No, it's good to sit next to the younger martial sister... "No, Xiaoling is only 14 years old now. We should polish her well, and don't let her have too strong dependence on you."“ It's up to you. "“ Well, let's go... "They sat on the cold white jade bed. Today's exercise ended quickly, because Ning Changchang and Lu Jiajia both found that the effect of exercise was getting weaker day by day“ Maybe in a few days, my sword spirit will be able to be really great. " When Lu said this, she looked like a little girl looking forward to the new year. Rather long but poured a basin of cold water: "I don't think so."“ Huh? What do you mean“ I think maybe the temperature is not enough. " Ning long looked at the golden black between the fingers and guessed. Lu said, "what do you think?" Ning Changjiu said, "your clothes may be a little thick."