Beyond the Divine States

Ning Changchang's cold light flashed in his arms. The dagger stabbed first, and then the killing intention came with the sword. The air in the wooden building solidified after a short agitation. The edge of the dagger was like a piece of snow stirred by the strong wind.

The sword stopped in front of Mr. Zhang's body. It was close to the skin of his throat. A little blood bead rolled on the blade of the dagger.

Looking at the dagger, Mr. Zhang frowned and said, "what are you doing? Are you... Are you doubting me? "

Ning long took a deep look at him, then took back the dagger in his hand.

His sword was meant to tempt, but his intention to kill was not false.

But Mr. Zhang didn't do anything.

Ning Changjiu put the dagger into the scabbard, then held the scabbard in both hands and put it on the table beside him. He said, "I've offended you, sir."

Mr. Zhang took a cold look at the dagger on the table. He felt his neck, sat back in the airtight antique chair and sighed, "go out."

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling leave this wooden building.

"Elder martial brother, do we really misunderstand him?" Ning Xiaoling asked uncertainly.

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "that's him."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "why, if grandfather Zhang is really a master, how can he not react just now?"

Ning Changjiu said: "it's because he is an expert that he is so calm. How can ordinary people react to the assassination... And his calm is also a warning to me."

Ning Xiaoling worried and said, "what should we do now?"

Ning Changchang said: "his secret meaning is that he won't do anything to us. Let's wait for the ghost festival to pass, and don't make any extra trouble."

Ning Xiaoling frowned: "but we are two ordinary disciples. What is he doing here?"

This is the same thing Ning long wanted to know. He suddenly thought of Bingrong's assassination that night. At that time, it was Mr. Zhang who sneaked into the hidden peak and gave Bingrong the realm?

If so, Lu's marriage is safe now.

But what does this old gentleman want to do?

Ning Changchang recalled the various behaviors of Mr. Zhang in the previous life, hoping to find some details. Then Ning Changchang thought about one thing again.

The three screens in the sword hall contain the meaning of the sword. The paintings of the former Mr. Zhang also have obvious traces of a monk. But in this life, his brush strokes are just like ordinary mortal painters.

The reason should be that his realm is higher than that of the past and previous life, so he really achieved the goal of Zang Feng.

In the previous life, Mr. Zhang could not hide his edge, perhaps because he was injured

The one who left the wound, Ning Changchang, had the answer in his heart - fourth elder martial sister.

Eight years ago, the fourth elder martial sister came here to fight with Mr. Zhang, and then took him to Dahe Town. But in this life, for some reason, that battle did not break out.

Seeing that the elder martial brother was silent, Ning Xiaoling said to herself, "if we can't go back, master will be worried to death."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "someone has gone back instead of us."

Ning Xiaoling was surprised and said, "what?"

As like as two peas, Ning Changjiu said a fantastic possibility: "those two paintings are not very attractive... Maybe someone who is exactly the same as us is returning to the peak."

Ning Xiaoling thought of the two lifelike paintings, and was thrilled: "can the master find them?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Lu can see it at a glance. I'm afraid that she will close the door and never have a chance to see it."

Ning Xiaoling twisted her fingers and said, "with the relationship between elder martial brother and master, master should come to you secretly, right?"

Rather long a Leng, looked at Ning Xiaoling, wry smile asked: "I and Lu married... What relationship?"

Ning Xiaoling Yilin, immediately said: "well... Ordinary relationship between master and apprentice!"

Through the yard where the shadow of bamboo sways, the bamboo rustles in the wind, the shadow of the lamp lights up the night, and the birds fly back after they leave.

Walking into the hall, Ning long stopped.

In the dark, a pair of pitiful eyes were staring at themselves.

"Xiaolian?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised and called her name softly.

The little girl should have been awakened by their knock on the door.

Xiaolian opened her mouth and made two random gestures. She didn't know what to say.

Ning long but seems to understand, he squatted down, looking at her, hand rubbed her head, seriously: "don't worry, we will help you."

Xiaolian stops her hand and nods her head.

……

"Elder martial brother, do you have any idea?"

Ning Xiaoling paced back and forth in the room and couldn't sleep. Ning Changjiu sat by the window as usual, half of her body full of moonlight.

Ning Changjiu replied, "we must get out of this palindrome."

Ning Xiaoling thought that elder martial brother was more and more fond of nonsense. She continued to ask, "but how can we go out? Are we going to tear down everything in this poem? "

Ning Changjiu shakes his head gently.

Although she was rejected by her elder martial brother, Ning Xiaoling felt that she had found the right answer.

The next day, intentionally or unintentionally, she untied the bell on the door.

"This bell is so beautiful. Can you give it to me when I leave?" Ning Xiaoling shook it in his hand.

Qiusheng is also embarrassed to refuse this fairy elder sister.

Then, the elder sister of immortal master opened her mouth more and more.

She pulled out the lotus leaf in the water tank at the door, took off the light hanging on the wall, climbed up the high building to drive the little Greyhound away, and was severely pecked by the Greyhound's counterattack.

But there is no sign that the ghost festival in liantian town will disappear.

She originally thought that it was because the images in the poems had not been completely eliminated. She looked at the bamboo and the courtyard wall and weighed whether she would be chased by Mr. Zhang if she cut down the bamboo and pushed the wall.

Finally, she turned her eyes to the "bright moon" in the poem and gave up all her thoughts after a long silence.

She put all the things she robbed back to the original place, quietly waiting for the elder martial brother to think of a way to break the game.

Time is quiet again. I'd rather sit in the room every day without drinking or eating. I meditate in silence. I dip my fingers in some water from time to time and write something on the desk. Finally, I shake my head and wipe it off.

Ning Xiaoling is in the spirit of blind cat touch dead mouse mood, daily out wandering, or visit those docile small animals, or to walk on the ridge to have a look, sometimes also will go to the lotus pond looking for the python, but the python seems to be really scared, even if the elder martial brother is not around, it also refused to surface.

One day, two days... Time will not slow down because of their anxieties. In a flash, the day of the Four Swords summit in tianzongli is near.

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As like as two peas in the porcelain bottle, Han Xiao Su looked at the painter who was exactly the same as Ning. Her worries and fears made her afraid to sleep in peace.

Two days ago, she tried to escape from the window, but was found by the other party.

Han Xiaosu originally thought that she would die, but did not expect that the other party just said to her coldly: "go back."

Han Xiaosu, who was granted amnesty, timidly hid himself back from the porcelain vase and did not dare to look at him.

Next, Ning long did not seem to be aware of her existence

In the same way, every day he turns into a picture and lies quietly on the bed, sleeping like a person, and his sleeping time is getting longer and longer.

During this period, Han Xiaosu once tried to leave again, but every time she just left the bottle, Ning Changjiu would wake up, change from painting to adult, stare at her indifferently, as if she would beat her to death the next moment.

After Han Xiaosu was forced back to the porcelain vase for the third time, she quickly calmed down. She suddenly felt that this Ning Chang was also afraid of herself.

In the past half a month, he had no unnecessary reaction to his existence.

Han Xiaosu imagines that if he is him, he will definitely cut down the roots and leave no hidden danger.

But she was still afraid. She felt that it was not worth taking risks for her to stay away from her for a long time. It seemed that he saved himself out of his promise to someone. Who was that person? She couldn't remember.

So the two people in the room confront each other in silence.

And tonight, in the hidden peak, a sword sounds in a small range. Nancheng opens his eyes, and dozens of iron swords around him hum and vibrate. As his mind moves, he pulls up from the hard rock and hovers on his side.

The disheveled Nan Cheng lifts his long hair, which covers his eyes. He vomits his turbid breath and looks at the neatly hovering flying swords. His arms rise and fall, and the flying swords, like a part of his body, also rise and fall.

"Is this the day after tomorrow's sword baby..." Nan Cheng was awed. He turned his palm into a fist and shook it fiercely. Those rusty iron swords bumped into the front wall.

Scraps of iron fall like autumn leaves.

After tonight, there will be the four summit swords, and he just formed the sword body of the day after tomorrow tonight. His fallen realm not only recovered as before, but even went up a long way, and it's only one step away from the long life realm.

The pounding sound of the iron sword faded in my ear.

At the moment, he was overjoyed and couldn't find anyone to share his joy. He thought it would be better if the elder was there.

By the way... Where did the elder go?

Nan Cheng is worried. He feels that it's no coincidence that he has just formed a sword body today. This must be in the calculation of the elder. But why didn't he come to see himself? Is it just a small matter in his eyes?

He put aside these thoughts and felt the strength of the sword. It was a new and incomparable realm. He was intoxicated in it for a long time before he calmed down.

Nan Cheng takes a sword and cuts his long hair neatly. He goes out of the cave and leaves Yinfeng. Then he remembers something and hesitates for a moment before entering the book Pavilion.

He planned to thank his uncle Yan Zhou. If he hadn't recommended him that year, as a young disciple, he might not have been qualified to get the jade medal and go to Yinfeng.

He went into the library and then froze.

"Shi..." he saw Yan Zhou lying on the ground, but his back didn't touch the floor. He held his sword and put on a strange posture. He thought Yan Zhou was awake and wanted to call him, but the first word came out, but he suddenly realized that Shi Shuzu seemed to be sleepwalking?

But as soon as the word "Shi" came out, Yan Zhou woke up.

His strange sword stand suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground.

The old man opened his eyes, stretched his waist, looked at the sword in his hand strangely, frowned, as if thinking about why he would hold the sword in his sleep.

Then he turned his eyes on the man who entered the library at night.

"Who is it?" Yan Zhou's tone is not good to this young man who stirs his dream.

Nan Cheng held the sword to salute, and said nervously, "disciple Nan Cheng, thanks to the appreciation of his teachers and uncles more than two years ago, was able to practice in seclusion. Today Dacheng is going out of seclusion. Thank you very much."

Yan Zhou has no good way: "can't you come during the day?"

Nan Cheng apologized: "I'm too happy. I want to report my good news to my uncle earlier. I didn't pay much attention to the time."

Yan Zhou rubbed his eyes. After Yan Feng's death, he had not slept well for many days. Today, he finally had a rest. He was disturbed by a disciple. He was a little upset. He waved his hand and said, "I know, I know."

Nancheng knows that it's best for him to leave at this moment, but he suddenly remembers that he had seen Yan Zhou's strange sword stand before

Then, in his mind, he flashed the picture of the old man who stabbed the gray robe on the back of his sword. It turned out that the sword move was taught to him by martial uncle Yanzhou.

Nan Cheng said with admiration: "shishuzu is worthy of being shishuzu. He never forgot to practice sword in his dream."

Yan Zhou wanted to drive him away directly, but this sentence made him stunned: "practicing sword in my dream?"

Nan Cheng was slightly surprised: "Uncle Shi was just putting a sword stake."

Looking at the serious looking young disciple, Yan Zhou sneered, "just because I'm a senior and senior, I'm practicing sword even if I'm sleepwalking and posing casually?"

Nan Cheng was stunned and said, "isn't shishuzu practicing sword?"

Yan Zhou finally wanted to have a good night's sleep, but he was too lazy to pay attention to him. He threw the sword, and the sword flew back to the sheath accurately. He yawned, turned his back and walked towards the reclining chair.

Nancheng knows that he shouldn't talk any more at the moment. He quietly turns and leaves, and then takes the door with him.

Yan Zhou looked at the sword in the scabbard and laughed: "sword move, sword move... Tianyu sword Sutra has been lost for so many years. Am I still worried about it in my dream? But let the younger generation see the joke. "

South Cheng out of the book Pavilion, toward his dusty room for a long time.

All of a sudden, he smelled wine.

"Lu... Lu Yuanbai?" Nan Cheng goes to the stairs and looks at the wine jar and the half drunk man on the ground. He calls out his name uncertainly.

Lu Yuanbai raised his head and looked at the young man with his hair cut in a mess. He was stunned for a long time before he realized his identity: "Yo, elder disciple of Nancheng, are you out? The Four Swords in the day, the face of our peak depends on you

Nan Chengben didn't want to pay much attention to his junior uncle, who still loves drinking. However, in line with his seniority, he still smiles, sits beside him, drinks a few drinks with him, and greets with him.

It's a pity that Lu Yuanbai was too strong to drink. He fell to the ground after two drinks. After he got drunk, he kept murmuring a person's name and his words were vague.

Nan Cheng sighed.

He stood up and wanted to leave. When he passed a certain room, he suddenly turned back and looked at the door of the room. He could feel that there was a murderous atmosphere at the other end of the door.

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Han Xiaosu, who hesitated all night, finally made up her mind before dawn. She thought that the young man in white was the only one she could rely on now. If something happened to him, how could she live in the future? Back to Linhe City, it's a dream to be a god of the river.

Most of all, she really hated the puppet in front of her.

Through her own careful observation, she was convinced that this dummy must be bluffing, and her practice these days, also a little realm, might as well take this dummy first.

Han Xiaosu convinced himself, strengthened his courage, and floated out of the porcelain bottle.

Ning long wake up, become human, sitting in bed, words cold without a trace of emotion: "go back."

Han Xiaosu sneered: "who are you scaring? If you are really capable, why don't you do it earlier? "

Ning long voice is still mechanical: "I don't want to be extraneous."

Still scaring people... Han Xiaosu has become more firm in his mind.

"Go to hell!" She is cold

A chide, a palm split.

But she found that she underestimated the strength of the dummy.

Ning Changping raised his hand and slapped her.

That slap almost knocked Han Xiaosu out of his wits.

He didn't cheat Han Xiaosu. He really just didn't want to make trouble out of it. At the moment when he was painted, he was inlaid with the consciousness that he should keep his peace, shut up, never be found by anyone, never fight with others, and never kill people.

Ning long after clapping that palm, the bottom of my heart in a short time to do a mechanical balance, another command to unlock - "unless forced.".

He took a second hand.

Han Xiaosu is very regretful. He thinks that he really shouldn't meddle in his own business. Now he is going to die without anyone knowing. If that person is still alive, even if he knows the news of his death, he should be happy to go without a towboat.

Just when she was about to be beaten to death, the gate suddenly broke and a sword crossed between them.

Ning long slapped the sword with his palm, and the rust on the sword body was scattered, revealing the smooth and bright sword body.

"Master?" South Chengchu sword block in front of Han Xiaosu, he looked at the murderous figure, surprised way.

"No! He... He's not! " Han Xiaosu lost his voice and exclaimed.

Ning Changjiu didn't seem to regard Nan Cheng as the enemy. He looked at the ghost girl on the ground and said coldly, "kill her."

Nan Cheng returns to God, and then finds out that the girl is an evil spirit. She tells jiantianzong to be a famous family. How can there be a evil spirit sneaking in? It must be a plot! He didn't ask the elder why, but out of inexplicable trust, he directly turned to Han Xiaosu.

"No!" Han Xiaosu yelled. In a moment of life and death, she raised the hairpin in her hand in panic, but the sentence was hard to get used to: "this... This, seeing the hairpin is like seeing..."

She can't remember the words behind, but when the hairpin is taken out, the hand of South chengluo sword is really hesitant.

Then his body froze.

Just in the blink of an eye, the tip of his sword came out of his belly.

"You..." Nan Cheng turns his head and looks at Ning Chang's cold face like a puppet: "who are you?"

Han Xiaosu's soul trembled, and she cried out, "he's not a benefactor! He's a fake. The benefactor didn't come back. He didn't come back! "

Ning Changchang originally wanted to blow up the sword Qi and kill the young man with disorderly hair. But he also underestimated the other side. Ning Changchang found that his sword Qi was not controlled by himself, but came back to him along the sword body and hilt.

Ning long mechanically pulled back his hand.

Nan Cheng was injured. With the strength he was instilled, he had a chance to fight back, but the movement here startled Yazhu. After a few breath, Yazhu came with his sword.

"What's the matter?" She looked at the scene in surprise.

Ning long knew that the situation was over.

In the adjacent wing room, Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes.

She got up in silence, and then her whole body began to burn.

She knew Ning had died for a long time, and in their established cognition, if either party died, the other party would convey the matter to the host.

The picture burned out. In the fire, a red butterfly fluttered away, passed the window and disappeared into the night.

When Yazhu and Nancheng find out everything, they come to the house, only to see a piece of ash on the ground.

……

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"Elder martial brother, is there really no way?" Ning Xiaoling is waiting for the dawn with him.

Ning Changchang said, "this Huiwen poem is not without explanation."

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "in fact, I have thought of it. As long as I find the incoherence between the pros and cons of this poem, I may be able to crack it, but where is the incoherence of this poem?"

Ning Changjiu said, "yes. No matter how good a palindrome is, there is a place where you can't read it backwards. "

"What?"

"Title."

Ning long calmly said the answer.

As soon as Ning Xiaoling's eyes brightened, she felt as if she had been enlightened. Then she suddenly thought that this poem had no title!

This must be deliberate, for fear that they will understand this and come up with a solution!

How to solve the problem.

Ning Xiaoling is excited.

"But what is the title?" The younger martial sister asked naively.

Ning Changjiu patted her head, looked at her with the eyes of a little fool, and sighed: "this is what elder martial brother is thinking these three days."

"Oh..."

Ning Xiaoling felt that everything had returned to the starting point.

While talking, in the open window, suddenly a black cat came near. It purred at them. The sound was like a baby crying.

Ning long touched his soft back and hair. Then he looked at the black cat and said two words that made Ning Xiaoling's hair stand on end

"Xiaolian..."

……

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At night, in the lotus pond, on the silver water, the waves were suddenly aroused.

Lotus leaves shaking, mud churning under the water, a black smooth spine rolling in the water, its arched body is like the ups and downs of the dark tide. After a few days, the green head and black body of the python resurfaced. It was like a raging stream sweeping through the lotus pond. The rise and fall of its body hit a huge wave, just like the anger of the river god. Finally, the water gradually subsided, the moonlight reflected light on its bare scales, its upper part of the body stood up from the water, the snake's head was high, looking at the silver moonlight, with a thousand years of pride in his eyes. It's like it's waiting for someone. After a while, an old man came to Liantang. That's Mr. Zhang. He raised his hand. If the python felt it, he swam slowly. He bent down and the old man's hand was on his head“ It's been three thousand years... "Mr. Zhang's fingers gently touched the scales on his forehead. The old man stood still, like an old tree that was destroyed by the wind and frost. At this moment, he saw the birds that used to inhabit the branches thousands of years ago, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia beyond time“ Three thousand years later, one of them has become disabled. His broken bones have been kept as containers by the purple heaven Taoist gate, and you have become a fool... "We are older than the Lord of the kingdom of God. If it wasn't for that man, now jiuying can take over the kingdom of God. You and I are both envoys and kings. How can we survive so far? In the past three thousand years, we have lived and died many people... Even five hundred years ago... "Mr. Zhang sighed and didn't go on. He seemed to be getting older“ Well, I've worked so hard to put you together as you are now. Don't let me down. " A red butterfly flew in front of him. This means that the false Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling have been found. But it's almost dawn, and that's not in the way. He looked at the horizon. It was the first time he had ever looked at the sunrise（ It's not too far from the end of volume two. There's a lost Calvin