Beyond the Divine States

Noon, sunrise.

The light on the four peaks is reflected by the clouds and is as bright as a fairyland. The monks come and go to control the sword and repair the ruined mountain peak. I believe that in the near future, this place will be the scene of colorful flowers and cranes.

Nan Cheng sits on a peak stone. He closes his eyes and breathes the aura of the mountain to recuperate.

"Elder martial brother Nancheng."

When he finished his week-long practice, a voice was heard around him. Nancheng opened his eyes and saw that there was a petite girl beside him. Today, she was wearing a white dress. Obviously, she never wanted to compete.

The girl said in a soft voice: "Hello, elder martial brother, my name is Lerou."

Nancheng has been closed in Fengzhong for a long time, and he can't remember the names of his younger martial brothers and sisters. Now he's just out of the pass. He's not used to communicating with people, and he's a little stiff: "Hello, younger martial sister Lerou, are you..."

Le Rou saluted respectfully, and then asked, "elder martial brother used to make a sword. I admire him very much for his outstanding demeanor. When I just passed here, I happened to see elder martial brother practicing, so I went closer to have a look."

Although South Cheng vaguely feel that the other party some bad, but she looks cute, it is also no mustard, way: "finally lost, let everyone laugh."

Le Rou shook her head and said, "elder martial brother is already very powerful. Well... By the way, I do have something to ask elder martial brother."

"Well? What's the matter? " Asked Nan Cheng.

Le Rou hesitated and said, "well, I didn't hear you wrong before. Elder martial brother called elder Ning Changchang?"

Nan Cheng nodded his head and said, "well, I'm very kind to you."

"When did you know him?" she asked

South Cheng way: "ask this to do what?"

Le Rou said, "Ning Changchang and Ning Xiaoling were the youngest couple at the end of last year. How can elder martial brother call him elder?"

At first, Nancheng didn't know his identity. He thought that he was an elder in the peak. Today, he gradually learned something about Ningchang. He was surprised that he was also a disciple. But later, he thought that the elder was a real master. Of course, he couldn't see through some things.

Nan Cheng said: "the elder is a good man. Today alone, he has done too much for our peak. The elder has made great contributions. So, the younger martial sister doesn't have to worry too much about his origin."

Le Rou grabbed the skirt and said, "but... What if all these things he did were made up of clothes

Nan Cheng recalled for a moment and said, "the relationship between master and master is really unusual."

Le Rou said anxiously, "master is so simple. Will you be cheated?"

Nancheng couldn't help laughing. He thought that Shifu was more simple than you. He said, "don't worry. Shifu is always cold and self-conscious. Even if he has some secret friendship with his predecessors, it's just etiquette. Don't worry too much about Shifu."

"Oh..." Le Rou nodded absentmindedly, thinking that master is so noble, and Naning must have nothing to do with her for a long time... Well, fairies don't eat fireworks. She suddenly felt that some of her previous dirty worries were unnecessary. She asked casually, "by the way, elder martial brother, do you know where master is?"

Nan Cheng said, "Shifu should be discussing something with other peak owners at the moment."

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Lu Jiajia holds the brocade quilt and covers her bare upper body. Her fragrant shoulder is still exposed, and her jade like shoulder is slightly pink. Now it seems that she deliberately covers it. The light in the house is not bright, and there is a layer of blue smoke like yarn beside her. This green yarn is a shallow space diaphragm, which insulates her slight breathing.

Ning long has retreated to one side and sat down at the table wearily.

"How do you feel?" Ning long looked at the woman half curled up and asked.

After a moment's silence, she calmed down her breath, straightened up her delicate body and said, "turn around."

Behind him came the sound of Ning long moving his chair.

Lu Jia looked back and saw the white dress with her back to her, which made her heart slow.

She released the fingers holding the brocade quilt, reached down and pinched the faded sword dress. She pinched the two sides, and the clothes slid along her body and put on her body again. Then, she put her hand behind her neck, lifted her black hair out of her clothes and put it on Xiu's back. As she silently closed her collar and waist, she slowly turned around.

"Feel..." Lu Jiajia wears the moon white socks and deerskin boots as thin as cicada wings, and feels the changes in her body. Her sword is not only singing, but also turning into a real sword, breaking through the purple mansion.

She said firmly: "it's only one sword away from the purple court."

It's just that she doesn't know what the chance is.

Ning long nodded. He caught the golden black on his shoulder and slowly stroked its dark gold feather, thinking about something.

"Turn around," Lu said

When Ning Changjiu turned around, Lu had already put on her clothes, dignified and gentle, and the quilt on one side had been folded and placed at the end of the bed.

She looks at rather long some stuffy expression, doubt a way: "how?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly asked, "what kind of person is your master?"

"Well?" Lu Jia was puzzled and said, "master has been dead for many years. What do you want to do with this?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "I'm just curious about what kind of master can give up such excellent disciples as you and Lu Yuanbai."

Lu Jiajia thought of Lu Yuanbai, frowning slightly, and said, "I didn't expect that he was actually handed down by the patriarch. When the master accepted him, he had great expectations. But for several years, Lu Yuanbai's cultivation stagnated. Later, the master seldom asked him. Now, I think that behind these things, it should be the meaning of the patriarch."

Ning Changjiu continued to ask, "how did your master die before?"

Lu Jiajia recalled: "when master worked hard, he became ill. In addition, when he was crazy, Jifeng joined hands to suppress him and suffered a lot of injuries. Even if he was cured later, he would wake up when he was crazy... At last, he came back with the sword and told his fortune for a few days."

Ning long nodded, did not ask these questions, he stretched out his hand to grasp the air in front of him, suddenly said: "the aura of Yu Jian Tianzong is much thinner."

Lu said: "today, the peach curtain is broken, and there is a lot of aura overflowing. In addition, the patriarch has half of the aura, and he leaves the peak. Naturally, there will be a lot of aura that is hard to survive."

Ning Changjiu got up, went to the window, lifted the bamboo curtain, pushed open the window, and stretched his hand out of the window. The wind swept through his fingers with a cold astringency.

"The patriarch left with a half clan spirit..." Ning Changjiu shook his head: "I think it's more than that."

Lu Jia frowned and said, "what do you want to say?"

Ning Changchang said: "as I expected, he should have taken all the artifacts at the bottom of the peak, including the best sword and magic weapon of huanbaoshan."

Lu said: "even the immortal Hanchi needs some magic weapons to protect himself."

Ning Changchang said, "what if... What if he doesn't come back?

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"What are you talking about?" After thinking of this possibility in her mind, she felt a terrible feeling in her heart. She even asked, "don't you come back? If you don't come back, where can you go? "

"That's what I want to know now." I'd rather say it for a long time.

Lu's expression became dignified.

Ning Chang Chang asked, "where is the soul of the sword Sutra locked now?"

Lu said: "in my Fengzhu hall, this should have been given to the patriarch, but you were..."

Ning Chang conceals the story of Jian Jing at that time, blaming Yan Zhou's death on blood oath, and Yu Fengzhu also understands what he means. They can't completely trust this strange patriarch, so when Ning Chang says so, they push the boat with the current, but they don't reject it and leave a hand.

Ning Chang Chang nodded and said, "I'll ask. I'll take good care of this sword Sutra in the future. It's too evil. In the same realm, almost no one can catch its sword."

Lu Jia nodded gently and then asked, "what's next?"

Ning Changchang said: "next, go to shuge and check the history of jiuying, xiushe and... She. They can be handed down from ancient times to the present. They should have left a lot of legends."

"What about you?" Lu asked

Ning Changjiu said, "I'll go to Yinfeng to see if there are any traces left."

"Well, good." Lu Jia nodded.

When she was about to leave, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a painting on the wall. She asked, "this painting... Why didn't it draw eyes?"

On the wall, there is a picture of a blue bird hanging on the wall. The painting brush touches the clouds and flowing water, almost in one go. The brush and ink are as fluffy and lifelike, but the place of the eyes is still blank.

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "it's just a painting that I do at random on weekdays. I did it in liantian town before, but I haven't finished it yet."

"Liantian town..." Lu Jia murmured the place name. She had a bad impression of the place: "if I had come to see you earlier, I would not have let you stay in it for half a month."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "don't worry about these little things. In another month, the lotus in liantian town will open. We can go and have a look together."

As a teacher, she should have refused the invitation in private, but Lu Jiajia thought about what happened recently. In her mind and body, she thought of the fragrant Yulian, and her mood became much brighter.

She nodded with a smile and said hello.

Lu left quietly and drove his sword back to the peak. Then he went to shuge to look up the information of those ancient evil spirits.

Ning long sat alone in the room for a while.

He counted the time.

Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, he stood up.

Around him, there was a little light.

Ning Changjiu draws the flying array in reverse.

Then he appeared in the main hall of the peak.

It was the flying array he left in the main hall of the peak after Bingrong's assassination.

The main hall of the peak is empty, and there are many prohibitions outside the hall to prevent outsiders from entering.

Ning Changchang is very familiar with the structure of the main hall of Yufeng. He finds the stone box sealed with the spirit of the sword Sutra in a very short time. He moves it out and hesitates for a long time before opening it.

Among them, the spirit of sword Sutra, which had been sleeping, suddenly woke up. It lifted its hair and stared at the man with a pair of shining sword eyes. After confirming his identity, it immediately changed into a fierce expression.

"How dare you come to see me? What are you going to do? Are you not afraid that I will kill you? " The spirit of Jian Jing looked at him viciously. If he wasn't weak at the moment, he would have split with a sword.

Ning Changjiu said, "I have an enemy I can't fight. I need your help."

The spirit of the sword sutra was stunned for a long time.

At the beginning of its birth, it was evil in nature, eager for freedom, but long-term confined in an inch of land, which made it squeeze countless resentments in its heart. At this moment, the sinner who betrayed him was speechless and didn't say a curse.

After a while, he said, "how can you be such a shameless person in this world?"

An hour ago, he locked himself in this broken urn, and an hour later, he pretended that nothing happened to ask for his help?

He didn't know how to scold him.

The spirit of the sword Sutra looks at the young man in front of him, and has a deeper understanding of the darkness and ugliness of human beings. He also understands that human beings should not be judged by their appearance. The more beautiful they are, the darker their hearts will be.

Ning Changchang said, "this is your chance to regain your freedom. Can you help me?"

The spirit of the sword Sutra grinds its teeth for a long time, and then says: "OK, help!"

Ning Changjiu said, "you can think about it again. I'll come to you later."

The spirit of sword Sutra said: "don't think about it! Take me away quickly, I can forgive you for betraying me today! "

Ning Changjiu said, "this is a big event, and I need to think about it again."

Then, in the curse of the spirit of the sword Sutra, Ning Changjiu covered the urn again and left.

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In a very short period of time, Lu Jiajia found books about the ancient evil spirits. She glanced at them and quickly browsed the relevant contents above.

When Ning long came to the book Pavilion, she had already piled dozens of books in front of her.

"What about the other disciples?" Ning looked around for a long time and found that there were only two of them in the huge book Pavilion.

"I drove them all away." "It's a matter of great importance. It's better not to be disturbed by others," Lu said

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "do you have any clues?"

Lu Jia said: "the records of each book are different, and there are different opinions. But at present, many things are reliable."

"Tell me about it." Ning Changjiu said.

Lu Jia said: "at the beginning of chaos, the creatures in the world snatched the power scattered by the creator gods in the chaos world, which created countless gods. It's said that jiuying, xiushe and Yichen are all the descendants of an ancient real dragon. The ancient real dragon was born in Xuhai and controls the supreme power of space. As the descendants of the space dragon, each of them is born to control part of the law of space. "

Ning Changjiu nodded his head. He recognized this saying. Jiuying had already demonstrated his ability to move space, and he used painting as a medium to create one space after another, which was incredible. As for repairing snakes, its belly is far higher than the space perceived by the naked eye, just like the big sleeve of heaven and earth. It is said that it can swallow a whole sky high mountain.

Ning Changjiu asked, "is there any record of their death?"

Lu Jia said: "there are also many opinions, but generally speaking, jiuying was killed nine times by a Jinjia great God in the southern wilderness and ferocious water, and was nailed to the depth of the swamp. However, Yihu was trapped in the solidification time by another great God. He dissected his bones and dug his heart, and beat his body into dust like particles. As for the cultivation of snake, it is said that he died by swallowing an elephant, In folk proverbs, a snake swallowing an elephant is compared to a person who dies of greed. "

It's almost a well-known story that a snake swallows an elephant, but they know that it's not

A story can't be true. How can the powerful Israeli Palestinian snake not swallow an elephant?

"Unless that elephant is the size of a mountain." Ning long said with a smile.

Lu Jiajia looked at him solemnly: "there is a similar saying in the unofficial history which is hard to find the origin. It says that when the elephant sleeps, it is a creeping mountain. When it wakes up, it is a mountain like God."

There are too many things in ancient times, now it seems strange, and its authenticity has been unable to study.

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "how did the snake die, which was written in the unofficial history?"

Lu Jia took the book and read it again quickly. He said, "the way of death is no different from that recorded in other books. Either it's because he died by directly splitting his abdomen after swallowing the elephant, or it's because it's difficult to move forward after swallowing the elephant, and he was chased by the people of the barbarians and killed in the wild."

"To die with a split stomach?" Ning long didn't know what he thought of, and he looked surprised.

"What's the matter?" Lu asked

Ning Changchang said, "can you show me a collection of paintings you have made?"

Lu turned out several copies and handed them to him.

Ning long opened again, look more and more gloomy.

"What's the matter?" Asked Lu.

Ning Changchang said: "is the snake bone at the bottom of the peak too intact except for the broken tail?"

"Well?" Lu was puzzled and said, "maybe there is something wrong in the book."

Ning long leaned back on the chair, hands folded, he closed his eyes, thought hard for a while, then said: "so... We were all cheated."

"What?" Lu's marriage is a little hazy.

"Such a simple thing, I thought of it at this time." Ning Changchang sighed and laughed at himself. He closed the book on the table and said, "the one at the bottom of the peak is not a snake at all! The real snake in liantian town is the big green headed snake in liantian town. And the one at the bottom of the peak... If I'm not wrong, it should be the last one missing from nine babies. "

Lu Jiajia was surprised that she had never seen the snake in liantian town. If she had, she would have found that it was almost the same as the unofficial records in her hand: green head, black body, split abdomen

"They... What on earth are they going to do?" Lu was a little flustered.

Ning Changchang said his complete idea: "it's not only Zitian daomen who want to revive jiuying. The real person behind the scenes is Hanchi Zhenren. He is in charge of jiuying's last song, so no matter how hard Zitian daomen tries, they can't piece together a really complete jiuying. And Zhang Qiyu... His goal should be to revive the legendary snake, so they formed an alliance and calculated the purple heaven Taoist gate together. "

Lu's back straightened when she heard the chill.

Ning Changjiu continued: "on this day, the purple heaven Taoist sect broke down the three Taoist masters, and decades of planning also degenerated into other people's wedding clothes. After several hundred years, I'm afraid there is no chance to turn over."

"These... These are the calculations of Han Chi?" Looking back on what happened today, Lu Qijia caught a loophole and asked, "is the matter of martial uncle Yanzhou also in his calculation? It's reasonable that he shouldn't know about the sword Sutra. "

Ning Changjiu shook his head with a light smile and said: "it is precisely because of the fearlessness of master Yanzhou, the leader of our four peaks, that one of them did not die."

Lu's eyes widened, and the last fluke in her heart was crushed. "If there were no Yan Zhou... It would be us who worked hard with them? But if we die, we will tell the sword Tianzong not to... "

Ning long interrupted her: "do you think he cares?"

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Liantian town fell into ghost festival again.

The whole town is end to end.

Shiwu stares at the huge monster that is suspected to be jiuying. His eyes can't hide his fear. His body floats back, and the Dao sword comes out and stops in front of him.

Thirteen rain Chen is also extremely nervous.

In the face of ancient fierce beasts, the fear of submission under the pressure of authority almost obeyed the instinct.

The boy in black covered his head and screamed bitterly. He raised his head and stared at the huge boa constrictor. He looked like a man who was seriously being tortured. The executioner put a clear mirror in front of him. In the mirror, he watched each other cut off his flesh one by one.

"No... no! It's not... "The boy in black grew up and his words came out like a chill:" it's not... It's not nine babies! "

"It's repair!" The boy in black yelled out his name, and then his chest seemed to be chiseled down by a hammer, his bone cracked, and he suddenly vomited out a big mouthful of blood. He knelt down and grabbed his hair, as if to tear himself open with bare hands. His expression was extremely painful.

When the word "Xiu" exploded like a firecracker, there was a storm on the surface of Liantang.

Ten have no with the Dao sword cut open the big water, with the public withdraw to one side.

When the water curtain fell, Shi wucai was shocked to see that the black Python's bulging abdomen had a huge gap. The gap was supported by the white bone inside. One of the nine babies' strong claws even stretched out directly from the abdomen.

It's not jiuying at all... It's xiushe who swallows the bones of jiuying that they've been working hard for 60 years!

"You lied to me... You lied to me all the time!" Shiwu understood everything and roared like crazy.

At the beginning, he and Zhang Qiyu agreed that they would work together to make a complete jiuying. Jiuying was owned by Zitian Taoist sect, and the Taoist sect general helped Zhang Qiyu break into Yujian Tianzong and recapture the bone of snake cultivation. From then on, daomen took charge of jiuying and he took charge of snake cultivation. They shared the power of space and did not interfere with each other.

Unfortunately, Zhang's ambition is far beyond that.

Zhang Qiyu stood on the head of the snake and looked at Shiwu without expression. Under him, the snake had swallowed the remains of jiuying completely. The arched fins on both sides were also pressed down by his body. The hard steel bones were slowly disappearing in his abdomen!

"You made two of the simplest mistakes." Zhang Qiyu sighed: "the first is that you should not believe what a person who has lived for thousands of years said. The second is that... When you find that you have been cheated, you are still lucky and don't know how to escape immediately." In the middle of Zhang's words, Shiwu responded. He and shisan Yuchen looked at each other and drove away in the opposite direction of the street. Zhang didn't go after them. He looked at the boy in black and picked him up. The boy in black has no resistance at the moment. The snake opened his mouth and swallowed it, ending his pain. And Shiwu's head soon came to Zhang Qiyu. It's not others who killed him, but the real man Hanchi who also rode on the back of a big snake. He crushed the head in his hand and stared at Zhang Qiyu, who was even with him. He asked, "where are the nine baby bones you promised?" There was a smile on Zhang's face. Promise is just the skeleton of a man who keeps his promise, and betrayal is the secret of his survival for 3000 years. He patted his belly, like a gluttonous meal: "here it is."