Beyond the Divine States

There is no gap in duanjie City, but time is still passing.

In the twinkling of an eye, another month.

The temperature in the city also keeps falling, with short days and long nights.

After half a month of chaos, duanjie city finally settled down. Simang, who had been hidden behind the scenes, walked out of the Xingling hall as a goddess and stabilized the order.

She has a beautiful face, elegant posture, noble temperament, she is so beautiful that no one doubts her and takes her words as the oracle.

Before the new monarch was elected to office, the prime minister took the place of the government temporarily, while simang was hidden behind the scenes again after his short-lived appearance to maintain the overall situation.

Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to the trivial matters in the world, but duanjie city has the root of her law. She needs to maintain the stability of the city, and then let them bring more spirit to herself from the abyss of time.

All the Royal people in the city, in her eyes, are just miners, and will eventually become her wedding dress.

And she lives in the star spirit hall, bathes several times a day, wants to wash away the dust and blood stains that night.

For the rest of the time, she would sit on the sundial needle to practice, Polish her own Taoism and power, and calculate their actions and night plans.

She guessed that Ning Changchang was reincarnated and had the potential to become a Shura. Although Ning Changchang himself might not know about it.

But if you really let him practice Shura shenlu, the consequences are unimaginable.

However, whether he or Yechu, it takes a lot of time to practice this method. Even if she is a Shura, she thinks it will take at least a year.

Now all her injuries have been healed. Ning Changchang's last sword even adds a lot of feelings to her Taoist heart. She thinks that if she faces that sword again, she will never let it close to her.

At the moment, what she hesitated was to continue to hunt them down in the ice, or to finish her plan and race with them in time to see who was better.

She is the God of time. She doesn't think she will lose.

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In the early morning of the first day, Su Yanshu returned to Xuexia.

The canyon is quiet, and the wind and snow are not as fierce as usual. At the entrance of the cave, flags are flying lonely.

Su Yanshu stepped into the cave with 80 secret books on his back.

The huge ancient battlefield is like horses whistling into the pupil.

The huge instrument, which symbolizes fate, stands like a pillar of heaven, like a sword that has been waiting for thousands of years. On its spire, the star map changes and glitters.

Under the instrument of fate, Yechu sits in the center of the two images of Qian and Kun.

He was dressed in a clean robe, still as handsome as a God, but his face seemed to lose a lot of vitality, more like a statue with dim light. In his half open eyes, one eye was like the extinguished sun, and the other was like the setting light with the sun's embers.

Su Yanshu's heart stopped slightly.

She walked slowly to him, half kneeling on the ground, watching Yechu's chest almost split him into two sword marks, trembling voice: "this... What's the matter?"

Yechu also looked at his wound, which was healing and cracking, and his power and strength slowly passed away from the gap.

He said with a smile, "it's hurt."

"Who did it? Do you want to take charge of life? "

"Well."

"What should we do? What can I do to save you? " Su Yanshu said anxiously.

Yechu, with a faint smile, said, "this was originally a complete mountain. Later, it was split in two and became a rift valley, which can never be bridged... I'm like this snow mountain."

Su Yanshu listened to him and knew that he was not joking with himself.

But she couldn't accept such a thing.

She has been singing and dancing in the art building for so many years. In the daytime, she indulged in sound and color, and in the night, she was at a loss when she was facing the window. At that time, she had been quietly calculating the date they agreed. That was the biggest hope in her life.

Today, she finally went through everything and came back to this snow gorge to see him. It should have been a happy and bitter experience... How can she accept the other party's death?

In the sound of firecrackers, one year apart, the two should be next to each other.

Su Yanshu knew that he had changed the fate of many people, so she didn't believe it and said, "you can change your life for yourself, right?"

Yechu looks at the sparse falling snow in the sky. His golden robe is like a fire extinguished by snow.

He looked at Su Yanshu and said with a smile, "if I love someone, I will love her all my life."

Su Yanshu didn't know why he said that, but she was pained at the thought that there were several old people before her.

They are all very beautiful women.

She nodded and said, "I know."

Yechu said, "I've been waiting for you to come back today."

Su Yanshu put the pile of secret books in front of her eyes and said, "I've come back with them... There are 80 copies here. The woman in charge of Siming has a dike, so she's missing one. But Shao Xiaoli has one. She didn't go back to the city."

Night apart from looking at the pile of books, a faint smile, said: "you do well, I have a gift to give you."

"Gifts?" Su Yanshu was slightly puzzled.

Yechu spread out his hand, and there were wisps of white air coming out of his palm. Those white air entangled and tightened, like a wool ball. Finally, all the white air condensed into one, and turned into a pearl sized ball.

"Take it." Yechu said.

Su Yanshu still didn't understand: "what on earth is this?"

Yechu looks at her with a smile like a warm spring breeze.

Su Yanshu took the Pearl and swallowed it.

Then, it seemed that something exploded in the body, and the original position of the sea of Qi was torn and overturned, and then this pearl replaced it. Su Yanshu felt that her body had disappeared with the sea of Qi, leaving only a dim perception, which was suspended in the air, like a central point. Then, with her perception as the point, everything started again, It's like her.

She opened her eyes and looked at her arms and body.

The body is in good condition, the dress is the same as before, the mole and birthmark are also in the original position, everything seems to be as usual.

But she felt that she had already experienced earth shaking changes unconsciously.

"This is the time I've collected over the years. Most of it has been given to you. I've only kept it for myself for one year." Yechu said with a smile.

Su Yanshu was shocked: "are you crazy? What are you doing? "

Then she put her finger into her mouth and tried to vomit the Pearl.

Yechu took her hand, shook her head with a smile and said, "this is my gift to you. From now on, you can guard in this snow gorge for me, but this snow gorge will not bind you. You can go anywhere you want. It's just a pity that I can't be with you."

Su Yanshu looked at him for a long time and then said, "are you going to die?"

Yechu said with a smile, "I just told you the truth of the Xuexia Rift Valley, but the Xuexia Rift Valley is not really closed... Maybe many years later, all this will collapse again, and the snow mountain will become a great lake. In a few years, maybe a complete mountain will arch up again in the great lake."

Su Yanshu vaguely understood his words: "do you want to come back from the dead?"

Yechu said: "it's not enough to stand without breaking. The power I have now is far less than that of simang. She can come to Xuexia, but I dare not go near the King City. One day, when she accepts the power of duanjie City, I will have no chance at all."

He looked at Su Yanshu's fuzzy face and continued: "don't think I'm dead. When I'm gone, I may or may not come back."

Su Yan tree shed tears, tears rolling down the snow, condensed into a crystal bead of ice.

"I'll go with you." She said.

Yechu said, "I'm going to a far, far place."

"Where?"

"The end of the world is the beginning of the world." Yechu said.

"The world... Has an end?" Su Yanshu slightly surprised, immediately resolute way: "I would like to accompany you to the ends of the earth."

In addition to looking at the innocent girl in front of her, Yechu didn't explain too much, but said, "what we are chasing is eternity. If we can't reach eternity in the end, even a thousand years of company is meaningless."

Su Yanshu looked at his smiling face in a dazed way and felt that the man in front of him was so strange.

Su Yanshu said, "when will you come back to see me?"

Yechu said, "as short as March, as late as a year."

The time he left for himself is only one year. If things can't be done after one year, there will be no time.

Su Yanshu also wanted to talk, but Yechu stood up with his broken body. He said, "it's the last time. Please read with me."

They read the 80 secret books together.

Su Yanshu couldn't understand it. At the moment, her tears were blurred and her handwriting couldn't be recognized.

Yechu read the 80 secret books and kept them in mind.

"I see." He said with a smile: "the person who can write such magic secrets is really a unique genius in the world..."

He wants to talk and stop, the afterglow in his eyes gradually fade away, with the memory spanning thousands of years.

He stood up and looked at the tower of destiny standing behind him.

Siming once laughed many times, saying that he didn't have the courage to see his own fate.

In this last time, he wanted to see his own destiny.

He fiddled with the instrument and wrote the eight characters of his own birth. Then everything began to boom. The logic of fate was deduced layer by layer, changing between complexity and simplicity. Finally, he drew a star map on the top of the tower.

Night apart from looking at the star map, the smile on the face can not tell the emotion.

Su Yanshu couldn't understand the star map, so he looked at him.

He finally took his eyes back and whispered, "I should have seen it a long time ago."

Su Yanshu didn't ask much, because she knew it was time to leave.

The astrolabe on the spire suddenly faded, and the constellations in it suddenly moved away, tearing the whole astrolabe apart.

Night apart from the body also began to tear, into fine quicksand.

Su Yan set up behind him and couldn't bear it any more. He finally opened his hands and hugged him.

Finally, she knelt in the snow with an empty robe.

And the last light of spirit in the night rises high and goes to the far north.

Su Yanshu watched the last light disappear.

She is not sure, even if we can wait for him to come back, is he still him at that time?

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In this month's time, Shao Xiaoli really got the general treatment of empress.

Every time a new dish comes to the tribe, it will be given to the king and Empress of God and the God of light. The best water sources, carvings, weapons and clothes in the tribe will also be given to them. Even if they are just on the street, the eyes of those people are full of admiration and awe.

And this kind of noble treatment also brought a lot of troubles to Shao Xiaoli.

She can no longer go out without combing her hair and wearing loose clothes as before. Now she is proud of her status as Queen of God. Every time she goes out, she has to put on a shelf and walk around in front of the mirror to make sure that her dress is decent, her makeup is quiet, and her whole temperament is gentle and noble. In a word, she doesn't want to go out until she looks like a king city.

She and Ning were both pretty for a long time. At a glance, they didn't look like laymen, so no one in the tribe questioned their identity.

At the beginning of the day, the patriarch first met Ning Changjiu. They chatted and went further north together.

"That's where we moved in." The patriarch pointed to the boundless wilderness ahead and said.

"Where? What's there? " Ning long looked in the direction of his fingers.

The patriarch sighed: "it's nothing. It's still such a gorge grassland desert glacier. The only difference from here is that there are vicious curses hidden there."

"Curse?" Rather long doubt.

The patriarch suddenly called an old man who was writing hard. The old man had gray hair, wrinkled face and thin body. He said, "this is our historian. He is responsible for recording the size of the clan. Guess how old he is this year."

Ning looked at the old man for a long time. The old man's hand with a pen trembled slightly, and his muddy pupil lost most of the light. He urged: "speak quickly, and then I'll continue to write... I don't have many years, so I can write more days."

Ning long guessed: "the old man should be an old man, right?"

The patriarch and the old man laughed together.

"He is less than 30 years old this year," the patriarch said

Ning long quickly guessed some reasons, or joked: "to be a swordsman is such a consumption of spirit?"

The patriarch explained: "he was the only one in the clan who committed a personal risk and went thousands of miles... When he came back, he would be white haired. The time inside is different from that here. The deeper we go, the faster the flow of time will be, and the faster people will grow old. Our tribe was far away from here at first. At that time, few people in our family could live for more than 30 years. Then we moved closer and closer, and finally we got rid of this curse. "

Ning long nodded and said, "this curse is really powerful."

After a pause in his words, he asked, "did your ancestors leave any last words?"

"The last sermon?" The patriarch pondered for a while, and said: "the ancestor said that the road to light is in the northernmost... He also left some 700 year old objects."

With these words, the patriarch regretted it. He was still not sure whether the boy, who was predicted to be the king of God, was a friend or an enemy.

Ning Changchang was not very interested in this. He asked, "who were your ancestors?"

The patriarch replied, "the ancestors were from heaven, where you came from."

"Do you call it the kingdom of heaven?" Ning Changchang asked.

The patriarch naturally said, "it's said that there is the most prosperous city there... Our ancestors started from there. He took an army and trudged all the way. I don't know how long and how far he went. In short, we didn't go back. Instead, we camped far away. For hundreds of years, we never stopped exploring here, but we didn't see the predicted way out."

Between them, there were several people all over

It was the injured man who was carried to an old house, which is a medical center. However, because the conditions here are too poor, it is difficult to treat good people most of the time.

"What did they do to get hurt?" Ning Changchang asked.

The patriarch said, "what else can it be? When you come all the way, you should have seen the strength of the creatures on the ice field. To hunt a single snow elephant, they usually need fifty or sixty people to form an array. Even so, there are often casualties. "

Ning long silence for a moment, said: "lend me a sword."

The patriarch didn't know the meaning of the fairy boy's words, but he lent him his most precious sword.

He went to the snow plain in the daytime and came back at night.

There are many corpses piled up at the gate of the tribe. There are no smaller creatures such as snow rabbits. They are all fierce lions and tigers with fangs and saber teeth. There is even a large adult snow elephant.

The patriarch was so shocked that he had never seen such a powerful man. So the whole army paid more homage to him and even regarded him as the Savior.

And Shao Xiaoli and xueyujun are in his light, eating and drinking peacefully.

In this month, he has also been to a deeper place, because with this withered branch, the law of time can not affect him, and he even went to a deeper place than the ancestors of this tribe.

But he didn't go on, because there was no end to the world.

Seven days after he came here, both Jianjing and Jinwu woke up. Jinwu seemed to like it very much. Every night, Ning chang would let it out to eat the night. Sometimes the whole night sky would be swallowed by it into the color of molten gold, which once made people think it was a miracle.

The spirit of the sword sutra was ashamed of his coma. He didn't kill Siming with all his strength. Even if he did, he blamed geichang's "weak" body.

These long-term exchanges between Tianning and Shao Xiaoli are not many.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Shao Xiaoli doesn't go out of the door much, so she devotes herself to practicing in an earthen house. Because of dundundun's flesh, her face is more mellow, but she is closer to the goddess in the mural.

They were doing their own things, and the days passed in calm and anxiety.

Finally, a month later, Ning long met a person he never thought of.

He saw Yechu.

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It is dusk when night comes.

He came from the North moor.

Even if at the moment the night is already young appearance, rather long still recognized him at a glance.

Ning never regarded him as his friend.

"I see you at last." Young Yechu said with a kind smile.

He was wearing a simple clothes woven with grass, and a braid tied with straw rope. He looked like a savage coming out of the virgin forest, and his face was still as handsome as the noble childe.

Ning long asked, "where are you from?"

Yechu pointed to the North: "in that cursed land... Even I couldn't escape the influence of all the curses. I was a baby when I came out a month ago, but it has been 16 years since I came here."

Rather long frown way: "why do you come from there?"

Yechu said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. I came to see you. I just want to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" Ning long warily narrowed his eyes.

Yechu said with a smile, "in exchange, I'd like to tell you the way out of this world."

Rather long quietly looking at him, motioned him to say first.

Yechu said: "the way out of this world is very simple. You can become a God with a complete sundial. When you come to the end, you can open the seal of the Jedi and fly back to the Kingdom above."

Ning long asked, "only God can leave?"

Yechu nodded and said, "well."

"But there can only be one God."

"That's why I'm fighting with Siming."

"If so, all those who want to go out should be your enemies." Ning long said.

Yechu said: "yes, but other ordinary people can't go out even if they are given 10000 years. You are different from them, and now we are not the opponents of Sima Ming, so we should cooperate to kill her first, and then we fight for the final power."

Ning looked at him for a long time and said seriously, "I can easily kill you in your present state."

Yechu nodded with a smile: "I hope you can protect me."

"Why?"

Yechu said, "you should have seen Shao Xiaoli's Beiming magic sword, but you didn't find anything wrong with it?"

This is what Ning Changchang discussed with Jianjing on the first day.

Ning Changchang said, "that sword technique is not complete."

Yechu said with a smile, "that kind of skill is called Shura shenlu. There are eighty-one styles. I have eighty of them, but I lack the northern hell divine sword. I am willing to exchange these eighty styles with you for the final one."

Ning Changjiu asked: "are you not afraid that I will kill you after the exchange?"

Yechu said: "our common enemy is Siming. No matter who dies, it's not good for each other."

Ning Changjiu took a deep look at him and said, "you are so generous. Are you sure I can't do it?"

Yechu said: "you should have been here for a month. You must not have found a way to defeat Siming. Now I bring hope. No matter whether you can practice or not, you should have no reason to refuse me." Ning long no camouflage what, directly agreed to come down. Yechu looked at him calmly and continued: "this skill symbolizes the Qi luck of the whole duanjie city. If you and I are successful, Qi luck will be connected. So if you want to kill me, you'd better die. After simang's death, we have enough time to play games." Finally, before nightfall, the deal was finally made“ This is all the methods. This is the order of cultivation. " Yechu handed over those secrets with a sincere smile. He didn't know whether Ning Changchang was reincarnation of the gods. If he was not Shura, he would be the best. He could go into the devil and let himself lose one enemy. Even if he is reincarnated, he can never practice this method faster than himself. This is because it is a real divine skill. No matter how brilliant a monk is, it will take at least 12 years. Unlike him, he accompanied the Lord of God to read the remnant of this method at a very early age. What's more, there are subtle but fatal mistakes in his book. That night, Ning Changjiu read the 80 volumes. His brows grew tighter and tighter. Because he found that the more he looked at the contents, the more familiar he was with them... In his memory, the dust that had been covered by the inconspicuous things faded away a lot, and he suddenly remembered one of the basic mental skills that every Taoist must practice. The heart law is as like as two peas! In the last life, when he was four to sixteen years old, he practiced this skill for 12 years. And he found that there seemed to be something wrong with the order of the books that Yechu had given him... He thought for a while and changed the positions of the two books.