Beyond the Divine States

Ning long read all the books, oil lamp is still burning, bean big fireworks light him uncertain.

He closed the last book, and then integrated the content of Beiming sword into it.

All the dharmas are connected in series in the divine consciousness, forming a complete book.

That is the Shura God record in Yechu's mouth, and it is also the tianxinjing in the previous life.

Tianxinjing is a required mental skill for all the disciples in Guanzhong. Ning Changchang practiced it before he was 16 years old.

But now, although he is reincarnated, his memory is still veiled. Most of his memories are still icebergs hidden in the sea. Only when he sees them can he really remember them.

Now the seal of memory is like a little unfreezing, and the whole picture of tianxinjing reappears in front of you.

He could not be more familiar with this skill. Now he believes that he can't spend too much time.

As like as two peas, why is the strongest way to break the boundary of the city exactly the same as the method of mind introduced by the past teachers?

Do you mean

In the dark room, Ning Changchang raised his head slightly, his sight collided with the fireworks, and the flame burned in the depth of his eyes, and the center of his pupils was like a cloud full of dust.

He could not help but think of the story of duanjie city.

The head of the LORD was cut off, and his body was turned into bone. Then the kingdom of God fell, and his position fell. All the divine officials and heavenly kings were exiled to this world, together with the people of duanjie city. So a 700 year long trek finally began

All people want to go out, ordinary people are struggling to open up their territory, while the fallen gods want to devour each other, complete power and fly back.

Who is the initiator of all this?

Seven hundred years ago, a goddess came to duanjie city. She brought people to the empty city and gave Wang Xue and 81 secret books

Could this goddess be

Ning Chang's hand can't help squeezing into a fist.

In his previous life, he didn't realize that he was strong.

Now I think back to him, he knows that in only 24 years of his last life, he almost reached the realm of heavenly king and divine officer, and his elder martial brothers and sisters are even stronger than him.

But even so, he is still like a lamb to be slaughtered under the master's sword, without any resistance ability. The chest piercing sword seems to be able to cross the gap of time. Every time he thinks of it, he is like a demon shaking under the full moon.

How powerful is the master?

In other words, she is actually one of the twelve heads of state, but not considerable. In fact, she is a real kingdom of God?

The terrible idea came to his mind.

He thought of all the senior brothers and sisters, and the "simple" townspeople in Dahe Town.

Invisible hidden in the hillside of the mountain, the mountain is surrounded by fog, can not see its height, can not know its distance, such as the towering God pillar, holding the chaos of the upper and lower sides.

Master... Who are you?

And senior brothers and sisters, do they know? Or is he the only one who is always in the dark?

He thought for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.

The oil lamp went out and all the light was taken away.

He looked at the dark room as if he were watching the fate foretold by Yechu.

He stood up and walked out of the house.

To his surprise, there was the sound of sword Qi breaking the wind outside.

Standing at the door, he saw Shao Xiaoli, who had changed into a jingchai cloth skirt, practicing sword in the yard. Her beloved red skirt had been folded and put away neatly for a long time. She would only change it when she went out.

At the moment, she was plainly dressed, her face was simple and elegant, her hair was high in a ponytail, and she swung along with her sword practice. And her sword movement is more and more soulful, and her sword drawing is as crisp as her sword drawing. Smooth is the wind in front of her, as fast as lightning. It gives people a feeling that when this sword pierces the enemy's heart and turns back, it won't even leave a drop of blood on the cold iron of the sword edge.

Ning Changchang suddenly has the feeling of going back to tianku peak to see Ning Xiaoling practicing sword on xueya sword flat.

Finish the last sword.

Shao Xiaoli takes the sword back into its sheath. Her body is hot. She holds the collar with her fingers and shakes her clothes. Then she reaches out her hand to wipe away the sweat from her forehead. When she looks back, her eyes suddenly coagulate, and finally she sees Ning Changjiu standing under the eaves.

"Boss." Shao Xiaoli, who was a little relaxed, immediately stood upright.

Ning long asked, "why don't you sleep?"

Shao Xiaoli said, "didn't the boss sleep?"

Ning looked at her for a long time and said seriously, "your sword is very good."

Shao Xiaoli gently shakes his head: "I always think it's almost funny."

Ning Changjiu replied, "your sword hasn't really drunk blood and lacks the determination to kill. However, it can't be practiced overnight. You don't have to care too much."

Shao Xiaoli nodded gently.

Ning long walked to her side and said, "go to sleep."

Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said, "I can't sleep."

Ning Changjiu asked, "are you worried about simang?"

Shao Xiaoli said, "it's been a month. I always think she's coming."

Ning long comforted: "rest assured, I am here."

Shao Xiaoli worried: "boss, what if we can't fight? I'm still Huang Hua's eldest daughter. I haven't been married yet. Like this king of gods, they talk about it every day. It sounds very shameful. "

As she spoke, her arms bent, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her palms slightly twisted against each other, and her body was like a seedling stirred by the breeze, shaking two times uneasily.

Ning long face does not change, no response.

Shao Xiaoli couldn't wait for an answer. He sighed and tied the scabbard around his waist more tightly. He walked behind him in silence and said in a soft voice, "the boss is really tired. He pretends to be deaf and blind."

Ning Changjiu's steps stopped slightly, and he clapped Shao Xiaoli's head with a faint smile.

Different from four months ago, Shao Xiaoli reacted this time. She had no time to retreat, so she just leaned back and wanted to let her cheek stick to the palm. At the same time, she lifted her palm and put on her arm for a long time, trying to force her opponent to defend and buy herself some time.

Ning long gently Yi a, the hand that moves is really slow a bit.

In this short period of time, Shao Xiaoli grabs the ground with both feet, bends his waist and legs backward, and his long hair falls down. In her pupils, Ning Changchang's palm enlarges infinitely, occupying all the sight. She presses down her panic and hits his palm with one punch. With a bang, Shao Xiaoli's body is recoiled by the palm force, and her feet are unsteady. Her waist has reached the limit, and she falls to the ground.

However, although this fall fell, it really escaped the scope of Ning Changchang's palm. Ning Changchang's palm fell empty, and he himself was stunned. Then he took off the strength of his hand, half squatted down and fell to the ground

The young girl reached out her hand and said with a smile, "get up."

Shao Xiaoli opened her eyes wide. She fell down in one breath, and her chest heaved violently. Finally she realized that she had evaded Ning Changchang's hand.

Four months ago, the eldest brother wanted to learn sword by himself

She felt a little dizzy, and quickly stretched out her hand, holding Ning Long's hand.

Rather long hand is not as soft as her, but give her a kind of inexplicable peace of mind.

Shao Xiaoli got up from the grass and patted the dust on his dress, calming his happy thoughts.

Ning Changjiu took a look at the small white cocoon on the edge of her palm, which was worn out by her long-term sword training, and patted her head pitifully. He looked at the smile hidden on her face and asked, "what's so happy?"

Shao Xiaoli raised his head and said, "boss, did you forget your promise when he started practicing sword?"

Ning Changchang certainly remembers that at that time, he said that when Shao Xiaoli took over the palm, he would be considered as a teacher.

Time goes by so fast that the girl who was scared to stand unsteadily by the shaking of her hand can make a clever response now. In the end, although she was a little embarrassed, she managed to escape.

"Well, Congratulations, Xiao Li. I'm finished." Ning long said.

Shao Xiaoli has been recognized by the boss, with a smile and unspeakable joy.

Ning Changhao said, "what are you so happy to do?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "after this, we will not have the title of master and apprentice."

Ning Changchang asked, "what's wrong with being a master and apprentice?"

Shao Xiaoli said firmly: "of course, it's not good. The book says that one day as a teacher and one life as a father, but there are ethical principles between master and apprentice. It's not convenient to do many things. Only some shameless people who have no virtue will start thinking about their master and apprentice. There are many such things in duanjie City, under the pretext of being a teacher and apprentice, In fact, I don't have the heart to learn skills at all. I just want to get close to each other and then wait for an opportunity. This is not right. Xiao Li is different from them. I practice diligently every day in order to get a free body as soon as possible. Boss... If you have any scruples about this aspect before, you don't have to have psychological burden now. "

Shao Xiaoli lowered his head and talked. The more he talked about the back, his voice became smaller and smaller, and his cheeks were red.

It's just that she doesn't understand why the boss didn't respond at all after a girl said so much.

Finally, she plucked up her courage and raised her head, only to find Ning Changjiu's cold face, stiff features and unfriendly expression

"What's the matter, boss?" Shao Xiaoli didn't know where he was wrong.

Ning long calm looked at her, forced out a smile, said: "no, you are right."

Finally, after pressing Shao Xiaoli back to bed, Ning Changjiu comes to the house alone. Thinking of the girl's words, he can't help but think of Lu Jiajia and laughs helplessly.

Why don't you be such a beast

There was no moon in the night sky of duanjie City, and the graceful snow shadow in white was shaking in front of his eyes, so there was a moon in his eyes.

I don't know what happened to you

He thought quietly that all the contents of Shura God's records would flow into his blood, like a galloping horse, and start a cycle of the whole heaven.

I don't know if the horse can step on the wind to the sky, carrying him to meet the moon.

……

……

Lu did not know how many days she had been sitting outside the abyss.

This abyss is like a sunken plane, falling and chasing ceaselessly. No matter how many times she jumps, she will be sent back to the origin by irresistible force.

The thatched cottage outside the abyss was damaged after being hit by wind and rain. The wooden man at the door of the thatched cottage is burning time, one painting a day. Now it has more than 150 marks.

In the twinkling of an eye, it has been more than five months.

Lotus in liantian town has already withered, and there is no more movement in the abyss, which makes people despair.

She is still as white as snow, her ink hair is like waterfall, her immortal spirit is out of the dust, but her beautiful cheek looks a little thin. Because of the congenital sword body, her skin is not affected by the wind and rain years, and she is still as beautiful as jade, just like the cold snow of Yujian Tianzong.

Day and night alternate on the sword.

After entering the purple court, Lu Jiajia's sword body was newly formed, and her realm rose more than any genius in the history of Yujian Tianzong. However, she never laughed again, and only occasionally hummed the music of the evil heart to the abyss.

As time goes by, who are you in your life

I don't know if the people in the abyss can hear it, and then wake up by themselves.

The elders and juniors of Yujian Tianzong also occasionally send some clean clothes for washing. Ning Xiaoling will accompany her master to look at the abyss when she is practicing. However, she is too low to stay in Nanhuang for too long. She will leave after half an hour.

Ning Xiaoling still lives in neifeng. She practices sword with other disciples every day. After returning to the room, she discusses with Han Xiaosu about the background and magic of ghosts.

Sometimes she would go to the book pavilion to read a book. The old man in the book Pavilion had already died. Now it is martial uncle Yazhu who guards the book Pavilion. When she reads a book, sometimes Le Rou would sit beside her with a book and chat with her. Ning Xiaoling would smile occasionally, but more often she was in a daze.

Now the best relationship between Feng Zhong and her is Le rou. Le Rou hopes she can help her out of the shadow earlier, but although Ning Xiaoling seems calm, occasionally some small movements will still reveal her ideas. For example, when they walk together, Ning Xiaoling will suddenly pull her sleeve.

This is what she used to do with her elder martial brother.

There are some waves in such a day.

It was an afternoon in early autumn when Jing Yangxia came to the abyss and sent a letter to Lu.

"What is this?" Lu's voice was a little dry.

Jing Yangxia explained: "more than 300 years ago, the patriarch made friends with a great master in Zhongzhou, and nearly became a brother. In the past few hundred years, the two clans were separated by mountains and seas, and there was very little communication in letters. But this time jiuying's life still shocked a lot of people. The Great Master heard what happened in Yujian Tianzong, thought about the friendship of the patriarch, and brought a lot of pills and weapons to the clan, He also promised the number of three disciples, so that they could go to practice there and come back to Guangyao sect after the completion of Daofa“

Jing Yangxia sighed: "as you know, even if we have been mending for a few months, we are still in a state of depression and lack of spiritual power. Now we are not a good land for cultivation. There are also many disciples in our clan. No matter where they are in the world, they are rare talents. It's not good to delay them too much. "

Lu Jiajia listened quietly. After Jing Yangxia finished speaking, she gently said, "is it the ancient lingzong?"

Gulingzong is a famous sect in Zhongzhou. They have a unique set of secrets, which can bring the innate spiritual cultivation to the extreme. It is said that the place where that sect fell is the place where the Emperor Ming fell

It is also said that there are several powerful soul swallowers in the mountain gate.

Jing Yangxia nodded.

Lu said calmly, "everything is decided by the master of Jingfeng."

Jing Yangxia hesitated for a while, but still said: "we discussed three places, one of which we didn't want to choose originally, but we discussed for a long time, and finally decided to ask you what you mean."

"Who is it?" Lu asked.

Jing Yangxia said, "Ning Xiaoling."

Lu Jia's eyes dropped slightly and did not speak.

The autumn wind is rustling and the white clothes are flying. She pursed her dry lips. After a while, she raised her head and said, "let me talk to her."

Jing Yangxia nods and leaves.

Lu Jiajia turned around and closed her eyes slightly in the face of the light. Her back was outlined in the bright light. It was so beautiful, but it was more lonely.

She looked at the abyss and asked softly, "your younger martial sister is going to leave. Why don't you come back?"

……

……

The kingdom of Zhao.

Zhao xianger stands on the gold steps of the palace. She is wearing a Black Dragon Robe painted with gold. Her back is beautiful. The jade belt is tied around her waist. She holds it with a smile. The falling green silk is covered to the top of her body. She shakes slightly with her breath. Her head is covered with complicated yellow gold and Phoenix ornaments. She is luxurious and noble, but her beautiful cheek is not emotional, It's like the son of God coming to the world.

The top of the main hall is very high, with beautiful caisson, strong arch, high curtain, staggered barrier fans, and palace lanterns on both sides, like a floating boat in the water.

Civil and military officials are kneeling in front of the hall, one by one stating the major and minor issues that have happened in the state of Zhao, including people's livelihood, disasters, and more importantly, the war with the state of Yao on the border.

"Today's drought in Northwest China has made it through the midsummer, but the rain has not come down. Most of the crops in the fields have withered away. I'm afraid there will be no harvest this year..."

"In the south, however, there are floods. The sand and water in the southeast have burst their banks and flooded many villages. The officials there have asked the imperial city to help them."

"This is the military expenditure and war report of this month..."

“……”

Zhao xianger listened calmly and spoke from time to time. Her language was gentle and clear. She was totally different from a 16-year-old girl. Even if she disagreed occasionally, she didn't use the force to suppress others. Her words were gentle. She seemed to be a wise monarch once in a century.

This transformation of Zhao Xiang'er is often discussed by people in the state of Zhao.

What happened to Yu Jian Tian Zong was no secret after nearly half a year.

They all know that there was an engagement dispute with his highness in the imperial city on that day, and they also fought shoulder to shoulder. The young man sitting in a high position at his Highness's wedding banquet may have died.

They also had a deep impression on the young man. Although his highness solemnly warned him not to talk about Linhe City, they also had a tongue in private. Many people said that they really had feelings for each other in the dark month of Linhe City, and even held each other.

After the boy died, his highness did not go to court for a whole month, and his heart was clear.

But they didn't expect that his highness really attached so much importance to him.

Time is like water. Now there is no sadness on Zhao xianger's beautiful face, but his later indifference or gentleness is full of the charm of refusing to eat smoke and dust.

It seems that the three-year agreement, which is expected by all, will never come true.

Many nights, Zhao Xiang'er will also think of the days of the imperial city and Linhe City. They don't spend much time together, but they always give her a sense of old at first sight, as if fate had been decided a long time ago.

In the late autumn of last year, the state of Zhao was in chaos. Qianyu palace was crushed and her mother died in the fire.

At that time, Zhao xianger's anger was far greater than her sadness, because she knew that such a character as her mother could never die. Maybe all this was the test she arranged for herself.

When Ning died for a long time, she didn't want to believe that no matter how dangerous the abyss was, there would always be a ray of life.

How can a man like him die?

But the days went by, and the white clothes seemed to be tied with stones and sank into the sea, and there was no more news.

This also made her angry, angry at Ning's long-term "faithless words".

And she can not always be immersed in her own emotions, all the people of Zhao are still waiting for her decision.

Yao and Rong are both powerful countries. Even now Zhao is not what it used to be, but it is still very troublesome to deal with the war.

"It is said that the monarch of the kingdom of Yao was enlightened again."

In the palace, a minister came out and talked about a great event that happened recently in the kingdom of Yao.

Zhao xianger was waiting for a word later.

The minister spread out his fold and said, "it is said that the sacred tree in the capital of the kingdom of Yao has blossomed. It is said that the sacred tree has blossomed for 200 years. Every time the flowers and trees are gorgeous, it indicates that Mingjun will ascend to the throne, which is a sign of the prosperity of the country. This matter has become a hot topic in the kingdom of Yao. I can't tell whether the news is true or not, but the people say that the kingdom of Yao is going to be the leader..."

Zhao xianger listened and asked faintly, "what kind of tree?"

The minister thought for a while, and replied: "there are many legends, but the most popular one is a cherry blossom tree, which is higher than the imperial palace. The tree is as hard as iron, and its branches are as hard as iron. When the flowers bloom, it is full of cherry petals, and even a branch can't be seen."

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly and said, "is it Chang Ying?"

In the memory of jiuyu's inheritance, if she wants to become the only purple mansion in the world, she needs the white spirit bone, magic snow lotus and the leaves of Chang Ying. The first two have been obtained by herself. There is no record of Chang Ying in this kind of tree book, and she doesn't know where to look for it. Now, it seems that Chang Ying's iron tree is blooming in the world, but it is in the kingdom of Yao

Listening to his Highness's question, the minister shook his head honestly and said he didn't know.

Zhao xianger didn't ask again. She had made up her mind.

In the past few months, a fire was burning in her heart. The fire was held in her heart, and she was tired of the long war. She often thought, is there any way to end all this... Zhao xianger suddenly asked, "is it OK to kill one person for the benefit of the world?" Most of the ministers did not know why this issue had been debated in history, but now his highness must have asked more profound questions. They pondered and wanted to express their opinions, but heard Zhao xianger say: "I think it's OK." They looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They also did not know that two months later, in the late autumn, one morning, this gorgeous young girl would go alone in a sparrow with a sword and an umbrella. The empress Zhao xianger, the king of stabbing with a single sword in black（ Thanks to the leader of the alliance, he is another helmsman who wants to play McRae!! Thank you for your support! Moda ~)