Beyond the Divine States

It was in the afternoon of the next day that Ning Xiaoling and Lu Jiajia met.

The girl was wearing a simple white skirt with a sword at her waist. Her long black hair was soft and she was only in a bun at the end of her hair. She was still childish between her eyes and eyebrows, but she was quiet and silent. She looked like she was when she was young.

When she came to see Lu Jia, she was holding a wooden box with her own desserts and hair ornaments.

She came to the thatched cottage where she lived, sat down on the mat, arranged the refreshments that were still warm, and handed them to her. She opened her eyes slightly, didn't refuse, and gently said thanks, then ate them in small bites.

"Is master still used to living?" Ning Xiaoling asked casually.

Lu Jia nodded and said: "fortunately, the southern wilderness is not as dangerous as the legend, as long as it can resist the pollution here."

Ning Xiaoling answered, and still worried: "but elder martial sister told me that there are many ferocious people in the southern wilderness..."

In the middle of the conversation, she looked up and saw the white ferocious animal bones piled up outside the window. She closed her mouth silently, thinking that she had almost forgotten that today's master was the real God of killing. If master had such a realm that day, everything would be solved easily. How could the ugly Hydra make trouble

After eating a snack, she put the wooden box aside and asked in a soft voice, "have you been doing well in your studies recently? How are you doing in the clan?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "well, it's smooth, but martial uncle Lu is not really expected to be the leader of the peak. Since he became the leader of the peak, the number of disciples skipping classes is much more than when master was there. Moreover, he doesn't know which girl he's interested in. In ten days and a half months, he finds some disciples to get together, which makes sister Xue very upset, I almost asked Jiantian cave directly. "

Lu Jiajia listened to her talk about trifles and said with a faint smile, "Xiao Ling, work hard. If you work harder, you will be the second young longevity in the history of Yujian Tianzong."

Ning Xiaoling asked curiously, "who is the first young man?"

Lu Jiajia patted her head, but said, "little girl, you are acting silly again."

"Oh! It's my best master. " Ning Xiaoling pretended to be suddenly.

Lu Jia sighed helplessly and reached out to tap her forehead.

Ning Xiaoling retreated slightly and asked for mercy in a soft voice. Then she pursed her lips and said something about her mind: "master, I've talked a lot with Han Xiaosu recently... Do you think that if the elder martial brother really died, there was a way to bring the dead back to life? In the state of Zhao, the spirit of the old fox had been suppressed for more than 100 years. As weak as Xueyu Jun, the spirit could also find another carrier, When I was in Linhe City, I saw Mrs. Bai's magic power, which made the soul of the whole city last forever... If the elder martial brother is really gone, is there a way to piece together the spirit of the elder martial brother, and then rebuild the body for the elder martial brother? "

Lu Jiajia now devotes herself to practice. She only wants to explore the purple court as soon as possible, enter the five paths, and then set foot in the abyss. Naturally, she doesn't know much about these.

She just thought, "maybe it's a way."

Ning Xiaoling lowered his head and sighed: "even if it is feasible, it will be years later."

Lu said calmly, "don't worry, he is my disciple. I will bring him out."

Ning Xiaoling was quiet for a while. Then she suddenly leaned forward and lifted Lu's Xiuyi's long hair in one hand. She took a hair ornament she had forged in one hand and bade it farewell to her master. Lu reached out gently and touched the hard metal on her hair. She said, "Xiaoling is so clever now, but she couldn't carry a teapot steadily in those days."

Ning Xiaoling thought of her poor way of pouring tea and betrayed her elder martial brother. She covered her face and said, "so what, master can only pretend not to see it? At that time, I was also nearby. Shifu's figure was really enviable. Um... At that time, the elder martial brother's calmness should have been pretended. Alas, Shifu is such a beautiful girl. The elder martial brother will not be willing to come back. "

Lu said coldly, "if it were the sword hall, I would have been disciplined."

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and looked out at the door. She looked into the deep, which was like a depressed lake. Her eyes seemed to be frightened into it. As it fell together, she suddenly said: "elder martial brother must be OK. She said that she would come back in a few days. With elder martial brother's character, she might bring two big yellow girls back. Ah, that's true, At that time, master will not... "

Lu Qijia grabbed her ear and said faintly, "even if I have ten hundred, he must respect me."

Ning Xiaoling begged for mercy and asked, "if that's true, is master not angry at all?"

Lu said softly: "as long as I can come back... What's more, I'm not her fiancee. Why am I angry? Xiaoling, have I neglected to discipline you in recent months? "

They had a little fight for a while, but Lu's smile made Ning Xiaoling feel more relaxed and gave birth to the feeling that she was taking care of her elder martial brother's widow

Then they talked about business.

"Did Lu Yuanbai tell you about the ancient lingzong?" Lu Jia looks serious.

Ning Xiaoling nodded gently: "I know."

Lu said, "do you have any consideration?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "originally, I didn't want to go, but I heard that the ancient lingzong's original skill is also a pulse of soul, and even the remains of King Ming. I wonder if this is a sign of my life. If elder martial brother really becomes a soul and stays alone in the abyss, he should have been waiting for us to pick him up?"

Lu Jia nodded and said, "Shifu also hopes you can go. You are still young and gifted. If you spend your life here, I'm afraid there will be no hope for you. Your elder martial brother certainly doesn't want to see you like this."

Ning Xiaoling gave a small hum and said, "but I still don't want to go now."

"Well?"

"I always think that elder martial brother will come back... That's the feeling. If I leave, elder martial brother will come back and not see me, how sad it would be."

"It doesn't matter. Shifu will support you in whatever decision Xiaoling makes."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head. She could not hide her sorrow from her tender face. She bit her pink lips with her teeth and hesitated for a long time. She said, "I'll accompany Shifu and father again. Two years later... If my elder martial brother doesn't come back, I'll be my elder martial brother. I'll go to study hard and try to get the ungrateful elder martial brother out."

The lighter her words were, the more watery her eyes became.

Lu Jia holds her pitifully.

She gently stroked Ning Xiaoling's back and found that the little girl was much thinner.

Rather small age by landing married show neck, hugged her, some do not want to let go.

Lu's view on marriage

Lift, looking at the dead abyss, a pair of autumn water spirit eyes, the light is more and more dim.

If you are still alive, what are you doing? She thought so.

……

……

Ning long as always sat on a wooden chair, eyes slanting upward, as if to cross layers of sky, with a pair of eyes together.

The Dharma of tianxinjing is circulating in the body all the time.

Only now did he realize the strangeness of this method.

This is different from most of the skills in the world. The rule of three souls and seven Spirits seems to be invalid. This skill repeatedly divides the soul into many parts, just like a lotus with hundreds of petals, each of which is a wisp of tiny soul.

Ning Changchang understood that this may be the fragments left in the depths of the spirit during his reincarnation. Now with the circulation of Shura records, the fragments of the soul gradually come to the surface and become the support to consolidate the spirit.

He looked at the dense lotus petals and felt that they were like the golden lotus under the seat of Buddha.

He can even see his face in the Golden Lotus.

However, if every petal is a proof of reincarnation, how many times should I have died

He didn't know which God he was in his last life. In a word, he admired his strength.

On that day, he felt that his body and blood were much stronger, just like the sword body built by Lu Jiajia, and the most significant thing was the improvement of his spiritual power. In a few days, the scope of his divine consciousness was greatly increased. Originally, it could only spread to a few houses, but now it can cover half a tribe, And now when he stares at the oil lamp again, the lamp will condense with his attentive sight, and finally become a tiny point, until it is completely out.

What he used was not spiritual power, but pure spirit.

The more powerful the mental power is, the better every inch of your body can be mobilized, even if it is rooted.

Although this sutra is powerful, these changes are not a surprise for Ning Changchang. He doesn't think that after practicing this sutra, he can defeat simang who has recovered from his injury.

When he thought about things, Shao Xiaoli practiced his sword diligently in the yard.

Last night, after dodging that palm, Shao Xiaoli's confidence increased, and his movements of putting out and taking in the sword were faster. Her cultivation and Dao Jing also had obvious growth. Now the girl's appearance in a ponytail is a bit of heroic. Ning Changjiu, who didn't expect much from Shao Xiaoli's cultivation, is now curious about where she can go.

These days, there is also a fortune teller in the tribe.

At the crossroads, young Yechu set up a stall and pulled a simple flag to show people their lives.

His stall was very simple. There was only a table as clean as his robe, not to mention some old objects of alchemists in the world, even without a copper coin for cheating.

But Yechu and Siming are the same. Even if they really want to cheat, they don't need any superfluous words. Just rely on the beautiful face like a God.

Most importantly, he didn't believe that revealing secrets would damage his life. He didn't even accept a fortune teller, which made many men and women in the tribe flock to his stall. In the early morning, he had a long line in front of his stall. At night, he put his hands on his sleeves and kept smiling. There was no sign of impatience.

His life is more accurate than expected.

In just a few days, the reputation of the living immortal was spread, and the whole village took their families to line up for a divination.

Today, when Ning Chang saw him, it was dusk. In addition to closing the stall and leaving, Ning Chang sat down on the bench opposite him.

Yechu, still smiling, sat down again, leaned back in his chair, looked at him politely and said, "do you want to see your life again? But I said in advance that you will die in eleven years. Even if I pinch my fingers to bleed, I can't break it for you. "

Ning long shook his head and said calmly: "I'm just curious, why don't you practice well when you get Shura shenlu, but do such a waste of time."

Yechu looked at him calmly and said with profound meaning, "what I have learned in my life is fate. Even if I reincarnate a hundred times, I will never forget my origin, otherwise I will not become a pure Shura."

Ning Chang frowned a little and asked, "must Shura not lose his heart?"

Yechu nodded and said, "well, you can get lost for a while, but you have to find it back, otherwise you will become a resentful ghost."

"Thank you for reminding me, sir." Ning long should a, immediately ponder a way: "but I still feel you have something to hide me."

"Oh?"

"Are you looking for someone to tell their fortune?" Ning Changchang asked.

Night in addition to face smile more Sheng: "Si Ming made the biggest mistake, perhaps is underestimated you."

He hesitated for a while, but still said: "I just thought of the legend that there was a hero in duanjie city for a hundred years recently. I went all over duanjie City, but I didn't find anyone who was so lucky. This time I came here, one is for this, the other is to see what changes have taken place in the lives of those who have been polluted by the cursed land."

Ning long asked: "what did you find?"

Yechu smiles and shakes his head: "it's just something in the main road."

Ning long took a deep look at him.

Yechu asked casually, "you've been practicing Shura shenlu for a month. How many times have you seen it, but there are some things you can't understand. I'm willing to put on my coat occasionally to be the teacher."

Ning Changjiu said, "I'm a slow reader. Now I've only practiced 20 volumes."

In addition to his slight change of expression, he exclaimed at the speed of his practice: "you are the most gifted genius I have ever seen."

Unfortunately, time is still not enough.

Ning Changchang asked, "what about you?"

Yechu said truthfully: "there are ten volumes left to finish the cultivation."

Ning long quietly staring at him, eyes deep.

Yechu seemed to feel each other's emotion and said with a smile, "you have missed the best time to kill me. Now, no matter what happens, our common enemy is only the woman named Siming."

Ning long asked, "do you know what she's doing now?"

Yechu replied, "I don't know, but I can guess."

Ning Changjiu didn't continue to ask. On one side, Shao Xiaoli, who had finished practicing his sword, came over and sat down beside Ning Changjiu. While wiping his forehead, he looked at Yechu and asked, "how many people have you cheated today?"

Yechu said with a smile, "little girl is so polite."

Shao Xiaoli didn't entangle with him much. He turned his head and said, "boss, don't mess with this guy. I'm sorry today

Burn your favorite meat. Let's go home. "

Rather long nod, don't over the night except.

Yechu regretted and said, "originally I wanted to play chess with you. Now I have an appointment with you, so you must have no intention to play chess with me."

Shao Xiaoli snorted coldly, but he was satisfied with the beauty.

Ning long stopped and turned his head. His eyes fell on him and said, "if you want to play chess, you can come to me at any time."

Yechu answered with a smile.

It's getting dark.

He watched the back of Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli go away on the street, and then disappear in the dark night.

He felt sorry for the boy.

The order of his conversion is the 63rd and 64th books. Within two months, he would rather be here for a long time, and then his Qi would be out of balance, and he would turn his whole body into a grudge ghost.

And he will face simang alone.

Yechu laughs faintly.

He felt that even after so many years, simang's mind was still so stupid under his exquisite skin.

She didn't know her real plan, but he had seen through her.

What does she take to win herself?

……

Broken boundary city.

Si Ming bathed in the cold pool, and the silver white water flowed through her silky and delicate skin.

The dim pool water reflects the candle light. Her body is like a beautiful mountain submerged in the lake. Only the clear water can wrap her. The curve of the mountain is slightly twisted in the shaking water light, which seems to be the most wonderful lake and mountain scenery in the world.

In the sound of the water, simang waded along the water and walked slowly up the underwater stairs.

The water drips slowly and quickly across the ridge line, stops at the waist, slides over the soft hillside, and finally falls smoothly on the tight thigh and melts into the pool again.

Thin as a cicada's wings, she put on a white dress, then wrapped in a pure black robe.

The flickering candle in the water is calm again, just like a woman's lips.

She stood in front of the huge sundial and scanned the scale little by little. Today's sundial needle does not fall anywhere, but condenses into a tiny shadow at the root.

After bathing, Sima Ming burned incense in front of the sundial.

Incense curled up like her shadow.

Although she bathes and burns incense every day, she is particularly serious today.

And in her eyes, light is also a little bit bright, seems to be gradually firm what kind of determination.

In the Xingling hall, there are many totems, all of which have reference. Only simang can understand them.

That night, the city of duanjie, which should have been sleeping, was boiling again.

All the candles in the king's hall were lit, and the night sky was red.

The silver haired and black robed simang once again came to duanjie city as a goddess. She stood at the top. Duanjie City woke up under her eyes. People in the king city came to worship one after another. She looked at them quietly, as if she could pour everyone's mind with a smile.

"Today, I have been instructed by the gods to announce something of great significance in the city, which may be related to the prosperity of the city after the cutoff."

Her beautiful voice sounded slowly, with an indescribable force of conviction, like a spring breeze passing through, and then flowers were in full bloom.

They all knelt devoutly, listening to the goddess's message.

Simang spoke slowly and said in a soft voice: "originally, the royal family could only summon gods in the abyss of time when they were seventeen years old. But today, God is so kind that he doesn't want the people in our city to fall into this curse forever. So he issued a new order to lift the prohibition of the royal city. From then on, no matter the children who are babbling or the old people, They have the right to summon gods from the abyss of time. "

A moment later, the whole city was boisterous.

They kowtow to the earth and thank the goddess for her kindness.

On hearing this, Shen Xiang, kneeling on her side, could not help but think of the ancient motto of duanjie city for hundreds of years. He wanted to ask a question, but he was frightened by the power of simang. Finally, he shut up, but he was still uneasy.

Only simang knew that he had cheated all of them.

There are two reasons why the goddess set the rules and said that only at the age of seventeen can she summon spirits. One is that at the age of seventeen, the spiritual power of a royal descendant was relatively mature and could control the spirits. The other is that it took time for the operation and repair of the abyss. If the operation was too frequent, the summoned spirits might not be strong enough, or even deformed and weak, It's like fishing in the dry.

But simang didn't care.

The wild goose plucks its hair, the beast leaves its skin.

She is to pluck the goose feathers, peel off a whole bloody skin.

From tomorrow, she will start Shiyuan with ten people at a time, even if there is no real powerful spirit among them.

In a word, the ultimate value of these royal families is to drain them.

She suddenly felt a little funny.

Yechu came out of the Jedi first and found the king's city. He didn't think that his bad eyes didn't recognize Shiyuan as the head of the Lord. There were countless pieces of power scattered in Shiyuan. Unfortunately, Shiyuan couldn't go backwards, and she could only dig this rich and incomparable mineral through the descendants of these royal families.

It's near the end.

Simang black robe when the wind, she raised her head, as if she had seen the sky over duanjie City, the huge country opened the door for herself.

Now, of course, it's just an illusion.

The real danger lies beyond the northern ice sheet.

But at the moment, simang didn't find out.

Under the high platform, in the dark crowd, one of them didn't kneel down.

Similarly, no one else noticed him.

He was wearing a black cloak. In front of the cloak stretched out a long pointed hat like a crow's beak. At the edge of the cloak, black feathers were woven, and it fell quietly to the ground. Behind him, a long and thin tail was connected in series, like a zigzag water mark on the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman on the stage. He didn't know what kind of emotion was in his eyes hidden in the black robe.

Although he did not stand as high as simanggao, he could see far away, as far as the whole world.

In his eyes, the world was like a real star map, and the brightest one was not the woman in front of him, but in the north.

These stars, either silent or moving, are circulating in this eternal world, like dancing the last dance before extinction.

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