Beyond the Divine States

Then the woman noticed that behind the window curtain, there were a pair of young girls in Taoist robes. They were about fifteen or sixteen years old, childish.

Ning Xiaoling, who had been a little distracted, became more energetic and said with admiration, "she is worthy of being the elder sister of the immortal family. She has recovered so quickly after such a heavy injury."

Ning Changjiu looked at the woman with some vigilant eyes and explained: "I found that the girl fainted in the hospital. My younger martial sister and I rescued you back to the house. I was responsible for boiling water to buy medicine. As for dressing and dressing, my younger martial sister was busy. You don't have to worry."

His words were not urgent or slow, and his tone was unquestionably calm.

The woman wanted to struggle to get up, but the tearing pain took away her strength and pushed her back to the couch.

She looked at the young girls seriously and said, "thank you for saving your life. If you come back to the ancestral home one day, I will spare no effort to prepare a generous gift for you."

With that, she couldn't help shrinking and put her face in the shadow of the dental curtain.

Ning Xiaoling was puzzled and said, "my sister is so beautiful. Why should I cover my face with a mask?"

In the shadow under the bed curtain veil, the woman's face became more and more cold and faint: "I practice the way of heaven to seek a quiet life, and I should be the only one to escape from the world."

Ning Xiaoling moved her chair to the right and looked at the woman's pure and beautiful face more clearly. She said with a smile: "my sister is so peerless, so I don't need to be peerless any more."

She knew that she was very beautiful. Since she was practicing Taoism, when she was listening to the sword washing in the spring by the stream, some disciples of her own family often hid in the distance and secretly cast their eyes on her. She was introverted and seemed to frown. In fact, she knew that no matter how old she was, the disciples of her own mountain gate or the young Junyan of other immortal sects in Nanzhou would be, She often expressed her admiration. She had a clear heart and could see the beautiful scenery after her admiration. She was just meditating and practicing Taoism. She didn't care about it or didn't know it.

As her realm rises and her swordsmanship is truly amazing, fewer and fewer people express their love for her, and more people are in awe and admiration.

Now, after listening to the little girl's praise, a light smile finally appeared on her cold dimple and said, "my little sister is bright and lovely. I don't know if she has ever practiced. What's the state now?"

Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said, "I've only been with my master for one year. Before I could learn anything, my master died."

The woman looked at the girl, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she was beautiful and clear, and that she was a rare seed of cultivation. She said in a deep voice, "come closer, I'll see you."

Ning Xiaoling walked over and sat down beside the bed.

The woman raised her hand with some difficulty, pressed it on her forehead, closed her eyes and meditated. Then she took back her finger gently, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a kind of surprise in her eyes.

"It's rare for you to have such a rare seed of cultivation, even in zongzi Mountain Gate. It's really delayed to follow your master to practice." She said.

Ning Xiaoling touched his forehead and said with a smile, "I didn't know I was so powerful."

The woman looked at Ning Changchang on the other side. She thought that their master had some skills in selecting disciples. The two elder martial brothers and sisters were pretty. At a glance, they realized that they were not laymen, and they didn't know how the visiting immortals sent by the immortal family missed such a couple of young girls at the same time and let an old Taoist pick them up.

She would rather long call to the side, the same hand to his forehead.

Ning Changchang asked with a smile, "how about Jianxian girl?"

The woman opened her eyes, but she was disappointed. The young man's body orifices and acupoints were blocked, and the sea of Qi was tight and narrow. Even the ordinary way of practice was difficult. It would be lucky to enter the metaphysics. Although it's rare for mortals to be able to practice, in the cultivation of immortals, this talent is really mediocre.

She was not good at lying and said, "it's much harder for you to cultivate immortals than for your younger martial sister."

To her surprise, there was no disappointment on the boy's face.

I have a good heart.

The woman suddenly thought of something, looked at them, and said: "I'm very kind and have no teacher. You may as well follow me to practice in jiantianzong. If you don't mind, I'm willing to accept you as my disciples."

Ning Xiaoling was shocked. Although she had never heard of the name of Yujian Tianzong, the reason must be that she was ignorant. The mountain gate that could be regarded as a Zong character was the peak of Nanzhou's practice. It was a fairyland that ordinary people could not cultivate in their lifetime. Her lips trembled and she was at a loss for a moment.

The woman is waiting for their reply quietly. In her heart, her own school is very important, and it is also the holy land of many people's dream. Since the closure of the master, even if it is to receive disciples, it is only some elder martial brothers and elder sisters who have achieved a lot in their cultivation. Now she is willing to make an exception to take them back to the sect. Ordinary people will be grateful for any hesitation.

It's fair to save your life.

But the two brothers and sisters didn't reply.

The woman looked at them in surprise and thought that they didn't know what the four words "Yu Jian Tian Zong" meant?

She asked softly, "do you think this disciple has a false name when you see that I am seriously injured?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head again and again: "I saw the sword that my elder sister's palace turned into a rainbow. It's very powerful. I'm afraid that I can't catch up with my elder sister in my whole life of cultivation." The woman looked at the pretty and lovely girl and gave a little smile, but when she thought of the fox that had already entered the city, she turned a little better and became gloomy again. She sighed, "it's just that she is not as good as others after all." Ning Changjiu asked: "I don't know who hurt the girl?" Woman cold voice way: "a fox demon... Very powerful fox demon, I can be sure, it is not complete, but just so, I am not the opponent, according to him, he lived for hundreds of years, once was the big demon among the five..." "five?" Ning Changchang is slightly surprised. In response, the woman thought that ordinary people who practice Taoism have little knowledge of the entry-level fairy art. How can they know the realm division that is almost the top of the world? She explained: "it is said that there is an unimaginable realm above the purple court, which is called the five ways. The five ways are humanity, heaven, demons, hell and ghosts. These are the five ways of practice in the world. It is said that as long as one of them is cultivated to the top and a suitable opportunity is found, it can be among the five ways. In the past, I thought it was just a legend. Even such a person as the patriarch stayed at the peak of the purple court. " She said with a smile: "I shouldn't say this at this time. It may be too far away for you to enter the metaphysics, communicate with the immortals and live a long life. These are the real three realms on the road of cultivation. Above these three realms is the purple court, which has nine floors. Don't listen, only three realms can lead you to the purple court, but when you really practice, you will know that it's very difficult to enter the purple court... After you follow me for ten years, if you can touch the threshold of fairyland, it's a great way to go. " As if determined that they would not refuse, she slowly introduced these knowledge to them like a disciple. Ning Xiaoling listened in a daze, wrote it down in silence, and asked, "why is changmingjing called changmingjing? What does it mean to live longer? " The woman replied, "if I can reach the realm of longevity, I can live a hundred years longer. However, this is extremely difficult for most people. My master said that I am the most gifted person he has ever seen in the past hundred years. I was born at the age of four and practiced in Qing Dynasty for 20 years. Now I am just living in the realm of longevity. Moreover, I can foresee that I will not be able to break the bottleneck of purple court in ten years." Ning long thought is not these, he vaguely remember, it seems like the memory of the last life, the book, clearly is six, then the rest of a go? Ning Xiaoling was worried and said, "but sister Jianxian, now that big monster is so powerful that you can't beat it. How can we get out of the city?" The woman said: "before its strength is completely restored, find a way to go back to the palace and take out the blue and white sedan, then I will have a way to send you away." Ning Changjiu said: "the palace has changed. It's not suitable to go back for the time being." Ning Xiaoling whispered: "now if the old fox is killed at this moment..." Ning long interrupted: "don't worry, the first target of the old fox is not her, not us. He should go to the palace at the first time, but I don't know how long Zhao xianger can cope with it." The woman chuckled and shook her head: "the old fox demon's power is far beyond imagination. No one can kill it except the patriarch in Nanzhou. Besides, the patriarch recently got the apocalypse and decided to travel to China to find the chance to break the purple court and enter the five ways." She only felt that the heart of the sword was unstable again. After calming down, she looked at the brothers and sisters again with a serious look: "by the way, what's your name?" Ning Changjiu said, "my younger martial sister and I were bought by my master. My name is Changjiu, according to my master's surname Ning. My younger martial sister's name is Xiaoling, who has lived for thousands of generations." Ning Xiaoling nodded her head, not knowing her original name and the idiom. She wrote it down silently, thinking that she could use it in future introductions. She looked at the sick but still beautiful woman and said curiously, "what's the name of sister Jianxian?" I saw that the woman's eyes flashed a little embarrassed color, her lips light pursed, it seems that some difficult to speak.