Beyond the Divine States

When he was four years old, Ning long was crowded in a shabby yard, surrounded by children who were as ragged as he was.

The courtyard is surrounded by several Adobe houses, dark and humid, with figures carved on the uneven walls. The dark door was like a coffin standing upright.

In front of my eyes, the light seems to be in winter, only bright, and I can't feel the slightest warmth.

A man with his hair back combed and a smile on his face stood in front of them, talking to an old woman with a wrinkled face. The man looks very strong. Although his figure is not exaggerated, under his bare arm, every muscle is powerful. He is empty handed, but it always makes people feel that he has a heavy knife on his back.

Ning Changchang doesn't remember this memory. This is the scene he saw from the heart demon robbery.

Then he heard someone call his name "Nine", because the number of his house is nine. There are many children living in each house, and the name of the child is the homonym of the number used. He is very lucky, has a seemingly good meaning of the name - long.

He walked through the crowd without knowing why.

The man seized his hand, the old woman seems to have got a lot of money, pile smile face like a fold of straw paper.

"What's your name?" The man stopped at a fork in the street and asked him.

"For a long time. Zhang Jiu. " Ning long answered in a low voice that all the children here are surnamed Zhang.

This branch road has two opposite directions, each connecting the north and the south. It is the same gloomy and cold. Ning has been afraid of the branch road for a long time, because the branch road symbolizes the unknown choice, which will bring him a sense of panic, especially the endless road.

He was nervous, so he held his hand more tightly.

Approaching the intersection, the man said hello to a young man who suddenly appeared. Then he met an old man at the intersection. They didn't know what to say. In a word, they finally chose the North Road. The road was very cold and he shivered with cold. The old trees on the side of the road looked like old people's faces. When they concentrated, they could hear the crow calling, but he couldn't find the crow.

This is the scene that Ning Long's fragmented memory can piece together.

……

The desolate town is far behind, and the crisscross stones around it are like the teeth of a dragon. For a moment, he suddenly feels like a ghost, and this man is his soul carrier.

After many days and nights, Ning long came to the foot of a big mountain.

The man led him up the mountain. When he went up the mountain, he told himself many things.

"Don't go to the deepest hall. It's the place where the master shut down."

"Don't make the elder martial sister angry."

"Don't watch your Third Elder martial brother draw before you are nine years old."

"Although the fourth elder martial sister doesn't like to talk, she is easy to talk. The fifth elder martial brother has the best temper. "

"Your sixth elder martial brother... You should not have any contact."

“……”

"What about my master?" Ning Changjiu suddenly summoned up his courage, raised his head and asked.

The second elder martial brother didn't answer.

The wind no longer blows to the face.

A woman in Danqing Taoist robe came slowly. Ning Changjiu felt at first glance that she was like a quiet lake, reflecting the lake of snowy mountains.

The second elder martial brother told her that this was the first elder martial sister.

When we first met, the elder martial sister gave him a chestnut. He covered his head and didn't know where he made the elder martial sister angry.

The second elder martial brother followed the elder martial sister, and he followed the second elder martial brother. They walked through several stele pavilions, through a Xianghe village surrounded by a big river, and came to the Taoist temple at the end of the mountain road. The Taoist temple was built on the precipice and cliff according to the precipitous mountain, as if in the cloud.

There are many clouds in the mountains.

They all flow from the top of the mountain.

The clouds and fog on the top of the mountain are thick and heavy. You can't see the end at a glance. Only when the moon comes out, the sky is clear.

"Master doesn't like your name." The elder martial sister suddenly said, "from now on, this is your new name."

She handed over a wooden card.

"Rather long"

He couldn't read, but he read these three words.

……

Practicing sword, cultivating morality, learning painting, giving up halfway

He tried to think of everything he could think of..

With the appearance of the eldest martial sister, many memories have gone out of the veil and revealed their original appearance.

Some night buried in the memory, the ghost emerged.

"At that time, the elder martial sister asked the little Taoist to go to the lotus Pavilion and told him a story." Ning long silence for a long time, or decided to tell the story.

Lotus Pavilion is the book Pavilion of Taoist temple.

Although it is a Book Pavilion, no one has ever read a book.

There are numerous books in the pavilion. In the center of the pavilion, there is a lotus flower, which is almost magnificent and composed of more than ten thousand petals. The elder martial sister told him that every petal is a book.

She took off the top three petals.

"The three stories I told you happened in different times, 3000 years ago, 500 years ago and now. It's called... "The eldest martial sister said the four words:" the hunting plan. "

National hunting program.

Ning long did not know what it meant, but felt that he had touched the towering bones throughout the world.

"Why tell me such a story." Ning long asked.

The elder martial sister's answer was very strange: "because you are still young, now I tell you that you will not remember when you grow up."

Later, he did not remember the details of the story. I only remember the four words "hunting country plan" and know that this is what is happening now.

States At War? What country are you hunting in?

This answer seems to be inconceivable but self-evident now.

Although that memory was deep, it was nothing in the long years of cultivation. Later, the cultivation was like gurgling water flowing eastward, first into the stream, then into the river, then into the river, rushing into the sea. Everything happened so naturally.

In retrospect, the most easygoing fifth elder martial brother is the strangest person in the temple.

Other elder martial brothers and sisters often go down the mountain to fight monsters, but they are not in the mountain. After they have learned, they have gone down the mountain to hunt demons several times. When he saw the evil spirits thousands of times bigger than himself, his hands trembled so that he couldn't hold his sword. But several times later, he found that they were like paper lanterns under elder martial brothers and sisters. So when fighting demons, he was usually responsible for clearing the road and knocking open the cave, Then let the elder martial brothers and sisters clean up the most vicious monster in the cave.

But when you think about it, it seems that the fifth elder martial brother has never been down the mountain.

He has been studying large volumes of books on the mountain, which are neatly divided into volumes, and then write books that are almost as thick as the original volume. This is what the fifth elder martial brother has been doing. He has been doing it for many years, but he doesn't feel bored.

Ning's life is very ordinary. Occasionally, he would secretly go to the depths of the Taoist temple and stare at the closed door. He imagined that the door would suddenly open and master would come out.

Although Ning Changchang has never met her master, she knows that she is a very beautiful woman, because the elder martial sister and the fourth elder martial sister are both very beautiful. But when they talk about her, they will more or less show their yearning for her.

The most important thing for practitioners is to practice, and they practice most of the time.

But Ning Changchang didn't have much memory of his path of cultivation.

Because there are so many smooth roads.

By the time he was sixteen, his life had some ups and downs. The letter of marriage flies into his palm like a flamingo. He is slightly afraid in his heart. After careful consideration, he chooses to refuse.

After that, several elder martial brothers and sisters spent less and less time in Guanzhong.

Sixth elder martial brother is more and more lonely.

At this time Ning Changjiu already knew that the sixth elder martial brother was not a man, but a demon. But he had never seen the sixth elder martial brother.

Time is like water, more than ten years in a twinkling of an eye.

In the year before he ascended, the fifth elder martial brother gave him a book for him to fully understand and study.

This is a book written by the fifth elder martial brother.

Except for the elder martial sister and the second elder martial brother, everyone else received a book written by the fifth elder martial brother. These books are not thick, but the content is very exquisite. What they analyze is something familiar to the monks in this world. But the deeper they go, the more likely they open the door to a new world.

And then there's the ascent.

……

"The little Taoist had a successful life, but he encountered the biggest setback when he ascended... This setback directly pointed to death." I'd rather speak slowly.

The sun is setting.

The story has come to an end.

"Master walked out of the audience, burning fireflies as stars and moonlight as sword. The little Taoist priest's chest was pierced by a sword. He looked at the master's face and fell into the endless valley. " Ning Changchang said: "he didn't die immediately after he fell into the valley. Instead, he was in a desolate prison which is unimaginable in the world. The prison is gray and he is the only one. He was nailed there with a sword, waiting for death to come... "

"At that time, he was very lonely. There was no living person in his sight. His body was tied by a sword and he couldn't move. Occasionally, he talked to himself, but he couldn't even hear himself." Ning long said, laughing at himself.

Lu Jiajia listened carefully.

Ning long look at her, smile in the wind fade.

"That's the whole story, isn't it boring?" Ning long asked.

Lu looked at her and thought for a long time. She asked, "is this your story?"

I'd rather have a long look.

"Yes." He said softly.

"When was the story?" Lu asked

Ning Changjiu replied: "it should have happened in... Now."

"Now?" Lu Jia hasn't completely recovered from the shock, and a layer of doubt has been added to her heart.

Ning Changjiu nodded gently: "in the Imperial City, I'm back to my 16 years old."

The sun sank into the valley, and there was no light in the world.

……

I know the story of the imperial city.

But she never thought about it, and it was impossible for her to think about it.

"Zhao xianger... Is this your fiancee?" Lu asked.

Ning long nodded: "yes."

Lu Jia laughed and said, "you are a perfect couple."

"Made in heaven..." Ning long looked at the dark blue sky, chewing these four words“ The previous life may be a match made in heaven, but this life is not. "

Lu said: "your master is so powerful. Maybe everything in the imperial city is her arrangement."

Ning long recalled elder martial sister's words: "fate is too coincidental, it looks like fate."

"Well?" Lu's wife was puzzled.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and said, "I don't know. This is the first time I've really told these stories to people. I thought it would be easier after I told them, but I didn't have any."

Lu's hand held the stone beside the cliff, her embroidered shoes aside, her legs retracted, and she curled up.

She seems calm, but in fact she is filled with unspeakable emotions. Even before listening to this story, she had already prepared herself, but she never thought that there would be such a strange thing in the world.

"I'd rather you keep telling me those fables." Lu's smile was a little sad.

Ning Changjiu sighed: "I also hope these are fake."

Lu said: "in other words, in the original long river of time, we were just strangers. Maybe... In the war of nine babies, I was already dead, let alone the story now."

Ning long does not know how to answer.

Looking at him, Lu said seriously: "time can be controlled by power, but how can it be reversed for 12 years? Even if you go back 12 years, it should be back to your 16 years old... Your 16 years old, it shouldn't be like this. "

Ning Changjiu said, he thought about it for a long time.

"This may be one of the possibilities of time. It's not just time that's changing, it's destiny. " Ning long thought of the dead headless God. Now he was almost sure that most of the authority of the headless God had been taken away by the master. But the death of the headless God was 700 years ago. Did she want to go back to the time at that time? But the elder martial sister clearly said that it was only three months ago that the master made a plan to go back in time as a remedy.

All sorts of doubts came to mind.

"Maybe you and Zhao Xiang'er have a deep affinity, so you have a chance to do it again, and I shouldn't be here." Lu said half jokingly.

Ning Changjiu pretended to be severe and said, "I'm not welcome to think again."

"When did you greet me?" Lu Jiajia gave a faint smile, looked at him and said, "you are actually 30 years old this year."

Rather long nod.

Lu Jia said, "you are four years older than me... The Daoism and swordsmanship you taught me should also be the memory of the previous life?"

Ning Changjiu said, "yes, those are all taught by elder martial brothers and sisters."

Lu Jia lowered her head and said, "then you'd better not grow up. You'll look good as a teenager."

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "so you like this?"

Lu Jia blinked: "because master is such a master."

Ning long gently hugged her.

Cold autumn wind blowing, rather long hand stretched out to her hair, picked a yellow leaf for her.

"Ten years from now, I will die." Ning long calmly said this thing: "life may be able to do it again, but only this time."

Lu Jiajia looked slightly confused: "what is there in the world that will surely die? Unless the world comes to an end in 10 years

He knew that ten years would never end, because he had seen the future in the cross section of time.

Ning Changchang said, "maybe only the master knows the answer."

Lu said, "are you going to find her?"

Ning Changjiu said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"Haven't you thought about it for so long?"

"It's ten years to wake up and ten years to dream. If I can extend these three months into ten years, I'd like to."

Lu Jiajia was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "when you entered the peak, martial uncle Yazhu once asked you a question, and later she told me your answer."

"What's the problem?" Ning Changchang asked.

"She asked you what you practice for. You said, "to explain the world." "Do you still think so now?" Lu asked

Ning Changjiu said, "yes."

Lu Qijia said seriously, "after that, I will accompany you to see the world, from Nanzhou to Beiguo, leaving some of our marks in the world, just as the book says, ten years trace, ten years heart."

It's better to sip your lips for a long time.

"Are you afraid?" Lu said

"Well, ten years is too short." Ning long sighed: "I've seen an ending, how can I not be afraid?"

Lu Jia shook her head and her eyes became bright: "that's the ending of the little Taoist in the story, not your ending. Now you are a swordsman, my master and husband, my elder martial brother and Miss Zhao's fiance, but you are not a Taoist in the temple. "

Rather long looking at the hands of that piece of red hot edge of the dead leaves, looking at the above dead lines, will he hold in the palm of the heart, gently crush.

"You're right. That's not my story." Ning long put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes seriously: "now is my life."

……

……

In the following days, Lu and Ning went down the mountain for a long time and visited many small countries in Nanzhou.

They didn't use their spiritual power, but just like ordinary swordsmen in the river and lake, they held their swords in white, drank with their horses, and watched the scenery everywhere. People come and go on the street, the two people often win large applause.

They lived in many inns and saw many customs and customs in Nanzhou. From the noise of human voices to the stillness of night.

Sunrise and sunset.

This is their ten days.

"Sometimes I always feel that ten days is no different from ten years." In an inn in Baicheng, Lu Jiajia put her hands on the window and looked at the scenery outside the city, bending slightly“ Time is always quick when we think about it, just like when we jumped off the cliff ten days ago. It seems that it was yesterday

Ning long helpless way: "this is no solution to the problem, do not think."

Lu said with a smile, "tomorrow I will personally give my husband to other sisters. How can I not think about it?"

Ning Changjiu asked, "will you come to see me then?"

"Lu asked:" look at you wrestling together, and then their own increase uncomfortable

"Tu Zeng feels bad..." Ning long praised: "I'm more and more concise in my words."

This is the eve of the three-year appointment. Ning long is surprisingly calm. The past is like the wind outside the window. It comes in late autumn accurately, and then blows away the last lingering charm of autumn. Those not withering flowers are still building a false prosperous, winter is like a vertical fall of lightning, ice and snow and Su Sha split in front of.

He stood beside Lu and looked to the northwest. That's where the capital of the state of Zhao is.

Tomorrow, the state of Zhao will hold a sacrificial ceremony. At that time, all the people in the city will be dressed in silk.

At this moment, deep in the palace of the state of Zhao, the two maids brought a stone box with water in it and an ancient sword in the water.

Zhao xianger has not yet taken off her black dragon robe. Now she is sitting in a wooden chair. The noble spirit and dignity between her eyebrows have not been washed away by the cool night.

The body of the sword is pure black and the blade is silver white. The dividing line between black and white is neat and clear, just like a girl's pupil.

This is the fairy sword used by the immortal to cut the old fox.

She fished the sword out of the water.

The rebellious sword in her hand is like a child.

Three years have passed.

In the bright candle, she looked at the sword carefully, and then sank it into the water again. In the original plan, no matter win or lose, she will give this sword to him as compensation.

Because no matter win or lose, she can't stay.

A few days ago, jiuyu brought a letter from heaven, which was written by his mother. She had no doubt that her mother was alive, but she was a little confused about the contents of the letter.

"Seven days later, we will return to zhaorang and return to our country. The big test is coming."

Zhao xianger burned the letter.

She has long been able to recover Zhao guorang, but is always waiting for a person, although he will not come, but she just wants to complete the agreement, so that when she leaves the world there will be no regret.

Zhao xianger closes the stone box.

She looked at the wall subconsciously. There is a letter mounted on the wall. The letter says, "Hello, Miss Zhao, after thinking about it, I can't sleep for a long time. I feel very sorry for you, so I write this letter. I hope your highness will forgive me." It begins with "I wish you a long life, and I wish your highness a long life." ending.

It was a letter he wrote to himself in the last days of Linhe City.

The content of the letter is so hateful that it annoys her every time she reads it.

Zhao xianger never understood what her feelings for him were. It was just the night of three years' appointment that she couldn't sleep.

So in Zhao xianger's bedroom, the lonely sound of Qin came out.

Winter has not yet come, but the sound of the piano is like pieces of snow.

After a long night, the state of Zhao will usher in a national sacrifice. The national sacrifice is to celebrate the restoration of the state of Zhao and pay homage to the dead soldiers. However, all those who attended the birthday banquet three years ago know that this day is a date agreed by his highness and Ning for a long time.

Zhao xianger sat by the window, watching the sky turn white and the sun rise.

She walked into the darkness of the Pearl curtain, and the Black Dragon Robe with gold painting fell like a waterfall. The darkness in the hall seemed to be wrapped with the most beautiful jade Bi in the world. Soon, the jade bi was covered with a thin white dress.

When she walked into the general's residence with an umbrella, she wore such a plain white skirt. At that time, a small yellow flower was pinned on her right arm.

Zhao xianger came out with a long white silk tied on her forehead without a ponytail.

She picked up her red umbrella and walked out of the window where the leaves were piled up. In the White City, there was also a man who did not sleep all night. When he was white in the sky, he took the new sword and tucked in the quilt for the beautiful woman who was still in the dream. He hid his door and left. After hiding the door, Lu opened her eyes and got up slowly, feeling the warmth beside her pillow, looking calm. This is the day of national sacrifice. If no one reminds me, I think winter is coming ahead of time. Thousands of families lost their clothes like snow. Zhao xianger pushed open the door of the deep palace and came out with an old red umbrella. The palace is very quiet. No one dares to disturb your highness today. Her body was a little higher. As she walked, her black hair, which had been hanging over her hips, was shaking gently. Today's weather was a bit gloomy, but her long hair was more dark in the dim light. She walked towards the nine spirit platform. The nine spirits on the nine spirits platform have disappeared. She looked at the whole state of Zhao. It's the nineteen years she's been through“ It's true that you don't believe what you say. " Zhao xianger smiles. The wind blows the white silk into the thin white skirt and takes away the last temperature on her skin. She suddenly raised her hand. A sword Qi rushes to the sky. On the side of the sword Qi, there are countless fire lights spreading in arc shape, and fireworks rolling on the arc edge. Jiulingtai is like a beacon tower. Soon, this light will be seen by Baicheng. At that time, Baicheng will pull down all the flags of the state of Yao and replace them with the flag of the state of Zhao. At that time, all the soil of the state of Zhao was recovered, and she would make up for the last loss of fate. Then she left the state of Zhao by the Flamingo and went to the West where her mother was. This is something she could have done for a long time, but in order to wait for the three-year appointment, she never took back Baicheng as the last blank. Sword fire breaks the sky like fireworks. But I don't know why, after a long time, the fireworks have dispersed, but there is still no movement in Baicheng. She sensed something and turned quietly. Under the nine spirit platform, a young man in white stepped up to himself“ Miss Xiang'er, the time of three years has come. I'd rather come here for a long time. " The boy in white saluted seriously and looked at her quietly. In the autumn wind, they look at each other silently. Three years apart. She seems to have changed a lot and nothing.