Beyond the Divine States

The boat rocked in the middle of the lake and soon leveled off.

Ning long and Zhao xianger sit opposite each other, white dress and white skirt, like the white wall lingering snow.

What Ning Changchang holds in his hand is a valuable new sword. The scabbard is made of painted black sandalwood wrapped with white skin. The round scale and plain white scabbard is decorated with copper. The bright copper is slightly old, and the light and dark are combined with luster.

Ning Long's hand held the handle of the sword for a moment, the iron sword in the scabbard seemed to come alive. It vibrated and chirped in the scabbard, as if a real white snake was struggling to move its body, trying to take off the old skin and replace it with a sharp new scale. The young man's eyes and eyebrows smile at the moment when his sword rises. His black hair is blown up by the lake wind, like a wild snake beating in its sheath.

The action of drawing the sword has already started. At the swallowing point, the sword is shining, but the sword and the scabbard are still tightly connected, as if the action of drawing the sword is just an illusion.

Zhao xianger didn't go to see his sword drawing hand. She gently took away the silk cloth wrapped on the red umbrella. She gently took the umbrella face in one hand and the handle in the other. Her eyebrows and eyes were carefree, not stained, but full of expression.

At this moment, the wind on the lake, she is like a delicate girl, about to open the red umbrella, blocking the cool wind in late autumn or the rain that will fall at any time.

Koi in the lake kisses the water.

The ripples break and spread.

Two people are still sitting, between them, is a mess of autumn bass and red ginger eel silk and half a pot of wine.

Ning Long's action seems to have been pulling the sword, but the sword has never left the sheath, just like a carriage driving in the same place. The wheel has turned thousands of times, but the car has not moved an inch.

Zhao xianger is the same. Her movements give people the illusion of opening the umbrella at any time. But I don't know if it's because the rain hasn't fallen yet. Her movements are continuous, but the umbrella is still.

They are all waiting for each other to draw the sword first.

The swordsmanship fight of the monks is different from that of the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes. The swordsmen of the green forest fight for a fast word, but the monks have to fight for a momentum in the face-to-face confrontation. They are all in the scabbard to keep the potential, at the moment the calm is just an illusion, the turbulent undercurrent has been inadvertently surging up.

"You didn't disappoint me in the past three years." Zhao xianger looked up at his hand holding the handle of the sword and said, "it's a pity that your sword is not good enough."

Ning Changchang's eyes slowly swept over his scabbard and said: "if you had such a realm in those years, how could we be chased away by Mrs. Bai all the way."

Zhao xianger said, "you suddenly mentioned this to distract me? Oh, when I first saw you, I thought I was a little Taoist with a pure heart and few desires. I didn't want to be so shameless. "

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "I didn't want to distract you, but I distracted myself first."

Zhao Xiang'er said, "when you fight against others, you can't be distracted for a moment."

Ning Changchang said, "I'm here to keep an appointment, not to take revenge. How can I tell the enemy?"

Zhao xianger looked at the dish of cold eel soup, said: "I will not be soft hearted."

The old fisherman listened to their conversation with a blank face. At the beginning of their sword drawing, the old fisherman's mind was stunned. He got stuck in his throat and could not say anything. It was not until now that the girl's voice dropped that he felt that the boat was shaking again.

Ning long grip the hilt, Zhao xianger turned the handle.

Thousands of swords were born out of thin air, which made the bow of the boat sink. However, these swords fell on the surface of the lake. The water of the lake was lifted up by the swords, and the boat was arched up. This small fishing boat is like a carp jumping on the river. In the exclamation of the old fisherman, the fishing boat falls back to the lake and keeps shaking. The splashing water is like a rain.

The old fisherman was in shock. He touched the cold water splashed on his face. After fixing his eyes, he found that there was no trace of the newly married couple on the fishing boat.

And the moment the boat landed, the lake turned dark.

It's not that the weather is overcast, but that all the light is taken away by the sword rainbow that suddenly lights up on the surface of the lake and converges to the center. There are two sword rainbow entangled with each other, with incandescent light, such as the Dragon Rising in the lake. At the same time, the scattered sword idea turns into dozens of straight lines, splitting the water surface and pushing the wave outward.

The fishing boat made a turn in the water waves of Jianqi lake, but miraculously it was unharmed.

Ning has not drawn his sword for a long time, and so has Zhao xianger. The sword Qi that they burst forward is only drawn by their mind. Then they use the purple court to trigger the vision, capture the light and cut it, just like two pure half moon sword arcs.

The sudden darkness of the sky made the crowd around the lake flustered. The sound of clutching and screaming merged into one. The sound of the piano in the attic was suddenly dumb and rushed out of the window.

"Is the dog eating the moon?"

"Not like... Lake! Is there someone on the lake? "

"How could it be?"

On the surface of the lake, the figures of Ning Changchang and Zhao xianger jump up high. They are all in the purple court, and they already have the ability to walk in the air. After they jumped up, they kept the same height, and then almost reached out at the same time, cut into their arms and grabbed each other's sword hilt.

Their forearms collided with each other, and their bones vibrated like gold and stone. Without any pain, they grasped each other's forearms with their backhands. Between their efforts, their figures quickly drew close and were about to collide at any time.

At the same time, they changed their moves. Ning Changjiu's sword hand suddenly released and pointed to Zhao xianger's chest with a sharp light in his fingertips.

Zhao xianger doesn't have the slightest intention of defending. He gives a punch, which seems to be not fancy. If you look at it carefully, there is a drop of lake water hanging on the tip of the punch, which is full of brilliance and seems to contain an illusory world.

It's a punch, and it's an illusory world.

The finger of the sword and the fist cross each other. The finger of the sword touches Zhao xianger's skin, but it doesn't touch the essence. It's like a mud sword sinking into the sea, and it's gone in the twinkling of an eye. Zhao xianger's fists hit him on the chest, which aroused the Shura God's record of his body protection. The golden awns lit up under his white clothes, just like the intricate meridians. It's this half of shenlu that offsets most of the strength of this fist, but the strength of the fist is still exploding in the body.

After the first fight, Ning Changchang was more seriously injured, but without saying a word, he suddenly pulled back his finger and stabbed her at the waist. But this action was also a fake. He wanted to force Zhao xianger back to defend and take the opportunity to pull out her sword.

Zhao xianger is not fooled. Instead, she throws another blow between Cun and Xu. With this blow, the wind that came from her face turns around and blows her hair. After hitting Ning Long's body firmly, she turned her fist into a palm, looked down and grasped the hilt of his sword.

It's not like they're fighting, it's more like they're in a rage. It's as if someone's sword is the first to pull out, even if they lose.

They took each other's scabbard and drew their swords.

At this moment, they are not so much pulling out their swords as moving mountains. At the moment when they hold each other's scabbard, all the meridians in their hands explode from under their skin. The torrent of aura is like electricity swimming around their bodies.

The electricity paled my eyes.

Click!

The sound of the two swords coming out of their scabbard overlapped.

The scabbard is like a dark cave. The sword Qi is like the strong wind and bats blowing from the deep of the cave. They cover the teenagers and girls who fight in mid air in an instant. The white dress and skirt dance rapidly in the wind. The cloth wrapped with spiritual power seems to have reached the extreme, making a sound like thunder.

Choking!

The water in the middle of the lake collapses and turns into a snow-white color. Then, the sinking water rises abruptly, like a water dragon. Near their figure, it is cut by the sword Qi and turns into four water columns that slant into the sky.

They drew their swords almost at the same time.

That's the other side's sword.

The bright body of the sword leaves the scabbard, like two streams of water. The clear water reflects their shaking and twisted shadow. At the first moment after drawing the sword, Zhao xianger takes the sword first. Her starting style is very simple, like the simplest pile taught in martial arts schools. But unlike it, the same pile is repeated hundreds of times in less than half a blink of an eye, So this simple sword almost has no loopholes, the sword with unimaginable high-speed cut half a perfect arc.

Previously, she thought the sword was not good enough, but now she is the owner of the sword.

Ning Changjiu is holding Zhao xianger's umbrella sword. After he pulls out the sword, he takes a moment to counteract Zhao xianger's small world boxing power. In this moment, the moon arc has already started and falls from the sky.

Ning Chang's eyes accurately locked the falling sword light. The sword light was not like a sword, but more like a heavy sword. Compared with it, Ning Chang's umbrella sword was slender like a long iron needle, but this umbrella sword was by no means vulgar. Ning Chang had confidence in it, so he didn't think about it. He directly blocked it.

The two collide. The void that Ning Changchang steps on is broken. Zhao xianger's black skirt is flapping in the wind, like a seabird spreading its wings. His light body drags a huge sword light to Ning Changchang.

The sword fell again, but the girl who seemed to be weak and boneless had the strength of ten million. The falling wind tore up the wind and split the void. The blade of the sword came out of the dark void and stabbed Ning Changchang's eyebrows again. Ning Changchang held the sword to block the blank space. The weight from the bone spread to his body, and the crumbling void completely split, The two swords press against Ning Changjiu's body, and Zhao xianger's face is close to him.

A faint smile floated on the girl's pretty cheek: "it seems that you haven't made any progress in the past two years."

Ning Changchang was suppressed and fell into the lake at the moment. Every time he said one more word, his anger would drop. But he still said, "I just don't like beating women."

Zhao xianger scoffed: "do I have to be compassionate?"

Ning looked at her white skirt for a long time and couldn't help thinking of the way they were when they exchanged clothes. She looked unhappy.

Bang!

Ning was pressed to the surface for a long time.

The lake burst.

Ning long but did not sink, his toes on the lake, the sword holding the mountain like pressure down the girl, but just to maintain a strange and ingenious balance.

Zhao xianger looks slightly changed.

In the twinkling of an eye, countless illusions of the wonderful Taoist Dharma suddenly appeared on the surrounding lakes. Those Taoist dharmas are like the tengtai pavilion or the horizontal bridge built on the water, connecting with each other, like the iron pieces on the armor. This is exactly the same as the original witch master holding the ancient scroll to build a city on the lake, but different from it, this is a pure Taoist array.

When Ning long pulled out Shura's sword from his body, he thought about what the secret scripts that were not sword moves could be if they were pulled out.

Today he gave the answer.

This Taoist array forms a small world for a moment. In this small world, Ning long can master the rules for a short time and become a God who calls the wind and the rain.

So after he fell, the tension of the lake miraculously held him back.

The situation turned around in a flash.

Zhao Xiang'er has to face more than one enemy. The pavilions and pavilions, the flying eaves of the magpie bridge are all her enemies. The world does not welcome her! What she has to face is the rules of the Daozhen world.

Ning Changjiu, holding a slender umbrella sword and the power of Taoist array, forcefully flicks Zhao xianger's sword away. At the same time, with a hook of his left hand behind him, he picks up the water in the lake, turns the water into a sword, and stabs Zhao xianger's position one after another.

Zhao xianger looks at the Taoist array that is pressed like Xuanjia's heavy riding. Instead of withdrawing her body and praising her, she holds her sword in both hands and pours at Ning Changchang.

Ning long is building the world.

But unfortunately, the power of rosefinch is "the world", which is a more wonderful law superior to space. And she was born with some.

On the surface of the lake, the light of the sword lights up again. This time, the light of the sword is not like the moon, but more like the eyebrow. It's Zhao xianger's eyebrow.

Ning Changchang is awe inspiring when he is in the world he has built. He looks at the girl who is coming at a high speed. With a shake of his sword, he builds a virtual shadow in all directions in the West. When Zhao xianger is near, the virtual shadow is broken and converges in the center. Ning Changchang's slender sword is attached with the shadow, which is hundreds of times thicker, and it is cut off with his sword, And the whole Taoist array like a small world.

This was originally his means of hiding for a long time, but he couldn't see Zhao xianger's arrogance, so he wanted to give her a direct threat.

The whole Taoist array is like hundreds of great masters. They show their claws and roar angrily at Zhao xianger who is besieged.

The two men cut the light of the sword like willow catkins, and the blade collided with each other for hundreds of times in the moment after the confrontation, like the wings of a dragonfly. If it's a bloody sword, you can shake all the blood on it in an instant, as bright as new.

The sword Qi rolled away from their center like a blizzard, and the whole lake looked like a new one after the sword.

At a certain moment, the high-speed vibrating sword stopped. The two swords collided and pressed each other. The two figures slowly approached. They could see each other's pupils, and then they could see themselves in the pupils. All the sword's Qi and strength were like a huge fire that kept shrinking. After shrinking to the limit, they burst out.

Boom!!!

In the white light, there seems to be a hurricane between the two swords, pushing them back.

The lake rises to the sky and falls with fine raindrops.

Ning long relied on the incomplete Shura's hard resistance, but he still knelt down on one knee, stabbed into the water with his sword, and stopped the sliding figure with pure and majestic spiritual power.

And the moment the sword burst open, Zhao xianger opened the red umbrella.

Ten thousand fine swords and dozens of Taoist arrays burst onto the surface of the umbrella at the same time, which also made her unstable in holding the umbrella. The umbrella was thrown back and fell on the lake like a boat.

Zhao xianger kept waving her sword and smashed up the narrow fragments like a mosquito. In the violent hurricane, her figure skillfully turned in the air and then fell Yingying on the handle of the umbrella.

The red umbrella is like a boat floating in the water. In the ribs, the slender handle is straight. Zhao xianger stood on the handle of the umbrella gently. The embers of the storm were blowing her fine hair. Her white skirt was like a wisp of smoke.

In this round, they had all kinds of means, which was almost a pure sword fight.

Ning long, leaning on his sword, stands up slowly in the middle of the lake.

He touched his forehead. There was a line of blood on it.

The falling lake covered their figure.

Most of the people by the lake are the first time to witness the fight between immortals. Although their eyes can't catch the invisible shadow of the two immortals, the frightening momentum is the most intuitive. The timid run around, and the bold shout around the railings of the lake.

The old fisherman kept running for his life with his oars. He didn't stop until he slid into the river. He helped his hat and looked complicated: "it turned out that he was a fairy couple... But his temper was a little too grumpy. Fortunately, his majesty Zhao Guoguo was in town, otherwise it would be the mortal's fate."

Thinking of this, he took out the silver spindle and bit it for fear that it was changed by magic.

When the heavy rain falls on the lake.

Zhao xianger jumps down gently, holds the handle of the umbrella in his backhand, and walks to Ning Changjiu's side, saying, "let's go."

Rather long gently nod.

At the end of the lake, their figures disappeared.

The next moment, they appeared in an empty street at the same time. The water stains on their bodies were dry, but their faces were pale and tired.

"Miss Xiang'er's swordsmanship is still so fierce." Ning Changjiu suddenly holds the handle of her umbrella and pushes the thin sword back into her umbrella.

Zhao xianger also slowly returned the sword to his scabbard.

"When I was an immortal, you were not yet in the dark. Now you can be as powerful as I am. You are also great." Zhao xianger said with sincere approval.

Ning Changchang said: "it's just strong support. If you take another sword, I'm afraid my bones will fall apart."

Zhao Xiang'er glanced at him and said, "it's not feasible for me to show the enemy that he is weak."

Ning Changjiu asked, "where are you going next?"

Zhao xianger said, "just hang around for a while, and I'll beat you later."

Ning Changchang smiles calmly. Shura shenlu quickly mends his wound, while the Yin and yang principle he had learned before mends his internal injury. He is sure that his injury will recover faster than her. He doesn't want to get used to this girl. When the injury recovers, he will fight fiercely.

Zhao Xiang'er is holding an umbrella with a calm look. She pinches her fingers in her sleeve and seems to be quietly calculating the next time to take the shot.

As a result, the two of them, who are really like a new couple, walk slowly through the quiet street with their umbrellas.

Suddenly there was a shout from the other side of the street.

"Go and see! It's said that there's something wrong with Qingjing lake. "

"What's the matter?"

"It seems that there is a fight between immortals, which almost pierces the whole lake. I've heard that all the way."

"Immortal? What kind of immortals do your highness dare to make trouble now? Isn't this a rebellion? Has anyone been killed or injured? "

"I heard that nothing happened, but half of the lake was blown up and dead fish were fished out."

“……”

Zhao xianger watched them leave at the corner, silent.

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "I heard your highness is going to rebel?"

"Yes, you go to the government to sue me, or you will be punished as a cover up." Zhao Xiang'er sneered back: "but if you are caught, you will have to write a word on the street."

Ning Changchang asked with a smile, "Your Highness will come to rob me then."

Zhao xianger said coldly, "you can write a letter to jiantianzong and ask Lu Jiajia to save his dear Xianggong."

Rather long nose sniffed, touched nose tip, way: "how a strange smell?"

Zhao xianger sneered: "I won't be jealous of you just because you are my fiance."

Ning long suddenly said: "it's vinegar."

Zhao xianger looks a board, do not want to pay attention to him, the corner into an empty street.

"There are so few people here." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao xianger said: "this is the west of the city. Most of them are deserted houses. Some old people are scattered. Some days ago, officials were sent to repair them. I don't know what happened. You can have a look at the people on the way. "

They walked forward.

Wutong trees are all lined up. In autumn, the leaves of the large Wutong trees fall down and fill up the whole road.

At the end of the road, Zhao xianger caught a falling leaf. She looked at the tree and said, "in half an hour, all the leaves of the tree will wither away."

Ning long shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."

Zhao xianger said with a smile: "if not half an hour later?"

Ning long asked, "what are you gambling on?"

Zhao xianger said, "you say it."

Ning long way: "bet a palm, how?"

Zhao xianger knew that he was alluding to the fact that Mrs. Bai slapped herself in the face. At that time, he saved himself.

But if he wanted to rely on these past scandals to confuse his mind, he was still a little paranoid.

"At will." Zhao xianger is calm.

They went on, passing an empty house, but stopped at the same time.

Zhao xianger looked at the tight crack of the door and frowned, "something's wrong here."

"Well, it's murderous." Ning long nodded.

……

In the courtyard of the mansion, six pretty red dress dancers are kneeling on the ground, their heads drooping and holding a slender steel blade. In front of them stood a man in black in armor.

"Your back is too straight, which will make people suspect that there is a sword hidden here. When it comes to playing, you should store the murderous spirit well, make yourself believe that you are just a zither girl, and then show your blade at the moment when you enjoy singing and dancing, and kill that woman. Do you understand?"

The sound of admonishment from the burly man in black was cold and severe. He held a long whip full of barbs behind his hands. The dancers kneeling on the ground were silent and did not dare to speak.

"I know..." the scolded woman replied timidly.

Holding the whip, the man in black raised the dancer's chin, looked at her face and said, "I know what you are thinking. Do you think this assassination is impossible and meaningless?"

No one dares to answer.

Humanity in Black: "you women are still too short-sighted. Although there is no movement in the state of Zhao nowadays, once they are launched, you will all become slaves of the state of subjugation and be sold into the barracks of the Zhao army to be prostitutes with the army! Only then will you know what life is not like death! Now be obedient, you and your family will survive! "

"Yes, my Lord."

These dancer killers kneel down and answer in unison.

They know the strength of the man in black. According to the rumor, his strength is not even inferior to the famous ghost in colored clothes. After the death of the ghost in colored clothes, the evaluation of the man in black is just "fishing for fame". Now, they try every means to sneak into the state of Zhao and buy this courtyard to prepare for the assassination at the state banquet.

The man in black looked at the six women with good looks. He knew that they were dead from the moment they entered the state of Zhao, because with them, it was impossible to assassinate them. Their role was to create chaos, and the final killing was themselves.

"Go on with the drill." Said the man in black.

The six singers and dancers kneel down and answer. Their figures disperse. They take out their harps and lutes and sit opposite each other. The four stand in the center and stand up in a soft and charming dance.

Singing and dancing began.

The man in black did not move.

The girl who played the piano noticed something strange and looked at the man in black. A moment later, she screamed.

In their eyes, the man in black looks like a Rocha. A blade dipped in blood protrudes from his chest. The thick snow is connected with the man in black. Although they can't see clearly, the smell of blood is pungent.

As the girl screamed, the burly man in black fell down.

Screams were heard in the courtyard.

"There is a real rebellion." Ning long looked at the fallen man in black and shook his head.

Zhao xianger said, "it's not rebellion. It's death."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "I think you have lived in the deep palace for too long. These people have forgotten your dignity."

They whispered a few words, and these words really came to the ears of the six women. They didn't know the meaning of the vernacular. One by one, if they were shocked, their blood seemed to be frozen into ice, and they couldn't move at all.

This... This girl in white, is she the empress of Zhao?

This absurd play is like a nightmare. The last nightmare had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse. The real nightmare came quietly in a pure white dress.

"Your Majesty, please spare your life!" The woman holding the piano knelt down first and kowtowed heavily. Her forehead hit the rough sand on the ground, dripping with blood.

The rest of the people also reacted, fell to their knees in a panic and kept kowtowing for mercy.

Zhao xianger ignored their request for mercy, but said faintly: "continue to drill."

With that, she went over the crowd and into the house behind the yard, which was full of dust and cobwebs, with only a bench and a sprained table.

Zhao xianger pulled the bench to the table and sat down with her back against the table, as if this was her throne.

Ning long understood her meaning and sat down beside her.

The dancers with blood on their foreheads looked at each other at a loss.

"I'll let you go on." Zhao xianger said.

With that, the dancers knew they would die

They sat down in despair.

The mournful sound of Qin and Pipa came out like a funeral song.

The steps of the dancers were also staggering, without any sense of beauty, and their pale faces were full of tears of despair.

Zhao xianger watched quietly, looking calm.

Those women feel the last time of life. The girl who plays the piano seems not willing to die. She plays the piano desperately until her fingers are full of blood.

In the lingering sound of the piano, the two women playing the piano trembled and drew straight swords from the back collar of their clothes, while the dancer pulled out knives from the side of her thighs under the hem of her clothes.

Holding knives, they came in trembling as if they were going to the execution ground. One of the women tripped over her skirt and nearly stabbed the person in front of her in the back.

There was a clanging sound in the humble room.

The ground is full of broken blades.

"Go to the Imperial Palace and find Ye Xing Si. After a year, if you can come out alive, you are qualified to be my sword. If you run away halfway, there will be no amnesty."

Zhao xianger said slowly.

Yexingsi is an assassin organization of Zhao state, which is extremely harsh. Many officials and generals of Yao state died in their assassination.

With this sentence, Zhao xianger closed his eyes until the dancers dispersed, and then slowly opened them.

"Why let them go?" Ning long asked.

Zhao xianger was silent for a long time and said slowly: "when I was very young, there were many sisters in Qianyu palace..."

After a pause, she said, "I didn't know until I grew up that they were all prepared by my mother. Three years ago, after the civil strife in the Imperial City, they..."

She didn't go on.

"Well?" Ning Changjiu is slightly confused. Zhao xianger closed his eyes and said softly, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while." With that, she leaned over, her head resting directly on Ning Changchang's thigh, her hand pressed under her cheek, one hand on her chest, her slender legs curled up slightly and folded on the bench. The empress of the state of Zhao really fell asleep in this shabby room. Ning long looked at the pillow in the lap of the girl, stretched out his hand gently cover from her hair. Zhao xianger breathed evenly, motionless, deftly soft like a kitten. Rather long and soft. Half an hour later, she woke up. The girl rose as if nothing had happened. Ning Changjiu went out of the yard with her. They went back to the street. In the bleak late autumn, the ground is covered with fallen leaves. Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger raised their heads together and looked at the tree they had bet on. Wutong trees are standing on the edge of the trees, and the leaves are withered. You lost Ning long said. There happened to be a sparrow on the bare trunk. It was the last leaf of the tree before winter came（ Thanks to the leader of the alliance, the helmsman of jichan river!! Thank you for the helmsman and sing, the great Xia who are rewarded by the great Xia leaves owo!! Thank you for your support