Beyond the Divine States

Ning Xiaoling returned to the queue holding the broken sword.

Said Mr. Ling to see her a little discouraged, or patient comfort way: "already good, this time Dabi first to adapt to some, two years later, young and then a surprise."

"Well, I'll be ready." Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.

Of course, it's not this that bothers her. Among the thousands of swords, the huge figure that will shake the secluded Pavilion is always lingering in the sea of knowledge. It's true and illusory, like a lingering dream.

Said Mr. Ling puzzled: "Xiaoling, have you met something?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said, "no, it's just that... It took some effort to draw the sword. I'm a little tired."

He said that Mr. Ling was suspicious and did not ask.

Yu Jin also said in a low voice: "it's OK for Xiaoling. It's not enough for her. She's still more than her."

Ning Xiaoling answered uneasily.

Yu Jin looked at the dark sword in her hand and asked in a low voice, "can I touch it?"

Ning Xiaoling naturally handed it over.

Yu Jin takes it carefully.

She just grasped the handle of the sword, her arm sank, and she was surprised.

The sword was much heavier than she thought.

Ning Xiaoling stretched out a palm and gently held the edge of the sinking.

Yu Jin looked at her carefully. Suddenly, she said, "it doesn't seem to be a sword."

"Well?" Ning Xiaoling's eyes also fell on the edge of the broken.

Yu Jin looked up at her and said, "it's like a knife."

Ning Xiaoling pulled it out of Youge and walked out. She was confused and didn't read it carefully. She just saw that it was slender and slender, so she thought it was a sword.

At this moment, she found that it had only a single blade, and the whole iron blade had an unobvious but wonderful arc - it was a slender knife without a blade.

The handle of the thin blade is dark and wrapped with thin thread to protect hands. The Tan of the blade is cast like black copper with fine engraving. The half angle rectangular swallowing mouth is not fancy. The dark silver blade is hard but has some curling edges. The back of the blade is also very thin and flexible.

This Dao is exquisitely cast as a whole. Although it is black as a whole, the glosses support each other, and the transition is natural. It has a deep beauty of death.

Yu Jin exclaimed: "such a beautiful knife, shouldn't it be a peerless blade?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head with a smile and said, "if it were a famous sword, it would not be cut off."

"It makes sense." Yu Jin stretched out her finger and pressed the fracture. She felt that she was still young and thoughtful.

She sighed and said, "it's so beautiful. It's really more like an ornament. It seems that Mr. Wang said something like "no work, no work..."

Although Ning Xiaoling also thinks so, but this broken black knife can give her a kind of nameless intimacy.

The trial meeting ended after two hours.

When I went out, the light of the setting sun had already fallen.

There is a huge array barrier for the Middle Earth Shenzong of this scale. Now it's snowing outside, but the inner Shenzong is still gentle.

Out of the door of the trial hall, Ning Xiaoling stands in the sunset, trying to infuse the spirit into the blade.

Something magical happened.

As the aura poured into the blade, the broken blade seemed to wake up gradually. The night color all over the sky was like a butterfly, one after another attached to the black blade. For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was the blood color of the black blade itself or the water body reflecting the Crimson sunset.

Ning Xiaoling looked at it, slightly surprised: "blood blade?"

It is said that there is a kind of sword born with blood red, which is specially used to kill people.

Ning Xiaoling raised the sword higher and looked at the texture of the steel on the blade through the dark.

The evening wind blows up the girl's clothes. Her beautiful long hair is quietly draped on her back. The tail of her hair is tied with a simple knot and tied with a red string.

Sunlight and sword light are reflected on her jade like cheek, and the fine velvet on her crystal clear ears is her childishness.

This unintentional move attracted a lot of eyes, it is the same as the girl Yu Jin also see crazy.

……

It was dark when I returned to the wooden hall of the imperial spirit. The disciples packed up their books and prepared to go back to the room to have a rest.

Ning Xiaoling looked at his desk and gave a slight Yi.

Her books seem to have been touched.

Maybe it's windy today... She didn't care too much. She folded the books and sat in a chair for a while.

What happened in Youge today was unexpected, which also disturbed Ning Xiaoling's mind.

What would happen if I took that sword... It seems that it's called ghost tomb. It's very powerful by its name. It's better than this gaudy broken sword.

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help thinking wildly for a while.

After sitting for a while, she cleared up her mind. Just as she was going to open her book and continue to study the relationship between the two Lingshu and swordsmanship, Yu Jin's voice sounded again: "Xiaoling, Xiaoling, let's feed the cat."

"Ah." Ning Xiaoling took a look at the title page, his lifelike elder martial brother, reluctantly took back his sight, said: "you feed yourself, I want to read the meeting book."

Yu Jin said: "but I'm afraid of the dark."

Ning Xiaoling had no choice but to get up. She felt under the table for a while and said, "I don't have a candle with me."

Yu Jin said, "doesn't your knife shine?"

Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while and went out with the knife.

The spirit power poured into the blade, and the blade gave out a blood red light. It was like carrying a lantern.

She walked in front with a knife, and Yu Jin followed behind with a bowl of dried fish in her arms.

In a strange scene, they went around the big lake outside the mountain and went to the dense forest where the cat was hidden. The girl knocked on the bowl.

King fish didn't show up immediately.

Hiding in the Bush, he saw the figure of Ning Xiaoling's white skirt holding the blood blade from a distance, and was startled.

"This..." fish king heart horror, this scene is not that it has not seen.

On that day, in the land of rosefinch, which was full of hell fire, Zhao xianger, who was dressed in red wedding clothes, was holding two slim famous knives, one blue and one black. The blade of the green sword was like snow after pouring into the spirit power, and the black one was like blood.

How similar is this Dao to the one in Zhao Xiang'er's hand?

So the sound of the girl beating on the iron bowl was also frightening, as if it was her last supper.

Ning Xiaoling and Yu Jin yelled "listening" several times outside the bush. Then the fish King slowly regained his mind, and the cat walked out. After a long battle with Zhao xianger and Ning, it left a lot of shadows in its mind.

"Big cat, it's dinner." Yu Jin squatted down and handed over the iron bowl.

Looking at the girl who redeemed himself, the fish king gave a low cry of thanks. Then he buried his head in it and began to nibble at the dried fish.

Ning Xiaoling rubbed his head and said, "eat more. Only when you eat more can you get better quickly."

The fish King purred that he understood.

In his heart, he secretly ate and thought that it was not charity, but labor income. After all, this afternoon it overcame the peerless problem for Ning Xiaoling, and I don't know if this little girl has found it. If she has, she must be full of doubts at the moment. She is still guessing who the outsider is, right?

Thinking of this place, the king of fish is filled with pride.

When the little girl knew that it was a cat who was secretly helping her, she would be speechless.

With these thoughts in mind, the fish king felt the pleasure of his own cultivation for the first time. The dried fish in the bowl seemed more fragrant, but Ning Xiaoling's next words made his cat's face gloomy.

Ning Xiaoling lamented: "Alas, listen, it's a pity that you are not a complete cat. Otherwise, after a while, Xiaojin and I will go to the clothes Street to buy you a beautiful kitten to accompany you."

"..." the king of fish bit a small dried fish and raised his head with a cat's face, "meow..."

Yu Jin comforted: "it doesn't matter. It's OK. It's not easy to be discovered by Zongli people."

Ning Xiaoling felt that there was some truth and nodded: "well, it's a blessing in disguise."

The king of fish listened to their comments and showed his paws indignantly.

……

Linggu Dabi is close, but the atmosphere in the clan is more relaxed. After all, this Dabi has nothing to do with most of them.

In the last seven days, Mr. shuoling focused on guiding the disciples of Dabie to search for treasure in the Spirit Valley, striving for a better place, while the other disciples were released for the time being.

There was a lot of excitement in the clan.

By the youyue lake, many disciples even fished together.

These days, Ning Xiaoling is also very anxious because she finds it hard to meditate since she got the knife.

Today, she finally settled down to read the meeting book, and said that Mr. Ling called her out to study the terrain and the secret places of the Spirit Valley.

Just a few hours.

After they come back, they will accompany Yu Jin to feed the cat. Now there are many people by youyue lake, and their actions are very inconvenient.

Today, they sneaked into the woods by the lake. Other disciples found them and stopped them.

"This is the only one who has participated in the Linggu competition of yulingzong, younger martial sister Xiaoling!" There was a loud introduction from a long distance, for fear that others would not hear it.

Other people like to see the treasure of life, immediately put down the fishing rod to embrace over, for the beautiful only child younger martial sister.

Yu Jin stood by with a bowl of dried fish in her hand.

Soon, a disciple noticed her and asked, "this younger martial sister, you are..."

Ning Xiaoling takes a look at Yu Jin.

Yu Jin was silent for a moment, picked up a dried fish, put it into her mouth, and said vaguely, "snacks."

Ning Xiaoling showed sympathy.

Finally, in the name of fishing, Ning Xiaoling supports those disciples. Yu Jin secretly runs to the woods to feed the cat.

There are not many pieces of dried fish left in the bowl.

Fish King obviously did not have enough to eat, whimpered a few times. Yu Jin felt that she understood. She picked up the cat and secretly took it out of the forest to steal the fish from the fishing disciples' baskets.

But these days, the fish king has recovered a lot of strength. Of course, he is not satisfied with doing something petty. He pondered for a moment, made a bold decision, and then dived into the lake without being noticed.

Yu Jin can't stop it, worrying about whether it can swim.

Ning Xiaoling, who was forced to sit still while holding the fishing rod, looked shocked. The fishing rod in her hand curved a big arc - a big fish took the bait.

Ning Xiaoling was a little happy, and he pulled it up.

Then, Ning Xiaoling became more and more brave, more and more fish bite, one bigger than the other.

Ning Xiaoling had never thought that she still had such talent. Once, a fish of her age bit on the hook just after it touched the water.

The rest of the disciples were astonished. They thought that the younger martial sister is worthy of being the only child. As expected, she has great talent. The fish can't wait for the bait before it's ready.

Ning Xiaoling is also very confused. At last, she secretly opens her eyes and finally sees the underwater scene.

Every time she throws the hook into the water, a big white cat floats from the water, holding a big fish who can't struggle, and directly puts its lip on the hook

“……”

Ning Xiaoling knows that listening is very spiritual, but she doesn't know that she has reached this point.

She did not dare to hook again, for fear that she would pick up the water monster of youyue lake and send it up in a rage.

In this way, Ning Xiaoling was bothered by all kinds of strange things for many days.

A few nights before Dabie in Linggu, she finally opened her notebook. She stayed on the title page for a long time, then turned back slowly.

"This is..."

Then Ning Xiaoling was stunned.

……

"Who scribbled in my book?" Ning Xiaoling sat up from the bed, holding a lamp, sitting at the table wrapped in a quilt, looking at the words on the book angrily.

The strokes of those words seem to have been gnawed by a mouse, which is out of place beside the graceful regular script.

Ning Xiaoling supported his chin and frowned for a while. He said, "this is a writing brush. It's probably better than this!"

Ning Xiaoling turned a few pages again, the light was dim, and she couldn't lift her spirits, so she didn't continue to read. She closed the book directly, thinking that she must find the culprit in the future.

After that, Ning Xiaoling didn't think about the integration of Lingshu and swordsmanship. What she did most every day was meditation, and then she became familiar with the black blood blade taken out of the secluded Pavilion.

It was not until the last day that Ning Xiaoling was nervous and had some insomnia that she took the book and turned it over.

Those ugly words flitted by in front of my eyes.

To a certain page, Ning Xiaoling's hand stopped.

She sat up from the bed again.

"Qiaoxue diagram?"

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help exclaiming.

On a blank page, she saw a figure drawn with many dots, which were connected with different lines, indicating a strange order.

Although this picture is also crooked, it suddenly catches Ning Xiaoling's sight. She points the page at her fingertips and slowly sweeps down.

"Jiuqi, Sanshan, Yunfu..."

Ning Xiaoling suddenly understood the meaning of this picture. She combed the order of all the lines, and then solved the problem of aura operation that had plagued her for a long time!

She immediately turned the book to the front, walked barefoot across the cold floor, sat upright in front of the desk, and recognized the words.

The heart beat faster.

The night was long.

The ancient lingzong's spirit state of mind is the inner door sword technique of Tianzong.

These two things, which should have nothing to do with each other, in Ning Xiaoling's eyes, finally clearly show the edge of mutual agreement.

They are pieced together one by one.

The room was quiet, and the falling needles could be heard. Only the sound of turning books sounded at intervals.

Ning Xiaoling's spirit is as tight as a string.

In the end, Bai hongguanri, Mo Yu Fanpen and Da he UDU also found their proper edges and made up all the outlines little by little.

The pamphlet turned to the last page.

Ning Xiaoling left his sight after a long time.

She raised her head slowly.

The candlelight on the case just swayed in the middle of her eyebrows.

The candle in her eyes suddenly enlarged, occupied all the line of sight, in the line of sight, it seems that there are two different figures dancing in the air, one is light and agile, the other is sharp and sharp, they each dance swords, the last two people's movements are ingenious fit, turned into a phantom shadow.

The shadow faded with time.

Ning Xiaoling slowly revived, and the candle still danced peacefully in front of her eyes.

Nothing seems to have happened.

But Ning Xiaoling knew that her Zifu Qihai had changed inadvertently.

That change is mysterious and unknown, and she has no time to do more.

Who on earth wrote these words?

Ning Xiaoling is confused.

A master with profound Taoism but ugly handwriting... Is there such a person in ancient lingzong? Why does he have to help himself?

Ning Xiaoling immediately thought that it must be the elder who was afraid that the handwriting would be recognized, so she deliberately wrote with her left hand.

Unfortunately, I didn't find out earlier... Ning Xiaoling thought regretfully.

But regret was just a useless emotion. When she looked up again, a dim white light was already on the window paper.

Linggu Dabi will start today.

……

……

At the ferry of the state of the sea, Ning long married Lu and went underground safely.

The little girl stood in the middle of them, holding out two baby fat hands, holding a person in one hand, holding tightly, for fear of losing herself.

Up to now, Lu can't accept the fact that she has a little daughter without any reason. But when such a clever little girl cries out to her mother, some brilliance in her heart is still ignited.

Ning Changjiu took out the two black lacquer gold invitation letters from his arms and said, "are you going to visit the Dragon Mother banquet?"

In the past few days, Ning long understood the legendary life of the dragon mother.

She is the queen who ruled the sea for three hundred years. She is the descendant of the real dragon born in the sea of no luck. She is a demigod close to the five ways. She is the forerunner and helmsman of tsunamis and storms. She has no children, but she claims to be the mother of the Dragon. She has great prestige in the sea. In terms of reputation, she is even the leader of the eight gods sect.

This dragon mother's banquet of the sea state has always been extravagant and luxurious, regardless of cost, showing the richness and strength of the sea state. Those who can be invited to the banquet are not ordinary people.

Lu was not very interested in this, and said, "there are two letters in total. If we go to join the fun, what will Xiaoyue do?"

Qiu Yueyang raised her head and blinked.

Ning Changjiu said, "she... May be able to get in."

Lu Jia shook her head and said, "forget it, time can't be delayed. We'd better go to the ancient lingzong to find Xiaoling earlier, and then we'll go to find the evil in your mouth together."

No one noticed that when he heard the word "evil", a strange light flashed through Qiu Yue's eyes.

The mercerization was soon replaced by innocence.

Ning Changchang said, "well, let's stay in the nearby Inn for a day, plan the route, and then go to gulingzong together."

Lu Jia nodded and agreed.

Qiu Yue said in a low voice, "but I want to go to the Dragon Mother banquet."

Ning long for this little girl is actually dissatisfied, because originally he should lead landing married hand, but now can only lead her.

"There are only two places in all. If you go to play, who would you like not to go?" Rather long soul torture.

Qiu Yue said without hesitation, "of course I'm going with my mother."

She has clearly realized the status of the family in this small family.

……

After entering the restaurant and ordering dishes, Lu married Qiu Yue and poured a cup of hot water for her to cover. Qiu Yue refused and insisted that her mother cover her with her hands. Lu married Qiu Yue with a smile and rubbed her little hand gently.

Ning long watched this scene, more and more feel that children are demons.

"Do you want to rob your mother with your father?" Ning long said.

Qiu Yue raised her head and said seriously, "my mother is my father's wife and my father's master. I robbed one of them, but I don't want to return one to you."

Ning long was silent.

Lu's eyes curled up and she said with a smile, "now I'm more and more suspicious that this is your daughter. You'd better confess earlier."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "ah, if there is a small marriage in the future, the brain of the small marriage will follow her mother, then she will be bullied by this elder sister."

"There's no way to stop it!" Lu married a smile Convergence: "when I see young age can not be like this."

Ning long thought of the younger martial sister's appearance, and he made a gesture with his hand. He said with a smile, "should Xiaoling be so tall now?"

Lu Qijia held his hand and raised it higher. She said in a soft voice, "without the meticulous care of her elder martial brother, Xiaoling will certainly grow up very fast."

Ning long nodded slightly.

The waiter delivered the dishes one by one. They were all delicious sea banquets rarely seen in Nanzhou.

Lu Qijia thought of "evil" again and asked, "when we meet Xiaoling, where should we go?"

Ning Changjiu said: "elder martial sister said that everything has its own destiny."

Lu said: "there must be a direction. Fate is not a given thing. If so, we just need to stay here and wait for fate to come to us. "

Ning long nodded gently. The elder martial sister told him that if the master hadn't made a new decision, he would not be entangled with the fate of iron law, and a certain fate in the elder martial sister's mouth was more like a coincidence that could only be found after repeated attempts. Rather long helpless way: "can we still look for people to ask the way?" Lu Jia said, "besides your elder martial brothers and sisters, who else knows?" They were chatting, and the sound of talking came from the table next door. At the moment, the hottest topic among the people in the sea is about the Dragon Mother banquet“ It's said that the sea without luck is not peaceful recently, which angers the dragon mother. Now she has ordered the friars to calm down the sea chaos. "“ Oh, the Dragon Mother banquet is making trouble. Those sea monsters are impatient. "“ Yes, especially this year. "“ What happened this year? "“ This year is the feast of the dragon mother for three hundred years. "“ Three hundred years... No wonder this year's show is so big. "“ Yes, it's said that this year's empress will not only meet the six chieftains of Qin, Qi and swordsmanship alone, but also answer a random question for them. " Ning long listened to their conversation in silence, only feeling that the two letters were hot in the dressing room（ Thank you for RMB_ Thank you for your support and love