Beyond the Divine States

In the sword tower, the lotus pond rippled countless times.

The surface of the water gradually returned to clear and round.

Liu He looked at his reflection in the water. A little red in the center of his eyebrows was as eye-catching as a pearl embedded in his skin.

The sound of the sword in his arms was more than that, and he seemed not to accept it.

It was the only sound in the silent sword tower.

Lu Jiajia stands opposite him. The line between her hair is like a extinguished fire. It is black again. The graceful snow shadow is still after shaking in the water.

She recalled the sound of the fire bird in her ear, and she could not help smiling when she saw Zhao xianger's parting appearance in her mind.

This elegant smile in everyone's eyes with a touch of irony.

Looking at her figure, Liu he could not believe his failure.

But the people in the sword building recovered from the shock. They were staring at the landing and suddenly realized that what happened on the fourth floor today would quickly spread all over the middle of China in the days to come.

It's unprecedented that the disciples of the sword Pavilion were defeated in the same or even in the same situation, and they were all witnesses.

Liu he calmed the heart of the sword and asked, "who are you? Where do you learn from? "

Lu didn't want to answer, but said, "your sword spirit is really powerful, but your sword spirit is not a living thing. It's just sharpening and sharpening the sword... What you believe in is the sword in your hand, and what I believe in is yourself."

"So you forged yourself into a sword?" Liu he asked.

Lu did not answer.

Liu He raised his head, his eyes slightly red, and said: "if your sword body is pure, it's all right, but I can't mistake it... But it's clearly a weak heart inside your sword body!"

"So what?" Lu said

Liu Hewei was stunned by this question for a moment. He said seriously, "my master gave me the way to practice sword spirit in one body. Of course, I can't be wrong."

Master... Of course, he is the master of the sword Pavilion.

Just hearing the name of the sword saint, many people in the building were swaying.

Lu said faintly: "there is no right or wrong in Bijian, but if you lose, you will die."

Lose... Liu He hears this word, eyebrow heart has blood bead to fall again.

Liu he didn't think he was wrong, and he didn't think his master would be wrong. He couldn't help but think of the last picture. His sword idea suppressed all the woman's sword ideas in a monarchical manner. But in the end, when he launched the winning attack, his seal was suddenly broken, and the other side's sword intention came, but he took the opportunity and made himself a step faster.

The red light

"Are you the one in the evil way?" Liu He's face suddenly sharpened.

Lu also frowned slightly and said, "do you want to find a reason to kill me?"

Liu he stares at her, his idea also just flash but pass, involuntarily blurt out.

But the speaker did not mean to listen intentionally. When the four characters of the devil came out, many people in the building had drawn their swords.

Looking at them, Lu said disappointedly, "is this the sword pavilion?"

Liu He took a deep look at her, stretched out his hand, and pressed down other people's swords. He said, "don't get me wrong, girl. I despise the enemy in the battle of sword intention. If we meet in other places in the future, I hope you can really share the victory with me. "

"No," Lu said

With that, she stopped talking nonsense and went to the fifth floor.

Liu He looks back at Lu Jiajia. Before, he was willing to go upstairs. First, he was curious about her sword spirit, and second, because

"There is still a lack of fourteen disciples in the sword Pavilion." Liu he suddenly opened his mouth. The voice is self-evident.

This is a big chance. No matter how strong this woman is, she can't be in the purple court. How can she give up her status as a disciple of the sword saint because of a battle of emotions?

The people present listen, in the heart gave birth to the infinite feeling of jealousy.

But the woman who surprised everyone made an unexpected decision again.

Lu said: "thank you for your kindness. I have learned from you."

"Who is your master?" Liu he asked.

Lu did not answer and left on his own.

Liu He looked at her leaving back, until her white dress disappeared in the corridor, and the woman didn't look back.

For the first time, he was left in the cold, smiling instead of angry. After a moment, he shook his head gently: "it's a pity."

Many pitfalls.

After Lu's marriage left, people looked at Liu he one after another. They were at a loss.

One of them bowed and said, "Mr. seven, we are willing to keep a secret of what happened today, and we will never spread it to the outside world to damage the face of the sword Pavilion."

The rest echoed.

Liu He looked at the lotus in the water and said with a faint smile, "no, the spirit of the disciples of the sword Pavilion is not so small."

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In the chess building, Ning long looked at the gray haired old man and his breath, and said, "I can't win this chess. If you have any questions, sir, I can ask the dragon mother for you."

The old man leaned back in his chair and did not answer as if he had fallen asleep.

Ning long looked at the chess game on the table for a while. He got up slowly and said, "don't pass, sir."

The old man said slowly, "don't lose."

This is his last word.

Ning long nodded and agreed.

He went up to the fifth floor.

Each building has eight floors.

When he got to the fifth floor, the rest of them had already taken their seats. On the only chess table, the man was drinking tea and waiting, looking quite patient.

He sat down opposite him.

"I know you." As soon as he sat down, the man said.

Ning Changjiu looks at him with a little doubt.

The man on the other side was a graceful and gentle young master. He said, "we were on the same boat on the moon and sea building. I was lucky to see the young master's sword. It's extraordinary and unforgettable. I don't know why he came to the chess building instead of going to the sword building for fame."

Ning long is still thinking about the last game of chess, he does not want to answer this meaningless question, directly grabbed the pieces, said: "guess first."

The man was not annoyed, and continued: "do you know what caused the storm on the building?"

Ning Changjiu said, "I don't know."

He took two pieces and put them on the chessboard. He said with a smile, "that's not an ordinary building boat."

Ning long nodded gently, it's not surprising that there are hundreds of little girl's bodies on the ordinary ship.

He let go, five pieces, odd.

The man tapped his brain with a folding fan and said regretfully, "wrong guess."

Put a seat on the plate, rather long white first.

Although Ning Changchang didn't respond, the man said to himself, "if you put it decades ago, how could anyone have the courage to move the Dragon Mother's boat..."

Ning long frowned and said, "what do you want to say?"

He smiles and introduces himself. He gathers his voice and says, "to be honest, I'm going to name Zhuoyuan, Zhuo with excellent chess skills, Tianyuan, and huanzongren."

Dian Huan sect is one of the eight great God sects in China. It is not far away from the sea and has a transcendent status.

Ning Changjiu has heard a little about it.

It is said that Dian Huan sect is just like its name, and all the Taoist practices it practiced are aimed at arousing the heaven and earth visions. It takes the body as the element, and it is wrapped in the fury of heaven's power to break out a fist and sword move that destroys the withered and decadent and shakes the heaven and the earth.

The image of this young master of your family is not quite consistent with that of Dian Huan Zong.

Ning Changchang said, "do you play chess?"

Zhuo Yuan said: "occasionally, but it's all stinky chess basket. It's meaningless."

Ning Changjiu's eyes narrowed slightly and asked, "what's interesting about that?"

Zhuoyuan is open to the mountain road:“

I want to commission you to kill a man. "

Ning Changchang looked up at him: "why don't you kill the special assassin? Isn't that organization called the killing court famous here?"

Zhuo Yuan said: "what I want to kill is to kill the people in the royal court."

Ning long frowned, immediately laughed, refused: "I'm not a killer."

Zhuo Yuan said: "I just casually ask, if you promise the best, just... If you don't promise, then this game of chess, I can't let you."

Rather long a smile.

He can feel the opponent's chess power is very strong, but he believes that no one in the building can win himself at the moment.

After playing chess with the old man, his chess also entered a new realm.

Both are confident.

At first, Zhuo yuan just sat on the chair casually, sometimes joking. Then, his back couldn't help straightening, his eyebrows wrinkled a little, and the smile on his face became stiff.

Ning Changjiu's playing is very fast and astonishing. The kind of chess that he dares to play after thinking for a long time at least, Ning Changjiu orders it in the blink of an eye.

Since Zhuo Yuan had already played Haikou, he didn't dare to lose too much momentum. His chess was much faster intentionally or unintentionally.

But it's the quickness of self disorder.

"Brother Zhuo doesn't have to let me." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhuo Yuan's face was slightly gloomy and said, "take this list. It's a great benefit. You'll know later."

Ning Changjiu said, "I haven't been married long."

Zhuo Yuan understood the meaning of his words, just married people always like stability.

He stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on playing chess. Now the situation on the disk is very delicate. He believes that as long as he works step by step, it won't be very difficult to win this game.

The two fell alternately.

The sound of falling is clear.

Zhuoyuan's movements are getting slower and slower.

After a long test, Zhuo yuan left a son.

Ning long almost no thinking, closed his eyes lost a piece up.

Zhuo Yuan looked at the chessboard, Dao heart some collapse, he knew that he was unable to return to the sky.

Three and a half chessboard... This number seems very small, but it's a big winner on the chessboard.

"Who on earth are you?" Zhuo Yuan asked.

Rather than reply, he got up and went upstairs.

Zhuo Yuan didn't give up and said, "if you want to agree, you can come to find me in the Dian Huan sect. Then..."

Ning long has been on the sixth floor.

The competition in Jianlou is much faster than that in Qilou.

In the battle with Liu He, Lu Jia consumed a lot of sword spirit. She was also worried about whether she could finish the eighth floor.

But she found that even if she had a chance to compete with her weak self, she also deliberately gave up.

On the next third floor, she walked away with no difficulty.

She suddenly understood that because she had won the sword Pavilion, others did not dare to win her.

The head of the sword tower was doomed when he was on the fourth floor.

On the eighth floor, Lu Jiajia was rewarded by the leader of the sword building. It was a delicate and almost critical pocket sword with Xuanze's Totem engraved on the handle.

She went downstairs with this sword, and then went to the inner hall of Caijun fairy palace with it, and she could see the dragon mother. She could get a lot of wealth and ask her a question.

Knowing that Ning Changjiu had not played well, she wanted to wait for a while in the chess building.

Under the sword tower, someone is waiting for her.

In the evening, Liu He, dressed in black and holding the sword, stood at the door of the sword building. She didn't come until she appeared.

When Lu saw him coming, she frowned and asked, "do you want to fight with me?"

Liu He shook his head and said, "no, I just found that I forgot to ask your name."

Lu said, "why should I tell you?"

Liu he said: "you won the sword competition in the sword Pavilion. I'm convinced that you won. It's a pity that you don't want to be my sword Pavilion disciple. But even so, I still want to make a friend with you."

Liu He's words are gentle and sincere. Although he is rejected by this woman again and again, he still doesn't believe that a sword mender can refuse the good intentions of the sword Pavilion.

Lu said bluntly, "no way."

"Why?" Liu he frowned.

Without waiting for Lu to answer, a little girl suddenly ran over with tears in her eyes. When she was near Lu, she slipped and fell. "How did you wake up?" she said

The little girl wiped her eyes and cried, "Mom, I just fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that you and Dad were gone. I haven't found you for a long time. I'm dying of Xiaoyue. I thought you didn't want me anymore..."

Lu said softly, "before you smelled the flowers all the time, you let them fall in love. I don't think you woke up when you were sleeping soundly. Your father has already smashed the flowers. At that time, let him go to the dragon mother to ask for an explanation."

The little girl weakly Oh, doubtfully nodded: "mother did not want me."

One side of Liu he can no longer suppress emotions, eyebrows almost wrinkled together.

"This is... Your daughter?" He already knew it.

Earlier, when he saw Lu's wife on the first floor, he was surprised to see that the stone like heart of his sword loosened. This feeling became stronger after his defeat. He thought it was fate, but he didn't want to

Liu He looked at the little girl and thought, how can such a fairy's daughter be so plain? How ugly should her husband be?

Liu He has the urge to vomit blood. He felt that he had never been so subdued in his life.

How can the disciples of sword Pavilion walk in the world like this?

The swordsman looked at his son and sighed. He thought that even a man like him could not escape this pass?

But the little girl added: "mother, let's go, don't pay attention to this person who is not as good-looking as father."

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Ancient lingzong, Linggu.

One day has passed.

It's dark.

The deep gorge of Linggu is full of barren mountains and forests, in which there are countless ferocious beasts. The more the night is, the more dangerous it is.

Following the instructions of the blade, Ning Xiaoling found a hook in a cave guarded by a water spirit, which is specially used for fishing evil spirits in the water.

Ning Xiaoling put the hook into the cloth bag, patted the broken knife on her hand, and praised: "you are really young."

Then, she found a distressing thing - the bag made by Guling Zong was too small.

This cloth bag is supported by nearly 20 pieces of Lingbao. If there is another big thing, I will have to hold it in my hand.

Alas, the ancient lingzong is also a famous family. It's not thoughtful to think about things.

I wish I had another bag.

Ning Xiaoling thinks so.

She went through a desolate ruins, towards the direction of the broken sword.

She wants to find as many Lingbao as possible before the end of Linggu competition. After all, as long as she finds it, she will be her own. She is the little money bag of the elder martial brother. Of course, her own is also the elder martial brother's!

Ning Xiaoling is distracted, suddenly, a cry for help comes from a distance.

She immediately quickened her pace, and her figure with a knife cut the weeds, and in a twinkling of an eye she came tens of feet away.

In the distance, a red shadow fell from the cliff. After falling, the shadow began to run. Behind him, a man in green was chasing him.

"Younger martial sister, don't run away,

Hand in Lingbao. " The man in green pushed her to the end.

The little girl in the red skirt fell to the ground. She covered the cloth bag in her arms and lay on the ground, trying to get up and said, "this is what I found... You can't take it away..."

The man in green looked at her and sighed, "younger martial sister, take the initiative. Don't force elder martial brother to do it."

The little girl in the red skirt covered it. She turned her head, looked at the green clothes on the man and said, "I won't give you such an ugly person!"

The man laughed and said, "what do you know? It's the safest way to wear it. It's worn in the desert, it's worn on the cliff, it's worn in the water..."

Then, one by one, he took out the coat he had prepared in advance... After all, magic weapons are not allowed to be taken indiscriminately, and clothes are not limited.

The man said: "younger martial sister, you are too conspicuous, otherwise I can't find you."

Red skirt little girl also some regrets, she choked: "you shameless big abnormal!"

The man approached her step by step.

Then he stopped in front of the girl and fell down.

The little girl in the red skirt was surprised. Then she saw a young girl standing behind the man. She was dressed in a white dress, with an iceberg that was thousands of miles away, but her face was so lovely that people wanted to rub it.

The little girl in red dress looked at her with a sense of intimacy.

Previously, she had seen the girl in white dress in the team outside Linggu. At that time, she still thought she was plain, but now she looks like a fairy.

The girl looked at her and said with gratitude: "thank you, elder martial sister. What's your name... You're here to save me..."

Ning Xiaoling simply answered his name, and then opened the man's brocade bag, which was temporarily stunned by her, and directly sent him out of the valley.

Then she held out her hand to the little red skirt girl.

The girl who fell on the ground looked at the Qianqian jade hand. She was very moved and gave her hand.

The two hands are staggered.

Ning Xiaoling grabbed the Lingbao she was protecting.

“？？？” The girl in red skirt was stunned. She widened her eyes, which reflected that she was not here to save me. She was a more overbearing robber!

"You... You..." the girl felt that she was really wrong. She looked at her with tears in her eyes and wanted to criticize her.

Then, a more strange scene happened.

The little girl, who called herself Ning Xiaoling, looked at the bell in her bag for a while. It was a tongue plucked bell. Only ghosts and gods could hear the sound of shaking.

Ning Xiaoling showed a look of disgust.

"I'll take this and give it back to you." She took the bag and threw the bell back to the girl.

The girl looked at the bell in her hand, her heart was hit by an unprecedented blow.

"How can you bully people like this?" She said with shame and indignation, "if you have the ability, don't give me anything!"

Ning Xiaoling looked at her and was silent for a while.

The girl quickly covered the bell: "I'm... I'm kidding."

"Thank you very much."

Ning Xiaoling more than a cloth bag, a lot of relaxed mood, turned away.

"This... What disciples did the ancient lingzong accept?" The girl in the red dress is a little bit broken.

Ning Xiaoling walked all the way into one area after another of the rift valley, searching for Lingbao in a carpet style.

Soon, the empty bag was filled with a small half of things.

There is not much bumpy road for the next treasure hunt.

Along the way, she met a pair of elder martial brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, they were poor and didn't rob anything by themselves.

Before she left, she also heard the elder martial brother comfort the younger martial sister: "don't worry, when we find the other three elder martial brothers in the nether world, we must teach this dead girl a good lesson."

After a day's hard work, Ning Xiaoling seems to be a bully in Linggu. Her brothers and sisters who were robbed by her spread her story after they met her. Now, her deterrent power has even exceeded that of Minglang.

After all, no matter what happened to Ming Lang, he was also an upright disciple. He could not do such dirty business as robbing people and treasures.

It's near midnight.

Ning Xiaoling is looking for the treasure with great interest. Suddenly, the knife on her hand lights up again.

This time the light was brighter than before.

Ning Xiaoling thought for a moment, and immediately thought of some possibility - Yibao will appear!

Thinking of this, her spirit was tense.

Hasn't Ming Lang found it yet? Previously, she tried so hard to win by quantity, but one of the strongest Lingbao was worth dozens of ordinary Lingbao... Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate any more and went straight to the direction of the blade. Ning Xiaoling crossed a ravine paved with stones and an old forest. In front of him was a huge dried up river bed. The river bed was very deep, covered with colorful poisonous fog below, and a broken bridge above. The moonlight outside the Spirit Valley shines here. The broken bridge seems to be covered with gauze. Part of it disappears in the fog, as if it leads to hell. Ning Xiaoling stopped outside the broken bridge for a while. She had seen a similar scene in Linhe City, which is no stranger. She stepped on the broken bridge and cut open the fog of the nether world with a knife. It's becoming clear in front of my eyes. She walked across the seemingly strange bridge, and nothing strange happened. After Naihe bridge, there is a labyrinth like forest. Ning Xiaoling easily passed the forest with guidance. After the forest, there is a huge relic. This relic is even more complete than the hall of medicine king. But its style is different from that of Fengdu“ White snake temple Ning Xiaoling read out the huge words on the White Palace. She didn't move on. Because the broken blade suddenly sent out alternating red light - that is a sign of danger. Ning Xiaoling looks at the remnant site of the white snake temple and hesitates. Suddenly, the door of the temple opens, and a disciple with blood on his body staggers out of it. His face is in a state of shock. He just goes out of the door of the hall. He sees Ning Xiaoling and waves to her“ Come on... Help Holding a broken sword, the disciple called to Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling quickly walked over and asked, "what's the matter?"“ Inside... Inside, cough. " The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said: "there is a white snake alive inside, and there are younger martial brothers and younger martial sisters inside... Younger martial sister, you come just in time, that white snake has been forced to a desperate situation by us, they confront each other inside, I am the most injured, so I come out to find help first..." Ning Xiaoling frowned and said: "white snake?"“ Yes, a black feathered and white scaled feather snake is alive. It's said that it's the descendant of the feather snake god variety. It's very powerful... Fortunately, elder martial brother Minglang came in time and saved the day. " "The man said:" younger martial sister, your realm should be not vulgar, we go back together, cut the white snake Ning Xiaoling looked at her black blade. Because of the presence of an outsider, the black blade did not shine. She looked at the deep white snake hall and looked at the disciple with distrust: "you go first." In order to dispel her doubts, the disciple turned and walked back to the temple. Ning Xiaoling just followed in. Deep in the hall, a white plumed snake is lying on the ground, with scales and flesh blurred, dying（ Thank you for your support and encouragement!)