Beyond the Divine States

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia

Simang looked back, looking at the stunned Taoist couple standing there, and said with a smile, "what's the matter? When you come to our clan, don't you see the Lord? "

Ning Changjiu, who comes from both wind and snow, looks at simang Qingyan's face and is silent for a while. He asks, "when did you take office? What about the original patriarch? "

"The original clan mainly worships the spirit of Manchu clan in order to become the kingdom of the underworld. Virtue does not match the throne. It should not be in charge of the Jiuyou hall." Si Ming is quiet.

Ning Changchang asked: "what about the elder of the clan? Can the older generation convince you? Or do you... "

Simang said faintly: "how can I do that killing zongmen? Don't judge the goddess with ordinary heart. "

Lu said suspiciously, "then why... Is it so quiet?"

Simang said: "before I came here, the elder martial uncle of Jiuyou hall and several surrounding halls had been killed by the underworld. Their bodies were broken and their power was taken away, and they became the nourishment of the underworld. The underworld is like a glutton. If you don't have enough, you won't stop. "

Ning Changjiu asked, "what about Xiaoling?"

"Ning Xiaoling..." simang's figure stopped slightly. She gathered her smile and sighed softly: "come with me."

The ancient lingzong's array is still there. It is not like the snowstorm outside. It has several peaks. In the evening sun, there are green and yellow grass everywhere. At dusk, the sky and the earth are empty and lonely. There is no grass on the mountain near the Jiuyou hall. On the cliff, the rich aura hangs high and flows down into liquid water.

The haze between the peaks of heaven and earth is like a fog.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Qijia discussed many possible things along the way.

However, when they really arrived and looked far away from the cliff, they found that the Shenzong was so open and quiet.

"This is the pulse of the imperial spirit." Siming said: "there are ten veins in ancient lingzong, one of which is a peak. As far as I know, Ning Xiaoling was practicing in this imperial spirit vein at the beginning. "

"At the beginning?" I'd rather be shocked for a long time.

Siming nodded her head and waved her hand. The dusk fog on the Xiansuo suspension bridge was like a curtain, and the sea of clouds under the mountain was rolling. Now she was dyed by the dusk and looked like a fishy abyss.

Simang said straightforwardly, "Ning Xiaoling has conquered the underworld."

Rather long and Lu married eyes light, in the heart of the ominous premonition and ideas are now implemented.

Simang stood on the suspension bridge and said, "it's almost a month since Ning Xiaoling fell into the underworld. If he really wants to die, it's a foregone conclusion. It's no use being anxious."

Ning Changjiu said softly.

Simang said: "I've sorted out all the files about the underworld. It's in the Jiuyou hall. If you are interested, you can come with me."

Ning Changjiu said, "just tell me the conclusion."

Simang said, "are you not afraid that I will deliberately harm you?"

Lu Jia said, "if my sister wants to harm us, why do you have to save us so many times along the way? The first time I saw you wake up, I knew that my sister was kind-hearted. "

Siming Meimu was quiet. She pointed out her finger and gently poked Lu's forehead. She said, "when you need me, you'll be my elder sister. When you don't need me, you'll be my mother? When I first met you, I thought you were a kind and silly girl. I didn't expect you to learn so badly now. "

"I've always admired my sister." Lu Jia's eyes flashed and her words were sincere. She said, "my sister has saved Xiaoling's life. I think she is also very popular with Xiaoling?"

Simang thought that if I hadn't been bullied by you before, I would have believed your poor appearance.

But Lu's sister is still very useful

She said coldly, "come with the Lord."

……

They didn't go to the Jiuyou hall, but to the wooden hall of the imperial spirit.

"This is where young people used to study." Simang led them to a wooden table, pointed out the character "Ning" carved on the table, and said, "these are her books, and this is her notes. The handwriting on the back is very scribbled. It's not like someone wrote it."

Ning Changjiu asked, "what did you bring me here for?"

Simang said: "don't worry, I know you are eager to save people, but if you don't know your younger martial sister, how can you get her soul out of the underworld?"

Ning Changjiu said, "I know Xiaoling."

"Is it?" Siming said with a smile, "how long have you known each other?"

Ning long silence for a long time, slowly opening: "six months."

Siming asked again, "how long have you been apart?"

Ning Changchang said, "two years and eight months."

Siming no longer asked questions, everything was silent.

Looking at the tender handwriting on the books, Lu can't help thinking of the shadow of Ning Xiaoling's white skirt. During the two years of waiting by the South wilderness abyss, Xiao Ling often came to see him. She often tells her stories about the four peaks. Every day, she tells herself how many buildings have been built in the peak and which one is being built recently

Later, all the buildings were repaired, and young people's words were less and less. The face was still childish, but it seemed that they had hidden their worries.

She never asked, and she never took the initiative to talk about it.

Mrs. Bai's power has always been in Xiaoling's body... Does Xiaoling know this?

Lu Jia felt guilty in her heart.

Ning Changjiu sat down on Ning Xiaoling's seat and closed his eyes.

Siming said: "I have sent the people who are in the vein of the imperial spirit to Taifeng. Now it's very quiet here. It's suitable to think about it. When did you figure it out? When did you come to Jiuyou hall to find me?"

Rather long nod.

Lu Qijia also along the legs, stroked her skirt and sat down in the chair.

But simang grabbed her wrist and said, "come out, too."

"Why?" Lu Jia asked softly.

Simang said: "although you have the body of a magic weapon, you don't have real power. Even if you cultivate to five ways, you will die in the underworld. Don't be dangerous, let alone stupid."

Lu Jiajia believed her words. She nodded her head gently, folded her hands on the wooden table, pursed her lips and drooped her head, and said in a low voice, "then I'll... Sit for a while."

Simang didn't force him to turn around and push the door.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia are sitting in the empty wooden hall with yellow light all over their sleeves. They are like classmates sitting next to each other. They close their eyes and keep a secret in their hearts.

Rather long mind a little bit sink.

His spirit unfolded slowly in the sea of knowledge.

The whole wooden hall is clearly reflected in the spiritual world.

After the experience of Luo Shu, his understanding of spiritual power has entered a new level. Spirit is like the other eyes of human beings. It can see the real world and even see itself in this world.

Ning felt the residual breath in the wooden hall for a long time.

Six months ago, Ning Xiaoling arrived at zongmen. She was assigned to Muling Yimai and sat in the seat by the window. She has always been staring at the desk, no matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, it can't be more than Mr. Ling's lecture.

Her hand was laid on the wooden table like this, and the notebook was pressed under her left wrist. She has a pen in her right hand.

Today, the books on her left are piled high, as if to cover something.

She... Opened the notebook, came to the first page and began to draw

Ning's long-term spirit opened the book and his eyes fell on the first page.

Although she couldn't recognize it, she must have painted it herself.

He turned back.

Notes and diaries are interspersed with each other. In some places, the handwriting is neat and elegant, while in some places, they are messy, as if they were deliberately not recognized. He could only reluctantly recognize some of those words.

He turned to the back and stopped.

The following are all some questions and answers about the sword technique of Yujian Tianzong and lingzong Lingshu.

These two techniques are like jigsaw puzzles.

Ning long felt the edge of their fit, but also gradually absorbed.

He seemed to be a girl sitting here, looking at the notes and pondering.

Ning long thought for a while, just at the beginning of some clue, behind the chaotic and ugly words will be involved in the sea of knowledge.

At the back of the word, there is also half of the iconic cat's footprints.

Cat? Ning Changchang was a little surprised. He thought that the ancient lingzong was so big that it would be no surprise if there was a big cat demon living in seclusion.

If it's really a big cat demon, I think it's a kind and lovely cat. After all, the elves in this world are not all as fierce as king fish.

Notes slowly turned over, Ning Xiaoling's mind like water also flowed in his sea of knowledge.

The evening sun was always shining on his side face.

Ning long closed the note, knew the sea for the eye, looked around slowly.

In the spiritual world, the remnants of the disciples around are condensed into a complete image, and the sea of knowledge simulates their usual appearance. They come and go through and talk, and there is no loneliness around them.

At the end of the wooden hall, there is a separate table. The table looks very abrupt, with cat hair scattered on it, and the smell of demons... Well, I'm familiar with it.

Do cats have to go to class with their disciples?

Ning long vision turned to come over, he looked to the body side.

On the side of her body, a young girl in a rare apricot silk skirt sat on her elbow, looking at Ning Xiaoling, who was writing seriously, and whispered. Ning Xiaoling responded from time to time, smiling occasionally on her pretty little face.

She should be a young friend.

The clues in the wooden hall are pulled out little by little. When Ning long looks at the scene, his spirit gradually peels away from the surface and goes to the depth. He looks at Ning Xiaoling sitting here from a new angle.

They were united forever.

After a long time, in the constant dusk day and night, Ning long finally opened his eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she was still sitting by her side, looking at herself tenderly.

There were only two people in the wooden hall. They looked at each other quietly, and no one moved their eyes.

"All right?" Asked Lu.

"All right." I'd rather say it for a long time.

Then they came to Ning Xiaoling's house.

The structure of the room is very familiar, which is similar to that of Yujian Tianzong.

Ning long-term perception of her daily life to come and go, residual fragments slowly in the mind to piece together complete, outlines the two years, Ning Xiaoling appearance.

"Let's go. It's time to take Xiaoling home." Ning long turned back and walked out of the door.

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In the Jiuyou hall, Siming sits in front of the underworld. In front of her is a dark case. Beside the case lies an ancient ox with an hourglass.

When Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia came, Siming was pouring tea.

She knelt down on the bamboo mat, her bare slender legs resting behind her hips.

"Ready?" The commander of the water into the cup and spoke softly.

Ning long way: "good."

Siming poured the tea, put his sleeves to his knees, and slowly opened his mouth: "the underworld is the site of King Ming, and the bottom is also a spiritual world, but it's different from the Luo library. After the death of King Ming, there will be purgatory. All the creatures who fall into Purgatory will suffer endless calamities and sufferings. Those who have a little bad will will be lost there forever. "

Ning long listened quietly, and he asked, "what should I do?"

Siming made a sign for him to sit down opposite him.

Ning took a seat for a long time and took a sip of tea.

Simang said: "the process is not difficult, you need to bear the power of the king of hell, and then go to the depths of hell to wake her up from purgatory."

"The power of King Ming?" Ning Changchang was slightly stunned. He took out the Youming fairy scroll from his arms and unfolded it gently.

Siming said, "there is only one copy of this scroll, and you are the only one who enters the hell hall."

Ning long said.

Siming stroked the fox fur on her neck and said with a smile, "of course, you have to be prepared. Now that a month has passed, your younger martial sister may have been engulfed by the underworld, turned into a ghost, or lost in purgatory, turned into a solitary soul, and never returned to her body. In a word, if you really can't do it, don't force it. Otherwise, if you can't come back, you will misunderstand that I did you harm. "

Ning long look quiet, he drank the good tea, said: "don't worry, I have propriety."

Siming pressed and held the mechanism on the wall, and the mechanism of precision machinery progressed layer by layer. The gate of the underworld is open, and the light curtain is rippling.

Ning long involuntarily thought of the time when he came to duanjie city.

He put the ghost into his mouth, stretched out his hand, touched the light curtain, and then fell in.

Looking at Ning Changjiu's disappearance, Lu Jiajia is silent and kneels down beside the case, wringing her hands.

Siming looked at her and said with a smile, "it's a coincidence that I've read the secret history of the sect. More than 400 years ago, the leader of the ancient lingzong and the leader of the Yujian Tianzong were a couple of Taoists. I didn't expect that after more than 400 years..."

Lu Jia raised her head, eyes slightly resentful.

Simang poured tea for her and said with a faint smile, "pray that your husband can come back safely, or history will reappear."

Lu married a teacup, tasteless drink, worried.

"Worried?" Asked simang.

Lu Jia nodded and said, "how can we not worry?"

Siming's words seemed to prophesy: "don't worry, even if he will die, he will not die here now."

Lu Qijia thought of the 28 years old he told himself.

His previous life ended at the age of 28. Outside the city of duanjie, Yechu also said that he could only live to 28. There is a devastating catastrophe beyond the cone of his destiny.

Although there are still many years to go before that day. But the time of a monk always comes in a flash.

She put down her cup and said, "thank you, sister."

Siming said with a smile, "call me Lord."

Lu Jiajia looks at simang Qingyan's face and thinks that he has lived for thousands of years, but he doesn't realize that after thousands of years, simang has finally changed from a cold and heartless God to a vivid and moving creature.

"I see, Lord." Now that she has no husband to rely on, she is very docile.

Siming opened the lid of the teapot, took out a pool of water with Lingli, and then used water as a pen to draw on the table.

At first, Lu thought that what she drew was a chessboard, because she drew a square rectangle, and then dotted it at the four corners.

Then, Siming drew dots on the rest of the place.

"This is middle earth?" Lu Jia understood.

Where the four seats are, there are the four fairy towers in the Middle Earth.

"Well." Siming's jade pointed to luoshulou in the southwest, and then drew a straight line to the right along luoshulou: "along this line, there are dianhuan sect, Guling sect and xuanhai mansion. Isn't it strange that they are in a line? "

"Why?" Lu asked.

Simang said: "I found this recently. I found that the location of some large buildings or ancestral gates seems to follow the law of some kind of figure. Um... It's very square. I don't know the specific reason. After all, China and Turkey are very different from what I first saw in those years. "

"The difference? What's the difference? " Lu's wife was puzzled.

"Well." Siming said, "it seems that there is a kind of change in the world, not only in China, but also in China."

Lu Jia said: "the fall of the six gods in the early Taichu period is less than 4000 years. In such a short period of time, the rise and fall of the six gods have gone through countless times, and there are always many secrets buried underground."

"Maybe." Si Ming answered.

Lu Jia thought of something and asked, "by the way, what happened in the city when the boundary was broken?"

Siming said with a smile: "what? Your husband is not here, and you want to expose him? "

Lu Jiajia shook her head and said, "no, I want to know what happened to duanjie city in those years. What about headless gods?"

Simang said: "my sister also began to care about these?"

Lu said: "we have to face it."

Siming thought about it and said, "that's right."

Then she wiped the water off the case with her hand and said, "it's easy to say that 700 years ago, my Lord God was beheaded. The collapse of the kingdom of God took a long time. Five hundred years ago, Yechu and I were demoted to duanjie city under the kingdom of God and wandered until this year. "

"Lord..." even if she had heard about it, she still felt terrible.

Simang said: "well, it's one of the twelve, but since it happened, it's an unknowable secret, even my memory has been covered... Not to mention me, even the other gods don't know about it. Alas, who killed the headless God and how she did it? This is what I want to know most in my life. "

The kingdom of God is the peak of power. Apart from the illusory way of heaven, what power can surpass the kingdom of God?

Simang could not think of an answer in any case.

"What was the saint five hundred years ago?" she asked? At that time, didn't a God fall? "

"Well, it's not alone with headless God. The fall of this monarch is an open secret in the high level of the kingdom of God. Unfortunately, at that time, my kingdom of God had already been destroyed... "Simang sighed," but I guess it in the records of Luoshu. "

Lu Jia looks at her curiously.

Siming said with a smile: "I know what you are curious about. After going through the luoshulou, you should know that the last year of the war was the year of thunder prison. That's why it's only possible that the monarch who fell 500 years ago is Lei Lao. "

Lu Jia nodded gently.

Simang said: "but if I guess correctly, Lei Lao is still alive. There is another God who died. "

"Why?" Lu Jiajia was puzzled: "the battle between the sage and Lei Lao is the first and the last one. If a God had died before, who killed him? Or is ray the scapegoat? Or the way of heaven... "

"Shh." Simang made a silent gesture and said: "don't talk about the sky. The way of heaven is not really illusory. It has eyes and a substitute for punishment."

Lu married the first light, did not continue to say.

Simang said: "as for the Lord... When Ning comes back for a long time, I will tell you my conjecture."

……

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When Ning long falls into the darkness, in the sea of knowledge, Jin Wu wakes up and hisses.

The golden crow symbolizes the light of the sun. It is a sparrow in the sun. The underworld refers to the invisible darkness.

Jinwu is the natural enemy of the origin struggle.

Ning didn't suppress Jinwu for a long time. After he fell into the dark, Jinwu flew out. Where it passed, it was full of continuous golden shadows. These shadows are like the golden fireflies in the darkness, which nibble and devour the darkness and turn it into the light of origin.

Previously in the ear shrieking ghosts have in Jinwu's gold fire to avoid the open figure.

He's like a golden meteor cutting through the underworld.

He crossed the dark sea of eternal night and came to the temple of the underworld.

In the hall of hell where the gravel is suspended, the phosphorous fire is a candle.

Jinwu continuous figure is like a knife, in the dark cut a huge wound... The wound is slowly closing behind.

Ning long looked at the debris floating in the underworld, his heart thump for a while, hesitated for a while, then walked into the hall.

After many years of separation, the young silkworm spits out a thin silver thread and connects them gently.

He knew that Ning Xiaoling was ahead.

His pace is a little slow.

It's not a fear of home, it's a fear of life and death.

He went into the hell hall and looked ahead.

The pace stopped completely. In the dark hall, the girl, wearing a simple white skirt, sits upright on the stone steps, with a dark red sword lying on her knees. She sits upright as if listening to a lecture in the hall. Her face is still pretty, but most of her childishness has faded, replaced by a girl's elegance and beauty. She sat quietly without opening her eyes. She didn't know that an old friend was coming. But Ning long knew that she was waiting for herself when she sat here. The waiting has been thousands of days and months. Ning long walked to her body, bent down, gently hugged her soft body into her arms, and then hugged her like a little daughter. Her soul has been out of her body for too long, and her body has lost its temperature. Ning long took her to the throne. He pulled the beautiful corpse of the dragon mother from the throne and threw it to the bottom of the steps. Then he carefully wiped the throne, held the girl's petite body and placed her in the huge seat. He looked softly at the maiden in the netherworld throne. Ning Xiaoling sits upright among them, the young gentleman that seems to lie asleep, can wake up at any time.