Beyond the Divine States

It was a pair of light, very light eyes.

It's like the fog hanging at both ends of the waterfall, and it's like the starry fire floating in the middle of winter.

He looked sideways and frowned at the crazy corpse and the faint girl.

Then he stretched out his finger and, somewhat uncertainly, pointed towards the fierce corpse.

The candle died out and there was silence.

A moment later, the boy stood up, looked at the broken meat on the ground, covered the coffin and said: "it's really weak."

Then he looked at the girl who was dying. He frowned and the previous scenes appeared. He only felt some pain in his head, as if he was looking at a difficult problem. Then he raised his index finger and fell to her eyebrows.

That finger is still bloody and dirty, but it doesn't tremble.

……

The autumn wind slowly comes, the moon rises in the East, the silver glow blows the mountain and shines on the hillock, and the towering palace buildings are covered with snow and frost.

When he came to the gate of the temple, the people outside had already fled.

He looked at his hand, his brow slightly locked, his lips trembling and murmuring

"Rather... For a long time?"

Is there a person with the same name in the world?

Or... Is that my name?

He picked up the copper coin on the threshold, gently pinched it, and looked through the hollow of the coin.

Autumn leaves shake shadow, the moon across the night fog, a whirling.

In the bright moon, he seems to see an ethereal Taoist temple. Many pieces of memory are slowly mixed into his mind, but they can't be completely pieced together for a moment.

"Who am I?"

He stands still, the night wind blows the Taoist robe, like a bird flapping its wings, lingering in the night wind.

……

It was three days after Ning Xiaoling woke up.

After the exorcism, Ning kuaishui died suddenly. At dawn the next day, song Biancai dared to bring people to collect the corpse. He was shocked to find that the old Taoist had become a pile of rotten meat and bones, but his two disciples seemed to be alive.

After all, he arranged for them to be sent back to the deserted yard.

At the moment, the soup was boiling on the small stove, and the strong smell of the medicine was bubbling with a lot of white fog.

When Ning Xiaoling opened his eyes, he just saw Ning Changjiu pick up the stove cover and stare at the boiling medicine inside, frowning.

Ning Xiaoling looked around, with a red lacquer wooden bed, a curtain half hanging, and red lanterns hanging between the ancient shelves.

"This is..."

She wanted to support herself, but she felt that her hands and feet were limp, and she couldn't make any effort at all. It was more like thousands of ants were biting her head. When she thought about it, she felt a headache.

Wrapped in the quilt, she curled up tighter, as if recalling some scene. Her pupils shrank, her body trembled, and her cold hands and feet were warm.

She carefully raised her head, smelling the strong smell of medicine, more and more feel not cut are not true.

"Where's master?" She asked softly.

Ning long said simply: "dead."

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, and the evil spirits and heartrending howls that poured into her body were still in her ears. She was so excited that she suddenly opened her eyes and tried to calm down: "how can we survive?"

Ning Changjiu said, "maybe it's good luck."

Ning Xiaoling naturally didn't believe this, but she didn't ask. She always felt that elder martial brother was strange

Ning long put the palm fan aside, poured the medicine into the bowl and handed it over: "OK, drink the medicine."

After drinking the medicine, Ning Xiaoling's body was slightly warm, and finally she had some strength. She recalled Ning Changjiu's method of pouring medicine, and always felt that something was wrong.

"What kind of medicine is this?" She asked casually.

Ning Changchang said: "Song side sent, I have seen, no problem, is the town of cold warm-up, moisture Zifu things."

Ning Xiaoling put the empty medicine bowl on the wooden cabinet next to her. She hid her hands back from the quilt, and her petite body shrank into a ball, like a little fox.

"Elder martial brother... Thank you." She whispered.

Ning long asked: "thank me for what?"

Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously: "at that time, you stood in front of me. I remember that I treat you like that in ordinary days. You really... Don't hate me."

Ning Changjiu said: "in fact... I seem to forget a lot of things and think of a lot of things."

Ning Xiaoling was stunned and asked, "what do you think of?"

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, and his voice was like the wind sinking into the bottom of the valley: "I think of master killing me."

Ning Xiaoling frowned slightly. The scene of that night was like a nightmare in her memory. At that time, Ning Qinshui used the so-called "talisman" to ask them to replace the dead. I don't know what happened later, but they both survived.

How can the elder martial brother forget such an unforgettable memory? Is it a fluke that he still has the feeling of master and apprentice for Ning Zhuoshui?

How can there be such a fool?

Ning long did not continue to say, he shook his head, said: "Hello, I go out for a walk."

Ning Xiaoling bowed her head and let out a sound. The door of the house is wide open, and the cool wind blows. Soon, an autumn rain falls on the courtyard. Ning long moved a chair, sat under the eaves, looking at the autumn rain, the rain in his eyes is countless hanging from the sky, silver line. He suddenly raised his hand and remained at a certain height, motionless. I don't know how long it took. Ning Xiaoling, wearing a white single dress, just saw this scene when she rolled out the curtain. She was slightly shocked in her heart, and the cat walked back to the room silently. The next two days were especially peaceful. Song ordered people to take medicine and food everyday. When they were well, he gave them a sum of money and sent them out of the imperial city. Ning Changchang seems to have no injury, but Ning Xiaoling is not as simple as breaking her bones and muscles. Her meridians are all cracked. If she had not practiced secretly and had aura to protect her, she would not be able to walk at the moment. The Zifu, which she relied on, was almost destroyed that night, and it would take a long time to recover. At night, Ning Xiaoling, as always, lay on the bed. Ning Changjiu carefully applied the medicine for her shoulder and back. Rather long sitting on the edge of the bed, cleaning up the plaster. Ning Xiaoling suddenly said, "after you are well hurt, let's divide all the money that Shifu has hidden. It's not easy for elder martial brother to take care of me. I should take more." Ning Changchang said, "take all of them. I don't need them." Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips, and suddenly rubbed her temple: "my head hurts a little, I can't remember where to put it." Ning Changchang said: "a stroke under the compass, a stroke after the stove, a stroke on the fifth beam from left to right, a stroke in the dark grid under the bed." The oil lamp was rocking the fireworks, the girl lowered her head, her forehead covered her eyebrows, and she rubbed her arms with no expression. Silence in pairs. Ning Xiaoling is the first to break the calm: "blame me, I know that the old man's heart is wrong, or so careless, I should check that talisman." Ning long nodded, said: "the most difficult dike, always behind the knife." Ning Xiaoling turned his head, opened his watery eyes and asked, "elder martial brother will never harm me, will he?" Ning long a Zheng, natural way: "of course not." Ning Xiaoling nodded gently, as if to comfort herself: "well, elder martial brother will never blame me and hurt me... But..." Ning looked at her calmly for a long time, waiting for her to ask. Ning Xiaoling suddenly raised her head. Her pretty face was thin and pale now. The girl's eyes were flashing, alert and afraid. She opened her mouth and finally said the words frozen in her throat: "but... Who are you?" With a crackle, a flower of oil burst out at the edge of the sleeve.