Beyond the Divine States

Winter, just after new year's Eve, the sky fireworks and night has been replaced by the dawn, only the wind and snow blowing endlessly.

Ning long alone across the clouds.

He stood on the sword, the wind roaring in his ears. His eyes through the vast wind and snow bird's-eye view of the earth, the whole world is like a white scroll on the embellishment, spread to the boundless distance.

The ancient lingzong has long been away from him.

Last night's drunkenness was still in his mind, which made him dizzy. The cold wind washed his eyebrows and eyes, and brought him a little bit of soberness. He recalled last night's events, but he just raised his lips and laughed at himself with a sentence "it's really nonsense.".

Last night, they tied Siming together in the room and bullied her. They forced her to say something shameful. After admitting their mistakes, they made up their minds again. They drank and chatted around the fire together. Lu Jiajia was the worst drinker, and soon became dizzy. They forced Ning Changjiu to fight with Siming.

They are people who seldom drink.

Although Siming has a good amount of wine, she doesn't like drinking. She thinks that wine is a bad stimulus and a common person's worry free thing. It's not worth drinking. The reason why Ning didn't like to drink for a long time is simpler, because the second elder martial brother was always drinking and was scolded by the elder martial sister.

So he and Siming seem to be fighting for wine, but in fact they are secretly trying to dump the wine without leaving any trace. As they poured wine, they talked and drank. After dozens of rounds, they were very thirsty and their lips were slightly cracked. But until the jar reached the bottom, neither of them took a sip.

This is another kind of anger.

Lu Jiajia, who drank with them, drank foolishly. She couldn't understand why they drank so much, but she didn't want to lose face and hold on. In the end, with no consciousness, he leaned over Ning Long's ears and said something vaguely. Then he leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep.

Ning Changjiu took Lu Qijia to bed and settled down to rest. Then, in the name of cleaning up and closing the window, he flicked the tight beads, which were close between the sleeves and condensed into many drinks, out of the window.

Simang used time and power to cover up the hidden wine.

The wine was foggy in the room.

They sat down tacitly and talked about the past and future plans. As a divine official, simang had a wide range of knowledge. She talked about the secrets of the ancient times through drinking, but most of those things were not traceable.

"Do you really want to go alone tomorrow?" Near dawn, Siming asked.

Ning long nodded: "yes."

Simang said, "can you tell me why?"

Ning Changjiu said, "it's a secret."

Siming said with a smile: "I guess it has something to do with your school."

Ning long thought about it and said, "maybe so."

Simang said: "your school has not contacted you for so many years. Did you forget you?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "I won't forget it."

Simang thought about it and said, "yes, with your talent level, it's a first-class existence anywhere in the world. I even think that if you are given a hundred years, even the swordsman may not be your opponent. If you go back to your school one day and find yourself the strongest in your school, it will be very interesting."

Ning Changjiu smiles. He knows that simang is wrong. Siming thought that his Taoism was just a powerful secluded sect, but Ning didn't know for a long time where it was hidden in the world. And where was the barren place where his soul had been imprisoned for a long time after the master killed himself?

He thought about all these things for a long time.

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "I don't have to be more powerful than the school, just more powerful than you."

Simang's face became gloomy.

"Then you are delusional." Simang said coldly, "I will always be a God again. At that time, nuwen is just a joke to me. Unless you can be the Lord of God, you will never defeat me."

Ning long smiles and shakes his head.

Siming looked at his self mocking smile, and her face softened. She raised her glass, shook the wine in it, and said, "I know what you're thinking. There's a broken Kingdom hidden in your gold, right? Oh, but do you know that it is more difficult to repair a country than to build one, not to mention that the real sunlight has already been covered. "

Ning Changjiu confidently said, "you don't need sunlight to beat you."

Simang always felt that he had something to say in his words. He replied faintly: "you are the same as Lu's, and your mouth is hard."

Ning Changchang said, "you are not allowed to bully me after I leave."

Siming said with a smile, "I will treat you well."

……

The memory fragments of last night have been a little vague. Near the morning, Ning Changjiu married and slept for a while. After waking up, he told Siming some words. Then he went to the small black room to meet Wei qubaba's younger age and explained some matters about collecting power. After that, he went out to the direction of tianbang.

Ning didn't use the spirit power to protect his body for a long time. He let the cold wind sweep his face and pour it into the snow-white robe to take away his temperature and freeze his body like a piece of ice.

He closed his eyes. Since the beginning of the sea state, many accumulated Enlightenment has condensed over the sea of knowledge, turned into ice crystals, and turned into a blizzard in the sea of knowledge.

The coldness of the body startles the Jinwu in Zifu. It cries and flutters its wings, flying over the sea of knowledge, melting the fragments of memory.

Knowing the sea, the snow turns into rain. In the rain, the swords of Qiu Ziguan and Li he change, fade away and melt into their own use.

This process will be called "Enlightenment" by ordinary practitioners.

But what Ning relies on for a long time is not enlightenment, but "refining". He takes all the experience, moves, and fragments of influence left in the sea of knowledge one by one as the real existence, takes the powerful spiritual power as the flame, supplemented by the divinity of Jinwu, and uses the sea of knowledge as the furnace to incorporate and refine them for his own use.

Sword over a thousand li, the feeling of the sea when playing chess melt.

Two thousand li sword, Luo shulou outside the interception of the feeling melt.

Three thousand li sword, Luo book of the five great monks residual sentiment melting

Ningchang's Lingtai is more and more clear.

The temperature slowly returned to the body.

He opened his eyes, and the golden light in them faded away.

These rare insights are rare treasures for ordinary monks, but they can only be regarded as icing on the cake for him. At most, they can help him to add another half floor realm.

What's more, no matter how wonderful the feeling is, it's only feeling. If you want to really integrate it into the body, you still need thousands of combat experience.

I've been quiet for a long time.

He knew it would take a long time to get to tianbang.

Now calm down, he suddenly remembered that his life seemed to be less than nine years.

……

Before Yechu breaks his destiny, Ning Changjiu doesn't believe in fate.

In his cognition, fate is just the integration of countless choices. The so-called immortal is superior and controls people's destiny, which is just forcing people to make choices again and again, seemingly occasionally but actually inevitable. But immortals are also human beings. The fate of such manipulation is still human life, which can be forcibly reversed and changed.

But destiny is invisible.

There are countless forks in life. No matter how absurd and bizarre you choose, you may fall into the pattern of destiny. What you see in the end is the same ending.

Fate is not controlled by choice, which is the most terrible thing.

Is the shackle of fate in oneself the "human life" left by the master or the "destiny" confined by some invisible thing?

Ning Changjiu had seldom thought about these problems. But in the middle of winter, when the sky and the earth are far away, the dull colors brush the face endlessly, and the mind can't help touching these.

"Master, are you looking at me?" Ning long raised his head and said to the sky.

……

……

Not quite.

Under the shadows of the gods, Buddhas and shuras, the towering High Pavilion Temple seems to be swept by the sky wind. Thousands of snow-white gauze curtains dance silently, which make the shadow in the veil more blurred.

The two largest statues of God and Buddha hold rules and moments, one measuring and comparing the world, the other weighing rivers and mountains, each representing the yardstick and balance, and the God is solemn.

The golden light and the candlelight melt into an untouchable optical flow, which flows onto a white yarn. The endless veil reflects the profile of a woman.

This figure is covered with light golden light. It's very beautiful. It's like a gauze curtain. The God exhausted all the possibilities with hundreds of millions of lines, and then wiped away the rest of the redundant lines, leaving only the most perfect one.

The woman seems to cross her knees on the lotus throne, only to see her hair in the shadow, but not her true face.

She quietly lowered her head and looked at the dense shadow in the pool beside her.

In the shadow, the boy in white stepped on the sword, raised his head and looked here. His eyes just met his own.

The woman is silent, her hand is gently raised, the sleeves are not controlled by external force, light floating, not falling at all.

"Why look at me, since it's not impressive?" The woman opened her mouth gently. Her voice was very weak. It was like a thousand year old wind blowing in a barren land. When she met with water, it turned into lotus, when she met with fire, it turned into ashes, between loneliness and ashes.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the woman no longer looked at him.

After a long time, the door of the main hall opened gently, and a man in red with a sword walked in slowly, and came to the curtain in front of the Golden Shadow.

"See you, master." The young master in red saluted.

He is the Third Elder martial brother of Taoist temple.

He is good at painting and sword, and the combination of the two is unparalleled in the world. But he, who has always been natural and unrestrained, is very nervous today.

He couldn't remember how long the master hadn't summoned him. He knew that there must be something big today.

Mr. San's etiquette is very stable and meticulous. He lowers his head and doesn't want to see the shadow of the curtain. He's afraid to take a look at it more. In the next few years, he doesn't want to draw.

The female master opened her mouth gently, and the immortal voice floated: "your younger martial brother has gone to tianbang."

The young master in red knew the whereabouts of the seventh younger martial brother from the mouth of the elder martial sister.

He didn't understand why he didn't come to Guanzhong after more than ten years of searching. However, since it was Shifu's idea, it was inconvenient for him to ask more.

"Tianbang?" The young master in red frowned slightly: "what are you doing there, younger martial brother?"

The observer said, "you don't need to care about this. Just wait for him."

"Wait for him? Where can I wait for my younger martial brother? " Asked the young man in red.

The master said, "in your building, you can go out to see him when necessary."

The young master in red frowned, his own building... But it was very far away from tianbang. How could younger martial brother come?

He didn't ask much. He saluted and said, "yes, master."

The master said, "let me see your sword."

The young master in red said, "I dare not make swords."

"It doesn't matter," he said in a low voice

The young master in red took the sword and gently pulled it out of the sheath.

What he drew out was not a sword, but a long white scroll.

Long roll like waves meandering, galloping river.

The Third Elder martial brother is a real young master of your family. He has a hair tied, a handsome and elegant face, red lips and white teeth. His clothes are like fire, and his sword drawing posture is like a well-dressed actor, gently shaking out his folding fan. Sword light out, with his sword action, this white scroll keeps spreading.

Where the scroll goes, there is color immediately.

The light of the sword passes over the platform, and the platform disappears and turns into a pattern on the long scroll of sword Qi. The light of the sword passes over the candlestick, and the candlestick disappears. The pea like candlelight beats on the long scroll of sword Qi and becomes a vivid picture.

This is a real painting.

There is no power to destroy the withered and decayed where the sword Qi passes, but everything disappears silently and enters his painting of sword Qi.

In the twinkling of an eye, the snow-white scroll around his body has turned into a picture full of lights.

The long dance around Mr. San's red dress makes him look like a woman.

"Yes." Women's view is open.

The master only asked him to accept the sword, but did not comment on the quality of the sword.

The Third Elder martial brother was slightly disappointed. He shook the sword away.

The gorgeous paintings are scattered like smoke and clouds, and everything turned into paintings in the scroll also returns to their original places.

His swordsmanship is the most incisive use of space power, but it is totally opposite to Zhang Qiyu's painting.

The Third Elder martial brother gave a salute and left the temple.

When the Third Elder martial brother left, the elder martial sister in a green dress walked in slowly.

"Yes, master." Elder martial sister saluted as usual.

The observer asked, "what's the outcome of the lotus book of heaven deduction, Shenyu?"

The elder sister said, "the lotus heavenly script has been deduced 37000 times, and the result is not good."

The master is silent.

Elder martial sister asked, "master, do you want to give up the hunting plan?"

Guan Zhu said: "the national hunting plan is the only feasible way at present."

The elder sister nodded her head and said, "I understand, but what we have to face is something that can't be killed."

But she also understood that if she didn't kill that thing, it would devour everything.

"The reason why the hunting country plan is feasible is that someone once approached it and left a wound on it," he said

Elder sister asked, "sage?"

The master nodded and said, "well. The saint is not really dead. "

The elder martial sister didn't ask any more. Instead, she asked, "where's the younger martial brother? He's not five years old now... It's only less than ten years. I'm afraid it's too late. Do you want me to pick him up directly? "

The master said, "no, I've asked the third and sixth to wait for him."

The elder sister asked, "the hunting plan?"

Guanzhu said, "the third national hunting plan, as usual."

……

……

Gulingzong, Jiuyou hall, throne.

Ning Xiaoling lies on the throne, nine fox tails flutter gently.

The blood sword tea is on the right side of her throne, and ten lights are burning around her.

The color of the flame in each lamp is different, just like the magic pupil in the shrine.

The position of the lanterns coincides with the array around the throne.

This is the array taught by Jiuyou. It is named "Jiuyou" array after her.

This is an array that Ning Changchang has worked hard these days. It simulates a small ten hall underworld. This small underworld gathers the most intensive power in the world. These powers will become the Lighthouse of darkness in the light world, attracting other dark powers to come here across the light.

Ning Xiaoling sat upright and wagged her tail, which was quite dignified.

On weekdays, Siming and Lu Jiajia would take turns to accompany her. When master came, she was happy. When simang left, she was always sick.

She only hopes that she can try her best to save the underworld, end all this as soon as possible, live in peace, and be a treasure in the hands of her elder martial brother and master.

Today, she is accompanied by Lu Jia.

Sitting on Lu's lap, Ning Xiaoling pulled a wooden box with her paws and boasted: "master, you see, this is the reward for Xiaoling Linggu to win the first prize. I tried to find it myself. Isn't it very powerful. Well, I just had so much fun a few days ago that I forgot to show it to my elder martial brother. "

Lu Jia said: "if we meet for a long time, we will be very happy."

Ning Xiaoling said: "yes, I've made a plan. Which one will be given to elder martial brother, which one will be given to master, and which one will bribe elder sister Siming..."

Lu Jia smiles.

Ning Xiaoling said: "by the way, master, do you remember when you were guarding the edge of the abyss, I told master that if the elder martial brother came back, he would abduct another pair of sisters. You see, Xiaoling guesses right! "

Ning Xiaoling is still complacent about this, but Lu's smile has solidified, and a chestnut patters down.

Ning Xiaoling held her head in her claws and looked at her wrongly. She said, "master, didn't you say that as long as the elder martial brother can come back safely, it doesn't matter if there are two, even if there are ten hundred?"

Lu said faintly: "at that time, I said that because he didn't come back. Now he is back. Of course, it's different."

Ning Xiaoling said weakly, "master is really wise."

Ning Xiaoling asked again: "the elder martial brother is going to tianbang. If he turns to a younger sister, master..."

The little fox stopped talking.

She looked up and saw that Lu was staring at her with a bad look.

"Master, I'm wrong!" Ning Xiaoling immediately stretched out her claws and covered her mouth, then wrapped her body with nine big tails.

But Lu Jia smiles and reaches out her hand.

The strange cry of Ning Xiaoling sounded again in the Jiuyou hall.

When Lu left, Ning Xiaoling lay on the throne. She raised her head and looked at the power that floated in all directions. It was like a courtier meeting a monarch. Some of them had no face to see them.

She missed her elder martial brother even more.

Ning Xiaoling slowly supported herself. She looked at the left side of her throne, with small characters carved on it. According to the elder martial brother, this is the motto he wrote for her.

Looking at the motto on the left side of the throne, Ning Xiaoling read it out quietly.

"There are nine cangs at the top and nine springs at the bottom. All the ministers of the underworld are my own

Alas, I'm so short of words. Do you think you write very well, elder martial brother?

Such words, even if they become the king of the underworld, I'm afraid they can't read them, right?

……

……

It was a month after Ning long came to tianbang.

The snow has just stopped.

Tianbang stands in the middle of the Middle Earth. It is made up of countless towers. At a glance, all kinds of tall buildings stand on the ground, just like a jagged valley of strange rocks. In the middle of the valley composed of this high-rise building, a towering and majestic building goes straight up to the sky. The four walls of the ancient building are resplendent and resplendent with brilliant words flowing, while the doors and windows between them are pure and deep black. At a glance, they look like innumerable dark holes.

Many people live in this tower.

They are all servants of heaven.

Tianbang, like Luoshu, is almost a spiritual object coming from outside. It has never been moved here. It's like a born wise man, sometimes giving out some mysterious predictions. People in each group of tianbang are responsible for interpreting the omens given by tianbang. These omens carry certain laws. They either symbolize disaster, or opportunity, or convey some unknown information.

Today, scholars in tianbang are particularly busy.

Because tianbang is about to announce the ten most powerful people in China.

Every year after the list is published, there will always be some trouble.

Fortunately, the one who is now in tianbang is a disciple of Shengge, Xiao Qiu, who once refined the pill of biting the sky and destroying the world. After losing to Zhan Si, the eighth disciple of the sword Pavilion, he went to a higher level, vaguely crossing the eighth floor of the purple court to the ninth floor. Some people even think that if Zhan Si faced Xiao Qiu, he might be defeated by Xiao Qiu.

With him in tianbang, I think there are no young people who dare to play in tianbang. It saves a lot of trouble.

Xiao Qiu felt the same way.

He came at the order of his teacher. He originally thought that it was a glorious and boring thing to be in tianbang, until he met the sword Pavilion disciples.

He regarded the battle with Zhan Si as his glory, and deduced it in his mind for tens of thousands of times. He found many possible ways to solve it. He thought that he would improve his shooting skills in the future, and fight with the disciples of the sword Pavilion again, so as to rectify the name of the sect.

But those of the same age who can compete with him are only the disciples of the sword Pavilion.

Xiao Qiu was sitting in the war room of tianbang, looking down and thinking, with his gun standing on one side.

It's half a month since he left banghuizong. This should be a quiet half month... It's a pity that I can't see the ranking of ten people in the world at the first time, and I don't know if my Lord can still sit in the sixth place.

Xiao Qiu opened his eyes after meditating as usual. He got up and walked out of the room and came out slowly.

He stood on the roof of tianbang building and looked far away. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something. In the air in the distance, there seems to be a violent and suppressed vibration. This kind of vibration is caused by the sword gas breaking through the air. Xiao Qiu frowned slightly... He saw a black spot in the sky. The black spot fell in the city and moved slowly towards it. As he approached, Xiao Qiu saw that it was a boy in white. Good looking, swordsmanship... It should be OK. It's a pity that he didn't come to tianbang. In addition to tianbang, there are many kinds of Xiaobang, each in charge of one side. Many smaller clans often fight for those lists. When the boy in white entered the city, many people noticed him. It's rare to get a new comer. The people in the list are busy and still have to make a bet on the floor where he will go. People's eyes fell on him, and he walked up the stairs slowly. He never stopped（ Thanks to the helmsman who was praised by the book friend Qian Kun Wan Yu! Thank you for your name, great Xia! Thank you for your support and encouragement