Beyond the Divine States

In winter, it snows heavily.

Spring is far from here. Wanli mountain is covered with snow. In the cold winter season, the rocks that should have been rocky are all poured into snow-white jade.

In the command building, I'd rather sit alone in white for a long time and enjoy the scenery every day.

China is vast and vast. Even the 81 countries nearest to tianbang will not arrive until seven days. It is said that a little girl who played chess with herself at the Haiguo banquet that day came from there.

He didn't plan to stay in the building for a long time. A month later, he would go back to the ancient lingzong and work with simang to find out what was missing in the Ming emperor's power.

On these snowy days, he spent most of his time studying Liu junzhuo's sword.

This is the sword of the second disciple of the sword Pavilion. It is the top five sword in the whole China.

He held the handle of the sword and wanted to see if there were any other inscriptions on the body of the sword besides the word Kunlun.

But he found himself unable to pull out the sword.

Every inch when the sword comes out of its sheath, the meaning of the sword on the hand is a little heavy. This kind of heaviness transcends the body and mind, and is almost multiplied. He couldn't even pull out half of it, so he couldn't get in. He just felt that every bone was filled with thousands of Jin of lead, which made his bones creak and creak. There was also pain in his soul.

If he continues to pull out the sword, he will not pull out the sword. It was the Kunlun sword that pulled his soul out of his body.

Ning long but give up.

But even so, the sword meaning contained in the scabbard was still of great benefit to his cultivation. The sword is magnificent and majestic. When the edge of the sword reflects the snow, the light of the sword floats like a towering rainbow in Kunlun, which seems to be cut down with one sword. It is the momentum of opening mountains and driving the sea and breaking through the ocean.

Ning has long tried to refine these swords, but they are rebellious. If the sharp stones in the stream are to be washed away, it will take a very long time.

The sword of the sword Pavilion really deserves its reputation.

I'd rather not make any unnecessary attempts for a long time. I just lay the sword on my knee and use the sword spirit to refine my body and polish my soul, so as to make my own swordsmanship to a higher level.

His original intention of sword was more than exquisite, but not strong enough. It just complements this sword.

As for the silver crown... It's a good match for marriage.

Marry

Alas, I don't know what happened to Jiajia and Xiaoling now.

Rather long look up at the snow, eyes in the southeast direction, for a long time.

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It's snowing, too.

In the dark room, the colorful curtains with imps are hanging quietly. On the weapon rack, there are several semi sheathed swords. The sword body is like a mirror reflecting a little spark.

The spark comes from the auspicious beast copper stove burning in the middle. A pair of snow-white catkins are gently shaking on the stove, and the white wrists reflect the light color of Fei.

The woman is dressed in a white dress with proper cut, which perfectly outlines the curve of her body. She simply wears her hair like clouds, her face as pure as jade, and looks at the snow outside the window lattice.

It was Lu's marriage.

Before she was twenty-four years old, she liked to sit alone in the unlit room on a quiet afternoon, open her eyes in the dark, and look out the window at the beautiful scenery.

It was more than a month ago that Ning long left.

In a few days, the branches and leaves at the window will turn into delicate flowers and trees.

She bent her knees and pillowed her legs. She felt the temperature between her palms. The sword in her body flowed like her curve.

Today, there are fewer people in the sect. Most of the sects have handed over their authority and replaced it with the equivalent secret script.

In the next hundred years, the passing of these secret scripts may change the pattern of the ancient lingzong in charge of the netherworld alone, but simang doesn't care. Although she is the patriarch, she is more like a fatuous monarch who has no sense of belonging to the clan. She just wants to support her young crown prince.

Every day, the young prince interprets the meaning of the word "Fox pretends tiger's power" -- under the cover of the huge curtain of simang standing, he shakes nine flaming tails and shows a huge figure.

When the visitors left, Ning Xiaoling spread out the rolled up plush cushion with her small claws, then lay down on the cushion, closed her ears and took a rest with her tail in the middle.

Sometimes, when sister Siming was away, she would hide under the other eight big tails, gently pinch her tail with one claw, and cover her mouth with the other claw to prevent any sound.

Today, when she was pinching her tail, the phantom of the black dress appeared silently in front of the throne.

Ning Xiaoling is very calm, immediately closed his eyes.

Si Ming pulled her ear and said, "don't pretend to sleep. Get up."

Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes weakly, sleepy, and said vaguely, "marry... Marry the master?"

Siming snatched the tail from her arms and pinched it hard. He sneered at the girl Fox's cry: "you little fox, do you think you can hide the fox's tail in front of me?"

"Sister Siming, I'm wrong... Let me go." Ning Xiaoling was held upside down and lifted her tail. She scratched her paws subconsciously and gave in to simang.

Siming played with Ning Xiaoling's fox tail for a while, then hung her on her neck and said, "the power here has been collected completely. There's nothing wrong recently. I'll take you to the street."

Ning Xiaoling said in a low voice: "thank you, sister Siming, for helping me all the time."

Simang said, "well, it's more comfortable to raise the fox's fur."

"Sister, what are you going to do?" Ning Xiaoling is shivering.

Siming laughed and said, "let's go and call your master together."

"Yes, yes." Ning Xiaoling nodded. She urgently needed master to share the oppression.

Siming said with a smile: "I heard that Jiajia is practicing sword skills to revenge me recently. It's said that she has reached the peak of the purple court and is about to explore five ways."

Ning Xiaoling's spirit was aroused and she was happy, but she was very clever. She immediately realized that it might be a conspiracy. She gently shook her head and said, "sister Siming is so good, how can we think of revenge? What's more, sister Siming is so powerful, even if master wants to win you, she is delusional!"

Ning Xiaoling, humiliated by simang, has temporarily betrayed the camp of marrying the master.

Siming touched her head and said, "my little mouth is so sweet."

So simang put her around her neck and went to the meditation Pavilion of Lu Jiajia. She knocked on the door and called Lu Jiajia out.

Lu's calm mood was disturbed, but she didn't dare to get angry with simang, so she had to accompany her.

After she left, a black sparrow came to a stop on the qiongzhi she had been looking at. The black sparrow picked up qiongzhi and flapped away.

No one noticed.

"Sister, how are you doing recently, but are you still successful?" Simang asked casually.

Lu's practice has been very successful recently. She has continuously realized the threshold of the Tao. The opportunities she gained in the past have been digested in this month and become the nutrient of the Tao.

But she quietly responded: "it's stupid to marry. These days, my practice is not smooth, but there are signs of rivers flowing backwards... I've been worried for many days. I think my elder sister wants to find me out to play because I'm depressed."

"Si Ming narrowed his eyes, looked at the beautiful Sword Fairy in snow clothes and white clothes, and said:" it's a good sword. How can it be like this

Lu Jia blinked and said innocently, "I have always admired my sister. The heart of my sword can't be broken by martial arts, but it can be warmed by love. My sister is the latter."

"Well, Xiaoling thinks so, too." As a scarf Ning Xiaoling raised his paw and nodded.

Simang knew that it was a lie, but he also used it... It seems that the two masters and disciples were well behaved.

She nodded without expression and said, "it's no wonder Ning has been out there all day wearing such plain clothes. My sister will take you to buy some nice ones today."

Su? This is to say that I'm a native... Lu Jiajia looks at her black skirt, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years. She dares to be angry.

Simang took them to Yishang street. When we leave, we ask the king of fish to guard the gate. If anyone else comes to return the power, we will let him entertain us. The king of fish "Wang" is also very clever.

Siming finally recovered the feeling of the high seat of God when he was a divine officer.

It's just that there was God in the beginning, but now in the ancient lingzong, it's really lawless and arrogant.

"A few days ago, many stone tablets, ancient trees and rocks have issued orders." Siming stepped on the snow silently and said to youYou: "Ning Changjiu is said to have won a big disciple of Shenzong, and then defeated the fourteenth disciple of Jiange. He was so angry that the second disciple of Jiange broke the rules and went to tianbang... Oh, it's him. He can make some noise everywhere."

"All these years." Lu said helplessly: "compared with the past, this movement is not enough to be mentioned."

Siming said, "it's said that the second and the fourteenth disciples of the sword pavilion are all peerless beauties."

Lu was slightly stunned, and immediately pretended to be stupid and said, "what's the meaning of sister xueci's words?"

Simang said: "there are four female disciples in the sword Pavilion. When I go to tianbang, I meet two of them. My life is full of peach blossom trees."

Lu said firmly, "it's just a coincidence. I haven't known them for a long time. But when we meet by chance, how can we fall in love with each other? I believe him

Siming said with a light smile: "my sister is still a little silly. I don't know if he will meet a little girl next time."

"Believe him anyway." Lu's rare courage to talk back.

Simang was not annoyed, and said, "wait for him to come back... Ah, you silly girl, I don't know how many younger sisters he wants to hook up, so you don't believe him."

Lu Jia lowered her head and did not speak. Her back was lonely in the snow.

Feeling that the atmosphere was not right, Ning Xiaoling immediately said, "I also believe in elder martial brother. Um... When elder martial brother comes back, Xiaoling will inform you as soon as possible! If he dares to bring the girl back, we'll catch him together and not give him the chance to hide and tuck in! "

A moment of silence.

Siming turned his head slightly and looked at the lovely fox on his shoulder. Squinting, she caught the key and asked, "the first time? How did you know that for the first time? "

Ning Xiaoling immediately thought of the new year's Eve, noticed something bad, covered his mouth and said vaguely: "Xiaoling... Xiaoling guessed!"

"Is it?" Siming stretched out his hand to her tail and began to torture. Lu Jiajia sighed softly and had to cast a helpless look.

In the end, Ning Xiaoling confessed the matter.

"Well, you were the traitor that night." Siming finally cracked the case and said, "I said that I was so good at disguise that day. How could I be found? It turned out that you were the one who secretly summoned me."

Ning Xiaoling said with tears in her eyes: "Wuwu... I didn't mean it."

Siming asked: "a letter of marriage has this magical effect. It seems that Ningchang's school is really not simple. At that time, we must go to visit and see what is sacred."

Ning Xiaoling pulls her ears together like a fox with folded ears. She shook her mouth, put the meat mat on her head, wiped her tearful eyes, and said against her heart, "it's certainly not as bad as my sister."

"By the way, are you keeping this from me?" Asked Siming.

She looked at Xiaoling sternly and said, "when it's important, Xiaoling has been hiding it from her master."

Ning Xiaoling is even more aggrieved.

Siming asked again, "does Zhao xianger know about Tongxin?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head: "sister Xiang'er doesn't know yet."

Siming said with a smile: "well, it's better to keep this kind of thing secret. If she knows, she will be wearing shoes."

Ning Xiaoling said: "it doesn't matter, sister Siming will protect me!"

"Xiaoling is getting better and better." Siming bent his eyes and said with a smile, "it is said that Zhao Xiang'er is related to the kingdom of rosefinch?"

"Yes." Ning Xiaoling road.

Simang snorted, thinking that although the descendants of the kingdom of God are superior to the world, as long as the other side is not the Lord of rosefinch, how can they win over themselves?

Lu Jiajia and Ning Xiaoling have already looked down upon themselves. She is more and more looking forward to meeting the proud girl and then adjusting her to be obedient.

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It's snowing.

But above the heavy snow, there is still an unseen sky.

In the west of central China, it is called the most marginal part of the world, under the junction of the firmament and the sea of ruins, and countless bubbles are permeated like phantoms, floating silently in the sky and the earth. They are invisible to the naked eye, just like the supreme beauty of smoke and incense.

It was a wonderful world of solitude.

At noon, a faint cloud appeared in the western sky. This kind of cloud is superior to the sky, far away from the common, forming an ocean of light flow.

Now sinking, now rising again, burning butterflies fly into another world.

And the bubble world is far from being seen as small. Every bubble is boundless. In the meantime, there is a sea of clouds hanging over the fairy mountains. The vast sea and the stars are upside down. The white crane and the deer walk together. There are thousands of islands in the sky. They are all like drunk cups. The clouds float with the wind.

The most mysterious place is that every flower and grain of sand here also hide the mysterious world, and the flowers and trees in that sand world also hide the world, and so on.

Even if mortals or practitioners are lucky enough to get involved in this, they will be lost forever, and they can't tell the difference.

And these thousands of bubbles are surrounded by a world.

This is the main world of three thousand worlds.

The world is vast.

Red fireworks are constantly burning in the sky. A phoenix bathed in fire is flying like a butterfly in the sky, holding the seeds of fireworks as soft feathers. A huge whale is also rolling in the sea of fire in the sky. It is flapping its wings like a giant ROC, and on its brain bag like an Island, the fire flows like lava.

Below, water and clouds rush through the mountains and valleys, birds and fish shuttle and meet. Peach blossom blooms in the sea and turns red into coral. The flow of the atmosphere is silent, wrapping all things, forming a vast and boundless circle.

And in the center of this circle, there is a pavilion.

It is said that it is a high-rise building with 100 floors, but because only the 100th floor has been built, it looks like a castle in the air on an isolated island.

The pavilion is also round, with cornices and angles symmetrically arranged, like a beautiful nuclear sculpture.

In the pavilion, a girl more graceful than the three thousand worlds lies on the case where the clouds gather. The delicate green silk is like the wind on the clouds, and the bright and fading rosy clouds in the clouds make up the girl's pure face like a painting. She seems to be sleeping quietly, her eyelids drooping, her cheeks resting on her sleeves, her slightly disordered hair streaks past her cheeks, and her graceful ends on her thin and warped lips.

The castle in the air is spinning silently, and wisps of light are leaking from the gap. The red and purple shadow is as thin as snow on the girl's white skirt.

All of a sudden, a beam of light was covered, a dark bird flashing wings, down the light flow, gently stopped on the table.

Nine feather beak holding a qiongzhi.

Zhao xianger opened his eyes gently, and his curly eyelashes touched the light.

Compared with the time in the world, the girl is more childish, just like a real fairy. Her temperament and appearance are beyond description, which can't be compared with those of wild geese and fish. It's like standing in the world, where thousands of miles of snow dare not fall, and standing by the sea, the waves will not rise again.

The girl came back from the empty heart and looked at qiongzhi in the nine feather beak.

She took it gently and nodded. Jiuyu flies back.

The girl sat upright and graceful. She held out her white jade hand and picked up a piece of cloud, which turned into a jade lamp. With her other hand, she pressed the edge of her sleeve and drank lightly, which made her thin lips moist.

Then she unfolds Qiong Zhi, and her eyes fall into Qiong Zhi's world. She looks at Lu Jiajia in the dark room for a while.

Then, she went to see other pictures, for a long time.

She frowned, fretted, smiling, and more often expressionless.

Zhao xianger is the master of the archipelago like world in the three thousand world. She is also the master of the Kingdom and the way of heaven here.

She wants to maintain the order of the three thousand world, at the same time, she will occasionally turn her eyes to the world.

In the name of cherishing the common people, the girl let jiuyu record a lot of information in the world. She looked at it casually, and then stayed in some places for a long time.

Zhao xianger looks back, puts qiongzhi aside, slowly gets up, puts on a red cloak, and walks out of the pavilion.

The world is full of fairies, and she is even more superior to the world.

"Liu Xiwan, Si Ming... What a blue face and tusk, forever United..." Zhao xianger sighed with indifference: "rather long, more and more promising."

In the attic, thousands of birds come to China and gather in the sky to form a haze belt.

From here, the world is vast and lonely.

In the light of thousands of miles, only the fairy house where she lives is still dark. She stands under the eaves, with mottled shadows on her eyes and eyebrows. The colorful Phoenix and rosefinch on her cloak all seem to ride away.

"Sister."

There was a soft voice.

Among all the birds, a bird with light and electricity fell behind Zhao xianger. The bird turned into a girl with a fine sword on her back and a light purple shirt on her back. She was Shi Yu who was assassinated by Xueyuan and Yuwang in the state of Lei that day.

Shi Yu lowered his head and said in a soft voice, "sister, I see a black spot on the sky luck disk. The black spot has crossed the stars in Hulao and will fall on the moon."

"Well." Zhao xianger opened his mouth, the immortal sound is not mixed with impurities, if to pure water: "the matter of the starry sky is not our jurisdiction, just see the record, don't say more."

"Yes, sister." Shi Yu's eyes are gentle.

Zhao xianger asked, "when will we start the next training?"

Shi Yu rolled out a butterfly between his sleeves, and its wings were painted with inscriptions.

"There are still 15 days left. If the trial is successful, I would like to congratulate my sister for being buried in the five ways."

Zhao Xiang'er let out a sound. Her hair is not long. Her delicate and beautiful body is curled up for Tianfeng. The exquisite line between her clothes makes Shiyu feel faint.

Shi Yu looked at the pavilion and saw qiongzhi. He sighed and said in a low voice: "my sister is the daughter of rosefinch. If this God official is old, my sister will be a new God official. At that time, I must cut off the dust. Such entanglement should be broken when I feel shallow, otherwise..."

Zhao xianger interrupted, soft words: "sister don't worry about me, sister's own discretion."

Shi Yu whispered and said, "well, I believe elder sister, although that man is very good, he is only a common kind after all. The road of cultivating immortals has long existed in name. How can he really keep company with you?"

Zhao Xiang'er shook his head gently and said, "I'm sincere."

Shi Yu was silent immediately.

Zhao xianger had already turned around. His bright cloak and white skirt floated. His feet were as red and tender as jade. His petite and outstanding figure disappeared into the dark attic.

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I don't know what happened in heaven.

In the long rolling snowflakes, Siming surrounds Ning Xiaoling, leads her to land and get married, and strolls in the clothes Street. Even though she has been in the world for more than half a year, she has been depressed for a long time in duanjie city. When she sees rare things, she occasionally feels fresh.

"It's like cats are cute. Do you want to change your body?" Siming looked at the kitten and blinked, showing a kind-hearted manner.

Ning Xiaoling didn't dare to speak and covered her tail tightly.

"No, and these cats are too small to be weaned." Ning Xiaoling said.

Siming said, "it doesn't matter. I can ask your master to feed you."

“？” Lu married a shock, whispered: "I... how can I do?"

Siming asked: "you are not a virgin. Why not?"

Lu's lips were pursed, her cheeks were slightly red, and she didn't know how to explain. Ning Xiaoling thought that I understand this and said, "only after a woman has had a child can she do it."“ Have a baby? " Then simang thought of the reproduction in the world. She looked at Lu and said, "after my sister has a baby, can I..." "no!" Lu's words are firm. Siming did not entangle, followed the sweet scented osmanthus like wine, went to a pub with them. In order to avoid trouble, Siming and Lu's wife changed their looks and looked like ordinary ladies. Ning Xiaoling is the fastest drunk. Siming rubbed her with a smile and said, "thanks to you, you are still a little fox spirit. How can you seduce your elder martial brother Lu Jia drank a glass of wine in silence. Ning Xiaoling was drunk and said, "because Xiaoling is too young." If she had been smaller, she would have been drunk. Siming said with a smile: "you master and apprentice, the big and small fox spirits, how can you drink so badly?" Lu Jia thought of the night when she was poured down by Siming and Ning for a long time. I don't know if they have... After I fell asleep, Lu Qijia thought. She was angry and said, "I'm not a fox." Simang said: "since it's not a fox spirit, how can you always hook my sister? My sister clearly hid the fox's tail." Lu Jiajia continued to be angry. Ning Xiaoling suddenly opened her mouth by drinking: "master can also have a fox tail." Lu Jia frowned and said, "what are you talking about?" Ning Xiaoling said: "when I came here, I saw a shop in the corner. It seemed that there was a fox tail." Si Ming Hao said strangely, "do you cut the fox's tail and sell it? How cruel are you people? " Ning Xiaoling showed her rich knowledge: "of course not. My sister doesn't know. Those tails are all fake, and there are... Oh." Lu Qijia put out her hand to cover her mouth. If Xiaoling continues to talk about it, she may really suffer. Siming was confused: "fake fox tail? What is it for? "“ No... nothing Lu can't explain. The little fox scurried up and down, and Lu Jiajia reached out to catch it. The wine table and glasses were in a mess. The warm lights of the tavern swayed. In the near future, the list of the ten Chinese and Turks in the new year will be spread to the ancient lingzong on this snowy night.