Beyond the Divine States

Towards the early morning, the rain stopped.

In the sky, there are bluish gray clouds, which flow continuously across the roof of Jiuyou hall. The strong wind filtered through the endless woods and fields, and when it came to the Jiuyou hall, it had become incomparably pure and cold. The wind was wandering, replacing the rain that originally surrounded the eaves. After the sky also has the hazy moon shadow outline, it shuttles in the cloud, sprinkles the scattered light dust, the darkness actually became heavier.

Ning long night without sleep, he lay on the bed, the woman breath like orchid in the neck dense, touch the skin temperature is very hot, inadvertently fell hair is itchy, dream of soft pressure in the elbow, seems to be within reach. The Phoenix silk brocade quilt covers the cheek, conceals everything about gentle country in the dark, only outlines the outline of reverie.

Ning long looked out of the window invisible ups and downs of the wind, content with such calm.

Outside the sky gradually lit up a glimmer, can not tell is the clear moonlight after rain or dawn.

The paper kite that came down from the sky has turned into a fish and disappeared in the night, together with the rain that has been falling all night.

Yechan palace

Ning can't help but think of the name for a long time.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the quiet sleeping face beside him. He is always worried about other things, which makes him feel guilty like betrayal. What's more, he has to leave again after today.

But the three words of Ye Chan palace firmly hold his thoughts and can't get rid of them.

This kind of idea mostly comes from obsession... It's like thinking about the difficult problems of two generations and getting answers suddenly, so everything related comes in a stream.

Chan palace... What does this have to do with the fabled toad Palace on the moon?

Her surname is ye... Is it onomatopoeia of night?

Why on earth did she kill herself and confine herself in a desolate place for a long time until the day of rebirth.

What is the national hunting plan, who is its target, the leader of the Twelve Kingdoms or the secret leader?

If the six gods of Taichu all have their own stars, what is the corresponding of the Dark Lord?

The seventh God, fire... And evil and poetry. What is their relationship with the master?

Ning long unable to shield these thoughts, they entangled in the brain, sketching a fuzzy future.

The master's figure is as mysterious as the Cold Moon Palace hidden in the night.

The outside is getting brighter and brighter, and the pear branches over the paper windows are projecting clearly.

The moon faded in the sky.

Lu Jia gradually woke up. Her eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes. Looking at Ning Chang, she asked softly, "haven't you gone yet?"

Ning long way: "said, this time can't leave without saying goodbye."

"Well." Lu Jiajia's voice was as light as gibberish. She closed her eyes and said, "be careful in Wanyao city. Don't be caught by female goblins."

Ning Changjiu said: "isn't there a great deity to subdue demons?"

Lu Qijia hummed softly, "the one who worries most is her."

"Then... Why did you keep simang that night?" Ning long asked.

If simang stayed that night, they might have to sleep in the same bed. It's still crowded.

Lu said: "is it not to test you? Who knows that you really show your true colors all of a sudden. "

Ning Changjiu said with a helpless smile: "marriage is full of distrust for me."

Lu said: "who makes you come back every time you travel far away, you can always bring some surprise."

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm looking for a good sister to marry."

Lu opened her eyes and stared at him coldly for a while.

"Go down!"

The woman gave a clear rebuke.

Ning has been kicked out of bed for a long time.

When simang knocked at the door, Lu had already sat down in his clothes. Ning had brewed new tea for a long time. The tea filtered from the spout was light green and fragrant.

Siming looked at Lu's wife, who was still wearing a plain white thin shirt with a belt around her waist.

She looks at simang and smiles.

"Here comes my sister." Lu Jiajia made hot tea for Siming.

Siming came with a smile. Xiang shoulder was steady and her gait was graceful. She took up the tea and sipped it. Then she took out a small brocade bag and put it in the palm of Lu's hand. Then she closed her fingers for her.

"After I leave, no one can protect you. Be careful." Si Ming ordered a sentence, as always in the cold tone of concern.

Lu Jia holds a small brocade bag and nods hard.

She whispered to Siming for a while.

Ning long been hanging in the side, laughing and complaining: "who is the husband in the end."

Lu Jiayou said: "our sisters love each other deeply, do you care?"

Ning long a Zheng, more innocent, thought that why I said Sister, you want to drive me out of bed!

Lu Jiajia knew what he was thinking, but said, "anyway, when Xiang'er asks questions, it's up to you to explain. I'm not going to help you

Ning Changjiu comforted himself: "xianger, um... She has always been considerate of me."

"What kind of person is Zhao xianger?" he asked

Lu Jiajia didn't know how to describe it. He just gave a general description, sketching out a delicate but graceful figure with a single horsetail, a beautiful face, and a Black Dragon Robe depicting gold.

Siming nodded gently, a look of indifference on his face.

Hum, no matter how proud the girl is, at best, she is just a god of the rosefinch kingdom. Her realm strength is equal to her own.

"Well, most of the women who can take a fancy to Ning Chang are not very smart." Siming showed obvious contempt to Zhao xianger.

"..." Lu Qijia looked at her, pursed her lips and made a silent protest against her words.

The time to leave soon arrived.

Lu got up and said goodbye to Siming for a long time.

Ning hugs her for a long time, and she puts her partner in her arms, soft and touching,

Simang didn't want to see them go out alone.

Wanyao city doesn't allow sword, and she won't violate the rules. When she goes out, she moves her finger, and a streamer of light flies out from the top floor of Jiuyou hall. The black sword hangs in front of her body when the sword is blaring and whistling. It falls to the ground leisurely, and is fixed in the courtyard. It's like a disaster suppressor, and it doesn't move.

When Ning long came out, the pear flowers in the courtyard had become powder.

He looked at Siming's back and said in a low voice, "let's go."

Simang gave a sound. She attached the painted mask to her cheek. She looked at Ning Changjiu with a pair of icy eyes and said, "last time we really walked side by side, it seemed that we were chased by sin king."

Ning Changchang said, "yes, before you came down from the golden cross, I never thought we could be friends."

Siming can't help but think of the humiliation of Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli on the golden scaffold.

"Well, how dare you mention it? If it had not been for slave tattoos, I would have settled that old debt with you. " Siming responded coldly.

Ning Changjiu laughed and said seriously, "maybe this is one of the practices for you to return to the position of God."

Under the mask, simang's eyes narrowed slightly. She is said to be on her mind for a long time.

All along, she did take these experiences as part of her practice.

Siming said: "it's too kind to marry. It's really painful to follow you."

Ning long helpless way: "fate rush, not my wish."

"Have you ever thought about the significance of your experience?" Siming asked along with his words

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"Thought about it." Ning Changjiu replied quickly: "at first I thought I was just saving myself, now..."

They crossed the courtyard and looked at the ten peaks. Although last night's rain has stopped, but the rain and fog has not gone. The world reveals its veil through the rain and fog, and the ten peaks show their appearance in such a vague and quiet way.

"Now what? Save the world? " Siming slightly mocked, as if to ridicule his childishness.

Ning Changjiu shakes her head gently. She takes a look at Jiuyou hall. Ning Xiaoling is running out of it. Her tail looks like a beating flame.

Ning Changjiu said in a low voice: "it's not so grand. I just want to try to find peace for them. "

Ning Xiaoling ran very fast and ran in front of them. Ning Changjiu looked at her lovely appearance and held out her arms to meet them.

Ning Xiaoling jumped to the soft embrace of Siming.

Ning long silence for a moment, bitterly took back his hand, sighed.

The little fox rolled a few circles in Siming's arms. Her paws were on the raised robe. She raised her head and looked at Siming's face.

Siming is also wearing the mask of demon fox at the moment. The real Fox and the fake fox look at each other harmoniously.

"Elder sister, you must be careful. It doesn't matter if you can't take back the power. I'll discuss it with King Ming... You must do well." Ning Xiaoling said softly.

Siming said with a smile, "don't worry, there is nothing in the world that my sister wants but can't get."

"Yes, yes." Ning Xiaoling nodded hard.

Then, she just jumped to rather long arms, is also a coquettish roll. Ning Changjiu was a little resentful about the scene just now, but the fox was so cute that his face softened down. He rubbed Ning Xiaoling's ears and back and said, "take good care of your master."

Ning Xiaoling said, "take good care of sister Siming."

Ning Changjiu smiles and stretches out his hand. Ning Xiaoling also stretches out his hand. The palms of the two people stick to each other.

……

When the fish king saw Ning Changjiu and Siming, he was black and blue.

It sat in front of the fish tank with salted fish piled like a hill, looking loveless.

Ning long is to help it move fish mountain, he saw fish king this appearance, surprised: "this... Who did it?"

The fish king used to be a giant demon in five realms. Although his accomplishments have fallen, he would rather give back the hell scroll for a long time after the underworld. The fish King's realms have also risen a lot. Most of those who come to youyue lake are disciples. It's good that those disciples are not abducted by Yuwang kengmeng. How can they be its opponents?

Who can beat the king of fish like this?

Fish King faltered and said: "last night I practiced on the cliff, um... Accidentally fell."

Rather long doubt: "cats can fall like this?"

The fish King blushed and said, "it's not malnutrition! If you eat salted fish every day, you must have salted fish better than me

"Ning had nothing to say for a long time.

The fish king said this and looked at simang warily.

It has instinctive fear for this woman. After all, even at her peak, she is far from her opponent.

Ning Changchang said: "the Lord has issued an amnesty order to exempt you from the crime of cheating your disciples. After that, you will be free to fish, but you should reflect on it and not commit it again."

The fish king was flattered. He looked at them and asked, "are you going on a long journey?"

"Shh." Ning Changjiu said, "keep it secret."

The fish king immediately nodded and urged Ning Changjiu to "let the tiger go back to the mountain".

Ning long helped the king of fish move the salted fish vat.

The king of fish was relieved and quickly expressed his gratitude to the master of simang, praising her wisdom and kindness.

Simang sighed, thinking that if the next generation really listen to this thing, then the world of gods is declining.

After they left, the fish king gave a long sigh of relief.

It lay down by the river, reached out and touched the bruise on its cheek, and hissed with pain.

It lied.

The injury was not caused by an accident, but by a fight.

But it was such a shame that it couldn't bear to say it - it lost to a fish.

Just last night, when it was lying in the cave watching the rain, a red fish suddenly appeared in the youyue lake, swimming around, arrogant and eye-catching, looking very good.

Yuwang had never seen this fish in his daily life. He thought it was a rare species that used to hibernate at the bottom of the lake and only came up in the rain.

The moment he saw the fish, he had a variety of recipes in his mind. While he chose to do it, he jumped into the lake to catch the fish.

The fish was very beautiful, with beautiful body, scales like a unreal burning fire, especially the pair of thin wings that were as long as a bird's wings.

The fish King boasts of being the ruler of youyue lake. With a grim smile, he pours on the red fish. However, the beautiful fish could fight more than it thought. The king of fish was forced back by his tail flick, but he didn't give up. He just ignored the enemy and waved his claw up again. Then there was the sound of turbulence. The king of fish was repeatedly hit by the old skill of the fish. He lashed several tail flicks in succession and fell back to the shore with no fighting power.

He never thought that he would meet such a strong enemy in his life.

But at least you don't have to eat salted fish

The fish king was about to go down to the lake to hunt when he saw the red fish floating up like a ghost and staring at it coldly.

"I can't go yet!" The fish king was silent for a while and was about to leave in grief and indignation.

At the corner, a girl's voice suddenly sounded: "listen, you are here. I heard them say that there is a cat living in the cave by the lake, which is very similar to what I lost. I didn't expect that it was you... Since you are back, why don't you come to me?"

It was Yu Jin who came. She looked at the white cat with tears in her eyes and said, "listen, how can you be so thin? By the way, have you seen Xiaoling? "

Looking at the little girl in the white skirt, the king of fish finally got a lot of clarity. He cleverly called a few times and ran to ask for food.

In the distance, Ning took a long look at the red shadow in the middle of the lake, and roughly guessed the reason.

The heavy rain last night is not a dream. It's a red fish made of paper kite.

Is this the meaning that the master is guarding the marriage and Xiaoling for me, so that I can find her at ease?

Ning is not sure for a long time, but he finally put down his last worry and left with Siming.

In the spring breeze, the willows in the forest hang low. From afar, the new buds are tender as fine velvet, swaying on the mountain road stretching to the distance.

Simang stood among the rocks, his black robe facing the wind, and his embroidered shoes with white moon looming.

She stretched out her hand and drew a virtual sword.

She stepped on the tip of the virtual sword.

She is the great friar of the five realms. It's always faster for her to carry people.

Ning long came behind her.

The two kept a delicate distance.

The sword broke through the air.

"Come closer, it's going to be faster." Simang Qingleng road.

I'd rather stay close to you for a long time.

Simang sneered: "there is no outsider here. Who can I show you in such a reluctant way? What's the promise I made with Lu Jiajia? I feel guilty?"

Ning Changjiu said, "it's just that I'm not used to it."

After all, it was his sword or his sword when he traveled with people in the past.

Si Ming said: "at that time, when you married and punished me at night, how heavy were your hands and feet? Oh, and when I first kissed you, I didn't see you pinching like that. "

Rather long listen to her slightly provocative words, doubt this is not the land married in let the division

Life tries itself.

Looking at the curve of Siming's back, he steadied his mind and leaned up stiffly.

"It wasn't Xiao Li who asked you to kiss him." Ning long casually said, easing the embarrassment of the scene.

Si Ming Shen said: "just after going out, I thought about the little girl who was far away in duanjie city?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "didn't you want to accept her as an apprentice?"

"I'm not going to see her do what you say." Simang said, "I want to accept apprentices, not traitors."

Rather long smile, did not answer, just think of Luo book, she and married seems to have almost become a master and apprentice.

She has the same eye for her apprentice as she has for her master.

The sword Qi breaks through the air.

Wind Qingxiao, cut off Ning long thoughts.

The trees trembled violently by the sword air, and the green new leaves fell. There was no trace of them in the forest, and the remnant of sword Qi was diluted in the sunshine.

……

……

It's a beautiful spring day in ancient lingzong, but it's snowing in some parts of the world.

Between the towering snow mountains, the fierce wind is blowing again and again, the storm is rubbing the snow surface, stirring countless snow particles, they gather together, like clouds rising from the other end of the mountain, wantonly diffuse, to swallow here.

Several men hid behind a huge stone.

They were shivering with cold, and frost hung between their eyebrows and beards. The man at the head was holding the mink clothes with his red hands. He tied the knife to his hands, and looked over the stone from time to time to see the snow in the distance. His eyes were full of fear.

His body is usually buried in the snow. The snow penetrates into his boots and cuts his skin like a knife. His breathing is very slow. The cold air is heated by the body's trachea before it slowly enters the lungs.

They are caravans carrying goods. Unfortunately, they encountered a snowstorm here... To be exact, a dragon disaster.

The king of the snow mountain was furious and set off a storm, blocking their way. All the goods were lost and buried in the snow. They lost all their money. It's very likely that they will die here.

The man at the head was holding the knife tightly. He was cold all over. He couldn't help thinking about his wife's repeated advice when he was leaving... After counting the days, the baby was about to be born. He once vowed to start a career, go back safely and lead her a good life. But now

He thought of his wife's thin face and her back when she secretly went to borrow money from her mother's house with a big belly... The more violent wind blew in his heart, and the guilt rose and stirred, and the man looked miserable.

With difficulty, he opened his snowy eyes and looked at the man next to him. A thin young man had fainted and his skin was wrinkled with cold. Back against the big rock kept falling snow, hit them, to drown them.

"Wake up... Don't go to sleep." The man nudged him and called out in a low voice.

The lips of the young man, whose face was dry with cold, played back and forth. He tried his best to open his eyes and whispered, "I... I can't hold it. If you can go back alive and help me look after my sister, my parents are dead. She's only seven years old. "

"I can't pay off all my debts. I don't care about you. You'll find a way to go back alive." The man's words were more severe.

The young man gave a miserable smile and said, "my father died on this road last year... It's my life."

The man looked at his ashen face and trembled. He wanted to wake up other dying people, but he could not make any sound.

The sound was swallowed by the sound of the snowstorm behind.

The man leaned on his body with a knife and got up with difficulty. His vision crossed the stone and looked at the distant blizzard. The last light in his pupils faded away. He was completely desperate.

"It's still coming..." there was a voice in his throat that only he could hear.

In the snowstorm, the scarlet eyes lit up in the snow fog, accompanied by a huge, rugged body, that is the body of the dragon, is the demon of the snow mountain... It climbed out of the snow sea with a pair of ice wings, stretched out its long neck, looked across the snow, issued a low, despairing roar.

The roar overshadowed the wind.

This is the notorious dragon here. Many people died in its territory. Because of this, the price of a trip to this business road is also very expensive, which is also the reason why men choose to take risks.

But the snow dragon still appeared.

The man closed his eyes in despair. Death was not terrible to him. Before he got married, he was not a good man. Now, his wife's reaction to the news of his death is his only worry.

Snow Dragon's voice echoed low, like a hand dragging people down the abyss, and the man's breathing became numb.

Just when he thought that he would die, a red shadow floated across the corner of his eyes.

The shadow was very unreal in the snow.

The man opened his eyes dully. He looked around and saw nothing. But the huge snow is much quieter“ Captain He was called out in a low voice. The man woke up a little. He turned his head and saw a little boy standing up with difficulty, pointing to the back of the rock, his eyes trembling“ Look there... "He said. The man pulled himself up from the snow and slowly looked to the back of the rock - that was the direction of the snow dragon. The heavy snow didn't really stop. The snow piled up on a dividing line and couldn't cross half a step. And on that snow line, the shadow of a red skirt flying over is conspicuously coagulating. In front of the ferocious skull of the snowstorm dragon, her figure is so small, but it is like a fire burning the world, which makes the Dragon stop its wings“ The queen The man immediately guessed her identity... Only the legendary queen is worthy of such elegant demeanor... The flame of life suddenly rose in his heart, and the man was so excited that he was incoherent that he immediately went to wake up the people around him and let them die later to support for a while. The figure of a woman in a red skirt is as clear as glass. The sword in her hand is as pure as glass. She stood up in the air, her dress like a flame beating in the wind. Her eyes are cold and her skin is like snow that has not melted for thousands of years. She is obviously small, but in the eyes of the snowstorm dragon, she is like the aggregate of killing. The Dragon murmured in submission“ How many times have I warned you! What's the use of keeping you if you don't regret teaching repeatedly? " The woman's cold voice is blowing through the snow. The red skirt and sword ran into the snowy fog. The long chant of the Dragon sounded. Within the boundary line, the snow covered the ground like real waves. The sound of gulong's long chant changed from rage to bitterness. Sword light shuttles through the snow, as if to cut the cracks in the world. Soon, the snow fog turned into a blood fog. The wind and snow quieted down. The body of the snowstorm dragon fell on the snow, and its scarlet eyes lost their light. Its wings were cut off, its body was torn open, and its huge sword wound was boiling blood. The red skirt woman walked out with her back to the huge dragon corpse. Her blade was covered with smoke. The survivors looked behind the rock without blinking. They had never seen the beauty of such determination. The snow is quieter and the day is brighter. The fog is getting thinner and thinner, and the mountain is getting farther and farther away. The silhouette of the red skirt gradually goes away until it disappears. The crowd finally came back“ She... She's our king? "“ Well, she's Shao Xiaoli. "