Beyond the Divine States

The dilapidated palace of the king floats in the kingdom of God Jinwu. The architectural style of the palace building is upright and old-fashioned. The attic building in the world originated from it at first.

In the palace of the king, the statue of Xihe is the only complete thing.

Her hair is covered with gold chains, her arms and ankles are covered with pearls, and her dress is decorated with shimmering pearls. Her waist is very high, and her skirt is slender. Her temperament is elegant, her figure is outstanding and slightly petite, but she has a sense of motherhood.

Although she is vivid, she is silent because she is a God.

On the throne like jade, Siming is lying on the side. His black robe is like a silk quilt, which is spread lightly on the body like snow. His round and slender jade legs are folded down from the armrest of the throne, which is like a branch covered with frost and snow.

The light outside the hall reflected the black robe's crow green color. At the junction of dark green and snow-white, the color difference was plump, and the curve was more convex.

Simang's long silver hair fell down, either on the chair or on the ground. After Huanghe Longque defeated Xihe, the throne had been empty for thousands of years, and now he finally sat on the new queen.

It is also a tradition for the queen to be recognized by the Lord of God.

Now her body is full of his brand.

Ning long standing in the palace, wearing a simple white dress, is now wearing a white robe on his body.

Snow porcelain is lying on the throne, squinting at Ning Changjiu's figure. Her red lips are like blood, which stirs up Qingling's smile

"Well, this feeling... Is much better than I thought..."

Ning Changchang is wearing black hair. He is standing up in front of his shirt and looking back at light Judo: "of course, I will never let Cher down."

Snow porcelain gently shakes her long legs, looks at the dome, and says, "four or five thousand years ago, did you and Xihe often do the same?"

Ning long looked at the statue of Xihe, as if Zhao xianger was looking at himself gently. He shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Snow porcelain sat up from the throne, legs bent, one hand holding knees, one hand holding clothes according to the chest, her eyes like crescent moon, cold voice is soft, "in any case, this is my place, this hall will be renamed snow porcelain palace, the statue here will also be put on me."

Ning had a look of embarrassment for a long time.

He always felt that if he agreed, Xiang'er would tear himself apart.

"Still thinking about Zhao Xiang'er?" Simang looked at him with a slightly cold look. "Can't you see that the girl's ambition has already been higher than the sky. You are a dilapidated palace. Maybe you can coax me, but how can you close the Canary?"

"That's true." Ning long was silent for a moment, then he said with a smile, "but it's xianger's place after all. It's better to talk to her, or we can rebuild a better one..."

Simang snorted softly. Her feet crossed and fell on the glass floor tiles as smooth as a mirror. Her gait curled and she walked to Ning Changchang's side. Her ice eyes narrowed and her TANKOU opened gently. "Didn't you say that she would never let Xueer down?"

As she spoke, she turned around and looked at the statue of Xihe. She stretched out her hand and touched Zhao xianger's face with her fingertips. Her cold and proud look was a bit playful.

Ning looked at her back for a long time, no longer have any opinion, iron when faint King's heart: "well, all listen to you."

……

The palace is quiet.

They searched in the palace to find out if there were any valuable things left in those years.

Siming had already put on her clothes. She looked down at the mottled ancient wall. The words and pictures on it had already been recognized. Only the red sun painted on the top was still a totem that never decayed.

Rather long follow the fuzzy memory rummage, he put those scattered lamp posts, cleared the scattered stones.

Siming looked back at him, and said: "rosefinch and the golden black were not fools. If there was anything useful, they would have been plundered long ago, and you would have picked up the leak after thousands of years?"

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "it's true."

He was still searching. He can hardly remember the events of that year, and many broken bricks and tiles can not recall too many memories. After the fragrance and beauty in the hall fade, the rest is bleak.

But there are exceptions. With Ning's unremitting efforts for a long time, he really found something.

It was a beautifully decorated box. The box was very hand-held. Although the jewelry on it lost some luster, it was still ancient and gorgeous.

The things in these treasure boxes are obviously precious.

Ning Long Yi.

Siming also curiously came over, "this treasure can still stay, I have to say, you are lucky."

Ning Changjiu was not sure. After thinking about it, he said, "let's see what it is first."

Siming is also curious.

Ning opened the box for a long time, and the light came out of it. It was a little dazzling. He fixed his eyes and saw that it was full of colorful pastes. It was very soft and flashy.

"What is this?" Siming pressed his sleeve, dipped his fingertips in, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and said, "is it the elixir cream?"

If it's a panacea, how can it not be taken away?

Ning long thought about the dream and guessed its identity. He sighed and thought that what he could stay was not a good thing

"This is hair cream." Ning Changjiu said.

"Hair cream?"

"Well, it's one of xianger's inventions when it's applied on her hair to make it beautiful."

"On your hair?" Simang occasionally heard of it, but never tried it. She gently pulled her silver hair and twisted the soft and long silver silk. She was not sure, "can this look good?"

"Xueer is naturally beautiful. She looks good in any way. Um... Do you want to have a try?"

"You won't lie to me, will you?" Si Ming was suspicious.

"How could I lie to you?" I'd rather have a smile on my face.

"Then... Try?"

Siming is very confident in her appearance. She also wants to make some breakthroughs, so she sits back on the throne, turns her back and lets Ning dye her hair for a long time.

Colorful hair cream on the long silver hair.

"How do you feel?" Ning Changchang asked.

"What do you think?" Siming asked in an uncertain way.

Ning looked at her colorful hair for a long time. The quiet fairy looks gorgeous in her hair. Her long hair falls on the divine robe like a rainbow. At first glance, it looks gorgeous, but after a long time, it always feels a little pompous.

It's worthy of xianger's painstaking invention

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "the most beautiful."

Siming trims her long hair and draws a water mirror to reflect herself. Looking at her colorful hair, she always feels that her cool temperament doesn't match

This long hair is not only gorgeous, from all angles, there are different gradient colors.

"Well... OK." Siming gave an ambiguous evaluation and asked, "if you're tired of it, how can you wash it off?"

Ning long innocent way: "I don't know."

Simang was stunned and said anxiously, "what should I do then?"

Rather long way: "later saw Xiang son to ask."

Siming pursed her lips tightly. She couldn't imagine that she was going out like this... She couldn't help feeling sad.

So the long hair turned from colorful to frosty.

Simang was a little surprised. He thought that this could change as he wanted? But just as she was happy, her hair turned red again.

When Siming was still in doubt, Ning Changjiu had summed up the rule: "when sad, it will become frosty white, when happy, it will become fiery red... It seems that it is automatically adjusted with the mood. It's xianger. "

"Simang was in a complicated mood and regretted.

As a result, the long hair glows and the brilliance changes.

"Rather! Long! Long time Siming was very angry, and her head was burning like a raging fire. She rolled up her sleeve and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.

……

When simang rearranged his clothes and left the kingdom of God, the fragrance of rice came from outside.

Ning long standing in Siming side, looking at her long hair, can't help laughing.

Si Ming glanced at him coldly and said, "isn't it pretty?"

Ning long smile: "good looking."

Simang went out with a cold hum.

Lu's long hair was tied behind her, her snow-white clothes were neat, and she was clearly a Sword Fairy. Now she was looking at her gentle and virtuous. She bit her lips and muttered that they couldn't come down. She was more or less angry.

There were footsteps in my ears.

Lu Jia looked sideways.

Ning long took the lead to go downstairs, but Si Ming didn't come down.

Lu Jiajia looks at Ning Changjiu suspiciously. Ning Changjiu explains with a smile: "xueci may be a little shy."

"You're shy!" Si Ming said coldly and walked down the stairs quickly.

Looking at simang's colorful long hair, Lu Jiajia's hand was frozen. She was stunned for a moment, and then she burst out laughing. Ning Xiaoling, who was on the other side, also laughed. The two masters looked at simang and laughed wildly.

Siming's long hair is in full swing again.

Ning long hurriedly took her hand, soft voice comforted a few words, will blame to far away in the sky of Xiang son's body.

The color of long hair has returned.

Simang didn't know what evil he had done. He just wanted to travel in the future. Masks and hoods were indispensable.

Siming sits down at the table and stares at Ning Xiaoling coldly.

Ning Xiaoling stopped laughing immediately, holding her tail and trembling.

Lu married without fear. Her lips were always on her shoulders. She reached out to touch simang's hair and said, "sister xueci's aesthetics are really unique."

Siming wanted to get angry, but she had to swallow her anger when she thought of being bullied by Lu Jiajia before. She was even more aggrieved when she was trapped by a big family. Her long hair turned frosty white.

Looking at the discolored hair, Lu Qijia sighed the magic. Her fingers gently followed her hair and said, "OK, OK, sister xueci is not sad. I won't laugh at you any more."

Siming was even more aggrieved: "I won't eat the rice you cooked!"

Lu took up the bowl in front of her, put some in her chopsticks and sent it to her lips. She said softly, "my elder sister is tired out. Let's eat some."

Siming wanted to fight to the end, but her lips opened instinctively when she smelled the fragrance of rice.

Lu Jia put rice in her mouth.

Siming chewed and his eyebrows trembled.

Why is it so delicious

The food was delicious, but she was even more aggrieved.

I always feel that they are bullying me

While Lu Jiajia was feeding, she was eating. Ning Changjiu watched the scene, laughed for a while, and then began to eat.

Today's rice is especially sweet.

After dinner, Lu Jiajia took Siming's little hand and sat down beside the bed. She comforted him gently for a while, and Siming was relieved.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling sat by the window and spoke softly.

"We have made a lot of preparations to go to the netherworld, but we are not sure." Ning Changjiu sighed: "when the time comes, you have to look at Xiaoling's own. Don't trust anyone, including Jiuyou."

Ning Xiaoling is still using her claws to pull the remaining nuts of cooking. She listened to Ning Changjiu's advice and looked serious immediately. She said, "I know. I've worked hard to prepare these few months."

Ning long asked: "what are you ready for?"

Ning Xiaoling thought about it, as if she didn't make any special preparation. She silently handed the peeled nuts to her elder martial brother.

Ning long took over with a smile, he rubbed Ning Xiaoling's head, said: "in short, living is the most important, other gains and losses do not care too much."

"I see!" Ning Xiaoling seriously agreed and asked, "do you want to take it with you?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly said: "by the way, I almost forgot the cat... Since it's all called Jingting, of course I want to go back to its position."

Ning Xiaoling nodded her head and planned to catch the cat when she was in power.

Ning Changjiu finally said, "I have to find my master. I'm afraid I can't wait for Xiaoling to come back. But Shifu will accompany you. Xiaoling, don't be afraid."

"Not afraid." Ning Xiaoling said with a clear mind: "elder martial brother, you have to wait for Xiaoling to grow up."

Ning long a Leng, immediately smile nodded.

The night is getting dark.

Tonight, Ning Changchang naturally sleeps with Si Ming.

The second floor was quiet after midnight.

Dressed in a white robe and a sleeping jacket, Lu Jiajia sat quietly by the window, looking at the night outside the window and the occasional forest birds, looking calm.

Early in the morning, Ning long crept downstairs.

Lu Jiajia is still sitting by the window and dozing. Ning long sits down beside her. Lu Jiajia opens her eyes, looks at him, smiles and says, "are you still thinking of me? Not afraid of her anger? "

"What am I afraid of with the support of marriage?" Rather long hold her hand, looking at her eyes, a thousand words do not speak.

Lu Jiajia smiles. She gently opens her arms and says, "hold it?"

Ning hugged her with a smile.

It took a long time to separate.

"Did the master say anything to you?" Ning Changchang asked.

After thinking about it, Lu said, "the master only told me the story of Yi shejiu and Xiang."

Ning Changchang nodded. Now he knows that it's his own story, and the prime minister in the story has been falsely told as a man for so many years, but in fact, it is very likely that it was Xihe, the female Prime Minister of the sun kingdom.

Xianger

Zhao lost his soil. Now it seems that the lost land is almost the whole kingdom of God... What does the rosefinch want to do?

Ning long no longer think about it, he looked at Lu married, said: "the master is very important to marry."

"Of course, I'm the only one who can save the master's mind," Lu said proudly

"Well." Ning Changjiu patted the back of her hand and whispered: "I may have to go again after today. Xiaoling has other things to do, so I will be entrusted to marry. Jiange Jiansheng will not die and will be injured. The first elder martial sister and the second elder martial sister are also seriously injured. Don't worry too much in a short time. On the contrary, it's the nearest misty building. The owner of the building is probably a member of Jiansheng. You should be more careful."

"Well, the master is very kind to all of us. We can't put things off." Lu said seriously.

Ning long way: "rest assured, I have discretion."

"You don't have to worry too much about me, either." "I'm not idle these days. I'm already setting up the clan array. I'm confident that as long as I don't go out at will, it's hard for me to break through the common five roads."

Ning Changjiu nodded with a smile: "marriage is really powerful."

"Don't flatter me. Leave some good words for xueci. She has just given them to you. She believes all your sweet talk." Lu's smile is not very friendly.

Ning Changjiu always wears a smile, but the smile is full of guilt and fatigue. He looks at the brightening sky outside the window, holds her hand, and says, "I hope the year of baizang can pass safely."

……

……

In the ruins of the pagoda, Liu junzhuo helps Zhou Zhenyue to walk into the vast ruins. The wind blows ashes from afar, and the face is dry.

Liu junzhuo stops. She looks at the vast ruins, at the desolate smoke, at the countless broken bones and stones and the deep ravines ploughed by the sword. She is stunned for a long time. Her bloody skirt is dancing in the wind, like a remnant flag.

Zhou Zhenyue hummed and fell in her arms, looking miserable.

Looking back, Liu junzhuo said with concern: "elder martial sister... Elder martial sister, are you ok?"

Zhou Zhenyue bit her teeth and said, "it's OK. Keep going. Shifu is waiting for us."

Liu junzhuo's red lips had bitten blood. She looked at her elder martial sister's stubborn face and nodded gently: "well, I'll take her to go on."

"Myself... Cough." Zhou Zhenyue's painstaking efforts fluctuated. Under the attack of the ruins of the skeleton tower, she was more seriously injured and coughed up blood.

Liu junzhuo hugged her, looking unbearable. She said in a soft voice, "I'll carry my elder martial sister on my back."

When Zhou Zhenyue wanted to refuse, Liu junzhuo leaned down, grabbed her arm and carried her on her back.

Zhou Zhenyue was badly hurt by simang. Her clothes and hair were covered with blood. Now she was leaning against her younger martial sister's shoulder, and her body was trembling because of the cold.

"Elder martial sister offended." Liu junzhuo apologized, then took off her elder martial sister's sword and used it as a crutch to support her.

She adjusted her breath, regained some strength, and took her elder martial sister to control the sword for a while. More often, she carried her on foot in the ruins.

When the dry bone sand blows and falls into the tip of her nose, it always makes Zhou Zhenyue cough. Liu junzhuo separates her little spiritual power and makes a cover to gently cover her elder martial sister. Zhou Zhenyue doesn't know. She just feels more comfortable. Her body slowly relaxes and her breathing tends to be even. When Liu junzhuo stops, Zhou Zhenyue finds out that her younger martial sister is already covered with dust.

The powder of bones covered Liu junzhuo's white and beautiful face, like a pale and dry mask, as well as a thick, pale powder.

They don't know how long they've been walking, but Liu junzhuo's hair band is cut and falls to the ground. His dark hair is scattered.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zhenyue asked softly.

Liu junzhuo lowers her head and looks at the ground. Her body trembles with fear... She slowly kneels down.

In front of her, there was a broken sword.

Ancient broken sword.

The broken sword still has lion's claw mark.

Zhou Zhenyue also recognized the sword. It's the master's sword... Liu junzhuo knelt on the ground. She trembled, grabbed the broken sword and held it tightly. The blood seeped down. Liu junzhuo's teeth kept trembling. She pursed her lips and frowned. Finally, she couldn't bear it and began to cry.

She lost her sword and crown. Her elder martial sister was seriously injured and her master's whereabouts were unknown

The wind full of bone dust is still blowing. Liu junzhuo wipes her tears and her ashes fall down.

Zhou Zhenyue was also stunned for a long time. She opened her mouth. For a long time, she didn't know what to say, but she poured out her cold feeling.

"Younger martial sister..."

After a long time, she said, "before I always punish you, big and small things are strict, I am wrong."

Liu junzhuo's eyes were red. She held the tip of the sword in her arms and said in a low voice, "it's OK, junzhuo. She never complains with her elder martial sister, never..."

"Well, let's... Go back."

"Well."

"Elder martial sister, the sea of Qi has been destroyed. There is no hope in this life. You... Practice well."

"Well."

"Don't lose heart."

"Well..."

Liu junzhuo only dares to respond. Her nose is sour and she sobs in a low voice for fear that her elder martial sister will hear her continuous crying.

With Zhou Zhenyue on her back, two lonely figures trudged on the ruins of the vast remains of the pagoda. She did not know how many times she fell down.

Her palms were bloody, her knees were worn out, and her blood was flowing. She walked far and far, and there was light behind her.

Liu junzhuo kneels on the ground, turns around with her fainted elder martial sister on her back, and looks at the sunrise rising in the sky. The direction of the rising of the sword Pavilion and the sunrise is opposite.

Pure light covered her body full of blood and dust.

She finally got the only warmth and strength from it.

Si Ming... Ning chang

One day, I'll kill you.

She made an oath to the morning sun.

……

……

Ancient lingzong, Jiuyou hall.

A black cloud rose and fell in front of the light curtain, occupying half of the hall, in which Yulei and Shencha floated.

This is existing in the world. All the dark kings have lost their power.

They are not absorbed at the moment, and they are still in a state of being ownerless.

In front of the light curtain in the depth of Jiuyou hall, there were three people, a fox and a cat.

Simang presided over the refining of power, changed the formula, and reduced them a little bit.

Ning long stood side by side with Lu Jiajia. Looking at the light curtain, they were all worried. Ning Xiaoling sits in the front. She shakes her tail and pinches her paws to cheer herself up. Even if he is very lazy, the king of fish, who is domineering in the youyue lake, has now put away his eyes like dead fish, and his eyes have become wise and sharp. It combs its long hair and licks its claws. In the past few months, he has gained a lot of weight in youyue lake. Without the red fish watching, he would have become a useless cat and lost his fighting ability... The king of fish always has a feeling of bathing in the sunset when he thinks about his bloody past. I didn't expect to go through this kind of adventure in my old age. Siming melts all the power into the two swords. She gives the sword to Ning Xiaoling, who curls the hilt with a fox's tail. She sat upright in front of the light curtain and gave a sweet smile to her elder martial brother and two elder sisters“ Don't worry about Xiaoling. Xiaoling is really powerful! " Ning Xiaoling said seriously and squeezed her paws tightly. Ning Changjiu leaned down with a smile, touched her head and said, "well, we all believe in Xiaoling." Ning Xiaoling rubbed in his palm. She didn't delay her elder martial brother's time. After saying goodbye to everyone, she turned and walked towards the light curtain. Turning around, Xiaoling's eyes changed. She took off her usual loveliness and became calm. She is no longer Ning Xiaoling, who wags her tail and talks coquettishly every day. She was Ning Xiaoling, who broke through the white snake temple and killed the white scale and black feather snake with her sword at the time of Linggu Dabi（ Thanks to the helmsman, who is praised by qingliankai and 1234567890!! Thank you for your support