Beyond the Divine States

On the land of Nanzhou, the sword hung empty.

The boundless oasis spreads out in the field of vision, the lakes and swamps reflect the sunlight, like scattered lenses.

The city of Nanzhou is scattered. In the past, it was mostly barren mountains, and there were few people.

Lu married one man to control the sword, while Ning Changjiu carried Shao Xiaoli. The speed of the three men was not fast. They stopped at the gate of liantian town for a while, and finally confirmed that the town was OK. Lu Jiajia stopped on a red grass wasteland.

There is an ancient sword in the red grass wasteland. The ancient sword is rusty, and there is a head rolling down beside it.

This is the head of Jiusan at the beginning. He was waiting for lujiajia here, but he was killed by lujiajia's sword after he spoke wildly.

Lu Qijia is walking on her way back then. I don't know whether she is afraid of her hometown or remembering. She always stops in some places to see the traces left at the beginning.

Most of these traces were erased in three years.

There are more mountains and hills around. Shao Xiaoli's eyes always fall on those mountains. When she was in duanjie City, even if she went out, she saw the desolate rift valley. She had never seen such a lush mountain. The face of the world was brand new in her eyes. She often felt surprised, but she didn't show it. Her eyes just became clearer and clearer.

"It turns out we've come so far."

When approaching the imperial sword Tianzong, Lu Jiayou sighed.

Ning looked back to the north for a long time. The road that jiuying ploughed was covered by grass.

He also said with emotion: "yes, even now the wudaojing has wasted a lot of energy. At that time, you entered the purple court not long ago, and I was still living a long life. We fought all the way to the South wilderness with jiuying."

Lu married and said: "jiuying and I in the first World War, once said that at the beginning he helped Tianjun to kill a pair of Taoist couples. The Taoist couples in his mouth were you and the master, right?"

Ning Changjiu asked curiously, "is this what xueci told you?"

Lu Jia laughed and said, "I guess so."

"I'm getting smarter when I marry." Ning Changjiu never conceals the truth of Lu's life. "In fact, I was the only one who died in that year. My master was the moon flying woman who brought the fire to the moon."

Although Lu Jiajia had guessed for a long time, she is still in a difficult mood now. Is the elder sister, who is as cold as the moon, still the lover of Ning long ago?

Lu Qijia opened her mouth lightly, and her words were full of killing. "How many flowers did you touch in your previous life, and how much grass did you provoke? Let's get to the bottom today."

Ning long sincere way: "really no one."

"Really?" Lu didn't believe it.

Although Shao Xiaoli did not dare to interrupt, she looked at Ning Changjiu with very tolerant eyes, as if to say that she did not mind.

Before returning to the peak, Ning Changjiu asked cautiously, "when I left, did xueci not explain anything to me?"

The first point of Lu's marriage was, "please do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Ning Changchang asked.

"I'll tell you when I'm in a good mood," Lu said

Having said that, Lu Qijia no longer talks about him.

She is not angry about Ning Changchang's past and present fate, but she has devoted herself to the secret Lord, the enemy, the master planning everything alone, and controlling Bai Zang with her body. She is the eldest martial sister of this generation appointed by the master. Of course, she should put the overall situation first. When the world is peaceful, she can settle the old accounts with Ning for a long time.

Before long, the peach curtain falls and the four peaks are hidden in it.

Lu Jiajia is the leader of Yujian Tianzong. Although she absconded with money for a long time, the clan array still accepted her unimpeded.

Three people from a corner of peach curtain quietly sneaked in.

The world inside and outside the peach curtain is very different. Shao Xiaoli looked in and out for several times, and was surprised.

"Can this peach curtain be made into a skirt, a cloak or something?" Shao Xiaoli asked curiously.

Ning Changchang said: "the peach curtain can only work if it is blessed with array."

Shao Xiaoli let out a little disappointed.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing..." Shao Xiaoli raised his head, pointed to the green mountains in front of him, and said, "is this the four peaks?"

"Yes, they are tianku peak, shouxiao peak, Huiyang peak, xuanri peak and Huanbao peak."

"Well... Why are there five of the four peaks?"

"Huanbao peak is the main peak, that's the one."

Shao Xiaoli looked in the direction of his finger. It was obvious that the so-called suzerain peak had been badly damaged. The palace building at the top had not been completely repaired. The four walls of the mountain were landslides and there were no vegetation.

"So why are there five of the four peaks?" Shao Xiaoli still doesn't understand.

"There are still five of the four demon kings in Wanyao city... Maybe it's traditional." Ning long perfunctory way.

Shao Xiaoli is full of interest, "which is the highest peak of Yujian Tianzong?"

Ning long pondered to open his mouth, but Lu Jiajia seemed to predict what he was going to say, and angrily rebuked the two words "shut up".

Shao Xiaoli is a little confused.

Both Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia have entered the five paths. They deliberately hide themselves. No one will notice their arrival among the four peaks.

After crossing the foggy foot of HUanpu mountain, Ning long raised his head, and the scattered star stones on tianku peak were close at hand.

Blue and white sedan car will stop at the waist, hillside snow cherry has not withered, is in full bloom.

Ning long steps slightly stop, seems to be hesitating.

"Don't you want to go back to the peak?" Lu Jiaqi noticed something different.

The closer Ning gets to these places in the past, the stronger his sense of being born becomes. He feels that everything is strange, and he can't even tell whether the world is rejecting him or himself.

"Maybe I'm not from the peak." I'd rather say it for a long time.

Lu said with a smile, "do you still spend so much money on Feng Li?"

Shao Xiaoli was slightly surprised and said in a low voice: "the boss has been eating soft food all the time..."

Ning long also laughed, "yes, it's time to go back to my mother's home."

……

Tianku peak is still the same as it was in the old days. The great demons have been removed and the Taoist sect is weak. The four peaks are in a corner. The bright sunshine does not disperse the clouds in the peak, but reflects a kind of lazy temperament.

The two women are more gorgeous than the flowers and trees.

Ning Changjiu takes a look at the blue and white sedan chair that stops in the grottoes. It was in this sedan that he first gave Lu Jiajia a gold and black body. Its speed today is far less than that of the imperial sword. However, Ning Changjiu is willing to sit in the future if he has the chance.

Shao Xiaoli ascended the stairs. The higher she went, the more restrained and calm her temperament became.

She vaguely remembers that in her previous life, she was on a sacred peak as high as a pillar of heaven, overlooking a distant figure and walking towards him alone.

Now the remote figure is on his side.

Each of them recalled their own words. Occasionally, the sea of clouds rolled under their feet and changed into a myriad of shapes. They were the tides of foam. When they looked at them from a distance, they were extremely thick, but when they floated to their eyes with the wind, they were too thin to grasp.

Lu Jiajia wants to go back to see younger martial sister Yazhu and the disciples she taught herself.

But Ning Changjiu is still deliberately avoiding the world.

When Lu Jiajia goes to Yaping where he practices sword, Ning Changjiu turns around and walks towards neifeng. Lu Jiajia knows his mind clearly and doesn't say anything. Shao Xiaoli doesn't know his place very well. He just comes to have a look and naturally follows his boss.

Ning long returned to the original room. His and Xiaoling's wing room is still empty, as usual.

"Xiao Li, take a rest in your room first. I'll meet some people." I'd rather say it for a long time.

Shao Xiaoli answered.

Ning long quietly came to the book Pavilion and sat in the position where Yan Zhou used to sit. He closed his sleeves and meditated. He could feel that the book Pavilion had invisible fetters and devoured himself, but he still couldn't think of a way to return.

He broke the void, went through the book Pavilion and came to the inner peak.

There are several more closed disciples in neifeng. He went to see Nancheng first. Nancheng has successfully broken through the purple court, and the day after tomorrow's sword body is a grand sight among ordinary monks.

He went to see Le Rou again. The little girl who was against him now has a much more stable temperament. Whether she is meditating and practicing, or her words and deeds, she has the traces of deliberately imitating Lu's marriage.

He went to see Ding Leshi again. After he was beaten by Yan Shi, Zhao xianger's disciple, he abandoned his martial arts and began to take care of the Jingge.

Ning didn't disturb them for a long time.

Time has not even gone, half a pillar of incense, rather long will have nothing to do, nothing to find.

The same is true of Lu's marriage.

Many young disciples only heard her story and didn't know her, and she only saw Yazhu quietly. Yazhu was both surprised and happy about it. She held hands with her at the corner of Jianping and kept talking about the past, with tears in her eyes.

Ning long-term look at all this, the mood is more and more light.

People should be nostalgic, but these old people and old things can't stir up too many ripples in his mind.

Will the fate between myself and the world end

Ning long thought so, surprised to find that I call here the world, rather than the world.

Shao Xiaoli walks tirelessly in the house. When Ning Xiaoling left, she moved a lot of things. Now the room is mostly empty, but she still has the desire to explore, trying to recover the traces of Ning Changjiu's original life.

"Xiao Li."

Ning long returned to the house.

Shao Xiaoli was a little surprised and said with a smile, "are you back so soon? Is the scenery outside not as beautiful as Xiao Li? "

"Well, I don't know what to do." I'm rather confused.

Shao Xiaoli asked: "don't you want to cut the fetters?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "fetters are invisible things, not definite enemies. Because of this, people are confused."

Ning long look around the whole southern state, in his impression, in addition to liantian Town, he seems to only lose money that money.

I travel thousands of miles, only for the money I owed. It's funny.

However, this is also the cause and effect that he deliberately planted. He always has a kind of obsession to stimulate great influence on small things. At the beginning, he used this money to ask the way to see if everything he experienced was controlled by an invisible line.

He temporarily resettled Shao Xiaoli in the peak, and then came to the snow cliff to borrow a piece of money with Lu Jiajia.

So she really only gave him a piece of money.

Ning Changchang protested, but Lu Jiajia scoffed back with "do you want to visit brothels with so much money?".

Rather long with a piece of money on the road, white figure in fairy gas revealed a bit of poverty.

Standing on the Bank of the cliff, he fell into the sea of clouds, drew a sword, stepped on the sword with his toes, cut open the sea of clouds, and carried him to the imperial city of Zhao in the northwest of Tianzong.

Flying sword through the mountains and the wild, the wind is calm and the clouds are quiet all the way.

Ning Changchang's heart was vaguely expecting any changes, but his reason told him, what's the remote place south of Nanzhou, and how many dragons and elephants can he hold?

But unexpected variables came.

When Ning long opened his eyes to the sun, he saw a pair of figures in the vast forest below. They seemed to be injured. In the distance, many people searched for them.

There are many and complicated enmities in the world. Ning Changchang didn't want to interfere, but he was surprised to find that he knew one of them.

He is he Guang. He was once a disciple of Hehuan sect, who exchanged secret scripts with him when he held four swords.

……

He Guang was dressed in a plain green shirt. His clothes were torn when he ran through the thorn forest. There was blood oozing in it. But it was not the injury caused by the thorn vine, but the injury caused by the sword.

He gasped, his hair stuck to his pale face, very embarrassed.

He was followed by a young woman, who was wearing similar clothes to him. She had less blood on her body, and it seemed that he Guang was opening the way for her all the way.

He Guang's sword has a lot of cracks. The handle of the sword is rigidly tied to his hand. His tiger's mouth is broken and the bandage is red with blood.

He didn't know how long he had escaped. His knees were weak and it was hard for him to stand still.

"He Guang!"

Behind him, the woman was the first to stop. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was hoarse. She said, "he Guang, let's not run away. Let's go back. I'll apologize to the patriarch and ask him to let you go."

"Sorry? What an apology He Guang's voice couldn't hide his anger, "is that old man who didn't keep his promise, used his power for personal gain, wanted to take you as a cauldron, wanted to put me to death, do you still have illusions? We managed to escape, how can we go back! "

When the woman heard the words, tears came out of her already red eyes, "where can we go? They are going to catch up soon. We, we can't escape... "

He Guang knew that his tone was more severe. His words were a little soft, and he said: "Qin Er, since I have brought you out, I will send you out alive anyway."

The woman called qin'er was stunned. She grabbed he Guang's sleeve and said, "what do you mean? Are you going to die on your own

He Guang pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

The woman wiped her tears and gritted her teeth: "I don't need your protection! In the hall of Hehuan, although you are amazing, don't forget that I am your elder martial sister! "

"I didn't forget." He Guang answered in a low voice.

Their fierce words didn't last long. In the dense forest behind them, the sound of footsteps swept over like rain. The rustling leaves were stirred into countless pieces. One by one, the figures in Daoyi shuttled back and forth in the forest, spread their wings and pressed towards them.

The roar of the sword sounded wave after wave, like a blade passing by close to the ear.

He Guang shakes his fingers and grasps the sword. He grabs Chi Qin's hand and keeps running forward.

Chi Qin is by no means a weak woman. She immediately pinches a sword formula. The snow-white shadow of the sword dances around the crane, but it is projected towards the dense forest like a crossbow. The crane sword and the pursuer soon touch each other, and the clang sound keeps ringing, and a white crane is cut to the ground.

He Guang was seriously injured. After their position was locked, only ten breath later, the shadow of a Dao Pao assassin caught up with them and jumped over their heads one after another. A middle-aged man was the leader. The rest of the Dao Pao assassins were separated on both sides. They stood in front of them and almost shot their swords at the same time. The shadow of the swords merged into a wall.

He Guang, who wanted to break through by force, was stopped by the sword. He pointed his toes and retreated. In the rear, some disciples surrounded him.

He and Chi Qin are surrounded by groups.

The middle-aged man didn't attack immediately. He youyou said, "he Guang, you're really disappointing. The Taoist temple is more skillful than you. It won the first place and made everyone look at you. The patriarch planned to train you as the next successor. Why are you so disobedient? It's not easy to have a good idea of the decline of Hehuan sect these years. Martial uncle, I don't want you to lose it. "

He Guang holds the sword and stands with blood dripping from its tip. Unfortunately, it's his own blood. He is now a long-lived Shangjing. He is outstanding among his disciples, but after all, he can't beat the elder himself.

He glared and straightened his back as straight as he could.

Chi Qin stood in front of her, and she was also injured, but because he Guang tried to protect her, the injury was much lighter.

"Since he Guang won the first place, why didn't the patriarch carry out the agreement?" Chi Qin asked.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Chi Qin, do you really like this boy?"

Chi Qin is indifferent.

The middle-aged man said bitterly: "the Lord has already chosen a good match for you. At the beginning, he pushed you out just to encourage his disciples. But even the Lord didn't expect that he Guang, the younger generation, could hide himself so clumsily. He really did it."

Although Hehuan sect is not a big sect, there are not many disciples. There is a rule in their sect. When they reach a certain age and level, they will be asked to draw lots and match Taoist partners by themselves.

But this rule doesn't hold for really good students.

There is a Taoist temple Dabi in the clan. As long as he wins the top three, he will have the right to choose his spouse. This year, the clan leader even launched his own disciple Chi Qin, promising to be the first Taoist couple.

"Good match?" Chi Qin sneered: "do you still think I'm a fool? The leader has already been determined. He is the stupid son of the patriarch, right? You just use me as a tool, as a tool for the dog father and son to practice! "

He Guang's birth became a variable, which made her see the true face of the master who was once regarded as a close relative.

The middle-aged man said, "don't forget, you are the abandoned baby brought back by the Lord. What's the matter? Are you going to be ungrateful? "

Chi Qin is dumb, her heart is bleeding, and she is struggling for it these days.

But he Guang laughed: "has he ever treated elder martial sister qiner as a person? What can I say about the hypocrisy and the sanctity? "

The middle-aged man looked at he Guang. He didn't get angry. Facing a man who was at a dead end, he didn't deserve to be moved. He just stretched out two fingers and said, "now I'll give you two choices. One is to hand over the sword technique you used in the Taoist temple at that time, and then go back to his ancestral home to stab his shoulder bone to confess his guilt and think about it for three years."

He took back a finger, light way: "two, die here."

He Guang is too lazy to answer.

Fate is what you control. Where is the turn of life and death to be decided by others?

He clenched the sword, gathered the sound into a line, and said, "do you remember the swordsmanship I taught you? Run, run to the sword heaven sect, and show them this set of swordsmanship. They are a famous family. They will accept you... "

Chi Qin's heart was slightly shocked when he heard the imperial edict from Tianzong.

This is the most powerful clan in Nanzhou today. How can he Guang be associated with them?

It turns out that the sword skill of the Taoist temple is

"It's Yujian Tianzong sword technique. No wonder it's so powerful." The middle-aged man looked at him with a smile. The method of gathering sound into a line had no effect in front of him. He said: "famous family? It's just good luck. The Lord of the clan is a great man and will become the leader of the rejuvenation of Hehuan clan in the future. "

He Guang bah, and said: "well, the grand ceremony of yin and Yang, which is in line with the road of heaven and earth, has been cultivated by that old dog into an obscene skill with only lust. He is not worthy to be the patriarch at all!"

"He doesn't deserve who?" The middle-aged man knew that he was stubborn, and he was too lazy to persuade him.

It's heartbreaking to have a good seedling, but if you fold it, you can also fold it. The big plan matters.

He Guang keenly catches the opportunity to kill him. Instead of being a lamb to be slaughtered, he "runs away" with a low drink. He holds his sword in both hands and pours at the middle-aged man in a desperate way.

The middle-aged man didn't make a move, and the sword light on both sides had been pressed up.

Chi Qin was stunned for a while. She was not so strong. At the moment, she did have the idea of running away, but her back was like a nail, which made it difficult for her to move. Just for a moment, she made up her mind to fly on the sword and cut it like a waterfall to stop the falling sword on both sides.

He Guang knew his elder martial sister's choice, and he didn't know whether to be sad or happy. But in a moment, his elder martial uncle's realm was far higher than that of him. It was his best way to escape here.

The middle-aged man calmly stretched out his two fingers and pointed them up.

The sword hit the finger.

"Why?" The middle-aged man was surprised.

This sword was supposed to be the end of the crossbow, but it burst out with amazing strength. At the moment of contact, a drop of blood was stabbed out of its finger.

The middle-aged man quickly withdraws his fingers, turns his palms and throws them out to break up the meaning of he Guang's sword. His hand, which had been defeated by him, stretches out his fingers again, draws a sword and cuts it to he Guang.

He Guang doesn't know what happened to his previous sword.

At the moment, he was all over the body. He could not escape the coming sword.

But his sword seems to have a spirit. He drags his body to avoid danger and danger. Then he automatically puts out his sword move and pounces on the middle-aged man.

Because his sword was tightly tied to his hand, his body moved with it. It looked like he was controlling the sword.

"What else are you hiding?" The middle-aged man's hair and beard were all open, and he finally got angry. The shadow of the sword flickers in the forest, and the two figures rise and fall. It's hard to win or lose for a moment. The middle-aged man can clearly feel that the other side is still in the state of long life, but this continuous sword move seems to be alive, exquisite and unspeakable, which makes up the gap of the state completely by virtue of the ingenious moves. This... How is this possible?! The middle-aged man soon calmed down. With a low drink, he made a deep effort to push he Guang back temporarily. Then he raised his head and said to the empty Lin Jianlang, "who is the master? Can you come out and see him?" The voice resounded in the forest. Just echoed a round, the voice was shattered by a young man's indifferent words“ Do you want to see me? " The middle-aged man was shocked. He suddenly turned back and saw a quiet young man in white standing behind him. His white clothes were floating and his eyebrows were like immortals. More shocked than the middle-aged man is he Guang“ It's you? How... How are you... "Although his temperament has already changed, he Guang recognized him at a glance. What's his name? He has a headache. The middle-aged man stared at the enigmatic boy and said in a cold voice, "are you a disciple of Yujian Tianzong?"“ Well Ning long nodded. He has been watching the play for a long time. He doesn't like to sit on the sidelines, just to find out the whole story and right and wrong. Although he wants to avoid the world now, he can't watch innocent people die in vain. What's more, the secret book of Hehuan sect really benefits him a lot. The middle-aged man hesitated to open his mouth, but Ning Changjiu was the first to say: "do you want to press me with your clan, or do you want me to think about the clan's feelings?" The middle-aged man was told that he was on his mind. Instead, he calmed down and said, "we can make a deal. I have to take this disciple away. It's a private matter of our family. We can't interfere." Ning long shook his head and said, "no way." The middle-aged man said: "as far as I know, although Yujian Tianzong is a famous family, its leader is not in the peak. The strongest jingyangxia is only on the eighth floor. No matter how talented you are, you are just a disciple..." his voice became lighter and lighter. Because the boy in white approached him. He wanted to do it, but found that he could not lift his arm or move a finger! The power in his body seems to have been emptied, and he can't bring up the slightest bit of it... No, it's his own action that slows down... How can it be?! I'm also an expert on the second floor of the purple court... Even the friars at the top of the purple court are absolutely impossible“ You... Who are you? " The middle-aged man's tendons burst out: "what kind of magic art is this?" Ning Changjiu said, "this is power." Authority... Authority! The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes to crack. It's a legendary thing. It really exists in the world“ You, you are five... Five realms... No! No way The middle-aged man trembled all over and then screamed bitterly. Before he finished speaking, Ning Changjiu pulled out his sword and thrust it into his sea of Qi“ It's just five, not enough. " Ning long light said. The middle-aged man spat blood on his mouth and fell to his knees. Ning looked at he Guang for a long time and said, "he is a useless man. You can decide his life or death. The rest has nothing to do with me." He Guang knelt down and looked at him. The fight on the other side also stopped. Seeing that the martial uncle was defeated, no one dared to fight any more. They all knelt down to the white relegated immortal. Ning long wanted to leave, but gently shook his head. Although he saved he Guang, their patriarch's pursuit of he Guang will not stop. If he can't cut off this cause and effect fundamentally, he will only involve more. In this case... Ning long looked at he Guang, and suddenly asked: "is your Hehuan clan short of a good leader?"