Beyond the Divine States

In the middle of August, cicadas are noisy.

Around the top of the waterfall peak, like wisps of cloud, like the sword boat hanging on the blue screen, slowly pushed towards the distance.

In recent days, the torrential rain has washed several rounds, and the hot and dry weather is still continuing. The pool excavated from the back of the Lord's hall is full of water. Lu Jiajia often bathes in it to relieve the tiredness of the whole day.

The body of five immortals is free of dirt, and the skin and water reflect each other like immortal pistils that will never wither.

Shao Xiaoli has never been slack. The skill she practiced was handed down to her by her master in duanjie city. She still doesn't know what the name of the skill is. She only feels that it is in agreement with the supernatural power.

Ning Changjiu meditates in front of the hall. His body is nailed to the ground like a nail, while his spirit slowly rises to the sky. He overlooks the whole world with the eyes of Taiyin. He gradually forgets himself and enters the realm of heaven and earth.

His realm is steadily improving.

When he broke through the situation many times, what he felt and realized was not that he was marching towards the higher place of cultivation, but that a certain figure was standing on the high place, where he wanted to return and integrate with the shadow.

Gradually, the white clouds in the sky turn back, the cliffs and waterfalls turn back, and all the celestial phenomena here take him as the center and circle with his spirit.

Lu Jiajia rises slowly from the pool with green shadow. The water drops fall and fall into the pool. Her beautiful back falls in it. It looks like the strange moonlight in the clear sky. She puts on her clothes, wears a jade belt lightly, and goes back to the hall barefoot. In the hall, Shao Xiaoli, who is practicing, has a river running and rolling like a colorful Satin jade belt around her.

Ning long shoulder, three feet gold black fly gently, around the body and Ming.

Now, even the confused Jinwu seems to know who is the boss on the mountain.

Lu Qijia can't help but think of the years when Ning long forged his sword with Jinwu. His eyes are long, but the years can't go against the current like the clouds in the sky.

Lu Jiajia took a rest in the hall for a while to dispel the sleepiness of these days. After long-term meditation and breathing, his consciousness floated back from the sky. His body seemed to be much lighter. Stepping on the steps to the mountain and entering the hall, he was like a rootless duckweed floating in the water.

"Going south today?" Fearing to disturb Xiao Li's practice, Lu Jia asks in a line.

Ning long felt the increasingly thin aura in the mountains and nodded gently: "well, the aura in the kingdom of Jinwu is almost consumed."

The golden awn on the wing feather of the golden black which fluttered around Lu's wife was also a little dim.

Lu Qijia reached out to tease Jinwu and said, "yes, Jinwu is also a little girl. We can't treat her badly."

"Well?" Rather long look slightly different, "congenital spirit is not no gender?"

"You don't know?" Lu Jiajia also felt strange and explained: "when the master invited me to dream, he told me the story of shooting at the sun. On the ninth day of your birth, you shot eight, and the last queen Jinwu surrendered to you and turned into your spirit."

"Queen? There are other things... "Ning long looked at Jinwu's eyes, and he thought, in this way, the mythological logic can be more complete.

Jinwu was the spirit of the golden arrow. Now 3500 years later, this Jinwu should be the last arrow to survive.

I didn't expect that it could be divided into male and female, but I didn't see it all the time... I had studied it carefully in the past

Lu Jia's eyebrows slightly frowned, "what are you thinking?"

Ning long innocent way: "what else can I think?"

On the other side, after Shao Xiaoli's breath adjustment, the looming river flows into her eyes with her eyes open. After her eyes are bright, they return to silence, like a long river frozen.

"Is master leaving?" Shao Xiaoli rubbed his eyes and asked.

Ning long nodded, "well, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Shao Xiaoli got up to salute, and said, "my apprentice, I'd like to see you off. Master, have a safe trip."

Ning Changchang nods with a smile. He reaches out his hand and touches Jinwu. Jinwu turns into a golden streamer and flies back. He reaches out his hand and grabs a sword in the hall. The sword buzzes and flies to the front of him. Ning Changchang gently points his eyebrows with his fingers. The eyebrows open. The famous sword turns into silver light and comes into his body.

When Ning long wanted to get up and go out of the hall, Lu Jiajia suddenly got up, "wait a minute."

Ning long stopped to look back, but saw Lu Jiajia slowly come to him, tiptoe slightly, and lean forward to kiss him. Ning long did not react, but felt soft and close, with snow petals pressing each other. The slightly hot summer turned to cool, with more fragrance.

Shao Xiaoli was surprised and thought that in broad daylight, how could they be in front of themselves

"This is what xueci asked me to bring to you." Lu Jia's wet lips pursed and smile.

Ning Changjiu's heart moved, and he couldn't help looking at Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli was surprised and looked aggrieved. He thought that simang had gone too far and even plagiarized his own ideas!

"Well... Thank you, Cher." I'm rather embarrassed.

Lu Jiajia imitated Siming's cold and clear and charming tone and said, "sister xueci also said that I can't be with her in the next few months. I hope my husband won't blame me."

"My wife?" Ning Changchang was slightly stunned, imagining xueci's aloofness, shook his head and said, "is this really what she said? How could she be so obedient... "

Lu Jia's eyes narrowed: "do you want to be good when you get cheap?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "I dare not."

He said goodbye to Lu Jiajia and Shao Xiaoli, remembering in his heart a rainbow long haired simang who came out of the mountain with his sword.

At the moment, his figure is the invisible rainbow light. He makes a turn on the four peaks, and then soars into the sky, bumping the fragmented stratus into a fish scale flocculent.

The sword's air flew over the sky and flew southward. Within half a fragrant time, he crossed the tribal groups beside the abyss and came to the South wasteland.

The South wasteland is vast, full of towering ancient trees, steep cliffs, deep streams and valleys. The terrain is complex, and the shapes of many mountains are quite strange and unnatural. They are more like the relics of ancient gods' fighting.

At the beginning, yechan Palace used the moon as a sword to kill fufu with one strike, making his kingdom sink to the bottom of the earth. Although the kingdom of God is invisible, the curvature of the space should have squeezed the southern wasteland. The southern wasteland is generally sunken towards the middle, forming a huge landslide like valley. In the middle of the valley, there are thousands of peaks standing high, just like the sword of a giant rock pulling up into the air, just like the sacred tower of an ancient god, attracting pilgrims from all directions.

Ning long dressed in white, the rainbow fell to the low-lying pool in the forest, silent, like a wind that had no intention to wear the forest, and did not even disturb the dragonflies on the pond.

After the heavy rain, the broad leaves of the ancient trees still store rain. With the wind passing over them, the rain falls again and again in the dark forest.

Thousands of raindrops are clear, but they don't show the shadow of Ning Changbai.

The curse of the southern wilderness lasted for hundreds of years, deep-rooted, even if it is lifted, the forest is still floating slightly

The trees on the outer edge are straight and straight. Deeper and deeper, the trees are all like ghosts who devour the resentment, staggering, half dead, but surprisingly tall.

Ning long hand, feel the aura in the fingertip flow.

He stood silent for a while, shook his head gently, and then drifted deeper.

After passing through the outer layer of forest, a huge cliff stands in front without any sign. It falls down like a waterfall of clouds flowing from the forest. It's white and thick, dark below, and full of lush ancient mosses. They are as tall as bushes. They grow along the river, and the river is clear and white. In the distance, there is a faint call of ancient animals,

Ning long opened the eyes of Taiyin and looked around for thousands of miles. He could feel that there were countless invisible barriers in the air around him. These barriers were like a huge talisman, blocking something.

These barriers have weakened, but they are still floating invisibly, like isolated islands, densely distributed on the northbound Route from Nanzhou to Middle Earth.

There is no special reason. Ning Changjiu just feels that they seem to have something to do with him.

He raised his sleeve, and the sword came out of his sleeve, and shot at the barrier in the air. The barrier was in disrepair for a long time, but it was not firm. In an instant, there was a crack, and it was smashed to pieces by his sword.

Ning long put away the sword, the figure toward the bottom of the valley.

In principle, the lower the area, the more Aura there will be.

All the way north, he cut through the barrier and swept toward the center of the southern wasteland.

During the 700 years of the southern wilderness, there was no one to set foot on. During this period, there were countless natural resources and treasures. He had already entered five courses. These treasures were of little benefit to him, but Xiao Li still needed them, so he collected some.

With the eyes of Taiyin, no matter how cunning it is, it's hard to escape in my own eyes.

He escapes into the snow waves of the river and picks beads from the ground. These beads are the ancient demon's magic pills. With the river washing, they are deposited here. He moves close to the bottom of the river and comes to a huge cave. In the dark cave, a huge cone-shaped snake head slowly emerges. It's a python, and the pupil is as big as others.

It swam out from the deep bottom of the river and drove to Ninglong. Ninglong held out his hand and pressed it in the middle of his head. The python slowed down a little, so he rode on his head and walked with it through the intricate caves at the bottom of the river.

In the middle of the river is a grotto, in which snakes are wriggling closely. They are around the center of a stone platform, on which is placed a dark green seed. The seed has broken its shell and sprouts in the twisting thousands of snakes.

Ning had been close for a long time, and his sword eyes opened. It was confirmed that this was the green fire Tung wood that survived from the ancient times. This kind of Tung wood is extremely precious. Burning it can quench the spirit body, which should have disappeared thousands of years ago.

This is a rare chance for anyone.

But Ning turned a blind eye to it for a long time.

If he is seduced by the treasures in the world, he will limit his practice.

Ning long took away some of the pearls collected by the snakes, and the demon Dan left the Python and continued to sneak down the river.

In the southern wilderness, there are many surprises. Ning long saw many rare treasures that should have disappeared long ago. No matter what kind of treasures were obtained by practitioners, they are enough to write a legend centered on him.

But rather than take a look at anything for a long time, he only collected some regular and ingenious herbs.

He didn't need to collect these immortal grasses himself. The local Aboriginal animals collected them for him. He just needed to rob them.

He plagiarized treasures from the nests of the descendants of the ancient dragon, the ancient gods, the Phoenix blood demon Finch, the Millennium fierce demon, and the little squirrel. The descendants of the ancient fierce beasts could feel his authority and dare not move rashly. Only the little squirrels were so angry that they jumped up and down and chased him.

Ning long searched and plundered all the way. When he met the barrier, he broke it. The animals along the way dared to be angry. The squirrels hated him to the bone.

During this period, he also found many traces of the city, as well as some broken images of gods.

Most of these statues are carved on the cliff. They are ancient and decadent, corroded by acid rain, and can only be vaguely distinguished from each other.

Ning long speculated that this should be the image of the great God in human imagination.

The whole southern wilderness can be called the place of God's burial, and the abyss of Southern wilderness is the tomb. The pilgrims of fufu have already died, and the resentment of 700 years has been dispelled by the moonlight.

Ning long gave birth to a sense of separation.

It was two days later that he came to the center of the southern wasteland.

……

Liu junzhuo has also set out.

She wrote down to Liu Xiwan the way and mental method she would practice later, and after repeated instructions, she left the street anxiously.

Before she left, Zhou Zhenyue told her that Jun was originally king when she was given the name, but the master hoped that she would become the king of the sword in the future, and Jun meant to be a beautiful jade, so she changed to Jun.

Shifu's high expectations for her are actually the biggest in the sword Pavilion. At the beginning, she was not convinced in secret, so she would punish her for every mistake. Now I find that Shifu is really right.

The king in the sword is as beautiful as jade, and the way is brilliant

Liu junzhuo thinks about her name and shakes her head with a smile. Although she has reached five peaks, she has no confidence in this expectation.

She came to the long street.

There are willow shadows in the river beside the street. Ducks and geese are mixed, chasing and frolicking in the water. In the distance, some people are singing and absorbing in the dialect they don't understand, and some children are chasing and running by. They are singing and reciting nursery rhymes.

Willow on the embankment, he Qingqing

Liu junzhuo walked silently through the street, sword through the green mountains, and toward the southern wilderness.

Although there are countless fierce and ancient beasts in Nanhuang, it is almost like walking on the ground for a monk like her.

She was dressed in a skillful sword suit, with white clothes on her upper body and black skirt on her lower body. Her waist was raised very high, and her heroism was more elegant than that of a sword bearer. Her eyebrows were less proud than half a year ago, but more determined.

The most concentrated part of Nanhuang's aura is the central part. She has no distractions and turns a blind eye to the treasures.

When she reaches a sufficient level, she will even abandon the sword, abandon all the shackles given by the secular world, and reach the real realm of heaven and man.

Liu junzhuo knows that she is still in the bottleneck. She needs to fight hard all her life to find an opportunity to break through the situation, but it's hard for her to find such an enemy in the world

What's more, for the sake of master's great plan, she could only choose forbearance.

In the southern wilderness, Liu Jun Zhuo drives on with her sword. When she is sleepy, she takes a rest in the sword field and drinks wine. Sometimes when she is hungry, she steals nuts from a squirrel in a tree hole. The squirrels attack her in groups

Liu junzhuo knew he was wrong, but he didn't fight back. He swept all the way down the low slope, shuttling between the incredible landscapes, feeling the traces left by the ancient god sites, which was a secret wonder.

Five hundred years ago, the catastrophe was set off in the central part of China. It should not have harmed Nanzhou. However, there are traces of divine warfare everywhere in this southern wasteland. When was it left?

Liu junzhuo vaguely felt that he would encounter any chance.

She had been lucky until Jiange was in trouble.

Liu junzhuo is chasing the clouds flowing in the mountains. The sound of his sword is like thunder, which makes the wild animals in the South dare not move.

It was three days later that she came to the South wasteland.

One after another, she was a little tired from the sword. The thousands of mountains that she saw out of thin air made her sober. Since ancient times, there has been a legend that the most gifted people have seen the wonders of the world and learned the truth. She also felt a little sword meaning from these peaks.

Liu junzhuo closes her eyes and follows the meaning of the sword. Her figure disappears between the peaks.

Sure enough, the aura in the center of the southern wilderness is so strong that it's unimaginable. In the mountains, countless auras turn into liquid, forming the flowing water of aura in the mountains, and falling down like a waterfall.

There are so many similar pools of aura, each of which can be called a real blessed place for monks.

Among the mountains on both sides, there are countless caves formed naturally. However, there are not many living creatures here because of the excessive aura.

Liu junzhuo was very satisfied with this. She stepped on the empty sword and took off, looking around.

Liu junzhuo's accomplishments can only be looked at in general terms because of the complex geography of Qianfeng. After she felt that there was no danger, she went back to the mountains and dug out a cave with a sword at the foot of the mountain as a seclusion place, ready to devote herself to practice.

Liu junzhuo didn't know that when she entered the peaks, a pair of eyes fell on her quietly.

……

Ning long never thought that he would see her here.

A few days ago, he promised Lu Qiaojia that if he met Liu junzhuo, he would avenge her. Lu Qiaojia laughed and questioned his ability.

And today, this brave and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

There are so many coincidences in the world

Ning Changjiu originally intended to let Jinwu eat here, but as soon as Liu junzhuo appeared, he immediately put Jinwu away, hid in a deep cave, took out the divine bow from Jinwu, hooked his fingers on the invisible bowstring, watched her silently, waiting for the opportunity.

He has a good impression of Liu junzhuo, but it's only three months since the eclipse. He can't be soft hearted to the disciples of the sword Pavilion.

Even if we can't kill each other, we should make her suffer a lot.

He wrote a sword book, handed it out quietly and sent it to Yujian Tianzong, telling his wife that he had a chance and would come back later. Then he watched Liu junzhuo in silence, just as he did outside Tianhu peak.

He was ready to bow and shoot at any time.

When Liu junzhuo first entered Qianfeng, she kept a high degree of vigilance for everything around her. Instead of meditating at the edge of Lingqi pool, she used her sword to patrol the mountain. It took her half a day to explore the terrain between Qianfeng.

There is no special remnant site in Qianfeng, which is more pure than other places in Nanhuang.

Every one of these peaks is filled with a vast aura, which can be called a fairy mountain. When people's footprints go deep into the wilderness again, this place will surely become a place for the big gate.

After touring the mountain, Liu junzhuo's heart relaxed a little. She went back to the center of Qianfeng, came to the cave where she had dug before, and finally began to practice meditation.

When she was practicing, she specially condensed a sword idea and turned it into a breeze around her body to investigate the danger for her when she was wandering.

Liu junzhuo is extremely gifted and diligent in practice. Within half a day, the pool of aura around her is filled with her sharp and frosty sword spirit. The aura turns into a frost dense fog, covering her whole body. The beautiful side of the woman's face is covered by the fog, and the immortal spirit comes out of the dust.

Every other hour, she completed a big Sunday's Tuina, and practiced the secret of the sword Pavilion.

The sword technique of the sword Pavilion originated from the sage. Each sword has the momentum of breaking mountains and seas, breaking mountains and breaking peaks. Now, with Liu junzhuo meditating, many shadows appear around her. Each shadow is her. The shadows dance gracefully, and they perform hundreds of sword moves together. Finally, they are all unique and belong to her eyebrows.

A day later, Ning Changjiu deduced the inner door mental method of the sword Pavilion into its rudiment.

He is not in a hurry to start. In the future, he will have to fight Jiansheng. Now he can take advantage of Liu junzhuo to get familiar with Jiansheng's moves.

The next day, he finished the derivation of the inner door mental method of the sword Pavilion, and he also tried to practice for a while, trying to know himself and the other.

To his surprise, the second gentleman, who seemed to be a proud and cold beauty, also had another side - she often used cliffs as painting books and swords as graffiti when she was practicing Taoism.

Ning Changjiu thought it was a sword move at the beginning. After careful observation for a long time, he found that it was just graffiti.

The painting skills of the second gentleman are not very good. Most of the paintings are made of matchman or simple patterns, which are quite abstract. However, she is very keen on painting. When she is tired of practicing, she creates many "famous paintings" on the cliffs. The main characters of these paintings are herself.

Ning can recognize it for a long time only because she has given the name to the painting.

Such as "Mujun's ten battles against dragons", "Mujun's ten bloody battles against giants", "Mujun's ten hands picking stars" and so on.

Mujun ten should be the name of the play she gave herself, and each word takes a part of her own name.

Liu junzhuo has heard many mysterious stories since she was very young. At that time, she began to fantasize that she could become a hero in these fairy tales. Now she has the ability to open mountains and seas with one sword, but the innocent girl in her heart seems to have been lingering in the same place.

It's just these little emotions that she can only show when no one is around.

She thought that one day, people might look at her stone carvings and ponder deeply, so she couldn't help smiling.

Today, the ten girls of Mujun have created another painting. In the painting, she is sitting in front of a crooked table, full of weights.

The reason why Ning Changjiu can recognize it as a weight is that Liu junzhuo named the painting "every bet wins Mujun ten".

“……”

Ning was silent for a long time, thinking that Mr. two really didn't have any self-knowledge.

On the evening of the third day, the setting sun was fading away, and the moonlight was gradually rising. Liu junzhuo went to lingtan for a better bath. His black and white clothes were neatly folded by the pool, like a knife cut tofu. Ning Changjiu sighs and looks at all this. I don't know when the arrow is on the string. But it didn't happen.