Beyond the Divine States

Ye Chan palace can't remember the first time she broke away from the gray soil and looked at the blue planet.

At that time, she could not see too far, but she could feel that there should be creatures running and birds flying on the star wrapped in the atmosphere. This kind of feeling is very strange, according to reason, at that time she should have no concept of life.

After that, there was a ten thousand year view.

Without mild wind and dew, laurel grows in the harsh climate.

She has been watching on the moon for thousands of years, and before she could see the blue star, she didn't know what she was looking at. It was her long childhood, her consciousness as vague as a baby.

In her view, loneliness seems to be the innate thing of life.

On the last day of October, yechan palace was sitting on the iron cable bridge of the ancient lingzong. Her legs wrapped in white cotton stockings swayed in the wind. She looked up at the sky and couldn't help recalling her long life.

The fate is so wonderful, she has come to the world that she has looked at for thousands of years, but she has no sense of alienation in a foreign land.

Ning long sitting beside her, two people together on the bridge overlooking the stars.

In the days after she came back from Xuhai, yechan palace held Jinwu most of the time, but her cold did not get any better. She was still cold in most of her clothes.

During the day, ye Chan palace curled up on the bed most of the time.

Everyone was worried about her safety. She only said that it was the life habit of the moon and there was no need to worry about it.

But no one knows that although she has the right to dream, she can never dream when she sleeps. It was painful, but she could also get a little peace in the pale hours of her sleep.

Many times, after ye Chan Gong woke up, she found that she was holding a soft pillow in her arms.

She thought it was other women who put it in her arms, but after asking, she said it was her own casual embrace.

It's really strange that I can't dream. How can I do this subconscious action?

She didn't think much.

She is still like the shadow of the moon, the breeze can't lift her hair.

Ye Chan palace knows that if one day, his hair is blown up by the wind, it means that his connection with the moon will be completely split.

"The world is spinning." Ye Chan Palace said.

"What?" Ning long took back his eyes from the river of stars and looked at the girl beside him.

Ye Chan palace gently shakes her head. She presses her forehead with her finger and says, "nothing. I think of something before."

"Master, have a good rest." Ning took off her coat and put it on her.

Ye Chan Gong said, "how have you been practicing recently?"

Ning Changchang said: "the restoration of the kingdom of Jinwu has been almost completed. In three days, simang and his wife will be in charge together."

Ye Chan palace nodded, everything is still in order.

After the completion of the construction of Jinwu Kingdom, he really had the ability to fight against the chamber of the kingdom of God, and even declare war on the existence of higher places.

Finally, as long as the death of the sword saint is confirmed, the threat of the whole world will be basically wiped out.

"By the way, what are the fragments of consciousness floating in the Nanming sea? I have seen something similar in the ruins of the remains of the pagoda. Do you know the origin of it? " Ning long talked about it again.

Since Xu Hai came out, they have discussed the matter roughly. Tonight, Ning long asked again.

"The lonely city is high, and the God's bones are buried. The northern Ming Dynasty is Xuanqing, accompanied by Kunpeng. At the end of the cloud Kingdom, Wang Zhu sank. The tomb of ancient Huang, the black dragon's head is cut off.... "

Ye Chan palace read out this passage slowly. If the night cloud floating in the sky had a sense, it turned into a five clawed dragon.

"Is it really a candle dragon?" Ning long looked at this piece of cloud, asked softly.

Ye Chan Palace said: "the candle dragon has already died in the God war at the beginning of Taichu period. We have witnessed it at that time

Ning Changchang asked: "are these fragments of consciousness left before death? What does it want to guide us? "

Those fragments of consciousness are buried in the depths of the earth's crust. If it were not for Jiansheng and Tianji, the ruins of the pagoda and the fragments of Nanming's consciousness would never have been seen again.

"I'm not sure." Ye Chan Palace said: "there are many unsolved legends in the world, such as the four elephants chopping the dragon and the" worship the golden dragon, you can live ". No one knows where they came from... Maybe someone in the past had spied some secrets and didn't dare to speak up, so they passed down by nursery rhymes or legends."

Ning long nodded. These legends may be like evil stories, they will be expressed, hidden under the skin of the story.

"The ruins of Guyun tower, Beiming, Yunguo, guhuang and Nanming are all the former residences of Gulong. Without exception, there are legends about the burial of the candle dragon. However, there are different opinions in different places. No one knows where the candle dragon was buried." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"The cloud kingdom is close to Beiming. It used to be an immortal Kingdom on the sea of clouds. Later, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and the immortal Kingdom collapsed together with the dragon column, leaving no traces." Ye Chan palace talked about the past.

"What about Gu Huang?" Ning Changchang asked.

"Gu Huang is in the northwest, that is, near the Shenhua building." Ye Chan Palace said: "I wanted to go to see it, but the bronze horse came faster than I thought, so it was delayed. Maybe there's a secret there. "

Ning Changchang said: "if there is a secret, the Third Elder martial brother must have discovered it for a long time after sitting in the Shenhua building?"

"Not necessarily... In fact, it doesn't matter." Ye Chan Palace said: "the Yin Fire of the candle dragon has already gone out, and there is no hope of resurrection. It may be useful for us to find out what it wants to express, but we should not disturb the original plan."

"Well, I know." Ning answered for a long time.

At the beginning, most of the ancient gods were dragons, and the number was huge. After several disasters, they were on the verge of extinction.

Yechan Palace said a lot tonight. Her weak body coughed gently. On the iron rope of Henghu, her figure was even more subtle, which made people have the illusion that she would fall at any time.

Ning long gently held her, such as holding a flower slanted by the wind.

On the tightrope bridge, it is difficult for a girl with delicate body to sit firmly. She grabs the tightrope, one leg lightly strides over the long tightrope, and the whole body sits on its side, and then it is stable.

She looks strange in this position.

If the chain was a horse, she would be riding on it.

Holding the chain in both hands, she looked up at Ning Changjiu and said, "this is the last day of October."

Ning Changchang didn't know why and didn't dare to look at her face directly. He said calmly: "yes, the next month is Yuanjun month. In the first battle of Nanming, Tianji suffered a lot and was still recuperating. But if the Dark Lord insisted on killing us and burning Yuanjun's star, it would be very troublesome. "

Ye Chan palace was silent for a while, just said: "now you should not think too much about things outside the Dark Lord."

With these words, the girl stood up with the iron chain. She turned and walked towards the direction of Jiuyou hall.

The girl's hair is quiet, but her black skirt is floating in a small range. The contrast between the big red bow and the thin waist is sharp and exaggerated.

She walked like a little girl who had just learned to walk.

Ning long carefully behind.

When you come to Jiuyou hall, the night wind blows, and many slender petals are blown by the wind. It's a kind of flower in autumn. Now it's getting colder and colder, and it's going to be killed by the cold wind.

Ye Chan palace stopped when she passed a flower tree. She reached out her hand and broke down two fairly good flowers.

Ning long thought she was Lianxiang.

But she gently turned around and stood on tiptoe, sticking a flower on his collar.

Ning long puzzled, he looked into the girl's eyes, but heard her speak coldly: "happy birthday."

Ning Long Zheng in place, he looked at the girl's eyes, the tip of the nose is still lingering with the fragrance of flowers, for a moment, the eyes seem to swallow the stars, in addition, he can't see anything.

He can't remember his birthday.

Back to God, ye Chan palace has come to the edge of the cliff, another flower gently thrown toward the West.

"Happy birthday."

This is to Zhao xianger.

In this life, they were born on the same day.

"When is the master's birthday?" Ning long asked immediately.

"I..." yechan palace gently shook his head: "I don't remember."

……

When Ning long returned to the main hall, he saw Siming cooking noodles.

In his heart, he thought that everyone except himself remembered his birthday. Just as he wanted to say something from the bottom of his heart, he saw that Lu Jiajia and Siming had a bowl each and ate it together.

“……”

Ning long this just remembers, oneself have never told them about the birth date at all.

October passed peacefully.

November is late autumn, and the world is bleak like a poem written by Jiuyou.

It was a rare and peaceful day. Everything was going on in good order and nothing extra happened.

Ning Changjiu spent a lot of time on hard work every day, trying to make the kingdom of God close to the scale of that year. Lu Jiajia and Siming also took turns to enter the kingdom of God, adapting to the new kingdom with him, and then continuing its power.

Zhao xianger has three thousand worlds, so this former Xihe temple will be inherited by simang, and Lu Jiajia will become the owner of the original 81 immortal sword. When the time is ripe, she will take back all the rest of the immortal swords scattered in the world.

After practicing Taoism, Ning Changchang would accompany Xiaoling to the underworld and reincarnation sea to have a look, or sit in the red chamber with Xiaoli and look at the light outside. Shao Xiaoli is very diligent and gets up early every day. The first thing is to tear up yesterday's calendar for her master.

Ning long felt that she was reminding herself of something.

Well, every day is a brand new day.

Of course, in addition to talking with the master, more often, he was still with Siming.

He claimed that he was teaching the inner door mental arts of Hehuan sect. At this time, he would also release Liu Xiwan's spiritual state and let her go with Lu to practice sword skills. Liu Xiwan was puzzled by Ning Changchang's behavior and thought that it would be better to have more people?

Shao Xiaoli also has some complaints about this, because her box has been confiscated by Ning Changjiu and has not been returned to her.

Yechan palace is always like that, even if put on the lovely clothes, is still cold inside, like a girl disguised as an adult.

On November 3, at dusk, ye Chan palace wakes up from her sleep. She puts on her small shoes and goes to the big mirror of the Ming Palace. Jiu you helps to clean up her clothes. Ning Xiaoling also brings the warm-up medicine.

Ye Chan palace knew that the soup made from these precious herbs had little effect, but she drank it obediently.

She pursed her lips and returned the bowl and spoon politely.

"How do you feel today, master?" Ning Xiaoling sat beside her and asked anxiously.

Ye Chan Palace said: "every day is the same."

After that, she added: "but after drinking the medicine soup of young age, I feel better."

Ning Xiaoling smile, she packed up the residual medicine back to yechan palace side, accompany her to talk.

"What's the problem today?" Ye Chan palace took the handkerchief and gently wiped the medicine juice on her lips.

Ning Xiaoling said in a low voice: "can I ask Xiao Li what kind of person he was in his previous life?"

Ye Chan palace way: "ask this to do what?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Xiao Li will pass through our Ning family sooner or later. I have to help my elder martial brother to check it."

Ye Chan palace very pale smile, way: "compared to this, you should want to leave the underworld, accompany him?"

Ning Xiaoling was surprised and said: "although the master has great powers, he can't peep into people's mind."

Ye Chan palace looked at her and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Ling's mind has been written in his eyes. As long as he is not stupid, he can see it."

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised and said to herself, "is it so obvious?"

One side of the nine you listen to the clouds, she stared at Ning Xiaoling's eyes for a while, whispered: "what mind? I can't see it at all... "

Ye Chan palace lightly smile.

Ning Xiaoling covered her eyes and ran out.

As the light subsided and the night fell again, ye Chan's palace took a look at the calendar on the table. With a little speculation, she knew that Siming and Lu Jiajia had really entered the kingdom of Ning long.

At the thought that the statue of Xihe would be moved out, the halo in her eyes moved involuntarily.

But that's all.

Ye Chan palace sat at the table for a while.

She felt that she was getting colder and colder, which could not be suppressed by Decoction at all.

The sleepiness came again.

The leaf Chan palace body shakes, faintly feel, this time after sleeping, probably want for a long time to wake up.

Just as she put her arms on the table and her cheek was about to rest on the back of her hand, a sense of lucidity came back.

Ye Chan Gong Zheng for a while, vaguely guess what happened, immediately toward the hall.

……

"What is the name of this temple in the future?"

In the throne of Jinwu, Ning Changjiu and Siming are still discussing whether it is called xueci hall or Siming hall.

Ning long insisted on calling it snow porcelain, but Siming despised the word "snow porcelain" as the name of the temple. It was too soft and insisted on calling it Siming.

"By the way, where did you throw the statue of Xihe?" Asked simang.

"Of course, it's placed in the middle of the kingdom of God as the statue of the goddess of the town." Ning Changjiu said.

"Hum, I used to say that I would completely renovate the temple for my sake. It's really a lie." Siming sighed and looked around. He found that there was no change in this temple except for the lack of a statue of Xihe.

As Xihe moved to the center of the kingdom of God, his status seemed to be more respected, which made Siming a little unhappy.

Of course, she just said it willfully. If she really forced Ning to do it for a long time, the next time she saw Zhao xianger, she would be a widow.

"Liar!" Siming snorted again.

Ning Changjiu asked: "how do you want to renovate it? Or we'll replace this throne with a golden crucifixion? "

Siming's pupils shrank, and a picture immediately appeared in her mind. Then she clenched her lips, and her long hair changed into a pleasant red.

Rather long a Leng, way: "really want to change?"

Si Ming Bing Mou fiercely stares at him, the fist has already waved up, "change your head!"

Rather long reach out to parry, but also dare to defend, "is not your own like it?"

"Where do I like it?"

"Your hair..."

"That's Xihe's hair cream. There's something wrong with it! It, it slanders me

"How could..."

"Why not? Do you believe in Xihe or me? "

"Believe you..."

Rather long and fast surrender.

Then simang angrily stopped and said, "don't talk about this topic in front of others. Do you understand?"

Finally, the hall was decided by simang and named xueci hall.

In less than ten days, she will be able to complete the integration with the temple and become the Lord.

In the past, she never thought that she would become an official of the kingdom of God again in this way.

They are planning their future battle plan. Suddenly, Ning long looks up and looks up to the sky.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, as if a line which had been cut off for a long time had been gently hooked up again.

Siming felt the same way.

They looked at each other and immediately left the kingdom of Jinwu and plundered to the outside of Jiuyou hall.

Yechan palace is standing at the gate of Jiuyou hall, looking up at the night sky.

They walked gently to the side of yechan palace, left and right, and looked toward the sky together.

"What's that..."

Ning long looked at the bright spot in the sky, which was bigger than ordinary stars, and it was more like a piece of irregular edge.

Simang immediately thought in the worst direction: "is the sky broken? Is dark day coming ahead of time

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "no, it's not like..."

"Did a star explode?" Simang was more confused.

Ye Chan palace gently shook her head. She looked up at the starry sky and said, "that's the moon."

……

"The moon?" Simang stared at the spot and said, "how can the moon..."

Ning long but understood.

The moon is covered, not disappeared. The dust of Fuxing can't block the light forever. Now that Tianji and Jiansheng have failed one after another, the shelter outside the moon prisoner may not be able to support.

Of course, the most important thing is that someone should be cleaning up the dust every day.

"Hard work, fifth elder martial brother." I'd rather say it for a long time.

Ye Chan palace nodded: "only the old five is dedicated to cleaning up the dust. The matter of Tianbei should be shelved."

Ning Changjiu said: "there are priorities. In our hearts, your safety is the most important."

Ye Chan palace stretched out her hand, like catching a bunch of moonlight.

Her white cheek finally fell some soft color.

"Thank you." Ye Chan Gong said softly.

She held the beam of moonlight, crushed it and sprinkled it on her head.

This is the power of dreams.

Moonlight reappeared a corner, she also once again seized a little weak power.

That night, everyone had a good sleep.

In the dream, they went back to the middle of nowhere.

In the dream is not considerable, is still the spring genial appearance.

In the inner courtyard, Siming and Lu are fighting for who is the elder sister of the master. Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger are sitting by the stream, and their fingers touch each other. It's a beautiful scene, but Ning Changjiu can always feel a sense of killing.

"Xianger, long time no see." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"You didn't see me. I can see you every day." Zhao xianger's quiet road.

"Er... What do you see?" I'm rather flustered.

"Guess what?" Zhao xianger squinted like a kitten and gave a smile.

It's better to keep your back cool for a long time.

Zhao xianger threw a stone into the stream: "if you can enter the dream again, it means that the master's power is recovering, right?"

Ning long nodded and said, "the moon is showing. At least it can guarantee the master's life."

"Well." Zhao xianger asked, "when will you come to Xiguo?"

"Well?"

"I mean, your two elder martial brothers and sisters are in Xiguo. They miss you very much, so I'll ask for them." Zhao xianger said casually.

"My plan with the master is to go to the mythical building first, and I'll come to the west country to find you immediately after my trip to the Shenhua building... Well, find elder martial brothers and elder martial sisters." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"Why go to Shenhua building?" Asked Zhao xianger.

"You should have seen the fragments of consciousness in Nanming sea, too?" Ning Changchang said: "at that time, the sword sage should have sensed the fragments. He would appear in Nanming, which might be related to the fragments of the ruins of the skeleton tower. He has been to the rest of the fragments, and the last ancient Huang remains is near Shenhua building. I guess if Jiansheng is still alive, he will go there. "

"To find the candle dragon?" Zhao xianger shook his head and said, "the candle dragon has already died."

Ning Changjiu said: "but this is the last ray of hope for Ke Wenzhou, so he should go."

"Be careful. If you are beaten too badly, they will be sad." Zhao xianger looks behind him. Lu Jiajia and Siming are not as persistent as fairies and goddesses, and their clothes are covered with broken grass.

"Be careful when I come." Ning long said it briefly and firmly“ Well, there is a boundary pillar outside the western country. After that, it will be in the territory of three thousand worlds. When you come, I will find you. " Zhao xianger said in a clear voice. This sentence also fell to Siming's ears... Well, when you go to the west country, you must never cross that boundary monument. Siming had a problem in his mind. Outside the gate, there was another knock. The knock on the door was light and formal“ Xiaoling and Xiaoli are here. " Ning Changchang said, "Xiang'er... Haven't you met Xiao Li yet?"“ Yes Zhao xianger said faintly, "don't you still bask in the sun together?" Ning Changjiu looked at her in shock and asked, "do you not practice any more on weekdays?" Zhao Xiang'er pursed her thin lips and said, "is it not practice to cultivate one's mind?" Lu Jia goes around the big tree to open the door. The door opened, Ning Xiaoling and Shao Xiaoli carefully looked inside. Then Ning Xiaoling sat up from the bed. The moon only shows less than one twentieth of the light spot, and ye Chan palace just wants to try the integrity of the dream. Just now, the power of the dream collapsed. Ning Xiaoling has a headache holding her knees. She walked slowly to the throne in her pajamas and nightdress, sat down and raised her head gently. Her consciousness linked to the reincarnation sea and saw the moon spot outside. Vaguely, she knew that the elder martial brother would leave again soon. Every time I leave, whether I can come back is unknown. The girl was sad. The next day, when the elder martial brother came to the hall, she summoned up the courage to step forward, stretched out her hand and knocked the elder martial brother on the head three times. Ning long looked at her in a daze. Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "don't forget it!" Two people are concentric, he also understood Ning Xiaoling's meaning very quickly. In the middle of the night, the hall of the underworld was empty. Ning long walked into the hall and saw a figure with his back to him. The figure is delicate and beautiful, wearing the clothes of Lu.