Beyond the Divine States Chapter 3: : meet a self

It was a pair of clear, very pale eyes.

Like the fog hanging at both ends of a waterfall, it also resembles the falling sparks of the midwinter night.

He looked sideways, frowned at the crazy walking corpse and the fainted girl.

Then he stretched out his finger and clicked towards the vicious corpse with some uncertainty.

The candlelight faded away, and there was silence.

After a while, the young man stood up, looked at the rotten flesh that was torn apart on the ground, closed the coffin and said: "It's really weak."

Then he looked at the dying girl, he frowned, and the previous scenes appeared like a glimpse of light, he only felt a little pain in his head, as if he was looking at a difficult question, then he raised his index finger. It fell between her eyebrows.

The finger was still **** and dirty, but it didn't tremble at all.

……

Autumn breeze is coming, the moon starts in the east, silver is blowing across the mountains, and the towering palaces are like snow and frost.

When he came to the gate of the temple, the people outside had already escaped.

He looked at his hand with his corpse spots fading, his brows were slightly furrowed, his lips trembled, and he whispered:

"Ning...for a long time?"

There really are people with the same name and surname in this world?

Or...this is my name?

He picked up the copper coin on the threshold, gently pinched it, and looked through the hole of the copper coin.

Autumn leaves shake shadows, and the bright moon is whirling across the night fog.

Between the bright moon, he seemed to see an illusory Taoist temple, many pieces of memory slowly mixed into his mind, but could not be put together completely for a while.

"Who am I... on earth?"

He stood still, the night wind blew the robe, like a bird flapping its wings, and he did not return in the night wind.

……

Ning Xiaoling woke up three days later.

After the exorcism, Ning Qinshui violently died. At dawn the next day, Song Fang dared to bring people to collect the corpse. He was shocked to find that the old Taoist had become a pile of rotten flesh and bones, but his two apprentices looked like All are still alive.

After all, the catastrophe survived, so he arranged for someone to send them back to the deserted yard.

At this moment, the soup medicine is boiled on the small stove, and the strong medicine smell is gurgling along with a lot of white mist.

When Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes, she happened to see Ning Changjiu lift the lid, staring at the boiling medicine inside, frowning.

Ning Xiaoling looked around, the vermilion lacquered wooden bed, the curtain half-dangling, and the red lanterns hung between the ancient shelves.

"This is..."

She wanted to stand up, but she felt that her hands and feet were limp, and she couldn't help her at all. She felt more like thousands of ants biting in her head. After thinking about it, she felt a headache.

She was wrapped in a quilt and curled up tighter. She seemed to recall some scene. Her pupils shrank slightly, and her body trembled, and her cold hands and feet were not warm.

She raised her head cautiously, smelling the strong scent of medicine, and she felt more and more unreal.

"Where is the master?" she asked softly.

Ning Changjiu said concisely: "Dead."

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, the evil spirits that poured into her body and the heart-piercing wailing sounds lingering in her ears, she suddenly opened her eyes, trying to calm down: "Then how do we survive? ?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Perhaps it is good luck."

Ning Xiaoling naturally didn't believe this statement, but she didn't ask any more. She always felt that brother, what was weird...

Ning Changjiu put the cattail fan in his hand aside, poured the medicine into the bowl, and handed it over: "Okay, drink the medicine."

After taking the medicine, Ning Xiaoling's body warmed slightly and finally gained some strength. She recalled Ning Changjiu's method of pouring medicine, and she always felt something was wrong.

"What kind of medicine is this." She asked casually.

Ning Changjiu said: "Song side sent it, I've seen it, there is no problem, it is the thing that calms the cold and warms the body and nourishes the purple mansion."

Ning Xiaoling said, she put the empty medicine bowl on the wooden cabinet beside her, and hid her hands under the quilt, her petite body shrank into a ball, like a little fox.

"Brother...thank you." She whispered.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Thank me for what?"

Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously: "You were in front of me at the time, I remember, I treat you the way I usually treat you, you really... don't hold your hate."

Ning Changjiu said: "Actually...I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, and remembered a lot of things."

Ning Xiaoling was startled and asked: "What do you think of?"

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, his voice was like a wind sinking to the bottom: "I remembered that Master killed me."

Ning Xiaoling frowned slightly, and the scene of that night was shrouded in her memory like a nightmare. At that time, Ning Qinshui used the so-called "treasure amulet" to clearly want them to replace the dead ghosts. I don't know what happened later. What happened, both of them survived.

How could the brother forget such an unforgettable memory? Could it be the fluke that Ning Qinshui still has the affection between the master and the apprentice?

Why is there such a fool?

Ning Chang did not continue speaking for a long time. He shook his head and said: "You are going to rest and recuperate, I will go out for a walk."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and gave a hmm.

The door of the house is wide open, and the cool breeze is blowing in the eyebrows. Not long after, an autumn rain will sprinkle on the courtyard, pattering.

Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat under the eaves, looking at Qiu Yu. In his eyes, those raindrops were countless silvery white threads hanging down from the sky.

He suddenly raised his hand, maintaining it at a certain height, motionless.

I don't know how long has passed.

Ning Xiaoling was wearing a white single-coat, and she happened to see this scene when she rolled out the curtain. She was slightly surprised, and she walked silently back into the room.

The next two days were exceptionally calm. Song Xian ordered the people to deliver medicine and food on a daily basis, and when they were well, he would give them a sum of money and then send them out of the imperial city.

Ning Changjiu seems to have no injuries, but Ning Xiaoling is not as simple as hurting the muscles and bones. Her meridians are a bit swollen and cracked. If it hadn’t been secretly practiced before, with spiritual energy, she would definitely not be able to walk at this moment. The Purple Mansion, where he was practicing, was almost directly torn up that night, and it took a long time to recover.

At night, Ning Xiaoling lay down on the bed as always, and Ning Changjiu carefully applied medicine to her shoulders and back.

Ning Changjiu sat on the edge of the bed, putting away the plaster.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly said: "After you get well, the money that Master hid privately will be divided. It is not easy for you to take care of me, so I should take more."

Ning Changjiu said: "You take them all, I don't need them."

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and rubbed her temples suddenly: "My head hurts a bit, I can't remember where to put it."

Ning Changjiu said: "A stroke under the compass, a stroke after the stove, a stroke on the fifth beam from left to right, and a stroke in a hidden grid under the bed."

The oil lamp was shaking with fireworks, and the girl lowered her head, her forehead hair covered her eyebrows, she rubbed her arms with no expression.

Two pairs of silence.

Ning Xiaoling took the lead in breaking the peace again: "They blame me, knowing that the old thing is unruly, but still so careless, I should check that symbol."

Ning Changjiu nodded, and said: "The most difficult thing to build a **** is always the knife behind it."

Ning Xiaoling turned his head, with watery eyes open, and asked: "Brother will never harm me, right?"

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, and said naturally: "Of course not."

Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly, seeming to comfort herself: "Well, brother will never blame me for harming me...but, but..."

Ning Changjiu watched her calmly, waiting for her to ask.

Ning Xiao[笔趣阁5200www.bqg5200.me] Ling raised her head suddenly, her cute little face looked thin and pale at the moment, the girl’s eyes flashed, alert and fearful, she opened her mouth, finally I said the words that seemed to freeze in my throat:

"But...who are you?"

With a sound, a flower of oil suddenly exploded on the side of the sleeve.