Beyond the Divine States Chapter 112: : Xianger’s Devil Training

In the courtyard of the old house, the snowy area is messy, and the crystal snow surface reflects the moonlight, like the red grass beach in autumn and early winter.

After Ning Changjiu put on a clean new dress, he stood a few feet away from Zhao Xianger. Both of them untied their swords and only fought with each other.

Ning Xiaoling moved a stool and sat under the eaves of the yard. She looked after them with the red umbrella and sword. She rubbed her hands, clasped her hands on her chest, and felt disappointed in not being able to watch them double repair. The tense standing posture of the people also disappeared, leaving only strong expectations.

Ning Changjiu clasped his fist and said: "Miss Zhao doesn't need to be merciful."

Zhao Xianger rubbed his bones and couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Don't worry."

I wanted to beat you a long time ago.

Ning Changjiu also took a deep breath, staring at Zhao Xianger's fists and feet earnestly, recalling her previous fists and feet when she killed the butcher, slashed the bone demon, and fought against the white lady, predicting the route of the embankment in her heart.

At this moment, he looks serious, yet he hasn't realized that his decision will be the beginning of a nightmare in the next month.

At a certain moment, Ning Changjiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a crisp sound of bone bursting in his ears, and Zhao Xianger disappeared from the field of vision in front of him.

She did not suppress her own realm. At the moment when her body was activated, her spiritual power suddenly flooded her whole body, even at the ends of her hair, a faint ray of lace surged, and the moment her body penetrated, her figure appeared. It has been ejected like a projectile. The loose white skirt instantly clings to the front body, and the skirt flutters backwards, and the agitated long hair is more like a black lightning. At the same time, she retracted her left fist to her waist, and her right fist Hit the front door without fancy.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to pick it up with his palms sideways. He first used the force of the curling grass and grabbed her with both hands. But as soon as his palm touched Zhao Xiang'er's arm, he was shocked by the aura from her body. The palms were slightly numb, and when Zhao Xiang'er's hands were about to meet him, she suddenly changed her strokes, turning her shoulders and arms, twisting her waist, and her tight left foot instantly brought the snow all over the floor and attacked. Ning Changjiu's waist.

Ning Changjiu had anticipated it earlier, but his fist arm was moved forward by Zhao Xianger's movement of fists, and he also leaned forward along with his body. At this moment, Zhao Xianger swept his leg and he only had time to retreat half a step. , Stretched out his arms to stop, wanted to shake her strength and grabbed her ankle.

After the two collided, Ning Changjiu's arm was almost broken in pain. The foot was close to his arm and hit his waist, knocking him down and flying for a few steps. Zhao Xiang'er gained power and was not forgiving. There was almost no pause in her figure, and another kick against his chest. Ning Changjiu blocked his arms, but was kicked firmly in the center of the mouth, and then retreated.

He still had time to adjust his breath in the future, Zhao Xianger's fist came again, that punch did not attack the face again, but the body was slightly rounded, fists sideways to the waist, after Ning Changjiu barely caught the two punches, he moved Slowly, Zhao Xianger directly seized the opportunity and grabbed her arm. Her forearm was twisted like a thread, and her strength exploded in an instant. Ning Changjiu's arm was pulled and pressed, and the body was already around. When he reached his back, he twisted his hand onto his back, and then hit the back of his neck with a finger.

After a few tricks, Zhao Xianger simply and neatly defeated Ning Changjiu head-on.

Ning Xiaoling on the side looked thrilling. She knew that sister Xiang'er's realm was a lot higher, but in her heart, the senior brother was also quite powerful. How could she get through a few rounds of tricks, she never thought, this is not After two moves, she was caught by sister Xiang'er.

Ning Changjiu's arm was captured, and the back of his neck was touched by a finger sword. He had to lean forward and kick back with one leg. At the same time, his muscles and bones resembled feathers, and the spiritual energy between the bones suddenly became vigorous. He wanted to get rid of Zhao Xiang'er's hands, and when his feet were in force, Zhao Xiang'er had already noticed that he kicked his calf with the toe, then stepped hard, bent his knees and slammed into Ning Changjiu's knee. Bend, kneel on one knee in the snow.

Zhao Xianger held down his body, with a gushing anger in his heart. In the mentality of fighting the prodigal son of the prodigal for the people, he slammed his back with a punch, and Ning Changjiu's body was hit. Flew out, rolled on the ground and then smashed into the snowdrift.

Zhao Xiang'er patted her hand and proudly said: "Do you still feed the fist?"

Ning Changjiu loosened his numb arm and stood up from the snow. He looked at Zhao Xiang'er calmly, and suddenly felt that he was not only inferior to others, but also in his fist and foot skills. Xiang'er is also very far away. He patted the snow on his shoulder and said: "Since Miss Zhao is asked to feed her fists, how can there be any reason to give up halfway?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Then I won't spare any effort."

Ning Changjiu put out a boxing frame according to the martial arts in his memory, and his expression became more solemn: "It's just a shot."

Zhao Xiang'er nodded: "If you can't bear to beg for mercy, remember to be softer, don't be **** your lips."

Ning Changjiu furrowed his brows slightly, recalling the speed of Zhao Xianger's punches, thinking about the way of parrying, and said: "If I accidentally win a move and a half, your Highness should not be ashamed and angry."

Zhao Xianger coldly hummed: "I don't know whether to live or die."

She didn't want to make multiple hands, but as soon as Ning Changjiu said this, her murderous intent skyrocketed in an instant, just like before, her black hair and white skirt shook silently, and her figure flashed like a long electric light. The afterimage was shocked, and a punch came again.

Ning Changjiu could barely see this punch, and the number of strokes of this punch was almost the same as the previous first punch.

He sinks in his mind, but the four words "re-applying the old technique" have not yet formed in the sea of ​​knowledge, but that punch seems to break the space and a punch. The distance that was originally a little far closer in an instant, Ning For a long time, his pupils shrank sharply, trying to avoid his sharpness, but his body movements were always slower. The fist had hit his forehead, causing him to lean back.

Zhao Xiang'er looked cold and said: "There is no sincerity in the greasy mouth and tongue. I dared to point my sword at me before and punish you ten punches first."

In the voice, Zhao Xianger’s fist is like a shadow. Ning Changjiu’s previously condensed figure has been dispelled by the first punch. After that, he took a slow step. All the movements of the fists were led by Zhao Xianger. And he himself is not very familiar with the boxing technique, and the few damaging moves that occasionally come up with are also nowhere to be used under Zhao Xianger's airtight offensive.

Zhao Xianger’s complexion is like snow, and the knuckles on the tip of her fist are exquisite and translucent. It looks like a jade that shatters at the touch of a touch. However, when it falls to the ground, she has enough strength to knock the steel into collapse. The power of Ning Changjiu exploded after the two fisted, and the surrounding space shook a circle of ripples, and after each collision, Ning Changjiu's body was forced to retreat a few steps.

As soon as he advances and retreats, Ning Changjiu’s defensive momentum finally collapsed in Zhao Xianger’s chest punch. Zhao Xianger seized the opportunity and dismantled all his remedial forces. A fist hit his chest like a drum, making him back again and again, and finally smashed out like a sandbag, hitting the wall of the yard with a bang, sinking into the wall, and slipping out after a while.

Zhao Xianger closed her fist temporarily and asked coldly: "Is it enough?"

Ning Changjiu leaned back against the wall, shook his body, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said: "Come again."

Zhao Xianger sneered, and when she reached her body, she opened Ning Changjiu's barrier with her hands, grabbed his shirt on his chest, pushed him violently, and slammed him into the wall again, waiting for Ning Changjiu to react. , Zhao Xianger punched him again when he wanted to stick out of the wall, which made him ooze from his nose and plunged into the wall again.

Zhao Xianger is like making a specimen. No matter where Ning Changjiu tried to break free from the wall, she was ruthlessly smashed back.

After dozens of punches, Zhao Xianger seemed to be a little tired. She pulled Ning Changjiu, who was trapped deep in the wall, out, then cut her elbow into his chest, and slammed him into it again. .

Ning Changjiu's face was full of blood. He opened his swollen eyes, looking at Zhao Xianger, still resolute.　Zhao Xianger frowned and bit his lip and said: "What can I do?"

Speaking again, he pulled him out and fell to the ground, kicked him in the waist, kicked him and slipped out, like a shovel, shoveling high snow along the road.

At this moment, Ning Changji had been beaten with almost no resistance. He was sore all over, and the beating of his heart had accelerated. Between the expansion and contraction, there seemed to be some sound hidden, like a baby crying.

That touch of spiritual awareness was interrupted again by Zhao Xiang'er's fists and feet. He was lifted up high and slammed into the snow that was shoveled up by his body just now. Zhao Xiang'er stepped on his On the chest, condescendingly asked: "Is it enough?"

Ning Changjiu's chest is like a boulder, let alone speaking, he is very difficult to breathe at the moment, but he still stretched out his hand, grabbed her ankle, stretched out his hand and twisted it sharply, but the realm of the two was different. It's too big, Zhao Xiang'er is obviously so petite, but he doesn't move at all in his strength, like a mountain that lives peacefully.

Zhao Xiang'er took a deep breath, and was a little upset about the boy who refused to beg for mercy. She twisted his chest with her toes and twisted his chest so painfully. She recalled Ning Changjiu's relationship with herself today. During the dialogue, that smiley face made her unconsciously roll up her sleeves.

Ning Changjiu, who would be severely beaten even if she was ready, felt cold when she saw her roll up her sleeves.

Next, in the courtyard, Ning Changjiu, who has always regarded himself as a clank of iron and bone, had his mouth opened. The first few screams were very stuffy, but they became more and more tragic afterwards, which made Ning Xiaoling couldn’t bear to listen. She saw I regretted the terrible situation of the brother, but it did not stop it. After all, this should also be the way of the brother...practice?

Well, brother's practice method is really special.

She closed the door.

In the yard, with the help of Zhao Xianger, Ning Changjiu slid into the sky and hit the ground again. In the end, Ning Changjiu fell into the snow with scars and bones, and he was unable to make any punches. She didn't even have the strength to pretend to resist, but Zhao Xianger was sweating and her hands and feet were still hot. She looked at Ning Changjiu, who was lying like a corpse, and wondered how many punches he could withstand, and was eager to try.

In Zhao Xiang'er's scorching eyes, Ning Changjiu finally couldn't resist, raising his hand to indicate that he would temporarily truce.

In the room, Ning Xiaoling heard nothing outside before opening the crack of the door and took a look. She was relieved to see that Zhao Xianger was pulling her brother up to get up.

Zhao Xiang'er grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood from his face, and sarcastically said, "You are so weak and dare to make a three-year appointment with me? When the time comes, I will step on my face when people are watching. Good-looking? Hmm...you won’t be just like this, right?"

Ning Changjiu wanted to refute, but he was beaten so that he couldn't say a word, just hummed weakly.

Zhao Xianger picked him up, and suddenly the light flickered, as if something fell from Ning Changjiu's body to the ground.

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, her finger hooked, and her spiritual power was wrapped in a silken object that fell into the snow, and she floated it out of thin air and hooked it to the palm of her hand.

That's a...silver hairpin.

Zhao Xianger asked: "Why do you have this kind of thing on your body? Which woman's?"

Ning Changjiu took a look with his swollen eyes open. Although he did not see clearly, he vaguely remembered that it was the hairpin of Lu Jiajia that he borrowed that day. At that time, Lu Jiajia did not ask for it, so he forgot to return it. I kept it by my side, thinking about returning to the sect after New Year’s Eve and returning it to her.

Ning Xiaoling, who was standing behind the crack in the door, also remembered. Before she had time to defend her brother, she saw Zhao Xianger holding the silver hairpin in her hand and smiling: "Oh, I remember, this It’s Miss Lu’s thing. I didn’t expect that you, who claimed to be a gentleman just now, not only stole other people’s personal belongings, but also hid it close to you. I didn’t expect you to have such a hobby. You are really a gentleman."

Ning Xiaoling looked at Zhao Xianger's fierce look, knowing that brother was going to be unlucky again, and quickly closed the wire door, went back into the quilt, and covered his ears.

Ning Changjiu wanted to explain, but at this moment, there was no way to speak. Zhao Xianger played with the silver hairpin for a while, then pressed him to the ground and beat him again, as if he had this Punishment for weird collectorism.

Next, Zhao Xianger grabbed his collar and dragged him into the room. He burned half a tank of water and asked Ning Xiaoling to treat his injuries. Then he went to the next room to practice.

Ning Xiaoling wrung out the hot towel and wiped the wound on his body, tearfully said: "Brother, or don't practice in the future, Sister Xiang'er is not serious, if the brother is broken What should I do?"

Ning Changjiu lay on the bed, his muscles were tearing apart, and under the stimulus of this sharp pain, he could keenly perceive that in the depths of the Purple Mansion, something seemed to be beating uneasily. , It is like a chicken that keeps pecking at the eggshell, and every time Zhao Xianger hits the body, he is actually knocking at the door.

It's just that his monastic gate is like a complete iron plate, with no gaps in sight, and it is desperately strong.

Ning Xiaoling wiped the wound on his back, while Ning Changjiu twisted his eyebrows, and said in a weak voice: "Continue tomorrow."

Ning Xiaoling cried her face in mourning: "If the brother kills sister Xianger, how can I avenge you?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, you can't die..."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother is really strong, if I were to beg for mercy without getting two punches."

Ning Changjiu sighed in his heart. If he didn't know that Zhao Xianger would not be able to kill herself, I would definitely not have the confidence to bear so many punches from her, and I don't know where there is so much punch in that small body. Especially when she later grabbed a few punches in the hairpin, which made him overwhelmed with anger and almost fainted directly.

Ning Changjiu's eyebrows trembled, because he was not too sleepy after waking up soon, so the feeling of pain stimulated him more soberly. This kind of pain was different from the past, when he was fighting with the snow fox that day. , The blade pierced his chest and passed through his back, his whole body spasm-like pain many times more than now, but he didn't have the powerlessness at this moment, and that powerlessness was derived from fear.

Fear grew in his heart.

His current sea of ​​air is like a bottomless abyss. In his sober perception, he seems to be standing on the edge of the abyss. He can clearly perceive that there is a heartbeat in the abyss.

It seems that there is something going to rush out of the darkness at any time, swallow itself, and replace it.

He hated this feeling, and even had the urge to tear the Qi Hai Zi Mansion to pieces when he was weak.

"Brother?" Ning Xiaoling watched him keep her eyes closed and frowned, and her spirit was very wrong, so she hurriedly called him.

The consciousness that was originally wandering on the edge of the abyss was pulled back. Ning Changjiu was sweating profusely, and suddenly opened his eyes, seeing Ning Xiaoling's pretty face full of worry, and secretly relieved.

He became more certain that something was tempting him in the depths of his anger.

He clung to his mind and temporarily filled the defect in his mood.

Not long after, the exhausted body and mind still pressed him to fall asleep, but he didn't sleep too long, and half an hour later he woke up again.

After he woke up, he vaguely remembered that he had a dream. In the dream, he saw a bright red sun. In the center of the sun, there are countless complicated and straight lines staggered like fine lines of fireworks, vaguely It is a huge epitome of a majestic city.

The bright red sunset pressed the infinitely huge city against him, but he was not afraid in the dream. In his subconscious, he felt that this huge red sun should crawl under his feet, surrendering and trembling.

And this kind of pride in the world was quickly broken.

After waking up, Zhao Xianger, in a clean white dress, put her hands around her chest, leaned her back against the door, turned the silver hairpin in her hand, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Are you resting? Continue."

"?" Ning Changjiu was surprised. He thought Zhao Xianger was joking, but after a while, he was dragged up by her again. Ning Xiaoling symbolically stopped him and wiped his dry cheeks. , Sent the brother out.

Zhao Xianger looked at him and said seriously: "I think it's hard to make a big breakthrough in a short time like this."

Ning Changjiu looked at her in fright: "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Xianger frowned and said: "It's not you who let me feed the punch? What is your expression? Want to regret it?"

Ning Changjiu straightened his expression and asked: "What is Miss Zhao's suggestion?"

Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said: "Physical training is stressful. Since you are only one line away from entering the profound, you can never relax in any time. From now on, every half an hour, I will Give you a punch. When you feed the punch, you can only take a breath. If you can block a few punches in one breath, you will start the next round. Do you understand?"

Ning Changjiu felt the pain of tearing between the bones, erased the retreat in his heart, and made a decision: "Just listen to Miss Zhao's instructions."

Zhao Xianger was satisfied with his perseverance and said: "If you really can't stand it, you can tell me."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How to say?"

Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said: "Just call your Highness for mercy three times."

Ning Changjiu also sneered.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at his smile and slammed it with a punch without warning.

After Ning Chang reluctantly resisted a few moves, he could no longer resist the offensive. He could only defend passively. Under the bombardment, he retreated steadily, and was smashed into the wall or pressed on the ground again and again. On the face was a hearty beating.

This is how I spent these days "calmly".

Ms. Bai seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding with them. Neither side rushed to make a move. Time passed day by day. In addition to daily practice and helping Ning to feed the fist for a long time, Zhao Xianger also felt a sense of it. She looked at the high-hanging red moon and knew where her anxiety came from, so she would stand silently in the courtyard every day, weighing how much her body had recovered, before she could cut the red moon. broken.

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These days, Ning Changchang has changed a lot of clothes, and Zhao Xianger's "fist feeding" time and method of fist feeding are becoming less and less particular.

For example, when eating, Ning Changjiu complained that today’s meal was too hard, and then learned from Ning Xiaoling’s mouth that it was Zhao Xiang’er who was cooking, and he just got beaten up and couldn’t easily eat a bite. Zhao Xianger was dragged into the yard again in the name of a discussion, and beaten severely.

From then on, Ning Changjiu, besides being beaten every day, had one more task to cook.

While Ning Changjiu was resting, he talked about some sword principles with Zhao Xianger. There were disputes between the two. Zhao Xianger also often suggested to practice true knowledge. After she pulled Ning Changjiu back with her nose and swelling, Ning Changjiu was The sword theory she explained again and again praised the exquisite and unparalleled.

As for these moments, Ning Changjiu silently remembered one by one, thinking that one day he would get back the spot. Although this fighting spirit inspires him, it also has a negative impact.

Sometimes when Ning Chang slept for a long time, he would dream of some "real thoughts". When Zhao Xianger heard these thoughts accidentally, he would be dragged up and dragged to the yard to learn martial arts.

And he didn't even know what he said.

But at the same time, Ning Changjiu's body did continue to recover. From the beginning he was beaten with no resistance. Ten days later, he was able to dismantle several tricks and was knocked down again. He often thought about it. The realm is the same, who wins or loses with him.

This idea was seen through by Zhao Xianger, and she agreed to compete with him on the same level.

And this contest did not last long. In the fifth move, Ning Changjiu's fist accidentally hit a place that shouldn't be hit. His arm stiffened for a while, and then he saw Zhao Xianger's cold and frosty face. face.

She grabbed his arm with her backhand, and all her strength pressed on it.

That day, Ning Xiaoling heard an unprecedented scream in the house.

And that day, I don't know if Zhao Xianger felt guilty for being too heavy and took care of him personally for a while.

Zhao Xianger sat aside and asked: "Will you hate me?"

Ning Changjiu said weakly: "The punch I asked you to feed, this matter is actually hard for you."

Zhao Xianger was silent for a while and asked: "Then why do you talk about that when you sleep?"

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "What did I... say?"

Zhao Xianger said: "You often call my name. If you don't hate me, why do you always call my name?"

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and asked, "Is there anything else I said?"

Zhao Xianger said coldly: "What else do you want to say?"

Ning Chang did not speak for a long time.

Zhao Xianger hesitated for a while and said: "If you still want to call my name in your dream in the future, remember to bring my last name, so don't let anyone misunderstand."

"..." Ning Changjiu suddenly felt a headache.

After saying this sentence, Zhao Xiang'er was a little irritated for some reason. She grabbed Ning Changjiu's ears and pulled him out of the bed: "Hey fist."

Ning Changjiusheng followed out irresistibly.

What made him even more desperate was that Zhao Xianger found two mahogany swords from nowhere, and she threw one to him: "Aren't you good at punches and kicks? Try another sword?" /

Ning Changjiu took a breath: "His Royal Highness, this sword is eyeless..."

Zhao Xianger waved this peach wood sword, satisfied, and said coldly: "Look at the sword."

Ning Changjiu's screams refreshed history in another day. It's not that his true swordsmanship is too low, but that his current body simply can't use magical swordsmanship.

Time passed so hard. After Ning Changjiu woke up every day, he had to learn fist or swordsmanship with her. He often wondered whether it was she feeding herself punches or giving her a sandbag.

It's just that, even with such hammering, the bottleneck of his path into the profound is still unable to be broken. As time passes, even Zhao Xianger can't understand it, wondering if his body has been cursed. Why is it so abnormal.

Approximately a month, one day, Ning Xiaoling was taking care of an injured senior in bed, but Ning Changjiu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Something is wrong." Ning Changjiu said.

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Huh? What's wrong with brother? What's wrong?"

Ning Changjiu seriously said: "Zhao Xianger hasn't beaten me for an hour and a half."

Ning Xiaoling sneered and said: "Senior brother is still addicted to being beaten?"

Ning Changjiu slowly shook his head and asked: "Where did she go?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, then shook her head and said: "I don't know, she asked me to take good care of my brother when I got up this morning, and then I didn't see her, so I should go..."

While speaking, Ning Xiaoling's speaking rate also slowed down.

She and Ning Changjiu looked at each other and saw panic in each other's looks.

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By the bank of the yellow spring, Zhao Xianger stood by the water, and on the opposite bank, on an old wheelchair, Mrs. Bai sat quietly. Behind her, the young man with the head bowed pushed the wheelchair and led her Arrived at the bank of Huangquan.

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