Beyond the Divine States Chapter 181: : Shura

Shenxiang stood at the door, looked up slightly, and looked over Shao Xiaoli's head to the courtyard. I saw that the white-clothed boy seemed to be practicing swords, and there were traces of weeds cut neatly by the sword on the grass in front of him. .

"Do you need a new sword?" Shen Xiang asked with a smile.

Ning Changjiu ignored him.

She said: "You don’t have to pretend to be with me. I know that you are not an ordinary spirit. You can understand and understand our words. If you have a need, just tell us, even... I can help you Change the owner."

When Shao Xiaoli heard this, he immediately panicked and stopped: "I have entered into an agreement with him, and we are in agreement! Besides, my blood brought him out. In the entire city, only I am qualified to be his master! "

Shanxiang didn't refute her either, with a faint, unclear smile on his face.

Shao Xiaoli who looked at this smile was slightly guilty, and she immediately continued: "Of course the sword is necessary. Since the sage master also knows that my spirit is extraordinary, of course I have to use the best sword!"

Shanxiang looked at the girl who was pretending to be a fox, and said: "Ms. Shao has become so stiff now?"

Shao Xiaoli has fears and shadows in Sanxiang's heart. Her momentum is immediately shorter, and her voice is slightly low: "Is there anything else Sanxiang-sama?"

Shangxiang shook his head and said: "Nothing, the new sword will be delivered in the afternoon. Don't forget about the assessment. You are also a member of the royal family. I shouldn't need to talk more about related matters, right?"

"Got it." Shao Xiaoli avoided his gaze, showing no confidence.

After Shen Xiang left, Shao Xiaoli turned around a little glum, she walked slowly behind Ning Changjiu with small steps, put her hand on his shoulders skillfully, rubbed and beat them, and said: "Boss, you Hear it, this assessment must go..."

"Hmm." Ning Changjiu nodded.

Shao Xiaoli said sincerely: "Let me tell you about the content, let's practice it first, so that we won't have a situation at that time."

Ning Changjiu said hello.

Shao Xiaoli introduced, "This assessment is not troublesome, there are only two in total. The first level is to test my mental power. Can I control your actions with my mind accurately? The second level will be a little scary. Throw us on the first floor of the ghost prison with the door wide open, and we have to come out alive in an hour."

Ning Chang thought for a long time and felt that the second level should not be difficult. As for the first level...

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and looked at her distrustfully: "How far is your mental strength?"

Shao Xiaoli's talent was not even brilliant, although after more than ten years of hard work, the results were mediocre. But Shao Xiaoli had already figured out a countermeasure last night, and she mysteriously said: "Boss, wait a minute."

Speaking, Shao Xiaoli speeded up and squeezed his shoulder with a hammer, then turned back to the room and took out a small stack of paper from it. After rolling it up, he held it with his palm, pinched it with his thumb, and handed it graciously. Ning Changjiu said in a low voice, "Boss, this is a script. Then we can just act according to it. I also predicted a lot of difficult and unexpected situations. Boss, please take a look!"

"..." Ning Changjiu was speechless, he silently took Shao Xiaoli's script and looked through it.

"Boss, if you feel tired of reading, I can help you read it!" Shao Xiaoli showed his thoughtful thinking on the side.

Ning Changjiu looked at it for himself.

Shao Xiaoli's writing is very beautiful, and it looks like a dignified inner show, like a noble lady who comes out of a pavilion, and the charm of each painting is beautiful.

The characters are unreliable as they are...Ning Changjiu looked at these beautiful characters, thinking like this in his heart.

He squeezed the edge of the paper, looked at ten lines, lifted his fingers one by one, and secretly praised this little girl for her delicate mind. She even considered how she should act between her and herself when she was not mentally strong. This feeling of detachment, she also wrote in detail that she was on the verge of collapse, but she persisted, gritted her teeth and controlled her movements, and how she should react at that time.

"Just press this." Ning Changjiu couldn't fault it.

Shao Xiaoli's original tight expression suddenly relaxed. She squatted halfway on the side of Ning Changjiu's chair and jumped for joy, but Ning Changjiu's always cold face seemed to pour cold water on her again, and she closed it. Heart, cautiously asked: "Really no problem?"

"No." Ning Changjiu said.

Shao Xiaoli was completely relieved and said: "Should we start practicing now?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You can practice your part yourself, I..."

Ning Changjiu wanted to say that he didn't need to practice, but he was afraid that the little girl would worry, he still said: "I will practice secretly by myself. Then we can stitch together."

Shao Xiaoli showed a slightly dazed expression, thinking that the boss must be shy about this kind of thing.

The following morning, Shao Xiaoli threw on a blanket and sat in the middle of the stone road. He started a detailed and rigorous exercise according to the script he wrote. Ning Changjiu sat under the eaves at the door of the house, meditating. I guessed and deduced the ins and outs of this city based on what I saw in the library last night.

It was almost noon.

Shao Xiaoli bounced around all morning and finally stopped. She was quite satisfied with the results of her training, and the scene of shocking four people had appeared in her mind by then.

"Boss, you really don't practice?" Shao Xiaoli raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked tentatively.

Ning Changjiu respected his identity, and was vaguely resistant to many actions in the script, shook his head and refused.

Shao Xiaoli didn't dare to force it, and quickly said: "Boss, then I will cook for you first!"

The lunch meal is much richer than in the morning.

Shao Xiaoli sat up in the back kitchen full of excitement, the smoke rising, a smell lingered.

When the table was full, Shao Xiaoli confidently invited Ning Changjiu to taste her craft.

After taking the seat, Shao Xiaoli began to actively introduce: "This is the Qinglong Tenghai, this is the Dinghai Shenzhen, this is the jade girl who is ashamed, this is the peerless double pride... This is a standout!"

Ning Changjiu picked up the chopsticks on the table, followed the gaze she introduced, looked at the few clear soups, boiled vegetables, stewed eggs with green onions, braised mussels, stir-fried double peppers, and the corners of her mouth. Smoked slightly.

This morning I drank ordinary porridge. He originally thought it was Shao Xiaoli's light taste, but at this moment, he finally began to question Shao Xiaoli's "jinyiyushi".

Shao Xiaoli is also very smart. Knowing what Ning Changjiu was thinking, he quickly explained: "The boss should be a big figure outside before he was reincarnated. It's no better here than outside. These mussels were dug out from underground springs to feed them. , It’s not easy to be able to eat and serve."

Ning Changjiu nodded. He was not picky about eating and drinking. At this moment, he stared at the last dish and hesitated for a while. Knowing that he shouldn't ask, he couldn't help but said: "Why is it called the best?"

On that plate is a yellowish pancake with a little garlic like stuffing in it.

Shao Xiaoli's eyes curled, as if a hunter saw the prey stepping on the clamp, he happily introduced: "This is a pancake, this is garlic... and it is the boss together! Of course the boss is unique!"

"...oh." Ning Changjiu took a deep look at the dish and nodded.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his pancakes, thinking that the garlic was not sprinkled on, but he put them on one by one. He was very energetic... I don’t know if the boss has noticed it, how did he react so coldly? ?

Ning Changjiu lowered his head and silently picked up a chopstick and other dishes.

He remembered the words "One Branch", his pretending cold expression finally didn't stretch, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hooked up. This was keenly caught by Shao Xiaoli, her heart was as excited as a blooming flower. But he was also calm, without showing anything on his face, just lowered his head, looked up secretly, and whispered: "Boss laughs better than Sister Su."

Ning Changjiu's face immediately became calm again.

Compared with a woman... He didn't think Shao Xiaoli was boasting himself.

He didn't want to experience the embarrassment in Linhe City again.

After eating, Ning Changjiu practiced Shao Xiaoli's exclusive exercise, Beiming Shenjian.

Shao Xiaoli was very happy and asked: "Boss, is my swordsmanship quite remarkable?"

Ning Changjiu hummed, and said: "There is a good view."

Shao Xiaoli squinted his eyes and said: "Boss, I think you are calm on the surface, but you feel bad in your heart?"

Only when I said this, Shao Xiaoli began to regret his indiscretion.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu glanced at her indifferently.

This breezy glance destroyed Shao Xiaoli's defenses. She patted her cheek, softly begging to admit her mistake, and looked like she couldn't wait to go to the mourning hall to tear down the candles.

Ning Changjiu was rather helpless, and didn't know what attitude to treat her.

Now he just wants to leave here early, return to the original world, and meet his lovely sister and master.

In his body, the spirit of the sword scriptures is quite optimistic about this little girl. Even if her eyes are harsh, this little girl is definitely a good embryo. I don't believe that we will taste it together tomorrow morning.

Ning Changjiu certainly wouldn't pay attention to it.

Shao Xiaoli secretly liked her boss's good temper, and even fantasized about how the supernatural boss will walk out of the snowy field with her back in the future.

When I get out of the snowy field, the outside world must be wonderful, and then I must be a beautiful girl.

Hmm...what is the child's name?

A knock on the door interrupted Shao Xiaoli's fantasy.

The person who came is a sword.

The sword-sender confessed a few times and left quietly.

It was a sword with a black leather sheath. The sheath was decorated with gold foil and painted with intricate dark patterns. There was also a shiny silver metal circle around the mouth of the sheath. The whole sword was long and slender. Somewhat pretty.

Ning Changjiu held the hilt of the sword and gently pulled it out.

The sword body is like flowing water, reflecting his equally delicate and plain face.

A few ancient inscriptions are engraved near the sword.

In those days, the emperor used the bronze of the first mountain to cast swords and engraved them with ancient astronomical characters. Therefore, there is usually a tradition of lettering on famous swords.

Shao Xiaoli likes this sword very much and thinks it matches the boss very well.

Ning Changjiu's expression became more solemn.

He recognized the sword.

This was the sword worn by the woman who claimed to be the maid of the Star Spirit Temple last night. At that time, the sword was still unsheathed, but now it was taken off her waist and sent to her.

What does this mean?

Ning Changjiu put his palm on the hilt and pushed the sword back into the sheath. He probed it carefully with his mind and found no problems, but he still couldn’t rest assured. He planned to wait until the Golden Crow regained his consciousness. The sword was recast again.

Time flies, and another two days in a blink of an eye.

The solar terms here and the outside world have a secret reflection, but after all, here is separated from the world and isolated from the world, so the perception of the climate is not strong, even if it feels slightly hot in the day, after the night falls , The temperature of the whole city also dropped sharply.

While Shao Xiaoli was wrapped in a thick quilt every night, she shrank in the corner, trembling and talking dreamily.

Ning Changjiu will secretly calm down her mind and sleep during these two nights, and then enter the spiritual energy to try to dissipate the cold in her body, but his action instead makes the index finger that touches her eyebrows covered with slight frost, almost Was bitten back by the cold.

He was convinced that her body should be contaminated with something like a curse, but for some reason, this little girl seemed heartless and unaware of it during the day.

In the past two days, Ning Changjiu's attitude towards her was not as cold as at first, which made Shao Xiaoli secretly happy for a long time, thinking that the future is really promising.

Ning Changjiu also taught her some more advanced methods of vomiting, Shao Xiaoli clamored to worship him as a teacher.

On the afternoon of the third day, Shao Xiaoli finally gave birth to a feeling that the good days are over.

This is the deadline for the assessment.

Shao Xiaoli is like a hard-working student who has been studying for more than ten years. At the deadline of the Beijing Grand Examination, he finally had to carry a lot of bags and entanglements on his back, and rushed to the capital with a nervous and serious expression.

Ning Changjiu is like a schoolboy who is reading with him, with his arms folded in his sleeves, and he looks as if something is irrelevant to him, and his expression is calm.

Sanxiang stood in front of the metal stone in the palace, and had been waiting for a long time. There were also a number of recording and monitoring officials nearby. They stopped writing and looked at the young girl coming from a distance, and their hearts were slightly relaxed. Tone.

Shen Xiang gave Shao Xiaoli a deep look: "Ready?"

Shao Xiaoli didn't like the look in his eyes, so he deliberately avoided it, nodded and said: "Okay."

Ning Changjiu followed her, his expression was cold but not dull, and he looked really different from an ordinary spirit.

Shanxiang glanced at the metal table of the dynasty.

Shao Xiaoli understood and put his hand on it.

There was a sword sound from the metal platform. The sword sound was not loud, but it was also crisp, which proved that Shao Xiaoli's swordsmanship achievements are acceptable and he has the qualifications for assessment.

The sound of the sword cried out.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, waiting for the start of the assessment.

After Shao Xiaoli lost one hand, his ink hair was hanging down, his expression was cold, and his eyebrows showed nobleness.

She closed her eyes slowly and pushed out a hand, her voice with some pretentious majesty, "God attends orders."

Ning Changjiu looked at her awe-inspiring and cold as an iceberg, and there was already a scene in her mind when she returned home holding a washboard and pleadingly begging for herself.

He also cooperated and said "yes".

Shao Xiaoli secretly breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the sky of the imperial city with cold eyes.

And Ning Changjiu looked towards the sky as if she had been hooked by her mental power.

"Go." Shao Xiaoli screamed, and pointed out, pointing to the high courtyard wall of the palace.

Ning Changjiu seemed to be inspired, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and soon came to the courtyard wall.

Shao Xiaoli moved his fingers to make his figure shuttle back and forth between several spots in the palace.

A quarter of an hour later, some fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the girl's silver teeth also clenched, seeming to be slightly exhausted.

Shao Xiaoli closed her eyes vigorously, as if her mental power was being consumed sharply, and her fingers flexed like convulsions, shaking uncontrollably.

"Exit!" Shao Xiaoli resisted raising his head, his slightly bent knees straightened a little bit, his trembling fingers condensed, and he wiped it down.

Ning Changjiu's figure moved, passing a wooden stake in the middle of the field, and after brushing a few times, the wooden stake broke into several pieces.

And this move seems to be very exhausting, Shao Xiaoli pressed his finger on his temple.

And the spiritual connection between them seems to be broken.

Ning Changjiu smashed the stakes and stood there, as if losing control, his eyes were slightly out of focus, and he stared blankly at both sides.

Shanxiang stared at him faintly.

He suddenly raised his hand.

A cut-off wooden stake lifted up from the ground and smashed towards Ning Changjiu's back.

Ning Changjiu screamed in his heart, but didn't make any response. He let the stake hit his back, and was shattered by the sword intent he exudes.

"It's okay." While recording the main writer, he stopped, and the rest of the monitors didn't feel any abnormalities, and lightly nodded, and cast approving glances at Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli knelt on one knee, covering his mouth, seemingly exhausted.

Only Ning Changjiu knew that she was laughing secretly.

Next is the trip to the ghost prison.

Ning Changjiu couldn't understand why this place, like Zhao Guo, likes to build the most dangerous prison under the palace.

There are three levels in the ghost prison legend. The lower the level, the stronger the monster.

Shao Xiaoli and Ning Changjiu led them to the entrance of the ghost prison under the leadership of Shenxiang.

"If you want to quit halfway, you can crush this at any time." Shen Xiang handed over a bamboo tube, and the bamboo tube was similar in size to the system used by Tianzong Yujian.

Shao Xiaoli took the bamboo tube lightly, and then she and Ning Changjiu slowly deepened along the deep stone road.

Shao Xiaoli showed extraordinary calmness from beginning to end, as if what she was about to face was not a group of evil spirits at all, but some ants that could be pinched to death with every gesture.

But Ning Chang knew that she was flustered.

The hand holding his sleeve was still trembling, the heartbeat in his ears was getting faster and faster, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The doors in the ghost prison are all concealed.

Those tortured monsters lurking in the dark depths, some huddling in corners because of fear, and some hiding nearby because of their hunger for blood, waiting for opportunities.

For the ascetics who came here, this is not only a hunting ground, they can freely sharpen their swordsmanship. At the same time, the roles of the hunter and the prey may also be reversed quickly. Historically, they were killed by monsters before they could crush the bamboo tube in the future. It is not a minority that a claw penetrates the heart from behind.

"Okay, don't pretend." Ning Changjiu said lightly.

Shao Xiaoli's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, her face collapsed, her previous cold arrogance and self-confidence disappeared, but she kept digging towards Ning Changjiu's side, as if she wanted to rush directly into his arms.

Ning Changjiu stretched out and pressed her forehead to prevent her from getting too close, so Shao Xiaoli's movements were a bit like the drowning person's curls.

Ning Changjiu looked around.

In the gloomy and dark prison, a pair of pupils are like bat night eyes, staring at them coldly from the dark.

Ning Changjiu also opened his sword eyes.

So that little bit of ghost fire-like light outlines the specific form.

In the prison, most of them are monsters with four claws on the ground, long tails, and rows of sharp teeth in their mouths. Their flesh and blood are more like sticky and muddy silt, and no skin is visible. The shape of them, they are half lying on the ground, their backs are raised like a cheetah, and they seem to leap at any time.

Shao Xiaoli stubbornly grasped Ning Changjiu's arm against his forehead, drumming in his heart, and he didn't even dare to look at them.

But for some reason, none of the monsters rushed to attack. Instead, they slowly stared at Ning Changjiu's footsteps moving toward the depths, seeming to be counting the beats of his walking.

There are countless bite marks on the steel cage.

"Boss, where are you going? Are you mad at me? You just acted. After I go back, I will make you a new jade girl, Fire Lotus, apologize for my new research..." Shao Xiaoli is weak Di begging, she opened her arms, seeming to hope that Ning would hold her for a long time.

Ning Chang remained unmoved for a long time, just walked out into the depths.

"Boss, boss, where are you going, you are so powerful, just swish and kill them all, let's go out right away, okay." Shao Xiaoli only felt that the wind was blowing, and it was very crippling.

Ning Changjiu said: "Go to the next floor."

"What?!" Shao Xiaoli thought he had misheard: "Boss, are you crazy!"

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Outside the ghost prison, the author stood beside Sanxiang and asked uncertainly: "Can they come out?"

Shanxiang nodded and asked, "What do you think of their first assessment?"

The chief writer thought hard and said: "There is nothing wrong with it."

Shen Xiang sighed and said to himself: "Really?"

The editor frowned and said: "What do you think?"

Shanxiang looked at the entrance to the well-concealed ghost prison, and said in a puzzled way: "I just don't understand why they haven't come out for so long."

A dim twilight has appeared on the horizon.

There is no sun in the sky, so the light seems to be emanating from the entire sky, except that it is brighter to the west.

The main writer glanced at the hourglass in his palm, and said in a puzzled way: "It's only half an hour. According to the rules, don't you have to come out after an hour? Even if it's Kui Yuan. Why does Mr. Shen Xiang have this? Say?"

She didn't explain much to him.

In this young man, he noticed too many abnormalities, and what shocked him the most was the importance that Si Ming placed on him.

Siming is a more mysterious person than the king in Duanjiecheng.

Except for them, almost no one knew about the existence of Siming.

Such a mysterious and beautiful woman, rarely born, came on that day like an unknown prophet, and also brought a legendary enlightenment.

This is a major event unprecedented in Duanjiecheng in a century.

The light was sucked away little by little.

Red lanterns lit up in the city.

An hour came, and the door of the ghost prison opened on its own.

Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli walked out of it. Their clothes were white and clean, as if they were not going to a ghost prison, but a snowy field.

San Xiang narrowed his eyes.

He found that Shao Xiaoli's expression was slightly demented, as if he had been frightened.

"Passed the assessment." The main writer said, and took out a brand new booklet with Shao Xiaoli's name written on it.

Sanxiang frowned and walked into the ghost prison.

As soon as he entered the door, a strong stench rushed over his face, even if it was him, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

The ground of the ghost prison is full of corpses. These corpses seem to be intact. Only by careful observation can the wounds be found. Those wounds are the same, they are all neat and clean.

He walked toward the depths, watching the shocking, red and black liquid on the ground, his heart tightening a little bit.

He didn't know how the boy in white did it.

Even if he knew that Ning Chang was extraordinary, he still couldn't think of what happened in the ghost prison during this hour.

In Wangcheng, Shao Xiaoli and Ning Changjiu walked home together.

When she came to the door of the house, Shao Xiaoli took out the key, but her hand was trembling, and she couldn't lock the keyhole after inserting it many times.

"Let me come." Ning Changjiu spread out his hand.

Shao Xiaoli usurped the key in his palm.

She turned her head, and some of her timid eyes seemed to be flashing with water. The water was not from touch, but from fear.

She opened her mouth and asked: "It...what did it say to you?"

Never even thought that at this hour, Ning Changjiu broke through the barriers and went to the third floor of the ghost prison alone.

He saw the deepest part of the darkness. He was imprisoned in the ghost prison for hundreds of years. The most evil and powerful ghost. The ghost was entwined with countless chains and could not discern the shape. Shao Xiaoli just glanced from a distance. , She felt a splitting headache and kept retching, and finally, she vaguely heard the evil spirit say something to Ning Changjiu.

That is a syllable.

Ning Changjiu shook her hand, broke her finger, took the key, and opened the door easily. When he pushed the door and entered, he repeated the syllable.

"Sura."

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