Beyond the Divine States Chapter 254: : Junior sister, brother, west to east

Ning Xiaoling returned to the queue holding the broken sword.

Said that Mr. Ling saw that she was a little discouraged, but patiently relieved: "It's already pretty good. This time, I'll get used to it. After two years, it will be better for Xiaoling to be a blockbuster."

"Well, I will be ready." Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.

Of course, this is not what bothers her. Among the thousands of swords before, the huge figure of the Pluto shaking Youge has always been lingering in the sea of ​​knowledge. It is also true and illusion, like a haunting dream.

Mr. Ling said in doubt: "Xiaoling, have you encountered something?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said: "No, it's just...it took some effort to draw the sword, and I was a little tired."

Said that Mr. Ling would be suspicious and did not ask.

Yu Jin also whispered: "Xiaoling is okay, there is more than enough to compare the superior and the inferior."

Ning Xiaoling replied anxiously.

Yu Jin looked at the dark sword in her hand and asked in a low voice: "Can I touch it?"

Ning Xiaoling handed it over naturally.

Yu Jin took it over carefully.

She just held the hilt of the sword, her arm sank, and she let out a surprise.

This sword is much heavier than she thought.

Ning Xiaoling stretched out a palm, gently supporting the sinking edge.

Yu Jin looked at it seriously, and suddenly, she yelled, "This... doesn't seem to be a sword."

"Huh?" Ning Xiaoling's eyes also fell on the broken edge.

Yu Jin looked up at her and said: "This is like a knife."

Ning Xiaoling pulled it out in the You Pavilion casually and walked out. She was a little confused and didn't look at it carefully, but when she saw it was slender and slender, she defaulted to being a sword.

At this moment, she discovered that it had only a single blade, and the whole iron blade had an inconspicuous but wonderful arc—it was a long and thin blade without a blade.

The handle of the thin knife is pitch-black, with a thin thread wrapped around the hand guard. The blade is cast like black copper, and the carvings are fine. The half-width rectangular swallow is not fancy. The dark silver blade is hard but has some curling edges and the back is also Very thin and flexible texture.

The overall casting of this knife is exquisite. Although the whole is black, the luster is mutually supportive and the transition is natural, and there is a beauty of death.

Yu Jin admired: "Such a beautiful knife, isn't it a peerless blade?"

Ning Xiaoling smiled and shook her head and said: "If it is a peerless sword, it will not be cut off."

"It makes sense." Yu Jin stretched out his finger and pressed it on the broken part, feeling that Xiaoling was thoughtful.

She sighed and said: "It is so beautifully made, it is indeed more like decorations. The gentleman seems to have said something like depravity..."

Ning Xiaoling thought so too, but this broken black knife can give her a sense of nameless intimacy.

The Trial Meeting finally ended after two hours.

When I left the house, the light of the setting sun had already fallen.

The Middle-earth Shenzong of this scale has a huge formation barrier. At this moment, the snow is flying outside, but the Shenzong is still gentle.

Walking out of the door of the Hall of Trial Spirits, Ning Xiaoling stood in the sunset, trying to pour spiritual power into the blade.

Something magical happened.

As the spiritual energy poured into the blade, the broken blade seemed to gradually awaken, and the sky full of sunset looked like fluttering butterflies, clinging to the black blade, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a black blade. The **** color of the blade itself was still like water reflecting the crimson sunset.

Ning Xiaoling looked at it, slightly surprised: "Blood Blade?"

In the legend, there is a kind of sword born with blood red, which is a weapon specially used to kill people.

Ning Xiaoling raised the sword higher, looking at the texture of the steel on the blade through the evening color.

The evening breeze blew the girl's clothes, her beautiful long hair was quietly draped on her back, and the end of her vertical waist was simply tied with a red string.

The sunlight and sword light reflected on her jade-like cheeks, and the fine velvet bathed in the glittering ears was her childishness.

This unintentional act attracted a lot of attention, and Yu Jin, who was also a young girl, was also stunned.

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When I returned to the wooden hall of Yuling's line, it was already dark, and the disciples packed up their books and prepared to go back to the room to rest.

Ning Xiaoling glanced at her desktop and gave a slight hey.

Her books seem to have been touched.

Xu is the wind is strong today... She didn't care too much, folded the books, and then sat alone on the chair for a while.

What happened in Youge today was unexpected by everyone, which also disturbed Ning Xiaoling's thoughts.

What would happen if I took that sword...it seems to be called Onizuka, it's very powerful by its name, and it's better than this fancy knife.

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help thinking about it for a while.

She cleaned up her thoughts after sitting for a while. Just as she was about to open her own booklet and continue to delve into the connection between the two spiritual arts and swordsmanship, Yu Jin's voice sounded again: "Xiaoling Xiaoling, we Go and feed the cat."

"Ah." Ning Xiaoling glanced at the lifelike brother who she painted on the title page, reluctantly retracted her gaze, and said: "Go and feed yourself, I want to read a book."

Yu Jinwei said: "But I am afraid of the dark."

Ning Xiaoling got up helplessly, touched under the table for a while, and said, "I didn't bring a candle."

Yu Jin said: "Will your knife shine?"

Ning Xiaoling was silent for a while, lifted the knife and walked out.

Spiritual power poured into the blade, and the blade glowed with blood red, as if carrying a lantern.

She walked ahead with a knife, and Yu Jin followed behind with a bowl of dried fish.

In the weird scene, they bypassed the big lake outside the mountain and walked into the dense forest where the cat was hidden. The girl knocked on the bowl.

The King Fish did not show up immediately.

It was hiding in the bushes, and it was shocked to see Ning Xiaoling's figure in white dress holding a blood blade from a distance.

"This..." The fish king was horrified, and he hadn't seen this scene.

In that day in the Hell-fired Suzaku Kingdom of God, Zhao Xianger, dressed in a red wedding gown, carried two slender famous knives, one cyan and the other black. The cyan blades were as sharp as snow after being poured into spiritual power. , The black one is like blood.

How similar is this knife to the one in Zhao Xianger's hand?

So the sound of the girl beating the iron bowl also seemed scary, as if this was its last supper.

After Ning Xiaoling and Yu Jin yelled "Truly Listen" outside the bushes, the King of Fish slowly recovered and walked out with his cat. The battle with Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu eventually left a lot of shadows on its soul.

"Big cat, it's time for dinner." Yu Jin squatted down and passed the iron bowl.

Looking at the girl who redeemed herself, the fish king gave a low cry to express her gratitude, then buried her head in it and began to gnaw on the dried fish.

Ning Xiaoling rubbed its head and said: "Eat more. If you eat too much, the injury will heal faster."

The King Fish whimpered, indicating that he understood it.

It secretly eats and thinks that this is not charity, but the income of labor. After all, this afternoon it solved a peerless problem for Ning Xiaoling, and I don't know if this little girl has discovered it. If she has discovered it, she must be full of doubts at this moment, and she is still guessing who the worldly expert is?

Thinking of this, the fish king's heart is full of pride.

When the little girl knew that it was a cat who was secretly helping her, she would be shocked to speak.

Thinking about this, the fish king felt the joy outside of his practice for the first time. The dried fish in the bowl seemed to be more fragrant, but Ning Xiaoling’s next sentence made his cat face gloomy. Up.

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "Oh, listen carefully, but unfortunately you are not a complete cat anymore. Otherwise, Xiaojin and I will go shopping in the clothes street and buy you a beautiful cat. 'S little cat is back to accompany you."

"..." The fish king bit a small dried fish, slung the cat's face and raised his head, "Meow..."

Yu Jin comforted from the side: "It's okay, it's okay, it won't be a spring, and it won't be easy to be discovered by people in the clan."

Ning Xiaoling felt that there was some truth, and nodded: "Well, it's a blessing in disguise."

Listening to their discussion, the fish king showed his claws angrily.

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The Linggu Contest is approaching, but the atmosphere in the clan is much more relaxed. After all, this Contest has nothing to do with most of them.

In the last seven days, Mr. Ling said that he focused on instructing the disciples who participated in the Grand Competition on the techniques of treasure hunting in Linggu, striving for a better ranking, while the other disciples were temporarily stocked.

There is a lot of excitement in the clan.

By the lake of Youyue, many disciples even caught fish in groups.

Ning Xiaoling is also very anxious these days, because she finds that since she got this knife, it has been difficult to meditate.

Today, she finally settled down and planned to read a book, saying that Mr. Ling called her out to study the topography of Linggu and the secrets everywhere.

Just a few hours.

After coming back, I have to accompany Yu Jin to feed the cat. Nowadays, there are many people near Youyue Lake and their actions are also very inconvenient.

Today they sneaked into the woods by the lake, and they were found by other disciples and stopped.

"This is the only seedling of the Yu Lingzong who participated in the Linggu Grand Competition, Junior Sister Xiaoling!" Someone introduced it loudly from a distance, lest others would not hear it.

The other people seemed to have seen the cherished life, immediately put down their fishing rods and hugged them, and asked about this beautiful little sister.

Yu Jin stood aside, her little hand holding a bowl of dried fish nowhere to rest.

Soon, a disciple noticed her and asked: "This junior sister, what are you..."

Ning Xiaoling glanced at Yu Jin.

Yu Jin was silent for a moment, picked up a dried fish, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Snacks."

Ning Xiaoling showed sympathy.

Finally, Ning Xiaoling distracted the disciples in the name of fishing, and Yu Jin secretly ran to the grove to feed the cats by himself.

There are not a few pieces of dried fish left in the bowl.

Obviously, the king of fish was not full, so he whimpered a few times. Yu Jin felt that she understood. She picked up the cat and secretly brought it out of the forest, letting it steal the fish in the baskets of those fishing disciples.

But these days, the King Fish has recovered a lot of strength. Of course, it is not content to do some petty theft. It ponders for a while, makes a bold decision, and then dives directly into the lake without people paying attention. .

Yu Jin was too late, worried about whether it could swim.

Ning Xiaoling, who was forced to sit still while holding the fishing rod on the side, was shocked, and the fishing rod in her hand bent a large arc—a big fish took the bait.

Ning Xiaoling was a little happy, and pulled it up with full riveting.

Next, Ning Xiaoling became more and more courageous, and more and more fish bite, one bigger than one.

Ning Xiaoling had never thought about it herself, she had such a talent, and even once, a fish as big as her bit the hook just after the hook was on the water.

The rest of the disciples were amazed at the sight, thinking that the younger sister is indeed a unique seedling, she is indeed very talented, and the fish can't wait for the bait before it can be made.

Ning Xiaoling was also very confused, and finally she secretly opened her sword eyes and finally saw the underwater scene.

I saw that every time she threw the hook into the water, a big white cat floated up from the water, holding a big fish that was unable to struggle, and directly put its lips on the hook...

"..."

Ning Xiaoling knows that DiTing is very spiritual, but she doesn't know that she has reached this point.

She didn't dare to take the bait anymore, for fear that Diyi would clean up the water monster in Youyue Lake and send it up.

In this way, Ning Xiaoling was bothered by all kinds of strange things for many days.

A few nights before the Linggu Grand Competition, she finally opened her note-taking booklet with no love. She stayed on the title page for a long time, and then slowly flipped it back.

"This is..."

Next, Ning Xiaoling was stunned.

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"Who is scribbling on my book?!" Ning Xiaoling sat up from the bed, palmed a lamp, and sat at the table wrapped in a quilt, studying the words in the book angrily.

The pen portraits of those characters were gnawed by a mouse, and looked out of place in the charming lower letters.

Ning Xiaoling propped her chin, frowned and looked at it for a while, and said: "This is a brush for Didi. It is probably better to write than this!"

Ning Xiaoling turned a few more pages, the light was faint, and she couldn't lift the energy, so she didn't continue reading, she closed the book, thinking that she must find the culprit in the future.

After this, Ning Xiaoling didn't even think about combining spiritual arts with swordsmanship. What she did the most every day was to meditate quietly, and then she became familiar with the black blood blade taken out of this quiet pavilion.

On the last day, Ning Xiaoling felt nervous and had some insomnia, so she took the book and flipped through it casually.

Those unsightly words flicked past my eyes.

When reaching a certain page, Ning Xiaoling's hand stopped.

She sat up from the bed again.

"Qimaiqiao acupoint map?"

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but exclaimed.

She saw a blank page on the outline of a human figure. There were many dots drawn on the human figure. Those dots were connected with each other with lines of different thicknesses, indicating a certain strange order.

Although the picture was drawn crookedly, it caught Ning Xiaoling's sight all at once. She touched the page with her fingertips and swept down slowly.

"Nine Qi, Sanshan, Yunfu..."

Ning Xiaoling understood the meaning of this picture at once, she sorted out the order of all the lines, and then, the problem of the aura that had troubled her for a long time was solved!

She turned the booklet to the front immediately, walked barefoot across the cold floor, sat upright in front of the book table, and recognized the words.

The heartbeat also accelerated.

The night is long.

The spiritual state of mind of the ancient Lingzong, and the inner swordsmanship of Tianzong.

These two things that should have been unrelated, they finally showed the edge of mutual fit clearly in Ning Xiaoling's eyes.

They are stitched together one by one.

The room is silent, and the needle drop is audible, except for the sound of flipping books every once in a while.

Ning Xiaoling's spirit is tense.

Finally, the three styles of Baihong Guanri, Moyu Reversing the Basin, and Great River Entering Du, also found its proper edges, and added up all the outlines little by little.

The booklet turned to the last page.

Ning Xiaoling withdrew from her sight after a long time.

She slowly raised her head.

The candle on the case swayed right between her eyebrows.

The candle flame was magnified in her eyes, occupying all of her sight. In her sight, there seemed to be two different figures dancing in the air, one light and agile, the other sharp and sharp, each of them In the sword dance, the movements of the last two cleverly matched, turning into a phantom clear shadow.

The clear shadow fades with time.

Ning Xiaoling slowly returned to her senses, the candle flame still beating in front of her eyes calmly as usual.

Nothing seems to happen.

But Ning Xiaoling knew that her Zifu Qihai had inadvertently changed.

That kind of change is mysterious and unknown, and she doesn't have time to make more fulfillments.

Who actually wrote these words?

Ning Xiaoling was perplexed.

Seniors with advanced Taoism but ugly handwriting... Is there such a person in the Ancient Spirit Sect? Why should he help himself again?

Ning Xiaoling immediately thought that it must be the senior who was afraid that the handwriting would be recognized, so she deliberately wrote with her left hand.

It's a pity that I didn't find out earlier... Ning Xiaoling thought regretfully.

But regret is just a useless emotion. When she raised her head again, a dim white light appeared on the window paper.

Linggu Dabi will begin today.

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At the ferry crossing of Haiguo, Ning Changjiu and Lu Jia married safely and went downstairs.

The little girl stood between them, stretched out two baby fat hands, holding a person in each hand, holding it tightly, for fear of losing herself.

Lu Jiajia still can't accept the fact that she has a little daughter for no reason, but such a well-behaved little girl shouted to her mother, and a certain brilliance in her heart was still ignited.

Ning Changjiu took out the two black lacquer and gold invitation letters from his arms, and said: "Will you go to the Dragon Mother Banquet?"

During the voyage of the ship in the past few days, Ning Changjiu probably learned about the legendary life of the dragon mother and empress.

She is the queen who has ruled the sea for 300 years. She is the descendant of the true dragon born in the sea of ​​luck. She is a demigod close to the five realms. She is the predictor and helm of tsunamis and storms. She has no children. , But regarded herself as the Dragon Mother, with great prestige in the sea country, and in terms of fame alone, it was not inferior to the Sect Master of the Eight Gods Sect.

The sea country banquet of this dragon mother empress has always been extravagant regardless of cost, showing the richness and power of sea country. Those who can be invited to participate in the internal banquet are extraordinary people.

Lu Jiama didn't have much interest in this, and said: "There are two letters in total, if we go to join in the fun, what will Xiaoyue do?"

Qiu Yue raised her head and blinked.

Ning Changjiu said: "She...may be able to get in."

Lu Jiajia shook his head and said: "Forget it, there is no time delay. Let's go to Gu Lingzong to find Xiaoling earlier, and then we will find the ‘evil’ in your mouth together."

No one noticed. When Qiu Yue heard the word ‘evil’, a strange light flashed in Qiu Yue’s eyes.

This silk is quickly replaced by innocence.

Ning Changjiu said: "Also, let's stay in a nearby inn for a day, plan the route, and then go to the Ancient Lingzong together."

Lu Jiajia nodded in agreement.

Qiu Yue whispered: "But I want to go to the Dragon Mother Banquet."

Ning Changjiu was actually dissatisfied with this little girl, because he was supposed to hold Lu Marriage's hand, but at this moment he can only hold her.

"There are only two places in total. If you go to play, who do you hope not to go?" Ning Changjiu asked soulfully.

Qiu Yue said without hesitation: "Of course I am going with my mother."

She has clearly realized the status of the family in this small family.

……

Entering the restaurant and ordering food, Lu Jiajia married Qiu Yue and poured a cup of hot water for her to cover. Qiu Yue refused to agree and insisted on her mother to cover her with her hands. Lu Jiajia smiled indifferently. Rubbing her little hand gently.

Ning Changjiu watched this scene, and felt that children are all demons.

"Are you trying to grab your mother from your father?" Ning Changjiu said.

Qiu Yue raised her head and said earnestly: "My mother is Daddy's wife and Daddy's master. I snatched one, don't I give you the one left?"

Ning Changjiu fell silent for a while.

Lu Jiajia's eyes curled up and smiled and said: "I am more and more suspicious now that this is your daughter. It is better for you to confess earlier."

Ning Changjiu sighed and said: "Hey, if you have a small marriage in the future, and the small marriage will follow her mother, then you will definitely be bullied by this sister."

"No mouth is blocked!" Lu Jiajia smiled, "I can't do this when I see Xiaoling."

Ning Changjiu thought about the appearance of Junior Sister, gestured with her hands, and smiled: "Xiaoling should be so tall now, right?"

Lu Jiajia held his hand and raised it higher, she whispered softly: "Without the meticulous care of my brother, Xiaoling will of course grow up very quickly."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly.

The little second of the shop delivered the dishes one by one, all of which are rare and delicious sea banquets in Nanzhou.

Lu Jiajia remembered the ‘evil’ thing again, and asked: "Where shall we go when we meet Xiaoling?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Senior sister said that everything has its own fate."

Lu Jia married and said: "That also has to have a direction. Fate is not a predetermined thing. If so, we only need to stay here and wait for Fate to come by ourselves."

Ning Changjiu nodded gently.

The elder sister said to him that the master has not made a new decision, then he is not bound by an iron-clad fate, and the certain fate in the mouth of the elder sister is more like a coincidence that can only be encountered after repeated attempts. .

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "Can we still find people and ask for directions?"

Lu Jia married: "Apart from your brothers and sisters, who else knows?"

They were chatting, and there was a chattering voice at the dinner table next door.

At the moment, the most enthusiastic chat among the people in the sea country is of course about the Dragon Mother Banquet.

"I heard that the sea of ​​luck has not been peaceful recently, which has angered the Dragon Mother, who has now ordered the monks to calm the chaos."

"Oh, the Dragon Mother Banquet is causing trouble, those Krakens are getting impatient."

"Yes, especially this year."

"What happened this year?"

"This year is a three-hundred-year banquet for the Dragon Mother and Empress."

"Three hundred years...no wonder this year's pomp is so big."

"Yes, it is said that the six leaders of Qinqi and swordsmanship will not only meet the bestowed treasures alone this year, but also answer a random question for them."

Ning Chang listened to their conversation silently, only to feel that the two letters were hot in the dressing room.

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