Beyond the Divine States Chapter 265: : Sinful Psalm

"Ning Changjiu?"

It sounds like a very common name...the meaning is good. Although the disciples had never heard of it, they all left an impression in their hearts.

Ning Xiaoling stood on the edge of the cliff, her blood-stained skirt dancing in the wind. When she said these words, she looked so energetic and energetic.

Zhu Ding looked at the little girl. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the portrait hanging in the deepest part of the sect.

They are obviously not like...

After the old man held one hand, he rubbed his beard with one [] hand. He sighed for a long time. The sigh sounded like the wind walking in the valley, and gently wiped the figure of the woman from his mind.

"Ning Xiaoling, the leader of the Linggu contest this time." Zhu Ding took a deep look at Ning Xiaoling and announced the result.

Ning Xiaoling saluted gently and said: "Thank you, Master."

Zhu Ding looked at the long knife that she held in her hand, frowning again: "What you hold in your hand..."

Ning Xiaoling looked at the knife that was connected to her heart, and held it tighter, and said, "This is my knife."

Zhu Ding asked: "Do you know what kind of knife you are?"

Ning Xiaoling is a little worried, for fear that it will be confiscated in the name of returning the sect's heavy treasure to its original owner.

She thought about it and said sincerely: "It is said to be Shen Tu."

Zhu Ding confirmed the thoughts in his mind. If Ning Xiaoling hadn't pulled out the knife, he would even forget that the knife was still enshrined in You Pavilion.

His old Taoist heart is full of waves: "Then do you know what Shentu is?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "It is said to be one of the swords of Lord Mingjun."

Zhu Ding was puzzled: "Are you not surprised...or afraid?"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "Senior brother said that people only need to be afraid of the unknown, um...For example, if an uncle with a profound realm stands in front of me, I will not feel scared, and even feel safe. Because of us Everyone knows that the uncle will not harm the disciple."

Zhu Ding was stunned, and immediately laughed: "I am a wonderful person. I wonder if I can see your brother in my lifetime."

Ning Xiaoling thought that although this was not what the senior brother said, but for any words that she feels reasonable, adding a senior brother before it must be correct.

Jiang Xian registered Ning Xiaoling's name in the booklet, and said with emotion: "If you want to come to the history you set, it will be hard to break in a thousand years."

Ning Xiaoling whispered: "The last record of five is not too many..."

Zhu Ding's smile narrowed. He looked at Ning Xiaoling with a serious expression: "Xiaoling, if you don't have this knife, you can search for five and try?"

Ning Xiaoling Bingxue was smart and immediately understood that the record must be set by this uncle.

Zhu Dingjingshen, he looked at Ning Xiaoling and asked with emotion: "How old are you this year?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Seventeen."

Zhu Ding nodded slowly and said: "The seventeen-year-old Zi Ting Realm...well, if it could be two years earlier, it would be unprecedented."

This sentence is ordinary from the old people, but it sounds shocking to the rest of the disciples.

They can feel that Ning Xiaoling’s temperament has changed a lot. When she stood on the cliff, her petite and lovely appearance even had the demeanor of a grandmaster. That temperament was mixed with her **** clothes, and it was more like a return. The undeveloped devil.

But they didn't expect that Ning Xiaoling had already stepped into the purple court realm.

The seventeen-year-old Zi Tingjing, looking at the entire Middle Earth, is a rare thing.

Of course, the second half of the sentence also surprised them...The youngest Zi Ting Realm of the Ancient Lingzong was only fifteen years old? Who is that person and why hasn't he heard of it in the past?

Ning Xiaoling said calmly: "The disciples pay attention to the process of cultivation, and do not deliberately compete for speed."

Zhu Ding asked: "This is what your brother said?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "This is Xiaoling's... the truth."

The girl in the red dress who had been robbed of the cloth bag before listened to her words flatly saying such things, her teeth tickled with hatred, but she was helpless.

Fortunately, I am not in the same group as Ning Xiaoling, otherwise Dao Xin will be broken with anger sooner or later.

Zhu Ding looked at her and nodded: "In the future, you will also be a talented person. If you think Yu Ling's line is too small, I can help you find another famous teacher. Of course, the old man also happens to be missing a closed disciple. ."

Zhu Ding is a peerless master at the pinnacle of the Purple Ting Realm. He has a superb Taoism and a strong cultivation base. He has a high prestige in the Ancient Lingzong. It is a dream for many people to become his disciple.

Mr. Ling Ling from Shimai Mutang is good at teaching, but their own realm is not high. They are about long-lived upper realm, like Ming Corridor. After entering the purple court, there are already a few high-level cultivations. Uncle's uncle began to secretly compete for accepting disciples.

Many people cast envious glances.

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while and shook her head: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness, I think my husband is fine."

Zhu Ding is not reluctant, he said: "Also, respecting the teacher is a virtue, you can follow your husband to lay a solid foundation, wait until you want to understand, you can come to me at any time."

Jiang Xian looked at this girl, but he found a blind spot: "Ning Xiaoling, when you entered the valley earlier, it seemed to be a long-lived state, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then why did you break the border without triggering the Heavenly Thunder Vision?"

After Zhu Ding listened, he realized that it was dark under the light, and he almost forgot about such an important thing.

He also asked curiously: "Could it be that you broke the border before entering the valley?"

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and explained: "Three years ago, I entered the Purple Court by chance. If Master Uncle is not at ease, I can talk to Master Uncle later."

"Three years ago..." This was a very simple arithmetic, but Zhu Ding still pinched his fingers.

This uncle teacher is always nice and peaceful, and he is not surprised when things happen. He pretends that he has never seen any big winds or waves, but today he found out that he still has a little life.

"From today, the youngest Zi Ting Realm of Ancient Lingzong is probably fourteen years old." Zhu Ding laughed helplessly.

The other disciples listened to their words, rumbling in their ears. They were envious, admired, and depressed. The girl in the red dress listened to their irritating conversation, chopping her little feet, and said : "I can really pretend... Her brother is definitely not a good thing!"

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Sea country, Dragon Mother Banquet.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia were met by Dragon Mother a day later.

The fairy palace of the colorful family floats on the sea, with waves of light and shadows, gorgeous colors, and the glazed pillars are strange hourglass collisions. If the sea is a long river of time, then it is an art that can last forever in history.

Qindao first is a woman holding a piano. She wore a long purple shirt dress and walked gracefully, like a fairy Lingbo. In the half-faced veil, the soft and beautiful face of the woman can be vaguely seen.

She is a female disciple of Ziqimen, and she is also quite famous in Haiguo. Many people come to this banquet and want to see her fairy face.

But now, there are not many eyes falling on her.

Everyone looked at the pair of snow-white men and women.

It is Lu Jia married and Ning Changjiu.

The beauty of Lu Jia's marriage is not the same as that of the female disciple of the Ziqimen. She is like a sword that is pure and proud of the world. Out of the clearest water and quenched by the purest fire, she is clear and cold. Nothing is beautiful, and all are shocking.

But what is annoying is that the teenager next to her who is the number one chess player holds her hands that should not be stained with dust.

In one day, their deeds have been spread, but Ning Changjiu defeated Cao Rao and killed an unknown old man. Compared with the white fairy defeating the seventh disciple Liuhe of Jiange, the influence is much smaller. , It also gives birth to the feeling that they are not suitable.

Many people originally hoped that they were just soul lovers, but the humble little girl they were following broke everyone's final fantasy.

The little girl screamed her mother really, and the fairy in white also responded flatly.

Even children...

It's a pity that they offended Jiange, but the Sword Saint is notorious for protecting shortcomings. If they dare to sway in the middle earth in the future, they will inevitably stumble in the secret of Jiange.

Ning Changjiu ignored the gazes of the people around him.

The appearance of Liu He yesterday surprised him a bit, but he was only surprised by Liu He's sword intent.

The sword intent is a bit familiar, but it's quite similar to the sword body cultivated by the Fourth Senior Sister.

Although he knew that Lu Jiajia was a battle that was turned around by the Suzaku's Feather drawn out by the elder sister, he didn't think it was wrong.

Because he knows very well that although Jiange's cultivation method is strong, Lu Jiajia is taking the path of real human and sword integration. Even if it is slightly lower than the opponent at the moment, the future will always be more long-term.

"I will see Mother Dragon later, about evil, do you or me?" Lu Jiajia asked quietly.

Ning Changjiu caught her ear and said: "If you have no other questions, you can ask."

The earlobe was attacked under the eyes of everyone, and Lu Jia's body became tighter. She quietly pushed Ning Changjiu away and gave him a faint look.

"Hmm." In the end, she replied indifferently.

After the climax of the banquet in the silk and bamboo music dance, on the gorgeous dome of the Caijuan Immortal Palace, Guang Yu fell down with the order of the Dragon Mother.

In the rain of light, there are six of the most beautiful lights.

They are like letter paper, floating in front of the six leaders like butterflies.

They will go upstairs one by one in the order of the letter paper.

The fairy holding the qin first stepped on the stairs formed by the sea water, and went upstairs, with an elegant gait.

After a short while, the fairy went downstairs again. She couldn't help but make a few chords, and the veil smiled, seemingly satisfied with Dragon Mother's answer.

Next, is the leader of "Tao".

An old man climbed upstairs with a worried expression, but when he came downstairs, he had an open-minded face, like a mentor and confidant.

The next few people did the same. After coming down, they were full of praise for the Dragon Mother.

Ning Changjiu is the third one in the end.

He took the letter, climbed the stairs made of sea water, and slowly went upstairs.

Qiu Yue asked softly: "What do you want to ask?"

Lu Jiajia gently shook her head, she was also curious about this matter.

Qiu Yue said: "Daddy didn't mean to ask me about me?"

Lu Jia's mind is slightly tight. She also doesn't trust this little girl, but based on their cultivation, she can't find any clues that can prove the little girl's identity. When the little girl asked these words, she felt a little different, wondering if she was scared? Or maybe they stunned her, she actually knew...

But Qiu Yue said again: "Hey, I know that Dad is very good to me. He must ask me where I came from, and then send me home... But I don’t even remember where I came from. Yeah."

……

Ning Changjiu walked the stairs of the sea water, and he saw the Dragon Mother Empress in a secluded hall that looked like a starry sky.

Ning Changjiu stepped into the hall and felt a sense of familiarity.

The construction of this hall is familiar. At the beginning, in Duanjie City, he had seen scenes similar to dreams in the Star Palace of the Ming Dynasty.

As before, now sitting in the most secret place of Caijuanxian Palace is also an extremely beautiful woman.

On the dragon chair transformed by the surging sea, the mother dragon sits obliquely. On top of her head is a coral-carved alien dragon horn. The dragon horns are uneven, covering her long black hair. The skin of the dragon mother is like snow. The mood is like a girl, but a long skirt is extremely luxurious and beautiful, and various unnamed decorations build a galaxy of gems on it.

Ordinary people will inevitably feel frightened when they see Dragon Mother. It is said that the original poster of Luo Shulou had been enamored with Dragon Mother.

But because this scene was too similar to when I saw Si Ming, Ning Changjiu couldn't help but compare it.

The beauty of the dragon mother finally exhausted the extravagance of the foreign objects, which is better than the shadow of the snow-clothed silver-haired sitting on the sundial.

"I have seen the Dragon Mother Empress." Ning Changjiu looked very polite.

Mother Dragon also has a dignified manner. The stars under her feet began to flow, and the fairy sounds flowed between smiles: "Congratulations, Master Ning for winning the first place. You can safely ask your questions. Only you and I know this, and I also I can guarantee that what I said is the truth, this is a gift from the sea country."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly, and he opened the door straight to the point: "How old did you live?"

The fairy palace is quiet.

Dragon Mother Empress slowly, she smiled and said: "You are not polite with questions like this."

Ning Changjiu said: "I met an old man playing chess earlier. He told me that my mother lived far more than three hundred years old, so I am curious how long you have lived."

The Dragon Mother Empress sighed, the stars flowing around became still again, and the light from all directions reflected her beautifully.

"The rest of the monks are asking about lifelong problems, but you want to waste the problem on this, will you regret it later?" Long Mu Niangniang asked instead.

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't have a problem with monasticism."

The mother of the dragon said: "If I hadn't watched you cross the sea, I would really doubt if you were an undercover agent sent by Luo Shulou."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "The lady has been looking at me?"

The Dragon Mother Niangniang said: "The Haiyuelou ship was hit by a shipwreck. I used Haihe Pan to take a look and felt two strong sword auras. One is you... I didn't expect you to come."

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly. He had an urge to change the problem to Qiu Yue's origin.

But his instinct told him that even Dragon Mother could not really answer this question.

The Dragon Mother asked again: "Are you sure you want to know this?"

Ning Changjiu nodded.

The Dragon Mother Empress smiled and said: "Five hundred and forty-six years old."

"I will not lie. This fairy palace is one with me. Lies can deceive other people, but they can't deceive myself. If I tell a lie, the galaxy under your feet will become bleak." Dragon Mother Empress added One sentence.

Ning Changjiu nodded gently.

This is different from the answer he originally expected.

Is it a mistake?

After answering the question, Ning Changjiu went downstairs.

The next one is Lu Jiajia.

She met Dragon Mother.

The colorful long skirt fell into her eyes, making her slightly stunned.

"Miss Lu, I heard that you defeated the disciple of the sword pavilion... The girl's swordsmanship is admirable, but although the sword saint has strong swordsmanship, her majesty is not great. In the future, Miss Lu must be more careful. "Long Mother Empress said with a smile.

The galaxy is shattered, and Lu Jiajia is like snow on the Milky Way.

Lu Jiajia originally wanted to ask her why she knew her name, but for fear that this question would count, she didn't say anything.

After thanking the Dragon Mother Empress for her reminder, she also asked directly: "I want to find someone"

"Oh? Who is it?"

"'Evil', where is he?"

The Dragon Mother and Empress were silent for a long time.

She put her hand on her cheek and chuckled softly: "You are indeed a husband and wife, and the questions asked are just as difficult for me to answer."

Lu married to marry better than Qi Ning asked for a long time.

The Dragon Mother sighed and said: "I have heard about'evil', and only thought it was a legend. It was an all-knowing man hidden in the middle earth, but no one had actually seen him. "

Lu Jiajia asked: "Doesn't you even know your mother?"

The mother of the dragon said: "I can’t answer his specific position, but over the years, I have also got some legends about him. If you want to change the problem, you can always do it. If you don’t change it, I have no choice but to change my position. Tell you if you know."

Lu Jiajia wanted to ask some petty questions in her heart, but after all this matter is of great importance, she also knows how to deal with it, and said: "No change."

"Really? You don't want to ask, does your husband love you more or other women?" The Dragon Mother Empress laughed softly.

Lu Jia married: "Tell me something about evil."

"The girl is really infatuated." The Dragon Mother always smiled softly. She shared the legends about'evil' one by one: "Evil is a boy, a boy who has survived for many years, he He likes to wear black clothes, everyone knows everyone, but everyone can't remember him... If he really exists, then his current state should not be very good."

"Only these?" Lu Jiajia was a little disappointed.

The mother of dragon's words paused, and continued: "If you didn't guess wrong, Evil is one of a pair of twins, and he also has a younger sister."

"Sister?"

"Well, his sister's record in ancient books is called'Poems'. The poetic and pictorial poems are exactly the opposite of the evil that symbolizes sin. What they represent are two extremes... If this story is really to be traced, Xing can be traced back to the creation myth, no one knows the true or false. But..."

The dragon mother meditated for a while, and continued: "But according to rumors, the brother and sister of Evil and Poetry appeared once in the world more than five hundred years ago and had a earth-shattering battle with an ancient god. Evil began to wander alone."

"Wandering alone?" Lu Jiajia found the point.

"Yes, the poem is either dead or taken away. In short, the brother and sister are separated, and the evil is still wandering in the middle earth... Many practitioners of the five realms believe in his existence, but no one Know which is him."

The stars are still shining, indicating that the Dragon Mother and Empress did not deceive.

"All I know is this." The Dragon Mother Empress's words slightly apologized.

Lu Jiajia nodded in thanks.

She left the Caijuanxian Palace.

The Dragon Mother is sitting on the throne formed by the sea, her narrow eyes are gently closed, she pursed her colorful lips, and sighed to herself: "Why do you ask about this? Fortunately, the road is closed. Don't go wrong..."

The last person walked in slowly.

That person is the chief of the law.

He looks like 30 or 40 years old, looks young, but he is not handsome, and his temperament is not much different from that of ordinary masters, so even the leader who can get the law does not attract too much attention.

"Mr. Chu, I never thought you were here. The last time you came to the Dragon Mother Banquet was a past few decades ago..." The Dragon Mother Empress looked at him and laughed softly, but rubbed her eyebrows. The bones seem to be a headache.

The man known as Mr. Chu also laughed: "I haven't seen the empress for a long time, her demeanor remains the same. No wonder the hostess was tempted to see you back then."

The mother of the dragon smiled and said: "My friend and I are not ordinary friends."

Mr. Chu said: "Ordinary? Huh... You and the host can be called life and death."

"Life and death..." Dragon Mother Empress laughed: "What? Are you finally ready to do it?"

Mr. Chu did not conceal it, saying: "Dianhuanzong has sealed the snow road, and Nanzhou has no way out. Now the Valley of the Splitting God is to be continued, only waiting for the host to invite the mother to enter the valley."

The mother of the dragon said: "You worked so hard to win the championship, just to tell me this?"

Mr. Chu said: "I'm just here to inform the empress, you can't help the rest of the matter."

The Dragon Mother and Empress laughed lightly. In the hall, the long river and the sea where the stars converge was ups and downs, as if a huge sea beast would emerge from the Milky Way at any time, swallowing this man into her abdomen in one bite.

"Luo Shulou..." Empress Long sighed softly, and there were thousands of styles in her eyes: "My first child will be myself... How ironic, I just don't know, I will wake up at that time Is it me or Tianzang?"

Mr. Chu calmly said: "You don't need to worry about these things."

The tide of the Milky Way under one step is not flat, like the uneasy emotions of the dragon mother and empress.

The laughter of the dragon mother empress reverberated in the hall: "What a great figure, the original poster of Luoshulou, how can he not escape from such a mortal in the end? Resurrection and resurrection...The only things in my mind are the ancient gods who have long since died. But he never thought of using his own power to win the sky. So no matter how strong he is, he will never be better than the sword pavilion."

Mr. Chu didn't change his face and said: "Because there are only these remaining powers in the world... And what about Master Juggernaut? He can be as strong as he is now, not because he has become a vassal of Heaven."

"Become a vassal of Heaven?" Dragon Mother's eyes narrowed: "This is what the host said?"

Mr. Chu said indifferently: "I am obviously the winner, why did I become a dragon mother and ask me questions?"

The Dragon Mother Niangniang cleared up her emotions, and the tide of the Milky Way fell again.

"Mr. Chu, please." The Dragon Mother yawned slowly.

Mr. Chu said: "What did the pair of white-robed Taoists ask before?"

This is his question.

The dragon mother and empress are embarrassed.

Keeping secrets is what she promises, and answering any questions from guests is also what she promises.

In such a dilemma, how should she choose?

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In the wing room of the Caijuanxian Palace, Lu Jiajia relayed the words of the Dragon Mother Empress to him.

"Poem?" Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised.

For some reason, as soon as he mentioned the name, a ribbon fluttered in his mind, like a figure made by an immortal-the little girl in the heart demon.

He is not sure that his instincts are not accurate.

More than five hundred years ago...

He remembered the conversation with that little girl in the past.

The time seems to match.

If Shi is really her, then does she remember evil? Who imprisoned her in the illusion of Heart Demon Tribulation, and who was the treasurer in her mouth?

A lot of questions are coming.

Ning Changjiu looked along the vein of nothingness, as if staring at an abyss entrenched with monsters.

Lu Jiajia smiled and said: "Are you lost again? What woman are you thinking of?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her softly pouring lips, her beautiful face was not as cold as in the past, and she smiled with a kind of dusty charm, like the unintentional glow of the sword, which will never be seen in her life. Look bored.

Ning Changjiu thought of her unsmiling and arrogant appearance in the day, and her thoughts were fierce, and she smiled and said: "Who else would I dare to miss?"

Lu Jia married: "The Dragon Mother and Empress are so beautiful, isn't it enough to keep you dreaming?"

Ning Changjiu said: "What is good about an old woman who has lived for hundreds of years? Where is the beauty of half-married."

Qiu Yue stared at them, looking forward to the follow-up development.

Ning Changjiu took out the list and silver that he had prepared, and handed it to Qiu Yue, saying: "Xiao Qiuyue, go to the Cailou to help Dad buy these things."

Qiu Yue looked at the list of lists, but she was not stupid, knowing that she was going to support herself.

She left angrily.

The warm candlelight seemed to melt all the ice and snow.

"What do you want to do, Master?" Lu Jiajia was sitting on the bedside, her snow-white lotus arm propped her body, and blinked: "You won't have to forge a sword again, I did nothing wrong today."

The smile of the unparalleled woman in the daytime is soft as a spring breeze.

Ning Changjiu saw her occasional charming mood and found it difficult to hold on to herself, pretending to be calm, leaned forward and said: "The disciple won the first prize today, and she should be a good reward."

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia narrowed her eyes and leaned back slightly.

"Any comment?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Lu Jia married the long-term divergence, and said softly: "How can the disciple dare to disobey the master?"

The night is boundless.

The candlelight flickered and the red wax dripped.

The plum petals are blooming on the snow, and the clear stream below clashes and floats to the distance.

The snow outside the window fell again.

The prohibition on the fairy palace of Caijuan has been lifted, and tomorrow you will be able to see the beautiful scenery of the frozen sea and the snow-covered fairy palace.

And on the eve of the ancient god's deep sleep, the snow in the sky withered as usual, as if writing a preface to the sins of the poem.