Beyond the Divine States Chapter 283: : Talking about Taoist Education
In the dug-out mountain, the sky above the well, the stars shuddered.
The old man lit a bonfire, and the fire was bright red, and the colorful tiger skin covered by the earth-cyan sackcloth trembled in the light, like an old tiger.
Li He looked at him and asked: "The moon is getting ugly? Does this show anything?"
The old man said: "It means the world is going bad."
Li He puzzled: "The world is already like this, how can it be bad?"
The old man said: "The real great horror is always hidden in a place you can't see. It is happening all the time. When it really comes, we will be like facing the final death, without the slightest resistance and power. There is room for this to be a truly invisible horror... The saint entered the thunder prison, and the world is known to be upset. But this is not the most dangerous. The saint knows better than all of us what his real enemy is."
The campfire was crackling.
Ning Changjiu listened to these remarks, and couldn't help but cast his eyes on the mouth of the mountain.
The old man looked at them and said, "I have to say, that's all. If you have any doubts, you can go to the peak to see it. There are all the fruits of my life. Take care of them and don't break them. Up."
Ning Changjiu nodded in thanks, and asked: "Dare to ask what is Mr.'s name?"
The old man said: "Zhang Heng."
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Ning Changjiu and Li He walked towards the inside of the peak.
With their footsteps, the surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, and the stone gate in the depths showed an outline.
The Shimen seemed to welcome the guests and slowly opened.
"Mr. Zhang, how precious is the fruit of the birth, so let us look at it at will?" Ning Changjiu asked softly.
Li He said: "Learning is not like a technique, and truth does not conflict. As long as you have the heart to learn, they will be treated equally to all beings."
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I want to be shallow."
In the Shimen is a hollowed out mountain. Many objects are placed in the mountain. Oncoming is a mountain-shaped map, which is a three-dimensional geometic map, but the mountain peaks and valleys above change from time to time. They A flag was placed at the place where he was now, and beside the flag, a large mountain had been blown up, that was Ji'er Mountain.
This mountain-shaped map will change as the real world changes.
He also saw several huge wings, some shaped like bird wings, some shaped like bat wings. There are footnotes on the side-that is when Zhang Hengshang was in the fairyland, his cultivation reached a bottleneck, and he wanted to find another way to fly to the sky.
Over the bird's wings, the slowly flowing almanac looks like a jumbled star, with the words "full of emptiness with the moon, falling according to the calendar" written on its side.
In the center, a huge copper ball is eye-catching. The copper ball is fixed by four pillar-wrapped keels. The solar terms of the Pleiades appear in sequence, and there are copper leaves growing for timekeeping.
Ning Changjiu walked slowly towards the center.
On the side of the armillary sphere, the same copper seismograph is hibernating like a beast. The golden dragon is cast in all directions, with a copper bead in its mouth, and eight toads open their mouths underneath.
Going deeper, Ning Changjiu finally saw the stone stele related to the Seventh God.
It's not so much a stele, it's a slab.
The pattern on the board is outside and inside the circle, and the pattern in the center is almost absolutely symmetrical. The first reaction is continuous flames or vine leaves, which intricately cover the entire circle. In the center of the circle, painted a match-like figure.
The figure is very simple, such as a circle drawn on a large letter, which is incompatible with the entire symmetrical and beautiful painting. It seems that someone left hastily.
"There is nothing special about this stone slab." Li He looked at it and said.
Ning Changjiu said: "I think this is a box."
"The box?" Li He puzzled.
Ning Changjiu touched its side with his fingers, and said: "The box generally has six sides, which is like one of them."
After what he said, Li He hummed, feeling that there was some truth.
"If this is a box, what is it used to hold?" Li He muttered to himself.
Ning Changjiu said intuitively: "Tinder."
Li He said: "Tinder...Do you think that is a real thing?"
Ning Changjiu said: "It's just a guess."
Li He no longer looked at the surrounding collections, but stared at him, and said: "You came to this world, what do you think about everything you saw and heard along the way?"
Ning Changjiu put down the slate and said: "This is like the end of the world."
Li He said: "Yes, the end may be today or tomorrow, no one can say...In short, the victory or defeat will be determined on the day when the Lei Lao year has passed."
Ning Changjiu said: "The saint lost."
Li He looked complacent. He had already guessed this from the exchanges with Changjiu Ning: "If you lose, you will lose... Alas, kill Lei Prison, sit in town for twelve years, and break the kingdom of God year by year. It’s the craziest, impossible dream."
Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time. He was slightly fascinated. He still doesn't understand what kind of existence is a saint who can be an enemy of the Lord in the kingdom of God, and what kind of authority can suppress the power of the kingdom of God? Is that person really a master?
Li He suddenly heard something and asked: "By the way, have you heard of my deeds five hundred years later?"
Ning Changjiu wanted to say that his poems are popular, but after thinking about it, he still said truthfully: "Never."
Li He said: "Then I should be dead."
Ning Changjiu said: "This world is a cemetery."
Li He said: "But I thought I was alive...everyone wants to live forever."
Ning Changjiu said: "It's really terrible here."
Li He said: "Unfortunately, it is not the world, but a broken book."
Ning Changjiu said with emotion: "How wonderful is Luoshu."
"Luo Shu..." Li He thought for a while and said his guess, "This should be a spiritual book."
Ning Changjiu nodded in agreement.
He also had this guess.
If you are really flesh at this moment, there is absolutely no unkillable.
So the only way he really entered Luoshu was the spirit. This is a spiritual world that imitates everything vividly. History is real, but they are fake. This is an extremely real dream. Everyone in the dream is reproduced according to history. So along the way, Ning Changjiu never even met a real ordinary person, because ordinary people will not be recorded in history.
History is the history of major practitioners.
Because they are in the spiritual world, every time they die, it is a breakdown of their spirits. The human brain erases part of the memory to save it. If you die a lot, you may become an idiot, or you may become a lunatic.
Their bodies should be floating in the mist of Luoshu, and their minds should be frightened by an almost crushing soul contemplation technique. So what they have to do now is to let the spirit return to the body and break out of the mist of Luoshu.
"Who is the creator of Luoshu?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Li Hedao: "It is said in ancient books that Luo Shu is one of the creation books and is a real living historian."
"Who is the creator of the Genesis Book?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Li He said: "Perhaps it is a creation made in heaven."
Ning Changjiu does not agree: "Heaven and earth will create life, but they will not create books. This should be the product of beings with wisdom and knowledge."
Li He frowned: "Do you think Luo Shu was written by someone?"
Ning Changjiu nodded.
Li He said: "Then who is the creator of such a god?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Of course the creator of divine things is God."
Li He thought for a while and said: "The **** of creation?"
Ning Changjiu muttered to himself: "Who is the God of Creation? When is it a creation?"
Li He bluntly said: "After the chaos opened up."
Ning Chang thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
When was chaos developed? In mythology, the development of chaos is related to the piercing of the world by the candlestick.
According to Old Man Zhang Heng's statement, Zhulong may be the first **** to reach this star.
But Ning Changjiu also knew that history did not only begin four or five thousand years ago. He spent hundreds of millions of years in Duanjie City before he finally came to the beginning of chaos.
Candle shadow shines through chaos to open up heaven and earth, Xuanze descends into rivers and oceans, Tianzang is in charge of mineral veins, wild river dragons spread their wings as territory, Sui Bodhi is the **** of vegetation, Mingjun is the home of all souls... These myths see They are magnificent and splendid, but the essence is false. They are creation epics fabricated by the six gods of the early days, shaping their majesty and mystery, and directly connecting themselves with the original elements of this world.
So the day they came was called the creation, and the world after them was the era they ruled.
But the birth of the world has nothing to do with them. They are also invaders, thieves in the skin of gods.
Ning Changjiu figured this out quickly.
"The Book of Creation." Ning Changjiu muttered, and then earnestly said: "If the Book of Creation is a book written by the God of Creation, then the person who created it is likely to be one of the six gods in the early days. Bit."
Li He said: "This statement is reasonable, if it is for them, it is not strange to have such a divine power, but what is the meaning of creating this Luoshu?"
Ning Changjiu said: "The meaning of books is to record, but I don't know what they want to record."
Li He said: "Thinking that these are not helpful for going out."
Ning Changjiu nodded gently.
His first priority is to get out.
How can the suppressed spirit return to the body? His mental power has been raised by the Shura Shenlu to a height far beyond that of ordinary people.
But still not enough.
Li He said: "Would you like to go out and have a look, maybe there will be clues."
Ning Changjiu curiously said: "Why do you help me so much."
Li He said frankly: "Because I also have delusions...I want to go out too."
Ning Changjiu looked at him and was silent.
Li He said: "You are the spirit, and I am the spirit. The difference between us is that you have a body, but I don't. If we find a way out, maybe we can find a way to go out my body from the grave. Of course, there is no bones. Save it and say it separately."
Li He was thinking about it leisurely, and suddenly, the metal sound of the copper bead hitting.
The two men looked at the source of the sound at the same time.
A copper bead is placed in the mouth of a golden toad in the southwest.
The two looked at each other.
The ground moved.
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On the cliff of Chiyun Mountain, the lake breeze supported the sword dress that was married to Lulu, and the hem of the dress danced like a lotus in the wind.
The shadows of the white and black robes interlaced on the pressure, and the falling light was chopped mottled.
Lu Jiajia's long sword, which is condensed with a sword body, constantly changes its posture in the strong wind, and uses the sword skills previously taught by Xueci to fight against it.
Si Ming held a black sword and blocked it in her sword-like dance. From time to time, she saw stitches and broke into her defense, breaking the offensive that was lined up like an array to pieces.
"It's too slow." Si Ming said sarcastically.
When Lu Jia married the sword like a dragon digging the ground, Si Ming's body was slightly bent, her legs exerted strength, and she jumped up. Following her dexterous leap, the black tornadoes on both sides of her body were pulled up flat. Luo Wu circled around, and the black swords of Si Ming gathered, cutting down according to the landing point of Lu Marriage.
Lu Jiajia immediately retracted his sword, and his figure leaped back and forth, as fast as a twisted electric light.
But her body style has been arrested to death by Si Ming. Before she moved to a place, Si Ming’s sword had predicted where she would fall, and appeared out of thin air. Lu Jiajia’s moves fell into a disadvantage. After a few battles between life and death's instincts, the mellow sword intent was cut out of the cracks.
Lu Jiajia knows his heart is bad, and if this goes on, he will undoubtedly be defeated.
First, she temporarily concealed her figure in the sword with the sword technique, and then tried to restore the sword intent and sword energy with the spirit of replenishment.
But this is the technique that Si Ming taught not long ago, and she hasn't connected it coherently.
Si Ming did not deliberately release water.
As soon as Lu Jiajia's hidden Jian Qi Yun was released, Si Ming's sword light was lit up in the sky.
The sword light is like lightning and cracking clouds, and the figure of Si Ming is even more ghostly, suddenly descending.
"Why isn't it as good as last time." Si Ming said sharply, her sword hit Lu Jiajia's sword.
Lu Jiajia was shocked to retreat.
Their realm at the moment is similar. Lu Jiajia can't fight her, it's just that she is simply inferior to humans.
Of course, she has only cultivated the Dao for 20 years, but she has cultivated the Dao for a thousand years. In the same realm, she cannot be a rival.
The sword blades intersect, and the sharp light splashes like electric sparks. In the burning sword aura, the eyebrows of the two people are reflected in snow.
Ding Ding Ding's voice became more and more urgent, and Lu Jiajia switched from offensive to defensive. Soon, her defensive momentum couldn't hold up, and her retreating pace became more and more messy.
"How did you teach you earlier? The angle of this sword is wrong. If you deviate by three cents, this three cents will be shorter than three feet in the sword aura. Your spiritual articulation sequence is also wrong." Ming's words were harsh, the sword pierced into the gap, pressing hard every step.
Lu Jiajia finally couldn't support it, and his moves were penetrated, revealing obvious flaws.
Si Ming chased after him, and directly struck him with the back of his sword.
Lu Jia couldn't help but was overturned directly, and after rolling on the ground several times, he could hardly stop on the edge of a cliff. Her mouth was trembling, and the sword in her hand was also thrown out. After spinning a few times in the air, she plunged into the rock beside her. The sword, which was originally made of the same body of sword spirit, faded after a few tremors. Reverted to dust.
"If I were the enemy, you would be dead." Si Ming took the sword, walked up to her, and looked at her condescendingly.
Lu Jiajia lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Well, I am not good at learning art."
Si Ming reprimanded: "One time is not as good as one time, huh, your heart is gone, what kind of sword is this Jianxin repaired!"
Lu married and said: "My sister is too good."
This kind of oppression when comparing swords is something she has never experienced before.
When Si Ming heard these words, his face was agitated, and he said: "I'm great, can I cover up your mistakes?"
"It can't." Lu Jia married.
Si Ming said: "I have lived for a thousand years. The difference in your talents is rare even for me." "Huh?" Lu Jiajia raised his head, thinking that he hadn't boasted that his talents were rare before, why not? Sister Porcelain's attitude has changed so much all of a sudden.
This is...what's wrong.
Si Ming looked at her and said: "I said, I will be very strict with you and will demand you with the highest standards, otherwise you will not be able to survive in this world."
Lu Jiajia slowly stood up and said: "Well, I won't make any mistakes in the next competition."
"I will give you a chance, others will not." Si Ming said coldly, and suddenly grabbed Lu Jiajia's arm, Lu Jiajia whispered, and his body was jerked over by Si Ming. She cut her hands backwards and pressed them to the ground, giving punishment as a warning.
Lu Jiama struggled a bit at first, but when she thought of her sister Xueci so laboriously teaching herself, she made mistakes frequently. It was clearly that her sword heart was unstable.
Siming punished her while pointing to the questions of her previous moves, and asked her if she remembered.
Lu Jiajia nodded in shame, wondering if he really was a sword destined to be forged?
After giving instructions, Si Ming helped her up.
She watched Lu marry her, her eyes filled with sincere pity, she said softly: "Marry my sister, you know, I do this for your own good."
Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "Well, I know."
Si Ming sighed, and said: "Okay, I will be more serious in the future. I will teach you another technique. This technique is a ghostly night-walking sword technique. It is mostly used for assassination. This kind of sword technique will be much simpler. If you can’t learn it over and over again, my sister will inevitably punish you again."
Lu Jiajia sounded a lot simpler, and nodded.
Si Ming turned his head, and the corners of his mouth turned up inadvertently...Huh, simple? Even if I had learned this kind of swordsmanship for more than a month, it would be a fantasy for Lu Jiajia to learn it once.
She turned her head and looked at Lu married’s earnest and firm eyes. She wondered how this girl is so stupid... It’s a pity that she has such a husband. Since your husband dares to slavish me, you can only do it for me. He took it well.
I don't know what Ning Changjiu will look like when he finds him.
Si Ming was looking forward to it.
Si Ming’s heart ripples, and his face is as calm as ice. She watched Lu Jiajia and began to teach this kind of swordsmanship. Lu Jiajia listened attentively. Soon, her eyebrows frowned. First of all, she said to " The word "simple" creates doubts, and then doubts about his talent.
I turned out to be so stupid... Lu Jiajia pressed her lips tightly, thinking that there are indeed some outsiders in this world.
After the lecture, Si Ming sat on the edge of the cliff with embroidered shoes on his side, looking far away, and his jade feet cleared the lake breeze.
She beckoned and motioned to Lu Jiajia to sit next to her.
Lu Jiajia sat down cautiously.
Lu Jiajia looked at a stone monument hanging in front of her and asked: "Is this my sister's monument?"
Si Ming nodded and said: "Well, it has to do with time."
Lu Jiajia's eyes lit up and said: "My husband has some authority over time. If you meet each other, maybe you can discuss one or two."
"Hmm..." Si Ming answered, his face unchanged.
If he really saw me, this time the authority doesn’t know if he has a face out...
Lu Jia married: "Is it possible for Luoshu to recognize this Tianbei?"
Si Ming said: "I'm not sure."
This is the monument she used to pass through the heavens.
She knew very well that what she had to face now was not Heaven, but Luo Shu. The two were not the same, so she didn't think there was a problem at first.
But her opinion changed at this moment.
There may be a connection between Heavenly Dao and Luoshu, and his own sky stele may be destroyed due to repetition, and there seems to be an unknown problem with the ascent of this world.
She didn't dare to trade before she figured this out.
"Your realm is so low, so don't think about the sky monument. It's better to find another way." Si Ming's words softened a lot. She put away the sky monument and watched Lu marry her, and said: "If you don't meet When I arrive, I’m afraid I’m already dead. Alas, how did your husband let you come to such a place to commit a risk? It’s a bit unconscionable."
Lu Jia married: "My husband and I are going to save people."
"Huh? Save people?" Si Ming said: "Who is saving?"
Lu Jiajia replied: "One of my disciples is now at stake. We have to go through here to save her."
"Apprentice?" Si Ming said: "Is it important?"
Lu Jia married: "It's very important, she is also the younger sister of her husband."
You are Ning Changjiu's wife and his apprentice. Your apprentice is Ning Changjiu's junior sister?
Si Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little confused for a while.
Si Ming asked: "Is it a female disciple?"
"Yes." Lu Jiajia replied.
"Oh, after the rescue, you won't be worthy of sisters." Si Ming said with a smile.
Lu Jiajia said seriously: "My husband is not such a person."
Si Ming's mouth curled up, and he smiled lightly: "Really? Then what kind of person is your husband? Do you really know him?"
Lu Jia's eyes are clear when she marries. She is slightly angry and said: "Anyway, it won't be like your master."
Simming said: "Yes...My master is a heinous man. He came to our city from outside. I asked my sister to take him in. My sister is only 13 or 4 years old. But he was still let go. He kept the secret from me and kept saying that he loved me. He also said, Si... well, it's a commonplace thing anyway, and I don't want to think about it anymore."
"There is actually a younger sister..." Lu Jiajia thought that the character of that person was inferior, and she kept refreshing her understanding. She looked at the swaying eyes of Xue Ci's elder sister, and she regretted saying this again.
"Yes, there is a younger sister." Si Ming said with a helpless smile: "My younger sister likes to wear red clothes and lived with him for a long time. At that time, I didn't suspect that he had him. Later, the Dongchuang incident happened and my younger sister was forced to ask me. Tell these things together."
Si Ming said, shook his head lightly, smiled and said: "If you want to come, your husband should be different."
Lu Jiajia supported the cliff with her hands in her hands, and her slender legs swayed lightly. She said seriously: "My sister will also be home."
Si Ming stroked her hair and said: "I said this, mainly to tell you that the younger sister also wants to dike."
Lu Jiajia thinks of Ning Xiaoling's face. She was cute and lovely three years ago, but now she is even more slim when she wants to come.
"No..." Lu Jiajia felt that Ning Changjiu shouldn't be able to do such a conscienceless thing.
"It's better to be careful." Si Ming smiled, and she asked casually: "What is your husband's little junior sister's name? Does it look good?"
Lu Jia married and said: "She's Ning Xiaoling. She wears a white dress on weekdays. It's about this high, very delicate and beautiful..."
"Hmm." Si Ming answered, and immediately realized something was wrong, she asked again: "What is it called?"
Lu Jia married: "Ning Xiaoling, um...the age of age."
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(This chapter is made up yesterday~)