Beyond the Divine States Chapter 326: : Spring, wind, snow and winter are separated from each other

As it approached early morning, the rain stopped.

There are blue-gray clouds floating in the sky, and they cross the roof of Jiuyou Hall with a high attitude, and they are constantly flowing. The strong wind filters through the endless forests, and when it reaches the Jiuyou Temple, it has become extremely pure, cold, and the wind lingers, replacing the rain that originally surrounded the eaves. A hazy moon shadow was also outlined behind the sky. It traveled through the clouds, sprinkling scattered light and dust, and the darkness became heavier.

Ning Changjiu had no sleep all night, he was lying on the bed, and the woman’s blue breath was lingering around his neck. The skin that touched was very hot, but the hair that fell unintentionally was itchy, dreamy and soft. Between the elbows, it seems to be within reach. Feng Si Jin quilt covers her cheeks, covering everything about Gentle Township in the dark, only outlines the outline of the imagination.

Ning Changjiu looked at the invisible undulating wind outside the window, contented with the calmness.

The outer sky gradually lit up with dim light, and I couldn't tell whether it was the clear moonlight after the rain or the dawn.

The paper kite that fell from the sky has turned into a fish and disappeared into the night, and it disappeared with it, and it rained all night.

Ye Chan Palace...

Ning Changjiu couldn't help thinking of the name.

He turned his head slightly, and looked at the quiet and unbearable sleeping face beside him. Yi Ren was on his side, his skin was close to each other, and his obsessive warmth hadn't faded yet, but he was always worried about other things, which made him feel betrayal-like guilt, not to mention leaving again after today.

But the three words Ye Changong held his mind firmly and couldn't get rid of it.

Most of this kind of thinking stems from obsession...It's like thinking about the problems of the two lives and getting answers caught off guard, so all the related things are coming.

Chan Palace...what does this have to do with the toad palace on the moon in the myth?

Her last name is Ye...is Ye's onomatopoeia?

Why did she kill herself and trap herself in a desolate place for a long time until the day of rebirth.

What exactly is the Hunting Country Project? Who is the target, the Lord of the Twelve Kingdoms or the Dark Lord?

If the six gods in the early days all had their own stars, what did the Dark Lord correspond to?

The seventh god, fire... and evil and poetry. What is their connection with the master?

Ning Changjiu couldn't shield these thoughts, they were entangled in his brain, drawing a vague future.

Master's figure is mysteriously like a Qinghan Moon Palace hidden deep in the night.

The outside is getting brighter and brighter, and the projection of the pear blossoms over the paper windows is clear.

The moon faded in the sky.

Lu Jiajia gradually woke up, her eyelashes trembled slightly and she opened her eyes, looking at Ning Changjiu, and asked softly: "Have you left yet?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I have said it, this time I can't leave without saying goodbye."

"Yeah." Lu Jiajia's voice was soft and whispering. She closed her eyes and slowly said, "Ten Thousand Demons City, be careful, don't be caught by the female demon."

Ning Changjiu said: "Isn't there a great priest around you?"

Lu Jiajia hummed lightly: "She is the one who is most worried about."

"Then...Why did you keep Si Ming that night?" Ning Changjiu asked.

If Si Ming stayed that night, they might have to sleep in a bed. Thinking about it, it's still a bit...crowded.

Lu Jia married: "Isn't it to test you? Who knows that you really showed up all at once."

Ning Changjiu smiled helplessly: "Marriage is really full of distrust for me."

Lu Jia married: "Who makes you come back from a long trip, always bring some...surprise."

Ning Changjiu righteously said: "I am looking for good sisters for marriage."

Lu Jiajia opened his eyes and stared at him coldly for a while.

"Go down!"

The woman gave a clear cry.

Ning Changjiu was kicked off the bed.

By the time Si Ming knocked on the door, Lu Jiajia was dressed and sat down. Ning Changjiu brewed new tea. The tea filtered from the spout showed a faint turquoise green, and the fragrance overflowed.

Si Ming looked at Lu Jiajia. Lu Jiajia was still wearing a plain white, a thin shirt with upper and lower body, only tied with a belt around his waist.

She looked at Si Ming and smiled.

"Sister is here." Lu Jiajia made hot tea for Si Ming.

Si Ming came with a light smile, her fragrant shoulders were steady, and her gait was gentle and graceful. She picked up the tea, took a sip, then took out a small kit and stuffed it into Lu Jiajia’s palm. He closed five fingers for her.

"No one can protect you after I leave, so be careful of yourself." Si Ming exhorted, with concern in the as always indifferent tone.

Lu Jiajia held a small kit and nodded vigorously.

She talked quietly with Si Ming for a while.

Ning Changjiu was left aside and grinned with a smile: "Who is the husband?"

Lu Jiamarried Youyou said: "Our sisters have a deep affection, let you control it?"

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, and even more innocent, wondering why when I said sisters, you had to kick me out of bed!

Lu Jiajia knows what he is thinking, but just said: "Anyway, when Xiang'er asks a crime, you will explain it yourself. I won't help you."

Ning Changjiu comforted himself: "Xiang'er, um...she has always been considerate to me."

Si Ming curiously asked: "What kind of person is Zhao Xianger?"

Lu Jiajia didn't know how to describe it, but just gave a general description, sketching out a petite but graceful figure with a single ponytail, a beautiful face, and a jet black depicting the majestic image of a golden dragon robe.

Si Ming nodded lightly, with a look of disapproval on his face.

Hmph, no matter how proud the girl is, at best, she is only a priest of the Kingdom of Suzaku, and her realm strength is on the same level as herself.

"Well, most women who can see Ning Changjiu are not very smart." Si Ming showed a clear contempt for Zhao Xianger.

"..." Lu Jiajia looked at her, pursed his lips, and made a silent protest to her words.

The time for parting soon arrived.

Lu Jia married and got up to see Ning Changjiu and Si Ming and goodbye.

Ning Changjiu hugged her, and she also wrapped each other around her arms, softly touching each other,

Si Ming didn't bother to watch their ears and temples, and walked out the door alone.

The City of Ten Thousand Demons does not allow swords, and she will not force the rules. After going out, with a move of her finger, a stream of light flew out from the top floor of the Jiuyou Hall, and the black sword hung over her body between the sound of the sword and the clear whistle. Before, he landed slowly and settled in the courtyard, like a disaster-suppressing device, motionless.

When Ning Changjiu came out, the pear blossoms in the courtyard had become powder.

He looked at Si Ming's back and whispered softly: "Let's go."

Si Ming said, she attached the painted demon fox wood mask to her cheeks, looking at Ning Changjiu quietly with a pair of icy eyes, and said: "The last time we really walked side by side, it seemed that we were still chased by the sinner. Time."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yes, before you came down from the golden cross, I never thought we could become friends."

Si Ming couldn't help thinking of the humiliation of Ning Changjiu and Shao Xiaoli on the golden torture frame.

"Huh, dare you to bring up this matter? If it is not Nu Wen, I have already settled the old account with you." Si Ming responded coldly.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said seriously: "Perhaps, this is also one of the practices for you to return to the position of priest."

Under the mask, Si Ming's eyes narrowed slightly. She was touched by Ning Changjiu.

She has always regarded these experiences as part of her practice.

Si Ming said: "It's too kind to marry, and I really suffer from being with you."

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "Fate is busy, it's not my wish."

"Have you ever thought about the significance of your experience of all this?" Si Ming asked, following his words.

"Think about it." Ning Changjiu replied quickly: "In the beginning I thought I was just saving myself, now..."

They walked through the courtyard and looked at the Ten Peaks. Although the rain last night has stopped, but the rain and mist have not yet dissipated. The world reveals its veil little by little through the rain and mist, and the ten peaks present their appearance in such a vague and quiet manner.

"What now? Save this world?" Si Mingwei mocked, as if mocking his naivety.

Ning Changjiu gently shook her head. She glanced at Jiuyou Hall. Ning Xiaoling was running out of it, her tail like a beating flame.

Ning Changjiu said softly: "How can it be so grand. I just want to try my best to find peace for them."

Ning Xiaoling ran so fast that she rushed in front of them. Looking at her cute appearance, Ning Changjiu stretched out her arms to pick her up.

Ning Xiaoling jumped up with a swish, and jumped into Si Ming's soft embrace.

Ning Changji was silent for a moment, then took his hand back angrily and sighed.

The little fox rolled a few times in Si Ming's arms, with her small paws resting on the raised robe, she raised her head and looked at Si Ming's face.

Si Ming also wears a demon fox mask at this moment, and the real fox and the fake fox who are looking at each other look a bit harmonious.

"Sister, you must be careful, it doesn't matter if you don't take back the authority, I just discuss it with Mingjun...You must be well." Ning Xiaoling said softly.

Si Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry, there is nothing in this world that my sister wants but can't get."

"Hmm." Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously.

After that, she jumped into Ning Changjiu's arms, and it was also a coquettish roll. Ning Changjiu was originally a bit resentful about the scene just now, but the little fox is so cute, his deliberately straight face softened suddenly, he rubbed Ning Xiaoling's ears and back, and said: "Take care of your master." /

Ning Xiaoling said: "Take good care of sister Si Ming."

Ning Changjiu smiled and stretched out her palm, and Ning Xiaoling stretched out her palm too, the two palms pressed against each other.

……

When the fish king saw Ning Changjiu and Si Ming, his nose and face were swollen.

It was sitting in front of the aquarium with salted fish piled like a hill, with a look of lovelessness on its face.

Ning Changjiu came to help it move Yushan. He was surprised to see the appearance of the fish king: "This...who did it?"

The fish king used to be a giant monster of the five realms. Although the cultivation base has fallen, after the underworld, Ning Changjiu gave the Mingjuan back. With the fish king's repeated opportunities, the realm has also risen a lot. And most of the people who came to Youyue Lake were disciples. Those disciples would not be deceived by the Fish King Keng. How could they be its opponents?

Who can beat the fish king like this?

The King of Fish hesitated and said: "I practiced on the cliff last night, uh... I accidentally fell."

Ning Changjiu was skeptical: "Can a cat fall like this?"

The king of fish blushed and argued: "It's not because of malnutrition! If you eat salted fish every day, you must be salted fish than me!"

"..." Ning Changjiu was speechless.

As the fish king said this, he looked at Si Ming tremblingly.

It is instinctively afraid of this woman, after all, even at her peak, it is far from her opponent.

Ning Changjiu said: "The Lord Sovereign has issued an amnesty order to save you from defrauding your disciples. You will be free from fishing in the future, but you must reflect on it carefully and you are not allowed to do it again."

The King Fish was flattered, he looked at them and asked: "Are you going to travel far?"

"Hush." ​​Ning Changjiu said: "Confidentiality."

The fish king nodded immediately, urging Ning Changjiu to ‘let the tiger go back to the mountain’ quickly.

Ning Changjiu helped King Fish to move the salted fish tank.

The King of Fish was relieved and quickly thanked Sect Master Sect Master for her wiseness and kindness.

Si Ming sighed, thinking that if the next generation really listened to this thing, then the world of the gods would be declining.

After they left, the fish king let out a long sigh of relief.

It lay on the bank of the river, reached out and touched the bruise on its cheek, hissed with pain.

It said panic.

This injury was not caused by a fall accidentally, but by a fight.

But it was too embarrassing, it couldn't bear to say it-it lost to a fish.

Just last night, when it was lying on its stomach in the cave watching the rain, a red fish suddenly appeared in Youyue Lake, swimming around, arrogant and eye-catching, and looked very supplementary.

The King of Fish had never seen this fish on weekdays, thinking that it was a rare species that had hung on the bottom of the lake in the past and only came up on rainy days.

As soon as he saw the fish, he created a variety of recipes in his mind. While deciding what to do, he jumped into the lake to catch the fish.

The fish is exceptionally beautiful, with a graceful figure, and its scales are like imaginary burning fire, especially the pair of thin wings that are as long as bird wings.

The King of Fishes prided themselves on being the ruler of Youyue Lake, and with a grinning laugh, he pounced on the red fish. But that beautiful fish was able to fight far more than it had imagined. The fish king was forced to retreat by a flick of his tail. He could not give up, just as he underestimated the enemy, waved his claws again, and then the turbulence blew up. At the sound of the sound, the fish king was repeated by the fish's old trick, and he flicked his tail several times in a row.

It never thought that the self-proclaimed fish king would encounter such a rival in his life.

But at any rate you don’t have to eat salted fish...

The fish king was about to go down to the lake to hunt, but saw the red fish floating up like a ghost, staring at it coldly.

"I can't leave!" The fish king was silent for a while, and was about to leave in grief and anger.

At the corner, a girl’s voice suddenly sounded: "Thank you, you are here. I heard them say that there is a cat living in a cave by the lake. It is very similar to the one I lost. I didn’t expect it to be you... Since you are back, why don't you come to me."

The visitor was Yu Jin. She looked at the white cat with tears in her eyes, and said: "Listen to Xiaodi, why are you so thin? By the way, have you seen Xiaoling?"

Looking at the little girl in the white dress, the fish king finally became more clear. He yelled a few happily and ran to ask for food.

In the distance, Ning Changjiu glanced at the red shadow flickering in the middle of the lake, and roughly guessed the cause of the matter.

The heavy rain last night was not a dream. That is a red fish made of paper kites.

Does this mean Master is guarding my marriage and Xiaoling for me, so that I can find her with peace of mind?

Ning Changjiu was not sure, but he finally let go of his last worry and left with Si Ming.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the willow twigs hang down in the forest. Looking far away, the new buds are as tender as velvet, swaying on the mountain road that stretches far away.

Siming stood among the rocks, black robe facing the wind, and moonwhite embroidered shoes looming.

She stretched out her hand, wiped it in front of her, and drew a virtual sword.

She stepped on the tip of the virtual sword.

She is a great monk in the five realms, and she always needs to carry people faster.

Ning Changjiu came behind her.

The two kept a delicate distance.

The sword broke through the air.

"Hold tight, it's going to be faster." Si Mingqing said coldly.

Ning Changjiu approached silently.

Si Ming sneered and said: "There is no outsider here. Who is to pretend to be such a reluctant appearance? What kind of promise was made by marrying Lu, and I feel guilty?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It's just a little uncomfortable."

After all, in the past, traveling with people was done by him or together.

Simming said: "In the first night, when you married me and married me, how important was your start, how can you be afraid of it now? Oh, and when I kissed you, I didn't see you so twitchy. "

Ning Changjiu listened to her slightly sultry words, wondering if Lu Jiajia was letting Si Ming test herself.

He looked at the curve of Si Ming's back, strengthened Dao Xin, indifferent, and leaned forward stiffly.

"Didn't Xiao Li let you kiss me?" Ning Changjiu said casually, alleviating the embarrassment of the scene.

Simming said: "Not long after I went out, I thought of the little girl far away in Duanjiecheng?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Didn't you still want to accept her as a disciple?"

"Looking at how she obeyed you, I didn't plan to do that." Si Ming said: "I want to accept apprentices, not traitors."

Ning Changjiu smiled, did not answer, just thinking that in Luo Shu, she and her marriage seemed to have almost become mentors and apprentices.

She has the eyes of picking apprentices...It's quite similar to her own eyes of picking masters.

Sword Qi broke through the air.

The whistling of the wind cut off Ning Changjiu's thoughts.

The forest trembled violently by the sword qi, and the green new leaves rushed down. There was no sign of them in the forest, and the afterimage of sword aura was diluted in the sunlight.

……

……

The spring of Gu Lingzong is bright and beautiful, but some corners of the world are still snowing.

Between the towering snow-capped mountains, the strong wind is searching over and over again, and the storm rubs the snow surface and stirs countless snow particles. They gather, like clouds rising from the other side of the mountain, arbitrarily overflowing. To swallow this place.

Several men hide behind a boulder.

They were trembling with cold, and the eyebrows and beards were covered with frost. The headed man's red hands were pulling the mink clothes tightly. He tied the knife to his hand and looked over the stone from time to time to look far away. There was snow everywhere, and the eyes were full of fear.

His body is generally buried in the snow. The snow penetrates into the boots, cutting the skin like a knife, and his breathing is very slow. The cold gas slowly enters the lungs after being heated by the trachea of ​​the body.

They are a caravan carrying goods. Unfortunately, they encountered a snow disaster here... to be precise, it was a dragon disaster.

The king of the snow mountain was furious, and set off a storm, blocking their way. All the goods were lost, buried in the snow, and they lost their money, and they are likely to die here.

The headed man is holding the knife tightly. He is cold all over, thinking of his wife's repeated warnings when he is parting...Forget the days, the child is about to be born. He once vowed to make a career, go back safely, and take her to live a good life. But now...

He thought of his wife's thin face, and of her back with her big belly secretly going to her family to borrow money... A more violent wind blew in his heart, guilt rising, tumbling, and the man's expression in pain.

He opened the snow-covered eyes with difficulty and glanced at the person next to him. A thin young man had passed out, and the skin on his hand was wrinkled with cold. Snow fell continuously on the big rock that was leaning on their backs, hitting them, and drowning them.

"Wake up...Don't go to sleep." The man pushed him with his elbow, shouting in a low voice.

The young man whose face was frosted and cracked his lips, he tried his best to open his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I...I can't hold it anymore. If you can go back alive, help me take care of my sister. Dead, she...is only seven years old."

"I can't pay off my debts, I don't bother to care about you, you can find a way to go back alive!" The man's words became harsher.

The young man gave a sorrowful laugh, and said: "Father died on this road last year...this is the life of my family."

The man looked at his gray face and trembled all over. He wanted to wake up other people who were dying. He opened his mouth, but made no sound.

The sound was swallowed by the sound of Blizzard behind.

The man squeezed his body with a knife, and got up with difficulty. He looked over the stone and looked at the blizzard in the distance. The last light in his pupils faded, and he was completely desperate.

"Still coming..." There was a sound in his throat that only he could hear.

During the blizzard, scarlet eyes lit up in the snow and mist, and accompanied by it, was a huge, rugged body, that was the body of a dragon, a monster in the snow mountain... It was climbing on a pair of ice wings. Out of the snow sea, stretched out his long neck, glanced across the snowy field, and let out a low, desperate roar.

The roar overwhelmed the wind.

This is the notorious dragon here, and many people died in its territory. It is precisely because of this that a trip to this business road is also very expensive, which is why men choose to take the risk.

But the snow dragon still appeared.

The man closed his eyes in despair. Death is not terrible to him. Before he got married, he was not a good person. Now, his wife's reaction when the news of his death was brought home is his only concern.

Xuelong's voice echoed lowly, like a hand that dragged a person down the abyss, and the man's breathing gradually became numb.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a red shadow suddenly floated across the corner of his cracked eyes.

This shadow looks extremely unreal in the snow.

The man opened his eyes dullly.

He looked around and saw nothing. But the vast blizzard was obviously quieter.

"Captain!"

Someone called him in a low voice.

The man was awake for a few minutes. He turned his head and saw a short teenager stand up hard, pointing at the back of the rock, his eyes trembling.

"Look there..." he said.

The man pulled himself up from the snow and slowly looked behind the rock—that's the direction where the snow disaster dragon came.

The overwhelming snow did not really stop, and the snow piled up on a dividing line, unable to exceed half a step.

And on that snow line, a red dress flying shadow stares sharply. In front of the ferocious skull of the snow disaster dragon, her figure was so small, but like a world-burning fire, the dragon stopped the shadow of its wings.

"Female...Queen?" The man immediately guessed her identity...this style, only the legendary queen is worthy...The flame in his heart suddenly rises, and the man speaks incoherently with excitement. Immediately wake up the people around you, let them die later, and hold on for a while.

The figure of the woman in the red dress is pure and beautiful.

The sword in her hand is also as pure as glass.

She is standing in the air, her dress like a fiery flame jumping in the wind. Her brows are cold, her skin is like snow that lasts forever.

She is obviously small, but in the eyes of the snow disaster giant, she is like a mass of killing.

The dragon murmured like surrender.

"How many times have I warned you! After repeated teaching, why do you keep you?" The cold voice of the woman pierced the wind and snow.

The red dress and the sword crashed into the monstrous snow and fog.

The long groan of the dragon sounded.

In that enchantment line, the overwhelming snow surges like real waves.

Gu Long's long roar turned from rage to stern.

Jian Guang shuttles brightly in the snow, seeming to cut the cracks between the world and the earth.

Soon, the snow mist in the sky turned into blood mist.

The wind and snow fell silent.

The body of the snow disaster dragon fell on the snowy field, and the scarlet eyes lost their light. Its wings were cut off, its body was torn apart, and the huge sword wounds, hot blood boiled out.

The woman in the red dress walked out with her back to the huge dragon corpse.

Her blade is covered with smoke.

The surviving people stared behind the rock without blinking. They had never seen such a decisive beauty in Ling Ran.

The snow is getting quieter and quieter, and the sky is getting brighter. The fog is getting thinner and thinner, and the mountain peaks are getting farther and farther away.

The silhouette of the red dress drifted away until it disappeared.

Everyone finally recovered.

"She... is she our king?"

"Well, she is Shao Xiaoli."