Beyond the Divine States Chapter 148: : lingering for three thousand years

Ning Changjiu’s arms flashed with cold light, the dagger stabbed first, and then the killing intent followed the sword. The air in the wooden building solidified after a short period of turbulence, and the sharp edge on the dagger looked like a violent snow. .

The sword stopped in front of Mr. Zhang, against the skin of his throat, a drop of blood tumbled on the blade of the dagger.

Old Mr. Zhang looked at the dagger in hindsight, frowned and said, "What are you doing? You... Are you suspicious of me?"

Ning Changjiu took a deep look at him, then retracted the dagger in his hand.

His sword is a temptation, but his killing intent can't be faked at all.

But Mr. Zhang didn't do anything.

Ning Changjiu put the dagger in its sheath, then held the sheath in both hands and placed it on the table aside, saying: "Mr. offended."

Old Mr. Zhang glanced at the dagger on the table coldly, his anger was hard to hide in his eyes, he touched his neck, sat back in the airtight antique chair, and sighed: "Get out Right."

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling left this wooden building.

"Brother, did we really misunderstand him?" Ning Xiaoling asked uncertainly.

Ning Changjiu shook his head flatly: "It's him."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Why, if Grandpa Zhang is really a master, why didn't he respond just now?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Because I am a master, I can be so calm. How would ordinary people react to an assassination... And his calmness is also a warning to me."

Ning Xiaoling worried: "Then what should I do now?"

Ning Changjiu said: "What he meant secretly was that he would not do anything to us, let us wait for the ghost festival to pass, and don't make any extra branches."

Ning Xiaoling frowned: "But we two ordinary disciples, what does he keep us here for?"

This is also something that Ning Changjiu wanted to know. He suddenly remembered the assassination of Bingrong that night. Could it be Mr. Zhang that sneaked into the hidden peak and bestowed the realm of Bingrong?

If this is the case, then Lu is safe to marry at this moment.

Just what the old man wants to do?

Ning Changjiu recalled the various behaviors of Mr. Zhang in the previous life, hoping to find some details, and then Ning Changjiu wanted to understand one thing again.

The three screens in the sword hall hide the sword intent. The paintings of Mr. Zhang in the previous life also have obvious traces of monks, but in this life his brushwork is only like an ordinary mortal painter.

The reason for this should be that his current realm is higher than in the past and in his previous life, so he has truly achieved a Tibetan front.

In the previous life, Mr. Zhang could not hide his edge, perhaps because he was injured...

Leaving the injured person, Ning Changjiu has the answer in his heart——Senior Sister Si.

Eight years ago in the previous life, the fourth elder sister came here. She should have fought with Mr. Zhang, and then took him to Dahe Town. But in this life, for some reason, that battle didn’t happen. Broke out.

Ning Xiaoling saw that the senior was silent, so she said to herself: "If we can't go back, the master will have to worry about death."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Someone has gone back for us."

Ning Xiaoling was surprised: "What?"

Ning Changjiu said an absurd possibility: "The two paintings have lost their beauty...maybe there are people who are exactly like us, who have come back to the top for us."

Ning Xiaoling thought of the two lifelike paintings, her horror: "Can the master find out?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Lu Jiajia can tell at a glance, I'm afraid that she will concentrate on retreating and will never have a chance to see it."

Ning Xiaoling twisted her fingers and said: "Given the relationship between the brother and the master, the master should come and find you secretly, right?"

Ning Changjiu was taken aback for a moment, looked at Ning Xiaoling, smiled bitterly and asked: "What is the relationship between my marriage and Lu...?"

Ning Xiaoling shuddered, and immediately said with a serious face: "Um... mediocre relationship between teacher and apprentice!"

Passing through the yard where bamboo shadows are swaying, Xiuzhu swayed in the wind, the shadows of the lanterns lit up a dark night, and the birds flew back after they left.

Walking into the hall, Ning Changjiu stopped.

In the darkness, a pair of pitiful eyes were staring at him.

"Xiaolian?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised and called her name softly.

This little girl should have been awakened by their knock on the door just now.

Xiao Lian opened her mouth and made two random gestures, not knowing what to say.

Ning Changjiu seemed to understand. He squatted down, looked at her, and rubbed her head, and said seriously: "Don't worry, we will help you."

Xiao Lian stopped her movements and nodded vigorously.

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"Brother, have you thought of a way?"

Ning Xiaoling paced back and forth in the room and couldn't sleep at all, while Ning Changjiu sat by the window as usual, half of her body covered in moonlight.

Ning Changjiu replied: "We must get out of this palindrome."

Ning Xiaoling wondered why the brother is becoming more and more nonsense, she continued to ask: "How can we get out? Is it possible that we have to tear down everything in this poem?"

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head.

Although the senior apprentice vetoed it, Ning Xiaoling felt that she had found the right answer.

The next day, she unwound the bell on the door intentionally or unconsciously.

"This bell is so beautiful, can you give it to me when I leave?" Ning Xiaoling shook it in her hand.

Qiu Sheng was also embarrassed to refuse this fairy sister.

Next, Sister Fairy became more and more open to the lion.

She pulled out the lotus leaf in the water tank at the door, unhooked the lamp on the wall, climbed up the tall building to drive away the little greyfinch, and was pecked severely by the greyfinch's counterattack. .

But the Ghost Festival in Liantian Town shows no signs of disappearing.

She originally wondered if it was because the image in the poem hadn't been completely wiped out, she looked at the bamboo and the courtyard wall entangledly, judging whether she would provoke Mr. Zhang if she cut the bamboo down and pushed the wall. Mr.'s chase.

Finally, she turned her gaze to the "bright moon" in the poem, was silent for a long time, and gave up all her thoughts.

She put back all the things she robbed, and waited quietly for her brother to think of a way to break the game.

Time returned to peace. Ning Changjiu sat in the house every day, without drinking or eating, silently thinking, dipping his fingers in clear water from time to time to write something on the table, and finally shook his head to wipe it off.

Ning Xiaoling, in the mood of a blind cat and a dead mouse, goes out every day, or visits the meek animals, or walks on the ridges, and sometimes goes to the lotus pond to look for it. A giant python, but that giant python seemed to be really frightened, even if the senior was not around, it would not surface.

One day, two days... Time will not slow down because of their anxiety. In a blink of an eye, the days of the Four Summit Swords in Tianzong are already near.

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Han Xiaosu hid in a porcelain vase, looking at the painter who was exactly like Ning Changjiu, the worry and fear in her heart made her dare not sleep in peace.

Two days ago, she tried to escape from the window, but was discovered by the other party.

Han Xiaosu originally thought that she was bound to die, but he did not expect that the other party just said coldly to her: "Go back."

Han Xiaosu hid back into the porcelain vase tremblingly as if he was amnesty, afraid to look at him.

Next, Ning Changjiu seemed to be unaware of her existence, and turned into a painting every day, lying quietly on the bed, sleeping like a human, and his sleep time was getting longer and longer.

During the period, Han Xiaosu tried to leave again, but every time she left the bottle, Ning Changjiu would wake up, turning from a painting to a human, staring at her indifferently, as if she would be beaten up in the next moment.

After Han Xiaosu was forced back into the porcelain vase for the third time, she quickly calmed down. She suddenly felt that Ning Changjiu was also afraid of herself.

In the past half month, he didn't have any unnecessary reactions to his own existence.

Han Xiaosu imagined that if he were him, he would definitely eliminate the roots without leaving any hidden dangers.

But she was still scared. She felt that Ning Changjiu was not related to herself, and it didn't seem worthy of her own risk. He also seemed to save herself because of a promise to someone. Who is that person? She couldn't remember it anymore.

So the two people in the room confronted each other in silence.

And tonight, among the hidden peaks, a sword sound rang within a small area. Nan Cheng opened his eyes, and dozens of iron swords humming around him, as his mind moved, they went from being hard. Uplifted abruptly from the rock, hovering beside him.

The dishevelled Nan Cheng opened the long hair that covered his eyes. He exhaled and looked at the neatly hovering flying swords. His arms rose and fell. Those flying swords were like part of his body. Followed by ups and downs.

"Is this the Houtian sword fetus..." Nan Cheng was in awe. He turned his palm into a fist and shook it sharply. The rusty iron swords all slammed into the front wall.

The iron filings fall like autumn leaves.

After tonight is the Sword of Four Summits, and he happened to form the Houtian sword tonight. Not only did the fallen realm return to the original state, but he even went up a long way, and it was only a step away from the Longevity Realm. .

The impact of the iron sword faded in my ears a little bit.

He was ecstatic at the moment, suffering from not being able to find anyone to share his joy, thinking that it would be fine if the senior was there.

By the way...Where did that senior go?

Worry arose in Nan Cheng's heart. He felt that it was no coincidence that he had formed a sword body today. This must have been within the calculations of the predecessor, but why did he not look at himself? Is this also in his eyes? Is it just a trivial matter?

He put away these distracting thoughts, and felt the strength of the sword body. It was a new and unparalleled realm. He was intoxicated in it, and it took a long time to calm down.

Nan Cheng took a sword and chopped up his long hair that had not been treated for two years. He walked out of the cave, left the hidden peak, and then remembered something, he hesitated for a while and walked into the book pavilion.

He intends to thank Master Yan Zhou, uncle Yan Zhou. If he hadn't recommended him back then, as a young disciple, he might not have the qualifications to get the jade medal and go to Hidden Peak to retreat.

He walked into the book pavilion and was stunned.

"Master..." He saw Yan Zhou lying halfway on the ground, but his back did not touch the floor. He held the sword in a weird posture. He originally thought Yan Zhou was awake and wanted to call him. , But only when the first word was spoken, he suddenly realized that Uncle Shi seemed to be sleepwalking?

But as soon as the word "teacher" was uttered, Yan Zhou woke up.

His weird sword stand suddenly fell apart, and his body fell to the ground.

The old man opened his eyes and stretched, looking at the sword in his hand strangely, frowning, as if thinking about why he would hold the sword in his sleep.

After that, he turned his attention to the man who entered the book pavilion at night.

"Who?" Yan Zhou said in a bad tone to the boy who was disturbing his dreams.

Nan Cheng held a sword and saluted, and said nervously: "The disciple Nan Cheng, I was appreciated by my uncle's uncle more than two years ago and was able to practice in retreat. Today, Dacheng left the customs, thank you very much."

Yan Zhou said in a bad mood: "Can't you come during the day?"

Nan Cheng apologized and said: "The disciple is too happy, I want to confess good to my uncle, and I didn't pay much attention to time."

Yan Zhou rubbed his eyes. Since Yan Feng died, he hadn't slept well for many days. Today, he finally rested in peace for a while, but he was disturbed by a disciple. He felt a little upset and waved his hand. Said: "I know, I know."

Nan Cheng knew that it was best for him to leave at this moment, but he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen Yan Zhou's weird sword stand before...

Then, flashed through his mind the image of the previous generation stabs the gray-robed old man with a sword back. It turns out that the sword move was passed on to him by the uncle Yan Zhou.

Nan Cheng admired: "Uncle Shi is worthy of being Uncle Shi, and he never forgets to practice swords in his dream."

Yan Zhou wanted to drive him away directly, but this sentence made him startled: "Practicing swords in a dream?"

Nan Cheng was slightly surprised: "Uncle Shizu is just putting a sword pile."

Yan Zhou looked at this serious-looking young disciple, and laughed: "Just because I am a senior and I have a high level of qualifications, I am practicing swords even if I sleepwalking in casual poses?"

Nan Cheng was taken aback, and said: "Uncle Shi...Isn't he practicing sword?"

Yan Zhou finally wanted a good night's sleep. He was too lazy to pay attention to him. He tossed the sword, and the sword flew back into the sheath accurately. He yawned, turned his back, and walked into the recliner.

Nan Cheng knew that he shouldn't talk more at this moment, he turned away in silence, and then closed the door.

Yan Zhou looked at the sword in its sheath, and laughed at himself: "The sword moves the sword... The Heavenly Sword Scripture has been lost for so many years, is it that I still can't worry about it in my dreams? It made the juniors read the jokes. ."

Nan Cheng walked out of the book pavilion and walked to the room where he had been dusted for a long time.

Suddenly, he smelled a hint of wine.

"Lu...Lu Yuanbai?" Nan Cheng walked to the top of the stairs, looked at the wine jars and the half-drunk man on the ground, and called out his name uncertainly.

Lu Yuanbai raised his head and looked at the young man with messy hair cut. It took a long time before he realized his identity: "Yeah, Nancheng disciple, have you left? The sword of the four summits in the day. , The face of our peak depends on you."

Nan Cheng didn't care much about this low-level uncle who loves to drink, but he smiled in line with his seniority, sat next to him, drank a few sips with him, and greeted a few words.

It's a pity that Lu Yuanbai is really incapable of drinking. He fell to the ground after not drinking two glasses. After being drunk, he kept whispering a person's name in his mouth, and his words were blurred.

Nan Cheng sighed.

He stood up and wanted to leave. When he passed a certain room, his sword's heart moved and he suddenly turned his head and stared at the door of that room. He could feel that there was a murderous intent coming from the other side of the door.

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Han Xiaosu, who hesitated for a whole night, finally made up her mind before dawn. She thought to herself that the boy in white is her only support now. If something happens to him, how can she live in the future? It would be a dream to return to Linhe City to make a golden body and be a river god.

The most important thing is that she really hates the puppet in front of her.

Through her meticulous observation, she was sure in her heart that this dummy must be a bluff, and she has some realm in her practice these days, so she might as well use this dummy first.

Han Xiaosu persuaded himself, strengthened his courage, and floated out of the porcelain bottle.

Ning Changjiu woke up, changed into a human form, sat on the bed, and said indifferently without a trace of emotion: "Go back."

Han Xiaosu sneered: "Who are you scaring? If you are really capable, why don't you do it sooner?"

Ning Changjiu's voice is still mechanical: "I don't want to have extra branches."

Still scaring people...Han Xiaosu became more and more determined.

"Go to hell!" She gave a cold cry and slashed her palm.

But she found that she had greatly underestimated the strength of this dummy.

Ning Chang Jiuping raised his hand and slapped her.

Han Xiaosu's soul was almost lost in that palm.

He didn’t deceive Han Xiaosu. He really just didn’t want to have extra branches. At the moment he was drawn, he was inlaid with consciousness: keep quiet, stay in retreat, don’t be discovered by anyone, never get involved. People do it, let alone murder.

After Ning Changjiu took the palm, he made a mechanical trade-off in a short time, and unlocked it with another instruction-"Unless it is forced."

He took another second palm.

Han Xiaosu regrets it very much, thinking that he shouldn’t be nosy, and now he will die without anyone knowing it. If that person is really alive, even if he knows the news of his death, he should be happy to miss one. Drag the oil bottle.

Just when she was about to be beaten to death by a palm, the door suddenly shattered, and a sword fell between them in an instant.

Ning Changjiu slapped the sword with the palm of his hand, and the rust on the body of the sword was beaten and scattered, revealing the smooth and bright blade.

"Senior?" Nan Cheng's sword stood in front of Han Xiaosu. He looked at this murderous figure and said in surprise.

"No! He he... he is not!" Han Xiaosu exclaimed behind him.

Ning Changjiu didn't seem to regard Nan Cheng as an enemy. He looked at the ghost **** the ground and said coldly: "Kill her."

Nan Cheng returned to God, and then discovered that this girl is a ghost, and the Heavenly Sect of the Sword Sect is a famous and authentic school. How can a ghost sneak in? It must be a plot! He didn't ask his predecessors about the reason, but out of inexplicable trust, he turned around and slashed at Han Xiaosu.

"No!" Han Xiaosu yelled. In a moment of life and death, she raised the hairpin in her hand in a panic, but her words were difficult to follow: "This...this, see the hairpin as you see..."

She couldn't remember the next words, but when the hairpin was taken out, Nan Chengluojian's hand did hesitate.

Then, his body also froze.

In the blink of an eye, a sword tip appeared on his lower abdomen.

"You..." Nan Cheng turned his head incredulously and looked at Ning Changjiu's puppet-like indifferent face: "Who are you?"

Han Xiaosu's soul trembled, she shouted: "He is not a benefactor! He is a fake, the benefactor has not come back, he has not come back!"

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to explode his sword qi and directly kill the boy with messy hair in front of him, but he also underestimated the opponent. Ning Changjiu discovered that his sword qi was not under his control, and instead followed the sword. The hilt of the sword came back towards himself.

Ning Changjiu withdrew his hand mechanically.

Nan suffered the injury, and with the power he was instilled, there was originally a chance to fight back, but the movement here alarmed Yazhu, and after a few breaths, Yazhu came with his sword.

"What's the matter?" She stared at the scene in surprise.

Ning Changjiu knew that the situation was over.

In the adjacent wing, Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes.

She stood up in silence, and then her whole body began to burn.

She knew that Ning Chang had died, and in their established knowledge, if either party died, the other party would communicate this to the owner.

The scroll burned out, and a red butterfly flew away in the flames, passed the window, and disappeared into the night.

When Yazhu and Nan Cheng understood everything, and realized that Ning Xiaoling was also a fake, they came into the house, but they could only see the remains of dust on the ground.

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"Brother, is there really no way?" Ning Xiaoling waited for the dawn with him.

Ning Changjiu said: "This palindrome is not without answers."

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "I actually thought of it, as long as I find the inconsistency between the pros and cons of this poem, maybe I can crack it, but there is no coherence in this poem."

Ning Changjiu said: "Yes. No matter how good the palindrome is, there is a place that cannot be read back."

"What is it?"

"Title."

Ning Changjiu said the answer calmly.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up, like a divine enlightenment, and then she suddenly thought that this poem was untitled!

This must be done deliberately, for fear that they will realize this and break the topic!

Broken the question... a good one.

Ning Xiaoling was excited.

"But what's the topic?" Junior sister asked innocently.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and patted her on the head, looked at her like a little fool, and sighed: "This is what the brother has been thinking about these three days."

"Oh..."

Ning Xiaoling felt that everything was back to the beginning.

While talking, in the open window, a black cat suddenly leaped up, and it whimpered at the two of them, the sound was still the same, as if a baby was crying.

Ning Changjiu touched its soft back and hair. Then, he looked at the black cat and said two words that made Ning Xiaoling's creeps suddenly:

"Little Lotus..."

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In the dark night, in the ten thousand-height lotus pond, the sparkling silver water suddenly stirred up waves.

The lotus leaf shook, the mud under the water churned, and a black smooth back rolled over in the water, and its arched body was like a dark tide undulating up and down.

A few days later, the blue-headed and black-body giant python resurfaced. It looked like an angry current swept across the lotus pond. The rise and fall of its body smashed a huge wave, like the anger of a river god.

Finally, the surface of the water gradually subsided, and the moonlight reflected a faint light on its exposed scales. Its upper body stood upright from the surface of the water. The head of the snake was raised high, looking at the silvery moonlight, in its eyes With pride that has been missing for a thousand years.

It seems to be waiting for someone.

After a while, an old man walked by the lotus pond.

That is Mr. Zhang.

He raised his hand, and the giant python swam over slowly if it sensed it. It bent its head, and the old man's hand was placed on its head.

"Three thousand years..."

Mr. Zhang's fingers gently stroked the scales of his forehead. The old man stood still, like an old tree that was torn down by wind and frost, and now he saw the birds that often perched on the branches thousands of years ago. , With a memory that transcends time in his eyes.

"For three thousand years, one has become disabled, and the broken bones are kept as a container by the Zitian Daomen, and you have become a fool again..."

"We are an older existence than the Lord of the Kingdom of God. If it weren't for that person, Jiuying could take over the Kingdom of God. You and I are the envoys and emperors of the gods. Why are you still lingering? These three thousand years , How many people have we survived in the world... even if it was five hundred years ago..."

Mr. Zhang sighed softly and didn't continue speaking, his body seemed to be older.

"Well, I have worked so hard to piece together you into what you are now. Don't let me down."

A red butterfly flew in front of him.

This means that the false Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling have been discovered.

But it's getting light soon, and these have no effect on the overall situation.

He looked at the horizon. This was the millionth time he looked at the sunrise.

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(It’s not too far from the end of the second volume, there is a loss of Calvin...)