Beyond the Divine States Chapter 150: : Break the question

Lu Jiajia walked through the wilderness with Yujian. Her speed was too fast. The wind split her face like thunder, and the corners of her clothes vibrated at high speed in the wind. She was like a sword, and bursts of air burst out wherever she passed.

Lu Jiajia didn't wear a hair crown, and her long hair danced wildly. Her gaze was downward and she swept across the wilderness. Tianlong villages flashed past her vision, and the thorns of the wild forest could not stop her.

Bai Hong chiseled the ground, and Feijian slowly fell to her side after a while.

The saber hangs on one side, turning it gently, the tip of the sword is like a star.

The dancing ink hair gradually calmed down, and in front of me was the torii of Lotus Town.

Behind the archway is a solid red clay wall. There are many animal bones accumulated under the wall. Most of the animal bones have not died for long, and the body has not completely rotted. Inside the breastbone, there are many black and red rotting birds pecking at With their leftover meat.

Lu Jiajia frowned suddenly, feeling something was wrong, her sword flew to her feet, and the long sword raised her body. Lu Jiajia's gaze crossed the dirt wall and looked towards the town. in.

The Tulou and Mulou in the small town are adjacent to each other, and thick smoke billows in the distance, as if something is burning.

When Lu Jiajia Yujian entered the town, a flying arrow came from behind the wall, and the arrow was shattered before she got close. Lu Jiajia turned his head and looked at the lookout with a face full of charcoal. The black, finger squeaking man.

"Fairy...Fairy teacher?" The man saw the beautiful and independent woman with Yujian, and was shocked. He quickly put down the arrow in his hand and exclaimed: "Fairy...Fairy teacher, you are here to help Is it ours?"

Lu Jia married Yujian to him and asked: "The Godless Moon is over, why are monsters still rampant here?"

The man froze for a long time, and said: "Isn't it like this all year round?"

Lu Jiamarried slightly frowned, and said: "Where are the two disciples who came to your town before? A boy and a girl."

The man wiped his dark face and didn't dare to look at the woman in front of him, but he was puzzled: "Where... where is the young girl?"

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia was also puzzled: "Aren't you Liantian Town here?"

The man froze for a long time, and said: "Liantian Town? We are Gushan Town here, and Liantian Town is going further north."

Lu Jiajia just wanted to say why your memorial arch says Liantian Town, but she squeezed the words to her lips. She guessed some of the reasons, thanked her, and went to the north.

Along the way, Lu Jiajia passed through dozens of villages and towns, and the memorial archways in each village and town were exactly the same, with the words "Liantian Town" written on it.

But the townspeople among them all said that this is not Liantian Town, and that the archway must have been tampered with by demons.

After hitting the wall dozens of times, even Lu Jiajia feels dizzy.

She didn't go down the mountain very often. Before leaving, she just glanced at the map to understand the general location, but after being deliberately confused one after another, she was already worried at the moment and couldn't tell the location.

She calmed down the messy Jianxin and recalled the direction of Lotus Field.

She originally wanted to ask the villagers, but about the location of Liantian Town, everyone had different opinions. Only the general direction was the same, north.

Lu Jiajia didn't dare to trust anyone. She was afraid that even an ordinary villager would have been put in advance by the person behind the scenes in order to block her own footsteps.

Her sword flew towards the north.

But how big is Nanzhou, how is it different from finding a needle in the sea to find a small town in the remote mountains?

She originally thought that there should be other three peak peak masters in Tianzong, and there should be no major incidents of Tianzong’s guardian formation, but at this moment she discovered that the conspiracy behind it has been planned for a long time, and she Being able to instantly kill Nine Umbrellas should be a part of their plan that they didn't expect. If she returned to the sect immediately at that time, she might be able to save the sect.

It's just that she didn't choose that.

There was a trace of guilt in her heart.

Lu Jia marries with his fingers and swords to stabilize Dao's heart. She knew that no matter which choice she made, she would regret it many years later.

She didn't think too much anymore, and went to the north with Yujian based on her original choice.

The sun is rising higher and higher, and the world is getting brighter.

……

In Liantian Town, a visitor came.

Now that the spring is deep and the weather has warmed up, the guest is still wearing a not-thin black purple cloak, with a hood covering his face, only two strands of white hair leaking from under the hood.

After he arrived in Liantian Town, he collected a small picture scroll.

He walked across the long street, and no one on the street noticed him.

The door to Mr. Zhang's house was opened, and the people from Xuanzi Dacloak walked in.

The black cat sitting on the bench seemed to sense something, and looked in his direction, but nothing was reflected in the big cat's eyes.

The man stood in the hall, stared at the painting in the center for a while, then went straight through the courtyard and into the old wooden building.

"Here?" Zhang Qianyu closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

The person slowly emerged after entering the house, and a translucent shadow appeared on the ground.

"Twelve Autumn." The visitor of Xuanzi Dacloak directly reported his family, and he is also one of the four masters of Zitian Daomen.

Among the Zitian Taoist gates, one to nine are the surnames of ordinary disciples, and there is no distinction or merit, while ten is the surname of the sect master, and eleven to fourteen are the surnames of the masters of the Four Great Paths, each The realm of Taoist masters is unfathomable.

"It's okay if ten is nothing?" Zhang Qianyu asked.

Ten Wu is the name of the master of the Zitian Dao Sect. The last time Zhang Qianyu met with him was thirty years ago.

Twelve Autumn smiled faintly, he did not take a seat, and stood quietly by the side, like a living ghost.

"The sect master is very good." With a slight smile in Twelve Autumn’s words, he did not reveal any other information, but said: "It took nearly sixty years, and Jiuying’s divine bones have become fierce. All were salvaged from the water, but only one was missing."

Zhang Qianyu talked about the secrets thousands of years ago: "Many monsters of that era were beheaded, even the **** bones in the Southern Desolate God Cave were also headless gods."

"Headless God?" Twelve Autumn was a little interested in this secret past. Although he found it incredible, he knew that the old man in front of him was a living history book.　　Zhang Qiuyu nodded and said: "The ancient gods killed by a certain great **** back then are bones without heads."

Twelve Autumn knew that the old man in front of him deliberately talked about it, perhaps he was trying to tempt him to plot something.

He calmed down, and did not continue to ask. The abyss in the center of the Southern Wilderness, it is said that the first generation of the Yujian Tianzong was crazy, and that terrible pollution may not be possible even in the five realms. Fortunately, it is definitely not what Zitian Daomen can covet now.

Twelve Autumn smiled, and talked about the business: "The nine infant **** bones have been completed, and only one is missing. Thirty years ago, the master had an appointment with her husband. Today is the time to go."

Zhang Qianyu sighed and said: "I watch my old friend turn into a puppet, and I feel sad in my heart."

The Twelfth Autumn season smiled and said: "Since a thousand years, my husband has countless friends, and it is indeed sad to be alone now, but from now on, Zitian Daomen is willing to be a friend of my husband."

Zhang Qianyu was unmoved and said: "We are just trading."

The twelfth autumn smile is more prosperous.

He remembered something, bowed to Zhang Qianyu, and asked: "The Lord of the Kingdom of God lives high in the sky and guards the world. If Jiuying reappears, will he provoke the prying eyes of the heavenly existence?"

The monks at their level know that the Lord of the Kingdom of God has intervened in the world and killed demons in history.

Zhang Qianyu only said: "Nine Infants are not demon...If it is the other eleven years, I may be worried, but don't worry, Lord Sin may still be happy to suggest the rebirth of this old man."

When Twelve Autumn heard the word guilty king, he was awe-inspiring.

No matter how turbulent the Zitian Daomen is in the world, the Lord of the Kingdom of God can easily make them disappear, so no matter what they do, they must not touch the bottom line of the laws of the world.

Zhang Qianyu's words gave him a lot of peace of mind. Twelve Qiu raised his head, his pale face under his hood with a sincere smile: "Respectfully invite you to go to the Zitian Taoist gate."

Zhang Qianyu didn't get up immediately, and asked: "It is said that Tianzong Yu Jian held the Four Summit Swords today?"

The Twelfth Autumn Road: "Yes, although Dao Sect and Sword Sect have had festivals since ancient times, we are all distinguished and decent. Even if one side is strong, we will never suppress the other. It's just Sword Sect knows whether it is good or bad, but dares to steal. It is also one of the keys to the resurrection of Jiuying."

Zhang Qianyu wondered: "What? Lost the sky soul lamp?"

Twelve Autumn did not evade, nodded and said: "Well, it was lost a few months ago. Perhaps someone in the Sword Sect was aware of our movement and wanted to sabotage it secretly, but it doesn't matter, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Soul Lantern has been determined for us. It just so happens that I can take this opportunity to besiege the Tianzong Yujian and suppress their sixty years of arrogance."

Zhang Qianyu smiled contemptuously: "It's just taking advantage of Hanchi's absence."

Twelve Autumn said: "I heard that Mr. Hanchi has some friendship with the real person?"

Zhang Qianyu said indifferently: "I have friendship with many people."

When Twelve Autumn saw that he was unable to stand still, he smiled and urged: "Do you have anything else, sir?"

Zhang Qianyu said: "There are two worms from Tianzong Yujian Tianzong hiding from me in Liantian Town, can you help me find them out?"

The Twelfth Autumn gradually frowned. Mr. Zhang is the real master of Liantian Town. If he can't find it, why bother himself in vain? What's more, he never thinks that anything is bigger than Jiuying at this moment. Rebirth.

"Since it's a bug, it doesn't matter." Twelve Autumn said.

Zhang Qianyu thought for a while and said: "That's right, let's go to Taomen first, that old friend is really missed"

……

……

"Brother, when are we going to wait?" Ning Xiaoling looked at Senior Brother's somewhat exhausted and handsome side face, not knowing how many times this was the first question.

At this moment, they are in a strange place, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the woodcutter and Sangnong are in the same place, unlike in the town of Liantian.

Ning Xiaoling still finds it incredible when she recalls it.

Before they entered the room, the brother grinding, picked up the pen and added two insignificant figures to the hanging painting on the bedroom wall, and then they actually walked into the painting.

Ning Changjiu explained to her that all Zhang Qianyu’s paintings are either in black and white or in color, and all color paintings create things outside, and all black and white paintings create space inside.

Ning Xiaoling immediately thought that the layout of the town in the center was black and white, and the portrait painted for them, even if they were white and black, had their skin and pupils carefully decorated with other colors.

"Then the black cat?" Ning Xiaoling suddenly thought of the black cat hanging on the wall.

Ning Changjiu said: "Qiu Sheng said that Xiao Lian is two years younger than him. Xiao Lian is eight years old this year... Eight years ago, there should have been a major event in Liantian Town, and that major event affected the child who was born. Lian, let her almost die. Zhang Qianyu's human nature is not dying, so she doesn't want her granddaughter to die,

He drew a black cat. This black cat is both a physical object and a container. It helps Xiaolian store her soul and stabilize her life. The only drawback is that this black cat lives with her.

So Xiaolian is obviously eight years old now, but her true mind is only a four-year-old child, and the black cat is the same, and its mind is similar to a four-year-old baby, so Xiaolian looks a little bit as a person Stupid, and as a cat, a black cat looks very smart. "

Ning Changjiu added a sentence after speaking, these are just his guesses.

But Ning Xiaoling believed it, she was dumbfounded, recalling all the details, and felt that what the brother said was true! Then she remembered the kitten's whimpering sound like a baby, and her back was cold.

"Is there a way to help her?" Ning Xiaoling asked.

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head. He also wanted to help that girl, but it was definitely not the present that he could not protect.

He is trying to solve the problem, and Zhang Qianyu is also waiting for him to solve the problem.

This is a game without swords and shadows.

Ning Changjiu knew that even if he had guessed the title of this poem accurately, perhaps the one waiting for him at the exit was the butcher knife.

He must think of a way that Zhang Qianyu could not think of.

Even if Zhang Qianyu is in a small town, he is by no means omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise he won't be able to find them for an hour.

Ning Changjiu waited quietly, waiting for a while.　　 "Brother, have you thought of a way to solve the problem?" Ning Xiaoling asked worriedly.

Ning Chang did not answer for a long time, and at this moment, there was a cat cry, which seemed to be coming from another world.

Ning Changjiu sighed slightly and said: "Let's go."

They withdrew from the painting.

In the clean and tidy room, the black cat looked at him obediently.

Ning Changjiu stroked the smooth hair of the black cat and thanked him softly.

These days, when Ning Changjiu was meditating, black cats often jumped into their room, and Ning Changjiu coaxed this simple "little girl" at only four years old.

When the black cat called, Ning Changjiu knew that Zhang Qianyu had finally left.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the unfinished blue bird on the table, indifferent.

He and Ning Xiaoling left the room and walked into the hall.

The autumn life that has been cleaning up the house is staring at the fairy masters like a ghost: "You...Where did you go before? Grandpa has been looking for you, but I'm worried."

Ning Chang didn't answer for a long time, he stared at the middle painting intently.

Qiu Sheng only noticed that Ning Changjiu was holding a pen in his hand, and Haofeng was full of ink.

"You... Master, what do you want to do?" Qiu Sheng asked in surprise.

Jin Crow called out, pecked his shoulder and flew upwards, Ning Changjiu stood in the air, and the pen he lifted fell towards the painting.

"Master, what are you going to do? Grandpa said that only he can move these paintings. Grandpa's brushstrokes are unique in the world, and no one else can imitate them." Qiu Sheng went to move the ladder and wanted to stop it.

Ning Xiaoling pressed his shoulders, holding him in place.

Ning Changjiu has been thinking about it for a long time these days.

Zhang Qianyu knew that he was going to solve the problem, but he never expected that he had studied painting with him for three months in his previous life. The strokes of those paintings were indeed extremely complicated, but he knew a little because he had learned it.

Clearly, Zhang Qianyu didn't want anyone to learn his brushwork, so after learning it for three months in the last life, he used too low talent as an excuse to drive Ning Changji out.

In the cognition of the elder sister, there is no Dao Swordsmanship that cannot be learned in three days, and Ning Chang has spent three months to get started. Of course, he is not talented, so he did not let him continue to learn.

These are things that Zhang Qianyu could not know.

He can't make a complete picture with a little knowledge of paintings to fool this town, but if he does some disharmonious hands and feet, it is enough.

This painting is called Liantian Town.

This poem is untitled.

He stopped guessing the answer.

Since there is no title, he will make the title himself.

Ning Changjiu lifted the pen and dropped it on it.

Although he drafted the title on his own, the title must also fit the meaning of the poem, and his drawing skills must also be taken into consideration.

Ning Changjiu held his breath and began to write.

Outside Liantian Town, Zhang Qianyu's expression suddenly frightened, and he shouted angrily: "Go back!"

Twelve Autumn frowned and asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Qianyu said: "I saw those two bugs."

Twelve Autumn thought that it would not take too much time to crush the two insects. He did not object, smiled and nodded: "I am willing to be the sword of Mr."

As soon as their voices fell, in the town of Liantian, the space seemed to be rippling, and many people walked out of the town.

"This...Why am I here? Where is the town?" A blacksmith looked around with a hammer in his hand.

"I don't know, I just looked at the paintings on the wall just now, and in a blink of an eye, why am I here?"

"I am also looking at paintings..."

"Isn’t there a ghost festival in town? No one goes out from the ghost festival, this...what's going on?"

The rabbit spirit with three carrots on its back also appeared outside the town. It bounced around and didn't seem to figure out what happened.

The Twelfth Autumn and Zhang Qianyu came outside the town, and dozens of people have gathered outside the town unknowingly.

"How is it possible?" Zhang Qianyu looked at the scene in horror.

He knows that the town has opened up gaps, and there are still countless gaps.

He also guessed what the words written by the young man in white clothes were, but he did not understand how he did it. He believed that there is absolutely no second person in this world who can imitate his own handwriting. No one can come.

But such a person appeared in front of him.

"The two worms may be easily mixed with these people." Twelve Qiu said coldly: "Will you kill them all?"

Zhang Qianyu sighed: "The Zitian Taoist School is decent, and I am not a demon."

Twelve Autumn said: "The throne of God was originally made up of the lives of ants."

He didn't give Zhang Qianyu time to feel and hesitate.

The Twelve Autumn Dao Sword came out of its sheath and swung it directly out, the sword aura was like a huge sickle, and it was cut down at the people outside Lotus Town.

……

Ning Changjiu put away his pen.

There is an extra word on the title of that poem: "painting".

The structure of this word is extremely simple, and it can also correspond to the meaning of this poem. What is depicted in the poem is originally a picturesque landscape.

So this painting spread the word "painting" to the entire town. In the town, all the paintings by Mr. Zhang, whether on paper or murals, have become doors.

Many people approached the scroll inadvertently, and were absorbed into the mustard-like door, and walked out of the lotus field in the ghost festival.

This is his method of conflation.

But he also didn't expect Zhang Qianyu to be so decisive.

The moment he and Ning Xiaoling walked out of Liantian Town, their sword energy just fell.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to call out the Golden Crow to block the sword with all his strength, but as soon as his golden pupils lighted up, they went out.

A white shadow fell on the figure, and the sword energy was smashed like an avalanche.

"The disciple sees Master." Ning Changjiu was relieved, smiling and saluting the beautiful back in front of him.