Beyond the Divine States Chapter 170: : Gaze into the abyss

In the midsummer, the heat is steaming, and in the most famous garden of the Imperial City of Zhao, a pond of lotus flowers is already in full bloom.

Looking from the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the lotus wind is swaying, and the beautiful scenery of dragonflies flying low.

There are many stone tables carved into the shape of lotus leaves hidden in the lotus leaves. The maid in palace dress with a flower basket comes from the green lotus leaves. When looking at the distance, the lotus leaves hide the stone table, as if Xiangu walked lightly across the water, the corners of her skirt and lotus leaves swinging together.

On the side of the lotus pond, there is an exquisite pavilion with eight sides. The pavilion is exquisitely constructed, with glazed blue tiles on the top, and veiled curtains hung on all sides.

In the gauze curtain, several elegantly dressed ladies chuckled softly, and the maids stood behind them, pinching the fan with their hands, and fanning them steadily.

"It is said that this year's summer banquet, our emperor will also show up."

"Your Majesty... will you really go?"

"The news is very true. This year, we have not only refined a few strong troops, but also a large number of ascetics. The country has been so arrogant in the past, and incidents of disturbing the border have spread in two days. , I’m so annoying, how about the past six months? It’s too much to stop."

"Is it the autumn rain at the end of last year?"

"Yes, I was asleep at the time. If it rains, I might become a monk on those mountains."

"I wish I could arrive at the summer banquet tonight soon."

"Hmph, you little girl, I don’t think your fiance is so enthusiastic when I see you on weekdays."

"How can your husband be compared with your majesty?"

In the conversation, in the lotus room full of the pond, two women in palace costumes walked up one after another, their heads bowed, and they walked in a hurry.

The ladies in the pavilion looked over.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Is something going to happen?" Someone squeezed the embroidered handkerchief and asked anxiously.

The ladies of the court approached, stood outside the curtain, blessed the ladies of good standing in the pavilion, and then she said calmly and apologized: "Your Majesty has an order, today’s summer banquet Temporary cancellation, postponement for another day, the specific date is still being discussed, I will inform you tomorrow."

"What?!"

"No... don't do it? How could this be? Is this something serious?"

The dignified ladies could not sit still, their faces were very surprised or regretful. They asked some more questions, but they did not get a clear reply. It was just the majesty of the female emperor. , Today should be destined to miss it.

Not long after, in the already sultry weather, a more dull thunder sounded, and then the sky turned from bright to dark, and the dragonflies on the lotus pond flew more and more rapidly, and the big raindrops crackled. Fell down.

"Your Majesty is Zhao Kingdom's heaven, this is your Majesty...Is your mind restless?" A woman raised the curtains, watching the sudden rain outside the curtain, and said softly.

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In the depths of Zhao's palace, a black dragon robe with gold traces hides in the dim palace.

The sound of rain came from outside the hall.

The sky is getting darker.

There was a maid who wanted to light a lamp, but was stopped by another close-fitting maid. She held down the other's hand and gently pulled her sleeve. The woman glanced at her sitting in the shadow before the case, the same After understanding, and the maid walked out of the hall silently.

The hall is cool, and Zhao Xiang'er's black dragon robe is softly attached to her body. At this moment, the darkness in the hall in the rainy day seems to cover her with a thin layer of yarn.

She looked at the letter paper on the case and a snow lotus with light green silk stalks. She didn't say a word. The snow lotus came out with a chill of its own, spreading out, coldly spreading in the hall, making this summer's scorching heat change. It's like early winter is approaching.

The makeup on her face is half painted, and the hair bun is not yet fully combed.

Today, she was going to prepare for the summer banquet. At the climax of the banquet, she will attend and show everyone the grand vision of Zhao Guo's future. In this half of the campaign, Zhao Xianger has become a reality. The son of God, whom many people admire in the Kingdom of Zhao, is even more beautiful and mysterious than the empress back then.

And she was originally the most beautiful girl in the country of Zhao, she just stood up, without a word, her demeanor was enough to teach any description of a woman to lose her color and to overwhelm all beings.

At this moment, she has painted the remaining makeup on her face for a long time, and it is also exquisite. Her eyebrows are drawn with emerald, her thin lips are as gorgeous, and her long eyelashes are curving with a pitiful arc, and her figure under the jet black dragon robe is getting better. The hair curve is graceful, but this is a bright color, but at this moment, it is sad with the whole hall.

"How...how could it happen?"

After a long time, Zhao Xianger whispered softly. She took the envelope on the case and read it word by word again to make sure that she didn't misread any word.

It's just that every time she reads it, she loses a point in her mind.

This is a letter from Tianzong Yujian.

The letter said that it was more than a month ago, but this letter was written only recently, as if all the flukes have been wiped out in this month and more.

The content of the whole letter is very simple. It just says that Ning Changjiu wrestled with the evil spirits and fell into the abyss of the Southern Wilderness together, without knowing his life or death.

She didn't want to believe it.

She and Ning Changjiu have experienced the years of Linhe City. The abyss of the Southern Desolation was the place where Madame White was first born, and Madame White was born not from human bones, but animal bones—in the abyss. Hidden, buried the demon gods who don't know how many years.

And Zhao Xianger, through the many books left by her mother, naturally has a deeper understanding of the Southern Desolation Abyss, but the deeper the deeper, the more despair.

For more than a month, life and death are uncertain...Ning's long-term death is almost a certainty.

Just such a person, how could he die?

Obviously there is still a three-year agreement, how can he not believe it?

With the soft cuffs, Zhao Xiang'er put her hands on her slender and tight thighs and pinched her tightly. Her shoulders couldn't help shaking, and her eyes moved to the snow lotus.

It's just what she needed to form a complete Purple Mansion. She had told Ning Changjiu in Linhe City, and Ning Changjiu always remembered it.

If she received this in normal times, she might even ridicule him for being nosy.

But at this moment she couldn't say a word, this soft snow lotus pierced her eyes like a needle.

"It's a lie." Zhao Xianger said lightly and shortly, then folded the letter and pressed it under the counter.

The girl's head hangs slightly.

The sound of rain outside is getting louder and louder.

She herself can’t tell what kind of feelings she feels towards Ning Changjiu, a friend who lives and die together? Or is it an opponent who is regarded as the enemy of a lifetime, or... other?

Zhao Xianger suddenly raised his sleeves, and gently wiped the skin under his eyes with his delicate, pointed fingers.

She looked at the slightly moist water between her fingers, and shook her head gently.

The girl lifted her chin slightly, and looked outside the hall of Bai Yufei Waterfall, where the mist was vast and the majestic imperial city was completely submerged by the flood, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

She suddenly thought, if Ning Changjiu suddenly appeared at the door and saw her whimpering teary eyes, she would definitely laugh at herself, so that she could beat him up like she did in Linhe City...

Unfortunately, he may never see it again.

The white mist swallowed everything.

Zhao Xianger suddenly remembered the night before leaving. She stood silently beside the mottled wall with bamboo shadows, watching him sneak into Lu Jiajia’s blue and white sedan chair, and then waited for a long time. Seeing him come out with her own eyes, she didn't know what kind of sentiment she had at the time. She stood up like a wooden person, wasting so much time, and she also knew that Ning Changjiu entered the sedan chair where Lu married, and that was not what she was doing. It's a beautiful thing, but she feels uncomfortable in her heart.

So she left without saying goodbye that night.

Did destiny draw a farewell at that time?

Should meet him...

The city was full of torrential rains all night long, but the palace was silent from beginning to end. Zhao Xianger sat alone, and time did not know how much time would pass.

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More than a month ago, when Lu Jiajia was found back to Tianzong Yujian Tianzong, she was covered in blood and wounds. She fainted on the edge of the abyss in the Southern Wilderness. There were a few pieces of black that did not know where she came from. feather.

In the following days, Tianzong Yujian almost used the power of the whole family to rescue her. Yazhu stayed by the bed and watched her for many nights, and the three peak masters also came to Tianku Peak in turn. Protect her willingly.

Three days later, Lu Jiajia finally opened his eyes slowly.

Everyone feels that it is a miracle that Lu Jiajia died in the faint at the edge of the abyss in the center of the Southern Wilderness for so long without being killed and polluted by evil spirits.

No one knows that it is the few seemingly ordinary black feathers that really sheltered Lu Jiajia.

It was a gift from the gods, only because mortals approached him inadvertently.

After Lu Jiama woke up, the first sentence was: "Where is Ning Changjiu?"

After asking, she herself fell silent.

The dark scenes in my mind cut across like jagged.

She felt a pain in her heart, and every inch of her skin seemed to be run over by a needle, so that she couldn't help shuddering.

Lu Jiajia was lying on the bed, covered with a plain quilt, without a pillow under her neck, her long hair spread out naturally, she no longer had the iceberg-like coldness of the day, her pale cheeks at this moment Like a new porcelain that was about to be shattered at the touch of a touch, scenes of nightmares before the coma flashed in my mind and turned into real memories.

She blinked slightly, but tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Yazhu sighed and said: "Sister, take a good rest by yourself, I won't disturb you."

Speaking, she got up, scooped the boiled soup medicine aside, and silently pushed the door out.

Pushing open the door, a young girl stood in front of the door.

Ning Xiaoling seems to have been standing for a long time.

She is wearing thin white clothes, her cheeks are like snow, and her pupils are red like bunny eyes.

She moved dumbly with the sound of Yazhu's opening the door.

"Master...Is the master awake?"

She opened her chapped lips, raised her head, and her voice was extremely low.

Yazhu nodded.

Ning Changjiu gave a hum, walked past Yazhu, entered the house, and closed the door.

In fact, in the entire Tianku Peak, Ning Xiaoling was the first to tell about Ning Changjiu's death.

It was the evening four days ago, when the sunset fell into the horizon.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly rushed out of the house like crazy, looked at the remnant glow of the sky, and said in a daze: "Brother...Brother...is gone."

She could clearly perceive that she and Ning Changjiu were deeply ingrained in the same heart. At that moment, it was like a thread cut by a pair of scissors, and there was no more connection.

In the past, when she was close to her brother, she could even perceive some of the other's thoughts, and she could also see the pictures deliberately revealed in his heart, and if she was far apart, although she could not connect her mind, there would still be one Kind of if there is no connection.

The connection is like a string tied to a kite.

She watched the last ray of light in the sky turned into ashes, and the kite in her heart sank with the sunset.

Yazhu stood outside the door, quietly looking at the closed door.

Ning Xiaoling has been extremely dull these past two days. This dullness is almost dead. She doesn't eat a bite of rice, and occasionally drinks water, and sometimes the edge of the cup does not fit her lips, so she sprinkles all over her clothes.

She didn't know what Ning Xiaoling and Lu Jiama were talking about.

Only shortly afterwards, two people's cry came from inside the house.

The crying was heart-breaking, and the crying was broken.

Shortly afterwards, all peaks of Yujian Tianzong were covered in snow-white sackcloth to commemorate that disciple's departure. Even on each peak, a stone tablet was erected for him, with his deeds written on it.

One month passed without knowing it.

No matter how big the incident of the Yujian Tianzong is, it will only be a fairy family affair in the wilderness. The folks' stories about what happened there are only hearsay, and they will not have time to spread in the future.

In front of the main hall of Tianku Peak.　　 Lu Jiajia, dressed in snow-white linen, with loose hair, walked to the statue of Ning Changjiu in front of the hall.

No one was around outside the temple gate.

She often watched this way, seeing the sunset from the sunrise.

Finally, on this day, she returned to the hall of the peak master and wrote two letters, one with the fantasy snow lotus, Zhao Xianger, the sword book of thousands of miles, and the other to pass on the position of the peak master. To Lu Yuanbai, and she decided to go to the abyss of the Southern Wilderness, and practice in a hut, until one day when the realm is enough, she will go to the abyss, or find his person, or find his bones.

She also thought, if one day, Ning Changjiu really crawled out of the abyss by himself, then he would definitely run out of strength, and Nanhuang was so dangerous that someone must be watching from the abyss.

Even after a month, she still didn't believe his death.

This matter was naturally strongly opposed by the whole peak, but it was her idea, and no one could hold her against her.

"Master, I will go with you."

In the darkness, the girl's voice rang. She walked to Lu Jiajia in silence, lowered her head, just stubbornly said such a sentence.

Ning Xiaoling hasn't laughed for a month.

Her expression seemed to freeze on the day the sunset was sinking, like a snow-capped mountain that has not melted forever, except for the falling snow, which is getting thicker and thicker.

Lu Jiajia looked at her and shook his head: "There are many demons in the Southern Wilderness, and the pollution of spirits is extremely serious. You won't be able to stay long."

Ning Xiaoling did not speak, but just said: "I want to go."

Lu Jia married: "If he is still alive, and when he comes back, only to find that his junior sister is missing, he will be as sad as you."

Ning Xiaoling was silent for a long time.

This sentence moved her after all.

Basically, they don't want to believe in Ning Changjiu's death.

They feel that the young man in white will come back one day, with a light smile, and occasionally say something that makes people laugh and cry, but will always stand in front of everyone when everything falls.

Lu Jiajia suddenly said: "Xiaoling, do you blame me? I... didn't protect him."

Ning Xiaoling originally had a grudge in her heart, but when she saw that Lu Jiajia was covered in blood, her nails were stripped, and she did not have a complete skin, she cried for a long, long time. At this moment, she looked at the night The woman couldn't help shed tears again, she whispered softly: "Brother is gone, Master must never leave Xiaoling again."

Lu Jiajia nodded, feeling very sad, and said: "We will wait for him to come back together."

"Well, wait for the senior brother to come back." Ning Xiaoling repeated in a low voice.

Then they stopped talking, as if they were all trapped in the past scenes, but the shadows in the scenes have disappeared from the clouds, and they don't know when they will return.

In the night, the sword star seems to be within reach, while the brighter and colder stars hang high above, staring indifferently at the joys and sorrows of the world.

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The biggest chaos in Tianzong Yujian's century has passed temporarily.

History is always surprisingly similar.

The remnant body of Jiuying was swallowed by the snake repairer, and then the snake repairer was jointly killed by the monk. The bones were cut off and the four peaks kept them separately.

Many people were killed and injured in the peak, and the four peaks’ aura and spiritual power were almost completely swallowed. The disciples who had survived the catastrophe practiced more diligently, trying hard to unite the power of all people. The Manzong Qi Luck linked to the first half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra was restored, but the process was extremely slow. When the Tianyu Sword Tianzong resumed its prosperity, I don't know how many years it will be.

But fortunately, the Zitian Taoist door, which has always been incompatible with them, is now withered more severely. The woman Taoist master who escaped back to the Taoist door by chance, Thirteen Yuchen, became the new door owner, according to The gate regulations were renamed Shi Yuchen.

However, most of the top power of the Zitian Dao Sect has been killed. In the future, the development of the Sword Heaven Sect should not be subject to unnecessary interference.

And soon, Lu Jiajia will leave Tianku Peak and head to the Southern Wilderness again.

She crossed the Red River and looked at the beauty of the white bones in the Red River. She stayed silent for a long time, thinking that if Ning Chang had seen this scene for a long time, she would still look at the shadows in the water, saying nonsense that Master is truly beautiful. .

She turned around silently, and walked along the path that Jiuying had destroyed.

In a month's time, new seedlings have grown on the broken road in this barren mountain and old forest. I think that soon after coming, the traces of Jiuying's destruction will be silently erased.

It is not accidental that the real Hanchi could find the Southern Desolation Abyss.

Because this abyss is much larger than they initially imagined, it is like a large lake, even if you want to get around it, it is very difficult.

Lu Jiajia has read many books these days, and I probably want to understand it. If you want to enter here, you must be a life with a godhead or a practitioner above the five realms--because a practitioner has cultivated to the five realms, Will be given the Godhead.

Above the Five Paths...

Lu Jiajia said softly.

How far away it is.

She tried to keep herself from thinking about it.

One night later, there was a wooden house on the edge of the abyss. In front of the wooden house stood a wooden statue of a young man carved with a sword. A small flying array was painted in front of the statue.

And in the house lived a beautiful and unparalleled woman in white.

She will always live here, meditate, meditate, practice, and stare into the abyss...

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(ps: Super thank you to the husband of Magi Drunken Song and Ning Qinshui, the leader who wants to play McRae and Jian Yisi to see the four big brothers rewarding!!! Ah, happiness comes too suddenly, it feels like It’s like the Chinese New Year in advance, I’m super excited, I don’t know what to say for a while. In short, I sincerely thank the four big big bosses for their support. Today, we have just gathered twelve leaders! Welcome to the kingdom of God! , Can only work hard these days to explode the codewords, write as much as you can write!!)

(Thanks to the two rudder masters rewarded by the book friend Cloud Sword Saint and the rudder master rewarded by the leader Ning Changjiu! Thank you for your support! Thank you all readers and friends for their encouragement and support to Jianjian!)