Beyond the Divine States Chapter 183: : Abandoned City

The windows were blown open by the wind, and the bamboo curtains showed the cold from outside the city, and the thin sound of the wind whirled around in the house and quietly dissipated.

Ning Changjiu turned his head and looked at the dim light outside the bamboo curtain.

Shao Xiaoli was wrapped in a thick quilt and shrank in a corner. His face buried in his messy hair looked like a frightened cub.

After she finished speaking, she fell into silence. She was not even sure whether she was telling the truth or just a nightmare she had experienced.

She only felt cold, as if she was in the snow, and the thick quilts didn't seem to warm her.

"Why didn't you tell me these things before?" Ning Changjiu's words pulled her thoughts back.

"I..." Shao Xiaoli shook his head very slightly and said, "I can't remember anything before, I...maybe this is my dream."

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "Who is buying your time?"

Shao Xiaoli immediately said: "He is a monster!"

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu thought to himself, aren't all monsters outside the city?

Shao Xiaoli said: "I have seen him twice, once he was a very handsome and handsome man, uh... second only to the boss, once he was a monster!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What kind of monster?"

Shao Xiaoli closed her eyes, as if she was in pain, as if she had a headache when she thought of it.

"The monster...it looks like a puppet, with a sticky white silk thread wrapped around its body. The most important thing is...it has no face!" Shao Xiaoli suddenly opened his eyes and said: "He has no face, his face is his own Draw it up!"

Ning Changjiu could not search for similar records in his mind.

He continued to ask: "What did you get for selling time?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "Live..."

Ning Changjiu said: "How much time did you sell?"

Shao Xiaoli recalled: "The price of time is different for everyone. Mine is very valuable, but even so, I have sold it for nearly 30 years..."

"Thirty years?" Ning Changjiu asked, "But if he doesn't help you, you may be dead. Then there is no one hundred years later in your original life. He bought it to the end. What is it?"

Shao Xiaoli explained in a low voice: "I also asked him this question, and he told me...As long as I have the possibility to live, my time will be worth money afterwards! And he is to help me find the possibility Sex."

"Sounds like a liar." Ning Changjiu said.

Shao Xiaoli nodded and said: "I thought so at the beginning, but now when I think about it, when I just returned to the city, I encountered an accident in the Yilou. Someone was murdered indiscriminately by an evil spirit. I saved Su Yanshu. I became good friends with her. I originally thought that this was a chance for me to survive. I didn’t expect to meet the boss later..."

Ning Changjiu caught a word from her words, destiny.

Destiny is the infinite possibility from birth to death. There was once an old Taoist who was so ascended to say that a day is divided into twelve hours, and the same year, the same day, and the same period of time are born. Of babies, their fate is similar.

The geographical location, geomantic omen, and many other factors can construct a more complete numerology model to predict their fate.

Nowadays, the models used by the people are all simplified versions. The real numerology model is only based on the five realms, and the great practice with the power of heaven can run calculations without leakage. The things involved in the model are extremely complicated. , And the results they get are often with incredible precision.

This was what the second brother said to himself.

He has no interest in numerology.

He doesn't believe in fate, but he is also afraid. If fate is really true, what should he do?

Everything has its own destiny, so desperate...

Ning Changjiu generally understands that the monster living in the snow valley may have some authority over fate.

As for how he changed his fate for Shao Xiaoli, Ning Changjiu has several general conjectures. It is possible that he directly changed the result of fate to Shao Xiaoli's death three years later, and the remaining "cause" is the fate himself To fill, it is also possible that he found a glimmer of hope in Shao Xiaoli's fate, and then took out these small probability things that were originally hidden in the fate, and embedded them on the right track, connecting them to the vitality of the main destiny.

But a **** who is in control of fate, what does buying time do?

Seeing that he kept silent, Shao Xiaoli thought he didn't believe in himself, so he said quickly: "Boss, I really didn't lie to you. If I don't believe me, I will die for you to see in three years..."

"...No, I believe you." Ning Changjiu looked into her eyes and sighed: "What else did it say to you?"

"He also said that...Ah!" Shao Xiaoli suddenly screamed. She buried her head in the quilt and shook it vigorously, saying with difficulty: "There seems to be... ice scum in her head."

Ning Changjiu hurriedly reached out and clicked her eyebrows, making her chaotic consciousness extinguished and returning to order.

Shao Xiaoli's brows twitched twice, and then he tilted and fell onto the bed.

With a click, she lay down on the bed, and the quilt spread out, covering her snow-white body.

Ning Changjiu tucked the quilt on her bottom edge and wrapped her cold feet. Ning Changjiu's fingers passed through the quilt and pressed the center of her back, introducing a trace of pure aura, warming her five internal organs. The six lungs made the remaining chill unable to continue to erode.

The Golden Crow flew out again and landed on his shoulder. He touched the Golden Crow's wings coldly.

Ning Changjiu sighed, folded her clothes neatly on the floor and placed them on the bed, then moved a chair to sit by the bed and stayed overnight.

He looked at this boundless night, wondering what secrets were hidden in this city and the wilderness outside.

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In the early morning, Shao Xiaoli woke up as usual. She rubbed her eyes and couldn't remember when she fell asleep, but her head hurt a little.

She turned her head and found that she was actually lying on her stomach. Then, she found that Ning Changjiu, dressed in white, was sitting asleep beside the bed.

"Boss..." Shao Xiaoli whispered, then regretted a little.

Fortunately, Ning didn't seem to wake up for a long time.

She swished her whole person and got into the quilt, checked her body, and then lifted a strand of quilt. She sneaked to the bedside with her little hand and grabbed the clothes one by one into the quilt. It was very hard to wear.

Ning Changjiu, who is falsely sleeping, feels that he is getting more and more unable to understand the character of this little girl.

"Boss, Boss." Shao Xiaoli yelled two more words after getting dressed.

Ning Changjiu pretended to wake up leisurely, glanced at her, and said: "Are you awake?"

Shao Xiaoli is wearing loose clothes and draped hair in a mess, Susu's face is a little immature.

"Boss, why are you sleeping here?" Shao Xiaoli asked.

Ning Changjiu also asked: "Don't you remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?!" Shao Xiaoli was taken aback, with a look of surprise on her face, and her face turned red and her ears turned red. She clasped her fingers together, bent her arms in front of her, and twisted her thin waist slightly, embarrassed. Said: "Last night...what happened last night? Did we..."

She squeezed the quilt, raised her head cautiously, and set her gaze on Ning Changjiu's beautiful side face, her mind filled with random thoughts.

I don't seem to remember...Ning Changjiu thought silently, is this a secret secret? If it hadn't been for him to force him to sleep last night, maybe Shao Xiaoli had been mentally deranged and died of madness.

Obviously, Shao Xiaoli didn’t realize that she had walked in the ghost gate. She just blinked and looked at Ning Changjiu, holding her hand in front of her heart, twisting it slightly, her slender calf pressed under her. , Presenting a horoscope, trying hard to make myself look seductive.

Ning Changjiu turned his head and glanced at her lightly, feeling a bit like a duck.

Shao Xiaoli looked at his eyes and wondered why the boss was so cold, could it be said... She remembered some knowledge that Sister Su Yanshu had taught herself, and her heart beat faster.

Ning Changjiu stood up in silence, turned and left.

Looking at the boss so indifferent, Shao Xiaoli immediately reacted, thinking that he was wrong, how can the boss be so handsome, how can he use his own hands...it must be...

"Boss, last night, I... did I take the initiative to seduce you?" Shao Xiaoli asked tentatively, and then said to himself: "I am seventeen years old this year, and there were many people who liked me before. Came to propose marriage to my mother, but I have always been like a jade... Now that I see you, I..."

"Shut up! Go cook." Ning Changjiu stopped drinking.

"Oh." Shao Xiaoli interrupted his words and responded in a low voice.

After eating breakfast, Shao Xiaoli suddenly remembered the matter of breaking the wild. She broke her fingers and thought that if she did not make a mistake, it seemed to be today! Ugh... what time is it?

Ning Changjiu looked at her with a blank expression, seeming to know what she was thinking, and said: "At noon."

"Oh..." Shao Xiaoli replied, anxiously said: "Let's go out like this, won't we show our stuff?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

Shao Xiaoli was taken aback for a moment, and then she was delighted, knowing that he meant to follow him outside.

When he thinks that the boss who is arrogant at home will bow his head to himself outside, Shao Xiaoli is full of expectations for this open-field battle.

On this day, Ning Changjiu saw the king of Duanjiecheng for the first time.

That was the square in the center of the royal family, and the people in Xingyuan were not standing neatly.

They either wear armors, or robes, and carry weapons. They are all followed by a semi-spiritual being. Those are spirits after the signing of the contract. Ning Changjiu also followed Shao Xiaoli's back, without squinting. Indifferent, it also looks like a spiritual life without emotions.

Soon after, the king walked out of the deep palace.

In Duanjiecheng, the emperor and the minister never have their own names. The power is given to them by the codenames passed down from generation to generation. Therefore, the descendants of the emperor never have a fixed surname. They are all made by children. Choose from the stone tablet yourself.

She personally grasped Shao Xiaoli's Shao character.

Ning Changjiu looked at the king on the stone steps.

He wore an emperor's yellow-black robe, embroidered with a weird-looking dragon python, and an ancient crown on his head, falling down like a curtain of stringed beads.

His dragon robe is very close to the one worn by the headless **** carved on the stone wall at the end of the Shiyuan tunnel that day.

The king's appearance is plain, but when he walks out slowly, he gives people a sense of majesty and power.

Ning Changjiu was not thinking about this.

He remembered that ghost last night.

The dragon robe on that Li Gui also looked like this.

There was a bit of chill in his heart.

Could it be that the monster in the deepest part of the ghost prison is the king of the previous generation? The king didn't know what he had gone through, he was polluted and became an ugly and evil ghost, and then he was kept in the depths of the earth until he died.

The king stood on the metal platform, said an impassioned statement, and then personally handed a small bronze sword to everyone.

This small bronze sword can absorb the blood of monsters, and every time it absorbs one, the color of the blade becomes darker. This is also a way to judge who kills the most monsters.

After the bronze swords were sent out, Sanxiang gave a blessing to everyone and sheltered them on their journey.

All this is going on in an orderly manner.

Because Shao Xiaoli walked in a hurry, she didn't have time to put on makeup and comb her hair, so she used her five fingers as a comb from time to time and stroked her hair from top to bottom.

The battle of the open field will be carried out many times a year, most of which are not deep into the ordinary new land, but the land reclamation on the existing land, and the pitiful food is planted.

The extreme temperature difference between day and night here makes it difficult for many plants to survive, so for exploring the unknown road, solving the problem of eating in the city is the most important thing in Duanjiecheng.

After everything was done, Shao Xiaoli and Ning Changjiu walked out of the city.

Xingyuan adds up to no more than 30 people. They can’t organize like an army, because everyone’s spirits are different in size and weird. Some are huge toads carrying young girls, some are piranha-like creatures, several The mouth is closed and uncertain, the vines danced wildly, and there were also people who were chopped in half, still physically disabled, and holding a long knife in their hands...

Shao Xiaoli's gaze swept around slowly, pretending to look at it inadvertently, still thinking that his boss was the best looking.

"Shao Xiaoli." Suddenly someone called her name.

Shao Xiaoli turned her head and found that it was a strange man, she said coldly: "What's the matter?"

A dark misty eye floated behind the man, and the blinking frequency of that eye matched this man perfectly.

"This is your spirit?" The name looked at the teenager next to her with a joke.

"Huh?" Shao Xiaoli looked at him coldly and said: "Have an opinion?"

The man looked at the girl’s cold face and smiled: "I think you have found a spirit, but rather a little white face."

The rest of the people who heard the words also laughed softly.

Not only did Shao Xiaoli ignore them, she secretly delighted in her heart.

And the masters of these royal families are mostly people who have experienced many open field battles. They don't regard the monsters outside the city as powerful opponents. Each trip seems to be just a kendo experience, so one There are also exchanges on the road, joking with each other.

Outside the gate from the royal city to the outer city, there is a spacious street specially built. The people who are mostly described as haggard stand on both sides of the road, watching them walking outside the city from a distance, and shouting one after another.

Shao Xiaoli felt their gazes, and the shadows accumulated in her heart for a long time disappeared a little bit. She slowed down and leaned against Ning Changjiu Xiaoniao.

Ning Changjiu didn't understand the style at all, and his pace slowed down a bit, keeping a distance from her.

Under the high city wall, the gate has been opened. This male city is like a beast cage. Hundreds of years ago, wild beasts were outside and humans were locked in cages, but now they are the real ones that can shake mountains and forests. The fierce beast expanded its territory slightly until it encountered a brand new continent, leading everyone out of this barren city.

Beyond the king city is a large barren valley and deep mountains, the whole showing a very deep iron blue color, the sacred mountains and rocks are intertwined, sharply curved, pointing straight to the sky, and there are faint silhouettes of strange birds hovering.

An artificial road is buried between kneeless weeds, leading to the distance, and along this road, there are several fortresses far away. The fortresses are not large in size, but they are solidly built. , There is also a beacon tower above.

"This is outside the city?" Through Ning Changjiu's eyes, the spirit of the sword script looked at the rows of steep cliffs like knives. The mountains are all extremely high, and every one of them is worthy of being placed outside. It was a famous mountain, but looking around, the whole world was desolate, and there was no sign of life.

Ning Changjiu said: "This place is a bit weird."

The spirit of the sword script asked: "Where is weird?"

In Broken Sword, Jun Xueyu yelled: "I have seen many famous mountains and rivers, let me out and let me identify them."

Ning Changji didn't have any extra actions, but said with a thoughtful mind: "Help me remember the lines on the cliffs and rock breaks."

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra didn't know what he was thinking, but just responded.

After the whole team came to the open world outside, they spread out to both sides like birds with open wings.

Although the outside of the city looks dead and desolate, it is generally peaceful. After a long time, there is no trace of the existence of the monster.

But after all, this kind of peace was just an illusion. Soon after, the bubble was brazenly burst.

When she reached a certain cliff, Shao Xiaoli slowed down. She stared at the cliff with goose bumps all over her body.

On the cliff in between, there are a lot of creatures seen in the ghost prison lying densely. They are like mutated humans, with tails growing, and their four claws seem to have a lot of adsorption, and they don’t move. The ground sticks to the high cliff, like nests of geckos.

Even if Shao Xiaoli had gone out of town with the team, even if she had killed many monsters with her own hands, but every time she saw such a scene, she still made her scalp numb.

"Ning Changjiu." Shao Xiaoli turned her head coldly, shouting in a low voice with confidence, calling his name directly.

Ning Changjiu frowned, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but still calmly responded.

More than 30 practitioners with swords and swords, headed by Kui Yuan, suddenly exploded like fireworks, turning into stream shadows and blasting towards the monsters waiting for an opportunity, with a very clear sound. The sound of broken bones is like a sickle cutting through straw.

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Outside the palace, everyone has dispersed.

The king returned to the deep palace.

There are many palace lanterns in the hall, but now, these lights are not lit, so the palace looks extremely cold.

This palace of the king was built against a towering mountain, and that mountain is also like a wave, as if it is about to be dumped at any time.

The king walked toward the depths calmly, and his throne was at the deepest point.

The throne is not as gilded and engraved with silver and jade as in the outside world, it is extremely luxurious and beautiful. This throne was only carved from a whole piece of black jade, and it was a bit long, and it looked more like a gentle and quiet jade couch.

It's not that the king doesn't like luxury, but because the real owner of this chair doesn't like it.

Si Ming sat on the throne, with a pitch-black skirt softly covering her extremely graceful body, and her silver-white hair ran down the curve of her body. Her whole person seemed to be the same as this ink. Yurong is one color.

He was supposed to be the most imposing king in Duanjie City, but he knelt down to her.

"You don't actually need to kneel on me." Si Ming opened his eyes slightly and his voice softly said.

The king said piously: "Master Siming is a **** descended from the sky, for the tomorrow of the city of Duanjie, you must kneel."

Siming’s cherry blossom petals’ lips were slightly pursed, she leaned on the back of the chair, with a jade cheek in one hand, and her loose sleeves hung down, revealing a flawless white arm.

She smiled calmly and said softly: "Don't worry, as long as you listen to me carefully, you won't fall into a demon like the last monarch."

The king thought of the ugly monster deep in the ghost prison, and knelt down more religiously.

Si Minghao raised his wrist lightly, her fingers were like petals floating on the water, and she said: "If you still have doubts in your heart, you can ask me at any time."

The king followed her gesture and stood up and said: "No doubt."

Si Ming chuckled lightly, his beautiful eyes narrowed, and said: "Is there no doubt or dare to have doubts?"

The king bowed a little and said: "I only hope that my people can leave this city one day."

Si Ming said in a faint voice, "You know, it is not this city that we are leaving."

The king raised his head and said: "I don't know, I hope Lord Si Ming will tell you tomorrow."

Siming looked at the dark roof of the temple, and seemed to be able to see the night sky beyond the roof, she continued to ask: "Do you know why we can't see the stars in the sky?"

The sun, moon and stars are only recorded in books, and no one has ever seen them in the city.

"I don't know." The king waited for an answer.

Si Ming said slowly: "Because they have long been far away from you... You are orphans abandoned by time. No matter how long you stay here, you can't find the source of everything."

"Goddess...abandoned us?" the king trembled.

Si Ming smiled lightly, her soft words with a slight mockery: "The goddess has already left, and I am your new god. I will break the curse of this city and lead all People go out and see the legendary sun, moon and stars."

"Sir Ming, what exactly are you asking for?" The king didn't know what could satisfy her in this barren city.

Originally, Siming was an ancient position in the royal city, like a witch, responsible for divination and predicting bad luck. However, a few years ago, the last Master Siming suddenly died, and immediately after this impossibly beautiful woman When he came to the city, he directly took over the position of Si Ming and lived in seclusion in the palace ever since.

The king was the strongest man in the city, but he was easily defeated by the commander.

After repeated failures like this many times, he finally bowed his head as an emperor.

It’s just that even now, he doesn’t dare to face this woman directly. Every time he sees such a beautiful face, a fire will ignite in his heart, and he will imagine that if this is not a **** of high realm, but How good an ordinary royal woman is, so that he can put her into the room and play with it arbitrarily...

This kind of thought is an evil fire. It can't be hidden under Si Ming's eyelids. It's just that she doesn't care. Her eyes are quietly watching the enchanting fantasy scene in the evil fire, and the corners of her mouth are always hooked. Smile softly.

She never thought about love between men and women, which didn't make any sense to her, because the true son of God must be flawless.

The life in the myth is always perfect, just like oneself.

She looked at the creeping king and said her answer: "I want to return to my kingdom of God."