Beyond the Divine States Chapter 195: : Bai Chang Wangyuan’s black dress with a sword

Ning Changjiu finished reading all the books, the oil lamp was still burning, and the big fireworks illuminated him with uncertainties.

He closed the last book, and then merged the contents of the Northern Underworld God Sword into it.

All the exercises are connected in series in the divine consciousness, and they become a complete book.

That is the Shura Shenlu from Ye Chu's mouth, and it is also the unobservable Tianxin Sutra from the previous life.

Tianxin Sutra is the mental method that all the disciples in Guanzhong must cultivate when they get started. It is this Sutra that Ning Changjiu had cultivated before he was sixteen years old.

It's just that although he is reincarnated now, the unobservable veil of memory is still there. Most of his memories are still icebergs hidden in the sea. Only by seeing can you really remember.

Now the seal of memory seems to be thawed a little bit, and the whole picture of the Tianxin Sutra is lifted out of the clouds and revealed in front of me.

He couldn't be more familiar with this kind of exercise, and now he comes back to it, he also believes that he won't need too much time.

It's just...Why is the strongest method of Duanjiecheng exactly the same as the introductory mental method taught by the teacher in the past?

Could it be that...

In the dark room, Ning Changjiu raised his head slightly, his eyes collided with the fireworks, and the flames burned deep in his eyes, and the center of his pupils seemed to be filled with dust.

He couldn't help thinking of the story of Duanjiecheng.

The head of the kingdom was decapitated and the body turned into bones. Then the kingdom of God fell and his personality fell. The priests and heavenly monarchs were all exiled to this world. Together, there are the people of Broken Realm City. So a trek that lasted more than 700 years finally began...

Everyone wants to go out. Ordinary people walk in the blue, open the frontiers and open up the wild, and the fallen gods want to swallow each other, complete their authority, and fly back.

Then who is the initiator of all this?

A goddess descended from the city of Duanjie 700 years ago, who invited the people to come to this empty city, and gave Wang Xue and eighty-one cheats...

Will this goddess be...

Ning Changjiu's hand involuntarily squeezed into a fist.

In the previous life, he didn't realize his strength.

Now when I think about it, he knew that he had only cultivated to the level of heavenly monarchs and priests in only twenty-four years in his last life, and his senior brothers and sisters were even stronger than him.

But even so, he is still like a lamb to be slaughtered under the master's sword, without any resistance, the sword with the breast can cross the barrier of time, and whenever he thinks of it, he is like The trembling evildoer under the full moon.

So how strong is the master?

In other words, she is actually one of the twelve Lords of the Kingdom, which is not impressive. In fact, she is a true Kingdom of God?

This terrible thought came to his mind and lingered.

He thought of every senior brother and sister, and the "simple" townspeople in Dahe Town.

Unobservable hidden on the mountainside of the big mountain, the mountains are covered with mist, invisible to the height, and unknown to the distance, like the pillars standing on top of the sky, supporting the chaos of the upper and lower sides.

Master... who are you?

There are brothers and sisters, do they know? Or do you have a full view, only one closed disciple, who is always in the dark?

He thought for a long time before slowly closing his eyes.

The oil lamp is extinguished, and the light is exhausted.

He looked at the dark room as if he looked at the fate foretold by Ye Ji.

He stood up and walked outside the house.

Unexpectedly, there was the sound of sword energy breaking the wind outside the house.

He stood at the door and saw Shao Xiaoli, who was wearing a Jingchai sarong, was still practicing swords in the yard. Her red dress of physical and mental love had long been neatly folded and put away, only when she was out. Will be replaced.

At this moment, she is dressed plainly, with a plain face, and her hair is **** in a ponytail, and she flicks it with the sword practice. And her sword-drawing action is getting more and more swift, and the sword-drawing is as sharp and sharp as the one. The smooth is the oncoming wind, and the swift electricity, which gives people a kind of piercing the enemy's heart and turning back. It won't even leave a drop of blood on Jian Feng's cold iron.

Ning Changjiu suddenly felt like returning to Tianku Peak to watch Ning Xiaoling practice sword on the Xueya Jianping.

The last sword is done.

Shao Xiaoli retracted the sword into the sheath, her body was hot, her fingers pinched the neckline, shook her clothes, and then reached out her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. When she turned her head, her gaze suddenly condensed, and she finally saw Li Ning Changjiu under the eaves.

"Boss." Shao Xiaoli, who was somewhat relaxed, immediately stood upright.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why are you still up?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "Didn't the boss also sleep?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her and said seriously: "Your sword is already very good."

Shao Xiaoli shook his head lightly: "I always think it's almost meaningless."

Ning Changjiu replied: "Your sword hasn't really drunk the blood yet, and you lack the determination to kill, but this is not something you can practice overnight, you don't need to care too much."

Shao Xiaoli nodded gently.

Ning Changjiu walked to her side and said: "Go to sleep."

Shao Xiaoli shook his head and said: "I can't sleep."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Are you worried about the life?"

Shao Xiaoli hummed and said: "It's been a month, I always think she is coming."

Ning Changjiu comforted: "Don't worry, I am here."

Shao Xiaoli worriedly said: "Boss, what should we do if we can't beat it? I'm still a lady of Huanghua, and I haven't been married yet... like this, what kind of **** king or queen, they talk every day, It sounds weird."

While speaking, she bent her forearms, clasped her hands on her chest, twisted her palms slightly against each other, and shook her body like a seedling being blown by the breeze.

Ning Changjiu didn't change his face and didn't respond.

Shao Xiaoli couldn't wait to answer, sighed, tightened the scabbard around his waist, walked behind him silently, and whispered: "Boss is really tired, pretending to be deaf and blind. Of."

Ning Changjiu stopped slightly, smiled faintly, and slapped Shao Xiaoli's head.

Different from four months ago, Shao Xiaoli reacted this time. She had no time to retreat, so she just leaned back a bit, trying to let her cheek touch the palm. At the same time, she said Putting on the palm, Zi Ning's arm slanted upwards, trying to force the opponent back to defend and buy himself some time.

Ning Changjiu let out a soft hey, his hand was really slow.

In this short period of time, Shao Xiaoli's feet were stubbornly clinging to the ground, her waist was bent back, her long hair dropped, and in her pupils, Ning Changjiu's palm was infinitely enlarged, occupying all the sights, and she forced her heart down. Shao Xiaoli's body was recoiled by palm force, his feet were not stable, his waist was stretched to the limit, and he fell toward the ground with a bang.

However, although this fall was downwind, it did escape the range of Ning Changjiu's palm. Ning Changjiu's palm fell empty, he himself was stunned, and then relieved the strength of his hand. , Squat down and fell to the ground.

The girl stretched out her hand and smiled: "Get up."

Shao Xiaoli opened her eyes wide, and she fell down in one breath, her chest fluctuated violently, and finally realized that she had escaped Ning Changjiu's palm.

Four months ago, the boss wanted to follow what he said when he was learning sword...

She felt a little dizzy, and quickly stretched out her hand and took Ning Changjiu's hand.

Ning Changjiu's hands are not as soft as hers, but they give her an inexplicable peace of mind.

Shao Xiaoli got up from the grass, patted the dust on his dress, calming his thoughts of joy.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the white cocoon she had worn out from her long-term sword training, and patted her head with pity. He looked at the smile hidden on her face and asked, "What's the matter? Happy?"

Shao Xiaoli raised his head and said: "The boss forgot to start practicing swords, did you promise you?"

Ning Changjiu certainly remembered that at that time, he said that when Shao Xiaoli took this palm, it was considered as a master.

Time flies so fast. At that time, the girl who was so frightened that she couldn't stand still with a frightful palm, can now respond dexterously. In the end, although she was a little embarrassed, she barely managed to avoid it. .

"Well, congratulations to Xiao Li, I have been a teacher." Ning Changjiu said.

Shao Xiaoli was recognized by the boss, smiling like a flower, unspeakable joy.

Ning Changjiu curiously asked: "What are you doing so happy?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "In this way, we will no longer have the status of master and apprentice."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Is there anything wrong with the status of master and apprentice?"

Shao Xiaoli said: "Of course it’s not good. The book says to be a teacher for a day and be a father for life. There is an ethical framework between the master and the apprentice. Virtue, shameless people will think about their masters, apprentices, and Duanjiecheng have many of them. Under the guise of being a master and apprentice, they actually don’t have the mind to learn skills at all, just to get close to them. Then wait for an opportunity to start. This is not right. Xiaoli is different from them. I practice diligently every day to get a free body, boss... If you had any scruples about this before. , Now there is no need to have a psychological burden."

Shao Xiaoli lowered his head and talked freely. As he talked about it, his voice became smaller and smaller, his cheeks flushed.

It's just that she doesn't understand. She said so much by a girl, why the boss didn't respond at all.

Finally, she plucked up the courage and raised her head, only to find that Ning Changjiu's face was cold, his facial features were stiff, and her expression seemed unfriendly...

"Boss, what's the matter?" Shao Xiaoli didn't know where he was wrong.

Ning Changjiu calmed down and looked at her, forced a smile, and said: "No, you are right."

After finally pressing Shao Xiaoli back to bed to sleep, Ning Changjiu came outside the house alone, thinking of what the girl had just said, could not help thinking of Lu Jiajia, and laughed helplessly.

Isn’t it as good as a beast like this...

There was no moon in the night sky of Duanjiecheng, and the slender snowy shadow in white clothes dangled in front of his eyes in a daze, so there was a moon in his eyes.

I don’t know how you guys are...

He thought quietly, and all the contents of the Shura Shenlu flooded into the blood, like a horse running steadily, starting a cycle of weeks and days.

I don't know if this horse can ride the wind straight to the sky, carrying him to meet the moonlight.

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Lu Jiajia doesn't know how many days he has been sitting outside the abyss.

This abyss is like a sunken flat surface, which never stops chasing. No matter how many times she jumps, she will be sent back to the origin by irresistible force.

The thatched house outside the abyss was a bit damaged after wind and rain. The wooden figure at the door of the thatched house was carved with time, one painting a day, and now there are more than one hundred and fifty nicks.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than five months.

The lotus in Liantian Town has long since withered, and there is no more movement in the abyss, and the silence is desperate.

She is still in white clothes like snow, her ink hair is like a waterfall, and her fairy air is like dust, but her beautiful cheeks look a little thin. Because of her congenital sword body, her skin is not affected by wind and rain, and it is still as shiny as jade. , Like the cold snow of Tianzong Yujian.

Day and night alternate shadows on the sword dress.

After Lu Jia’s marrying sword body broke into the purple court, her realm has risen more than any genius in the history of Yu Jian Tianzong, but she never laughed again, and occasionally just faced the abyss and robbed that heart demon. The tune in humming into a tune.

The years have flowed, so what is your life...

I don't know if the people under the abyss can hear them, and then they are awakened by themselves.

And the elders and juniors of Tianzong Yu Jian occasionally send some clean clothes for washing. Ning Xiaoling will accompany her master to look at the abyss while she is practicing, but her realm is too low to be in the south. After staying in waste for too long, every time I accompany Lu to marry for half an hour, I have to leave.

Ning Xiaoling still lives in Neifeng. She practiced swords with the other disciples every day. After returning to the room, she discussed some ins and outs and spells about ghosts with Han Xiaosu.

Sometimes she would go to Shuge to read a book. The old man in Shuge was already dead. Now it is Master Yazhu who guards Shuge. When she is reading, Le Rou sometimes sits at her with a book. Next to her, chatting lightly with her, Ning Xiaoling occasionally smiled, more often she was absent-minded in a daze.

The best relationship between Fengzhong and her is Le Rou. Le Rou hopes that she can help her out of the shadows earlier, but although Ning Xiaoling seems calm, occasionally some small movements will still expose her. For example, when they walked together, Ning Xiaoling would suddenly pull her sleeves.

This is what she used to do with her brother.

There were some waves on such a day.

It was an afternoon in the early autumn. Jingyang and Xia Yujian came to the edge of the abyss and sent a letter to Lu Jiajia.

"What is this?" Lu Jiajia rarely spoke, her voice a little dry.

Jing Yangxia explained: "More than three hundred years ago, the patriarch had made friends with a master of the Zhongzhou sect and almost became a brother. In the past few hundred years, the two sects have been separated by mountains and seas, and there has been very little exchange of letters. But this time Jiuying’s appearance still shocked a lot of people. The master of the great sect heard what happened to the Tianzong Yujian, thought of the friendship of the ancestor, and sent a lot of medicines and weapons to the sect, and promised three more. The number of disciples allows disciples to go to their practice and return to the Guangyao Sect after the Dao Fa is achieved."

Jing Yangxia sighed: "You know, even if our sect has been repaired for a few months, it still has withered luck and weak spiritual power. Now it is not a good place for cultivating. There are also many in our sect. Disciples, no matter where they are placed in the world, they are rare geniuses, and it is not good to delay them too much."

Lu Jiajia listened quietly, and after Jing Yangxia finished speaking, he said softly: "Is it the Ancient Lingzong?"

Gu Lingzong is a well-known sect in Zhongzhou. They have a unique set of secret methods that can cultivate the innate spiritual to the extreme. The place where the sect fell is said to be the place where the Mingjun fell.

There is even more legend that within that mountain gate, there are still several powerful spirit devourers.

Jing Yangxia nodded.

Lu Jiajia calmly said: "Everything is determined by Jing Feng."

Jing Yangxia hesitated for a while, and still said: "We discussed three places, one of which was originally unwilling to choose, but we discussed for a long time, and finally decided to ask you what you mean."

"Who is it?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Jing Yangxia said: "Ning Xiaoling."

Lu Jiajia's eyes fell slightly, and he didn't speak.

The autumn wind rustles, Bai Chang flies, she pursed her dry lips, and after a while she raised her head and said, "I'll talk to her."

Jing Yangxia nodded and left.

Lu Jiajia turned around, faced the light, and closed her eyes slightly. Her back was outlined in the bright light, so beautiful, but a little lonely.

She looked at the abyss and asked softly: "Your junior is leaving too, why aren't you coming back?"

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The King City of Zhao.

Zhao Xiang'er stood on the golden steps of the palace. She wore a black dragon robe painted with gold. She had a straight neck and a beautiful back bone. The jade belt was wrapped around her waist. She held it with a full grip, and the hanging blue silk was covered. Where she stood upright, as her breath swayed slightly, her head was wearing complicated golden phoenix ornaments, which were luxurious and noble, while her beautiful cheeks had no emotions, as if a son of **** came to the world.

The ceiling of the main hall is very high, the moss wells are gorgeous, the buckets are strong and strong, the bead curtains hang down high, behind the staggered barrier fans, the palace lanterns stand on both sides, like pontoons in the water.

Hundred civil and military officials were kneeling in front of the temple, and they stated one by one the major and minor issues that have occurred in the Zhao country. Among them are people's livelihood, disasters, and more the war with the country on the border.

"Today's drought in northwestern China, I finally survived the midsummer, but the rain has not fallen. Most of the field crops have died. I am afraid that there will be no crops this year..."

"The south is flooded. The sandy water in the southeast has burst its banks and flooded many villages. Officials there have asked the imperial city to help."

"This is the military expenditure and battle report for this month..."

"..."

Zhao Xianger listened calmly, speaking from time to time, her language was gentle and clear, she was not at all like a sixteen-year-old girl, even if there were occasional objections, she did not use force to suppress others when arguing, her words were gentle, as if she were a woman Ming Jun, a rare encounter in a century.

And Zhao Xianger's transformation of Zhao Guo's people often talk about it.

What happened to Tianzong Yujian, after nearly half a year has passed, is no longer a secret.

They all know that in the imperial city that day, there was a marriage dispute with His Royal Highness, and they also fought shoulder to shoulder. The young man who sat in a high position at the wedding banquet of His Highness might have died.

They were also deeply impressed with the young man, and although his Royal Highness warned that Linhe City’s affairs should not be arrogant, but in private, they also have tongues. Many people said that they were in Linhe City for a month without seeing the sun. Here, it should be true mutual affection, even... still hugging each other.

After the young man died, His Highness did not go to court for a whole month, and his heart was clearly revealed.

It's just that they didn't expect that His Highness really took him so seriously in his heart.

Time is like water, and now Zhao Xianger's Qingmei face no longer sees any sadness, but the subsequent indifference or gentleness, with the charm of repelling thousands of miles and not eating smoke.

The long-awaited three-year agreement seems to be impossible to come true.

Many nights, Zhao Xianger will also think of the days in the Imperial City and Linhe City. The time they spent together was not that long, but they always gave her a sense of success at first sight, as if the fate had been set a long time ago. Up.

In the late autumn of last year, when the State of Zhao was in turmoil, Qianyu Palace was crushed, and my mother died in the fire.

At that time, Zhao Xianger's anger was far greater than sadness, because she knew that a character like her mother could never die, and all of this might be the test she arranged for herself.

When Ning Changjiu died, she was also unwilling to believe that no matter how dangerous the abyss of the Southern Wilderness, there was always a ray of life.

How could someone like him die?

It's just that the days passed by day by day, and the white clothes seemed to sink into the sea with a rock tied up, and there was no more news.

This also made her angry, angry at Yu Ning's long-term "nothing to believe".

And she can't be immersed in her emotions forever, all the people of Zhao Kingdom are still waiting for her decision.

Jin Kingdom and Rong Kingdom are both powerful and powerful countries. Even now, Zhao Kingdom is no longer what it used to be, but it is still very troublesome to deal with the war.

"Legend, the monarch of the Kingdom of Jade has been enlightened again."

In the imperial palace, a courtier walked out and talked about a major event that had happened in the Kingdom of Jade recently.

Zhao Xianger quietly waited for something to come.

The courtier spread out the folds in his hands and said: "The legendary sacred tree in the capital of the Kingdom of Zion has bloomed. It is said that the sacred tree blooms every two hundred years. Every time when the flowers and trees are gorgeous, it indicates that the king Yuming will be on the throne. This is a sign of the prosperity of the country. This matter has already been heated up in the country. The officials and others dare not make a statement for the time being whether the news is true or not. It is just that the people say that the country is going to be the master..."

Zhao Xianger listened and asked faintly: "What kind of sacred tree?"

The courtier thought for a while, and replied: "There are many legends, but the most widely spread among them is a cherry blossom iron tree, a cherry tree taller than the imperial palace. That tree seems to die on weekdays. The stem is as hard as iron, and when the flowers bloom, they are full of cherry petals, and you can’t even see a branch of it."

Zhao Xianger frowned slightly and said, "Could it be Chang Ying?"

In the memory of Jiuyu's inheritance, if you want to truly build the only purple mansion in the world, you need the white spirit bone, the snow lotus and the leaves of Changying. The first two have been obtained by yourself, and the book of trees like Changying There is no record in it, and she doesn’t know where to look for it, but now, this iron tree that seems to be Chang Ying is blooming in the world, but it happens to be in the country...

The courtier listened to the question of His Highness, and shook his head honestly, saying that he didn't know.

Zhao Xianger didn't ask any more, she was determined in her heart.

In the past few months, a fire was faintly burning in her heart. The fire was held in her heart, and she was a little tired of the extremely long war. She often wondered if there was any way. Can end all of this...

Zhao Xianger asked suddenly: "Can you kill one person to benefit the world?"

Most of the courtiers are unclear. Therefore, this issue has been controversial in history, but now your Highness asks, it must be more meaningful. They pondered and wanted to express their opinions, but listened to Zhao Xianger quietly said: "I think it is."

They stared at each other, not knowing how to speak.

They also didn't know that, in the late autumn two months later, in the early morning of a certain day, this beautiful young girl will wear strong clothes, carry an umbrella and sword, and ride a bird alone.

The female emperor Zhao Xianger, the black-clothed single-sword thorn king.

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(Thanks to the leader who is going to play McRae for rewarding another rudder! Thank you for your support! What a damn~)