Beyond the Divine States Chapter 217: : When the mountain flowers are blooming
Dark clouds rolled over my head like waves, and the gray sky was chilly in the fine rain.
The robbery has passed, and the lightning and thunder from the sky is a real celestial phenomenon.
Ning Changjiu looked at the south with a daze.
This trance is terrible.
Suddenly his spirit was caught by something, and the pain of the soul was not even lost when he was stabbed by the little girl who was robbed by the demons.
"When did you wake up?" Ning asked for a long time with a little pain.
In his body, the familiar voice was colder than ever before: "When you went out of the abyss, I woke up."
That is the voice of the sword spirit.
Ning Changji was silent for a while, and said: "Why didn't you do it before?"
Sword Spirit said: "Because that woman is here."
Ning Changjiu said: "Are you still determined to take me away?"
Sword Spirit said coldly: "In the beginning, I told you... It's just these years, you may have a fluke, thinking I won't do it to you."
Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "No, I think you are so good. Only a single sword heart is worthy of the ultimate move of the Heavenly Sword Sword."
Sword Spirit said: "Actually, I don't like the sword of Tianyu Jianjing."
"Why?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Sword Spirit replied: "Because this is an assassination sword, the real strong cannot be assassinated. For example, the **** master sitting and watching the world, I want to ask for a sword, the real fastest and strongest sword, this is mine. Long-cherished wish."
Sword Ling paused, and continued: "I want to draw a sword, first of all I must be able to hold the sword. I don't want to be held in my hand."
Ning Changjiu said: "I appreciate your wish, but it's me who you want to take away, so I can't support you."
Between words, the mental powers of the two pulled each other, vying for the initiative of this body.
Ning Changjiu's face is sometimes plain and sometimes indifferent, constantly switching between a loving person and a ruthless sword.
Ning Changjiu's words were still calm, saying: "You can't beat me."
Sword Spirit was silent for a while, and whispered: "I know."
It sighed: "This is the instruction of destiny...not to mention that even the sinner could not kill you. But I still don't understand. I know all the swords you know. Why can't I beat you?"
Ning Changjiu sat cross-legged in the rain, and his figure was cut brightly by the flashing lightning.
His white clothes were damp, and his ink hair was draped over his shoulders, and his original youthful eyebrows became more energetic now.
There is no need for a sword spirit to seize the house, he is already like a sword, a straight, out-sheathed sharp blade.
Ning Changjiu said: "Since you don't understand, then I will let you understand."
Behind Ning Changjiu, if there is no place for the soul to float, in the drizzle, the phantom of the soul seems to be broken at the touch of a touch.
The phantom and the body closed their eyes at the same time.
Next, there was a heavy rain on Ning Changjiu's boundless lake of mind, and the lake of mind that was originally like a mirror was in a blink of an eye.
The shadow of the sword spirit wrapped in gray hair stands quietly in the lake. Then, Ning Changjiu's soul also turned into a mustard seed and came to the lake of heart, and confronted him peacefully.
The rain in Heart Lake is illusory, just the resonance of the soul with the outside world.
But the ripples under their feet are real.
Above the Lake of Heart, the battle began silently.
They began to confront the swords, the same swords, thousands of sword shadows were simulated by the souls, shrouded in the sky above the lake of the heart, those sword images were soldiers waiting in armor, entering one after another in the beating drum. The team showed bright and dignified weapons, and the sound of the weapons when they were unsheathed was like Hu Qin rustle.
Ning Changjiu sat cross-legged, already in concentration.
The sky is cloudy and rainy, and I don't know when to stop.
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Nearly two years have passed since Ning Changjiu fell into the abyss.
More than a year of time in Duanjiecheng is fleeting. When crossing the sundial, they once again passed the plane of absolute time flow. After they came out, the severe winter that should have come has passed silently, and the snow melted. , The cherry blossoms in the wilderness are all in full bloom, and in the late spring rain, the sound of the stream rushes to the distance thoughtfully.
Even if the time has passed so long, Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but wonder for a long time when she looked at the blue bird picture in the window.
It is raining outside the window.
According to folklore, after this rain, summer will come again.
This is the second summer after the brother left.
Ning Xiaoling opened the door, and the bead curtain shattered her delicate eyebrows.
She is sixteen this year, and she will be seventeen in a few months.
The young girl is no longer the youngest disciple in the inner peak, her eyebrows are becoming more and more calm, she doesn't like to dress up, she always has a plain face, white dress and black belt, and her head is full of immature green silk and only tied in the middle with a hair rope. , Falling naturally, almost reaching the waist.
She is still petite, but she is a lot taller, and her chest is slightly raised, as if the tide has faded, revealing the mountains that have been hidden for a long time.
If Lu Jiajia is an immortal sword that is not stained with fine dust, then Ning Xiaoling is a delicately crafted small blade.
On weekdays, many people in Fengzhong treat her as Lu Jiajia's successor.
Only in the past two years, Fengli often said that Senior Sister Ning Xiao was going to a large cultivator named Gu Lingzong in Middle Earth.
The ancient Lingzong was originally called the Netherworld Dao Lingzong. Later, after the word Nether was a taboo, it was removed. In addition, the granddaughter of the sovereign at that time was named Gu Ling, so the name was changed to the ancient Lingzong.
It is a famous sect in Middle-Earth. It is located in the legendary site of the Kingdom of Underworld, and has extremely high accomplishments in the art of exorcising souls and controlling spirits. Legend has it that they also control the scattered power of King Ming, and every official disciple can enjoy a part of it as a bonus for auxiliary cultivation.
But two years have passed, but Ning Xiaoling hasn't set off for a long time.
Today is exactly the second year since Brother has left. He still didn't come back.
Ning Xiaoling came to his room and cleaned the dust-free room again, but no matter how clean it was, the books on those cases were still eroded and yellowed by the years.
In the patter of rain, Ning Xiaoling cleaned up the house.
She crouched down and found a red letter from the grid at the bottom of the desk.
That was the marriage letter between Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger.
Ning Xiaoling opened and read it as usual, with a gentle expression.
If the brother and sister Zhao are together, such a scene will be very interesting...
It took her a long time to put the letter back to the case. After returning to her room, she took the porcelain bottle and tapped it lightly.
In the porcelain vase, Han Xiaosu's shadow floated out: "Sister Xiaoling, what's the matter?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Your soul has almost recovered. I will send you back. Along the way, I will tell you the story that happened in Linhe City."
Han Xiaosu looked a little frightened: "This is my home."
Ning Xiaoling smiled lightly: "With me, of course I won't drive you away, but I'm leaving now."
"Where is Sister Xiaoling going?" Han Xiaosu was startled, and immediately thought of those rumors: "Is Sister going to Middle-earth?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Well, I'm going to find my senior."
Han Xiaosu questioned: "Huh? Isn't Young Master Ning in the Southern Wilderness..."
Ning Xiaoling whispered: "When you find people in the books, there is a saying that you will go to the poor and fall down to Huangquan. The blue sky is too high and too far, and I can't become a fairy. But Huangquan may be able to try it."
Han Xiaosu gets along with her day and night, and naturally understands her intentions-even if Ning Chang is dead for a long time, she will get him back from the Underworld.
Han Xiaosu sighed softly and said: "Although the Ancient Spirit Sect is a major sect, the path to the dark is by no means a great way to the sky. My sister has already shined brightly on the kendo, why bother?"
Ning Xiaoling's voice is calm and firm: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
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Ning Xiaoling came to Linhe City on a sword boat in plain clothes and white skirt. In the drizzle of Linhe City, Han Xiaosu reluctantly dripped into the river.
She can't be seen from the river water passing by.
"It's so cold here." Han Xiaosu hugged his shoulders.
Ning Xiaoling said softly: "This city is also very cold. After that time, many people who survived have also moved away. Now the rest of the city are mostly widows and widows who can't get away. In the future, you will set up a sacrificial hall here, from the river spirit to the river god, and become their incense support. So everything can be cold, but your heart can't, you know?"
The girl's words were like admonishment, but they were soft as a spring breeze. Han Xiaosu was half soaked in the water, holding his body and nodding lightly.
Ning Xiaoling rubbed her head and said goodbye to her.
Han Xiaosu watched her back disappear to the end, shaking her ghostly body reluctantly, swimming like a fish into the bottom of this familiar and unfamiliar river.
More than a year ago, Zhao Xianger killed King Yan with a single sword in black, watched the fire in the palace, and enjoyed the flowers outside the palace, which attracted countless thunders and stepped into the purple court.
This is a story widely circulated among the people.
No matter how violent and sonorous they wrote about the struggle of the country in this story, everyone knows the ending of the story.
The assassination not only severely damaged the morale of the country, but also frightened the country who originally wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman. The lord of the country was also an old man. He even [无名故事www.downtxt.net] ] Having put his son to death and his grandson into a mutiny, the elderly who are unwilling to hand over the power are most afraid of death.
After the assassination of Janguo, he hurriedly ordered people to revise the book of Zhao Guo, expressing his willingness to give up all the land that he had invaded that year, and was willing to send troops together to help him engulf Janguo.
Zhao Xianger accepted the returned territories, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave a city alone. That city was located in the center of those territories, called Baicheng. In this white city, the banner of Rongguo is still abruptly planted.
Afterwards, the war between the Kingdom of Zhao and the Kingdom of Xuan became more and more smooth, from the initial stalemate to the one-sidedness at the back, and even the famous generals of the Nation country directly led troops to surrender.
The battle was originally going to be fought for many years, but in just one year, the winner was clearly determined.
Everyone felt that the Jade Kingdom was going to end, but after Zhao Xianger had regained all the territory, he did not continue to send troops to destroy the Jade Kingdom. Instead, he allowed the two countries to carry out some commercial cooperation.
In recent years, Ning Xiaoling and Zhao Xianger occasionally met, drinking and seeing flowers in the palace together, talking about their thoughts.
Today Ning Xiaoling also went to see Zhao Xianger after leaving Linhe City.
Zhao Xianger did not go to court these days, and always lived in the deep palace.
She is not wearing a dragon robe, wearing a thin spring gown, with delicate and elegant embroidery on her shirt, which fits her increasingly proud figure. When she walks slowly between the courtyards, she can overwhelm the spring blossoms in the courtyard, and there are more colorful butterflies around her body. Pecking lightly, as if the embroidery on her spring clothes is the first fragrance in the world.
The drizzle was gurgling, and the spring evening was red.
In the foggy cold weather, Ning Xiaoling came to her bedroom without anyone else. She has a jade card gifted by Zhao Xianger, and the entire palace can come and go freely.
The girl was like a first plum in the snow when she enjoined Tianzong in the sword, she was cold and proud, but in front of Zhao Xianger, she was more like a little girl who had just come out of her boudoir.
Ning Xiaoling retracted the umbrella and walked gently into the quiet palace with the curtains blowing.
There was no light in the hall, and the beams on which the curtains were hung were damp, making them more old. The arrangement in the hall was symmetrical and old-fashioned, like an old scholar, except for the veil outside the lamp with a faint shadow of flowers swaying.
In the ancient hall, Zhao Xianger sat down in front of the dark case, with a coke-tailed guqin on the case, and a scent of incense was burning beside the piano, and green smoke was lingering.
Zhao Xianger's soft white porcelain fingertips glided across the strings, and the sound of the piano clank cut into the rain curtain, the incense of the incense was fluttering, and the mist and rain were even more miserable. Ning Xiaoling, who was bound by white clothes, sat silently. Behind her, watching Zhao Xiang'er's beautiful and desolate back, she quietly finished listening to the song.
Zhao Xianger has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since childhood, and all of them are national players.
But after learning, she rarely touches it again.
This tune is not long, it soon dissipated into the spring rain, and the lingering reverberation was also suppressed by the sound of the rain.
Zhao Xianger's slender fingers pressed the silver string, beside the slightly drooping head, the ink hair was slender, covering her side face, and the incense that was covered by her fine eyebrows also faded after the sound of the piano. go with.
"Are you leaving?" Zhao Xianger asked softly without turning his head.
Ning Xiaoling said: "Sister Zhao, too?"
Zhao Xianger gave a hum and said: "It should have been gone, but I want to wait until after the three-year appointment."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Is there any chance to meet in the future?"
Zhao Xianger knows where she is going, and she also knows that it may be difficult to meet again in the future, but she still nodded: "Yes."
Ning Xiaoling smiled gently: "What should Zhao Guo do after Sister Zhao is gone?"
Zhao Xianger lowered her eyebrows, while looking at the wood grain on the guqin, she said: "Even if the country of Zhao does not have me today, there will be no danger of subjugation in decades. Last year Song side was raised by me. For the sake of Zaifu, the throne will be left empty in the future, and the prime minister will supervise the country. The good situation is already set. If Zhao Guo's ministers can no longer keep their careers, then there is nothing I can do."
Ning Xiaoling listened quietly. Looking at Zhao Xianger's back, she couldn't help but ask a question that had been buried in her heart for a long time: "Sister Zhao, have you... ever liked brother?"
Zhao Xianger's hand on the piano paused slightly, she tilted her head and smiled faintly: "If you want to know, let him ask me in person."
Ning Xiaoling looked at Zhao Xianger's profile, her expression swaying slightly.
The past two years have washed away the childishness of her brows and eyes. Ning Xiaoling looked at the beautiful side face, always in a trance for a moment, as if she was the Luoshen in the poems, making every strand of beauty The interpretation is to the extreme.
Ning Xiaoling returned to God, and asked: "Then if Brother Zhao comes back, will Sister Zhao still fulfill the marriage letter?"
Zhao Xianger gently shook his head: "Naturally not, I am not your master..."
The girl wanted to speak but stopped.
Ning Xiaoling didn't believe it, she asked: "Why?"
Zhao Xianger was silent for a long time before faintly speaking: "When I was very young, my mother said four words to me. I always remember those four words."
"Which four characters?"
"End Bi returned to Zhao."
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It was dusk when Ning Xiaoling returned to the sect. She glanced at everything in the peak for the last time.
Le Rou stood outside holding an umbrella.
After Ning Xiaoling came out, Le Rou gently hugged her, then took out a booklet from her arms and handed it to her.
"What is this?" Ning Xiaoling took the booklet and flipped through it, and found that it was blank.
Le Rou earnestly said: "There are two copies of this booklet, one for me and the other for you. When we are separated in the future, we will each record the interesting things. When we meet next time, we will exchange them. Look."
Ning Xiaoling smiled, took the booklet into her arms, and said: "If you don't have me in the future, you can't be lazy in sword practice."
Le Rou was a little annoyed and said: "Obviously I am the senior sister, how can you always teach me."
Ning Xiaoling stood under her umbrella, and the two of them walked together a section of the mountain road.
Le Rou asked: "Would you like to see Master together?"
Ning Xiaoling hesitated for a while, and said: "Well, but don't bother her this time. Brother has already left. If I want to leave again, no matter how calm the Master is, I know her heart will be sad. "
Le Rou sighed: "Master and sister are the same person."
So they went to Nanhuang before dark and took a look at Lu Jiajia from a long distance away.
Her back is still so clear, even if she sees the flowers through Lin Wu, she still forgets the vulgarity and can't bear to leave.
After Ning Xiaoling and Le Rou had left, Lu Jiajia turned around and looked.
She actually knows everything.
In the misty rain, her slender shadow became more and more lonely.
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On the mountain road to the west of the Southern Wilderness, a child wearing a hat for fishing suddenly shouted "Youkai", then fled and dived into the water, swam to the opposite bank, and plunged into the fishing village.
The one who was called a monster by the little fisher boy was a man with gray hair almost wrapped around his body.
The man is not tall, and the face surrounded by gray hair has the fortitude of a teenager and the delicate grace of a girl, unable to distinguish gender.
He walked to the river, looked at himself reflected in the water, and stretched out his hand.
His hand turned into a sword while shaking.
He held the sword and cut a circle outside his neck.
The long hair wrapped around her body fell all of a sudden, and every strand was a unique sword thread in the world.
He picked up these sword threads and threw them into the river, which was a chance for him.
He looked at his shadow in the river again.
At this moment, his hair is neat and horrible, like a big watermelon covering his head, looking dumbfounded, it does not match his smart eyebrows, and the gray hair at the roots of his hair is slowly turning into black.
"What do you think of this body?" Another white-clothed boy walked out of the valley, his face pale and tired.
Ning Changjiu is naturally the boy in white.
Previously, he and the sword spirit started a battle on the soul, from early morning to sunset, until all the sword moves were exhausted, all methods were unified, and they used that sword at the same time.
The sword spirit finally lost.
The difference in defeat was minimal, but it still determined the victory.
It is neither regrettable nor sad, because he has done his best. Ruoning has not had the opportunity of the Broken World City for a long time, there is no Shura Shenlu, and there is no law of time... No, these are not the most important, the most important The important thing is that its sword heart is not clear.
Of course, the sword of killing must be the fastest to kill.
But it knows, and asks itself, it doesn't want to kill Ning for a long time.
The difference is a little bit, the outcome is reversed...
Originally it was defeated, Ning Changjiu could swallow it and refine it directly.
It awaits the judgment of fate.
After Ning Changjiu’s spirit returned, he did not devour the defeated sword spirit. Instead, he put his hand on his chest and pulled out the silver sword directly, splitting it directly from the body, and then confronted the sword. The control was given to Jian Ling.
So the sword became the body of the sword spirit, and he changed from the spirit into a human.
Ning Changjiu not only lost this silver sword, but Shura's physique was no longer perfect, and it became a defective product with only half its power.
"Even if it's me, I feel a pity for you." Sword Spirit said.
Ning Changjiu said: "Brother told me that there will always be rewards if you give."
Sword Spirit said: "It is difficult for me to give you back."
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I will marry in the future, and no one will bother me in my heart. Isn't it a kind of return?"
Sword Spirit is a little helpless.
He actually knew that people like Ning Changjiu would not kill himself. Perhaps it is a person like him who can become so strong.
He saluted Ning Changjiu seriously.
Sword Spirit looked at his mutilated body of Shura, and said: "You are relying on without the body of Shura, how can you beat your legendary fiancee?"
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Should I kill a chicken with a slaughter knife? Beating that little girl with the sword of Shura is too fussy."
Sword Spirit sneered: "You men really only speak bad things behind their backs. If you really meet, you don't know what a shameful appearance you should be."
"You men?" Ning Changjiu asked: "Aren't you?"
Sword Spirit was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know."
He has not yet decided on his gender.
Ning Changjiu said: "Then have you thought about your name?"
Sword Spirit said earnestly: "I will think about the name after I determine the gender."
Ning Changjiu laughed slightly: "Are you giving birth?"
Sword Spirit glared at him coldly.
Ning Changjiu looked at his watermelon head and smiled softly.
"Are you leaving?" Ning Changjiu asked.
"Well, the old man in Shuge has been reading books for so many years, it is very bored, I have long wanted to see the world outside the book by myself." Jian Ling said: "You go to see your woman, I will go to see My rivers and lakes, don’t live here."
Ning Changjiu clasped his fist and said: "Don't pass by the young man."
Sword Spirit still said before leaving: "By the way, don't listen to that red-headed chicken bullshit, Zhao Xianger can't compare to Peak Master Lu, even if you want to marry, let Lu Marry the door first."
Fortunately, Mr. Xueyu is not here, otherwise it will be a fierce war of words.
Another parting.
The sword spirit disappeared between the vast landscape.
The smile on Ning Changjiu's face was finally replaced by exhaustion and pain. He clutched his chest and coughed, coughing out a lot of blood.
The Shura Shenlu forcibly separated, and the backlash against him was greater than he thought.
But it's all choices.
The sky is getting darker.
Ning Changjiu simply recovered from his injuries, and then his Yujian lifted into the air, swept in the direction of Yujian Tianzong.
The Red River surrounding the Southern Wilderness is already in sight.
In the night sky after the rain, the secluded galaxy flows over the top of the head, and the vast mountains pass under the sword.
These are unfamiliar scenery.
On the way, only the winding Red River walked with him.
His sword flew faster and faster, crossing the mountains and rivers, and walking away on the stars.
The waning moon, which was bright and slippery like a mirror, descended to the heart of the sky, drawing a lonely arc, and gradually sinking into the distance.
The sky lit up after a long time.
Then the morning light gradually turned into twilight.
The mountains and rivers are endless.
Southern Wilderness is too far away.
Even if he used the cultivation base of the Purple Court Realm, it still took nearly a month of day and night to finally reach the south of Nanzhou.
Landscapes gradually become familiar, just like old folks meet.
He did not go to the Four Peaks.
When he touched the small flying formation back then, he knew that Lu Jiajia would definitely be waiting for him by the abyss.
He followed the old road, slowly crossed the mountains and forests, crossed the Red River, and came to the Southern Wilderness.
There is a newly built road in the southern wilderness.
The road followed was the trace left by Jiuying running over the mountains.
Ning Changjiu slowly set foot on the gravel road.
The dawn came quietly, and the mountains and clouds gradually woke up.
The abyss spread out in front of him.
But he didn't look at the abyss.
Beside the wooden house, the long-lost figure swayed through the shadow of the tree, robbing him of all his eyes.
At that time, the morning light is shining behind the mountains, and they cross the mountains and ridges in bunches, penetrate into the rain-moist forest, and be refracted by each dewdrop, dividing the morning color into thousands of rays of light.
Some of them are staggered on this not-so-long road, like a silk-woven light curtain; some fall on the soft and undulating snow shadow, like the makeup depicted by the sky and the earth.
Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and gently touched the stream of light in front of him.
Xu Shi's dew is heavy in the early morning, and his eyes are getting wet.
This was a scene he had only seen in his dreams.
Today, he finally doesn't have to wake up.
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(I really like this chapter)
(Thanks to the heroes who watched the sunset from Luoyang! Thank you for your support and encouragement~)