Beyond the Divine States Chapter 235: : The Fate of Rebellion

Luo Shenfeng experienced a sunrise.

In the backlit silhouette, Ning Changjiu squatted down a bit, Zhao Xianger gently lay on his back, wrapped his hands around his neck, Ning Changjiu lifted her on her thigh, and the two of them No one spoke, and walked down the mountain road silently.

"Where to go next?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Across the mountain roads with overlapping yellows and blues, Ning Changjiu looked towards the vast four wilds. Under the mountain, the vegetation was covered with dew, and the clothes were wet in a blink of an eye.

Light penetrated dimly from the branches of the trees, Zhao Xiang'er half-opened his eyes and whispered: "It's good to go anywhere."

She said this, plucked a leaf, wrote something on the leaf with her fingertips, and then blew it lightly, the leaf floated, spinning and flying in the direction of Zhao Guo.

Next, Zhao Xianger seemed to be completely settled.

She lay on Ning Changjiu's back, closed her eyes, and was extremely quiet.

The hair fell between the neck and it was slightly itchy. Ning Changjiu's nose moved slightly, and he couldn't tell whether the fragrance of vegetation and the fragrance of a girl lingered between his nose.

"Where can I go?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Hmm."

"The farther the better?"

"Hmm."

The farther the better, but where can they go? Even with the cultivation base of the Purple Court Realm, it would still take a whole month for Yujian to cross Nanzhou.

This is also one of the smallest states in the entire world.

After all, they did not leave the country of Zhao.

In the afternoon, in a small town on the border, the bleak wind blew several times, and the autumn rain suddenly fell.

Zhao Xianger put one hand on his neck, and the other hand propped up the red umbrella, covering them over their heads to block out the late autumn drizzle.

She looked at the falling rain curtain, looked forward, and said: "This is really boring."

They have walked through many cities and towns. Although the scenery is different, it is only pleasing to the eye, not pleasing.

"Then what's interesting?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Zhao Xianger gently turned the umbrella handle to shake off the rain a little bit.

"Did you hear a storyteller when you were a kid?" Zhao Xianger asked.

"No." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xianger sighed: "Have you always read the knight script, right?"

"I've seen some." Ning Changjiu said. In his spare time practicing in the past, he used those books to imagine the world under the mountain.

Zhao Xianger was slightly surprised: "When I was young, these stories were told to me by my sisters and sisters in the palace. At that time, I was very happy after listening to it, so I ran across the mountains with branches, looking for those caves, hoping You can find a chance or something."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "When did you still look like this?"

Zhao Xianger pinched his ears, frowned and said: "Don't laugh."

Ning Changjiu repeatedly begged for mercy.

Zhao Xianger stretched out his hand into the rain and said: "Let’s leave some stories in Nanzhou. Even if we leave someday, we can leave some traces."

"You have left a lot of stories in Nanzhou." Ning Changjiu said mildly.

Zhao Xianger shook his head and said stubbornly: "That is a story written by my mother, not mine."

Ning Changjiu listened to her words and nodded slightly: "Then what do you want?"

……

This is the first day of six days. Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger returned to Yunshang City. They each purchased a set of sassy black clothes and became Jiang Yang thieves.

Since it's Jiang Yang thief, of course he has to steal the most valuable things.

The two inquired for a long time, and finally heard that there is a rare treasure enshrined in the Guangpo Temple in Rongguo. So they planned a route. After night came, they sneaked into Rongguo. According to the original plan, a Attract the people in the temple, one to steal the treasure.

In order to make this thief more real and exciting, they even pressed their realm into the Profound Realm, only the level of ordinary martial arts masters.

Everything went smoothly. The sound of the bronze gong was lit with the fire, and Ning Changjiu beat the gong and drums to draw away the people in the temple, and escaped freely in the pursuit of the soldiers.

The person responsible for stealing the treasure was Zhao Xianger. She stunned the two guards with a hand knife, and her figure sneaked into the deepest part of Guangpo Temple.

There is a little light in the depths. There was an old woman who was facing a lamp, chanting scriptures in her mouth.

Zhao Xianger came slowly behind her.

The candlelight dangled.

"This is a treasure left by God. Back then, God told me that a little girl would come and take it. I thought I couldn't wait until I died..." The old woman was too old to open her eyes, but she Hear the noise outside.

Zhao Xianger's breathing is slightly stagnant, she can see the appearance of the treasure clearly.

It was a small statue made of stone. The statue had no face. It looked like the goddess in the mural, and the clothes were carved and elegant, not at all like a statue of stone.

"How long have you guarded it?" Zhao Xianger knelt down, looked at the old lady by the candlelight, and asked.

The old woman said: "It's been seventy years."

Zhao Xianger asked again: "Have you seen the **** who left it?"

The old woman lowered her head and stopped talking.

The bright candlelight in front of her slowly dimmed and went out.

In the autumn rain, the girl in black clothes walked out of the ancient temple. Ning Changjiu went to meet her. He looked at the faceless idol in the girl’s arms and smiled and praised: "Xiang's daughter is really amazing. As if walking on the ground."

Zhao Xiang'er was not happy at all, she threw the statue to Ning Changjiu, and said: "Reward you."

Ning Changjiu frowned when he looked at the faceless godless statue.

Zhao Xianger holding an umbrella, listening to the sound of chasing and killing behind him, said: "I don't want to be a thief, it's boring."

Ning Changjiu said: "Then we will be heroes together?"

Zhao Xianger nodded and said: "Okay, from now on, you will call my aunt."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

Zhao Xianger handed the umbrella over: "Just call it if you ask it!"

The dark Jiuyu breaks through the autumn rain and blends with the night sky.

Soon after, the legend of a heroic couple riding a black eagle spread across the rivers and lakes.

They killed many famous villains in the arena. Those wicked deceive men and women do all evil, and they have long been known for being fierce, and they seem to wait for them to kill.

The plan for the heroic couple stopped on the third day.

That is a great villain from the Kingdom of Xuan, who lives in Thousand Buddha Mountain and is named Hundred-faced Ghost.

He once killed Master Guangci, the most respected Zen master in the Zhao country at that time. After killing Master Guangci, he successively handled several big cases, and then escaped into the Thousand Buddha Mountain in the Kingdom of Xuan, and was never born again.

All the knights who wanted to join Qianfoshan's chivalry and righteousness were not able to come out.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger rode to the mountain on the Shenque Jiuyu.

The Hundred-faced Ghost is far from being as fierce and evil as the legends of the world. When they saw him, he was sitting on the futon in the grotto temple, chanting to a broken ancient Buddha, seeming to be involved in the whole life. Of Zen.

Zhao Xianger retracted the umbrella under the eaves and walked into the grotto temple.

The temple was filled with a damp and moldy atmosphere. The broken ancient Buddha was covered by a drape. Several detained little ghosts were sitting on both ends wearing chains, chanting Buddhist scriptures, with images in their mouths. Contains hot iron nuggets.

The ghost is as thin as wood, and his monk robe is torn. He heard the footsteps behind him, and slowly turned his head back.

Ning Changjiu looked at his face. It was an ordinary face. He didn't see evil from that face, instead he saw compassion. It's just that the compassion was empty like a grave.

"I'm here to kill you." Zhao Xianger drew the sword from the umbrella to explain his intention.

The Hundred-faced Ghost is not surprised, his voice is slow, with an inexplicable relief: "I know...someone told me back then that there would be a girl with an idol to kill me."

Ning Changjiu's arms held the statues they had stolen from Guangpo Temple.　　 He and Zhao Xianger looked at each other.

"Who told you?" Zhao Xianger asked with a frown.

The Hundred-faced Ghost laughed twice and said: "I don't remember, I just remember the person who told me that the one who killed me has the purest fire in the world, and she can burn away my sins."

Zhao Xianger's hand holding the sword hangs slightly.

She looked at the Hundred-faced Ghost, retracted the sword into its sheath, and said: "No one can atone for you."

"Yes. I do a lot of evil, and I can't overdo it with a thousand knives. How can there be any fire that can burn my sins..."

Zhao Xianger didn't speak, her face was not pretty.

She just wanted to leave some stories that belonged to them before she left, but she didn't want these things to get her mother's mark.

But he was right. He did a lot of evil and committed countless lives. Of course he should be killed.

But after killing him, he once again obeyed his mother's arrangement. Not killing him was against the will of my heart.

Zhao Xiang'er holds the umbrella with a complicated mood.

The old monk turned his head and said, "Are you here to kill the Hundred-faced Ghost?"

"Yes." Ning Changjiu said.

"Let me tell you a story." said the old monk.

"Want to hear the details." Ning Changjiu said.

The old monk told the story.

"There used to be a solid family who broke a lazy domestic servant and kicked it out of the door. Later, the servant got some chance and occupied a hill and fell into the grass. It was not a climate. Later, a certain On a rainy night, the door of the family was smashed open, and a group of people with knives rushed in and slaughtered them. Women, children and the elderly were all killed by the knives, and blood was poured over the walls."

As the old monk's voice sounded, the autumn rain outside became louder, and the sound of rain seemed to separate the world.

The old monk continued: "The whole house was wiped out overnight, and only one child crawled out of the dead pile. That child got a little fairy fate and killed the servant. But after killing the servant, he It turns out that what happened back then was not as simple as revenge by the servants. Afterwards, too many people were involved, and they could not be killed if they could not be killed."

Ning Changjiu listened carefully, and said: "But you ended up killing it in the end."

The old monk's words became more and more dull: "It was the Hundred-faced Ghost who killed them."

"Aren't you just a ghost?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The old monk's dry face showed a bitter smile: "I am Zen Master Guangci."

……

In the thunder, the old monk talked about the past. After killing his servant and knowing the truth, he was optimistic about everything and planned to become a monk because he had goodness in his heart. He knew that if he wanted to keep revenge, he wouldn't deserve to die too many innocent people. The most important thing is that at that time, he was a martial arts hero, and he was a famous hero in the world. He was unwilling to abandon these fame and virtues and do the **** killing of more than ten families.

So he suppressed the hatred in his heart and became a monk. Until that day, the Hundred-faced Ghost came to the door. In the empty Buddhist hall, he exhausted everything to fight against the ghosts with hundreds of faces. Many times he thought he was going to die. But before he died, he saw the fire. The emptiness gave him strength, and he got up angrily. He picked up the Zen stick and smashed the head of the Hundred-faced Ghost like a hammer.

He looked at the corpse of the Hundred-faced Ghost, looked at the empty Buddhist hall, and the evil in his heart also awakened.

In the past, under the control of fame, he could not kill the enemy cleanly, but now, he sees an opportunity.

He cut off his head with the Dragon Slasher of the Hundred-faced Ghost, and exchanged clothes with him.

It is a ghost who walks into the temple, but it is still a ghost.

Buddha has become a ghost. Naturally, there is no **** by dogma or moral bondage. He can kill people happily, and kill many people. Under the dragon knife, there are hundreds of dead corpses. He is very guilty. , More innocent people...

In the hearts of the world, Grand Master Guangci has long since died innocently, and it was the Hundred-faced Ghost who did a lot of evil that day.

"Give me a break." The old monk finished his story and drew a dragon-cutting knife from the side of the Buddha statue. The rusty blade stuck to the ground and made an arc.

Without waiting for them to answer, the old monk has jumped up, and the half-raised Dragon Slashing Sword in his hand swirls around in the midst of his robe, and he slashes straight down.

When the knife fell in front of Zhao Xiang'er, the red umbrella suddenly opened, the blade hit the umbrella surface, and the spark splashed.

He knew he was going to die, but why would he die willingly? A good person is a lifetime, and a wicked person is also a lifetime. He just wants to know whether the fate predicted by that person is true.

The old monk suppressed all the strength of his body.

The girl caught the knife, and the snow-white spiritual power suddenly surged, like a thin dragon piercing between the sleeves, the slightly curved umbrella facing upward, suddenly condensed. While closing the umbrella, the girl drew out the sword, the red umbrella and the thin sword swung together, staggering and cutting out a cross made of flames.

The man flicked his monk's robe, separated the flames, blocked the front door, and adjusted his thin body for a short time. He turned the Dragon Slashing Sword from bottom to top and swung a smooth half-arc toward Zhao Xiang'er.

This is his last cut.

The knife failed to strike Zhao Xianger. But the spewing fire light rushed to the front first, and he saw the finches on the fire, just as it was in the past. Then the body was burned to death, and when he fell, it was already an old withered bone.

Ning Changjiu looked at the bones on the ground. The little ghosts who were imprisoned for chanting saw the old monk dying, thanked them, bared their sharp teeth, and began to bite the iron locks between their necks.

Out of Thousand Buddha Mountain, the two never spoke.

"Does it make sense to go on like this?" Zhao Xianger asked softly.

Ning Changjiu knew what she thought.

The whole world, everything she experienced, is hidden in the shadow of that fire bird.

This left her at a loss.

Zhao Xianger said: "I'm tired."

Ning Changjiu said: "I will carry you on my back."

Zhao Xianger gently shook his head: "No."

"Hug you?"

"..."

"Auntie, shall we go on acting like a chivalry?" Ning Changjiu asked, "There are only two days left."

"Go back to the imperial city." Zhao Xiang'er said, her brows couldn't hold a trace of anger.

Ning Changjiu rubbed her hair, but she didn't react at all.

Ning Changjiu sighed, then leaned down directly, took her legs with one hand, and put her arms around her Xiu back, and hugged her up.

"Ning Changjiu! Let me down!" Zhao Xianger exclaimed, annoyed and ordered.

"Don't let go." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xianger beat his chest with a fist.

Ning Changjiu hugged her tightly and ran with her in the autumn rain.

After a while, Zhao Xiang'er didn't struggle anymore. She let the other person hold her, her eyes were slightly hollow, looking at the rain falling above, and asked: "If fate is like this rain, we have to hide Where can I avoid it?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The edge of the cloud."

"What if that cloud is as big as the sky?" Zhao Xianger asked.

Ning Chang hasn't answered and couldn't answer, because this is what he has been thinking about.

He looked at the rain falling in the sky, thinking about how sick and pitiful she was with him—the cloud they were facing covered the entire sky.

He hugged Zhao Xianger while walking in the rain, and the cold Qiuyu whipped it down.

The mountain road is muddy, and the jade body in his arms is not warm, but it looks a little cold.

They just walked like this, and they didn't know when they were heads.

"I lost the three-year agreement." Zhao Xianger said suddenly, her voice as soft as rain.

She was motionless in her arms, her face buried in her messy and soaked hair, she couldn't see anything.

Ning Changjiu stopped slightly, and he hugged Zhao Xianger tighter.

Zhao Xianger was silent for a while, and continued: "I can beat you only because I saw the wedding gown... It was my mother specially let me see it, and then I naturally broke through all the tricks. The acupuncture point complements the seal of the Suzaku tattoo, so it is only natural to win."

"At the time, I felt that I could accept to beat you like this because you were a trick, and I can tell myself that if I don’t use Jiuyu Kie World, and use Jiuyu as the blade, I will face you. You won’t lose against the enemy... I think so, and believe so."

Zhao Xianger said slowly: "Look, this is the fate given to me by my mother. I want to return to Zhao, so I am unbeatable and will not be defeated. It has nothing to do with how strong you become. And I... and I want to win, so I only need a reason, a reason to convince myself, so that I can take it for granted that I have won."

"So I stepped into the life arranged by my mother again."

"The end of the three-year agreement has long been doomed... She knows that I am proud, I am stubborn, and that I am unwilling to admit defeat, so I will convince myself that I will step into my destiny willingly."

"Like that Guangci high monk, his hatred and hatred are under the name and virtue, but only one opportunity is needed. Those entangled evil thoughts will still break through the cage and occupy everything. There is a part of those evils. It’s his, and part of it is a ghost."

"In short, when he crawled out of the dead pile, he was a ghost. Even if he became a Buddha, he was just a ghost in a monk's robe."

"This is his life."

The rain slapped down, and the girl in black clothes was soaked by the rain, and her body exuded a weak, fragile breath, which Ning Changjiu had never seen before.

"I lost..." Zhao Xianger repeated it again, his words clearly.

She is unwilling to believe in those self-seeking reasons, and she is unwilling to step into the river of peace of mind.

The rain is getting heavier.

She didn't use her spiritual power to resist the cold rain, trembling slightly in Ning Changjiu's arms.

Ning Changjiu knew that she was not fearing the cold, but the fate that was everywhere.

If your life has been arranged, would you accept everything with peace of mind?

Ning Changjiu thought so.

He gave an answer sheet in his last life, but the ending can't satisfy him.

So what kind of ending did Zhao Xianger face in her previous life? With her character, she would never agree to this marriage, she should also be like herself, complete all the tasks of the mother, and then let the flow go back to Zhao.

According to the meaning of Master and Niang Niang, this marriage letter seems to be just an expression of friendship, and it is impossible to realize it... But history has changed, time has gone back twelve years ago, everything has been overturned, and they have met again. , The original parallel destiny shifted and became entangled together.

Every deviation of the thread of fate may lead to a completely different ending.

I changed her by myself.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Ning Chang did not use spiritual power to unfold the barrier to shield Zhao Xianger from the rain.

Because he knew she was crying. This was the first time she cried, so she didn't want to see it by herself.

Autumn rain is endless.

"Xiang'er." Ning Changjiu spoke suddenly.

"Yeah." In the long soaked hair, the girl Qiong's nose moved slightly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Let’s go back to Zhao Country and get married."

Zhao Xianger did not answer.

Ning Changjiu said: "You said that if you lose, I am free to divorce or marry you..."

"Yeah." Zhao Xianger hid in his arms, and she said softly: "But if you are also a fateful arrangement, do I want to run away from you?"

If you agree to the marriage contract, you will be resigned. If you refuse, you will go against your heart.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Do you like me?"

Zhao Xianger bit her lower lip slightly and asked, "What do you have that I like?"

Ning Changjiu also asked: "Then why did you let me hug you?"

Zhao Xianger did not answer, nor struggled to say that she wanted to come down, she asked: "Well, how about Lu marrying? Do you like her? If I marry you, what will she do?"

Ning Changlong pondered for a moment, and said with a guilty conscience: "There is a word for Taoist couple. Anyone who walks along the road can be a partner..."

"Pooh!" Zhao Xianger pinched him severely.

Ning Changjiu laughed, and said: "It's your business that you are entangled with fate. I am the winner, and this matter is always determined by me."

"Will you marry me then?" Zhao Xianger raised his head and asked.

"I want to marry you." Ning did not step on her text trap for a long time.

After saying this, Ning Changjiu hugged her tightly. He was soaking in the muddy mountain road, his trousers and clothes were splashed with mud.

This is the last rain in Zhao’s late autumn in the Baizang Year. Many years later, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger will often talk about this day.

……

……

Over the gate of Zhao's palace, the sword light cut through the night, and the muddy teenagers and girls chased them all the way, almost crashing into Zhao Xianger's bedroom.

"You change your shoes first!"

The moment Ning Changjiu entered the door, Zhao Xianger angrily grabbed his back collar, Ning Changjiu grabbed her stretched hand, and pulled forward, Zhao Xianger slid and screamed. Falling on the carpet, Ning Changjiu grabbed her hand and pressed her body against her. In the darkness, their faces were very close.

Ning Changjiu looked at her exquisitely exquisite Xiudian, and lightly printed her lips.

Zhao Xianger put a finger between their lips.

"Xiang'er still not follow?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile.

Zhao Xianger shook his head and said: "No, you are not allowed to be above me!"

During the words, Zhao Xianger had already turned over and pressed Ning Changjiu under him with his backhand. She was hesitating whether to kiss her or not, but Ning Changjiu raised her head unreasonably and bit her lips.

"Hmm..."

Zhao Xiang'er snorted, and her body was pulled over. The girl's convex jade body rubbed against him, squeezing it, Ning Changjiu's teeth gently bit her lips, and one hand pressed her back. He kissed her on the neck, put one hand on her slender waist, and slid down.

Zhao Xianger didn't care, she pressed him down, feeling the warmth between them, which was hotter than the Suzaku fire. The blush on his cheeks was hidden in the darkness, and the rain and muddy water on the clothes were still dripping, falling on the luxurious soft carpet.

After a long time, their lips finally parted.

"Go and change clothes first." Zhao Xianger commanded: "You won't be allowed to enter in this way in the future."

Ning Changjiu felt his husband's failure, while walking towards the blocking screen.

"Wait." Zhao Xianger stopped him.

"What's the order?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile.

Zhao Xianger said: "I'll change it first."

Speaking, she picked a few clothes from the cupboard and walked towards the back of the screen on her own.

When she came out again, she was only wearing a white, thin as a cicada-wing single garment, the edge of the single garment drooping just to cover the buttocks. She stepped on the fluffy carpet and came to the case, knelt down and sat down as if no one was around.

Ning Changjiu also changed his clothes. However, this cabinet was full of women's clothes, so he chose a loose robe, but the robe was still much tighter for Ning Changjiu.

When he changed his clothes and walked out, Zhao Xianger had already drawn up a book. She handed the book to Ning Changjiu and said: "Put your fingerprints on."

"Huh? What is this?" Ning Changjiu took the rice paper, his eyes swept, and his brows gradually frowned.

Zhao Xiang'er said seriously: "Although I don't know what we are going to face, if one day, it rebelles against our original wish, I hope we can have the courage to defy it... this counts as you and me. Private agreement, I just thought of a name for it..."

Zhao Xiang'er raised her head, her black-and-white eyes filled with expression: "Covenant of anti-decree."

"Cao Min follows the order." Ning Changjiu looked into her eyes and laughed.

He bit his finger and pressed his handprint on the rice paper.

This is a long night.

The next day, the marriage of the Empress of Zhao Kingdom will spread throughout Zhao Kingdom.