Beyond the Divine States Chapter 297: : Into the quiet

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia: "..."

Si Ming looked back indifferently, looked at the stunned Taoist couple in Mu Liyuan, smiled and said: "What's the matter? Come to my sect, why don't you see the lord?"

Ning Changjiu, who came in the wind and snow, looked at Si Ming’s face with no square shape, and was silent for a while, and asked: "When did you take office? Where was the original suzerain?"

"The original sect mainly offered sacrifices to Manzong's living beings to form the Nether Kingdom. Virtue is not worthy and should not be in charge of Jiuyou Hall." Si Ming said quietly.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Where is the elder in the clan? Can the older generation convince you? Or do you..."

Si Ming said indifferently: "Would I do the slaughter sect thing? You don't want to think about the goddess with all your heart."

Lu Jiajia will doubtfully ask: "Then why... so quiet?"

Si Ming said: "Before I came, the long teacher uncles of the Jiuyou Hall and the surrounding halls were killed by the underworld. Their bodies were broken, their authority was taken away, and they became the nourishment of the underworld. That underworld It’s like a gluttonous food, you won’t stop if you don’t have enough."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What about Xiaoling?"

"Ning Xiaoling..." Si Ming stopped slightly, she smiled, and sighed softly, "Follow me."

The formation of the ancient Lingzong is still there. It is not like the blizzard outside, like clouds and ice, and there are several peaks stretching in the middle of the evening sun. There are green and yellow grass everywhere, and the sky at dusk is empty and lonely. The mountain peaks near the Jiuyou Temple are not full of grass. On the cliff, the rich spiritual energy hangs high, turning into liquid water and rushing down.

The clouds between the heavens, the earth and the mountains are like a thick fog.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia discussed many possible things along the way.

But they did come, and after looking over the cliff, they discovered that this **** sect was so open and quiet.

"This is the Yuling channel." Si Ming introduced: "Ancient Lingzong has ten channels, and one channel is a peak. As far as I know, Ning Xiaoling cultivated in this Yuling channel at the beginning."

"At that time?" Ning Changjiu was shocked.

Si Ming nodded gently, she waved her hand gently, and the fog of the evening enveloped on the Xian Su Suspension Bridge was like an open curtain. The sea of ​​clouds under the mountain peaks was tumbling, and at this moment, it was completely stained by the evening, and she looked up If a fishy abyss.

Si Ming said straightforwardly: "Ning Xiaoling suppressed the Hades."

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia looked lightly, and the ominous premonitions and thoughts in their hearts fell into place at this moment.

Si Ming stood on the suspension bridge and said: "It's been almost a month since Ning Xiaoling fell into the underworld. If he really died, it would be a foregone conclusion. Urgency is useless."

Ning Changjiu hummed softly.

Si Ming said: "I have compiled all the files about the Hades. It is in the Jiuyou Hall. If you are interested, you can come with me."

Ning Changjiu said: "Just tell me the conclusion directly."

Si Ming said: "You are not afraid that I will deliberately harm you?"

Lu Jia married: "If my sister wants to harm us, why save so many times along the way? When I first saw you wake up, I knew it was my sister who was kind-hearted."

Si Mingmei’s eyes are quiet, she stretched out her finger, poked Lu Jiajia’s forehead lightly, and said: "When I need me, I have a big sister. When I don’t need it, it’s my mistress? Back then. When I saw you, you were a kind silly girl. I didn’t expect to learn so badly now."

"I... have always admired my sister." Lu Jiajia's eyes flashed and her words were sincere. She said: "My sister has saved Xiaoling's life. Would you like to be very fond of Xiaoling?"

Si Ming thought that if I hadn't been bullied by you before, I would really believe in your pitiful appearance.

But it's still very useful for Lu Jiayi to marry her sister...

She said coldly: "You come with this suzerain."

……

They didn't go to Jiuyou Hall, but went to the wooden hall of Yuling's line.

"This is the place where Xiaoling used to study." Si Ming led them to a wooden table, pointed at the word Ning engraved on the table, and said: "These are her books, this is Her notes, the handwriting at the back is very scribble, not like it was written by a person."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What did you bring me here for?"

Si Ming said: "Don't worry, I know you are eager to save people, but if you don't know your junior sister, how can you get her soul out of the underworld?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I know Xiaoling."

"Really?" Si Ming said with a smile: "How long have you known each other?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Six months."

Si Ming asked again: "How long was the separation?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Two years and eight months."

Siming stopped questioning, everything was silent.

Looking at the immature writing in the book, Lu Jiajia couldn't help but think of the shadow of Ning Xiaoling's white dress. During the two years she waited on the edge of the Southern Wilderness Abyss, Xiaoling often came to see her. She often tells herself some stories that happened in the Four Peaks, telling herself every day how many buildings have been built in the peaks, and which ones are being built recently...

Later, all the buildings were repaired, and Xiaoling's words became less and less, her face was still innocent, but her brows seemed to hide her thoughts.

She never asked, and she never took the initiative to talk about it.

Ms. Bai's authority has been in Xiaoling's body...Does Xiaoling know about this?

Lu Jiajia feels guilty in his heart.

Ning Changjiu sat down in Ning Xiaoling's seat and closed his eyes.

Si Ming said: "I have been sent to the peak of Yuling's line. Now it is very quiet and suitable for thinking. When have you figured it out and when will you come to Jiuyoudian to find me."

Ning Changjiu nodded.

Lu Jiajia also stroked the skirt along his legs, and sat down on a chair by the side.

Si Ming grabbed her wrist and said, "You come out too."

"Why?" Lu Jiajia asked softly.

Siming said: "Although you have the body of a magic weapon, you don't have real authority. Even if you cultivate to the five realms, you will die in the underworld. Don't take risks, let alone be stupid."

Lu Jiajia believes her words. She nodded gently, folded her hands on the wooden table, pursed her lips and lowered her head, and whispered: "Then I... sit down for a while."

Si Ming didn't force it, he turned around silently and pushed the door out.

Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia sat in a deserted wooden hall, with yellow light shining all over their sleeves. They were like classmates sitting next to each other, closing their eyes to each other, as if they were keeping secrets in their hearts. .

Ning Changjiu's mind sank a little bit.

His spirit slowly unfolded in the sea of ​​knowledge.

The whole wooden hall is clearly reflected in the spiritual world.

After experiencing the Luoshu incident, his understanding of spiritual power has also entered a new level. The spirit is like another pair of human eyes. The world it sees is extremely real, and it can even see itself in this world.

Ning Chang felt the remaining breath in the wooden hall for a long time.

Half a year ago, Ning Xiaoling first came to the sect. She was assigned to Mu Ling's line and sat in this window seat. She always stared at the desk with no distraction, and the beautiful scenery outside the window couldn't be more than the lecture of Mr. Ling.

Her hands are placed on the wooden table like this, and the notebook is under her left wrist. Her right hand is holding a pen.

The stack of books on her left is very high today, which seems to be hiding something.

She... opened the notebook, came to the first page, and started drawing...

This painting is so...Ning Changjiu's spirit opened the booklet, and his eyes fell on the first page.

Although she can't recognize it, she must have painted herself.

He flipped back.

Notes and diaries are interspersed, some of the handwriting is neat and delicate, and some of them are messy, as if they were deliberately unrecognizable. He can only reluctantly know some of those words.

He turned to the back, his energy stopped slightly.

Following are some self-questions and answers about the swordsmanship of the Tianzong sword and the spiritual arts of the ancient spirits.

These two spells are like puzzles.

Ning Chang felt their edge fit for a long time, and gradually became fascinated.

He seems to be a girl sitting here, looking at the notes, thinking hard.

Ning Chang thought for a while, only to have some clues at the beginning, and the messy and ugly words at the back were involved in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Behind the word, there is half a very iconic cat footprint.

Cat? Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, thinking that the ancient Lingzong was so big, it would not be surprising if there was a cat clan great demon hiding in seclusion.

If it is really a big demon of the cat clan, I want to be a kind and cute cat. After all, the cat monsters in this world are not all as cruel as the fish king.

The notes were slowly turned over, and Ning Xiaoling's watery thoughts also flowed through his sea of ​​knowledge.

The evening sun always shines impartially on his side face.

Ning Changjiu closed his notes, looking at the sea, slowly looking around.

In the spiritual world, the remaining fragments of the surrounding disciples are condensed into a complete image, and the sea of ​​knowledge simulates their usual appearance. They walked back and forth and talked, and the surrounding was no longer lonely.

There is a separate table at the end of the wooden hall. The table looks very abrupt, with cat hair scattered on it, and the smell of a demon still remains... well, a little familiar.

Does the cat also go to class with the disciple?

Ning Changjiu's gaze turned around, and he looked to his side.

Besides, a young girl in an apricot-colored precious silk skirt sits on her elbows, looking at Ning Xiaoling who is writing seriously, and speaking softly. Ning Xiaoling responded from time to time, with occasional smiles on her pretty face.

She should be Xiaoling's friend.

The clues in the wooden hall were pulled out a little bit. Ning Changjiu looked at the scene of the passing, and then the spirit gradually peeled away from the surface and went straight to the depths, looking at Ning Xiaoling sitting here from a new angle. .

They are always in the same heart.

After a long time, Ning Changjiu finally opened his eyes in the same twilight day and night.

When he opened his eyes, Lu Jiajia still sat next to him, looking at himself tenderly.

There were only two people in the wooden hall. They looked at each other quietly, and no one looked away.

"Alright?" Lu Jiajia asked.

"Okay." Ning Changjiu said.

Then they came to Ning Xiaoling's room again.

The structure of the room is very familiar, similar to the original Tianzong Yujian.

Ning Chang felt her daily life coming and going, and the remaining fragments slowly pieced together in her mind, and outlined the appearance of Ning Xiaoling who had been separated for two years.

"Let's go, it's time to take Xiaoling home." Ning Changjiu turned around and walked out the door.

……

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In Jiuyou Hall, Si Ming was sitting in front of the Hades. There was a dark case in front of her, and an ancient cow with an hourglass was lying on the side of the case.

Si Ming was pouring tea when Ning Changjiu and Lu Jia married came.

She knelt down on the bamboo mat, with her naked, slender jade legs resting behind her hips.

"Ready?" Si Ming drew water into the cup and spoke softly.

Ning Changjiu said: "Okay."

Si Ming poured the tea, put his sleeves in front of his knees, and slowly said: "The Hades is the ruins of Hades, and the bottom is also a spiritual world, but it is different from Luo Shulou. After Hades died, It becomes purgatory there, and the creatures who fall into purgatory will have to endure endless calamities and sufferings, and those with weaker will will be lost there forever."

Ning Changjiu listened quietly, he asked: "What should I do?"

Si Ming made a gesture and motioned for him to sit down across from him.

Ning Changjiu took a seat and took a sip of tea.

Simming said: "The process is not difficult. You need to assume the authority of the king, and then go to the depths of **** to awaken her from purgatory."

"The power of Mingjun?" Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, he took the Netherworld Immortal Scroll from his arms and gently unfolded it.

Si Ming said: "There is only one copy of this fairy scroll, and you are the only one who enters the hall of the underworld."

Ning Changjiu hummed.

Si Ming stroked the fox fur on her neck, and smiled softly: "Of course, you also have to be mentally prepared. Now that it has been a month, your junior sister may have been swallowed by the underworld and turned Being a sprite kid, or lost in purgatory, turned into a lonely soul, and never returned to your own body. In short, if you don’t do it, you must force it, otherwise if you can’t come back, you will misunderstand that I’m hurting you when you marry. Yours."

Ning Changjiu looked calm, he drank all the tea he had prepared, and said: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

Si Ming held down the mechanism on the wall, and the precision mechanical mechanism advanced layer by layer. The door of the Hades opened, and the light curtain rippled.

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but remember the time when he came to Duanjiecheng.

He wrapped the Netherworld Xian into his mouth, stretched out his hand, touched the light curtain, and then sank in.

Lu Jiajia watched Ning Changjiu's figure disappear, she was silent, and knelt down beside the case, her hands clasped.

Siming looked at her and smiled and said: "I turned over the secret history of the sect. It was a coincidence. More than four hundred years ago, the lord of the ancient Lingzong and the lord of the sword Tianzong were a pair of Taoists. Unexpectedly, more than four hundred years later..."

Lu Jiajia raised his head, his eyes lighted with resentment.

Si Ming poured tea for her, and smiled faintly: "Pray for your husband to come back safely, otherwise history will reappear."

Lu Jiao grafted a teacup and took a sip, worrying.

"Worried?" Si Ming asked.

Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "How can we not worry?"

Si Ming's words seem to prophesy: ​​"Don't worry, even if he will die, he will never die here now."

Lu Jiamarried remembered the twenty-eight years old he told himself.

His previous life ended at the age of twenty-eight. Outside the city of Duanjie, Ye Chu also said that he could only live to be twenty-eight. There is a devastating calamity that surpasses the light of his fate.

Although there are still many years before that day. But the ascetics' years always come in a flash.

She put down the tea cup and said, "Thank you sister."

Si Ming smiled and said: "Call me Lord Sovereign."

Lu Jiajia looked at Si Mingqing’s face, thinking that this is a person who has been alive for thousands of years, why is it still like this... Lu Jiajia thought about it, but didn’t realize that Si Ming was going through it. It took thousands of years to finally turn from an indifferent priest to a lifeless creature.

"I see, my lord." Lu Jiajia now has no husband to rely on, and is very docile.

Si Ming opened the lid of the teapot, took out a puff of water with spiritual power, and then used the water as a pen to gently draw on the table.

At first, Lu Jiajia thought that she was drawing a chess board, because she drew a square rectangle, and then dotted a little on the four corners.

Next, Si Ming also painted the rest of the places like a child.

"This is Zhongtu?" Lu Jiajia came to understand.

The four towers are the four fairy towers in Middle-earth.

"Yeah." Si Ming's jade pointed at the Luo Shu Lou in the southwest, and then drew a straight line to the right along Luo Shu Lou: "Along this line, there is Dianhuan Sect and Gu Ling Zong, there are Xuanhai Towers. Isn’t it strange that they are connected in a line?"

"Why is this?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Si Ming said: "This is what I discovered recently. I discovered that some large buildings or sects seem to follow a certain pattern in their locations, um...very square, specific reasons I don’t know. After all, there is a big difference between China and what I first saw."

"The difference? What is the difference?" Lu Jiajia wondered.

"Hmm." Si Ming said: "Not only Middle-earth, the world seems to have a change...I can't tell you."

Lu Jia married: "In the early days of the fall of the six gods, it has only been less than four thousand years. In such a short period of time, the rise and fall have gone through countless times, and there are always many secrets buried in the ground."

"Maybe." Si Ming agreed.

Lu Jiajia remembered something and asked: "By the way, what happened in Duanjiecheng back then?"

Si Ming smiled and said: "What? Your husband is not here, you want to reveal his secrets?"

Lu Jiajia lightly shook his head and said, "No, I want to know what those gods are about, what happened in Broken Realm City back then, and what happened to the headless gods?"

Si Ming said: "My sister has started to care about these too?"

Lu Jia married: "Always face it."

Si Ming thought for a while and said: "That's right."

Speaking, she wiped the water marks on the case with her hand, and said: "It's simple to say, it is 700 years ago, my Lord God was beheaded by someone. The process of the collapse of the kingdom of God. It took a long time. Five hundred years ago, Ye Chu and I wandered into the city of Duanjie, which was demoted to the kingdom of God, until this year."

"God Lord..." Even if Lu Jiajia heard about it, she still felt terrible.

Simming said: "Well, it's one of the twelve, but this incident has been an unknowable secret since it happened. Even my memory has been obscured...not to mention me, Even the other gods don’t know about this. Alas, who is the one who killed the Headless God and how she did it? This is the thing I want to know the most in my life."

The kingdom of God is already the apex of power. Apart from the illusory way of heaven, what other power can overwhelm the kingdom of God?

Si Ming couldn't think of the answer anyway.

Lu Jiajia asked again: "What is the saint who was five hundred years ago? At that time, didn't one of the gods also fall?"

"Well, it is not the same as the Headless God. The fall of the Lord of the Kingdom is an open secret among the top ranks of the Kingdom of God. It is a pity that my Kingdom of God has already been destroyed by then..." Si Ming sighed. : "But I still guessed it in the records of Luoshu."

Lu Jiajia looked at her curiously.

Siming smiled and said: "I know what you are curious about. After experiencing Luo Shulou, you should also know that the last year of that war was the year of Lei Prison. So, it fell five hundred years ago. The lord of the country can only be a thunder prison."

Lu Jiajia nodded gently.

Si Ming said: "But if I guess right, Leilao is still alive. The dead **** has someone else."

"Why?" Lu Jiajia was puzzled: "The battle between the saint and the Leilao is the first frontal battle between the gods and the lord, and the last. If a **** died earlier, who killed it? Or? Say that Leilao is a scapegoat? Or is it heaven..."

"Hush." ​​Si Ming made a silent gesture, and said: "Don't talk about the sky, heaven is not really illusory, it not only has eyes, but also a surrogate who walks in the world."

Lu Jia married the first, and did not continue.

Si Ming said: "About that country lord...When Ning Changjiu comes back, I will tell you all my conjectures."

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When Ning Changjiu fell into the darkness, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the Golden Crow had awakened and hissed aloud.

The golden crow symbolizes the light of the sun, and is a divine bird entrenched in the sun. And what the Hades refers to is an invisible gloom.

The Golden Crow is the natural enemy of the origin battle.

Ning Chang hasn't suppressed the Golden Crow for a long time. After he fell into the darkness, the Golden Crow flew out. Wherever it passed by, there were endless golden afterimages. These afterimages are golden fireflies in the dark, which bite and swallow the gloom and turn them into the light of the source.

The evil spirits who screamed in the ears before avoided the golden flames of the Golden Crow.

He is like a golden meteor piercing through the underworld.

He crossed the dark sea like the eternal night and came to the palace of the underworld.

In the palace suspended by gravel, phosphorous fire is a candle.

The continuous figure of the Golden Crow is a knife, and a huge wound was drawn in the darkness...The wound is slowly healing behind him.

Ning Changjiu looked at the underworld where the rubble was floating, and he felt a little bit in his heart. He hesitated for a while before walking into the temple.

The eternal knot, which has been cut off for many years, is like a young silkworm spitting out a thin silver thread, gently hooking between them.

He knew that Ning Xiaoling was just ahead.

His steps are a bit slow.

This is not the cowardice of being close to home, but the worry about the unknown of life and death.

He walked into the hall of darkness and looked forward.

The pace stopped completely.

In the gloomy hall, the girl wore a plain white dress and sat on the stone steps with a red sword lying horizontally on her knees. She sat upright as if listening in a hall.

Her face is still beautiful, but the childishness has mostly faded away, replaced by the elegance and beauty of a young girl.

She sat quietly without opening her eyes, knowing that an acquaintance came.

But Ning knew for a long time that she was sitting here, waiting for herself.

This waiting is thousands of days and months.

Ning Changjiu walked to her, leaned down, gently embraced her soft body, and then hugged her up like a little daughter.

Her soul has been away for too long, and her body has lost its temperature.

Ning Changjiu hugged her to the throne.

He dragged the beautiful corpse of the Dragon Mother from the throne and threw it to the bottom of the steps, then he carefully wiped the throne, holding the girl's petite body, and placed her in the huge seat.

He looked softly at the girl in the Nether Throne.

Ning Xiaoling sits in it, like a slumbering young monarch, who will wake up at any time.