Beyond the Divine States Chapter 321: : Snow has passed the spring, past and present lives

The corpse of Zhenjun Baihe was lying on the ground, blood pouring from the broken neck, emitting a strong, fresh smell, and dyeing the boy's eyes crimson.

Ning Changjiu lowered his head like a shriveled ball, his knees weakly pressed against his broken neck, his torn clothes were stained with blood, trembling in the cold wind that drove through the canyon. The leaning sword pierced the rock easily and sank into the small half of the tip of the sword.

Ning Chang maintained this posture for a long time, like a **** murderous statue.

The golden light in his pupils has been extinguished, but his injury has not improved. The turbulent flow of spiritual energy that was originally suppressed has burst out, tearing his muscles, breaking away from the skin, and constantly pouring out, instantly pouring him into a **** man. .

The two walls of the mountain peak are covered with sword marks, and they are so clean that there is no trace of snow. The cold wind is constantly pouring in, as if to blow his blood cold.

In Three Thousand Worlds, Zhao Xianger sat in front of the water mirror, her white skirt was spotless. The picture in the water mirror looked like a giant knife that smashed into her eyes. She looked at it steadily. She was not sad or happy, she had no glamour, but the blood dripping from the young man’s sword trough in the gorge, seemed to go through a winding path. The veins of the earth flowed into her eyes.

Shi Yu stood beside her, looking at her nervously.

"Sister, otherwise I will go and see for you?" Shi Yu said.

Zhao Xianger said softly: "No need."

Shi Yu looked at the person in the water mirror, and felt that Master Luma was really at stake.

"Sister, don't worry, I'll change my face, and promise not to let the princes see my family's appearance." Shi Yu said seriously.

"..." Zhao Xianger raised her jaw slightly, her eyes fell on the blond girl, and said with a smile: "In your eyes, is he also such a person?"

Shi Yu thought, isn't it obvious... She obviously has a family, and she's still in trouble outside. If I were him, I would definitely hold sister Xiang'er at home every day and not go anywhere.

"I..." Shi Yu didn't know what to say, so she whispered: "Sister, don't be impulsive."

Zhao Xianger said softly: "No."

Shi Yu nodded and said: "Well, people like him should teach some lessons, otherwise, when the elder sister will go back and see the wives and concubines in groups, how decent is he?"

Zhao Xianger did not speak, but shook her head slightly: "Every time he has a confidante, the bond between me and him will fade away. Isn't this what the mother wants to see?"

"What?" Hearing this statement, Shi Yu was slightly surprised: "If my mother has this intention, what is the use of the previous marriage letter?"

Zhao Xianger quietly looked at the picture in the water mirror, looked at the dying boy, and whispered: "I don't know."

Speaking, the girl closed her eyes and waved her sleeves, breaking up the picture in the water mirror.

"Shi Yu," she yelled.

"Sister." Shi Yu returned to his senses and immediately responded.

Zhao Xianger lightly covered her right eye, and when her hand fell, a teardrop hovered between her fingers. She handed it to Shiyu and said, "Let's spread a rain."

Shi Yu's expression changed slightly, and said: "How can this... My sister has damaged Taoism for this reason. It is not worth it. In ten days or so, it will be the tempering of the world of dharma. The opportunity of the Five Paths must not be missed. It’s good to keep your energy and spirit in full bloom."

Zhao Xianger didn't reply, just said: "You are your sister and I am your sister?"

Shi Yu bit her lip and was silent, and a moment later reluctantly took the teardrop.

"Got it."

……

Hidden, unobservable.

In the temple where thousands of gods and Buddhas sit high in golden lanterns, in the curtains of flowing golden shadows, the watchers sit quietly as usual, and the exquisite figure undulates among the layers of curtains.

There is also a misty mirror in front of her.

There is also the snow gorge in the mirror. The seven disciples of the Taoist temple kneeled on the ground with scars. The man and the sword were all red.

She also just watched quietly, but the eyes that seemed to be able to see through the world's dust did not add the slightest color.

Outside the temple, the second senior, wearing a thick ancient sword, crossed the thousand steles and walked from the shrine.

The big sister in a blue skirt stood at the door, holding the sword in her backhand and pushing it out, blocking in front of the hall door.

The second senior brother looked at the senior sister and said seriously: "The junior brother is about to die."

Master sister said: "Master has not spoken yet."

Second brother frowned and said: "Senior brother is injured seriously, but as long as we go, saving him is just a matter of hand, what on earth is Master afraid of?"

The master sister said: "Unobservable is not a real hidden world. The more traces left in the world, these clues will indicate where we are sooner or later."

The second brother was silent for a long time. He suppressed his usual smile, pressed the knife, and asked seriously: "Master's state is worse than we thought?"

Sister Master, tap it first.

The second brother asked again: "Compared to 700 years ago?"

The big sister said: "It's much worse."

The second brother showed an unbelievable color: "How can this be?"

Master sister sighed faintly.

She didn't believe it in the past, until that day the master told her that time had been backtracked once.

Although the stormy waves in my heart have calmed down, there are still aftermaths when I think of it.

She was not even sure where she was at the moment.

"Master himself is also trying to solve the current problems. I believe Master can break through the difficulties." The master sister said: "It's just now...Many of us once regarded as ant-like existences in Master. I’m afraid I’ll have to weigh it again before the state is restored."

"You mean..." The second brother's eyes narrowed, and his thumb pressed tightly on the rough handle.

Master sister nodded.

The second brother glanced at the temple and sighed softly: "I blame my clumsy eyes. When I was in Zhao Country, I didn't recognize the little brother, otherwise I would bring him back at that time, and save so many women smoking now. His spirit kills his fighting spirit."

The elder sister is too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense, just saying: "Little elder brother has his own destiny."

"Good luck?" The second senior brother smiled helplessly: "Isn't the junior brother's good luck just a woman, who is it this time?"

He was a joke, he never thought that the master sister really said: "The one in the three thousand world."

The second brother frowned again: "Suzaku God is really not afraid to offend Baizang? Three thousand worlds are vast, but after all, there is no real **** sitting in town. In the Baizang year, it is just a boat floating on the sea. If Baizang wants to tear It’s not difficult to ruin the three thousand worlds, just need some energy."

"Bai Zang wouldn't do this." The master sister said.

"Why?" Second Senior Brother asked.

The master sister said: "Because Bai Zang doesn't care about what Suzaku is going to do, she has the heart of the **** of heaven and she is completely confident, and she may only have one goal at the moment."

The second brother asked: "We?"

"Yeah." The master sister said.

The two fell silent.

There is also no sound in the temple.

The viewer can hear the discussion outside the hall, but she doesn't care.

She quietly looked at the shadow in the mist.

Ning Changjiu is still kneeling in the snow gorge, getting cold in the torrential wind.

A cloud suddenly floated over his head.

……

Ning Changjiu is not sure if he will die.

The power of authority protected the heart, but the Shura Shenlu had previously used the Shura Shenlu to forcibly block the powerful blow of True Monarch White Crane. The meridians and acupuncture points in his body were also disturbed countless, and they were getting worse and worse. There is no sign of improvement.

This injury is much heavier than I expected.

This is the sea of ​​swordsmanship between Zi Ting and Wu Dao.

Ning Chang could hear his own heartbeat, and he could also feel the sudden tremor of his temples, and the sour wind kept passing over his ears, painfully warning him of death with a tearing feeling.

In Ning Chang's vague consciousness, many memories that exist in fantasy outline its features.

In memory, he mounted a horse, galloped on the prairie, bending his bow and shooting arrows, behind him was the sound of horses hoof stepping over the grass, and he seemed to have a face with a fuzzy face on his side.

The sound of horseshoes is gone, Long Yin comes from an old age, like the embarrassment in the verse, the sun is like a hanging drum, banging and banging, and then his body seems to have become a drum, The people rang, and the world hummed together.

Something in the body seems to boil, and I have to break the lid and rush out.

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and kept his eyelids trembling. He didn't know where these memories came from, but when his consciousness was weak, they rushed out, as if coveting the offspring of his dying father's property.

Ning Changjiu tried his best to open his eyes.

He thought he opened his eyes.

Raising his head, there was the sound of a war horse roaring by Zaiyun in the sky.

Boom boom boom!

For an instant, Ning Changjiu thought he was blind. After he was calm, he could see clearly that there were nine suns hanging high above him.

The sun cast a blazing light.

Jinhui is flowing all over the earth.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and everything is fire.

He didn't feel the heat, but faintly, he felt that in these seemingly dazzling sunlight, hidden, dark, ash-like, invisible black.

He wants to drive away the darkness wrapped in the light.

So he stared at the sun and stretched his hand to his waist subconsciously.

He didn't find anything.

The sun began to fall, accompanied by the noise of the golden crow.

He couldn't tell whether it was illusion or reality, but he knew he was going to die. Suddenly, something covered his eyes. It was a light, misty thing, like a woman's sleeve. He couldn't see clearly and didn't know who the woman was, but he felt that this should be a beautiful picture.

In the snow gorge, there was a patter of rain.

It was a cloud that flew from outside the sky, across the mountains and the sea, and came to the top of his head, and poured the fairy rain like agar and jade dew.

The cloud is only as big as his clothes. So this rain is also for him alone.

Dusk comes, and then night.

It rained all night.

At dawn, rays of light surged from the horizon, swallowing the snow gorge like a tide.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes.

Not dead... He pulled himself back from the long dream.

The corpse of True Monarch Baihe has decomposed.

He held the sword, pulled it out of the cracks in the ground, ignited the sword fire, and burned the body of True Monarch White Crane.

He is not sure how he survived.

He touched his bare shoulder, his injuries were still there, scarred. But the shoulders and backs were also very clean, and the dirty blood was washed away by the rain, as if someone had cried next to him.

Ning Changjiu stood there, silent for a long time.

He spent some time identifying the direction, and then walked towards the end of Xuexia.

He walked for a long time, from early morning to sunset. Finally, he left the wilderness, and there was a faint sound of horseshoes in his ears.

On the mountain road, a bright carriage approached.

"Are you still carrying passengers?" Ning Changjiu asked, his voice a little hoarse.

The groom looked at him shirtless, full of scars of horror, his teeth trembled in fright, and he didn't dare to speak.

Ning Changjiu took out an ingot of silver from nowhere, handed it to him, and then calmly walked into the carriage.

The groom touched the ingot and bit it. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Where are the guests going?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Whatever, I just want to sit down."

The groom respectfully said: "My trip is to pick up people... Relatives, who are a small troupe, will be sent to the capital without delay."

Ning Changjiu hummed and said: "Please."

The groom hesitated and stopped.

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, I am a good person."

The groom thought that you were not a good person, but he didn't dare to question anything, so he drove forward with this strange guest.

Ning Changjiu leaned in the bumpy carriage, closing his eyes to rest.

The groom drove the car anxiously. After a while, the voice of the man in the car sounded dry again: "Are there any clothes?"

……

Ning Changjiu put on a light blue dress, which didn't fit well, at least covering his injuries.

The back of his head rested on the wooden wall of the carriage, thinking quietly, as if sleeping in a fake sleep.

After a long time, he murmured and opened his eyes: "Master, who are you?"

When he opened his eyes, he realized that there were three more people sitting in the carriage. All three were ordinary people, an old man and two children, so ordinary that his consciousness did not remind him of anyone coming.

The old man was pulling a box. The young and young girls were about eleven or twelve years old. They hid in the old man's left and right hands, looking at Ning Changjiu with fear.

Ning Changjiu took the initiative to speak, act like ordinary people, and said: "Are you going to sing?"

The old man listened to him mildly, less wary, and nodded: "The theater troupe in the city is short of manpower. I have known them as old friends, so I took two apprentices to help them and exercise them by the way."

Ning Changjiu nodded and smiled: "The two disciples of the old man are good embryos."

The old man felt better after hearing this. He had a better impression of this man who was prominent in the carriage.

"Are you a scholar?" the old man asked.

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said: "I haven't read any serious sage books."

The old man frowned as he looked at the wound in his neck.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I met a tiger in the mountains, had a fight, and almost died."

"Tiger?" The little boy's eyes lit up: "What a tiger, brother, are you a knight?"

Ning Changjiu said: "If you can kill a tiger, you can't be called a knight. A hunter can also kill a tiger."

The little boy said seriously: "The hunter is also a knight."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said nothing.

The little girl's cough sounded abruptly. She hadn't spoken before. She seemed to be afraid of disturbing the boy. She had been holding back the itching in her throat. At this moment, she coughed out, bent over, her face wrinkled in pain. .

The old man looked at her and sighed.

The little boy quickly comforted: "Don't worry, grandpa will take his sister to find a good doctor in the city. The cough is not a serious illness, it will definitely be cured."

The little girl gave a strong hum, then coughed again.

Ning Changjiu glanced at the little girl and asked, "What are you going to perform in the capital?"

The old man replied: "It's not easy to do the first play these days. You can do whatever you like to watch. Recently, a new class play has been added to play the story of the most popular young knight."

"Young knight?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The old man smiled and said, "Yes, it's the one named Zhang Jiu. Now the stories and origins of him are circulating in the market. Many groups have set up a stage to sing, and our book is slow, so we have to hurry up. Rehearsal, otherwise it won’t be easy to make money after this wave of craze passes."

"Zhang Jiu..." Ning Changjiu pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "I haven't heard of it very much, I don't know what happened."

"Hey, those disciples of the famous immortal family, how do old men like us know? It's nothing more than writing about the emperor’s golden pole, the imperial concubine’s white steamed buns, and relying on this to make our parents happy and earn some living money. "The old man said.

Ning Changjiu said: "Can I look at the notebook?"

The old man did not refuse, and handed over the notebook. Ning Changjiu took over and flipped through it. The story written on it was very old-fashioned, and it looked like a template, but the protagonist’s name was painted and replaced with a new one. of.

In this story, Zhang Jiu was born in a poor family, his parents died, and he had a childhood sweetheart. Later, he discovered that the childhood sweetheart was actually a dragon girl. The dragon girl was a mortal experience, and was eventually taken away by the evil dragon and returned to his castle. Zhang Jiu was heartbroken. In order to save her, he drew a peerless divine sword from the Buddha statue in the temple and went over the mountains to find his green plum.

He is very dedicated in the story.

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and smiled quietly for a while.

"What's the matter?" The old man asked, looking at his smile.

"It's well written," Ning Changjiu said: "It's just that this is too infatuated for a long time. On the way to find people, I think I should meet some confidantes. That will make the story interesting."

The old man frowned, and said: "The gods and relatives, who have stayed with each other and stayed together, look after each other. What would it be like to have three wives and four concubines. They are not the nasty rich merchants and nobles in the mortal world." /

Ning Changjiu was taken aback for a moment, and laughed dumbfounded: "The old gentleman taught me the right way."

While speaking, the little girl coughed again.

The old man comforted the little girl for a while, and then put away the script, the carriage gradually drove into the city, the sound of gongs and drums came from afar, and the old man drama followed, and he hummed a few words casually.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What did Mr. sing?"

The old man said: "Some of the myths that have been rumored are nothing good."

Ning Changjiu smiled, and suddenly said: "I'm here."

Speaking, he rolled out, before leaving, he reached out and patted the little girl's head lightly.

When the little girl regained consciousness in a ignorant way, the figure of this elder brother had gone away.

In the empty wilderness, the white rainbow hung high, Ning Changjiu stepped on the sword of the sword pavilion, and walked through the air at a speed much faster than before.

He looked at the sky.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the clouds in his own sky being pushed aside, revealing the glazed brilliance afterwards.

Ning Changjiu knew that it was the Five Ways.

He has truly reached the peak of the Purple Court, touching the threshold of that mysterious realm.

This is the place where he came when he was sixteen in his previous life.

But Ning has long believed that he can go further now.

It's just that Zhenjun Baihe failed to help him break through.

He still lacks an opportunity.

……

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In the blink of an eye, it's another half a month.

Ancient Lingzong.

Ning Xiaoling sat on the throne, wagging nine big fluffy tails, her skin looking beautiful and majestic.

The paw of her left hand is holding the small bamboo tube, and the paw of her right hand is holding the book left by the brother, comparing them one by one.

Si Ming walked slowly from outside the hall, Ning Xiaoling suddenly curtailed his tail, and sat down tightly.

The weather is getting warmer, and the spring outside the window is full of spring, and Si Ming's dress is also very spring. She is dressed in a thin robe, which is closely outlined, with high slits, showing slender and tight jade legs, and a full skirt. There are only two buckles on the side of the right waist, and nothing else is inside, and there is a feeling of stretching at any time.

This is Si Ming's nightgown on weekdays. She often wears this in the halls of Lu Jiajia and Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling's heart is beating in her ears, and she doesn't dare to look at her too much.

Si Ming asked: "How is the comparison?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "It's almost there! According to the list compiled by the senior brother, I was right again, um...there are four farthest sects that have not yet been delivered. I want to come within a month. Can be reached."

Si Ming walked to her, sat down gently, folded his legs barefoot, took the list and scanned it again, smiling: "These sects are unexpectedly obedient. This is good, and it can save a lot of money. Matter."

Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously: "Sister Si Ming's title is so loud, plus the prestige of the brother, they are not daring to disobey... the sister and the brother complement each other and are indispensable!"

Si Ming smiled and rubbed her ears, and said: "In these two months, Xiaoling has learned very well."

Ning Xiaoling blinked Shui Lingling's eyes and said: "I really like my sister."

Si Ming helped her stroke her soft hair and said: "In the future, I will change back to Xiaoling, so I won't be the little fox that my sister can touch every day."

Ning Xiaoling was delighted in her heart and looked forward to that day. She said sincerely: "Although winter has passed, I will always be the warm little scarf between my sister's neck."

Si Ming's eyes were curved like crescent moons. She looked at Ning Xiaoling and said: "Xiaoling is more sensible than your master."

"Master..." Ning Xiaoling was so wronged that she didn't want to speak.

Master has been so pitiful these two weeks.

Senior brother can't come back again...

In her mind, Ning Xiaoling's neck was grabbed by Si Ming, she put the girl fox on her shoulder, Ning Xiaoling skillfully wrapped her jade neck, and her fluffy face was all over the world. She rubbed against her fairy face. Then he stretched out his paw and put it on the fragrant shoulder of Si Ming's sister Yunen, and kneaded it with appropriate strength.

Si Ming likes this feeling very much.

They strolled into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Lu Jiajia is practicing swordsmanship in the splendid pear blossom room. She is still dressed like snow, with a beautiful face.

The spiritual energy is not moving, the sword light is shining, and the pear blossoms are full of the pink wall, the clear shadow of Lu Jiajia is changing, graceful and graceful, as if to take the wind at any time, full of immortality.

Siming watched, his expression was a bit silly.

Lu Jiajia stopped dancing the sword, stopped to look at Si Ming, a little awkwardly said: "Sister Xueci is early."

Siming's first lightly said: "The swordsmanship of marrying a younger sister is getting more and more beautiful. I want to come and be among the five ways is just around the corner."

Lu Jia married and said: "My sister is absurdly praised, there is still a lot of lack of excitement."

Si Ming smiled and said: "Sister does not have to be self-effacing."

Lu Jiajia looked at the little fox on her shoulder, biting her lip, looking forward, and whispered: "I have gotten up in a hurry recently. The room has not been cleaned up. The sword has been practiced. I will clean up the house first. ."

Siming said: "What do you do to clean up the house? I think your wicked husband is coming back, so I'm waiting for you?"

Lu Jiajia's cheeks are slightly red, and he glares at Si Ming, and said: "What nonsense is my sister talking about?"

Speaking, she turned away in a fit of anger.

"Not allowed to go."

Si Ming grabbed her.

She didn't grab her hand, but grabbed something through the lower skirt—that was the tail hidden under the snow-white dress.

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