Beyond the Divine States Chapter 322: : Heaven on earth


The shadow of the Changhong sword hangs high on the cloud, and the world can't see it by looking up.

Ning Changjiu, as he did when he came, sleeps in the air and sleeps with stars and moon, but the sword under his step keeps screaming, and he is very excited about the long-distance flight that has been missing for a long time.

Ning Changjiu took a bird’s-eye view from the sword. The wilderness, forests, and cities passed by. In the undulating mountains like a dragon, the appearance of the earthly customs was shifting and changing. Three days later, a bunch of familiar towns arrived. In sight.

This Zhenning has been in the future for a long time, just a quick glance between Luo Shulou and Gu Lingzong.

His spiritual power is gradually exhausted, and there is a strange throb in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he folds his sword and flies back to the small town.

The rainbow light in the sky became thinner, and he quietly landed on a broken bridge outside the town, without causing any dust to start.

Ning Changjiu looked at the small town shrouded in night. This small town is the same as I have seen in the past. The walls are high and thick, and there is no shortage of watchtowers and sentry towers. If you want to come here, the people should be strong, and the villagers are also good at fighting monsters with a hoe.

Ning Changjiu watched carefully for a while, but didn't notice anything unusual.

The noon sun fell behind him, and the water under the bridge was glowing with sparkling waves.

Ning Changjiu raised his foot and fell down, shrunk his feet and came to the door of the town. He took out a document with the emblem of the Ancient Spirit Sect and handed it to the guards of the town. The guards had never seen such a high-level one. Fire marks, but they are also only for resisting monsters and evil demons, and they rarely hinder the human race.

Ning Changjiu, dressed in a green shirt, walked into the town.

Lime walls can be seen everywhere in the town, and the ground is full of rubble, and a strong salty smell comes from the beast meat hanging in front of the town’s home. This place is very different from the original style of Liantian Town, Liantian Town is full of poetry, but here is prominently barbaric.

The youth in the green shirt walked through the town and attracted the attention of many people. On the roof, a little monkey who was helping the old farmer repair the house also cast a curious look.

Ning Changjiu didn't care, just moved forward with instinct.

Gradually, the people around him became thinner.

After the small town, Ning Changjiu saw a slowly flowing river. The river was full of floating moss and algae. The surface of the water was full of broken gold, and the swaying water grass outlined an incomplete shadow of the temple.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and saw the ancient Buddhist hall.

This temple is a two-story building. The wooden doors and stakes are made of regular rectangles. The wooden structure around it is indeed slender and exquisite. It has faded away and looks like an old eucalyptus tree trunk.

Ning Changjiu looked at it quietly for a while. There was no smell of a demon or an expert in it, and the chanting sound came out peacefully, without sorrow or joy.

Ning Changjiu crossed the bridge and walked into the Buddhist hall, just like an ordinary pilgrim.

Entering the Buddhist hall, he stopped. His eyes couldn't help but looked into the corner-it was an old man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes.

Ning Changjiu saw him at first glance and knew he was crazy.

The old man raised his head, but his eyes were so bright that he did not look like a madman.

The monk of the temple just came out of it, and Ning Changjiu asked about the old man.

The monk told him that this was an old man coming from the west. He was leaning on a rotten wooden staff. By the time he got here, his feet were worn out. No one wanted to take him in. Our temple left him with compassion.

Ning Changjiu asked: "From the west? How far to the west?"

The monk thought for a while and said: "Someone has come to him, it is said that it is his son, to pick him up."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Is he not leaving?"

"Yeah." The monk replied: "He said he didn't know this son, he wanted to stay here, and refused to go back, so his son gave a pension to the temple and left alone."

"Where is his son from?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The monk replied: "It seems to be near the Huanhuan Sect."

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly and said: "Thank you Master for answering questions."

The monk asked: "Do you know him?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't know, I came to burn incense for fate, and suddenly saw this old man, I was a little curious."

"For fate..." The monk nodded, looking at his empty hand, and said: "The incense is sold at the door. Don't use the incense from other places to burn. The Buddha does not recognize it, and it will not be bright if it is burned. Of."

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

He bought a few bundles of incense and burned them for Xianger, married and Xiaoling. He respected the gods and did not bow down. Seeing that he was generous, the monk came to sell the new incense, Ning Changjiu smiled and declined, walked out of the temple, and came to the old man.

He looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him too.

Ning Changjiu confirmed that he hadn't seen him, but for some reason, he always had a strange sense of familiarity.

"Am I right?" The old man looked at him and suddenly spoke firmly.

Ning Changjiu puzzled, but he thought about it, followed him to answer, and said: "You are right."

The old man’s madness seems to be aroused: "If I am right, then the world is fake! The world is wrong!"

Ning Changjiu frowned, puzzled by the mystery, and thought: "What if you are wrong?"

The light in the old man’s pupils dimmed suddenly, and he was startled for a long time, his voice hoarse: "If I am wrong, where is this? Why am I here?"

The old man looked up at the sky, facing the sun, his pupils were not afraid of light at all.

Ning Changjiu vaguely felt that there was something hidden in his words, and asked: "Where are you from?"

The old man was stupid for a long time, after identifying it for a long time, raised his hand, pointed to the north, and said: "Where I am from."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head, pointed in another direction, and said: "Your son said, you are from the west."

The old man's words were extremely firm, and he pointed to the north: "Where do I come from."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Then what are you doing here?"

The old man said: "I forgot something very important, I want to... find it back."

"Where did you lose something?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"In the darkness!" The old man was categorical, his face full of pride from the heart: "There are secrets in the darkness that only I know!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What the **** is it, I can help you find it together."

The old man laughed and laughed and burst into tears, and said: "I can't remember, I think I can get it back, but...there is no time."

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

Ning Changjiu suddenly felt a breath from the old man's body. It was a breath that was so mysterious that it was indescribable, like a dandelion flying into the sky of nine heavens, or a white cloud falling into the depths of the sea.

This mysterious and moving breath is far above the purple court...

The Five Peaks? !

Ning Changjiu's heart is shaken.

But... no matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary old man, without a trace of spiritual power, and he looks only 70 or 80 years old.

But what is going on in this realm?

The old man didn't seem to notice anything abnormal himself.

He looked at the sky and kept muttering to himself like crazy: "If I am wrong... If I am right, if I am right, if I am wrong... If I..."

Ning Changjiu stood beside him without speaking.

At a certain moment, the old man seemed to wake up from a dream, his eyes lit up suddenly: "I am right! I must be right!"

Kang Dang.

A bolt from the blue.

The sky was still bright before, and a torrential rain suddenly started. The monks came in from outside, complaining about the moody weather. They glanced at Ning Changjiu and asked: "Don’t stand outside to get soaked in the rain, the Buddha is shining outside. No, it’s easy to catch the wind and cold if you get caught in the rain, uh... the donor?"

Ning Changjiu, dressed in a green shirt, stood in place.

His shoulders were wet from the rain.

The monk leaned over and was about to speak, but suddenly he was stunned.

In front of the boy, the old man was lying on the ground, motionless.

"He is dead." Ning Changjiu said.

The monk returned to God from the astonishment and said: "Oh, death is a kind of relief for him. I haven't learned Zen for a long time, and I can't recite any magical principles. When I let the master come over, it will be complete. Recite a scripture and go over it for a while to please him a better afterlife."

Ning Changjiu looked at him, and after confirming that he was not mistaken several times, he calmly said: "He died three months ago."

The monk was startled. The spring rain whip on his back, and the chill suddenly aroused the goose bumps all over his body. He quickly chanted Amitabha Buddha with his palm upright, and said in a trembled voice: "Buddha, don't scare people."

Ning Changjiu stood in the rain without speaking.

The monk felt that something was wrong more and more, thinking that the madness would not be contagious...He immediately hung his waist and ran back to the temple.

Ning Changjiu looked at the old man.

He just failed to stop the death of the old man.

Because he was indeed dead long ago... But if he died long ago, who was living in his body during these three months? Who is the madman who just talked to himself?

Ning Changjiu reached out and touched his heart.

The spiritual meaning has disappeared without a trace.

The rain comes fast and goes fast.

When the monk went out of the temple again, the figure of the Tsing Yi donor had disappeared without a trace, leaving the old man lying on the ground cold and lonely.

The monk raised his head, and a rainbow hung over the temple.

……

Ning Chang has long since left with the sword. He searched the old man's body with the soul-searching secret technique, but did not find any useful information.

He is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who died three months ago.

He believed that his encounter with this old man was not accidental.

He even felt that where he had been, had seen or heard of him.

But he can't think of anything.

Ning Changjiu returned with the sword, and Gu Lingzong was not far away from him.

……

……

Ancient Lingzong.

The trees in the mountains have spit out their new cores, and the setting sun reflects the mountains, and everything is quiet in the meantime, like a fan of warm red screens.

Si Ming stood on the chain bridge leading to Jiuyou Temple, the cliff of ten thousand feet was silent under her, and the woman's dark outline skirt supported the warm sun. She lost her usual smile, her temperament was calm and introverted, as if she had pulled out of the world, faded away from the mortal world, and put the banner of the kingdom of God's death back on her body as her skirt.

Lu Jiajia walked out of the Jiuyou Hall, and Ning Xiaoling followed her bouncely.

Lu Jiajia walked across the suspension bridge across the dangerous peak and asked softly: "My sister is going away?"

Siming's first lightly click.

Lu Jia married: "You are the Sect Master of the Gu Ling Sect, how can the Sect Master leave without permission?"

Si Ming said: "I have a place to go by myself after all."

Lu Jiama asked: "Is the Kingdom of God?"

Si Ming said: "I'm not sure, but I always feel that there is an unknown mission waiting for me in a corner of this world."

These words are very vague, Lu Jiamara sounds like a cloud of mist, she slightly **** off: "Are you afraid of your husband's coming back?"

Si Ming smiled faintly, and said: "What? My younger sister is unbearable for flogging, and wants her to stay and share your worries."

Lu Jiajia is always helpless to many of her words.

Si Ming said: "It's the last day, walk with me."

Lu Jiajia followed gently.

Ning Xiaoling leaped to Si Ming's shoulder and wrapped her around her neck familiarly.

Si Ming rubbed Ning Xiaoling's head and said: "After my sister is gone, no one will bully you."

Ning Xiaoling grieved: "Why did my sister go? Is it because Xiaoling's tail is not easy to pinch?"

Si Ming touched her ear and said, "Don't really become a fox Meizi, Xiaoling."

Lu Jiajia gently walked beside her and said: "Really don't wait for a long time? Don't worry, I'll just say that my sister has treated me well in the past few months."

"Huh? Didn't I treat you badly?" Si Ming asked rhetorically.

Lu Jiajia yielded: "Of course it is... very good."

Si Ming said: "I hope that when I see you next time, my sister will already be the Five Dao Sword Immortals."

"Well, I won't slack off." Lu Jiajia said this, but she couldn't hide her loss in her heart.

The two walked across the suspension bridge, looking at the surrounding Ten Peaks, and crossing the vast sunset, together to watch the sunset.

At sunset, Xishan still needs to look up.

The whole world is getting smaller.

Lu Jia married Bai Chang like snow, with blue silk hanging down his waist and hips, and his black dress like night, silver hair flowing down the back of the scented shoulder jade, swaying to the ankles. On their cheeks, the light gradually dimmed, and the night enveloped their incomparable cheeks, only a pair of eyes were still shining like stars.

"In Luoshulou, I learned that you are not the person in the book, but the real existence. This is one of the happiest things for me in a hundred years." Si Ming said suddenly.

"Me too." Lu Jiajia blinked her eyes and asked sincerely, "What is the other happiest thing?"

Si Ming said: "When the Year of the Lord of Sins passed, I left the city for the first time and saw the sky full of stars like water, and on New Year's Eve, when we went to watch the fireworks together..."

Si Ming's indifferent ice eyes revealed unconcealable emotions, like emeralds condensed in a glacier. She stood still, facing the night in the mountains, Ji Er smiled slightly: "Of course, the fly in the ointment is that these things have Ning Chang on the side, otherwise it is really a good memory to miss." /

Lu Jiajia looked at her pale lips, thinking that if a husband supported her, she would dare to scold her hard.

Lu Jiajia asked: "After you leave, what about the lord of the ancient spirit sect?"

Si Ming said: "Isn't there a descendant of Mingjun under the Hades? No matter how bad, there is still Xiaoling. If you let Xiaoling pretend to be there, you can listen to politics behind the curtain."

Lu Jiama frowned and said: "How do you listen to me and the old witch."

Ning Xiaoling echoed: "Xiaoling sounds like an old monster!"

Si Ming smiled and said: "Then you two foxes, big and small, just wait for the villain Ning to come back and cast down demons."

Lu Jiajia thought to himself, but the devil is about to run away.

She looked at the darkening sky and knew that Ning Changjiu would not be able to return for a while.

There is no permanent banquet in the world, but when I suddenly noticed it, when I look back, I only feel that the time is short.

"Go back." Si Ming suddenly turned around and walked in the direction of Jiuyou Hall.

Lu Jiajia asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

Simming said: "Naturally, I solved the slave pattern for me, why? Is it possible that my sister will really let you break the shame?"

Lu Jiajia struggled and said: "Asymmetrical is not good."

Si Ming said coldly: "Would my sister give you two symmetrical tattoos?"

Lu Jiajia helplessly followed.

In the room, Lu Jiajia and Si Ming went through a ritual to untie the fire pattern on the inner left leg.

Si Ming concealed his skirt and wore his tender jade feet for the cool night.

Ning Xiaoling was lying on the window sill, wagging her tail, looking eagerly.

Si Ming walked out of the house and stepped on the pear blossom jade petals in the full court.

Lu Jia married also came out, she suddenly asked: "Sister Xueci...Do you like your husband?"

The words fell into Ning Xiaoling's ears, and she almost fell off the window sill in shock.

She sat dry, pretending she didn't hear anything.

Si Ming did not show any fluctuations in her expression. She walked forward slowly, her silver hair pendulum, like the wind sweeping across the courtyard.

"I am a priest, but I don't love the world." Si Ming said with a serious look.

She walked toward the door.

Ning Xiaoling jumped up, passed her tail, and said: "Sister, don't go."

Si Ming chuckled and lifted the nape of her neck, and put her on the ground.

Ning Xiaoling looked at her blankly.

Si Ming walked out the door.

……

Jiangaku.

Liu Xiwan sits in the suspended cave sky, wearing a light blue pleated skirt, her snow feet swaying in the emptiness of water, her eyes watching the setting sun sink.

Liu Junzhuo walked behind her and asked: "Wan'er, shall we go together?"

Liu Xiwan said: "No, I am alone in the pavilion, so I can meditate the sword quietly."

Liu Junzhuo sighed: "Whether you go or not, you must always remember that you are now a disciple of the sword pavilion, not anyone's sword. You are your own master, do you understand?"

Liu Xiwan nodded gently: "I understand the truth."

"Can't it be done? Or the love has not arisen?" Liu Jun asked with a smile.

Liu Xiwan resolutely said: "Although I was deceived by the senior sister to choose a girl, my Dao heart is always firm. I just consider him the enemy of my life."

Liu Junzhuo did not ask, "This is the best."

Liu Xiwan asked: "How does Sister Sister plan to win the sword back?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "If he is reasonable, I would like to point him to swordsmanship in exchange. If he doesn't want to, then I have to gamble again."

Liu Xiwan frowned and didn't believe herself: "Still betting? Gamblers are eager to bet, but it's easy to get yourself in."

Liu Junzhuo said: "Don't worry, the elder sister is reasonable this time."

Liu Xiwan nodded and said: "Well, Zhang Jiu is tricky, sister must be careful!"

Liu Junzhuo calmly nodded, staring at the water.

Liu Xiwan asked: "By the way, Senior Sister, our enemy...what the **** is it? In this world, who is worthy to be the enemy of Jiange?"

Liu Junzhuo said: "I haven't seen it either, and even if they exist, I'm not sure."

"Doesn't necessarily exist?" Liu Xiwan became even more confused.

Liu Junzhuo said: "Well, there are 14 people in our sword pavilion. If that war really breaks out, then every two people in the sword pavilion will be responsible for containing one of them... This is also a total of 14 people selected by the sword pavilion disciples. Reason."

"What?" Liu Xiwan showed a shocked look: "Master sister is the second in the world, and my sister is the seventh in the world. Which sect's big disciple needs your cooperation to contain it?"

Liu Junzhuo sighed with a light smile: "We...may not be enough, but it doesn't matter."

She paused, and revealed some secret secrets: "When the oracle comes, we will all be given true divinity. You and all the disciples in the sword pavilion, you only need to cultivate to the peak of the purple garden as soon as possible, and then slowly Just wait for that day to come."

Liu Xiwan lowered her head slightly. She didn't know what the enemy was in the mouth of the senior sister, and she didn't know which one she would contain in the future.

……

……

Silver Snow Palace.

On the throne poured in sterling silver, a girl sits in it, like snow-colored amber.

She was pure white all over her body, with the majesty and unattainable beauty that all souls must look up to.

She seems to have been asleep for countless years, her face is quiet, without any emotions.

But today, the supreme presence of the Silver Snow Palace slowly opened his eyes.

Her eyes are also pure white, like a thin layer of jade, followed by unmelted silver.

She got up from the throne, her snow-white slender body leaped down.

The long silver dress covering her body disintegrated in an instant, and the fabric was flying and piecing together, and instantly turned into a cut-and-patch **** robe, setting her extremely majestic.

Bai Zang walked out of the Snow Palace Temple, and the priests and heavenly monarchs standing under the Milky Way waited for a long time and bowed to salute.

"Under the Milky Way, everything is invisible." The priest whispered: "Everything is as the **** said, the final position has been determined, and the sin prince was there and returned without success."

Bai Zang said: "If it were not for the sinner, I don't know when to hide this matter."

They are talking about Duanjiecheng. The existence of Duanjiecheng is an insult and contempt for the omniscience and omnipotence of the gods.

"The strongest and final power that the world can obtain is hidden in the city of Duanjie. When does the Lord God plan to leave?" Tianjun asked respectfully.

Bai Zang said: "Kunlun came out, and the moon was now present. At that time, I will project the world and personally uncover the secret of the sky."

……

……

Lu Jiajia looked at the courtyard outside.

The pear blossoms piled up snow in the courtyard, and Si Ming has disappeared.

Ning Xiaoling also watched quietly.

Suddenly, her ears twitched and stood up.

Then, her paws immediately covered her belly, and her body fell off the balcony, rolling on the floor with pain and screaming.

Lu Jiajia was shocked, and immediately ran to Ning Xiaoling's side, infused with aura, and said anxiously: "Xiaoling, what's the matter with you?"

"Quan...hand...ah." Ning Xiaoling trembled all over, her expression extremely painful, as if there was an air current rushing through her body, tearing her body apart: "The power of authority...I can't control it... …Ah!"

Listening to the girl’s screams, Lu Jiajia was anxious. She used her spiritual energy to protect Ning Xiaoling’s body, but she saw Ning Xiaoling rolling on the floor in pain, her body protection spiritual power seemed to be fundamental. To no avail.

"Ah...Master..." Ning Xiaoling's nine-tailed tail trembled, rolling in the courtyard non-stop.

In the screams, a familiar figure reappeared in the courtyard where there was no one.

"What's the matter?" Si Ming walked from the night with anxiety written on the corner of his eyebrows.

She didn't go far. She stopped and looked at the canopy corner in the distance for a while, and then saw Ning Xiaoling suddenly rolling on the floor in pain. She didn't think much about it and came back immediately.

Ning Xiaoling clutched her belly and said: "Sister Si Ming...it hurts...oooo."

Siming's hand was on her body. She used the sea of ​​consciousness to detect and didn't notice anything unusual.

Si Ming was suspicious.

"Xiaoling, what's the matter with you?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Xiaoling said with a severed voice: "Sister, I promised you... I promised, when the brother comes back... I, I will remind you, look, I didn't break my promise."

The painful look on Ning Xiaoling's face was replaced by cunning.

She blinked at Si Ming.

Si Ming's expression was shocked, raised his hand, and angrily said: "Oh, you are a dead vixen, dare to lie to my sister, and see if I will not crush your tail today!"

Lu Jiajia was slightly stunned, but he still didn't react.

Outside the door, a familiar voice rang:

"Who wants to bully my junior sister?"


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