Beyond the Divine States Chapter 336: : Spring breeze in the dream, thunderstorm in the peak

On the steps under the Taoist Temple, the fog has cleared, and sixteen-year-old young girls are standing on the mountain road. Behind them, the world is wide open and the waves of wheat are undulating.

Ning Changjiu wore a blue robes, which was more delicate, while Zhao Xianger’s robes were snow-white, which was more childish.

After the meeting, the two looked at each other.

The breeze is gentle, holding their clothes and hair softly, Ning Changjiu looked at Zhao Xianger, at a certain moment, he suddenly felt that this was Xianger, they were dreaming at the same time! But soon, Ning Changjiu rejected this idea again—Xiang'er didn't even know that she still had a lifetime, and she would never have been unsightly, she shouldn't be so peaceful at this moment.

This should be an illusion of consciousness construction.

The rain and the setting sun in the Zhao Kingdom’s imperial city have long gone. Looking back after all the difficulties, the girl in the dream is still as if she had seen it for the first time. It’s a dream that I don’t want to wake up...

Zhao Xianger also looked at him quietly, the snow lotus-like robe covering his body, softly like a cloud. There is no extra feeling in the dream, the sun and the spring breeze are all gentle.

Here...is the Taoist temple of Ning Changjiu's master?

Of course, Zhao Xianger knows that this Taoist temple is not real. When she was young, she received a marriage letter, and her mother told her that her future husband is a little Taoist. She had imagined what the Taoist temple would look like, and imagined every door, every hall, Every brick, although the marriage letter was sealed in the bottom of the box, the original thoughts may never fade away.

Is this the Taoist temple I imagined when I was young?

As for why Ning Changjiu did not appear in Taoist temple, but appeared in the imperial city, she couldn't understand it, it was just an impermanent fate that surpassed her mother's calculation.

Zhao Xianger looked at him, blinked, thinking that when he saw his skin three years ago, he was almost deceived, thinking that he was really a handsome gentleman...Well, would he be? Did you learn badly later?

Zhao Xiang'er's black and white clear eyes are slightly narrowed, and her long, curly eyelashes are flapping in the sun, exquisitely like a porcelain doll.

She seems to be doing something.

Ning Changjiu's heart was startled, he had done something wrong after all, so even in a dream, Zhao Xianger's cat-like eyes still made him a little flustered.

However, the Xianger in the dream is still so young, so I should treat her as a younger sister, and polish her character so as not to suffer in the future...No, where is the dream in the future?

The two men looked at each other quietly with their own thoughts, but they heard the sound of immortals in the Taoist temple.

"Come to see me in the inner hall."

This is the voice of Ye Chan Palace.

Zhao Xianger heard such a sound for the first time, only to feel that she was on the coast, and the pure wind was coming on her face.

Ning Changjiu was also slightly lost.

The dream is not always sober, the two turned around naturally and walked up the steps side by side.

In the depths of the Taoist Temple, among the gods and Buddhas, they stood together in front of the curtain.

The curtain is slightly open, and the words of the Lord are floating from it:

"From today, you two are both Taoists and the only disciples under my knees. After today, I will retreat. You will get along well in the view and don't bother me."

The voice of the subject is very soft and beautiful, which makes people think of what a beautiful woman the talking woman is.

The only disciple...Senior brother and sister are gone? Have you been longing for a two-person world with Xianger subconsciously? Ning Changjiu, who had always been confident, suddenly had doubts about his character.

The only disciple...Did this female master and Ning Changjiu teach one-on-one before? Zhao Xianger's heart was stunned, and she wanted to lift the curtain to see her appearance, but after another thought, she had never seen Ning Changjiu's so-called master, and the dream should not be able to realize it, so there was a layer of yarn. .

Thinking about this, Zhao Xianger glanced at Ning Changjiu quietly, and she found that the other's expression did not seem to fluctuate...Well, I should have thought too much.

As the two of them thought, the curtain was lifted, and the two volumes of scripture fell in front of them.

They reached out and held it.

Although they haven't opened it, they have already felt the infinite mystery across the pages of the book.

"The disciple thanked Master." Ning Changjiu said naturally.

Zhao Xiang'er arrived at the first time and was a little uncomfortable. She opened the book and inspected the goods, and then whispered disrespectfully: "The disciple thanked Master."

Weird...This scripture, obviously I haven't read it, but how can the mystery on it be so true.

Guanzhu Xianyin rises again: "Now that the matter is settled, you should retreat and practice well. Don't slack off. After three years, the gate will open, and I will test your unique skills."

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Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger walked out of the hall together with the book in their arms.

"Ning Changjiu." The Lord's words revived.

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled and asked, "What's the matter with Master?"

"Close the door," said the master.

"..." Ning Changjiu thought to himself, this is really his position in the view that cannot be beaten.

"Yes, Master."

He closed the temple door.

The two looked at each other.

"That...Ning Changjiu!" Zhao Xianger opened her mouth slightly and said seriously: "Listen well, you will be my junior in the future."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was startled, but he agreed. He said, "I am a master disciple, how can you be my senior sister?"

You are so stubborn in your dreams? Zhao Xianger frowned and said, "Have you never heard a saying?"

"What?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"The latecomers are on top!" Zhao Xianger said confidently.

Ning Changjiu was shocked. He didn't expect Xiang'er in his dream to be so eloquent. He didn't know how to refute for a while.

Zhao Xianger chased after victory: "From now on, I will be your senior sister, and I will teach you the Dao on behalf of Master."

Ning Changjiu thought about Taoist temple here, but he is a local snake, where can he lose?

"Junior sister, what are you kidding?" Ning Changjiu said: "Although you are my unmarried wife, I won't let you be unruly and willful!"

Zhao Xiang'er frowned slightly, and her porcelain-white face suddenly became angry: "Who do you say is savage and willful!"

Ning Changjiu looked at her fierce, tiger-like appearance, backed down a bit, and sneered: "Okay, you are gentle and kind, with good looks."

Zhao Xianger felt that he was scolding herself, so she scolded him back: "Then you are of good character and honesty!"

The two of them seemed to be scolded to the point of pain, their hearts were blocked, and their emotions were quietly resolved, and they did not speak for a while.

But who is the elder sister and who is the elder brother must always be separated!

Ning Chang remembered the story of the four elder sisters and the five elder brothers, and immediately turned around and bowed, saying: "Master is on the top, the disciples are worshipped."

Zhao Xianger squatted down with her legs bent, holding a book in one hand and cheek in the other, blinking at him, and said: "Kneel so fast, but the master seems to ignore you."

Ning Changjiu said: "Master recognized me long ago!"

"Recognize you?" Zhao Xianger shook his head and smiled, and said: "Yes, after leaving the temple earlier, the master also asked you to help close the door. It means that you are a closed disciple?"

Ning Changjiu was startled, unable to find a reason to refute, so he had to calm down and said: "I'm just the disciple in charge of closing the door!"

Zhao Xiang'er smiled faintly, her eyes curled up with sly colors, "Let’s stop quibbling, anyway, I will be your master sister from now on!"

Ning Changjiu said: "You dream!"

Zhao Xiang'er was startled, thinking that she was indeed dreaming, and only in the dream would she fade away the cold and gorgeous disguise, revealing a girlish personality...

She was annoyed and said: "You are dreaming!"

Ning Changjiu was startled, thinking how he couldn't cure Xianger in his dream...this is still his dream! It's useless...

The two were poked into the pain again at the same time. Ning Changjiu bit her lip, lowered her head in thought, Zhao Xiang'er pursed her lips and bulged her cheeks, her eyes faint.

Zhao Xianger suddenly spoke and suggested: "Then we will have a decisive victory! The winner is always! The losing party must be respectful to the other party, and no more arrogant arrogance, how about it?"

"No problem!" Ning Changjiu had this idea and asked: "How do you compare? Wendou Wudou?"

Zhao Xianger's eyes narrowed, and she believed in herself: "Let's do this, let's bet on one thing!"

"What?" Ning Changjiu asked curiously.

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "I can guess what kind of girl you like! If you are right, you must give up, can you?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her confidently and wondered what this sixteen-year-old Zhao Xianger knew? She is sure to lose.

"Since you have this proposal, I will rely on you." Ning Changjiu said.

The two temporarily put aside their prejudices, sat down by the lotus pond, made a promise, and then looked at each other.

Zhao Xianger’s first sentence was like a thunder in Ning Changjiu’s sea of ​​knowledge: "You like the female sword fairy in white!"

"The sword immortal must have a very good figure, um...usually he should have a clear sword heart and a cold person." Zhao Xianger continued: "You said, am I right?"

Ning Changjiu's mouth is half open, and he doesn't know how to speak. How did the 16-year-old Xianger know how to marry...

"You still like women who are enemies of you, falling in love and killing each other, and being in love with each other. The figure of that woman... I guess it should be tall and graceful, as for the hair, perhaps it is also an unusual color." Zhao Xiang'er said coldly, and then made another killer.

Ning Changjiu was like an electric shock. He stared at Zhao Xianger in a daze, his pupils trembled, and he just wanted to marry. How did you know that Si Ming? ! After he was shocked, Huo Ran realized that such a dream must be made out of guilt towards Xiang'er! After all, I don’t know how to tell Xiang'er about the life... This is the so-called fear in the day and dream in the night!

Zhao Xiang'er raised her eyes, she looked pure in a white robe, her slender arms supported her tender cheeks but she was lazy like a kitten, she smiled, her eyes curved like a crescent moon, and her thin lips asked Said: "How? Am I right?"

She is confident that she has the chance to win.

Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, raised his head, and said firmly: "No!"

As soon as Zhao Xianger opened her eyes, she snorted softly, with a threatening expression in her tactful words: "You should obey your mind when you cultivate in Taoism, don't be fooled!"

Ning Changjiu categorically cut the line: "It's not right!"

Zhao Xianger said: "Since it's not right, then tell me, what kind of woman do you like in your heart?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her with a gentle voice: "The girl I like should be as big as me. Her eyes are black and white, like mountains and sky in a snowy night, and her long hair is pitch black. It's like all the dark clouds in the world are gathered together, with the softness of a cloud. When she wears a black dress, she is cold, when she wears a white dress, she is beautiful, and when she wears strong clothes, she is heroic. Different, she has her own pride and her own kindness, she..."

"Don't, don't say it!" Zhao Xianger raised a slender palm and interrupted.

Her eyes were clearly flustered, and her chest rose and fell slightly. She bit her lip, and her porcelain-white face became a little whiter.

He... how did he...

Zhao Xianger suddenly wanted to understand that this was when Ning Changjiu was sixteen years old. At that time, where did he know Lu Jiajia and Si Ming? He...he knew only himself! Why am I so stupid...

It must be because the dream is not clear enough!

"Ms. Xiang'er, am I... correct?" Ning Changjiu asked softly.

Zhao Xianger took a deep breath, thinking that she would cultivate her character in the three thousand worlds, and kill the demon bird in the skyfire trial. How do you dream...Could it be that the softest part of the heart is shown in the dream? ?

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Zhao Xianger's eyes.

Zhao Xianger returned to her senses, lowered her voice, weakly said: "You...you won."

Ning Changjiu smiled and asked: "Then what should you call me?"

……

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"What a nightmare..." Zhao Xianger slowly opened his eyes, looked at the flames spreading between the sky and the earth, holding the blade in his hand, and sighing to himself.

Fortunately, it is a dream...If Ning Changjiu knew such a shameful dream, he would have jumped into the sky with arrogance!

I hope I won’t have such a dream tomorrow.

Zhao Xianger thought about it, but found that her mental recovery was unexpectedly good. Hmm... a blessing in disguise?

She held the sword tightly and walked towards the next Demon King.

She wants to vent her anger.

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"What good dreams did you have last night? You laughed so happily?" Si Ming frowned looking at Ning Changjiu who had been smirking since waking up.

Ning Changjiu suppressed his smile, learned the lesson of yesterday, and said: "I dreamed that we had regained the authority of the Netherworld, saved Xiaoling and Mingguo, and then lived carefreely in the Ancient Lingzong. "

The commander looked at him suspiciously and asked: "We?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Of course it is us, but you are our suzerain, how can you not be here?"

Siming sneered and said: "I believe your nonsense! You were afraid that you dreamed of your little wife again last night, did you fall in love with her in your dream?"

Ning Changjiu was amazed at Si Ming's understanding of himself. He turned the subject away and calmly said: "Why did you wake up earlier than me?"

Si Ming sat cross-legged, changing the sword art with her fingertips. While practicing the sword, she said leisurely: "In the days when I came to Ten Thousand Demons City, I slept well every night just because I was too tired to handle the sword in the day. Riquan is supposed to be traveling in the mountains and playing with the water, and the spiritual power is not consumed at all. Where do you need sleep to replenish your spirit? It is you who do nothing, but sleep better and better every day."

"I think too much every day, and it's... very tired." Ning Changjiu explained, looked at Si Ming, watched her repairing the sword for a while, and asked: "How is your swordsmanship different from the past The same?"

Si Mingyun lightly said: "I am talented and smart, and I have a comprehension in the cultivation of kendo, um...In short, you are closer to the time of death."

When Ning Changjiu heard this, he immediately remembered the scriptures given to him by the master in his dream.

Is there a mystery in that scripture?

I cared about and quarreled with Xianger, but almost forgot about it.

When Si ordered to finish practicing the sword, Ning Changjiu combed her hair, and the two walked out the door as usual.

"Bailu birthday star will return tomorrow, where are we going today?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "You said yesterday that we have to prepare for the worst for Bailu."

Si Ming said: "Well, we are here to grab something after all, and we can't expect it to be polite to us."

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "Let’s go down the mountain and have a look. When I came yesterday, I saw some temple shadows on the side."

Siming and him walked out of the inn carefully arranged by the boys and girls, and walked outside along the stone path of Bhikkhu Peak. Their figures flashed across the little demon's bustling road, and in a blink of an eye they came outside the stele pavilion, the tombstone outside the stele pavilion was as new.

"This mountain is not heavier than the previous ones. On the contrary, it is more fragrant." Si Ming walked slowly, her gaze fell on the dimly lit forest, watching the slippery forest. Moss and mottled shadows said softly.

Ning Changjiu said: "If it can be like this forever, it would be lucky for the monster."

"Wishful thinking." Si Ming chuckled and shook his head, and said sarcastically: "Under the whole world, from no bliss, the setting sun, and there is no Lingshan, the tranquility here will be broken one day, and the true God never will Care about the life and death of mortals."

Ning Changjiu said: "Although you were a god, you don't have to be so pessimistic."

Si Ming said: "You will only be pessimistic when you have seen the truth. You will understand one day."

After she said this, she walked down the mountain.

There is a flower field on the mountainside. There is no soil under the flower field. The rock is the base and it is filled with white, dignified flowers. Hualing, several young women are cultivating in the flower field.

"This flower is pretty." Ning Changjiu said.

"That's stone tea." Si Ming said: "A flower with a short life span can only bloom for one season and can be used as medicine."

While talking, outside the mountains and forests nearby, a group of white deer rushed in noisily. The women rushed to drive them away to prevent them from trampling or eating the flower field.

Walking through the stone camellia field, under the mountain peaks, you can already see that carved sacred tree.

Siming looked at the sacred tree that was almost dead, showing nostalgia: "The ginseng fruit tree was torn down and disappeared. It turned out to be planted here, but it didn't die completely."

"It turned out to be called ginseng fruit tree." Ning Changjiu nodded gently.

Si Ming said: "The ginseng fruit tree may be useful for prolonging life, but I want to use it to live forever, wishful thinking."

Ning Changjiu didn’t understand this and didn’t say much, but whether it was yesterday or today, when he looked at the sacred tree, he felt a sense of nausea in his heart—this nausea did not come from his heart. It was from the Golden Crow.

Leaving Bhikkhu Peak, they walked towards the continuous group of temples in the back.

The temples are uplifted high on the ground. Their walls are made of large and small dark blue stones. The herringbone roof extends gently, without windows, and the old walls are light-cutting. Hole.

They walked up the road on the side of the temple.

The weather is gloomy, and there is a heavy rain coming down at any time.

The gods enshrined in the temples are mostly those who died in the battle of gods, some famous giant monsters.

These demon kings once fought with the saints, climbing the pillars, going up to the fairy court, smashing the sky, turning the sky upside down, and losing the sun and moon. At this moment, even if they are just sculptures, they still carry the majesty that makes the group of demons kneel and tremble. Most of their bodies at this moment have been broken, their souls have been suppressed under the great dynasties of Middle-earth, lingering in the shadow of the afterglow of the saints.

Ning Changjiu walked into the temple.

Three open doors divide the light and shadow into a dim boundary.

Ning Changjiu asked softly: "If one day I die like them, will you repair me?"

Si Ming asked: "How much money did Lu Jia give you for marrying? You actually have the ambition to build a temple for yourself?"

"..." Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, and said: "I'm just assuming."

Si Ming said lightly: "Of course it will."

Ning Changjiu was moved. However, the Secretary continued to say: "Build an ancestral hall and use black iron to make a kneeling image of you. Tell the world that this is a treacherous and evil person, and let you be cast aside and stinking for thousands of years."

Ning Changjiu smiled bitterly: "My priest is so cruel."

Siming's first lightened, calmly said: "So easily not allowed to die."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, but saw Si Ming slowly walking towards the idol in the middle.

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The four demon statues enshrined in the middle are said to be the four dead demon saints. Under their rich and colorful sculptures, their names are clearly written.

The book under the dragon is the Great Sage on the sea, under the giant lion is the Great Sage Yishan, under the ancient ape is the Great Sage Ventilation, and under the Great Tamarin is the Great Sage Expelling God.

The four statues of demon saints are almost upright in the temple, they carry the incense, even if the images are full of cracks, they still never collapse. According to the notice on the gate of the temple, if their spirits are truly extinguished on a certain day, then these idols will also be broken.

If that day, it should be a very tragic scene...

Ning Changjiu thought quietly, his gaze flicked across the demon temple, he looked at the large and small statues, and wanted to pay homage to a stick of incense, and then he was surprised to find that it was the one who sold the incense. Monkey demon!

One person and one monkey looked at each other for a while, all surprised.

"What is your origin?" Ning Changjiu asked casually.

The monkey demon smiled, and said: "Where is it from the mother's womb."

"Where is your mother?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The monkey demon was silent for a while, and said: "My mother and brothers and sisters, let the wild tiger eat them, and they will survive me..."

My life's luck may have been used up at that time.

Ning Changjiu asked him how many sticks of incense he had bought, handed him the copper coin, and said: "Then you have to live well."

The monkey demon did not refuse. It accepted the copper coin, grinned, and said: "You are a really kind guest, and you will surely be rewarded."

Ning Changjiu looked at its tail and asked: "How did your tail break?"

The monkey demon scratched his head and smiled, "He was broken after he was born. How did I know that maybe he was bitten by a tiger, but fortunately, he only bit his tail... half of his tail is worth a life." When."

Ning Changjiu glanced at Si Ming, Si Ming retracted his gaze from the little monkey and shook his head gently.

The little monkey looked at the idol behind him, not willing to burn incense, but bowed reverently, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

Ning Changjiu bends down slightly and salutes the demon god, while Si Ming stands still, indifferent.

"Do you know all these monsters?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The little monkey demon said: "I can't even call my name... Anyway, they are all great monsters."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why is there no image of a saint here?"

The little monkey demon shook, and immediately said firmly: "Of course it is because the saint is still alive! The saint will never abandon us. Um...this is what my mother told me before her death."

Its voice is lower. It always felt that it was its own hardship that killed its mother.

Ning Changjiu looked at it and smiled: "You live well, maybe one day, you can also be enshrined in the temple."

After saying this, Ning Changjiu realized that his blessing seemed not quite right.

The little monkey demon was very happy when he heard it. He shook his tail, squeezed his fist, and said seriously: "I will definitely become a great demon king!"

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

After the little monkey demon spoke vigorously, his mood was a little depressed. It looked at Ning Changjiu, and said seriously: "The City of Ten Thousand Demons is not as peaceful as the guests saw. You...Although you are big people, you still have to Be careful, Ten Thousand Demons City, many good people have died."

After speaking, it lowered its head and left in a hurry.

After the little monkey left, Si Ming said: "I should have been dazzled that day. It was just an ordinary monkey, nothing special."

"Well, the little demon has a hard life." Ning Changjiu was still pondering its final words.

The two found no abnormalities and left the temple.

Shortly after leaving the temple, the heavy rain poured down, and the dim tone swallowed the light between the sky and the earth.

Ning Changjiu slowed down when passing by the sacred tree under Qiufeng. He saw someone picking a bucket to water the ginseng fruit tree.

What was picked in the bucket was not fertilizer, but a pile of flesh and bones that couldn't tell whether it was a beast or a human. They exuded a strong smell in the heavy rain.

"This is the truth about Shenmu." Si Ming sarcastically said with a smile: "Don't look, be careful of nightmares."

Ning Changjiu withdrew his gaze and shook his head gently.

The fertilizer of Shenmu is fresh bones, so what is the human-like fruit it produces?

Ning Changjiu temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​smashing the ginseng fruit tree, and walked heavily towards the mountain.

As we approached the mountainside, the electric lights flickered in the sky, and the twisted electric lights suddenly reflected a rain-filled face with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek!

Ning Changjiu didn't panic.

He looked at the monkey demon standing in front of the mountainside rock, frowning and asked: "Why are you still not leaving? Are you... waiting for me?"

The rain dripped over the little monkey's face, and it shivered with cold in the rain.

It raised its head, looked at the backlog of clouds in the sky, whispered, and said: "Guest...Guest, I have something to say to you."

"What are you talking about?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The little monkey stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and said: "Guest, the guest knows why, these days... Can I always meet you?"

Ning Changjiu frowned and asked: "Why?"

Kang Dang!

The sound of thunder shook his head and face in his ears, and the little monkey shook his head suddenly. It seemed that he had made some determination and smashed a ball of paper to Ning Changjiu, then ran to the woods behind him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. In the heavy rain.

Ning Changjiu picked up the ball of paper, opened it, and wrote two words crookedly on it:

Run away.