Beyond the Divine States Chapter 340: : Years are just right

(Yesterday, I updated two chapters in a row, but according to the reaction of book friends, when I click on the app, it will automatically jump to the second chapter. When I read the background data, I also found that some readers seem to have missed a chapter, hereby Reminder.)

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The death of Bailu Shouxing did not cause much sensation in Ten Thousand Demons City.

The spring is rainy and the ground is falling continuously. The rain is swaying and swaying in the wind. On the mountainside, the continuous stone camellia withered and withered, like falling ash, blowing a wind that symbolizes death.

When Ning Chang passed the mountainside for a long time, the stone camellia in the middle had withered, only a shelf of withered stems was neatly bundled, and uneven ridges were drawn in the slanting wind and drizzle.

On the silent mountain road, Si Ming took off the demon fox mask and gently held it to her waist. She turned her head and looked at the light and rain in the dense forest. She always felt that she had touched something here. But I felt that everything about Fanchen had nothing to do with her, even if she had just killed a big demon with five ways.

The **** air has long been left behind, and the shouts of the White Deer Little Monsters are also far away.

The spirit of the ginseng fruit was **** with a golden rope, and was temporarily included in the void.

So in the silence, the Ten Thousand Demons City, which was in a corner, seemed to follow them away.

Si Ming rarely has such emotions.

She raised her head and did not use her spiritual power to block the drizzle, allowing them to brush her upper cheeks, throbbing coldly on her porcelain-white face, and filled with water.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Changjiu turned his head, he noticed her strange emotions.

Si Ming stood on a flat stone platform on the mountainside, watching the misty rain between the peaks, and suddenly said: "The world is really slender."

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But this strange emotion gave Si Ming a feeling that he was running away from the road he wanted.

She shook her head gently to isolate the silent spring rain from the moisturizing material again, and extinguish the delicate emotions that the world had bestowed on her.

Ning Chang hadn't spoken for a long time, he suddenly discovered that the world in Si Ming's mouth had become a human world from an unknown time.

Si Ming watched Ning Changjiu's sudden smile, always feeling an unnamed anger.

"What are you looking at?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "Look at my master, master, and priest."

The implication is of course secretly.

Si Ming was unwilling to answer, she said lightly: "How can you get to the top of the road with your little belly?"

Ning Changjiu asked back: "Are you on the road?"

Si Ming nodded, she looked at the gleaming clouds in the sky, and proudly said: "I am above the blue clouds, and now I start over again. The path I walked is the Supreme God's Way, and the enlightenment is all old friends. The scenery during this period are all deceased."

Her words were soaked in rain, with a precipitous cold.

Ning Changjiu stood beside her and whispered softly: "Then I will walk with you."

Siming's expression disappeared. She stood in the drizzle and looked at the slender Demon City. After a long time, she slowly turned her head back. Her expression was indifferent, hiding her true emotions, and she gave a cold snort.

"The road is lonely and straight. Since ancient times, who is going to go with you alone?" Si Ming walked towards the mountain road.

Ning Changjiu followed silently, and smiled innocently: "I'm afraid I will go astray."

Si Ming's red lips lightly opened, and said: "You are already in the evil way. There is no saying that the fairy Buddha can't get through you, and I don't bother to control you."

Speaking, Si Ming closed his eyes slightly and walked towards the ginseng fruit tree.

Si Ming was slightly confused... Killing a Five Dao Great Demon was not a big deal, and Si Ming consciously wouldn't have any emotions about it.

But what are the ripples in my heart?

Looking back many years later, she got the incredible answer-just because of a spring rain.

This is what people call sorrow and sadness. It is the emotion that humans have. It is the joy and sorrow of all things. There is no reason, but the mutual touch of the soul and the heaven and the earth. This is a touch she shouldn't have.

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At the foot of the mountain, Ning Changjiu explained the reason to the fairies who were still guarding the ginseng fruit tree, and dispelled them.

The black iron-like torso of the ginseng fruit tree stretches toward the sky. It is extremely strong, like a huge rock, with thorns growing in all directions, densely extending to the sky. On the highest branch, the ginseng fruit tree hangs upside down. Now, with a smile on its face, small, immature buds have grown on top of its head.

Like a bodhisattva sitting upside down.

Ning Changjiu looked at the immature ginseng fruit and asked: "Are the creatures bred by sin still creatures?"

Si Ming said: "In my eyes, all are creatures."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why?"

Siming's voice and arrogance: "Because the kingdom of God needs to obliterate the sins of the world, if it is not a creature, how can I condemn it, and how can I kill it?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "You want it to become a dead soul, so you give it a name first?"

Si Ming said: "They are bound to die."

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Is justice enforced by the kingdom of God?"

Si Ming said: "No, what we follow is the law of heaven."

Ning Chang thought about the meaning of this sentence for a long time, and didn't ask much.

The drizzle blew into the ginseng fruit tree, and the translucent raindrops turned black.

It waters the ginseng fruit trees.

Ning Changjiu's eyes moved down along the old lines of the trunk.

The demon wood is exposed next to the huge rhizomes on the ground, and it is still condensed with viscous blood and white bones. They have cooled, accelerated rot, and slowly penetrated into the ground to become the nourishment for the dying wood.

"Was it ever a sacred tree..." Ning Changjiu sighed softly, and asked: "Before the sacred tree is about to die, he is willing to accept this kind of sinful gift and live by himself. Will people... do the same?"

"It doesn't make sense to think this." Si Ming looked up at the ancient book, but her eyes seemed to be condescending, she said: "The grass and trees are ruthless, the sky is clear and the sun is sunny, and the smoky sun survives the thunder and lightning. They There is no choice but to follow the trend, but people... are different."

Siming said so, she stretched out her hand to the ginseng fruit tree.

The rainwater nearby vibrated instantly, and a tide of mist blew up under the mountain.

I don't know if it is an illusion, Ning Changjiu vaguely heard a sword sound.

Si Ming has arrived in front of the ginseng fruit tree, her background is full of bones on the ground, but the filth that flows through **** can't get half of her robe.

Si Ming's hand was placed on the sacred tree, her brows were calm, and her black robe was outlined in silver like a tattoo.

The ginseng fruit tree began to tremble and sway.

High on the branch, the smiling face of the ginseng fruit hanging upside down suddenly changed. It seemed to be a hundred years old, and its face became painful and distorted. It also swayed, crying like a baby.

Ning Changjiu opened his sword eyes.

He can clearly see that under the soil at the bottom of the ginseng fruit tree, there seem to be ten thousand mice running around constantly, arching upwards, they are constantly screaming, like desperate slaps at the **** The ghost of the door left blood marks and palm marks on it.

"Stay away!" Si Ming snarled.

Ning Changjiu backed a few steps, pinched Dao Jue with his hands, calmed the whole body, and the ghosts were not close.

The trees screamed, seeming to be begging, and the ginseng fruit screamed, seeming to stop drinking.

Siming was indifferent, her slender fingers suddenly covered in a slip, as if holding something invisible, pulling it out of the trunk of the tree.

Countless winds that have accumulated for hundreds of years pounced from the trunk of the tree, spreading to the sides in front of them.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, seemingly imaginary and real, he vaguely saw the fruitful fruits on the tree. Those fruits were like little ghosts who felt one by one, venting his emotions angrily, wanting to take the daring to take away the sacred tree in the end. The vitality of the woman was broken into pieces.

In Ning Changjiu's body, the golden crow screamed with joy

, struggling to fly out and feast on it.

"Found..." Si Ming suddenly said.

The seemingly indestructible tree trunk was torn open, something came out, and they collided with each other, making a sword-like sound.

Si Ming clicked his brow with his left hand.

Her silver hair undulates lightly, and her figure is so small under the black tree, but it is like a faintly rising moon, about to hang on the branch.

After a long time, the darkness dissipated, and the ginseng fruit tree that had been lingering for hundreds of years seemed to die.

The last ginseng fruit fell down, sinking into the muddy white bone mulch, and the twisted smile was stained with blood.

In front of Si Ming, there was a sword...or a knife.

The sword is also slender, and its format is similar to that of Shentu, and its edges are covered with a layer of misty air.

It is Yu Lei.

It was more damaged, and the blade was full of gaps and cracks.

"It really is." Si Ming sighed in relief, his face pale.

Ning Chang did not go to see it for a long time, but first said to Si Ming: "Thank you."

Si Ming looked at Yu Lei, and said displeased: "I walked around the world, and saved my marriage and Xiaoling, and it was really unlucky to stand up with your family."

Ning Changjiu said: "Good people will be rewarded."

Si Ming said: "I am not a good person."

She didn't bother to make false nonsense with Ning Changjiu, and asked bluntly: "How to take this sword away?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Can I hire other monsters to send it out?"

"Taking the sword of Ten Thousand Demons City without authorization, but the demons don’t agree with me. There are only a handful of people who can take it away with this sword alone."

Speaking, Si Ming took off a leaf and placed it gently on the side of the blade. The leaf instantly faded from the emerald green color and turned into a piece of fallen ashes.

This residual sword of Yu Lei has a very strong corrosive gas, and the monks under the purple garden can't grasp it at all.

And those above the purple court... may not be willing to help them.

After all, there is still darkness in the geomancy map. It is said that there are four demons who call themselves "kings of heaven" in the darkness, and their attitude is the most important.

Siming is confident that he can be undefeated against the enemy at any one time.

But if you anger the demons and be surrounded by them, then... Ning Changjiu should have no bones left.

Ning Changjiu said: "If it's not a sword, isn't it all right?"

Si Ming asked: "What do you mean?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The old monarch at the time would supplement it with more than a thousand hearts and refine it into a pill."

Si Ming thoughtfully, said: "You mean, those virgins are useful?"

"I don't practice." Ning Changjiu couldn't do such cruel things. He said: "Anyway, it doesn't look like a sword, just fine."

Si Ming said: "You are all fools in the City of Ten Thousand Demons. You want to get through with this?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Of course not, but the old monsters must also be aware of the movement here. If they want to trade this sword for something, some people will come to us to negotiate terms during these days. ."

Si Ming said: "What if we besieged and killed?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I shouldn't."

"Why?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "It is difficult for Ten Thousand Demons City to protect itself, and the great demons may not be united, and the actions of the White Deer and the Flower Demons, even for many of the demons, have long wanted to get rid of it. Of course, the most important thing is that the priests are strong enough, they must be jealous. It's worthless to avenge you for a very sinful demon."

Si Ming was satisfied with the last reason, nodded slightly, and said: "Then go to Bhikkhu Peak, find the Tai Shang Dan furnace, slowly smelt it, and wait for them to come to negotiate."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "Well, these ginseng fruits can guard the stove and fan the flames."

Si Ming sneered: "You are really thoughtful of your thoughts."

"Reward." Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "But we still have to prepare for the worst."

"Huh?" Si Ming was puzzled.

"I can't be sure whether there will be anything in us that is worth the risk of those demon kings." Ning Changjiu said.

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The damaged floor of the Wanshou Building was burnt clean. Under the floor, Si Ming found the legendary Taishang Pill Furnace.

The pill furnace is three people high, and the upper and lower furnace bodies are connected, like a gourd. The pill furnace is surrounded by bronze dragons on all sides, and the upper part is also made into an octagonal pavilion.

The flame between the furnaces has been extinguished.

Siming Xianting walked to the front of the pill furnace, stretched out a finger, and lifted it lightly.

When she twisted her wrist, the pill furnace flew up. She stepped on the top of the furnace, like a flying sword with her feet, flying out of the broken Wanshou Building, passing over the peak of Bhiqiu, and came under the ginseng fruit tree.

Si Ming recognized this Xian Ting relic.

She thought about it for a moment, remembered the key to the use of the pill furnace, and started the pill furnace according to the strict steps.

Eight openings are open, and flames gush out from the dark hearth.

Ning Changjiu looked at her delicate fingers and praised: "Girl Si is really knowledgeable."

Simming said: "This pill furnace was once the magic weapon of the Taishang Zhenjun. The fire in the furnace can smelt everything, but someone has practiced magic in it."

Ning Changjiu said: "That man is really amazing."

Si Ming said: "If you dare to speak falsely to me in the future, I will arrest you and practice qigong."

Ning Changjiu was not surprised at this level of threat, and even promised with a smile.

After the pill furnace is opened, it looks like a glutton that can finally come out of the cage after being hungry for a long time, absorbing everything around it presumptuously.

"It's no wonder that this pill furnace is abandoned. It turns out that this furnace is as crazy as the fallen immortal." Si Ming sighed and shook his head.

The good things in the world are not strong. No matter how sophisticated the magic weapon is made, there will always be a day of damage.

This pill furnace can no longer be blended and refined to produce any elixir, and the idea of ​​white deer flower essence is almost gambling. But fortunately, she didn't expect what Yu Lei would look like, anyway... as long as it wasn't a sword.

Pong!

After Yu Lei was absorbed in, Si Ming closed the pill furnace.

Ning Changjiu put the hundreds of people around the fire grate. He distributed banana leaves to them and said: "You will be responsible for fan fire in the future. If there is anything wrong, please feel free to notify us."

In fact, where the banana leaves of the sacred fire can be fanned, and the situation in the furnace, they don’t need to be informed, and the commander will be clear.

Ning Changjiu's move was just to train their xinxing.

A virgin also raised objections. She was the one who received Ning Changjiu at the beginning. She looked at Ning Changjiu with a pitiful look, as if wishing him to miss his old feelings, "We...we are frail and weak. I am naturally afraid of fire. What climate can I fan out with this banana leaf?"

Si Ming asked coldly: "Then are you going to be a fan or firewood?"

The boys and girls knew how powerful she was, and they backed away, silently, picking up the banana leaves, kneeling by the fire, and fanning them.

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Cross the muddy mountain road in the rain.

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but think of the little monkey demon.

On the night of the rainstorm, the monkey demon risked his death to send a message, and then disappeared without a trace...Who is it?

Ning Changjiu went around in the woods again, but still didn't find any clues.

He returned to the peak with Si Ming and came to the beautifully decorated room.

Si Ming looked at the decorations in the house, looked at the ornaments carved with antlers, looked at the cut antlers served in a small bowl next to the tea, and then discovered that everything was revealed in these details.

If she is still a priest, she

You can see through everything with just a glance.

Now... I am only in this mountain.

Ning Changjiu lay down on the couch familiarly and stretched out.

The evening has not yet arrived, but Ning Changjiu's face is full of exhaustion.

"How many catties did you exert? Why are you so tired?" Si Ming asked.

Ning Changjiu laughed at himself: "It's not because of the disciples' lack of strength."

Si Ming did not answer. In private, she didn't dare to play with Ning Changjiu as a master and apprentice. With Ning Changjiu's temperament, she would not be able to keep up with it, and she would deceive her master and destroy her ancestor.

Ning Changjiu laid the bed and pulled the red line.

Si Ming said: "Don't pull the red line."

Ning Changjiu's eyes lit up and asked: "What do you mean?"

Si Ming poured cold water and said: "It means, I won't sleep tonight and continue to practice."

Ning Changjiu said: "Your body is made of iron?"

Si Ming hummed coldly: "Of course you can't understand me with naked eyes."

Ning Changjiu said: "Isn't even the most exquisite porcelain made of soil? According to legend, people are made of soil by Emperor Wa. What's the difference?"

Simming said: "The difference is that the Wa emperor and Wa people who created you have long since died, but my kingdom of God still exists."

Ning Changjiu stopped quarreling with her, and said: "I will take a break first. If something happens, remember to wake me up."

Si Ming nodded lightly.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes.

He quickly entered the dream.

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The scenery in the dream is as real as a reproduction of reality.

Ning Changjiu appeared in the courtyard. The temple and the mountains stood tall in front of him, and the continuous clouds tossed over from the courtyard. From here, Dahe Town was no more than a distant microcosm in the eyes.

Ning Changji looked for Xiang'er's shadow for a while as usual, but he could not find it.

Finally, he returned to the table and continued to flip through the scrolls he hadn't finished reading last time.

He was immersed in the avenue in the book.

When Ning Changjiu raised his head again, he saw a pure and beautiful face of a girl. The girl had a neat ponytail, her cheeks were snowy, and her eyebrows were picturesque. She sat opposite her, her eyes lightly Wandering across the pages, sometimes thinking, sometimes wondering, and sometimes smiling.

It is Zhao Xianger.

Today, she killed another demon again. She sat cross-legged as usual. In her dream, she saw Ning Changjiu. She looked at the way he was reading, nodded in satisfaction, did not disturb, but was with him. Sit down and read the book seriously.

After a long time, the acquisition of knowledge seemed to reach the limit of understanding the sea, and the two talents stopped

They put down their books almost at the same time.

"Xiang'er, long time no see."

Although it was only one day later, Ning Changjiu really felt like three autumns.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at his face after being nurtured by knowledge, and she liked it a lot, and said: "Long time no see, eh...you like to read books too?"

Ning Changjiu, holding the thought of leaving a good impression on Xiao Xianger, smiled and said, "I have been reading poetry and books since I was a child. Article."

Zhao Xianger nodded slightly, she suddenly thought of something, spread her hand, and said: "Bring your book to me."

Ning Changjiu handed over the book and said: "We exchanged it?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xianger was willing to share knowledge and handed him his book.

The two opened each other's scriptures, but both frowned.

Huh? Why is there no word in the book? Is this a wordless book...Yes...It's just a dream, what am I thinking about? It must be my mother who was afraid that I would be lonely in reading alone, so she asked him to accompany me. Zhao Xianger thought so.

Huh? Why is the book blank? By the way... It's just a dream, where are two such mysterious mysteries in this world? Master must be afraid that I can't sit still while reading alone, so I asked Xiao Xiang'er to accompany me. Ning Changjiu thought so.

"Well, your book is also good." The two raised their heads and said in unison, sincerely.

They handed back each other's books.

"Well, you must study hard, don't let your mother... Master's expectations." Zhao Xianger said.

"You too, don't let the master's cultivation be disappointed. If you dare to half-hearted, I will punish you for Master." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows and said: "Ning Changjiu, you are so brave, how dare you say this to me?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Ms. Xianger, do you remember the last time we bet? Who is the older and who is the younger is already separated."

"I..." Zhao Xiang'er bit her tender lips like scarlet jade... This **** dream is really continuous... The girl thought with enthusiasm, rubbing her head, and said: "I I don’t remember."

Ning Changjiu pretended to sigh and said: "It turns out that the beautiful girl Xianger is such a distrustful person, alas, the rumors are really unbelievable."

Zhao Xianger always feels that this is a moral kidnapping of herself. Her finely braided teeth rubbed her lips gently, and her pupils were shining brightly in the sun. She hesitated for a while, her nose fluttered, and finally stopped. Reluctantly got up, slightly blessed his body, weakly said: "Brother."

Ning Changjiu looked at her pleasingly with low eyebrows cherishedly, and smiled.

"Junior Sister is so cute." Ning Changjiu said softly.

Zhao Xianger was very reluctant, thinking secretly in her heart, wanting to find a reason, and betting with him again to win back the identity of the senior sister.

Ning Changjiu looked at her immature eyebrows, thinking that this is her younger sister, and in a few years, she will grow up like a childhood sweetheart, and she will change her name from a brother to a husband... A bright future is outlined in her heart. Blueprint, his mood was ups and downs, regretting that he didn't apply for the marriage certificate in his previous life, otherwise he could go through two lives and taste different beauty in each life, instead of making up for regrets in dreams like this.

Zhao Xiang'er's mood is completely different, Junior Sister, Junior Sister, Junior Sister... What Junior Sister! When he was in Linhe City, he was clearly beaten to call his sister for mercy. During the three-year agreement, if he hadn't used his sympathy, he would definitely lose! Obviously I should be my sister! Humph! Conspiracy...

Zhao Xianger screamed at him in annoyance, and comforted herself. Fortunately, it was just a dream, no one knew it. It was a simulation exercise. I would eat a bite and grow a wiser. I will really meet him in the future, but I can’t do it anymore. Deceived by this method!

She was thinking, Ning Changjiu gently stretched out her hand and stroked her hair.

"Brother!" Zhao Xianger's figure suddenly screamed.

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and said: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Xianger opened his hand at once, and righteously said: "What are you doing? What we come to observe is to study and practice, not like a big or small dice!"

Ning Changjiu then recovered from his beautiful imagination. He looked at Zhao Xiang'er's serious and pretty face and looked at her love of knowledge, and he couldn't help showing his guilt.

"Okay, I'll read a book with Junior Sister!" Ning Changjiu smiled.

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Snowflakes are in full bloom on the unobservable tree. Under the tree, the grass is swaying in the wind. The morning glory, roses, and tulips dotted in it are also beautiful. Next to the big tree with years of writing, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger sat on the soft lawn. They were holding books, bending their legs and back to back. Bunches of sunlight leaked from the green leaves above, leaving mottled shadows between clothes and hair.

They just read the book together like this, sometimes quietly, sometimes talking.

The spring breeze is blowing, the leaves are rustling, the kingfisher is humming, and the ants are climbing up the tree trunk.

This is the afternoon when the sun cannot be seen. It is also the youth they have missed and are now cuddling with each other.

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