Beyond the Divine States Chapter 87: : Old grudges

Ning Xiaoling was so frightened that she hugged him tightly, and she was taken aback for a while to remember that she is now a practitioner of the fairyland, and such a short arrow can easily escape by using the spiritual power as a barrier to block it for a moment.

But a moment of fear made her too late to react.

At this moment, she realized afterwards that she hugged Ning Changjiu's waist, a little embarrassed and embarrassed, it was a dilemma.

Ning Changjiu glanced lightly at the arrows on the wall, patted Ning Xiaoling's back, and motioned her to let go.

Ning Xiaoling immediately understood, and the arm around him loosened, and said worriedly: "Brother, be careful."

Ning Chang did not say much, and stepped into the house again.

As soon as his footsteps landed, in the darkness, the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind hit again, and before the arrow came out, Ning Changjiu sensed the direction of the arrow, and Dao Xin’s dangerous warning signal was already Precisely pointed out the origin of the killer, Ning Changjiu's figure flashed like a flat mine, and suddenly the sound of the air explosion overwhelmed the sound of the arrow.

Hey!

The arrow plunged into the wall again, and the tail trembled.

At the same time, Ning Changjiu's figure has appeared in front of the dark crossbow.

As the next crossbow bolt struck out of the air, a bang was accompanied by a scream of a teenager.

Ning Changjiu hit the person who fired the dark arrow with one punch at the same time that the arrow was shot.

The room was not spacious at all. As soon as the figure fell, he slammed into the wall, his hand touched his waist and wanted to pull out his portable dagger.

Only when his hand moved, Ning Changjiu pinched his wrist with precision like an eagle, slapped and twisted.

With a click, it seemed that the wrist bone was dislocated, and the boy let out a scream, pressing his right hand back together with the handle of the dagger.

Before Ning Xiaoling had time to see what was going on inside, she saw a black figure being thrown out, and Ning Xiaoling subconsciously took a half step back.

The figure fell to the ground, and she saw clearly that it was a young man dressed in black with a yellow and thin face. The young man seemed to be smaller than herself, and his pupils were entangled with unspeakable pain.

Ning Changjiu walked out of the house, looked at the young man who was holding his wrist and groaning on the ground, and asked: "Who asked you to come?"

The young man was like an injured young wolf, struggling on the ground to get up. He stared at Ning Changjiu, his voice seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth: "Ning... Ning catching water?"

Ning Changjiu said: "What are you looking for?"

He sternly said: "Nosy...who are you...where did the old thing go..."

Ning Xiaoling calmed down a lot, looking at the yellow-skinned boy, said: "Ning Qinshui is dead."

"Dead?!" He stared, and his body trembled: "He is dead?! Why did you die? Who are you...?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Ning Qinshui was our master before."

The boy's body was relaxed again and tightened again: "Then you are not good things either!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What hate do you have with Ning Qinshui?"

Suddenly great sadness erupted in the young wolf-like eyes. He didn't know what he thought of, arched up and trembled, "I...I want to kill him... how could he just die like this? ..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Sorrow."

The boy struggled to get up, squatted on the ground, and said: "You are his disciples, then you should die too..."

Ning Changjiu calmly said: "If it wasn't for my strength, you would have died when you fired the second arrow."

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "That day Ning Qinshui wanted to use us as a substitute for the dead, but unexpectedly was backlashed, she died violently."

Ning Changjiu looked into his eyes and said: "Then why are you killing him?"

The young man looked at them, his eyes flickering, as if to gush out something. After a while, his arms fell weakly, his thin body swayed weakly, and his voice was like a cold mist blown away by the wind.

"He... Ning Qinshui... the evil man killed Sister Bai, a gentle and kind person like Sister Bai, he...he must be a ghost, he killed her sister...as a ghost!"

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"I used to be a servant of a big family. I was sold at a very young age. At that time, I was thin and a lot of people bullied me. Only one person was kind to me... She was the maid next to the lady, and others bullied me at the time. When I was, she let her see, she taught those people a lesson, and gave me two lists, and asked me to go to the tavern to buy things from them."

"This is a good job. Many people can get a little oil and water from it. They lack a few cents and no one knows... But I asked her for a lot of money at the time, and she counted the money. , Sighed, his attitude was neither cold nor cold."

"After that, she helped me several times in private. Once I asked her why she wanted to help me. She only said that she had survived this way in the past. Now she is a maid’s maid, and her status is much higher. These things will naturally help."

"Later, I privately recognized her as my sister, and she agreed... Then, for a while, the house was haunted, and the master spent a lot of money to invite an old Taoist to come..."

"That... old Taoist, that old Taoist is Ning Qinshui!"

"He did the ritual and pointed to many people in the mansion, saying that they were little ghosts, and finally pointed to his sister, saying that she was a ghost. As long as you kill her, everything will be fine..."

"How is this possible?!"

"At the time I wanted to save her... Many people grabbed me and said that I was fascinated by ghosts. The master gave an order and almost broke my leg... I was lying on the ground, chewing grass in my mouth. , A person grabbed my arm and stepped on my head. I was still struggling, when I suddenly heard the screams of Sister Bai...the screams over and over again, I can’t cover it anyway."

"Sister Bai... called for a long time."

"Then I never saw her again, not even the body."

"She was killed by...that evil old way...!"

The boy was holding his face with his left hand, and there were bloodstains between his nails. When he recalled these things, his pupils were unconsciously enlarged, and his arched back showed a sloppy bone from the thin clothes.

Ning Changjiu listened to his talk, and his expression was calm.

"And then?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The young man's voice was a little choked: "Then... Then I stole the money from the house, took a chance to escape, and was rescued by the master in a remote place, learned some martial arts, and then inquired about where the old thing lived. ......I just stayed here for more than a month."

Ning Chang looked at him for a while, shaking his head and sighing: "It's a pity that you don't have the qualifications to practice."

The young man was taken aback, his neck flushed, and angrily said, "You are a Taoist... you are really cold-blooded, I have said so much, you are... still looking at my qualifications. What if you can change my sister’s life by interrupting me completely? You guys are... cold-blooded and merciless!"

Ning Changjiu sighed softly and said, "But Ning Qinshui is dead, what else can you do? Kill us?"

The young man blurted out, "You are his disciples, of course you are also guilty!"

Ning Changjiu threw the dagger on the ground [Shuquge www.shuquge.xyz] and said lightly: "You can continue to try."

The young man stretched out left and right, trying to grasp the dagger, his fingers slid lightly over the cold dagger blade, grief came from it, and he suddenly screamed, suddenly grabbing the wooden handle and the dagger blade wrapped in thick rope. Toward himself, screaming and poking into the throat.

Ning Changjiu seemed to have expected it. With a flick of his finger, the young man's left hand was numb, and his strength was taken off. The dagger fell to the ground again, and his thin and desperate face was reflected on the snow-white peak of the blade.

He raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "I can't kill you, why don't you let me die? Master told me that cultivators are ruthless people who fool the world... Sure enough That's it, indifferent and ruthless, what kind of god?"

Ning Changjiu remained unmoved, just asked: "What is your name?"

He was stunned, as if he didn't expect the other party to ask his name.

"My name is... Shubai." He stared at him for a long time, and finally his shoulders were slightly loose, and he replied weakly.

Ning Xiaoling muttered softly: "What a strange name."

The boy has a serious face: "Sister Bai took this for me!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What is your sister Bai, what is your name?"

The corner of Shubai's mouth trembled slightly, and said: "Sister Bai has been dead for many years, what's the point of asking this?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly reached out and held his head, lifted his entire body, and asked: "How old is this year?"

"Thirteen!"

"Thirteen years old? Yes, who taught this martial art?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"My master..." Shubai's face suddenly became gloomy: "Do you want to come and kill my master? It is me who is here to assassinate you today. If I am not as good as a human being, I will die. You must never hurt the master, he The old man has..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Ning Qinshui is dead, you want to kill his disciple to vent your anger, why can't I stop by killing your master?"

"You..." The tree was white and dumb, and a great fear suddenly appeared in his heart.

Master treated himself very well. When he escaped, he would have starved to death if he hadn’t met Master and gave him a bowl of porridge... Master’s gray hair on the temples over the years made it even more inconvenient to move. On crutches, but still chanting scriptures and doing good every day, how can such a person die because of himself...

Shubai felt regret and hatred in his heart, and tears burst into his bloodshot pupils.

"Don't kill him!" Shubai said loudly.

Ning Changjiu stared at his eyes and slowly let go of his hand, but his voice seemed weak, saying: "I will not kill you, let alone kill your master."

"Why?" Shubai asked subconsciously, but immediately thought that those immortals were moody and quickly shut up.

Ning Changjiu pressed his head and pressed him to his knees again. He looked at the young man with thin yellow muscles and a sloppy back. His voice was calm but it sounded like thunder blowing in his ears: "What the monk is going to kill , Are the evil demons that mess up the world, and the living ghosts who pretend to be adults and walk in the world."

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(Thanks to the book friend Leixi who beat the fish and dragon drums for rewarding support~)