Beyond the Divine States Chapter 93: : The bones are not old

In the early morning of Linhe City, there was still a faint cold mist over the sand and water.

Looking along the long street, the widest and straight street in the center of the city is lined with the long bridge. The red lanterns hanging high on both sides have not yet been lit, and they are asleep together with the ancient city in the early morning.

Ning Xiaoling and Ning Changjiu still live in the same room as before. When Ning Xiaoling got up, she had already seen him move a chair and sit outside, closing his eyes as if he were asleep.

Ning Xiaoling hugged a quilt and threw it on top of him, and said in a bad mood: "Cover more quilts. We are all spending so much money. If the brother catches cold again, he will look down on the doctor." /

Ning Changjiu wanted to take a nap again, and took advantage of the breath of life here to find a chance. At this moment, Ning Xiaoling woke up all her life, and the gleam of sentiment she had finally touched was also smashed back.

Ning Changjiu raised his eyelids and glanced at her, knowing that she was still angry about the fact that he had spent money to buy a lot of antiques yesterday, he knew that he was wrong, so he tucked the quilt and covered himself tightly: "Thank you for taking care of me."

Ning Xiaoling pulled his quilt down again, and said: "Senior brother, don't pretend to be dead, or I will tell her about you behind your back about Sister Xiang'er."

Ning Changjiu was not convinced: "When did I say it?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "You said that sister Xianger believed you or mine."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Then not go to the imperial city."

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised, and said: "Why don't you go?"

Ning Changjiu's voice came out through the quilt: "I don't want to go."

Ning Xiaoling sighed, her tone softened: "Okay, I don't blame you for buying those messy things. It's good for brother to be happy..."

Ning Changjiu said: "I want to celebrate the New Year in Linhe City."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother, why are you so small, I will just make a few jokes..."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "I just think that Linhe City has a taste of home, so I don't want to leave when I come."

Ning Xiaoling rubbed her stiff cheeks, and then sighed: "Yes, there is still the breath of the old thing squeezing us..."

Ning Changjiu said: "This Linhe city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the folk customs are simple and honest. When we come back from our cultivation, let's settle here."

Ning Xiaoling felt like **** in the early morning, and she was shocked: "Brother, you are not really evil, are you giving money to the kid who assassinated us? What's the use of things, now I say I like it here, what's better here...oh..."

Ning Xiaoling suddenly showed a look of enlightenment: "Brother! Are you afraid to go to the imperial city and see Sister Xianger!"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why do you say that?"

Ning Xiaoling believed in herself: "Because of that three-year appointment, you agreed to meet in three years. What's the matter now? Meeting on New Year's Eve is equivalent to opening a road. Gathering together for three days during the festival, after three years, you still can’t fight? What's more, brothers are now in this realm... I'm afraid I will have no face to see sister Xianger."

Ning Changjiu took off the quilt, looked at Ning Xiaoling, and smiled: "No matter how verbally stimulated by the younger sister, my realm won't rise."

Ning Xiaoling curled her lips and said: "Then you will stay in Hecheng alone to look after the house, and I will go to Huangcheng to find sister Xianger."

Speaking, she walked towards the hall, then took off a rag from the shelf and wiped the dust on the table and chairs. She looked around, looked at everything familiar and unfamiliar, and then looked back. The brother who was lying half-dead in the yard sighed, and fortunately thought that it doesn't matter if there are many disasters and hardships, it's good for people to live...

She looked at the singing maid with two red cheeks and dark green clothes, and their eyes seemed to meet each other.

Yesterday, the senior brother also vowed to tell her that this is an antique from the country two hundred years ago, and it is very valuable.

"Are you still a two-hundred-year-old antique from the Kingdom of Zhen?" Ning Xiaoling looked at her, the more ugly and the more angry she became, but in the end she sighed and wiped it...but this porcelain servant has already It's new enough, Xinde doesn't have any antique self-cultivation, and it seems there is nothing to erase.　　Would you like to put the door at the door that the old lady gave to watch the house with the door **** last night? At least for those who are celebrating the New Year, look at it to be more festive... Ning Xiaoling comforted herself.

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Shubai sent the white bronze carvings from house to house according to the list. These things are heavy, so because he often carries these things, his back is a little hunched at a young age, every time he bends When the back is arched, the rugged ribs are more distinct.

The tree white turned its empty baggage, very relaxed.

After sending this order, you can spend New Year’s Eve at ease. In the past, on New Year’s Eve, I always ate bowls of noodles in the shop and listened to the old smoker master talking about some old things that I don’t know when they happened. , I can finally go to the city to participate in the Lantern Festival this year.

He shook his bag and hopped around. When passing by an antique shop, he didn't forget to glance at him. He suddenly found that the ugly and ugly singer maid that was in a conspicuous position had disappeared. He felt this for a time. The deserted business of this antique shop is inseparable from the eye-catching singer maid.

After all, you dare to sell such fake things, so where can other things go?

It's just...Why didn't you see it today? There are people who want this kind of thing, and Linhe City still has such a bully?

The tree was amazed.

I just don't know why, the song maid disappeared, and after the place was vacated, there was a slight sense of loss in my heart.

"New Year's Eve... Lantern Banquet..." Shubai howled twice, and then sighed: "If only Sister Bai was still there."

If Sister Bai is still there, it must be the age of marriage now... Sister Bai is so beautiful and kind, just like that. He recalled the screams that day, and subconsciously covered his ears and cursed. All evil Taoists deserve to die.

Shubai couldn't help but think of the pair of brothers and sisters yesterday, and couldn't help but sipped: "Pretend to be a good person."

When I got home, my teacher and father were still lying in the chair. I don’t know what happened these days. The old man is very lethargic. Often he can’t wake up for a day when he closes his eyes. Ben felt his coffin.

"Master..." He yelled softly.

The old man didn't sleep deeply today, so he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Is it all finished?"

Shubai nodded and said: "It's over."

The old man gave a hum, knocking on the cigarette stick in his hand, and his voice was dull and heavy: "It's fine when it's finished."

Shubai sighed and said: "Master, I was fascinated by revenge for the last two months. I squatted in that old man's house for nearly two months. I didn't respect you well. It was a waste of you to teach me martial arts. I want to understand. From now on, I will honor you, learn art honestly, and pass on your craftsmanship."

The old man shook his head and said: "There is nothing to learn. With your current martial arts, if you practice for a few years, it will not be a problem to open a martial arts gym in the city."

Shubai feels even more guilty, remembering the days when the old man taught his fist and footwork, and asked: "Is the master also a martial artist before?"

The old man just tapped the cigarette stick, and the crisp voice echoed in the lifeless room, as if the light outside was rain hanging under the eaves, no matter how strong the wind was, it could not blow in.

Seeing that Master did not answer, Shubai smiled and said to himself: "Master's bronze paintings are so wonderful and lifelike. I must have walked through many rivers and lakes when I was young, and I have seen many worlds. The monsters and ghosts on this, You can’t portray things you haven’t seen so vividly."

The old man smiled silently, and slowly said: "It's all hearsay. In the future, if you go out and take a look, you may also see many such stories."

Shubai replied and said: "Anyway, hatred can't be avenged. After An Anxin raises the old for Master, I will learn from the people of the rivers and lakes to walk the rivers and lakes with their swords on their backs and fight for justice.

It took a long time for the old man to reply: "I have told you a lot of stories over the years."

Shubai nodded and said, "Aren’t those stories true? There are gods in this world who have the power to move mountains and seas? And those great practitioners who dance knives and guns, they sound like those in the martial arts hall. There is no difference between the master and the master, how can you hit the river with one stick..." The old man couldn't help but laughed, and said: "Of course they are all fake, and only children like you, believe in."

Shubai scratched his head embarrassedly, and said, "I believe everything Master said."

The old man sighed and said: "What's more, the people in those stories are not really so powerful, even if they can cut a city with one sword and break a mountain with one sword, what about it? A strong man might It is possible to carry things that are several times heavier than him, but if you really encounter a power that is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than him, it is just like a person crushing an ant to death."

Shubai curiously said: "This is not great... Then how can it be great?"

The old man smiled and replied: "Of course it is to do the most powerful, then the most powerful."

Shubai also smiled: "Master, did you go to the temple when you were young? How do you talk like a monk."

The old man replied: "Am I wrong?"

Shubai replied: "It's true that it's wrong... but isn't this a nonsense?"

The old man stopped his hand hitting the cigarette stick and said, "The most powerful thing in this world is not the heavenly Lord? You've seen the heavenly Lord kill people, but who would dare to say that he is better than the heavenly Lord."

Shubai dissatisfied: "God is not really a person, and there is only one God, even if you don't agree with him, where can you find it?"

"No need to find..." The old man slowly said, "Enclose a piece of land, no one can enter, no one can enter, then you are the unique **** in this piece of land."

Shubai thought for a while and asked, "What happened to Master today? Why did you suddenly talk about this."

The old man smiled, and said nothing more, just said: "Let’s tell you a story today."

Shubai got a little more energetic, and said: "Master, you say, I'm listening."

The old man opened his eyes, looking at the light shining under the eaves, his eyes were in a daze, and he said: "A long, long time ago, there was a bone of a great demon, which gave birth to spiritual wisdom and regenerated a skeleton. , I have cultivated a complete monster, and I also obtained an isolated ancient book, which records a secret path. After it is cultivated, it can transform its skin and flesh. The bone monster is extremely talented and can change everything in just a few years..."

Shubai couldn't help asking: "The bones of a big monster are just as powerful... How amazing was that big monster during his lifetime."

The old man laughed and said: "The monster has been looking for his own body...but that bone is said to be hidden in a very secret place, buried thousands of feet underground. Ordinary people are not even qualified to fall into the abyss and commit suicide. It’s hard to find it. After he gave birth to Lingzhi and crawled out of the abyss, he couldn’t go back anymore. Later, the Bone Demon also made a fierce name and became a famous corpse demon, even if Some immortals of higher realm wanted to obliterate them, but because of their magical technique, they repeatedly failed, but suddenly one day, some rumors came out from somewhere. After those rumors, the monster was supposed to be a boneless corpse with a promising future. The devil finally caused a murder."

A rumor can kill an extremely high-level corpse demon?

Shubai didn't believe it, and asked: "What is the rumor?"

The old man slowly said: "The rumor is very simple. It is said that as long as the bone demon's backbone is used to make a thick soup, after drinking it, you can live forever."

Shubai laughed blankly: "How can there be such a thing in this world? Some people believe it?"

The old man sighed: "But many people believe..."

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On the opposite side of Ning Qinshui’s old house, several young people knocked on a dilapidated ancient door, shouting: "Wang Po Po, Po Wang... Can't sell lanterns today?"

Ning Changjiu opened the door and watched the scene from a distance. Until the young people left, the door of the old house was not knocked open.

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