Beyond the Divine States Chapter 126: : Hundreds of refinements become a sword

Ning Changlong stopped after speaking. He calmly watched Lu married, hoping that the other party could see a little sincerity in his eyes.

Lu Jia's marriage figure paused slightly. She stared at Ning Chang for a long time and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You can take a look at my body first."

"Who wants to watch..." Lu Jiajia frowned, looking at his indifferent gaze, hesitated for a while before he understood what he meant, Tankou lightly closed, feeling ashamed of what she had just thought, she was cold Facing down, said: "Come here."

Ning Changjiu walked to her.

Lu Jiajia raised his hand, and the silky slender fingers protruded from the sleeves of the cloud, the jade-like nails touched his brow, and then the belly of the finger was also gently pressed.

Lu Jiajia closed his eyes, his mind moved slightly, and his consciousness spread out, entering his body through his eyebrows, following his well-connected spiritual veins, passing through acupuncture points, and finally came to the core. The purple house is in the air.

The sea of ​​qi is like a pill, suspended between countless slender spiritual veins, like a ball of light densely covered with slender currents, while the purple house is like a purple flower blooming on a small ball, but there are only two flowers. The petals are like a closed door with golden light flowing behind the door.

Lu Jiajia's consciousness was standing in front of Qi Hai Zi Mansion, looking at the golden core-like Qi sea and the bottomless darkness inside, her consciousness stretched out and looked around.

Her teeth were slightly sinking, she couldn't help biting her soft red lips, and her cold and white face also showed a little bit of doubt. This doubt quickly turned into shock.

She once explored Ning Changjiu's body. The last time she saw it, within this body, the purple mansion’s air and sea were narrow, the spiritual veins were crowded, the orifices were broken, and it looked like the ruins of an ancient battlefield. There was a glimmer of hope for cultivating, but now that I look at it, it has been an earth-shaking change.

It's like an old tree that is about to die. I don't know what kind of sunshine and rain have been moistened. Not only does it pull out new branches and young leaves, but it also seems to be reversing more than a decade of time, just like a new life.

She felt that she had witnessed a miracle, and then her heart couldn't help but heat up.

Although his two acupoints in the Yunqi White Mansion have been destroyed more thoroughly, if there is such a supernatural good fortune, will there be a chance to recover in a short time?

With this thought, she seemed to hear her heartbeat that was a little uneasy and full of hope. After a long time, she slowly withdrew her hand, and the white cloud sleeves fell, covering the jade-like hands like green onions. Although the shock in her heart was earth-shaking, but her face was still cold and cold, and there was not much fluctuation in her expression.

Ning Changjiu asked: "How does Master feel?"

Lu Jiajia looked into his eyes and said: "This kind of transformation from decay into magical good fortune is indeed breathtaking."

Ning Changjiu looked at her pretending to be calm face, thinking that the Taoist realm has indeed risen a lot this month, but the changes in her heartbeat and breathing still exposed her emotions.

Ning Changjiu asked further: "How about Master's opinion?"

Lu Jia married Tankou halfway, originally wanted to agree directly, but glanced at Ning Xiaoling, who was sleeping with the quilt on the bed, and hesitated: "There is no room here. Xiaoling is already asleep, so don't I'm disturbing her, tomorrow."

Ning Changjiu said: "Where is Master's blue and white sedan chair?"

Lu Jia married and said: "Just outside the courtyard, it's just..."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Master does not want to let it go, let's talk about it later, not to mention this golden crow is my innate spirit, it may not be useful to other people."

Lu Jia's eyes flickered and said: "If you really want to try, it's okay to come with me in the blue and white sedan chair, just don't disturb Xiaoling and Xianger."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Healing is an ordinary thing, but it is not plausible to cover up."

Lu married and said: "She is your fiancee after all in name."

Ning Changjiu smiled and looked at her, and said: "Master is unwilling to treat it. It's getting late. Let's rest early and leave for the peak tomorrow."

"No..." Lu Jiajia wanted to say something but stopped. She looked at Ning Changjiu’s lightly smiling eyes, knowing that he was waiting for her to ask him for treatment. Although she had many worries in her heart, she was about The desire to repair the acupoint is still higher than anything else.

Ning Changjiu saw her not talking, and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Lu Jia's marrying ears are reddish, and she quickly remembered the identity between them, her eyebrows were raised, and she said with a slight dignity: "Then listen to the disciple, try it."

Speaking, she directly grabbed Ning Changjiu's wrist and pulled him outside the house, and the two of them walked silently towards the blue and white sedan chair.

The sedan chair with white gauze and light curtains stood still in the night. Lu Jiajia opened the sedan curtain and let Ning Changjiu go in.

The small sedan chair is not very spacious. After Lu Jiajia entered through the sedan curtain, the two of them faced each other in the night, and they were very close together, so they could hear each other's breathing.

Lu Jia married sitting in the sedan chair, turned his back, and said: "There are laborious people."

Ning Changjiu gave a hum, with a move of thought, the door of the Purple Mansion opened, and golden lights were condensed in front of him. Those golden lights, like soft feathers, condensed into the shape of a three-legged golden crow, the golden crow. The feathers are dark gold introverted, and the feet are as thin as grass. The five crown feathers on the top of the head are like slender petals that are curled up. They stood on Ning Changjiu's shoulders, emitting a faint golden light, and falling on the snow-white back of Lu Jiajia's neck.

Lu Jiajia felt the temperature behind her, and that temperature brought an unspeakable softness, like an invisible support on her back, letting her tight body relax a little bit.

The back of the married couple is tighter again, because Ning Changjiu’s hand has stretched out and pressed it on her back, groping a little along her beautiful back, looking for the cloud and white mansion. Location, the two Daoqiao acupuncture points are located slightly above the waist. When Ning Changjiu's hand swept over the waist, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Xianger, and there was some worry in his heart. Fortunately, although Lu Jiajia's body was tighter , But pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a while, Lu Jiajia snorted suddenly.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Here?"

Lu Jiajia nodded. She couldn't be more familiar with where she was injured.

Ning Changjiu gently rubbed his clothes across the clothes, confirming that this is the location of Yunqiqiao acupoint, while Baifuqiao acupoint is a little lower.

Ning Changjiu's fingers pressed slightly, sinking into the tight skin, Lu Jiajia gritted her teeth and snorted painfully.

If the golden crow is spiritual, he leaped from his shoulder and gently jumped onto the back of his hand, with strands of golden silk thread running along his fingers, like water little by little. Extending, part of it is isolated by clothes, and part of it penetrates into the skin.

The short stabbing pain made Lu Jiajia convulse all over, her hands on her knees suddenly clenched into fists, and her nails squeezed her palms hard.

The pain of piercing the body quickly dissipated. She relaxed a little bit, closed her eyes, and her perception in the dark became more acute. The light that penetrated into the body was like the warmest water, pouring little by little into the breakage. In her acupuncture point, flowing through the narrow and broken wall of that acupuncture point, a little bit of nourishment and warmth to her body and mind.

She feels that her perception has never been so sharp. With her eyes closed and her consciousness unfolded, she can clearly feel any wind and grass around her—breathing, heartbeat, the angle of the wind blowing the curtain. , The subtle changes in the strength of the fingers, everything seems to be clear.

And with her perception is her body, her body that has always been cool is centered on the broken acupuncture point, a little bit of heat, her breathing is a little heavier, and her cheeks gradually become new. Lulu, she silently recited the Qingxin scriptures in her heart, trying to dispel these temperatures with her mind.

She is extremely sensitive at the moment, so she is very afraid of Ning Changjiu's fingers moving, but fortunately, Ning Changjiu is dedicated to healing herself, pointing her fingers to the exact position of the cloud, without moving.

She relaxed a little, and it didn't take long for her soft body to stretch like a bow again.

"How do you feel, Master?" Ning Changjiu leaned forward, leaned closer to her ear, and asked softly.

This was originally just a simple questioning, but at this moment, she can feel the airflow caused by the other party’s words when she strokes her ears. Her ears are like ice carved and jade, and her small earlobes are exquisitely clear and glowing. The amber-like color, the heat rose at the moment, her body moved slightly, and an unspeakable feeling came from the depths of her own. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to rub her ears, and whispered softly: "Speak further away. "

Ning Changjiu was slightly taken aback, and said: "Didn't you say not to disturb other people?"

Lu Jiajia pursed her lower lip, and said: "The blue and white sedan chair has a natural isolation function. Just speak normally."

Ning Changjiu hummed, adding some strength between his fingers, the golden crow turned into golden light and entangled between his fingers, pressing that place to squeeze incessantly, Lu Jia married the sea in the heart of the lake, but his face was strong. Self-compression, fingers pinched a handprint of sitting and meditation between the knees to stop the swaying mind.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Changjiu released his finger.

Lu Jia married a loose body, leaned forward, almost hitting the sedan chair with her forehead. She supported her hand, exhaled heat from her lips, raised her other hand and sucked the fine sweat from her forehead, and she realized that , The clothes on his back were also mostly wet.

"You golden crow...what exactly is it?" Lu Jiajia couldn't help but ask.

Ning Changjiu wiped his fingers, and the golden light entwined between his fingers once again turned into a golden crow and leaped on his shoulder, with three thin feet standing side by side, like a long inverted triangle.

Ning Changjiu said: "The red sunrise, the black air is condensed, as big as money, living in the center of Japan, it is the golden crow."

Lu Jia married: "I didn't ask this."

Ning Changjiu said: "The innate spirits in the whole world have their own wonderful things. You are practicing Taoism at the top of the mountain all the year round. Your body is yin and cold. It should be where the breath of your body collides with the breath of the Golden Crow."

Lu Jiajia did not approve of this explanation. She felt that her body had changed in some way, but she couldn't tell what it was.

Ning Changjiu said: "How about feeling your body?"

Lu Jiajia nodded, she sighed, her breath surging, and her aura came out of her breath, climbing upward, but the look of expectation on her face soon turned into disappointment.

She could clearly feel that when the spiritual energy passed through the Yunqi Aperture Point, she still encountered a strange peak blocking the way, and there was hardly any improvement.

Only when the fire in his heart appeared a little light, he was ruthlessly pinched out. Lu Jiajia sighed softly, and slowly shook his head and said: "It's not getting better."

Ning Changjiu was equally surprised. He looked at the Golden Crow on his back, wondering in his heart that his body is far worse than Lu Jiajia, but the Golden Crow can be cured, why can't she? Could it be said that his body was just a blindfold before, and the appearance of the Golden Crow melted the veil that had been placed on the body in the past?

Lu Jiajia turned her back to him and couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could clearly feel her loss, which made him feel disappointed. He comforted: "There is always a way."

Lu Jiajia gently nodded and said: "Thanks for your hard work. After you return to the peak, the sword test will be held in the early spring. Get ready. It shouldn't be difficult to get a good ranking with your current qualifications."

Ning Changjiu was still puzzled, and asked: "Would you like to try again? It might have been separated by clothes..."

Lu Jiajia interrupted: "No need, rest early."

When Ning Changjiu left the blue and white sedan chair, at the corner, the girl who knew when to put on a dark robe stood quietly, the gold-painted real dragon's scales and claws flying up, diving into the night She had a heroic eyebrow, she glanced at him from a distance, then turned and walked into the shadow behind the corner.

Ning Changjiu also looked at that place with a heart, but there was no figure, only the shadow of the tree on the blue-gray wall was swaying with the wind.

He still doesn't know that the shadow of the breezy tree will always sway in his memory. After many years of thinking about it, he was shocked to realize that this missed glance was almost an eternal goodbye.

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On the bank of Linhe City, in a back alley, Shubai was finally discovered by a few officers and soldiers.

He broke his arm, his clothes were soaked with blood, and his skinny face was also covered with blood, almost blocking his nose and mouth. When they first saw him, several officers and soldiers thought he was dead.

After they lifted him up, they found that the young man still had a breath, his chapped lips flapped, and a name was repeated in his throat with difficulty, although the owner of that name had turned into ashes.

Several officers and soldiers hurriedly carried him to the military doctor's office to treat his wounds. Even though the accompanying military doctor had seen many soldiers who had broken limbs and arms who were struggling to survive, they still ate the young man with his broken body soaked in blood. Shocked, he bandaged the boy while saying that there must be a blessing to survive a catastrophe.

It's just that his body has been shattered so badly that there is no longer any possibility of monasticism.

He was not injured by Mrs. Bai, but when he was out of balance on the other side, he was considered by this "sickly ill" man to be a container of strength, and then his body was broken, if not for a long time. When the flying formation arrives in time, he will explode and die.

He will wake up in three days, but after that he seems to have lost the ability to speak, he just silently tied the knife to his left hand, and left silently one day, not knowing where he was going.

In the early morning, when Ning Changjiu woke up, Zhao Xianger was gone. In her room, the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, and the room was very clean.

Ning Changjiu looked around the empty house and closed the door, feeling a little empty in his heart.

He looked around the courtyard with all the collapsed walls, recalling everything this month, it was a bit like a world away.

He walked out of the house onto the empty street, then turned and walked to the other side.

The only bridge in the city is still being repaired, and now only a few bundles of logs are used to connect the two ends, and the yellow spring at the tail is restored to its original appearance. Water from the Shahe River poured in and gurgled through the city.

Ning Changjiu crossed the long river and walked into an abandoned small attic.

"Who are you!" As soon as he entered the door, he heard a suppressed exclamation from the room.

Ning Changjiu stopped, he looked around, looked at the closed doors and windows, the falling curtains, and finally looked at the bottom of the table, where a girl in plain clothes was curled up with a black cloth blindfolded.

"The Heiwu named Han Fu saved your life." Ning Changjiu said, "Let me go."

The girl touched the blindfolded black cloth on her face and asked in a low voice: "Han Fu? Who is he...?"

Except for the instincts related to life and death, she almost forgot everything.

Ning Changjiu took out a small porcelain bottle and said: "Your body is too weak now. I will send you back when you are recuperating. The gloomy quality of this sandy water fits your body. You will be able to cultivate and cultivate in the future. This river is a river god, so it’s good not to do evil."

The girl hesitated for a while, took off the black cloth on her face, looked at the white porcelain vial in his hand, and shrank in fear.

Ning Changjiu was not embarrassed, but just put the bottle on the ground. After a long time, the girl whispered: "Don't lie to me."

Ning Changjiu said: "This is what I promised to impermanence, and I won't regret it."

Although she can't remember who Heiwuchang is, she feels inexplicably relieved when she hears this name. After hesitating for a while, she turns into a blue smoke and plunges into the bottle. Ning Changjiu puts the porcelain bottle into her sleeve. , Exited the house.

Outside the old house, the blue and white sedan chair has floated into the air.

"Returning to the peak." Lu Jiajia opened the curtains, she was sleepless all night, her face could not hide her exhaustion.

Ning Xiaoling was also sitting in the sedan chair, beckoning to the senior in excitement.

Ning Changjiu said: "Wait, I have something else."

After a while, he led a little boy to Lu Jiajia and asked: "A disciple who can't practice, will Wai Feng accept it?"

Lu Jiajia thinks that you don’t have enough success, so why do you keep making problems for me?

She sighed and said: "Even if you accept it, you can't practice, but you will have limited achievements. Being among the monks, it will be easy to feel inferior over time."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Why don't you take Waifeng first, I will find a way to find him a martial artist."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Do you value him so much?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I think he has a good heart."

Lu Jiajia thought about what the story should be, and did not ask further, and agreed: "Fortunately, Waifeng's teaching is quite accomplished in **** and swordsmanship, he can go and listen first to lay the foundation."

The nervous Ding Leshi breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at this beautiful Sword Fairy sister and bowed earnestly: "Thank you Master Master."

When I heard this title, Lu Jiajia felt like he was a hundred years old.

Ning Changjiu patted his head and said: "This kid has always been very polite."

Lu Jiajia sneered.

So the blue and white sedan chair became more crowded.

The three of them sat side by side, while Ding Leshi sat on the floor of the sedan chair obediently.

Ning Xiaoling asked Lu Jiajia about the legend of the Lord of the Kingdom of God. Yesterday Lu Jiajia told her the myths about Tishan, Baizang, and Weifu. When she dreamed, she also dreamed of those gods and evil spirits. The appearance is still unfinished.

Lu Jia married and said: "The three people who are behind the help are Lei Lao, Quan Lin, Tian Ji. According to rumors, the Lei Lao is in the shape of a dragon and has three poems, and its kingdom of God is hidden in the legend. In the market..."

Lu Jiajia followed the records in the myth and strange story, Ning Xiaoling listened intently, showing horror or sigh from time to time.

The blue and white sedan chair crossed the mountains and plains, and the deserted plains that had come, have now grown many tender yellow grasses.

The peaks are like a screen, and the blue-and-white sedan chair sailing through the waves like a flying boat opened Ding Leshi’s eyes. He was both scared and happy. He just thought that he couldn’t practice and would never be able to travel from the sky like this in the future. It is inevitable to lose.

Amidst the conversation, the blue and white sedan chair flew over the field and finally came to the place of the Four Peaks.

The peach curtain was gently opened, and the small sedan stepped into it. The foreground of the eye suddenly changed. The four familiar peaks stood before them like swords, and they looked like wild cranes passing by.

The blue and white sedan chair stopped halfway up the mountain and was placed in a natural grotto. They first took the Ding Le stone down the mountain and sent it to the outer peak for practice.

Although this is not in compliance with the rules, Lu Jiajia, as the master of Yifeng, is still the master of these small things, but it is not the right time for her to go today. She sent Ding Leshi into the Waifeng Sword. After the hall, suddenly an old man in Mai Ruxue walked in. He and Lu Jiajia glanced at each other, and both were surprised at each other.

"Yan Feng?" Lu Jiajia recognized the other party.

The old man in front of him is Yan Zhou’s younger brother, but his talent is far less than Yan Zhou. He was only promoted to the long-lived state ten years ago, and has been retreating in Hidden Peak since then. She almost forgot his existence until When I met today, I suddenly remembered.

The old man named Yan Feng stroked his beard and smiled: "Why, the little girl is so hard after she became the master of the peak, even the uncle of the voice won't call it?"

Lu Jiajia's face is gloomy.

Yan Feng glanced at the disciple next to her, and said, "These two are your newly acquired disciples? This young girl seems to have good talents, but this kid seems to be unable to practice cultivation, how can this be able to enter the sky? Kufeng? I haven’t seen it for a few years. Is my peak so instructable?"

Lu Jiajia knew that the relationship between Master and him was not good, and even the death of Master had something to do with him. She had no good feelings for him, and said coldly: "What do you want to say?" /

Yan Feng smiled, and said: "When you reached the peak, I knew that you would be able to excel in the future. It's just that after more than ten years, how come you claim to be a rare genius in a century, and now you only have the strength in the long-lived state? This sword spirit is only so in the same body, and this realm is not worthy of the name of the peak master, right?"

Lu Jiamarry is horrified. When the other party meets, he can see through his own realm. This shows that he should have taken a big step in the past ten years of retreat. It is just that the weather has not been achieved and it is not enough for Zi Ting, but at least it is half of Zi Ting's. Strength.

When Ning Changjiu saw the old man for the first time, he knew that he had no good intentions. Now he is even more certain that he wants to grab the position of peak master when he leaves the barrier.

Ning Xiaoling on the side looked at Master nervously, a little worried.

Waifeng's teaching was also shocked by this sudden scene. He didn't know what to do. He knew that after the peak master returned from the imperial city, the realm would not advance and retreat. Now he is definitely not the old man's opponent.

At this moment, many disciples of Waifeng gathered outside the sword hall. They stood outside the door and looked inside nervously. They didn’t know what was happening inside, but they all cast their eyes on the rare peak. Lord Lord, everyone was shocked to be banished immortals.

Lu Jia married: "The position of the peak master is passed down to me by the master. You are the elder of the peak. I would like to respect you, but if you are not insulting anymore, don't blame me for not reading the friendship between the masters."

Yan Feng looked at her and laughed loudly. He looked out the door, looked at the young girls who gathered, and smiled: "The peak master of the long-lived realm, this has not been since the opening of the mountain by Tianzong. Have you ever? I'm not going around with you girl. If you hand over the position of the peak master today, you will still have your place on Tiankufeng, otherwise, don't blame me for bullying the younger generation and preventing you from coming to the stage."

Ning Xiaoling was furious when she heard it, and took a step forward, saying: "You are an old and disrespectful shameless villain who deserves to be compared with Master?"

Yan Feng smiled and looked at Ning Xiaoling, and said: "The juniors nowadays are really getting more and more irrational. Master Daifeng really taught me nothing."

Lu Jiama's face was gloomy, and said: "The position of the peak master can never be handed over. If you want to take it, you can do it."

Yan Feng seems to have been waiting for these words for a long time, and he said: "Since the peak master said so, then my sword is no longer an infighting, right?"

It seems that he is afraid that Lu will retreat when he marries. He has already condensed a sword when he speaks, and that sword is filled with the cultivation of the peak of the longevity realm, which seems to be virtual and real, with a long aura.

He concluded that it would never be possible for Lu to marry the current state of this sword.

Ning Changjiu stared at this sword and found it quite tricky.

The tables and chairs in the sword hall were divided into two halves in an instant. Between Yan Feng's fingers, the bright sword light was cut out instantly. This is a sword he has cultivated for decades. Lu Jia married must be seriously injured.

It's just that his smile quickly [the eighth district www.yeyin8.com] freezes on his face, and the next moment, he retreats quickly and suddenly knocks out the door several feet.

Yan Feng looked up in amazement, looking at Lu's marriage, his face was full of incredible color.

Lu Jiajia did not draw the sword. She drew a "one" with her finger before she was alive. A virtual sword learned from the old fox was instantly condensed. This virtual sword not only cut through Yan Feng's sword, but even Taking advantage of the victory, he pushed him back dozens of feet.

"How... how is it possible?" Yan Feng clutched his chest, a pool of blood in his palm.

Lu Jiajia looked at his sword-like fingers, and frowned.

She knows that although this virtual sword is powerful, it is by no means Yan Feng's opponent now. When she took out the sword, she also had the heart to lose.

But the moment she drew the sword, she suddenly felt that the sword intent all over her body was incomparably mellow, even worse than when she half-stepped in the purple court, as if she is now a real sword out of its sheath. It's the real harmony of humans and swords.

Although Yan Feng's sword has a terrifying momentum, it can still only be destroyed by a sword in front of this natural virtual sword!

Ning Xiaoling jumped up in excitement, shouting the name of Master, extremely happy, the disciples outside the sword hall cheered after being surprised, thinking that Master is really a fairy-like character, this old man let it go for a long time. Then, it turned out to be a paper tiger, and it was so vulnerable in front of the master. They are full of expectations for joining the inner peak practice in the future.

Lu Jiajia raised his head and looked at the sword wound on Yan Feng's chest. He suddenly remembered something, and looked at Ning Changjiu, who also looked at her with a heart.

They thought of going somewhere.

Although the Golden Crow didn’t help her repair her acupuncture points, the hot sun burned her whole body, quenching her body like pig iron, further forging her original physique of the same body as a sword spirit, closer to a real sword body. ! At this moment, she stands in white clothes and is a long sword with a sharp edge like snow. If her realm is sufficient, she can even become the sharpest one among the Four Peaks!

Lu Jiajia's heart is hot, but now everyone is watching, and it is inconvenient to thank his apprentice directly.

Ning Changjiu smiled heartily, bowed a bow, and shouted: "Congratulations, Master, to the next level."

But Lu Jiajia could clearly see from his eyes that he was talking about: Forging the sword does not happen overnight, will it continue in the future?

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(There was an error in yesterday's chapter, but the editor was off on weekends and there was no way to modify it. I hereby explain: The order of the three kingdoms after the sinner is Tishan, Baizang, and Yunfu. Yesterday, we missed a Tishan)

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