Beyond the Divine States Chapter 128: : A late-night visit to the wedding

Yan Zhou’s swordsmanship is very strange. At this moment, his left foot is on the ground, and the other foot is on the knee of this foot. His body is leaning back exaggeratedly, his snow-white beard and hair drooping, like a drinker, and his hands There was no flask, only a long sword, and the long sword passed by, and the body of the sword was slightly bent, and the whole person was like an arched bridge.

This posture did not last long. Yan Zhou's body slammed, like an Arhat in his sleep, changing his moves, twisting and spinning his body, his robe cut like a knife, and with a sound of brushing, he was exhausted. Falling down, the long sword in his hand walked through a weird trajectory and was held in his arms. Although he was leaning back, his shirt was always at a distance from the ground.

Ning Changjiu felt that this sword pile was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Then Yan Zhou touched the ground and let go of his hands.

Ning Changjiu thought it was a new sword move. After pondering for a while, he discovered that the old man had really fallen asleep, and the murderous intent on his body had disappeared like wine, and the murderous sword intent that hooked his heart was also like that. It has never been the same.

Ning Changjiu pondered for a while, and set up the sword stake after imitating his actions just now, but he has no idea about the circulation of mind mantras and spiritual energy. Although the actions can be imitated almost similarly, the sword energy 'S spirit is completely different.

He tried a few more times, and then gave up, thinking about waiting for Yan Zhou to wake up before asking about it.

He looked around, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked towards the outside of Shuge.

It was late at night, and there were lights on the walls of the four inner peaks, and there were occasional lights in the wing of each disciple, and it was generally quiet.

Ning Changjiu walked back to the house and lit a lamp.

There are still manuscripts from the time when Ning Xiaoling was taught literacy a month ago. He stretched out his hand and read the rice paper filled with words, recalling the bits and pieces of that period, and couldn’t help it. Smiled.

There is no need to teach Ning Xiaoling to read, he can have more time to practice, and his life is much quieter, but this quietness is lonely.

He remembered the twenty-four years of Qingxiu in the previous life, and laughed at himself, thinking that it is true that a cultivator should not enter the mortal world. He has only been reincarnated for half a year, and he has become so unbearable and lonely. Like the pure-hearted self in the past.

Or maybe you are who you are now?

He didn't want to think deeply.

Ning Changjiu raised his head, the moon in the sky was hidden by stratus clouds, and the edge of the evening clouds was faintly bright.

Suddenly, the evening clouds were torn apart by the sudden gale, and the bright moon was revealed, drawing out a moonlight before the case.

On a whim, he took out the black iron-like dead branch from the pile of debris, placed it on the table and looked at it. Suddenly there was a guess in his heart, and he muttered: "Toad Palace Zhegui?" /

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Outside the main hall of the peak, the winter snow has not yet melted, and a tall and slender woman walks out of the dark hall. She is holding a sword, with long hair without hairpins, and her hair is softly fluttering in the night breeze. , And she was rarely covered in a black robe, and her gentle and cold face was even more tranquil by the black robe.

At the top of the sky cave, Lu Jia married under the sky full of sword stars. She looked at the silent sword stars, and suddenly there was sword light on her waist pouring out like a clear spring.

The clouds covering the moon dissipated in a flash, the moonlight shone unobstructed, and the sky and the earth were clear.

In the soft moon shadow, the light and shadow on the top of the peak danced, and hundreds of sword lights appeared at the same time, like a king feasting in the court, and a slender singer dancing together.

Thousands of erratic lights rise in the moonlight, and then die out in the moonlight. The sword gas turns into clear water and flows into the sheath. All the urging and condensing of the sword gas is almost completed in an instant, almost inconceivable. , And her sword skirt, the shining light flowing like a substance, every sword aura that is purely like a moonlight is a sword intent that comes out naturally.

She has a sword in her hand, and her body and mind are also swords.

The flow of spiritual power when she draws the sword, even bypassing the acupuncture points that should be the only way to go, every sword comes from the heart, simply and neatly, the speed of her sword and the essence of the sword intent Pure, even worse than in the past half-step in the purple court.

She looked at the white snow and bright moon in the night, at the peaks and wilderness in the distance, an aura of sword heart seemed to be able to communicate with all things.

After a long time, the sword light on the peak was completely annihilated. She stood in the snow and moonlight, but her sight could not catch her like the fairy concubine of Toad Palace, because she was not only the same body as the sword and spirit, but the body. The sword is the same as everything.

She kept this state and walked out towards the inner peak, her lips pressed from time to time, and the eyes under the eyelashes struggling to flicker, as if she was making some determination.

She knew that her sword-spirit body had not yet reached a true fit.

The forging body last night was a sword, in a sense it was just the beginning.

Her physique and sword spirit have unknowingly entered a brand new world, and the tip of the iceberg revealed in this world has already surprised her. If she thoroughly refines the sword spirit with the same body, truly Turned into a peerless weapon, how shocking and terrifying her sword intent would be?

This is something she never dared to think about on the path of monasticism in the past.

She was painstakingly suppressing her emotions, but this temptation still surfaced from time to time, shaking her heart.

"Ning Changjiu...Who are you on earth?"

She walked outside the entrance of an inner peak, but suddenly stopped. The state of assimilation to all things was naturally relieved, and the moonlight fell back on her body, the swordsman swayed, and the jade looks like snow, she sighed lightly. With a sound, he finally turned and left, walked back to the peak master hall, and lay down quietly on the cold jade couch, causing his slightly warm body to gradually lose its temperature.

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In the early morning, the sword hall started again, and Ning Changjiu sat next to Ning Xiaoling as always.

He closed his eyes for a while and looked at the dark table and ruler in front of the sword hall, as well as the long screen bookshelf with ancient charm. His eyes fell on the painting of the black screen screen. It was the first time he came. When he was in the sword hall, he felt that there was something hidden in the paintings on the three screens. Looking at it today, he felt a little deeper.

The paintings are all made by the same person, and the ink technique of the paintings hides some sword intent.

This sword intent is not deliberately displayed, but is naturally revealed by the painter due to the high level of realm, especially the first picture of a wild man riding an elephant and a snake demon and the third picture of a ten thousand sword rising into the air and slashing the nine-headed monster. The sword qi exuded is particularly harsh.

He can also recognize that this sword intent is the same as the sword intent contained in the sword star.

Lu Jiajia came from outside the door, his footsteps were silent, like snow blowing into the hall.

Ning Changjiu retracted his gaze from the screen and fell on her.

Because of years of pursuing repairs, Lu Jiajia has a cold and quiet temperament and does not eat fireworks. At this moment, the realm is higher, and Zhong Ling's figure is even more dusty.

When the young girl in the sword hall saw her, she unconsciously held her breath. It was not fear, but Jianxin surrendered subconsciously.

Lu Jiajia pulled the ruler as always, and bells rang in the four corners of the room. No one was late today, and the morning class started as usual.

Everyone chanted the Sword Sutra first, and Ning Changjiu sat beside Ning Xiaoling, watching the appearance of the younger sister looking up and reading seriously for a while, and was very pleased. They also grabbed the book and read it pretentiously.

Many of these books on swordsmanship and theory are written from large and empty places. The person who wrote the book probably has not been above the five realms, so they are mostly conjectures about the higher realm of swordsmanship. Many of these inferences seem to be justified by ordinary ascetics, but in his eyes they are very eye-catching fallacies.

The theories such as "the sword comes out of the sixteen apertures" and "the sword qi is hidden in the secluded and originated in the Ming" in this sword scripture are all undesirable in his opinion.

After reciting the Sword Sutra, Lu Jiajia happened to explain to the disciples the origin of "the sword comes from the sixteen orifices."

There are a total of 72 spiritual orifices available for cultivation, of which the sixteen acupuncture points are the most fierce and fierce. Almost all the spiritual power running routes of all the sword moves of the Sword Tianzong are in these sixteen swords. In the mid-flow deduction, there was no way to pass through the sixteen spirit orifices' sword energy to be sharp and fast enough to span ten feet, one hundred feet, or even thousands of miles to kill demons.

When Lu Jiajia finished explaining this theory, the morning class was over. After the children got up to salute and thanked Master for giving the lesson, they got up one after another and walked in the direction of the sword hall.

Lu Jiajia also walked out of the sword hall, and Ning Changjiu followed.

Lu Jiajia's pace stopped slightly, and her voice was unhappy: "What's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu asked softly: "Why didn't you come last night?"

Lu Jiajia's eyebrows trembled, her eyes flickered, and she looked around for a while. Although some disciples cast strange gazes here, no one should have heard what he was talking about.

Lu Jiajia immediately set up the sword domain to invisible isolation, and said: "I am the peak master, I am going to the disciple's wing, what is it like?"

Ning Changjiu thought he understood, so he asked tentatively: "Should I come to the Peak Master Hall?"

Lu Jiajia looked slightly embarrassed, "You don't have to worry about me so much."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Then Mrs. Lu, don't worry."

After speaking, Ning Changjiu walked towards the inner peak.

In Lu Jiajia's heart, the sound of Miss Lu lingers strangely...Miss Lu? What does he mean? Is the name of this master and apprentice so unreliable?

A white robe disappeared in the corner of the eaves, Lu Jiajia snorted and walked towards the sword field.

In the sword hall, Le Rou tried his best to ignore the disgusting young man who didn't know why he was harassing Master. She kept her eyes on Master's wonderful figure, holding her face, her expression intoxicated.

Ning Xiaoling packed up the books and walked past her with a sword.

"Hey, wait." Le Rou stopped her suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling was a little surprised, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Le Rou asked mysteriously: "Sister Xiaoling, I heard that you are from Linhe City?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded.

Le Rou asked: "I heard that the city is already a ghost town. What happened inside? How did you come out?"

Ning Xiaoling thought for a while, and said: "There was a bone banshee who wanted to destroy the entire city, and then my senior brother, and the female emperor sister of Zhao Guo, worked together to defeat the big monster. "

Ning Xiaoling’s concise and concise words make her face full of excitement. Although she has killed some small undead since she started practicing Taoism, the ghosts and ghosts who have not reached the profound knowledge are broken at the touch of a touch. There is really no challenge. Sex, although there are legends about the big demon everywhere, if it is implemented, she has never seen it.

Although Linhe City is remote, the whole city was shrouded in darkness for a month. This incident still caused a lot of trouble. Many rumors spread from ten to ten, and the evils were extremely evil. Ning Xiaoling, as a party in Linhe City, caused a lot of trouble. Has attracted the interest of many people.

As soon as Le Rou asked, many disciples who hadn't left in the room leaned over, wanting to hear Ning Xiaoling's story.

Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by everyone, a little nervous, she looked at Le Rou’s cheerful and charming face, moisturized her throat, and said: "That skull demon is said to be derived from the wreckage of the Southern Desolation Abyss. Monster. She is a banshee and looks like..."

"Vicious and evil?"

"He looks very beautiful, very coquettish, like an oiran in the attic." Ning Xiaoling said.

"It's so... by the way, the empress of Zhao is also with you? I heard that she is a very beautiful woman in the world, she is the embryo of a rare beauty in the world, is she fame or..." Yun Ze stood aside Interrupted and asked.

"His Royal Highness Xiang'er should be much better than the rumors." Ning Xiaoling convinced.

"Is there such a disaster to the country and the people? How does it compare to the master?"

"..." Ning Xiaoling said with no exception: "Master, of course, is the most beautiful in the world."

Yun Ze was very satisfied with this answer and said: "So what is good about Zhao Xianger, who is indulging in power? It is said that there is still a fiance, who is like our master, who is dedicated to the Tao and does not get the dust of the world. Is the real person among the gods!"

"..." Ning Xiaoling didn't know whether to tell them or not. The brother was Zhao Xianger's fiancé.

Le Rou waved her hand and said: "Don't make any noise. Listening to the stories told by Junior Sister Xiaoling, I didn't expect that we have been practicing for so many years, so we might not be as knowledgeable as Sister Xiaoling in a month."

Ning Xiaoling hesitated: "Go to the Yuntai Sword Field first, or the master will be angry if you are late."

Le Rou went home for a month of domineering blessings, and was very slack in practicing swordsmanship. At this moment, she suddenly realized that she yelled and said: "Go to the sword field first, let's talk about it on the way."

"Ah...um." Ning Xiaoling was picked up by her, and walked out the door surrounded by the disciples, as if she was already a man of the wind in the peak.

Le Rou asked as she walked: "Junior Sister, my level should have risen a lot this month, right?"

Ning Xiaoling was afraid of hitting her too much, and said: "It's a bit up."

On weekdays, Le Rou would definitely feel uncomfortable in her heart, but everyone knows about Linhe City. It is normal for Ning Xiaoling to survive a catastrophe and get some afterthoughts. She didn't take it too seriously, and continued to question Linhe at that time. What happened in the city.

Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by everyone, and her eyes were focused on her face. She was a little nervous at first, but the experience of being the focus of the crowd gave her a little bit of confidence. Her breathing calmed down. What happened in Linhe City at that time, she was afraid to scare everyone, and reduced the combat power of Madam White a little, but because of that, many people still don't believe that there are such powerful monsters in the world.

Build the kingdom of God? How can a mere evildoer build things like the kingdom of God that exists in mythology?

Le Rou has some admiration for Madam Bai, and feels that if she is not a villain, she should be the most powerful person.

"By the way, Ning Changjiu...what did he do in the city?" Le Rou asked suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly hesitated, she was not sure what the brother was thinking, whether to hide the clumsy or...

Seeing her expression, Le Rou has already taken the lead in helping her to make a conclusion: "We all know that Junior Brother Ning has a mediocre cultivation level, but it is not easy for him to survive in such a crisis. Of course we will not be because This laughs at him."

Ning Xiaoling didn't know what she thought of, so she hummed softly before agreeing: "Yes, brother is the most useless."

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Ning Changjiu went to the inner peak to practice as always. He swallowed and refined all the spirit fruit spirit pills he took out yesterday, and out of curiosity in his heart, he went to the abyss of the hidden peak and took a long look, and then went to Instructing Nan Cheng to practice, Nan Cheng's talent and perseverance are very good, and Ning Changjiu is more satisfied with this disciple who inadvertently accepted.

Before the spirit fruit in the Nancheng C-shaped jade plate was finished, he felt that he would insist on guiding him in his practice.

After the guidance was over, after Nan Cheng thanked him convincingly, Ning Chang remembered something, put up the weird sword stand in Yan Zhou’s dream that he saw last night, and asked: "Have you seen such a sword move? ?"

Nan Cheng looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said: "I haven't seen it before, this...is this clan system?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head without saying much.

At night, he returned to the book pavilion again, and found that Yan Zhou had put out a sword stand that was completely different from last night, except that the sword stand was the same as last night, and there was a weird breath all over his body.

It's just that when he set up these sword stands, he was no longer the old man who was about to die, but exuded a one-shot decisive decisiveness.

After setting up a few sword stands, Yan Zhou hugged the sword again and fell asleep.

Ning Changjiu took down these sword stands, left the book pavilion, and returned to the wing room.

He opened the door, his eyes flickered, and a dark shadow flashed before him.

"Who?" Ning Changjiu asked softly.

A figure in a black robe about the same height as himself stood in front of him and made a silent gesture. Ning Changjiu recognized her identity and smiled and said: "The disciple Ning Changjiu visits Master."

Lu Jiajia took off the hood that was covering her head, and the green silk fell down. Her face without powder was clear and clear in the night. She looked at Ning Changjiu and pressed her soft red lips, as if she had something in her heart. Kan, his expression was still a bit struggling.

She doesn't know what she should count as such behavior now, a disciple in a late night private meeting?

She didn't change her expression, and gave a hum, and asked: "Where did you go before?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Walk around in the peak...I don't know if you came so early, or I will come back earlier."

Lu Jiajia did not ask any further questions. She uncomfortably took off the black outer robe, and whispered: "Go ahead."

Ning Changjiu said: "Master, please go to bed."

Lu Jiajia didn't know if he said this intentionally or unintentionally, bit his lip lightly, and walked to the bed.

Ning Changjiu wanted to light up the lamp, but Lu Jiajia stopped him. She pursed her lips and silently removed her shoes and socks. She stretched her tight and slender legs on the bed. She pulled over the quilt and covered it like a string of pearls. Even the matte jade feet whispered softly: "I have work."

Ning Changjiu sat cross-legged behind her, rubbing her beautiful jade back with her fingers, looking for the location of Yunqi and Baifu.

Lu Jia married and said: "No need to look for it."

"Huh?"

"Since it is a sword, no matter where it is, it should be the same." Lu Jiajia said.

Ning Changjiu felt that it made sense, so he put his finger in the center of her back.

With a movement, the Golden Crow flew out of the purple mansion, pointed it leapingly, and turned into golden fireworks, attached to her fingers, pouring the power of golden light along her back, and Lu married her body tightly. The jade feet like a bow tightened instantly, and the toes like a pearl jade clasped all of a sudden, she snorted softly, steadying her mind.

The skin quickly turned from cool to hot. She felt that her body was like a stove, and all her swordsmanship was thrown into this stove, repeatedly forging to remove impurities.

Soon, fine beads of sweat emerged from her body, and the tangled green silks stuck to the reddish cheeks, like clouds on the horizon after a spring rain.

Her slender and slightly curled eyelashes kept trembling, and she felt the place where Ning Changjiu’s fingers were resting behind her, as if he had opened a hole, and countless flame waves poured in from it, after entering her body , Suddenly turned into the temperature that burned the whole body, this kind of temperature was not too hot, but it made her sword heart a little itchy, and her breathing couldn't help but rush.

This strange feeling is also one of the reasons why she resists training deep in her heart.

Fortunately, Ning Changjiu had no distractions and didn't notice her abnormality. He just controlled the Golden Crow wholeheartedly and burned her body with golden flames.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and spread out his consciousness, and saw something similar to a sword fetus in the Purple Mansion on the sea of ​​anger, and that was her sword spirit.

The sword spirit is not a real innate spirit, but rather a rare physique. People with this physique have an innate control over all things made of steel.

Ning Changjiu tentatively extended Jin Yan there, and as soon as he touched the edge of the Purple Mansion, Lu Jiajia trembled all over, and the roots of his ears were so red that they were burning. She immediately screamed: "Don't touch There!"

Ning Changjiu took back the Jin Yan who had touched the Purple Mansion, confirming that the sword fetus was much weaker and softer than he thought.

Lu Jiajia's heart that was suddenly disturbed just now will not be calmed in the future, but her body suddenly tightens.

At this moment, although her sanity is a bit vague, she vaguely feels, who seems to be standing outside the door?

Outside the wing, Ning Xiaoling, who had performed the Taoist Hidden Breathing technique, pressed her hand on the door. She thought that in the future, she would not be able to come to her brother to play in the name of literacy, and the two would have less and less time to get along with each other. Now, she is a little uncomfortable, thinking that she has gained a lot of experience in her occult technique, why not secretly come to see her brother late at night? Master Yazhu should not be able to post it...

The most important thing is that the senior brother gave her the key to the room before, and he hasn't yet to go back. This is obviously a naked hint!

Ning Xiaoling became more and more certain that she could see through the mind of the brother.

She thought about this happily, inserted the key, and opened the door silently.

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