Beyond the Divine States Chapter 220: : There should be swords, immortals and white cranes in this place.

The moonlight is whispering, the lotus wind is swaying, and the boat has no way of returning home.

The female phoenix flute sounded, and the jade pot turned lightly.

On the small boat, the thin clothes conceal the jade appearance and the immortal body, and the skirt is full of moonlight and scented with flowers. After Lu Jia married a song under the moon in the dream, he fell to his side again, and several strands of green silk dripped into the water again. Floating gently, like a soft and spreading aquatic plant.

The lotus boat is spinning and shaking.

Ning Changjiu opened a gleam in his drunken dream.

The sky filled with stars reflected in his eyes, slowly turning.

He couldn't tell whether the galaxy was turning or the boat was drifting with the water.

He only knows that he has never been so relaxed in the past two years.

The evening breeze made the couple drunk.

The night gradually faded away from its rich and colorful colors.

The East is both white.

Ning can't beat alcohol for a long time, so he wakes up later.

He opened his eyes, and saw a cold white back figure sitting alone on the bow of the boat, a pond full of lotus flowers, as if sleeping and waking up, hugging her one after another.

The bamboo flute is placed on the side of the clothes, the jade sword is horizontally in front of the knees, and the back of the shoulders is beautiful. The water marks of the green silk and white clothes have been dried with sword fire.

The white jade shadow enters her eyes, and Ning Changjiu's thoughts are stunned, as if she saw Luoshen Lingbo.

Lu Jiajia's temperament has returned to coldness.

The story of last night has passed, and Hanmei will be covered with fresh snow again, faintly spitting out.

Ning Changjiu got up and looked at the jade-colored shadow of the woman in the twilight morning light, as if returning to the imperial city when it was raining heavily. In the dark palace that year, the bright sword shining through the rain curtain of the city, although he didn't tell anyone at that time, he swayed in his heart because of this unnaturally clear back.

Ning Changjiu walked behind her, tentatively stretched out his hand, and lifted up the silky hair.

Ink hair drips from fingers with distinct joints.

Lu Jiajia was unmoved, and continued to look at the morning sun ahead.

Ning Changjiu got even stronger, stretched out his hand, and gently wrapped her around her.

The woman was so cold, she was embraced by the teenager but seemed indifferent. The soft jade clock covered by the clothes was also held in her hand, and then the jade clock gradually turned into a jade bowl and a jade dish. It turned into a snow cake, and finally bounced suddenly, returning to its original state, trembled.

Lu Jiajia snorted lightly, and said lightly: "Have you not teased enough?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Don't say that one night is not enough for a lifetime."

Lu Jiama calmly said: "Looking for a long time to reunite, thinking that your return is not easy, so I indulge you for a few days, wait until you return to the peak, you can't do this."

Ning Changjiu sat next to her, patted her knee lightly, and said: "The disciple dared to speak to her teacher like this again. It seems that she was unable to discipline her teacher last night."

Lu Jiajia watched him slap his knees, and recalled the shameful scene. Since she was a child, she has been injured, bleed, and even dealt with death a few times since she learned the sword since she was little. But how could she have been bullied like this, let alone a teenager who was eight years younger than herself... …

Why did I meet such a **** disciple? In the past two years of waiting outside the abyss, what is waiting is really a white-eyed wolf.

Even though she thought so, Bai Temp's cheeks still couldn't help getting hot.

"You want to hit me again?" Lu Jiajia's eyes were darkened.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "This seems to be a beating, but it is not."

"Huh?" Lu Jia Jiawei had doubts.

Ning Changjiu said: "Tui'er is born with the same body of sword and spirit, I even refined your sword into a sword body with a golden crow. Now you are a sword, and a sword before it becomes a truly peerless sword. It has to go through thousands and thousands of tempers. If you imagine those blacksmiths forging their swords with their hammers, are they the same? It’s just that marriage is my baby apprentice after all, and I’m much gentler when I start."

Lu Jia married crooked eyebrows slightly. She couldn’t believe Ning Changjiu’s nonsense, but I don’t know if it was an illusion. She really felt that her sword was a step closer, and there was a faint look of nature and humanity. The sense of deed.

Ning Changjiu finished speaking, but instead of waiting for the woman's sneer and sarcasm, she saw that her eyelids were slightly drooping, and she seemed to be thinking seriously.

This disciple is too stupid...

Or because I said this, is she willing to think more about it?

Ning Changjiu's heart is soft. But with a soft heart and a soft heart, such a great opportunity is naturally not to be missed. Especially when he saw Lu Jiajia's cold and cold look, he couldn't help but recall the entanglement last night, always feeling that these two figures couldn't overlap.

"If you don’t believe me, I will use the Golden Crow to train you again. You will know after a try." Ning Changjiu continued: "I have entered the Purple Court now, and the Golden Crow is not what it used to be. It happens to get you through the final stage."

Lu Jiajia smiled softly and asked: "This is not what it used to be? Is the little bird bigger?"

Hearing this, Ning Changjiu can calm down no matter where he is. He smiled and said, "Don't you know if you try?"

Xue Shang slid down, half hidden in front of him, and half piled around his waist.

Like those nights back then, Ning Changjiu stretched out his finger, Jin Wu broke through the Purple Mansion, lingered between his fingers, and touched Lu Jiajia's Xiu back.

At the moment when the Golden Crow clicked, the butterfly bones on both sides of the ridge became more and more distinct, and the woman's body became tighter. She could feel something illuminating the body, full of light, this long-lost golden wave Here, her blood began to accelerate, and fierce sword intent was sprayed from countless acupuncture points. The sword intent and the golden crow seemed to fit naturally, chasing each other, and brighter.

The Golden Crow came outside the Sword Tire.

The soft fetus has almost been refined, and only the last point remains.

Ning Changjiu drove the Golden Crow to tease Sword Titus.

But Lu married now is no longer the long-lived woman, let him tease the woman of the sword fetus.

Lu Jiajia sat cross-legged, his hands pressed on his clothes, his heart was like still water, his expression was as usual.

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly, knowing she was being patient, but there was no good way.

Only more effort.

The golden crow spread its wings and screamed, the golden flames were like fire, and the rain fell, and the sword tire was like an isolated island surrounded by storms. The reefs on the isolated island were constantly peeling off, little by little merged into the sea.

Finally, Lu Jiajia still couldn't hold back, and hummed softly.

It's like a master facing a sword. Once the defending party shows some flaws, the next collapse is likely to break the bank.

Lu Jiajia's icy jade body began to get hot, and his cheeks were dyed red before the morning glow. The sky flooded from far away, and the raised blue silk was filled with morning light.

Her bare jade feet have begun to arch inward, and the hands that were originally like Guanyin knot lotus seals are clasped together.

Fortunately, in the past two years, she has been cultivating assiduously, and that sword fetus has already been refined to little.

The Golden Crow Rong exhausted the sword.

The heavens and the earth screamed.

Lu Jiajia's skin resembles a new sword reflecting the morning light, and it suddenly shines into ten thousand points of sharp light.

The sword is completely integrated with her body.

Sword spirits are rare in their own body, and they are only a handful of people who can completely integrate sword spirits into their bodies. Looking at the entire history, they are only a handful of people.

Before Lu Jiajia could feel this realization in the future, her body was broken again. Before the warmth could fade away in the cool wind, her snow clothes were removed first.

The sword forging began.

The process of forging a sword is divided into many steps. Every famous sword seems to be rebellious when it comes to life, so it needs to be forged repeatedly to make it docile.

Ning Changjiu's hand is a hammer for forging an iron sword.

So the sword was placed on the knee and forged for a long time. The body of the sword was forged from white temporarily to pink, then from pink to bright red. The sword screamed and cracked, very crisp. , There were many finger marks, and the sword chants whispered in a low voice, like a silk and bamboo voiceless sound. The voiceless sound gradually turned low, turning into compromise and surrender.

This is different from last night, the sword at this moment does not even have a scabbard.

Before the sun rises, another day is also happening.

Forging the sword has entered the second stage.

This time is the story of Jingwei reclaiming the sea.

The **** bird Jingwei wanted to fill the deep sea, but because of this, he angered the sea god, causing more rapid and violent winds and waves like a well sinking spring.

Jing Wei is fighting the wind and rain, constantly moving forward and backward, without fear, as if he wanted to let the raging wind and waves stop before he was willing to leave.

The swaying lotus boat was startled to disperse and the fish woke up.

The cold and white snow that was sitting alone on the head of the boat is now melting again in the boat, but the fragrance has not diminished, but it is even more aggressive.

The morning sun broke through the horizon and rose slowly.　The lotus flower in the pond is rolled into a crimson flowing cloud.

The words of Yingying and Yanyan among the lotus flowers gradually ceased. In the soft snow, Jingwei filled the sea water. In the gap between the two warm moons, the jade rabbit also slowly withdrew the jade pestle, the white medicine The juice overflowed slightly, like spring snow in the delicate petals.

The rolling mountains on the boat gradually stopped.

Two sunrises.

After cleaning up the mess, Lu Jiajia sat down on her knees and adjusted her hair, her eyebrows fell on the protruding index finger, and her fingertips lightly wiped in front of her.

She didn't move any thoughts, or even aroused her spiritual power.

A slender thread was severely chopped off, and several lotus leaves were cut in an instant, igniting an extremely long waterline.

Ning Changjiu looked at the sword light on her jade finger, and exclaimed: "You deserve to be an apprentice who has been trained by your teacher. She is really amazing."

The sense of joy faded from her eyebrows and eyes, and a faint smile appeared on Lu Jia’s marrying Yanzhi Feishhuang’s cheeks. She retracted her fingers and said: "Master is indeed indispensable, but the previous body refining has achieved success. There seems to be no difference between forging the sword and forging it without forging it."

Ning Changjiu also smiled and said: "Body refining is to sharpen the body of the sword, and sword forging is to sharpen the heart of the sword. The two should be distinguished. Now that you have finished refining, you should be more forged as a teacher. That's it."

Lu Jiama thought that he would be a regular customer of this young man in the future, so complicated feelings arose in his heart.

Ning Chang thought of something for a long time, and suddenly said: "Tui'er played a flute last night, and the lotus flower opened just right today, why don't you have another song?"

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia didn't remember the flute. She just vaguely felt that in her sleep, she seemed to have indeed played a music. She spread her hand and said, "Take the bamboo flute to me." /

Ning Changjiu began to undress.

Lu Jiajiaxiu raised eyebrows lightly.

"What are you doing?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "Do you remember what the disciple did last night?"

Of course, Lu Jiajia doesn't remember, but she can vaguely guess something. She has a thousand snow waves in her heart. Even if it is herself, she can never imagine what happened under the moon.

Ning Changjiu seemed to be about to crush her stand, and continued: "Last night the beauty was half kneeling, and she blew her head horizontally, causing Yu Xiao to confide, marrying you..."

"Shut up!" Lu Jiajia's complexion was frosty, and she stopped drinking.

But Ning Changjiu's words still made her feel a little confused, and she couldn't help touching her soft red lips, not sure if Ning Changjiu was telling the truth or fainting with the gun.

"Even if it is true, how do you count the things in your dreams?" Lu Jia married her mind, put her hands on her neck and pulled her hair out of the collar and draped it to her back. on.

Ning Changjiu gently stroked Lu's marrying sword, smiled softly, and said: "Yes, if dreams can count, why should I only see you now?"

When Lu Jia married heard this, his body trembled slightly. Xu is shining in the morning light, she recalled sitting withered for two years, her body and mind were embraced in the warm light.

They raised their eyes together and looked at each other like a heart.

Then approached tacitly and closed their eyes together.

In the morning light, the lips that meet each other, the clothes that embrace each other, the white light breaks everything, and outlines such a scene brightly.

In the end, this stunning scene was interrupted in advance by the restless hand.

"In Linhe City, under the cover of Jiuyu, did you and Zhao Xianger do the same?" Lu Jiajia grabbed the hand and said, "If there is no one here, I will forgive you. If I dare to do this in the future, I will chop it and feed the fish."

Ning Changjiu said innocently: "Ms. Xianger and I are innocent. Don't slander people out of thin air when we marry."

Lu Jiajia snorted, grabbing the thief's hand, kneeling down on the boat board again, and asked: "By the way, where is my Minglan sword?"

Ning Changjiu's heart was shocked, thinking that Minglan had decayed two years ago, and the whole sword had survived a chicken.

Ning Changjiu whispered: "I still have the sword, it's just broken and broken, but in ancient times there was a reason for the sword to go with people. After all, it was your sword, so I never thought about it. To be discarded."

Lu Jiajia's heart is gentle, but his face is calm and said: "I don't believe this. I just ask casually, it's good if you are safe."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Yeah, what kind of sword do you need now, you are the most peerless one."

Lu Jiajia said coldly: "I'm not a girl like Xiaoling, so don't use these nonsense to coax me."

Ning Changjiu pretended to be embarrassed, approached her, and said: "Can't you really coax it?"

Lu Jia married Xian Yan calmly, looking very indifferent.

Ning Changjiu, in the heart of never letting her take up her master’s arrogance, continued jokingly: "I told you three fables last night. I want to come to a disciple and I will tell you more today. Several."

"Huh?" Of course, Lu Jiajia couldn't forget those three stories.

How can there be such a thief in this world...Well, it's not like a jade rabbit pounding medicine and making a sound.

Lu Jiajia slightly annoyed: "What tricks do you want to play?"

Ning Changjiu said: "In ancient times, there was a saying that blind people touched the elephant. Is it good for a blind person to touch the sword today?"

Lu Jiama slightly pursed her lips, she understood a little bit, and her eyes were full of shame and annoyance.

Ning Changjiu's executive power seems to be very strong. He cut off one of his sleeves directly, blindfolded, and said: "The story has begun?"

Lu Jiajia reluctantly held his hand: "You are also a great monk in the Purple Court Realm anyway, why are you doing such a foolish act? Like a child."

Ning Changjiu said: "Didn't I say that it's good before, are you going to depend on me these few days? Why are you going back and forth again?"

Lu Jiajia sighed lightly, let go of his hand, and said in favor: "Okay, it's up to you."

So the blind man touched the sword began.

"This is the sword ear? Hmm...the pendant of the sword ear?"

"Hmm."

"This is the hilt?"

"Hmm."

"This is the sword body?"

"Um..."

"This is...with feathers on the sword?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"..."

"Stop!" Lu Jiajia said, "I don't want to hear the story anymore."

"But it's not over yet, how do you make up for it?" Ning Changjiu said.

Lu Jiajia bit her lip and reluctantly said: "I will blow the flute for you."

Ning Changjiu quickly agreed, untied his blindfold, and waited for her to fulfill her promise.

But he never expected that Lu Jiajia's words were also literal.

Lu Jia married the bamboo flute, pressed it under his lips, closed his eyes, and played it gently.

The sky is clear and the earth is bright, the breeze is coming slowly, and the water waves are silvery as broken.

Lu Jiajia sat back on the head of the boat again, in the lotus flower, the sound of the flute was not like weeping and whispering, it was more like a leisurely blue bird whirling through the wind and white snow, slowly flying back to the old couch after a thousand autumn moon nights, tweeting, telling the distance story.

Ning Changjiu's mind was washed away by snow and water, and he returned to peace.

He looked at the scarlet lotus pond, the lotus leaf like an umbrella, the light of the sky and the shadows of the mountains in the distance... These are the beauty of the world, but he did not let his eyes stop. .

In the end, he still looked at the shadow of the snow and withered jade, until the sound of the flute gradually dissipated.

The bamboo flute lifted his lips, Lu Jiajia placed it softly on his lap, looked back slowly, and smiled at Ning Changjiu.

There should be female fairies in this place, supporting Suyun and white cranes.

……

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The lotus boat slowly drew ashore, although the spring night had passed, the good day was still the same.

Lu Jia married a white suit, fastened his belt, and slowly landed ashore.

Ning Changjiu followed her behind.

Although Zhang Qianyu is gone, the town is still alive.

The two self-appointed generals, Gecko and Toad, were arguing with each other on the roof. The rabbit spirits carrying big carrots still patrolled hopping and performing their duties.

Ning Changjiu greeted the rabbit spirit when he passed the intersection. The rabbit spirit seemed to no longer recognize him, but it treated all the guests equally, and proceeded forward after earnestly saluting.

It can be seen that it is a little scared of this female sword fairy in white.

"You have been here for a long time, should you be someone you know?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Yes."

"Would you like to see me?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said: "I promised to take him to find his grandfather, but I know where his grandfather goes, ordinary people can't go. The growth of a teenager always needs a dream, or later It’s better to wake up."

Lu Jiajia gave a faint hum.

"Let's go outside and have a look." Lu Jia married.

Ning Changjiu followed in her footsteps and asked: "Is there anything big in the past two years?"

Lu Jiajia has also been sitting on the edge of the cliff for a long time. All the news was told by Ning Xiaoling and other disciples. She recollected for a while and said many things.

The summer is getting hotter, but Lu Jiajia's sword body is getting cooler.

Ning Changjiu held her hand as if holding a piece of warm ice.

"Single sword to kill King Yan?" Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "The little girl is so bold. It's a pity that when she was still killing a monarch of a mere human dynasty, I had already competed with the ruler of the kingdom of God. ."

Lu Jiajia chuckles and said: "Then you go try it and pull her down from the throne of Zhao Guo and give her a beating?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Is she not good at bullying?"

Lu Jiajia asked, "I'm so bullied?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "How can this be called bullying?"

Lu Jiajia snorted lightly, walking slowly, looked at him, and asked: "I really don't plan to go see him?"

Ning Changjiu naturally wanted to see him, but he knew that even if Zhao Xianger liked him, he couldn't keep her.

So he wants to win this three-year agreement. Perhaps only in this way, will the empress, who is as pure as Qiuyu, brand a mark that she can't erase no matter where she goes.

Ning Changjiu said: "On the day of the three-year appointment, I will be there by myself."

The corners of Lu Jia's lips raised: "Death is to save face. I used to say that a gentleman is indifferent and unwilling. It seems to be a lie to me."

Ning Changjiu smiled self-deprecatingly, remembered something, and asked: "How has the Zitian Taoist gate been in recent years?"

Lu Jiamarried: "The Lord of the Fourth Avenue lived a thirteen Yuchen with the lowest realm. Now it is gradually declining. If it weren't for other sects, I am afraid that Zitian Daomen is now in the pocket of others. "

Ning Changjiu nodded, and then asked, "Which otherworldly fairy has been here?"

Lu Jiama frowned and said: "You are asking the sinner? Even if he comes, I can't see him."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head. What he cared about was actually an unobservable person.

But I didn't want to come.

"When will the Sect Master Ceremony begin?" Ning Changjiu suddenly thought about it, and after counting the time, it seemed that it was too soon.

Lu Jia married: "No news has come, but I want to come too recently."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It's easy for you to win the first place now."

Lu Jiajia looked at the toes of Xia Chang's exposed shoes, smiled and shook his head: "I am not interested in the post of suzerain."

Ning Changjiu squeezed her hand, and said: "I am quite interested in you becoming the suzerain."

Lu Jia married moth brows raised slightly, and said in embarrassment: "As a monk, you are thinking about this all day long, how do you get into the purple court?"

Ning Changjiu laughed and said: "The city of Duanjie is too boring. It is neither a monster or a monster with a vicious fangs. For two years, I have been haunted by evil spirits. I am tired physically and mentally. Now I have seen the disciple again. After a while, it seems that I am cultivating in a madness."

Lu Jiajia listened to his fallacies and just smiled coldly.

Lu married and said: "After the three-year appointment, aren't you going to see Xiaoling? If I become the lord, how can I stay with you?"

Ning Changjiu pondered for a while, and said: "You can take the position of Sect Master first, and then let the Deputy Sect Master become the Supervisor..."

Lu Jiama gave him a glance and said annoyed: "Is that the temptation of the sovereign status?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It's not as big as Master."

The pronunciation of big characters is especially strong.

Lu Jiajia ignored him and continued to move forward.

When I returned to the Caolu, night had fallen again.

This is where Lu Jia married for more than two years.

Ning Changjiu stood in front of the wood carving, looked at it carefully for a while, and said: "It doesn't seem to look like it."

Lu Jiajia waved his hand gently, cut the woodcarving in half, and asked with a smile: "Does it look like now?"

Ning Changjiu felt a chill behind him, habitually wanting to compromise, but after another thought, she was clearly her apprentice. She had been disciplined twice by herself. How dare she still be so disobedient?

He turned his head and said: "The disciple is always annoying Master, isn't it because he likes to be admonished?"

Lu Jiajia couldn't help but glanced at the tree branches piled up by the window. Her thoughts were complicated, but her expression was cold, and she said: "Want to make an inch?"

Ning Changjiu argued against him: "The disciple wants to confront Master again?"

Lu married this time but did not give in, and said with a faint smile: "Master, do you think that Tu'er is really not your opponent?"

Ning Changjiu raised his eyebrows gently.

Why is this apprentice so disobedient?

Lu Jiajia held out a finger.

Ning Changjiu also held out a finger.

That means, it's also a sword.

The two sword intents touched each other, and the light of the sword radiated gently and enveloped them.

There seemed to be countless electric lights on the fingertips that touched each other. Those sword lights touched each other, exploded and annihilated. In the tiny sparks that seemed to extinguish in an instant, there were actually mysterious and complicated sword intent and sword moves.

That's what they learned all their lives.

Their sword intent is fused between the two touching fingers.

Crackling.

It's like a candle flower exploded.

Ning long-term pain withdraws his finger, and the light smoke lingers on it.

Lu Jia's fingers marrying Ruyu still have a sword intent like a moon, like fireflies in the moonlight residing on their nails.

"You...you deceived your master and annihilated your ancestors, you are rebellious! You wanton...you should be punished! Go on the wall!" Ning Changjiu's angrily and depraved appearance was like the villain who was taught by the chivalrous woman in the drama.

Where would Lu Jiajia listen to his reprimand? He just smiled softly: "Master has to practice hard. He can't even beat the disciple. There is really no way to go to the imperial city to see the devil."

Being stabbed in the pain again, Ning Changjiu became even more annoyed. He threw on Lu Jiajia and forced her back into the room with some rogue. He said: "That's not fine, I will tell you a few more Are fables good?"

"I'm not a little girl anymore, who wants to listen to your story? You will tell it to your junior sister later."

"...I am not a beast."

Lu Jiajia was lying on a bed of grass. Although she was already savvy, she didn't want Ning Changjiu to be too presumptuous in front of her, so the two of them fought again on the bed.

Just as Lu Jiajia was about to give up resistance, they looked at each other at the same time.

"Someone is coming!"

Lu Jiajia sorted out his clothes, her face instantly became cold, and she walked out the door and looked at the people on the road.

The person who came was actually Xue Xunxue.

"What's the matter with Feng Master Xue?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Xue Xunxue said: "I didn't want to disturb you, but after all, the Sovereign Conference is a four-peak event, and you are the true peak master of Tianku Peak, so I will let you know."

"Hmm..." Lu Jiajiashou asked softly, "When?"

Xue Xunxue said: "After half a month, although I know you won't delay this, we actually hope you can come."

Lu Jiajia smiled and nodded: "Thank you Fengzhu Xue for your kindness."

The two exchanged a few more words, and Xue Xunxue left with Yujian.

When she left, Xue Xunxue muttered slightly in her heart. Although Lu Jiajia is still a white-clothed Suhe, she is like a fairy, but her immortal appearance and appearance seem to provoke some other auras, which is the pace. It's also a little different from the past, it's a bit like...

It's impossible! That's Lu Jia married...

Xue Xunxue quickly dispelled her thoughts, and Yu Jian returned to the peak.

And Lu Jiajia only returned to the Caolu, and was overwhelmed on the bed.

It's another sleepless night that doesn't need to be recounted.

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(Well, I can write a book in the future, called "Survival")

(Thanks to the grandmaster Feng Hao Wu, the leader Magi Zui Ge, the grandmaster has bugs and rewards the rudder master!! And the grandmaster wood__, the rewarding grandmaster!!! and the grandmaster Mo Chenfeng and the rewarding heroes! Thank you for your support and rewards~ Yesterday’s rewards were surprisingly many. If you want to come, everyone should be very happy to watch it~)