Beyond the Divine States Chapter 222: : Senior Sister

In the mottled forest with moon shadows, Ning Changjiu stood beside the tree with withered petals, looking through the branches of the branches and looking at the moon in the sky.

In the wild southern wilderness, weird roars often sounded.

All the lives here have been polluted by the Southern Wilderness and grow strangely. Even the blooming flowers on the mountains are actually just the yellow and purple leaves of the snake that have died in a season.

Ning Changjiu is probably because of his authority, and the pollution and erosion of the Southern Wilderness is not even for him.

What makes him strange is that Lu Jia's marriage is obviously only in the Purple Court Realm, and he has been in the Southern Wilderness for two years and is safe and sound.

Like those poets, he looked at the moon with doubts in his heart, wanting to get answers.

Then the moon really gave him the answer.

The croaking in the forest stopped abruptly.

The rustling of leaves disappeared with the sound of the wind.

Not only that, the clouds flowing in the sky, the moon flowing by the shade of the trees, and the white clothes and blue silks waving by the Iraqi people in the distance are all still at the same time.

This scene came too suddenly, Ning Changjiu only felt that the joints were full of ice scum, and he couldn't move.

"Silence!"

Ning Changjiu's mind suddenly showed these two words, but he couldn't remember the origin of these two words for a while.

Next, a voice rang behind him.

It was a sound, but it was still so quiet, as quiet as four condensed clouds and shadows.

"Little Junior Brother."

In the quiet voice, Ning Changjiu felt that his body could move freely again.

He turned around in this frozen world and saw the woman walking slowly in the forest.

The woman wore a tan-blue Taoist robe with moon-white lotus flowers painted on it. She silently stepped on the dead leaves, her skin was like jade, her hair was like ink, and the dust falling between her arms was like a soft moonlight.

There is a word of silence on her body.

She walked through the static world without any sense of disobedience.

The door of memory was knocked open again.

"Teacher..." Ning Changjiu wanted to blurt out, but only after the big words were spoken, he immediately realized that it was not good.

How vast the world is. Now that the master sister has found herself, it means that Master has also found herself.

He shouldn't have identified himself so recklessly.

"Master...who sent you here?" Ning Changjiu hesitated to speak and then stopped, with a look of an enemy.

"Little Junior Brother is so cute." Senior Sister smiled indifferently.

"Who is your junior?" Ning Changjiu felt that he was very hardened. In his previous life, he had never dared to talk to the senior sister like this.

The master sister didn't care, and smiled softly: "Little brother, in fact, I really want to know what happened ten years later."

"In ten years?" Ning Changjiu pretended to be puzzled.

The master sister said: "You should know that the time of silence is limited."

The woman in the Danqing Taoist robe twirled the whisk in her arms and said: "If the younger brother really wants to talk, I can't talk with you for a while."

Ning Changjiu looked at the smiling face of the master sister, and sighed in his heart. He knew he couldn't hide from the master.

He reduced his expression and said, "Didn't the master tell you?"

The master sister said: "Master, she may not know. She told me that time is a last resort. In the whole world, perhaps only you are the most sober."

Ning Changjiu's heart trembled. He asked, "Isn't it her arrangement for many things in the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom?"

The big sister said with a light smile: "If fate crosses the border, it sounds like fate."

Ning Changjiu knew that the elder sister would not lie to himself, but he was still confused: "Since I woke up at the age of sixteen, everything I have experienced is...coincidence?"

The big sister nodded gently: "If the master didn't hide it from me, it would be a coincidence."

Ning Changjiu's heart is chilling. In the past, he dared to do many adventures. In a sense, he believed that if the master was the person behind everything, then she would not let herself die before she was twenty-eight. ... Now that I think about it, those moves toward death are actually dancing on the tip of a knife.

Ning Chang didn’t think about it for a long time. He asked the question he cared most: "Why are you looking for me now?"

The master sister raised her sleeves, the Zhanqing sleeves slipped down, revealing slender, white hands. Her index and middle fingers were gently bent, and she smiled and said: "I'm here to reward the younger brother a chestnut."

Ning Changjiu could understand, he said: "I have already developed the innate spirit, and I don't need to resuscitate it."

Senior sister smiled and said: "Little Junior Brother is indeed very talented, but it's not enough."

Speaking, the sleeve of her other hand also dropped, and she pointed a finger at Ning Changjiu's eyebrow.

This finger is like a sword that must kill in the Heavenly Sword Scriptures. The clouds are light and windy, so people can't feel any breath. When she found it, she was already at the center of her eyebrows.

A little red mole flashed across her eyebrows.

"Sinner?" The master sister felt a certain aura in his sea of ​​anger, and gave a soft hey.

Ning Changjiu couldn't hear her.

There was no sound in his ear.

The silent world is like an egg shell about to break, and in that egg shell there is a giant beast that is enough to pierce the tide.

After a while, the elder sister retracted her finger and rewarded him with a chestnut.

Ning Changjiu cried out in pain, and covered his forehead. There was a red mark on his forehead.

This chestnut felt no less painful to him than the sinner’s heart-piercing blow with thunder and lightning spear.

But the pain comes quickly and disappears quickly.

Ning Changjiu observes the Sea of ​​Consciousness for a long time, and finds that those indigestible insights in the past have completely melted and become the nourishment of the Sea of ​​Consciousness. Even the part of the sinner is also disintegrated in the Sea of ​​Consciousness and plunged into the depths. .

The world is silent in "silence".

So knowing the storm in the sea becomes particularly blazing.

After a long time, he released his hand covering his brain.

"Thank you, Sister..." Ning Changjiu breathed a sigh of relief.

The master sister said: "The black feather mark left by the sinner in your body has been wiped out for you. The sinner, and many other lords, are enemies to us and never miss you. I’ve faced one of them so early...but it’s also very good. I am indeed a disciple of Guanzhong."

Ning Changjiu frowned and said: "The Lord? The enemy?"

The elder sister did not continue to explain, she pressed her sleeve with one hand, and gently plunged into the night breeze with the other, as if she had received a falling leaf.

But it was not a leaf between her fingers, but a fire.

The fire light illuminates the tranquil eyebrows of Master Sister Qingsheng.

Ning Changjiu looked at the quiet eyebrows of the elder sister, thinking that this is the first time we have met, do you want to leave a good impression on the younger brother, but I have experienced the first life, elder sister, how quiet are you? This beauty is clearly the **** Shura...

Of course, like the other seniors in Guanzhong, he only dared to put these words in his heart.

The elder sister squeezed the fire, her fingers quivered, and the flame dissipated and turned into a letter.

Ning Changjiu recognized it at first glance.

"Is this... a marriage certificate."

"Well, the marriage certificate between you and Zhao Xianger." The master sister said: "There are two copies of this marriage certificate, one for Zhao Xianger and one for you."

"But sixteen years old is long past." Ning Changjiu said.

The master sister said: "The marriage certificate is still there, and the marriage contract is... Oh, in fact, it seems that there is no difference if there is such a marriage certificate, but it is the first time we marry in Taoist temple, should we be justified? "

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Ning Changjiu accepted the marriage certificate, and his fingers were burnt with fireworks, but he didn't feel his hands were hot.

The form and content of the wedding letter are exactly the same as those of Zhao Xianger's.

Ning Changjiu looked at this marriage letter with emotion in his heart.

The master sister looked through the woods and looked at the white shadow on the edge of the cliff in the distance.

"Is that the younger sister-in-law?" the elder sister asked knowingly.

"Um...yes, but not Zhao Xianger."

"Heh, do I need to help you ask for a marriage certificate?"

Without waiting for Ning Changjiu's answer, the master sister walked towards her.

Ning Changjiu quickly followed.

The elder sister walked to Lu Jiajia's side.

At this moment, Lu Jiajia is like a frozen beauty. Her eyes are still open, with moonlight hidden in her eyes, starlight on her shoulders, and her slim and graceful body wrapped in white clothes.

"It's very beautiful, not like a vulgar person, but the temperament, posture, and rhyme are somewhat similar to that of the master." The master sister looked at Lu's marriage and said: "Her sword body is not good enough. If you want to delay, if you don’t understand anything, you can ask the fourth junior sister later."

This is already a very high evaluation.

Ning Changjiu heard the word "refining body and forging sword", and he raised his head to meet the quiet eyes of the master sister.

He quickly realized that he wanted to bend it. This behavior was originally called body-building and sword-forging in the practice world, but he gave it a special meaning...

Ning Changjiu didn't change his face and said: "Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister, I will not slacken off."

The master sister said: "She has the feather of the guilty king on her body."

Ning Changjiu was surprised, and quickly looked at her.

The master sister stretched out her hand, passed through Lu Jiajia’s black hair, and took out a piece of jet black feather from her long black hair. She put the black feather into her sleeve, and then extracted a strand from Ning Changjiu’s marriage book. The red thread was buried in Lu Jiajia's hair.

"Previously, she was protected by Black Feather without being polluted in the Southern Wilderness. This Vermillion Bird feather silk also has the same effect." The master sister looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the cliff, suddenly smiled and turned around, and said: "Zhang After a long time, you have to think about it, no matter how beautiful a woman in the world is, no matter how stunning she is, she may not be able to keep up with your footsteps. No matter what choice you make, what you have to follow in the future is the way to heaven. It’s rugged and hard, don’t you need to say it clearly, right?"

Ning Changjiu was silent for a long time, raised his head, looked calmly into the eyes of the master sister, and said solemnly: "My name is Ning Changjiu."

The big sister gave a faint hum.

Ning Changjiu continued: "In this life, I am willing to live my own way instead of following Master’s arrangement. If my life is still ten years, then I will stay with her for ten years. If there is another day, then I Just watch the last sunrise and sunset with her."

The elder sister stopped, looked back and smiled and asked: "Why not say a hundred years and a thousand years?"

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew that his life was only ten years old.

"Because you are afraid." The master sister gave her answer: "You know that you can't give her for a hundred years and thousands of years, just as the master has exhausted everything and wants to give the world an immortality... I never think that love in the world is Tiny, so I believe that when you want to give her an immortality, you will definitely look back."

Ning Changjiu stood still, as if frozen together with the world.

The words of the elder sister hit his mind.

He likes to marry Lu. Of course, he is not willing to like this for only ten years.

"Shen Yu!"

When Master Sister was about to leave on the moon, Ning Changjiu stopped her.

Ning Changjiu isn't sure if this is her real name or the road number.

But this is what he knows, the master sister's name.

Master sister stopped: "What's the matter?"

"Why did the master kill me?" Ning Changjiu still asked.

The elder sister was silent. After a while, she asked softly: "Is this the end of the previous life?"

Ning Changjiu didn't answer.

The master sister said: "I don't know. If you want to know the reason, I am afraid you can only ask Master personally."

Ning Changjiu asked: "If I want to go back unobservable, how can I go back?"

The master sister said: "Master does not allow me to pick you up, and the whole world, there is only one person who knows the unobservable road."

"Who?"

"Evil."

"Evil?" Ning Changjiu puzzled: "Where is he?"

The master sister said: "He is in the most chaotic part of Middle-earth, he can even answer you, some things that even the sister does not know."

"To say it all, it’s not that the elder sister doesn’t want to give you too much advice, but that the respected master does not want to interfere with you too much before the next plan is set. Then you can do whatever you want, no one will disturb you. You are here."

The words of the master sister are quiet from beginning to end, even if you need to listen carefully to hear clearly.

The voice gradually faded.

Clouds pass by the moon, light and shadow change on the white clothes.

The wind passed through the woods, making a sound like a rain.

The world after ‘silence’ begins to flow again.

The light in Lu Jiajia's eyes gradually became vivid.

Ning Changjiu suddenly hugged her from behind.

"What are you doing?!" Lu Jiajia exclaimed in a low voice.

Ning Changjiu was clearly pacing in the woods, why suddenly he came behind him...

What kind of tricky spell is it?

Her soft body was hugged all at once.

Ning Changjiu remembered the previous conversation with the elder sister, he said with emotion: "Marriage, I suddenly understand a little bit, those faint kings of the last dynasty are gone."

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia's struggling body stopped slightly, she snorted in doubt, and said: "What's the fallacy?"

Knowing that a dynasty has accumulated misfortunes for several generations, the treasury is in deficit, the people are not living, and looking at the whole dynasty is full of traitors and courtiers, there is no one available, and the dangers of internal and external troubles are endless.

The young emperor wanted to make great efforts to cure the situation, turning the tide, and his name goes down in history, but a lotus-like holy white fairy in the palace...Forget it, this dynasty is estimated to be destroyed in ten years at most, even if I use it It may not be possible to save it if I do my best. Even if it is saved, the Princess in white and I are both old and live up to the great time in vain. It is not like singing, singing and dancing every day, and exchanging the name of the eternal life after death for these ten years. Well, after a person's death, how can you care about the flood...

Ning Changjiu involuntarily imagined himself as the last monarch.

He held in his arms the most beautiful and beloved princess in white in the three thousand beloved ones in the harem.

Thinking about this, he joked: "You are my concubine, you have turned over your sign tonight, and serve me obediently, otherwise you will fall into the cold palace."

Lu Jiajia held down those restless hands, and said with shame: "What are you sick with today?"

"Sick? Is it possible that you are still a doctor?"

"If you really get sick, I will take a sword and do acupuncture for you."

"Acupuncture? Who gives acupuncture to whom?"

"Your...it is indeed a little like acupuncture."

"..."

The two had a fight for a while, and both lay on the ground.

Ning Changjiu looked at her somewhat fierce and fascinating face, and his heart became softer and softer. He thought that if he had carried the name of the emperor forever, wouldn't the princess be the enchantress who harmed the country and the people? How could he let her carry it What about this infamy?

"Marriage."

"Huh?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly said: "I must return you a piece of the world!"

"..." Lu Jia married had the urge to beat others.

I waited for two years, waiting for a fool to come back?

"I'll talk nonsense to you again, I'm going to deceive my master and destroy my ancestor." Lu Jiajia threatened.

Ning Changjiu also laughed: "Are you sure?"

Lu Jiajia glared at him, thinking it was almost half a month, when did you win the sword against me? Dare to be so stiff? If it weren't for me to indulge you, how could you have the slightest chance to bully yourself?

Ning Changjiu felt everything flowing smoothly in the body after the chestnut of the master sister.

The roughness of the Dao Swordsmanship in the past has been smoothed out one after another, and the fractures of Shura's body are also stitched together. Although it is far from the peak, it will never be dragged down. All the masterpieces in the city of Broken Realm The experience far beyond the realm has also turned into a real perception.

When the moonlight reflowed, he naturally stepped into the third floor of the Purple Court.

Lu Jiajia stared at him, thinking that he was about to surrender again.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "If you lose later, don't cry while forging the sword."

Lu Jiajia sneered and said: "Master is really getting more and more ignorant."

Ning Changjiu said: "Why not make a bet?"

"What to bet on?"

"If I win, you must listen to me for the next three years and you must not violate it."

"Three years?" Of course, Lu Jiajia would not agree. She knew that Ning Changjiu had a lot of tricks and couldn't be prevented.

"Um... one month!"

"Seven days." Lu Jiajia regretted it after speaking.

"Okay!" As expected, Ning Changjiu immediately agreed.

Ning Changjiu won't give her the opportunity to ask "What should you do if you lose?", he immediately stretched out his finger and said: "Let's get started."

Lu Jiajia held out his finger indifferently.

Sword intent lingers between the fingers.

The two slowly advanced, moving closer to each other.

Lu Jiajia looked at Ning Changjiu's fingers and said contemptuously: "I thought you had any novel methods, why are these vulnerable three-legged cat kung fu?"

Ning Changjiu used different ways to form a sword concretely, and he stood in front of him one by one to counter the sword intent of Lu Marriage.

He looked at Lu Jiajia's cold face with a smile, and did not speak, his expression was especially focused.

It didn't take long for Lu Jiajia to look serious.

She is still using one sword to break through the world.

The sword of Jianzong is like thousands of sharp knives. They form a gallows on top of each other, and they will push it all the way to shatter Ning Changjiu's fancy way.

But today, after this sword intent has broken dozens of different ways, it seems to have encountered a great mountain barrier.

Jianyi hit the mountain.

Failed to cut.

Ning Changjiu snorted.

His mountain is also a mountain of swords. Among them, there are the swordsmanship in the Shura Shenlu, the Taoist sword in the previous life view, the sword of the gods, the fairy sword, and the virtual sword. They should be mutually exclusive, but Behind the chestnut of the master sister, it turned from the stone on the feet to fine sand.

The shield made up of rugged rocks is full of holes and hard to stop the flood, while the sand table made of sand is dripping and hard to leak.

But Ning Changjiu still underestimated Lu Jiajia.

The sword intent is too strong and strong, like an arrow piercing the sun, spinning at a high speed to break the peak.

Ning Changjiu's sword intent was quickly consumed, and he concentrated all his power on the point that Lu Jiajia attacked.

Lu Jiajia is a spear, he is a shield.

Does the spear break first or the shield break first?

The faces of both of them were a little pale.

The spark between the fingers rose and died, and the brilliant light exploded between their eyebrows, like makeup.

A long while.

Lu Jiajia's fluttering blue silk returned to peace, and Ning Changjiu's swaying sleeves also turned into rags.

Someone seems to have burned an incense between their fingers. After the sword intent shattered, the sword intent dissipated like smoke.

Lu Jiajia's sword has been worn out, but her fingers are still as thin as cicada wings from Ning Changjiu's fingers.

"I lost." Lu Jiajia retracted his finger, a little unwilling, but also a little annoyed: "It's to me, do you have to hide your strength on weekdays?"

The sword intent that Ning used for a long time in the past cannot be compared with today.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "This is not the time for you to blame me."

Lu Jiajia knew that he was talking about gambling...Why is this person so trapped?

She recalled her previous disdain and contempt, and felt that she was a bit like a careless evil character...

Just take it lightly to punish yourself.

They walked into the thatched house, Lu Jiajia untied his sword skillfully and lay on his knees.

Next are the old stories of forging swords, stealing bells, pounding medicine, and Jingwei filling the sea.

Finally, Ning Changjiu told her a "contradictory" fable.

Only this time, their roles changed, and Ning Changjiu changed into a spear. In this fable, the powerful spear quickly pierced the shield into riddled with holes, discarded his helmet and abandoned his armor, just as Lu Jiajia persevered in digging the mountain.

Every time after the story is told, Lu Jiajia will always be the least like a female sword fairy. At this moment, he is like a bitter daughter-in-law.

Ning Changjiu could softly coax for a while, but he only spoke today. He and Lu Jiajia both looked horrified at the same time.

Someone coming again?

When Lu Jiama opened the door, she was neatly dressed and her temperament returned to coldness.

Lu Jiajia looked down and saw Le Rou standing at the door.

Le Rou looked at her nervously.

Lu Jiajia's expression softened a lot, and she worried: "Le Rou? What do you come here so late? Don't you know that it is dangerous here?"

Le Rou seriously said: "I have a gift to give to Master."

Lu Jiama asked: "What gift?"

Le Judo: "Can I go in and talk?"

Lu married married and gave up his body.

Le Rou entered the door, sniffed with her small nose, always feeling a bit weird.

She sat on the chair, unwrapped the small package on her back, looked at Lu Jiajia, and said, "Master, sit down too."

Lu Jiajia did not sit down and asked directly: "Le Rou, are you here to persuade me to return to the peak?"

Le Rou hummed softly, unwrapped a beautiful little sword from the package, held it in both hands, and handed it to Lu Jiajia, saying: "This is the sword I bought specifically for Master. Engraved with the names of people on the whole peak, of course, except for Lu Shishu, his characters are too ugly..."

Lu Jiao had grafted the small sword that was no more than a palm long, and looked at the engraved name on it, and his expression was stunned.

So it's been two years.

Lu Jiajia put down the sword and said with a smile: "Since Le Rou misses Master so much, why haven't you seen it in the past?"

Le Rou lowered her head and said cautiously: "Because Master has been thinking about Junior Brother, I'm afraid that I will bother Master thinking about Junior Brother when I come, Master will be sad..."

Lu Jiamar's heart moved, she looked at the little girl sitting in the grass cottage, and she felt a lot of guilt in her heart.

She walked gently in front of Le Roudi, touched Le Rou's hair, and said: "Okay, tomorrow the Sect Master Ceremony, Master will definitely go back... I really haven't been back to see you for too long."

Le Rou was startled first, then his eyes became extremely bright.

Ning Changjiu hid outside the window with her occultation technique, listening to the conversation between the woman and the girl in the house, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

That little girl is just a sentence of innocence and innocence, how can she feel relieved...

What a fool.

But it is exactly this kind of Lu Jiajia, who he wants to wait for thousands of years.

He looked at the moon in the sky and listened to their words.

"What if the master can't wait for the younger brother, isn't the master going to be sad forever?" Le Rou asked worriedly.

Lu Jia married silently, wondering if he should tell the truth.

Ning Changjiu sorted out his clothes, walked around the window, opened the door openly, and walked in.

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