Beyond the Divine States Chapter 344: : Unobservable gatherings

At dusk, the sun cannot be seen in the gloomy sky, and the turbid light shines through from behind the rain and clouds. The raindrops envelop the light and smash on the eaves, splashing into misty fog.

Ning Changjiu sat under the eaves and a copper furnace in front of him. The light in the furnace flickered and dimmed, as if breathing.

Ning Changjiu recalled what he had learned in the scriptures in his dream, and took out the lean like a cocoon, and circulated through the acupuncture points around the body, thundering in his body, knowing the sea, there seemed to be tides rising and falling. The surface of the water resembles a net of extremely high tension, suppressing the behemoth hidden under the surface of the water.

After the fourth week of operation, Ning Changjiu began to have hallucinations. He felt that he was in the copper stove in front of him for warming his hands. Every inch of his skin was burned by the charcoal fire in between. He watched his skin. After being burned to carbon black, with a touch of hand, the scorched flesh and skin fell stubbornly. Then, the flames crawled into the body like countless creeping maggots, gnawing every inch of bone into dregs.

"Town!"

Ning Changjiu bit the tip of his teeth, and the pain was exchanged for a moment of soberness. He quickly withdrew from his previous state, panting and looking at his still intact arm, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his forehead, and found that there was nothing on his forehead. It's sweat.

This is a sign that when you are practicing Taoism, it is too late to pass. In folk words, it means "going crazy".

Fortunately, Ning Changjiu is not greedy. Whenever he cultivates until the sea of ​​consciousness is exhausted and something similar to magical thoughts has to grow in his mind, he can always react in time and cut it off.

Ning Changjiu calmed his mind and sat by the window for a while. The rain outside the window hit his face, hissed and evaporated after touching his skin, turning into a white mist. From behind, Si Ming saw that Ning Changjiu’s white clothes were surrounded by On a layer of rather mysterious clouds.

Ning Changjiu is almost convinced that the scriptures in the dream are from the master's handwriting.

The content recorded in this scripture is quite old. In addition to telling the history of mythology, it also introduces a lot of soul-building techniques. They are similar to the Shura Shenlu. It can even be said that they are The source of Shura Shenlu.

Ning Changjiu once [August One Chinese Website www.zw-du.me] thought about a question, why a person can enter the heaven after a heart-devil catastrophe and thunder catastrophe in the state of long life In a different purple court realm.

After crossing the ninth floor, the Purple Court Realm had a chance to break the realm, and then entered a completely different mystery.

Changming and Zi Ting, Zi Ting and Wu Dao, there are huge faults hidden in the two realms. This fault is discontinuous, like jumping from one to five, two, three and four are all erased. . How is this fault caused?

Ning Changjiu originally thought that this was an established rule of heaven and earth, and there was no need to explain it, but in the scriptures in his dream, in the secret method of ancient immortal cultivation, he was surprised to find that in the ancient times, they seemed to have no realm division.

Their body is like a bucket made of bricks. The practice is to pour water into it. While working hard to pour water, they raise and thicken the bucket until it becomes a giant.

Why is there such a big difference between ancient times and the present?

Ning Changji couldn't think about the answer.

He turned around and saw that Si Ming was still practicing his sword.

Siming uses the body as the method to form a small world in his body. When practicing Taoism, he often has clothes and silver hair without wind, and he also has sword spirit like feathers, spreading out layers behind him, like a world of colored glaze. Sit alone in the meantime, aloof and indifferent.

Si Ming opened his eyes as he noticed Ning Changjiu's gaze.

The sword light dissipated behind him, sprinkling it into a rain of light.

Si Ming asked curiously: "What are you practicing lately? Where did you learn the evil spirit?"

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth and came: "Some of the memories of the teacher's school in the childhood, I learned the truth in the sea of ​​knowledge, and saw some tricks, and found it interesting, so I took it for practice."

Si Mingqing said coldly: "You are just...well, how old are you?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "I will be twenty years old soon."

"Yeah." Si Ming said: "At your age, it is a miracle to be able to reach the peak of the Purple Garden. You don't need to rush for quick success."

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm not impatient, just feel for a way."

"No need to quibble." Si Ming said with a smile: "I know that you are a man, but you are always under the limelight. Although your face is free and easy, but your heart is uncomfortable, you want to practice hard and strive for an early victory. Me, right?"

Ning Changjiu thought that he didn't seem to have lost either...

He looked at Si Ming's proud red lips with a smile, and said with a smile: "I'm too worried. The priest is unparalleled in the world, unless I can sit on the throne of the kingdom of God, how can I surpass you?"

Si Ming said coldly: "You can't do it either."

Ning Changjiu smiled. Looking at Si Ming's face without a trace of time, he asked casually: "By the way, how old is Miss Si? I have a senior sister named Si..."

Ning Changjiu said, but felt the atmosphere in the house cooled down.

Siming looked at himself coldly.

Screams suddenly sounded inside the house.

Ning Changjiu was taught another lesson: You can't just ask a woman's age.

Si Ming sat back on the bed, meditated and adjusted her breath, and began to cultivate her mind. She casually said: "Be careful of the Golden Wing Roc."

"Huh? Why?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The messengers of the Golden Winged Roc had been looking for them, but it was just a routine, nothing else, and they did not know about the death of the Mist Demon King. Ning Changjiu originally thought it was a scene of planting blame, but the scene seemed to stop after hitting a gong, and there was no follow-up.

Si Ming said lightly: "Nothing, just intuition. In this world, the one who wants to kill you most will always be your kind."

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Time is calm.

Another night in a blink of an eye.

Ning Changjiu closed the doors and windows and went to sleep on the inside of the bed. After Si Ming walked to the screen, he took off his robe and changed into a cool and thin pajamas. The screen was full of light and shadow.

Si Ming put on a thin white dress with right gussets, the color is very plain, but it makes the appearance of her snowy red lips even more gorgeous.

She walked to the edge of the bed, sat on the edge of the bed lightly, raised her slender jade legs gently, and placed it on the couch, then stretched out her hand to grab a corner of the brocade from Ning Changjiu's hand, and pulled half of the quilt over. The graceful curve is hidden in the dark.

Ning Changjiu looked at the stunning beauty close at hand, and curiously said: "Why do you want to sleep tonight? Stop practicing?"

Si Ming said: "Sleep can make me feel at ease."

"Why?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Si Ming said casually: "I don't need to see you because I fall asleep."

Ning Chang was silent for a moment, wanting to argue.

Siming smiled and said: "Don't behave if you get a bargain."

Ning Changjiu sighed and asked: "Does the red line still have to be pulled?"

Si Ming said: "No, but if you dare to cross the boundary, you will be at your own risk!"

Ning Changjiu knew that she was a knife mouth, so he was too lazy to open it. He just wanted to see his Xiao Xianger in the dream. He casually said: "I wish you a good dream."

Si Ming said: "So are you."

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When Ning Changjiu was in his dream, Zhao Xianger was already sitting under the big tree and turned the book seriously.

She glanced at Ning Changjiu, then looked away.

Ning Changjiu picked up the book from the grass, patted the clinging grass, and sat down beside Zhao Xianger. Zhao Xianger was holding the book, leaning slightly, leaning against his lap, Ning Looking at the face of the girl lying on her lap for a long time, she didn't want to read.

Although the knowledge in the book is mysterious, it seems to be inferior to the girl in front of me after all.

The breeze slowly passed, and the fragrance lingered in the nose, I don't know if it was the fragrance of flowers or the fragrance of a girl.

The real world is rainy and rainy days, but the unobservable in the dream is dazzlingly sunny, which makes him uncomfortable.

"Xiang'er." Ning Changjiu read the book and called out casually, and said: "Did your mother ask you what you mean before making this marriage contract for you?"

Zhao Xianger casually replied: "No, when I was young, it was my mother's meaning."

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Then why did you accept this marriage? Wouldn't you feel disrespected and angry?"

Zhao Xianger removed the book that covered her pretty face, took a look at Ning Changjiu, then covered the book back, calmly said: "I was ignorant at the time, and thought my husband was a funny thing, now I'm dying of anger. ."

Ning Changjiu smiled, and said: "You are too wild, and it is good for you to marry Taoism for more than ten years."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xianger's slow tone came from the back of the book, the book was moved away, the girl's eyes were full of murderousness, and said: "Ning Changjiu, you don't want to be delusional, I just came to cultivate for two years After all, it is absolutely impossible to marry you. If you have to get married, you will join us as Zhao Guo!"

Ning Changjiu said: "You have come here, and you like it very much. Why do you want to go? Is it because of face?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Hmph, what I like is the landscape here, but not you, how can I not go? Besides, I have a great career in the country of Zhao, and I will not treat you badly if you join the family and become a servant. It’s better than you being a little Taoist."

Ning Changjiu said: "If I become a parent, with your temperament, wouldn't it be necessary to be locked up in the palace compound, not seen by anyone else, and bullied for a lifetime?"

"Why? Do you still want to provoke the grass?" Zhao Xianger thought of his'crime', her eyes were stern, and said: "I promised you to be married. It is my respect for my mother's marriage certificate, you can Don't know what it is!"

Ning Changjiu is tit-for-tat, "I'm willing to marry you, and it's a demon, you can't be considerate?"

"Suppress demons with your body?" Zhao Xianger slammed the book and said: "I think you are begging again!"

Ning Changjiu did not compromise, thinking if he really became a son-in-law, what would happen to the marriage?

He said: "Your mother doesn't teach you etiquette, brother teaches you."

"Bah! I'm obviously a senior sister!" Zhao Xianger said, waving his fist and hitting it.

The grass grows dust.

The two scuffled under the big tree, alarming countless birds. The two punched and kicked, doing everything, and the two robes were messed up in the scuffle.

Ye Chan Palace watched this scene in the temple and sighed silently.

She moved.

I couldn't look outside, suddenly a woman in white clothes and black hair appeared.

Lu Jiajia stood between the blue water chestnuts, looking at the undulating waves of wheat and the ancient roof, and fell into contemplation in the pleasant breeze.

She just fell asleep, and immediately felt an amicable force calling herself. She floated along the moonlight and was there before she knew it.

Lu Jiajia immediately remembered that last night, the woman who told her story said that she still needs experience to make Jianxin truly complete.

Is this my own demonic experience?

Looking at this Taoist temple, Lu Jiajia thought to himself, during the experience of the demons, there should be many existences that make him headache... what would it be? Old man with red tail? Jiuying? Qiu Yue? Or other monsters...

Thinking about this, Lu Jiajia nervously walked up the steps.

The world is bright.

It was bright like a stage full of light sources. She was in it, and everything around her was plain and unpretentious, but there was always a sense of alienation and remoteness.

She walked into the view.

The fish in the freeing pool were playing with the light. With her arrival, everything seemed to be given life. The fish jumped out of the water, their tails flicked, and the sound of splashing water became a melody.

Looking forward, Lu Jiajia, the old eaves are soaked in wind and frost, the door in front of the temple is open, there is no light inside, and several unknown idols are faintly visible. Lu Jiajia walks between the temples, the cornices are tilted. As if rushing to her, she wears a jade crown on her head and an ancient sword on her waist. The ancient looks and appearance are in harmony with this Taoist temple.

Lu Jiajia walked in it for a while, only to feel that the place was full of immortality, and there was no hint of a demon. This devilish calamity was too gentle.

She kept moving forward and walked to the door of the last yard.

There was a faint sound inside the door, as if someone was arguing.

Lu Jiajia's heart is stunned, thinking that he is finally going to kill demons and slay demons?

She pushed open the courtyard gate with a heavy heart, and a scene of demons dancing in a wild rushing over her face.

The world fell into silence.

Lu Jiajia looked forward in astonishment, with the sword half drawn.

In the grass under the big tree in front, Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger, who are still childish, are fighting each other on the grass. The flowers and plants are covered in Taoist robes, looking very sloppy. They also stopped their internal fighting and looked at the ‘outsiders’ in the Taoist temple together.

Zhao Xianger thought to herself, I just thought about it, if I wanted to beat Ning Changjiu until Lu Jiama didn't know him, how could this person appear... Isn't this dream too efficacious?

Ning Changjiu was also surprised. He subconsciously said, "Marry...", but then he thought, his position at the moment is sixteen years old, he should not know the marrying person yet, he is afraid that he will wake up directly after drinking it. Out of respect for the dream, he pretended to be stupid: "Married...someone from home, Xianger, do you see who she is?"

"..." Zhao Xianger didn't want to care about this fool.

Zhao Xianger had no worries, and said straightforwardly: "Miss Lu, why are you here?"

Ning Changjiu was taken aback, wondering how you met? What a strange dream.

Lu Jiajia didn't know how to explain it. She immediately realized that the young girl in front of her was her own demon. Although it was incredible, it seemed reasonable to think about it carefully!

But how do you kill the demons? If she wanted to swing a sword at them, even if it was a dream, she would definitely not let it go.

Hmm... I really have a headache. Worthy of being a demon!

At this moment, a voice came from Jian's heart.

It's the voice of that fairy sister.

"Sword heart is full of one hundred swords, every time you reach a token, you can get five, when the sword heart is full, it is the day of swordsmanship."

The fairy woman's words curled up like a light smoke.

Lu Jiajia nodded as if he knew what Ling Fu was. When he was about to ask what Ling Fu was, he felt Jian Xin's rebirth ripples.

"Ling Fuyi, become their master sister, let them study hard and not be distracted."

Lu Jiajia understands, Ling Fu is probably the task assigned to her by the fairy girl.

Supervise the young girls to study...Isn't this what I did when I was speaking to the Sword Heavenly Sect? At that time, she gave lectures to the disciples every day, and beat Ning Changjiu's palm in class, very cold and majestic.

This task does not seem to be difficult, she has experience and confidence.

In the surprised eyes of Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu, Lu Jiajia's face suddenly became stern. She gently waved her sleeves and closed the courtyard door. The sleeves seemed to be lingering in the cold winter wind.

She looked at them and said coldly: "I asked you to study hard here, what are you doing? You must be serious if I stare at you?"

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger looked at each other.

What...what is the situation?

Didn’t the master let us read the book? What does it have to do with marrying? Why did she appear in the dream?

"Don't understand?" Lu Jiajia said coldly.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger shook their heads together.

Lu Jia married: "I am your elder sister, and I will discipline you on behalf of the master."

Ning Changjiu was not used to her tone of voice. He couldn't help but think of her appearance in class, and his heart moved, thinking that if Si Ming is a paper tiger, then the marriage is not even a paper tiger, and the fierce dress will be broken.

Zhao Xianger was very obedient, and said: "I want to read too. This is the evil Taoist who is always annoying me and makes me unwilling to read."

Lu Jiajia turned to Ning Changjiu, and said, "Can this happen?"

She looked at the sixteen-year-old boy, regaining the feeling of giving lectures.

Ning Changjiu retorted: "It was clearly her first hand."

Lu Jia married: "Okay, let's forget the past. Then I will look at you. If you still dare to mess around, don't blame me for moving out of the door."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What are the gate rules?"

Lu Jiamara was speechless for a while, she paused, and without changing her face, repeated the rules of Yu Jian Tianzong's door.

Ning Changjiu smiled silently, thinking that he deserves to be married, even in a dream, his mind is so awkward.

Forget it, just give her a face.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger were taken to the wooden table in the yard, and sat face to face. Lu Jia married in front of them, pacing slowly, holding a paddle, lightly touching his palm, and said: "Read carefully, not allowed If you dare to disobey orders, I will take care of you with a ruler!"

Things went smoother than she thought. After finishing this, a voice sounded in Jian's heart——Ling Fu Dao.

The original empty Jianxin is filled a little.

Lu Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't think it was any difficult task. After the young and young girls grew up, they were disrespectful to themselves. They used this dream to show off their power, which seemed to be quite satisfactory.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger are reading.

At first, they were all fascinated by the mystery in the book, and they had no distractions, but after all, the sea of ​​knowledge was limited and could not bear too much in a short period of time. After half an hour, Ning Changjiu felt a little tired, and he watched as he was still reading. Zhao Xiang'er, Zhao Xiang'er's eyes flickered and looked tired, just still pretending.

Under the stone table, Ning Changjiu stretched out his leg and kicked Zhao Xianger.

Zhao Xianger raised her eyebrows and stepped on his foot.

Ning Changjiu refused to admit defeat, and his other foot joined the battle.

Under the table, a fierce battle is on the horizon.

Lu Jiajia is not blind. She quickly noticed their little actions. She slapped the table with the ruler and said coldly: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Lu...Senior Sister Mingjian, it was his leg that moved first."

Lu Jiajia looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "What do you have to say?"

Ning Changjiu watched Lu marry her, intending to pierce her high coldness, and then seized the ruler to Zhen Zhenfu Gang, he got up, and said: "I and Xianger girl Zhanguan is king, marrying you is later. I should be my younger sister. How can there be any reason for the younger sister from heaven? It's so fierce..."

Because of the fact that Ning Changjiu has always forged the sword, Lu Jiajia is more or less afraid of her husband, but she feels that she can't lose her momentum. At this time, Jianxin gave another order, "The order is issued to let the restless disciples know that the rules are strict in Guanzhong."

Lu Jia married: "You hit me in the hall, unforgivable, stretch out your hand."

Ning Changjiu not only did not stretch, but also chose to resist.

But in his dream, he was not Lu Jiajia's opponent at all. Lu Jiajia restrained him and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this demon was just annoying and not powerful, otherwise he would be embarrassed again today.

She grabbed Ning Changjiu's hand and severely punished her with a ruler. Ning Changjiu dreamed of returning to sixteen.

The sound of the beater reached Zhao Xiang'er’s ears, but it made her feel uncomfortable... It was clearly her husband. If you want to bully, you must bully yourself. Lu Jiajia bullied her husband in front of her. Isn't it just humiliating me?

Thinking about this, Zhao Xianger started to shoot the case, and said: "Don't fight anymore! I won't read a book anymore."

Jianxin's command symbol again: to appease Zhao Xianger.

Lu Jiamara thought about it, and his inspiration flashed, "Okay, Sister Sister makes another rule! If Ning makes mistakes for a long time, I will give you the ruler and you will punish him, but you must study hard, otherwise you will You will lose this power. Ning Changjiu, the same is true for you. If Xianger doesn’t abide by the rules, you can punish her, but you must not violate the discipline."

Zhao Xianger was silent for a moment, sat down obediently, and said: "Then it's up to you."

Ning Changjiu couldn't beat Lu Jiajia, so there is no opinion.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger don't accept each other in their hearts. If they are punished by the other party, but they can't hold their heads up for a lifetime, they don't allow this to happen.

Of course, the main reason is that within the Taoist Temple, the realm of Lu's marriage is far above them, and they don't dare to collide head-on.

The two read the book obediently, sitting upright, not giving each other a chance to pick the wrong one.

Lu Jiajia breathed a sigh of relief.

In the knowledge of the sea, Ling Fu completed two more times, and ten swords sank into the heart of the sword.

In a short period of time, Jianxin has been molded by one-fifth, and the efficiency is considerable. It is already a matter of time to come to the top of the road.

Another hour has passed.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger were immersed in the world of books, but Lu Jiajia noticed something was wrong-if the two of them were too obedient, her swordsman would not issue a token, where would she go to get the sword? Where's the son?

But my own rules have been set, and it is difficult to change them.

Could it be that...you must take the initiative to create some chaos, and then prompt Jianxin to issue a token, so as to achieve Jianxin Consummation faster?

Lu Jiajia narrowed her narrow and beautiful eyes. As a master sister, she took the initiative to destroy the discipline of Taoism.

But... what should I do?

Lu Jiajia thought about it distressedly, and even wanted Ning Changjiu to help him out.

At this moment, outside the courtyard, I suddenly thought of knocking on the door.

Boom boom boom.

The three raised their heads together, looking at each other.

Lu Jia married and said: "You are good to study, I will open the door."

Speaking, she walked around the tree and opened the courtyard gate.

Lu Jiajia was stunned again.

"You...Why did you come?" Lu Jia married in every way puzzled.

Outside the door, Si Ming has a silver-haired and black robe, quietly independent and radiant.

She looked at her equally astonished.

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