Beyond the Divine States Chapter 366: : The figure in the lotus pond

The moonlight turned over the corner of the eaves, and divided bright squares in front of the window. The slightly crude bed was shrunk in the corner. There was no gauze curtain on the bed tent. The woman and the girl were against each other between the thin quilts. The thin moonlight became the gauze of the bed.

Ning Changjiu finished this sentence and stared at Si Ming seriously.

The two are very close, the skin is close to each other, the warm breath between the bedding blends with each other, they can feel each other's breathing and heartbeat, and even tacitly transform into the same frequency, just like one person, Ning Changjiu quiet Looking at her eyelashes, silver hair, and looking at her ingenious facial features, the indifferent beauty that was originally endowed by divinity has a soft charm.

Si Ming was stunned, her slightly bent body tightened on her side, her eyes dodge subconsciously, but Ning Changjiu kept watching her, and after a little panic, she met Ning Changjiu's eyes again ——His eyes are so clear and clear, this feeling is familiar, like the night sky she stared at for a long time when she was still a priest.

They didn't need words, they saw each other's thoughts in their eyes.

Since the meeting in Duanjiecheng, the barrier created when the swords face each other has suddenly disappeared. The distance between them is only between the lips.

For a moment, in Si Ming’s mind, the picture that the master sister let her witness was like a storm of light and shadow, and she was instantly involved in it. The whispers of the young man when he climbed the moon pillar were intertwined in his heart, under the gaze of the other party. , These feelings suddenly sublimated, turning into wildfire, rushing across the body, burning the body hot.

She didn't even dare to breathe, because her breath became hot too, and this sudden burning would reveal the strangeness of her mind.

They stared at each other for a long time, motionless.

Si Ming originally wanted La Lu's marriage and Zhao Xiang'er to fool around as a shield, but the words came to his lips and couldn't say anything.

"I...I like you too."

Si Ming said that, her voice was very soft, as if leaking from between her teeth. She felt that this was the tone of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but she didn't want to avoid her heart, nor could she think of a better answer.

Ning Changjiu smiled.

So the distance between the lips of the two of them disappeared.

Everything is so natural, like the petals kissing the dew in the early spring, like the water soaking through the beach at high tide, or like the white hidden under the valley before dawn, or the black that burns in the twilight.

The closer the two got closer, the only gap between the bodies was simmered warm.

This was supposed to be a moment of revealing the heart and pushing all emotions to a substantive climax, but because of Ning Changjiu's physical condition at this moment, the two only kissed their lips for a while, and then parted in shame.

The moonlight by the window becomes bright again.

At the same time, in the deepest hall of Taoism, the door slowly opened, and the elder sister and the second elder brother came to the temple with solemn expressions, one left and one right, gently kneeling on the ground.

From the curtain of white gauze, Ye Changong coughed softly.

Her figure trembled among the white gauze, like a candle in the wind.

After coughing for a long time, Ye Changong's voice slowly calmed down.

The master sister hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "Master is already like this, why bother to open Kunlun?"

The second brother also said: "If it is just to strengthen the younger brother, the cost may be too high."

Ye Chan Palace's tone remained quiet: "We will fight the Twelve Kingdoms sooner or later. When Kunlun opens, it will be the day when war is declared. There is no better time than now."

The big sister worries: "But Master, you are in poor health. Recently, you have used authority so frequently, I'm afraid..."

Senior Sister said, she suddenly remembered something, saying: "Master lacks infinite authority, because it is a part of time, which has been obliterated in twelve years back, but the younger brother and Sister Xueci have In terms of time, if the power is blended, can it reshape the infinity and heal the injury of the master?"

"No." Ye Chan Gong said: "In the previous life, since I chose Ning Changjiu, I have a deep meaning. Besides, what can I do even if I hold an infinite hand? It's just a long-lasting existence and an undefeated one. "

Unbeaten is also defeated.

The big sister sighed softly, without speaking.

She is already one of the most powerful people in the world, but at this moment, she still feels powerless.

After a while, the door opened again, and the fifth brother arrived late, and there were black spots on his robe that exploded during the test.

He sent an apology to the master and the senior brothers and sisters, and then knelt down and sat down on the side.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's talk about business." Ye Changong said.

The fifth brother asked: "Is it about evil?"

Ye Changong gave a hum, her thin lips lightly opened, and she retelled the story Ning Changjiu told them.

The three of them knelt down and listened quietly.

After a while, Ye Chan Palace finished telling this simple story.

The content of the story is very simple, it sounds like a legend to deceive young children.

"What do you think?" Ye Changong asked.

The three of them bowed their heads together, lost in thought.

The first person who expressed his opinion was the master sister, she thought: "Budu Kingdom should refer to this world. As for the eyelashes...maybe it refers to the eyes."

"No." Senior Brother Five shook his head and said: "What the eyelash platform refers to must be the Dark Lord. This is very important and obvious. What's more, even if it is so obvious, evil still gives us hints. The term eyelash platform may be derived from the four characters'beaded fetus dark knot'."

The big sister suddenly nodded. The jewel is dark knot, and the knot and the fetus are removed, and it is the darkness and the beads.

The fifth brother said: "First of all, what we have to figure out is what the painted wood is."

This is something that runs through the whole story.

In the Kingdom of Buddhism, the world originally had no color. Painted wood took away the color, and the color also gave them strength, just like a sword.

The second brother said: "The reference to painting wood is also very obvious."

The elder sister and the fifth elder brother looked at him together.

"It's spiritual energy." The second senior said: "The place where the painted wood was taken out is the abyss of the sea of ​​hope. The young man said that it is the lowest place in the world. The aura should be in that abyss. In the story, the aura is compared to a painted wood and then taken out."

The master sister gave a hum and said: "Six ropes, perhaps referring to six great realms."

Senior Brother Five also agreed with this view. He asked: "Then why are young people getting out of the deep well and getting bruised and bruised?"

The second brother said: "Maybe the well is repelling him, or it may be..."

The elder sister answered: "It is also possible that the princess raised the axe to chop the tree, but it was not the tree that was actually cut...The axe actually fell on him, and the initial spiritual power was taken from him. Of."

This statement is terrifying.

"Spiritual power, cultivator..." Senior Brother Five murmured: "There should be no doubt. In the story, people can only live for ten years, but they can live longer because of the color. This is the same as spiritual energy. "

The master sister said: "But at the end of the story, this young man represents darkness. If color can overcome darkness, why does he want people to obtain color to defeat himself?"

The fifth brother gently shook his guard, and he couldn't extract this from many clues for a while.

The second brother said: "There is another question, what if the princess really draws the dark night for that world?"

The fifth brother said: "Perhaps people will have the power to fight against the darkness."

The second brother is more puzzled: "What does the black mean?"

Everyone fell silent.

Senior sister recalled the story, and suddenly said: "The king's eyes were drawn by young people."

The second brother and the fifth brother immediately understood that the king's color blindness might also be related to him.

"Purple is identified as black... By the way, when young people introduced many colors earlier, they seemed to deliberately didn't mention purple." Brother Five flashed many thoughts, he caught one of them and said: "In this story, purple equals black?"

"What does purple mean?" Second Senior Brother asked rhetorically.

"It's the Purple Mansion." The big sister said coldly and gave the answer.

Purple House...

Everyone understood instantly and said in unison:

"Xiantian Ling?!"

After a brief astonishment, everyone fell silent again.

No one knows when the innate spirit originated.

No one knows why someone owns this thing and someone doesn't.

They have lived in the Purple Mansion since the ascetics were born, helping them to practice and even become their weapons.

But if the Purple Mansion symbolizes darkness, does that also imply that the innate spirit will betray?

A strong ascetic does not necessarily have an innate spirit, but anyone who has an innate spirit must be a leader on the path of cultivation. If one day all the innate spirits betrayed, the life of a monk is closely related to it. Who can resist this betrayal from the flesh?

The elder sister said lightly: "Don't make a fuss, the suspicion of innate spirits is ancient."

"Yeah." The second brother and the fifth brother responded, unable to conceal their anxiety.

They continue to analyze other references in the story.

"The devil who devours seven colors..."

"It should be those foreign gods in the early days. They came here, and what they robbed was the spiritual energy here." Senior Brother Five said.

"Well, the high cliff of the eyelash platform should be the road to ascension." The second senior brother also said.

"All the ascendants have been killed." The master sister sighed: "People who are different from the story, people know that the demon head lives on the eyelashes, but in the eyes of the world's monks, Dao Fa At the end of it is Xian Ting, great freedom."

But the essence is no different.

The fifth brother nodded: "We can't break the obsession of the monks, we can only get on the eyelash stage faster than everyone else, kill that existence, and open a real path for all monks." /

So far, the story has been explained almost.

It's just that everyone has a thought in their minds: these things are not the only things that evil wants to convey.

Something is missing in the story, they haven't figured it out yet! And that, perhaps the key to defeating the Dark Lord.

The evil now is controlled by the dark lord, but the dark lord’s penetration of the heavens and the earth obviously did not do what they want. Therefore, in recent years, the evil has not only created the sky list, but also attracted the heroes and talents from all sides. He also set up countless spiritual lists, attracting monks and warlocks from all sides here, and he should want to use those lists to convey something.

In the Taoist Temple, the three disciples thought about things and stopped talking.

Ye Chan Palace, who has been quiet and speechless, opened his mouth lightly, and asked quietly, "What is black?"

The three disciples looked at each other.

In the story, black is the thing that initially shrouded the world, the blood and bones of young warriors, and an indispensable color...

But what exactly does it mean?

Is it a certain kind of aura?

This answer seems a bit far-fetched.

No one can give a clear answer.

This is the end of this night’s discussion.

The three disciples left the hall.

In the white gauze, the lotus shadow swayed, and the master's figure was as light as a wisp of wind, and the coughing sound came from the hall again, without stopping all night.

……

When the sun came through, Si Ming got up and left the couch early, she covered Ning Changjiu's eyes with the quilt, and then began to change clothes.

Si Ming changed into the **** robe that was never stained with dust.

In the light and shadow of dawn, Si Ming stood barefoot on the jade, and after the white ribbon was tied, her perfect figure was more clearly outlined, like a picture with a clear relationship between light and dark.

Ning Changjiu looked at her figure, helplessly unhealed.

Si Ming has begun to clean up the house. She tied her silver hair behind her, sometimes bending over, sometimes stepping on her feet, busy in the house, seemingly kind of gentle and virtuous.

She set up the stove to cook medicine.

"Snow Porcelain." Ning Changjiu called.

"Huh?" Si Ming accepted the title.

Ning Changjiu said: "After we go back, let's confess with the marriage."

Si Ming turned his back to him and said leisurely: "Frankly what? We just like each other. I also like flowers, vanilla, morning glow and twilight. Should I also report these to Lu Jiajia? What's more, I rely on it. Why do you want to report to Lu Jiama? Is she older than me?"

Ning Changjiu smiled helplessly. For this proud woman with disagreements, he had no means of restraint, so he could only use love to influence, and he always seemed to be powerless.

Ning Changjiu said: "We are going to be together after all."

Si Ming said: "Who wants to be with you? I want to return to the kingdom of God."

Ning Changjiu said: "Your kingdom of God has long been destroyed by Master."

Si Ming thought for a while and believed himself: "Master may just want to promote me to a priest."

"Stop dreaming, how can you get your turn? How can you be better than the elder sister." Ning Changjiu poured cold water relentlessly.

Just heard a slap, Si Ming slapped the table fiercely, looked back angrily, and said: "Okay, not only do you have a bad heart for the master, you even let it go, huh, I am inferior to her? Since I am inferior She, let her take care of you!"

"I..." Ning Chang was speechless for a long time, so he had to coax softly, "I just don't want you to be someone else's priest, I always reserve a place for you."

"Who is rare..." Si Ming lowered his head and half-bited his red lips, and said: "Then explain why you have to report to Lu Jiajia. In your eyes, she is your chief Taoist. Couple, we are all optional additions?"

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "Could it be that we should marry without hiding?"

Si Ming said indifferently: "You don't need to argue, marry that little girl... I have my own measure. After I go back, you are not allowed to help her. I will stand up and see if she dares to do anything right. Shelf."

Ning Changjiu had to smile wryly, and humbly agreed. .

When Si Ming thought that he could avenge his dreams after he went back, he felt a little more happy, huh, he couldn't beat Master, and couldn't he cure your little sword fairy in the green silk and white clothes?

"Okay, don't move, I will give you a dressing."

Si Ming brought the stone box gifted by the master sister to treat Ning Changjiu's injuries.

She took the stone box and walked to Ning Changjiu's side, broke his body over, untied his clothes, and applied medicine to him.

"I have never tried this medicine. If it is not good, please blame your senior sister, don't blame me." Si Ming wiped Xi Yang on his wound.

Ning Changjiu sighed and smiled: "I still blame myself for bad luck."

Fortunately, Breathing Soil does have miraculous effects, wherever it is wiped, the wounds are healed, the scars melt, and the skin regenerates. It is more effective than the authority of time.

Except for a few parts, the rest of the trauma healed in a short period of time.

Si Ming feels wonderful, she will use the rest to hide it secretly and keep it for later use.

Si Ming then brought me the medicine, his lips breathed, and the boiling medicine was warmed.

She took a spoon and gave Ning Changjiu medicine.

"It's a bit bitter," Ning Changjiu said.

Si Ming smiled lightly and said: "Close your eyes."

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes.

The medication is still going on.

After a long time, the light entered his eyes again, and Si Mingqing wiped the corners of his wet lips, smiling and asking: "Are you still suffering?"

"Very sweet." Ning Changjiu also smiled.

……

The days of unobservable healing are very quiet.

Si Ming still carried him into the wheelchair as usual, pushed out the door, and went to see the green mountains and beautiful waters in the mountains and the birds, fish and insects that should have been extinct.

More often, they will come to the edge of the cliff together, watch the sea of ​​clouds, and listen to Songtao.

This was when Ning Changjiu felt the most peaceful.

His injuries are terrible.

At that time, when he came to the temple with his commandment on his back, what he was carrying was not his own body, but the wisp of obsession.

His meridians are all broken, his acupuncture points are destroyed, his bones are cracked, and the sea of ​​qi is penetrated.

If his place is not unobservable, then he should be a corpse or a surviving soul at this moment.

Si Ming knows this too well, so although she loves to quarrel with him on weekdays, she also pretends to be angry, and wants to beat and beat his temperament. When they slept together, Ning Changjiu had nothing to do. Si Ming would wake up immediately if he suffered from slight pain, he would be concerned and healed for him.

Even though she has always been hard-mouthed these days, she has always cared for Ning Changlong in every possible way.

Ning Changjiu is also clear.

The elder sister, the second elder brother, and the fifth elder brother are still watching. These days, they often come to visit the younger brother and younger sister.

Among them, the elder sister is the most enthusiastic. She will visit Ning Changjiu almost every day to check his progress in reading the book she has written.

Ning's long recovery is only ten days later.

These are ten days that seem to be peaceful.

In the afternoon, Si Ming pushed Ning Changjiu into the wheat field. Ning Changjiu leaned on the chair handle with both hands and slowly propped up his body. He sensed the location of the sea of ​​qi and opened the sea of ​​qi that had been exhausted, and absorbed it. The aura of Shino.

The whole sky opened up for him.

Ning Changjiu’s breath is long and long, Mai Lang gently rises and falls with the rhythm of his breathing, his mind and the world are reciprocating, as if it is not the world that contains him, but that he wraps the whole world. All the movement and stillness here became long between his breaths and breaths.

Si Ming stood on one side, and his eyebrows that had been frowned out of concern gradually unfolded.

She also smiled.

The spiritual power flowed into the sea of ​​qi, and did not arouse any pain. On the contrary, they filled the body, blended with themselves, and became the source of support.

Ning Changjiu seems to be standing in place, but also in an unknown dimension, watching himself at this moment with cold eyes. He is both a human being and a heaven, an unshakable authenticity and an unpredictable self.

Ning Changjiu is familiar with this feeling.

In the first battle with the Sin King, he drew the silver holy sword from his command body, and time and fate blended into infinity. At that moment, he was at such a splendid intersection.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, as if grabbing the sky.

That is the authority gifted by heaven and earth when entering the Five Realms.

He didn't know the name of this authority, but he could feel that it might have something to do with bows and arrows.

He has not yet had time to realize the mystery of authority. The Golden Crow has already flown out of the Purple Mansion, flapping its wings and dancing in the aura of the sea of ​​qi, spreading the golden light into every corner of the sea of ​​qi, and it turns its figure lightly, as if it were right. Fight the wind and waves.

Ning Changjiu officially entered the five realms.

Si Ming smiled from the bottom of his heart.

In the middle of Mai Lang, Ning Changjiu glanced at the wheelchair that had accompanied him for more than ten days, and then set his gaze gently on Si Ming's body.

Si Ming stared at him, the breeze was blowing, the silver hair was against the porcelain cheeks, and the long skirt was ironed with the slim curves.

They got so close again.

The two moved closer.

Si Mingwei stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Ning Changjiu hugged her into his arms.

Spring has not yet passed, and everything is about to be bred in the warmth in the silky wind, and other flowers will bloom.

Unfortunately, another voice rang out of time, interrupting them.

That is the voice of Ye Chan Palace.

"Long time, come to be in the palace of the teacher."

In the simple words, the two immediately realized something was wrong, and they separated like an electric shock.

Ning Changjiu said to the Taoist Temple and responded.

……

The temple, the candlelight is faint.

Ning Changjiu opened the door of the hidden palace, knelt in front of the white gauze, and said, "Thank you, Master, for taking care of these days. I have been fine for a long time."

"Yeah." Ye Chan Palace was not emotional, but faintly said: "After today, go down the mountain, I am afraid that I will not have time to take care of your life and death as a teacher. From now on, you have to face it alone."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, for some reason Master would say such things.

He was silent for a while, and tentatively asked: "Master...is going to go to war with the kingdom of God?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "It wasn't supposed to be at this time, but I can't afford it anymore."

In the words, the woman's soft cough came through the veil, like a cold frosty wind.

"Disciple... I know." Ning Changjiu gently bowed his head and said earnestly: "After leaving the temple, the disciple will be careful not to make Master worry too much."

"This has nothing to do with your carelessness." Ye Chan Gong said: "If someone wants to kill you, even if you escape to the end of the sea, it won't help."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who is going to kill the disciple?"

"Jiangaku." Ye Changong gave the answer: "You are my disciple, and you are the enemy of Jiange. Moreover, the first sword of the Juggernaut is to kill you. That sword will return without success, he is afraid Will not give up."

Ning Changjiu nodded.

Although he has broken through the five realms at this moment, he is definitely not the opponent of the Juggernaut. If he has to kill himself, what can he do?

Ning Changjiu said: "The disciples try their best to avoid disasters. If the Sword Saint really takes action against the younger generation, the disciples will never back down."

"Yeah." Ye Chan Gong's head lightly tapped, and said: "After sending the sword, remember to go to a place."

"Where?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"Boundary City." Ye Chan Palace said: "Let Si Ming protect you. At this moment, she can already travel through the abyss."

Ning Chang didn't understand it for a long time, but remembered the agreement he had with Shao Xiaoli, and nodded gently.

"The disciples must remember." Ning Changjiu said.

Ye Changong coughed lightly and said, "Do you have any wishes?"

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled and did not answer.

Ye Chan Gong said: "If not, today you will go down the mountain with Snow Porcelain."

"Yes!" Ning Changjiu sighed and said suddenly.

Ye Chan Gong said: "But it doesn't hurt to say."

Ning Changjiu nervously said: "I...I want to see how Master looks like."

Ye Chan Gong didn't feel offended, but agreed to his request.

The wind in the hall suddenly became louder.

The white yarn blows, and its upper figure sways, like the wind caught by the white yarn.

The layers of veils gradually spread out.

Ning Changjiu held his breath, and for a moment, he felt overwhelmed.

He originally thought Master would refuse or even reprimand him.

In this unprepared consciousness, he finally witnessed the true face of Ye Chan Palace clearly.

It was a secluded lotus water surface, the light and shadow were dim, and the ink cyan long skirt was spread out on the water surface, and the white gauze was hung on it. The face of Ning Changjiu could not be described by pure beauty. The ultimate, elegant ultimate, and then take the supreme holiness of the cloud to sign her.

Ning Changjiu knelt and sat on the spot, staring at the front blankly. His Dao heart was already firm, but he was still shocked by what he saw.

And what shocked him the most was not the unprecedented beauty.

But the appearance of the master.

The ‘extremely poor state’ that Master said was undoubtedly revealed before him in a visible form.

Ye Chan Palace sits gracefully in the lotus platform.

The shadow of the white gauze around is still a woman's slim.

But she is wearing this dress.

It's like a little girl stole an adult's clothes.

……

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(Thanks to book friend Wei Xiaohe for rewarding the rudder master! Thank you book friend Qinglian outside Jianxin for rewarding heroes! Thank you two book friends for their support~ Meme Da.)