Beyond the Divine States Chapter 465: : Moonlight He Jiaojiao once photographed a couple

In the ethereal Taoist Temple, Ning Changjiu and Ye Chan Palace looked at each other.

Ye Chan Palace looked at the paper marriage book, his eyebrows moved slightly, like the gentle breeze of butterfly wings.

"Should I write?"

Ye Chan Palace returns to tranquility.

She is still a cold fairy, and the world's fireworks will fly over her eyes, but she can't stick to it.

Ning waited for a long time. Before his thoughts were confirmed, he couldn't help but touched the top of his head...nothing was touched.

In the world of immortality, he has no way, just an ordinary person, so he can't see his lifeline, just like a person can't look up and see the heart of his head.

The white yarn gradually stood still.

Ye Chan Gong dropped the pen and wrote a name without any haste. After finishing writing, she folded the marriage book.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, thinking she would hand it out.

Ye Chan Palace kept the marriage certificate away.

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu wondered, "Is there any other test for Master?"

Ye Chan Palace said softly: "When you are sixteen, I will give you the marriage certificate. This is the tradition of the teacher."

Ning Changjiu was stunned, he looked at the whirling shadow on the yarn, and said nothing for a while. I thought that the teacher showed that Ming is like the little sheep on the moon, but how can he use more tricks than himself...

After calming his mind, Ning Changjiu sighed: "Master's method is really...smart workmanship."

Ye Chan Palace asked: "Are you mocking me?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The disciple is already twenty this year."

Ye Chan Palace said: "Don't worry, in the world of immortality, there will be many young people."

Ning Changjiu stood silent.

Ye Chan Palace looked at him, and said coldly: "There are family laws, and the door has rules. The marriage book will be discussed at the age of 16."

Ning Changjiu sighed, there was no other way, so he had no choice but to say: "Disciples, please follow the orders of your teacher."

Ye Chan Palace stands up, stepping across the emptiness lotus pond, and picking up the curtain.

The girl is wearing long hair, and the snow-white gauze belt is wrapped around her arms. The paper wedding book is slanted into the placket. The paper and the softness are close to each other, and the silk is tightly stitched. The dark color belt is tied around the waist, and the curve between the waist and back is also Like a slender month.

She walked by Ning Changjiu's side.

The power of dreams disappears.

Ning Changjiu fell from the top of the dream.

In front of his eyes, pictures of Three Thousand Worlds, Heavenly Sword Sect, Cross Frame, the bottom of Luohe, and Mutang flashed one by one.

It turns out that he is not only falling into a dream, but into multiple dreams. Every time he writes a name on the marriage letter, he is equivalent to entering a deeper dream.

Master arranged this marriage letter, perhaps because he was sure that he would not fill her name obediently, so that he would be lost in a dream, and he would spend eight years with her carefree and carefree, and he was truly in the realm of immortality. He will turn into a butterfly, flying in the sky like other butterflies.

His happiness in the dreamland will also be a dream created by the master with the power of the dreamland.

The Butterfly Dream.

Zhao Xianger, Lu Jiajia, Xue Ci, Shao Xiaoli, Ning Xiaoling... their cheeks flashed in front of them one by one.

The dream was completely shattered, and he returned to the truly unobservable. Ye Chan Palace had already passed by him, and the only thing he could see was his back.

Ning Changjiu walked towards her.

He exclaimed suddenly, and fell forward.

Ye Chan Palace supported him.

Ning Changjiu slightly apologized, and said: "It wasn't on purpose. The clothes are a bit big."

Ye Chan Gong said: "It's okay, I'll cut it for you."

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In the courtyard, Ning Changjiu sat aside, watching the golden storm formed by butterflies, Ye Changong was sitting beside him, using moonlight to set a pair of scissors to cut clothes for him.

"Master, how can you do everything?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile.

Ye Chan Palace's scissors slid through the clothing room.

"When I was still in the laurel, I looked at the world from the moon. From slash-and-burn till they used linen and cotton to make clothes, their weaving skills became more and more refined, and then dyed with colors and patterns became more and more exquisite...I I watched them grow up a little bit." Ye Changong's words were nostalgic, "So most of the time, I will do it, but some are relatively unfamiliar."

Ning Changjiu couldn't help but recalled the past. At that time, he was far from the tranquility of Chang Xi. He always liked to leave the kingdom of the sun **** and go to the world. At that time, Xihe had very big opinions on this. I often lose my temper with him.

"For thousands of years, people have recited countless moon poems, but they don't know that there are temple fairies on the moon." Ning Changjiu said with a smile.

"Poems praising the sun are not a few." Ye Chan Gong said.

"But it's far from enough to be compared with the moon appearance." Ning Changjiu looked in harmony with his master and apprentice.

"Um..." Ye Changong thought for a while, and said: "That shows that the poets in the world really distinguish good from bad."

"..." Ning Changjiu's words choked, as if the two of them rejected each other's courtesy exchanges, only to push for a round, and the other party accepted the gift.

Ye Chan Palace looked at him distressed, as if asking him what he thought.

Ning Changjiu arched his hands, helplessly said: "Master Mingjian."

Ye Changong turned his head, his eyes continued to fall faintly on the clothes, and suddenly said: "Would you like to try other clothes styles?"

Ning Changjiu had a bad hunch, and thought about it: "Master...what do you want?"

Ye Chan Gong pointed to the clothes, and said: "If you cut the edge of the clothes into a petal-like outline..."

Ning Changjiu quickly stopped her idea: "The disciple feels wrong!"

Ye Chan Gong said: "There are only two of us here, what are your worries?"

Ning Changjiu retorted: "Since there are only two of us here, why didn't Master take his clothes and use the knife first?"

"My clothes?" Ye Changong lowered his head, looked at his well-mannered moon-colored gauze skirt, and asked for advice humbly: "Then, how do you think this clothes should be tailored to be more beautiful?"

Ning Changjiu looked at Ye Changong's clear and simple eyes, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He was about to make a serious suggestion, but he saw Ye Changong point the tip of the scissors at himself imperceptibly.

Ning Changjiu sighed and said: "Master, this is very good, no need to change."

"Really?"

"Really."

"If you have other ideas, feel free to speak up." Ye Changong said softly.

"No." Ning Changjiu looked at the scissors in her hand, thinking that our tradition of teaching people by virtue of virtue is really consistent.

Ye Chan Palace cuts clothes with light movements, such as pruning flowers and branches. The leftovers of the clothes are like white snow.

When the clothes were cut, Ning Changjiu couldn't help but speak, "Master is really getting more and more..."

"Huh?"

"Well...it's getting more and more humane."

"Are you complimenting me?" Ye Changong looked at him indifferently.

Ning Changjiu took over the clothes and said, "Why do you ask, Master?"

Ye Changong's eyes were cold, and the scissors in his hand turned into a ruler.

Ning Changjiu was silent immediately.

The master held the ruler and stood with his hands behind, leading Ning Changjiu to the outside of the temple. The two went to watch the deer and butterflies together.

If it is the appearance of other iceberg little beauties, it will give people a sense of maturity in pretending to be an adult, but Yechan Palace has been quiet for thousands of years in Guanghan Palace, even if it is a girl, when it is quiet, it will be lonely and sad. The meaning of secluded, lonely white and bright is in the bones. She is the most beautiful fairy, but she only makes people feel infinitely beautiful.

The butterfly is flying in the sky, and the wings and wings are connected to form a sea.

The deer hurried past his eyes.

Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong walked through the jade-colored forest, with golden branches and jade leaves rustling in the sky.

Ning Changjiu asked: "When will my line of life decrease?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Every three months is a season."

Ning Changjiu said: "I remember there was a saying in ancient books that'one foot is worth a foot, the day is half, and the world will never be exhausted.' Why can't the immortal world based on this rule not achieve true immortality?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Because the soul is not infinitely separable. When it is small as a real particle, we, who are the primates of all things, are no different from other lives."

Ye Chan Gong didn't seem to want to continue this topic, she walked into the sea of ​​flowers, butterflies surrounded her shadow.

Ning Changjiu also walked carefully through the flower field.

Ning Changjiu looked at the butterflies in the sky and asked: "If one day, I become a butterfly, how will Master find me?"

Ye Chan Gong said indifferently: "You don't tell me today, even if you become a butterfly, a deer, or a fish, you will still be by my side. Will it remain the same forever? You will stay with me, why should I look for you?"

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "But I thought again, this world of butterflies forgets their lives, why should I feel that I am a special one? I...have no confidence in myself."

Ye Chan's palace hangs his head slightly, looking at the corner of the marriage book that is faintly exposed between his clothes, and saying: "Thousands of years ago, you thought that way."

"What?" Ning Changjiu asked in confusion: "Won't the master still sleep on the moon at that time?"

Ye Chan Palace looked at the butterflies flying in the sky and said: "These butterflies, deer, and fish are your original answers."

Speaking, she stretched out her hand, and a butterfly stopped on the back of her hand, flapping its wings.

Ning Changjiu looked at the butterfly.

There is an asymmetrical pattern on the back of the butterfly.

Ning Changjiu noticed this when he first entered the world of immortality. All the lives here have patterns.

Ning Changjiu didn't feel that there was anything wrong at first. At this moment, he suddenly realized: "These patterns...were all painted by me back then?"

Ye Changong nodded: "Yes, you were afraid that I would not be able to find you when I returned, so you marked yourself, but still not at ease, you made all the other gods and souls exactly the same. Mark to distinguish yourself. So, in the world of immortality, you are the most special butterfly."

The butterfly flew away from the back of the hand and merged into the sky, like a drop of water returning to the sea, drifting away along the ocean current, and no trace of it was found.

Ning Changjiu looked at the butterfly shadow in the sky and said: "I was really hard working back then..."

Ye Chan Palace looked up at the sky until the butterfly wind dissipated. Silently.

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and asked: "If I don't make any marks, my soul is lost in them, Master... can I get me back?"

Ye Chan Gong did not directly answer, "Guess what?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned.

Ye Changong pursed his lips, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be nonexistent, "The world of immortality is bigger than you think. Let me walk with me over the years. After a few years, we should be able to enjoy it. Everything here."

Ning Changjiu raised his head and looked at the unobservable sky above.

It's like a cloud following, and it's like a kite they fly.

"Okay." Ning Changjiu said: "We are home from all over the world."

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The time of immortality is slow, and the world is long.

At sunset, the last flower in the courtyard withered from the tree, the cicadas cried out, the summer was over, and the autumn rain was cool in the blink of an eye, and a mist of cold mist was sprinkled, and the whole world was just like this. In the weather, the first round of real vigorous growth began.

The world is repaired, the perception of ordinary people is not strong, but for the higher the realm, the more obvious the understanding.

In the past, they seemed to be struggling in the mud of the swamp. Now, the mud has become a clear river. They swam among them, quickly adapted to the new environment, gave birth to'gills' and'fins', and made rapid progress on the road.

After this autumn wind, the world seems to really become a brand new look.

Liu Xiwan sat in front of the court and witnessed the withering of the last petal.

Liu Junzhuo in the white dress and black dress quietly walked behind her, sat down with the Kunlun sword in his arms, and patted Liu Xiwan on the head suddenly.

Liu Xiwan was startled, her body agitated, and she immediately turned her head away.

She looked at Liu Junzhuo bitterly, and said: "Second Sister, our sword pavilion is the best decent person in the world. Why are you floating around like a ghost? There is no such thing as our decent decent style! "

"What style of decent decent people should have?" Liu Junzhuo smiled and said: "Is it the style of our pavilion lord?"

Liu Xiwan bit her lip, "Huh, Senior Sister, how dare you talk about the pavilion master, you are dead!"

Liu Junzhuo squeezed her face and said: "The junior sister is going to file a complaint and ask your master to come out quickly. I will go to Lutang and wait for it?"

Liu Xiwan was discouraged and glared at her, "Why is the master not the master? What is the senior sister talking about?"

"How about pretending?" Liu Junzhuo looked at her and said, "Xiao Xiwan, you look like a puppy with a collar and chain dangling, and walking around looking for people with its tail in its mouth. , I look pitiful."

Liu Xiwan touched her neck subconsciously. She suddenly realized that Sister Sister was just a metaphor, and became even more angry, and said: "Sister! You are too much, I... I will take the order of the teacher today and teach you to understand. Understand the rules!"

Liu Xiwan fisted up.

The confusion in front of the court.

This little fight between the sisters started with Liu Xiwan's declaration of war, and quickly ended with Liu Xiwan's surrender.

Liu Xiwan sat grievously, holding her face in her hands, "Senior sister bullies..."

Liu Junzhuo rubbed her hair and said: "Okay, Sister Sister just doesn't want to see you being unhappy all the time."

Liu Xiwan said: "Autumn flowers have fallen, I'm just... sad autumn!"

Liu Junzhuo smiled and said: "Don't see the poetry and picturesqueness of Junior Sister?"

Liu Xiwan snorted, and said: "This girl has read many books since she was a child. If you hadn't been fooled by you, I'm now a handsome and rich young man! Now...I can barely be a talented girl."

Liu Junzhuo looked at the younger sister and smiled silently.

Liu Xiwan is even more annoyed with her cheeks, she only hates that she can't beat the senior sister, "Huh, although the master is not there, but the senior sister is still there, if the senior sister dares to bully me again, I will go to the senior sister!"

Liu Junzhuo said: "Are you really stupid or fake?"

"What do you mean?"

"The little lover raised outside like you, see you in the palace wife, I can’t wait to tear you up."

"Really...I think the teachers are very good to me."

"Sister Sister will lie to you?"

"Um..." Liu Xiwan looked at her suspiciously, and said plausibly: "Xiwan's revenge, not too late for seven years! Sister, wait for me!"

The autumn breeze swept the courtyard.

Lu Jia married in another pavilion, and smiled lightly at the pair of women talking in front of the court.

Shao Xiaoli sat beside her, looking at the unknowingly coming autumn scenery together.

"Xiao Li, how's your cultivation done recently? Next time Senior Sister Si comes to check it out again, don't want to fool around." Lu Jiajia said.

"Xiao Li has a good practice." Shao Xiaoli affirmed.

Lu Jia's marriage remarks with heart and soul: "Nowadays, ascetics are advancing by leaps and bounds, and the luck of heaven and earth is flourishing, you must not miss this rare opportunity to cultivate the Tao."

"Yeah!" Shao Xiaoli nodded vigorously, and then she thought of another question: "By the way, the monks are getting better now, and everyone is generally impassioned, but in a few years, the monks will hesitate their lives and are unwilling. What should I do to participate in the final battle?"

Lu Jia married: "I just said'Qi Luck'. The reason why the sect has air luck is because the entire sect practiced the same inner mind method. This inner mind method is like invisible. The blood of the sect connects all the ascetics together, so the disciples in the sect are all prosperous, and naturally they have a sense of belonging."

Shao Xiaoli suddenly realized and remembered the scenes of last winter: "The Dao Fa and Heart Jue under today are all written by Master!"

Lu Jiajia nodded and said: "Well, a few years later, all the ascetics of the whole world will be in the same one."

Shao Xiaoli said with emotion: "Master is really foresight... he expected that meteorite very early, right?"

Lu Jia's eyes are gleaming, and he nods slightly.

Shao Xiaoli said: "Master...has always been so lonely, now he should be even more lonely?"

"Yes, it's hard for me to drift away in a foreign land. Although the world of immortality is immortal, according to the elder sister, it is all things without wisdom, accompanied by things without wisdom..." Lu Jiajia stopped talking.

Shao Xiaoli accepted her words: "How do you live with it?"

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"Time flies so fast."

Ning Changjiu stood in front of the impossible Taoist temple, wearing a thin shirt, looking into the distance, softly feeling.

Another season has passed, and Ye Changong is cutting clothes.

There are no four seasons in the world of immortality, and it is gentle as usual.

"Yeah, if it is outside, it is already halfway through September...Life is short, even if it is a god, it is a moment of prosperity compared to the real sense of longevity." Ye Chan Palace held it. The knife's hand is endlessly lonely.

She cut the clothes, raised her head, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked: "What are you staring at me for?"

Ning Changjiu had lingering fears about the last dressmaking. For fear of Ye Changong's freedom, he stared silently as an overseer.

Of course, such a reason cannot be stated.

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm just thinking, can I do something for Master?"

Ye Chan Palace asked: "What will you do?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time and said: "Comb my hair."

Ye Chan Palace was silent for a moment, and said: "Um... good."

In the slightly gloomy hall, Ye Changong is sitting in front of an ancient hand-painted mirror. The shadow in the mirror is like a classical painting.

Ning Changjiu lifted up his hair like a waterfall.

The comb's teeth are submerged in it familiarly, flowing down the direction of the hair.

"In the city of Ten Thousand Demons, you used to comb your hair like Xueci." Ye Changong recalled.

Ning Changjiu said: "Well, the disciple is so talented and shallow, and knows nothing else."

Ye Chan Gong's hair is too silky, and the wooden teeth comb her hair like a wind.

Ning Changjiu looked at Master’s hair, and said, "I will tie my hair for Master."

"Hair knot?" Ye Changong's eyes moved slightly, "Are you going to tie me a braid or a ponytail?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You too look down on your disciple."

"No." Ye Chan Gong said: "Because the teacher knows you too well."

"..."

Ning Changjiu, who has always been clever-toothed, never thought that he would be crippled again and again in front of the gentle and innocent master.

He looked at the face in the master’s mirror and said: "The disciple is no longer the disciple of the past."

Ye Chan Gong looked at him and motioned that he had no objection.

Ning Changjiu also recalled some of the techniques taught by Xiaoli when he was in Duanjiecheng, and he began to compile and distribute them for Master.

"How about this?"

"Too childish."

"What about this?"

"Too old-fashioned."

"Then...how about this?"

"Well... the hair should be simply draped, and it looks good."

Ning Changjiu's conversation with Ye Changong continued intermittently.

Ning Changjiu questioned: "Did Master deliberately target me? I obviously think it looks pretty."

Ye Chan Palace's words are calm: "That's because you look good as a teacher."

Ning Changjiu was slightly stunned. He had not thought that such words would come out of Master’s mouth. After being stunned, he reacted. This should also be what Master is trying to change.

"Well...isn't such words inappropriate?" Ye Changong blinked and asked.

Ning Changjiu shook his head quickly, and said, "No, Master...it’s even cuter."

"Cute?" Ye Changong didn't know what to think, and slowly lowered his eyelids, and said: "You can make up and send it, I won't say anything this time."

Ning Changjiu looked at her quiet face, hesitated for a while, and whispered softly: "Um...whatever the master looks like."

When I left the vanity mirror, Ye Changong's ink hair pointedly curled up like two bunny ears.

This is one of the most common appearances of Chang'e in myths and legends.

Ye Chan Palace's face is enough for her to control all her hair. After a short period of uncomfortableness, Ning Chang looks at her for a long time and feels more and more cute, just like a young girl who has just passed the coming-of-age ceremony but is still childish. .

Looking longer, the fairy will be overwhelmed by cuteness, as if this girl is about to fly lightly and fly to Guanghan Palace at any time.

"Master."

Ning Changjiu suddenly called her.

"Huh?"

Ye Changong's eyes lifted slightly, not knowing why.

"Master, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

Mid-Autumn Festival...

Ye Changong suddenly remembered that he had swallowed fire and left on this day.

Everyone in the world remembers, but she is about to forget.

Ye Chan Gong hands unconsciously made a heart-holding movement and said: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Ning Changjiu said: "Let's go to enjoy the moon."

"Appreciating the moon?" Ye Chan Palace was puzzled: "Where is the moon?"

Ning Changjiu said: "The ancients said that the moon is like a flying mirror."

He picked up the ancient mirror and handed it to Ye Chan Palace.

Ye Changong took the mirror, looked at Xiu Di in the mirror, and gently tossed the mirror up.

The mirror flew slowly into the sky.

They stood watching, looking at the moon together.

This month is a mirror, there is no bright light, but a pair of people shines quietly.

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