Beyond the Divine States Chapter 466: : Ye Chan Palace’s Smile

(Today's state is not very good, time is insufficient, typos and language problems are changed first and then corrected)

The wind of clear autumn swept across the world of immortality, and the ancient mirror hung high like a moon, sprinkling a piece of silvery, dreamlike scenery, Ning Changjiu stood side by side with Yechan Palace, enjoying the autumn moon together.

The world is also Mid-Autumn Festival.

Ning Changjiu can imagine that they must be looking up at the moon when they marry and marry Xianger. They are not looking for a month, but they are sending the same heart. Sooner or later, this heart will cross the barrier of immortality and be linked together.

Ye Chan Palace looked at the mirror.

The mirror is hanging high, and the figure in the picture is also a little fuzzy.

"It turns out so many years have passed."

Ye Chan Palace looked at the moon, whispering to himself, it was still yesterday when he swallowed the fire soaring, but suddenly looked back, but it was already a thousand years.

It's just that the moonlight falls from a height of a million feet, and it crosses the barriers, still without losing its clarity, but the world has been dusted for thousands of years, suddenly turning around and looking, the road when it came is full of smoke.

Those who pass by are clouds of smoke, and those who pass by are also clouds of smoke.

She is Chang Xi, Chang'e, Ye Chan Palace, the manifestation of the gods of Laurel, the goddess of the moon, but she also knows very well that she exists by relying on the moon, but the moon does not need to rely on her But for existence, no matter how great her magical powers are, she is just a life born on a star, and Yue has been like this since ancient times, and it will be the same in the future.

The two enjoyed the moon together for a long time without speaking.

A large swath of golden butterflies flew across the line of sight, like dark clouds covering the moon, covering the scattered moon blossoms, and Ning Changjiu only regained his senses.

"The star we are in now is not the same star as 1.5 billion years ago." Ye Changong said: "The moon is not the same month."

Ning Changjiu said: "But we still use words from 1.5 billion years ago, and we still inherit the code name of the gods of that era. This is an endless fire. Even if the sun goes out one day, we can burst out. Shine a greater light than the sun."

Ye Chan Palace looked at him and said: "If the sun goes out one day, the moon will be cold forever."

Ning Changjiu also looked at her.

Butterfly flies around the moon, and light falls from the gaps in the wings. The face of Yechan Palace is like drawing paper, bearing the mottled and flowing light, and the intricately carved eyebrows seem to be transparent at this moment.

"Master is cold?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Ye Chan Gong lowered her head. She knew that as long as she answered coldly, they would hug each other. This was something they agreed upon three thousand years ago.

Ye Chan Palace gently stroked his chest, that's where the marriage certificate was posted

She wanted to answer, but after Tan opened her mouth slightly, she answered the wrong question, "When we got married, we seemed to enjoy the moon like this."

The butterfly flew over the moon, and the moonlight fell again. It was separated between the two, like a thin gauze.

Ning Changjiu's eyebrows moved slightly, and he also remembered. At the time of the wedding, he secretly ran out to see Luoshen. Chang'e also came soon after, and brought two quilts, and the three were cooking curses under the bridge. , Wrapped in a quilt, looking at the bright moon together.

I ran to meet other women on the day of the wedding... Is this a human thing? It's so utterly conscience...

Ning Chang silently criticized himself.

Ning Changjiu Wuyan recalled the incident, he just said: "Next time we get married, I hope we can still enjoy the moon like this."

The moonlight between them began to flow. If the scenery is alive, they seem to want to show love to others.

Ye Chan Palace's head is half hanging down, don't come over after a while, look at him lightly, and say: "I treat you as a master and apprentice, what about you? What are you thinking about all day, and how do you plan to report me?"

Ning Changjiu didn't remember what she meant, so Ye Changong walked away.

Ning Changjiu wanted to chase after him, but the ancient mirror in the sky lost his restraint and fell straight down, just hitting the top of Ning Changjiu's head. He groaned painfully and fell to the ground dazedly.

……

When Ning Changjiu woke up, the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed. He was lying on the bed, touching his aching head, struggling to get up, and found Ye Changong sitting beside the bed.

He felt the pain in his head and wanted to question Master, but Ye Changong had already spoken first: "Why are you so careless?"

"?" Ning Changjiu said: "Master, didn't you deliberately murdered me! Why are you wicked first..."

"Huh?" Ye Changong looked at him and asked, "What is the wicked person?"

Ning Changjiu looked at the slender and beautiful girl in a veil like snow, the gentle temperament of the master has its own deterrent.

Ning Changjiu rubbed his head and threatened weakly: "The wicked...have their own wicked people..."

"The wicked have their own wicked grind?" Ye Changong raised eyelashes slightly, as if thinking about the meaning of this sentence, she gently asked: "How to grind? Is it like a jade rabbit pounding medicine?"

Ning Changjiu was shocked, "Master...how do you know everything?"

Ye Chan Palace's face was as usual, and he said softly: "You know I know all about it."

Master was acting indifferently, and he became more ashamed.

Ye Chan Gong said with relief: "The things in the red dust are common. These things may be meaningful, but they don't make much sense to me. You don't have to mind."

It doesn't make sense to watch it!

Ning Changjiu refuted silently in his heart. He watched Master never eat fireworks, but his heartbeat speeded up a little. He pretended to calmly start another fallacy:

"When we look at a flower in the painting, we can't smell its fragrance. We can't say that the flower itself has no fragrance. It's just because you see it through the flower and you think you know the whole picture, but in fact you have a beautiful view of it. I don’t know anything about it. This is true of flowers in paintings, and so is life. How can we say whether we love it or not before we really smell the fragrance of flowers?"

"Well, you have some truth, so you mean..." Of course Ye Changong could understand what he said. She nodded gently, and bluntly repeated Ning Changjiu's words: "You want to Deceived the master and destroyed the ancestor?"

"..." Ning Changjiu was choked to the point of being hit by a single blow. He looked at the moonlight bowl in Master's hand and asked: "Master, what are you here for? "

Ye Chan Gong said: "You are a patient, I am naturally here to visit you."

Ning Changjiu said: "I thought it was the master who thought I was too superficially injured, so I came here to make up two more."

Ye Changong said: "Being a good teacher to cook medicine for you, do you think so?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Boiling medicine...what does the master boil? There is still medicine in the immortal world?"

Ye Chan Palace said: "This is the leaf of the Forest of Eternal Life."

Forest of Eternal Life... is the towering giant trees like towers.

"It sounds like a rare medicine in the world." Ning Changjiu reached out to receive the medicine and said, "Thank you, Master."

Ye Changong shook his head, put the bowl aside, and said: "This medicine has no efficacy at all."

"...what is the master doing?"

"It’s just that I often see you do this. I want to try it, boil it, and what it’s like to be awake by the bed." Ye Chan Gong said, "Just like you just said, in the painting Flowers are not as immersive."

"So..." Ning Changjiu understood that she was acting again. He looked at her lips, and said: "Master does not need to be like this, it is good to maintain the original heart."

Ye Chan Gong hummed softly.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Back then...why did Master decide to accept me as a disciple?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "Because I didn't expect it back then, it was such an unfortunate thing for you to join my teacher."

Ning Changjiu tightened his lips, thinking that Master's words are so mean, he smiled relieved, and said: "Master is indeed getting more and more humane, and now he can tell jokes like this."

Ye Chan Gong looked at him quietly.

Ning Changjiu looked at Ye Changong’s eyes, and his heart was stunned. He realized that what Master said is likely to be true...

Ning Changjiu was very depressed, and silently looked away.

Ye Chan Palace suddenly asked: "If you and I were reversed, would you accept me as a disciple?"

Ning Chang thought about it for a long time, and righteously said: "How dare the disciple have this delusion?"

Ye Chan Gong said softly: "But it's okay, even if you want to be a child bride-in-law, it doesn't matter."

Ning Changjiu was amazed at Master's understanding of himself.

He said: "In short, no matter what it is, I will not assassinate the master with a sword."

Ye Chan Gong said: "I can't pierce a sword...Is it such ambiguous words again?"

"Um..." Ning Changjiu sighed, and said: "This time I really missed the master!"

Ye Changong pursed his lips and looked at the golden leaves he was cooking.

"It's good to rest and talk less." Ye Changong said, "You were injured by the ancient mirror. Although it was not intentional by the teacher, no one except me can look after you. In the next few days , I will take good care of you as a teacher."

Ning Changjiu wanted to say that he was fine, but he looked at Ye Changong’s face and suddenly realized that Master seemed to want to play the role of a patient and a relative. She had been watching the red dust for thousands of years on the moon, such as Viewing the flower in the painting, I have never really felt its fragrance.

This is something she has been trying.

She doesn't want to come quietly in the night like the moon, and go quietly at dawn. What she wants to be with is not just a dream from dusk to sunrise in the world.

"Well, Master Lao has taken care of it." Ning Changjiu smiled and said.

……

For the next few days, Ye Changong visited him every day, chatting by the bed.

They are very tacit understanding, one pretends to be sick, the other pretends to take care of them, to cooperate with this house wine.

Ye Chan Palace is beautiful and powerful. She is a fairy who holds the line of fate for thousands of years in the palm of her hand. However, she is clumsy and clumsy like a little girl who can't stand her boudoir in many trivial things.

Recently, when they were together, they were mostly talking about stories from the previous life.

In the early morning, in the Taoist Temple, Ye Changong was sitting in front of the mirror, and Ning Changjiu combed her hair.

After a long time of training, Ning Changjiu's skill in combing rabbit ears buns has become more and more exquisite. Ye Changong's hair was carefully coiled up and circled upwards, looking extremely cute.

"Master... does not seem to be a real reticent person." Ning Changjiu said.

On the contrary, he felt that Master sometimes even had some funny bad thoughts. Those careful thoughts were revealed in the words, and they often made Ning Changjiu speechless.

Ye Chan Gong said: "People do not need to be deliberately reticent, and there is no need to deliberately speak too much."

Ning Changjiu said: "Then the master did not retreat for twenty-four years in his previous life and did not say a word to his disciples. What is the reason?"

"Are you Xingshi's questioning?" Ye Changong asked.

"How dare the disciple?" Ning Changjiu said: "It's just curious."

Ye Chan Palace quietly thought, and said slowly: "I, in the previous life, should I want to cut off the bond of dust."

Ning Chang did not ask this matter in detail for a long time. He thought for a moment and asked about another matter that he was very concerned about, "Master, what is going to do to gather many Shura into Dahe Town?"

Ye Chan Gong said: "You told me that when you were in Duanjie City, you met the Heavenly Lord named Ye Chu, who was supporting the Kingdom of God. He used to build a tower for a hundred years. The tower was used in astrology in name, but in fact it was an ascendant weapon, and it even severely damaged the sinner at the time."

"Well, Ye Chu is an ideal god." Ning Changjiu said.

Ye Chan Gong said: "I have not built anything impressive, and there are similarities in what I did with him."

Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised: "Is not observable is also a weapon of ascension?"

Ye Changong gently shook his head, and said: "Unobservable is a murder weapon. In the original plan, the ascension of the conception, and the ascension, is the concept of the conception itself."

Speaking of this, Ye Changong didn't know what he thought of, and his expression was dim.

She slowly got up, left the vanity mirror, crossed the ten thousand white veil, and walked out of the temple.

Ning Changjiu followed her.

The breeze came, Ye Changong stretched out his hand, the wind did not slip away, but lingered at her fingertips.

"So..." Ye Chan Gong said, "I seem to understand a little bit. Seven years later, my thoughts in my previous life have become clear."

"What do you think?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Ye Chan Gong hasn't fully figured it out yet, so she didn't answer. She looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "How is your illness?"

Ning Changjiu thinks back to the master's care for him in the past few days...

When Ning Changjiu sleeps, Master likes to sit by the window and look at the outside world. The cold wind blows from the window. Ning Changjiu doesn't have the aura to keep out the cold, shivering, and doesn't want to disturb Master's view of Yaxing, so he never speaks.

When drinking that useless medicine in the morning, Master occasionally brought boiling water directly by mistake, so that Ning Changjiu couldn't speak. Ning Changjiu knew that she didn't mean it, but was not used to the trivialities of life. , So I can't bear to be harsh.

When the two were chatting, Master relied on his understanding of himself and often used some seemingly light words to make him angry.

Ning Changjiu sighed, and said with emotion: "Thanks to the meticulous care of my condition, the disciple can be so strong."

Ye Changong is very smart. How can such puns be kept away from her, "Are you saying...care for you, or care for your illness?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Why does the master ask knowingly? The answer is between words and deeds."

"We are Taoist temples, not monk temples, so we don't have to fight for our teachers." Ye Changong said: "I want to hear your answer."

Ning Changjiu couldn't bear the gaze of Ye Changong's eyes, and said: "Of course it is to take care of me, the disciples can only be grateful."

Ye Changong nodded, satisfied with the answer.

Ning Changjiu asked: "When did Master get sick?"

"What?" Ye Chan Palace really didn't understand this time: "How can I... get sick?"

Ning Changjiu said: "People will always get sick."

Ye Chan Gong said: "I still don't understand."

Ning Changjiu said: "After I get sick, I can take care of Master."

……

How can people get sick?

Ye Chan Gong didn't understand.

In short, Ye Changong tried to get sick.

She wore a thin shirt and stood at the door of the Taoist Temple, letting the cool breeze blow for a long time, without thinking about it. In the end, she only got her mind and meditation, and she had no other insights.

She also simulated water by means, bathing in cold water between the white gauze, and she only felt that the jade body was clean, without the thought of disorganization, and there was no feeling of'illness' at all.

So she started looking for signs of illness again.

When people are sick, they have fever, cough, and dizziness.

So she began to simulate this state with Taoism, trying to find a trace of illness.

But Ye Changong also discovered that when sick, some people get fever and some people get cold. Then which one of heat and cold is the real sign of illness? Or do they coexist?

Ice and fire coexist in the human world, but how can they coexist in the body?

Ye Chan Gong was puzzled.

She discovered that although she has been sitting and watching the world for thousands of years, she still only knows a little about one of the illnesses. This matter is also like looking at flowers in a painting, only knowing its form is incomprehensible... Maybe this is also a soaring. Need to write the reasons for the monument.

It's just that the Ascended One has realized the knowledge, but he wants to leave this world.

These truths are mastered by individuals one after another, and then taken away by them.

Why should this be?

Could it be said that ascension requires a monument, which on the surface is to encourage people to pursue the truth, but in fact, it is to expel the people who possess the truth from the world?

Does knowledge destroy the world? Shouldn't it be so?

Ye Chan Palace was wrapped in a quilt, thinking about this quietly, and lost his senses for a long time. It was not until Ning Changjiu walked in that Ye Chan Palace returned to his senses and realized that he was trying to get sick.

Ning Changjiu looked at her with pity, and said: "Master, I just said casually a few days ago, don't take it to heart."

Ye Changong shook his head, and said: "I just think you are right. Everyone is sick. I don't know how to truly understand the common people."

Ning Changjiu sat down by the bed, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "If this is the case, I can only get sick with the master."

"Get sick together?" Ye Changong was puzzled.

"Yeah." Ning Changjiu said: "I will do everything Master will do with you in the future. I will accompany you when the cool breeze is blowing. When Master bathes in cold water...well...In short, Master. Don’t do this anymore. Relief to the poor requires a good heart, not to make yourself poor."

Ye Chan Palace was sitting quietly wrapped in a thin quilt, thinking about Ning Changjiu's words.

Ning Changjiu gently took the towel she put on her forehead.

Ye Chan Palace was slightly lost, and said: "Is this the distance between heaven and man?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her, but also shook his head, and said: "I suddenly found out that Master is actually sick?"

"Already sick?" Ye Changong was puzzled. She wiped her forehead and neck with her hand, and gently shook her head: "I'm not sick."

"No, you are sick." Ning Changjiu categorically said: "Where can ordinary people be like you, thinking about being sick all day? What Master has done these days is a sign of illness, Master... …You are sick."

Ye Changong's hand squeezed the skirt tightly, and she said to herself: "Am I sick?"

Ning Changjiu nodded.

Ye Chan Gong asked: "The disease always has a pathological name, what kind of disease is this?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "Heart disease."

"Heart disease?" Ye Changong's cold eyebrows trembled, "How can I treat the heart disease?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Since ancient times, there has been an old saying that you still need a heart medicine for your heart disease."

Of course, Ye Changong had heard this sentence, but in the past, she always felt that it was just a comforting word.

"Heart medicine...what kind of medicine is the heart medicine?" Ye Changong asked.

Ning Changjiu looked at her, suddenly laughed, and said, "Of course the medicine is in my heart."

My heart...

Ye Changong's eyebrows were drooping, and his soft eyes fell on his heart. The girl's appearance is beautiful, and the curve of the moon gauze is beautiful. People can only think of the blooming mountains in spring. The vague outline of the Moon's Fate, her existence, is a collection of all the beautiful images in the poetry of the world.

Ye Changong stroked her heart, and the beating of her heart sounded like her, and it didn't rush.

She burst out little by little from her body and conveyed it to her fingertips, her heart beating like a palm.

Soon, Ye Changong understood what Ning Changjiu really meant.

Heart Medicine...

Ye Changong slightly opened the placket with a slender finger, leaned into it, and pinched a corner of the marriage book.

The marriage book has always been stored here by her, closely adhering to the curve of the jade muscle, like a piece of paper in the heart.

Ye Chan Palace used a thin nail to lift the edge of the marriage book, lifted it up, and then tore the marriage book off, pulled it out of the skirt, and flattened it. Her movements were too soft, so the flaming wedding letter actually brought an unexpected soft feeling.

Ye Chan Palace took out the marriage certificate and said, "Is this the prescription?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Only the respected master knows."

Ye Chan Palace bowed his head, frowning.

After a long time, she finally spoke quietly:

"Well, you are right, these... only I know."

Ye Changong squeezed the corner of the marriage book tightly. She said: "I have never been able to distinguish between love and affection, and I don't know what emotions are. At this point in my life, I spend most of my time alone, but... …Since the six gods encircled and suppressed in the early days, you came out of the sea of ​​blood and took me back to the kingdom of the sun gods to heal. I have been by your side. If someone kills you, I will kill it. You are in the immortal world, I So I tried every means to save you. Even in the previous life, I knew that I wouldn’t have a word with you for twenty-four years, and I brought you back to Taoism to see you grow up."

Ning Changjiu listened to her quietly. He sat down beside her, and for the first time caught a fleeting daze on Ye Chan Palace's face.

Ye Chan Gong said: "As the moon revolves around the mother star, like the mother star revolves around the sun... Human emotions are even more invisible than that."

Ning Changjiu asked: "So, Master, has always wanted to understand what this emotion is all these years?"

Ye Chan Gong nodded gently.

Ning Changjiu said: "So Master has been working hard to express himself?"

Ye Chan Palace nodded again.

Ning Changjiu spread out his hand and said: "Then give me the prescription and I will see the doctor for Master."

Ye Changong shook her head. She picked up the marriage certificate and said, "This is not a prescription."

"Huh?"

"This is the consultation fee." She said.

Ning Changjiu laughed.

Ye Chan Palace slowly handed him the marriage certificate, saying: "Back then, when I came to the home planet, I understood one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"I found that no matter where people stand on this star, they can only see the same face of the moon, not the whole picture." Ye Changong said softly, "The same is true for me. No matter how I express myself, what people can see is only six out of ten of the moon. This is the six out of ten that the moon shows to the world. It looks thin and incomplete, but it is all I have."

"This is...all of me."

Ye Chan Gong let go of his hand holding the marriage certificate, and murmured.

Ning Changjiu looked at her and said unsure: "Master...you laughed."

Ye Changong was also slightly taken aback. She touched the corner of her lips with her finger, and found that the corner of her lips was gently provoking a curve at some point.

She seemed to be smiling.

This is her first real smile.

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(Thanks to the heroes who fell down on the mountain to see the strange sword and rewarded! Thank you for your support~)