Beyond the Divine States Chapter 127: : Journey back to the peak, the sword in the dream

Lu Jiama’s fingers bend slightly, and the sword intent that lingers between the fingers dissipates like an electric wire. In the past, she used the sword spirit to awaken the sword spirit in her body like a congenital spirit, but now she draws that note. At the time of the virtual sword, the sword sound lingered in her heart, shaking her body like an iron sword embryo, full of the sound of gold and stone.

Yan Feng stood up straight. He looked at the blood in his palm with an incredible color in his eyes. In any case, he didn't understand how Lu Jiajia made this amazing sword with his long-lived cultivation base.

Lu Jiajia looked at Yan Feng who was extremely embarrassed, and his voice was cold: "Do you want to continue to ask Jian?"

Yan Feng’s snow-white linen was soaked with a lot of blood. The blood leaked through his fingers and dripped into the grass. He raised his head with a gloomy look, and said: "Master Peak Master has such a profound swordsmanship. I just don’t know how it compares to today’s Senior Brother Yan Zhou."

Lu Jiajia said calmly: "If it hadn't been for Master Yan Zhou's old love, according to the rules of the teacher, I would have executed you."

"Kill me? You have only been weaned for a few days, so you dare to say such arrogant words, I will take care of you for the dead old thing!"

Yan Feng's fingers are tight, and the joints and meridians on it are clearly distinct. He still doesn't believe in evil. After a short period of gaining momentum, the broad iron sword on his back is directly out of its sheath, dragging a heavy sword intent. Walking through, the violent wind and waves rolled up by the sword aura shattered the floor technology of the Waifeng Jiantang.

Yan Feng twisted his hands in front of him, his beard danced wildly, and his pupils were full of bloodshot eyes.

This sword has obviously been fully used.

Lu Jiajia's expression calmed down after a brief astonishment, her whole body was cold, and a faint cold light appeared on the pure white sword dress—that was sword light.

With a choking sound, the Ming Lan sword came out of its sheath, and when the long sword broke its sheath, there was a clear exchange with her body. The long sword seemed to drag out countless white mists from the depths of the sheath, Yan Feng When the heavy sword pierced and passed through the mist, a bright spot of snow condensed in the depth of the mist at the same time.

That is the point of a sword.

In the thick fog formed by the sword aura, the two swords collided, and the sharp sound of the sword rubbed against each other, and it was extremely ear-piercing. The people present covered their ears one after another, stabilizing their sword hearts.

Zheng—pong!

The mist of the sword broke apart, and the air burst.

A sword shadow flew out from it, rotating and hitting outwards. Yan Feng's pupils shrank and his expression was shocked. His hands were wrapped in front of him, and the spiritual power between the two palms flew to death like a sword. He was deadly trapped, and his body was kept slipping against the sword, ploughing a long gully on the lawn outside the sword hall.

The sound of the sword chants slowly disappeared.

Lu Jia married the sword and stood quietly, not retreating half a step, and there was no dust on the robe of Ruxue's clothes.

Ning Xiaoling on the side looked at her heart swiftly. She mentioned that the heart in her throat slowly lowered after all the dust settled. She stared at the side of Lu's marriage, and looked at the soft side of the green silk hanging down. The face line, looking at the faint mole at the corner of the eye, looking at the sacred jade crown silver hairpin, look idiotic.

The rest of the disciples present were as crazy as she was.

Outside the sword hall, Yan Feng, who had lost two swords in a row, stood swayingly. He grabbed the hilt of the wide iron sword and stuck it on the ground, supporting his body.

All the light that fell on him in the world was like a sword, which made him feel scorching pain and shame.

And Lu Jiajia slowly walked out of the sword hall holding the sword.

Yan Feng looked at her walking figure. In the bright sunlight, the white clothes seemed to be the last snowflake blown by the winter wind, and the innate sword intent made him feel utterly cold.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Feng stared at her and said: "Infighting is strictly prohibited in the peak, I am your uncle! Do you want to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?"

Lu Jiajia didn't say a word, she simply raised her hand, and then Yan Feng's screams screamed sternly, his wrists were like bone nails penetrating through, and there were two blood holes.

Lu Jia married and said: "Looking at Master Yan Zhou’s affection, I will spare you once and be put in a cold prison for three years."

Yan Feng stared at her stubbornly. A moment ago, he sharpened his sword for ten years. How arrogant he was to come here to try his Frostblade's pride, but after only a long time, his ten years of hard work were in vain. , Although this little girl didn't dare to kill herself, but the sword prison was bitter, how long is three years?

He stared at Lu to marry and said: "For example, today there is no Zi Ting in Kufeng except for the senior brothers, and there is no high-level elder in the peak. If you are willing to put the overall situation first, we will make peace. It happened. From then on, I respect you as the peak owner and don’t cause trouble, how about it?"

The disciples outside the sword hall were filled with righteous indignation, wondering how could this old man be so shameless?

But Yan Feng is sure that what he said is very tempting.

For example, today the Cave Peak is withered, and there is no Zi Ting in the two generations of disciples. It is also because of this that he dared to openly **** the position of the peak master, even if the other three peaks have opinions, but there is no successor to Tianku Peak. He manages it on his behalf.

It's just that he didn't expect Lu Jiajia to hide so deep... However, no matter how talented Lu Jiajia is, he will be alone in the sky cave peak that is not covered by the blue and yellow.

He stared at Lu Marry, waiting for her answer.

Lu Jiajia has already collected the sword and returned to its sheath, and turned away, "I will be taken to the cold prison. If the suzerain returns, I will tell him."

Behind him, Yan Feng's angry shout came over: "That old thing really didn't have any eyesight. He even picked a girl who only cares about her own mood as the peak master. Tianku Peak will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later... Years later, I want you to die!"

Lu Jiajia ignored it, and led Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling around the sword hall, walking up the stone path of the Tiankufeng peak, towards the inner peak deep into the white cloud.

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"Master is too good."

After the three of them walked far, Ning Xiaoling raised her head and exclaimed sincerely.

Lu Jiajia smiled lightly, and said, "Sword repair is about pure mind. Although Yan Feng has a high realm, but his mind is mixed and has evil thoughts, how can he make a sword fast? Xiaoling will hold the sword in the future. With a bright heart, concentration can also cultivate such a pure sword intent."

Ning Xiaoling felt that everything Lu Jiajia said made sense, and nodded vigorously.

Ning Changjiu said: "Master Jinyu's good words, I have been taught."

Lu Jiajia knew that he was secretly tearing down his platform. If he hadn't healed himself last night, the accidental hit and the accident made her own sword spirit one step further, otherwise she would definitely not have the capital against the enemy Yan Feng.

She looked the same, and said: "The sword test in early spring will be seven days later. I have high hopes for you. Don't let it go."

Ning Changjiu also said: "Junior sister, please work hard, it's a blockbuster."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "What about brother? Doesn't the brother participate?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I am not a disciple of Neifeng, is it a bad rule to participate in the sword test of disciple of Neifeng?"

Lu Jiajia thought a little and said: "After seven days, during the Neifeng Sword Test, Waifeng will also conduct a disciple assessment. If you pass the test, you can enter the Neifeng practice. After seven days, you will not participate in the Sword Test. , You can go to Waifeng to try, I will arrange it for you."

Ning Chang hasn't promised or refused for a long time.

He is now back on the right track in his cultivation. Although it is twelve years later than in the previous life, he believes that he can go to a higher level without the constraints of the unobservable area in this life. Further away. Except for cultivating the Tao, everything else was trivial. He wouldn't take it too seriously. He just married Lu Jia and thanked him, and walked towards the peak with her.

Ning Xiaoling has some complaints about the senior's seeming inconsistency. She always feels that it is not a problem for seniors to move a stool to sit next to her in the morning class, and with the senior's ability, it should be easy to pass the assessment of Waifeng. of.

Lu Jiajia remembered something, and asked: "Xiaoling, how did you learn Chinese characters with your brother?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled and hesitated: "Xiaoling has a dull talent and hasn't been able to learn much, so she has learned so far... three to five hundred characters?"

Lu Jiajia smiled softly and asked: "I have learned so much in three months?"

Ning Xiaoling also wondered whether she said more or less, and nodded desperately.

Lu Jiama asked: "Is it because you didn't learn carefully, or did your seniors teach badly?"

Ning Xiaoling prolonged the tone, and said uncertainly: "It may be Xiaoling's problem, or it may be the problem of brother."

Ning Changjiu also smiled, tearing down the platform and said: "Xiaoling is actually very good at learning, reading the scriptures is generally no problem, and the junior sister is also a little scholar."

Ning Xiaoling bulged her cheeks, her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Brother don't want me."

Ning Changjiu said: "Junior sister has already learned almost the calligraphy, there is no need to delay. Although the realm that Feng has bestowed on you is good, it is still a bit thin and not reliable enough. You still need to consolidate it yourself."

Ning Xiaoling was not convinced, and said: "Brother deceived..."

Lu Jiajia rubbed her head and said: "Xiaoling is almost literate, so don't delay time on this."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and hummed after a long time.

Lu Jia married: "But I will allow Ning Changjiu to accompany you in the morning class."

Ning Xiaoling was a little happy now, and said, "Thank you, Master."

While Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, the eyes of Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia met intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Jiajia quickly avoided, but Ning Changjiu smiled slightly, as if between the two inadvertently. What conspiracy and tricks did people accomplish.

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Ning Changjiu returned to the long-lost Inner Peak. He sat in front of the case and stretched out the window. The cold fog outside the window has cleared, and the sky is clear and clear, only white clouds drifting by.

One month later, when he saw these familiar scenes again, his mood was completely different.

He put his sleeves in front of him, pinched a weird Dao Jue in his hands, and sat quietly. The wind blew from the window and brushed his delicate cheeks, making his original soft facial lines more distinct and rigid. , Gradually, his black hair that was lifted by the wind slowly fell down, and at the same time, his clothes, eyelashes, and any part of his body became quiet.

But the wind was still blowing, but the wind blew through his body, like a phantom phantom, without the slightest shock.

After a while, the wind blew his hair again, and he opened his eyes, a little tired.

This is one of the unobservable natal Tao tactics, named "Water Moon in the Mirror". It is an advanced stage of the Taoist Hidden Breathing Technique, and it is also the only Tao tactic that the brother allows him to practice among the Unobservable Four Dao Secrets.

In the past, he was restricted by his talent and could not be used. Today he tried again, but he can only enter this state for a short time, which is not of much benefit to the real battle.

He closed his eyes, meditated for a while, spread out a piece of paper, and listed all the Taoism and swordsmanship he had learned in his previous life and in the unobservable.

Although he is familiar with these ingenious methods, this body has never been practiced now and cannot form a memory, so it still takes a lot of time to practice these things again.

He doesn't think about it for the time being. The most urgent task is to absorb spiritual power as soon as possible and to break through.

"I don't know what happened to the kid named Nan Cheng." Ning Changjiu thought of him smoothly, got up and walked towards Shuge, planning to "care" about him.

In the corridor, Lu Yuanbai was sitting there as always, drunk bored, but Lu Yuanbai didn't seem to drink very well, and was drunk after only two sips.

Ning Changjiu walked past him, jokingly: "Uncle Lu has a huge amount."

Lu Yuanbai glared at him and said, "What do you know? Uncle Master just doesn't want to bring the disciples in the peak, so he always tastes nothing, so that when they come back from class, I can get rid of alcohol as soon as possible."

Ning Changjiu gave a thumbs up: "It's the younger generation who thinks shallowly."

Lu Yuanbai's mouth evokes: "You guys don't have yin and yang with me, when I don't know your silly intestines?"

Ning Changjiu smiled, and said: "Uncle Master often drinks alcohol. Is this... trapped by love?"

Lu Yuanbai's expression was stagnant, he shook the wine in the pot and smelled it, but he didn't seem to be in the mood for tasting anymore, so he closed the wine lid, turned to look at Ning Changjiu, and said, "It's again Where do you hear the wind and whispers? You are such a romantic and suave character as Uncle Lu, if you like a woman, wouldn't you be able to catch it?"

Ning Changjiu has been in a good mood recently, and he rarely asked: "Which peak female disciple is it that makes Master Uncle so concerned?"

Lu Yuanbai rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "I think you are a junior, with poor qualifications, and you are too lazy to care about you. If you don't know what is good or bad, I won't sell Lu to marry you!"

Ning Changjiu looked at his face and said one by one: "Shouxiaofeng? Xuanrifeng? Huiyang...Oh, it turned out to be Huiyangfeng."

Lu Yuanbai was really angry. He thought that his expression was tense, but this kid didn't know if he was cheating on me, or if he had misjudged me... Anyway, he deceived people too much, he caught Picking up the scabbard beside him, Ning Changjiu escaped the sword "dangerously", smiled and waved goodbye to Lu Yuanbai, and walked towards the book pavilion of Neifeng.

Down the wooden stairs, he came to the book pavilion.

Because the book Pavilion is too big, it looks deserted as always.

The old man Yan Zhou was still asleep. Seeing Ning Changjiu recently, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him slightly, and then he had never been sad or happy, and his look at everything was solemn.

"Have you met an expert from outside the world?" Yan Zhou asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "I encountered a fairy in my dream, and when I woke up, I felt refreshed in my body and mind."

Yan Zhou looked at his body carefully. At first glance, he had noticed that this young boy's originally bad physique had suddenly changed for the better. At this moment, when he looked closely, he became more frightened as he looked at it.

Yan Zhou did not pursue the authenticity of his words, and said: "Your good fortune is so profound, even if it is an old thing like me, I feel jealous."

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly.

Yan Zhou asked: "Did you have an innate spirit?"

Ning Changjiu nodded, but didn't tell him what it was.

Yan Zhou said with emotion: "I am becoming more and more curious about your origin."

Ning Changjiu said: "Uncle Master doubts me?"

Yan Zhou looked at him with a smile, and said: "It is a rare miracle in the world to repair the damaged spiritual veins, and your current talent is at least among the top three among the people I have seen. I once suspected Have you ever been a disciple of the Zitian Dao Sect, but now it seems that if the Dao Sect really has a disciple like you, it will never be easy to let go."

Ning Changjiu said: "Whether I believe it or not, I'm just an ordinary disciple, and I have absolutely no malice towards the Tianzong Yujian." Yan Zhou waved his hand, seemingly not wanting to continue to struggle on this, and said: "I Time is running out, and I can’t help worrying about the flood afterwards... By the way, Yan Feng, how is it?"

Ning Changjiu was a little surprised. He didn't expect Master Yan Zhou to have been living in Shuge for a long time, and he received the news so quickly.

Ning Changjiu truthfully relayed what Lu married to.

Yan Zhou sighed and said: "Junior brother is just taking it for himself, I have known that this day will come."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What do uncle Shizu think?"

Yan Zhou looked at him with a rare serious expression: "He is my junior and my own brother, I only have this one..."

Ning Changjiu did not answer directly, but instead asked: "If Lu Jiajia loses today in the matter under the peak, how should you decide?"

Yan Zhou thought for a while, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said with emotion: "I've lived for nearly a hundred years, but I'm always tiring by the world, and I can't live really transparently. Maybe this is the reason why I haven't been able to break the road for a long time. ."

Ning Changjiu has nothing to say about this matter with him. Yan Feng dares to do this kind of thing, so he should bear the consequences. Lu Jiajia is too soft-hearted. If he were to be himself, how could he be so cheap?

The two were speechless, Yan Zhou lay down again, not knowing whether it was a dream or waking up, but Ning Changjiu went to the book pavilion to pretend to read.

He casually walked under a large unmanned bookshelf. At this moment, he no longer needs the help of that book to draw a small flying array to the hidden peak.

The spiritual energy around him floated up, his fingers were imaginary, and the light points of spiritual power were connected in series. After a moment of weightlessness, he was already in the hidden peak.

The aura in the hidden peak is several times more abundant than outside. As soon as he came in, the sea of ​​qi involuntarily opened, absorbing the aura in the peak and refining it into pure spiritual power.

Ning Changjiu came to the cave house where he had previously cultivated. With the burden of some future masters, he did not practice lying on his back as before, but meditated cross-legged, meditating on the flow of mind and veins, so that he could cultivate a little bit. Ascend diligently.

Because Ning Xiaoling does not need to teach literacy anymore, he practiced late today.

Many of the stone walls of Hidden Peak are of special material. It seems that the sun and the moon outside can be felt, and then a little bit of silence follows.

Ning Changjiu got up and pushed open the door of the cave. Instead of looking for Nan Cheng, he walked towards the center of the hidden peak.

In the center of the hidden peak, under the dragon pillar is a huge darkness that once made him feel terrified.

The last time he looked at this abyss, there seemed to be an invisible hand in the abyss grabbing his sight and sinking sharply, and his spirit plummeted, and he would faint before long.

Now he opened his pupils burning with golden flames again, and cast his gaze to the bottom of the peak.

The golden pupil shone through the gray and black mist. In the depths of the mist, the feeling of sticking to the line of sight became clear again.

He can see clearly, in the gray-black mist, there are countless tentacle-like little snakes lurking, they are surging in the wave-like black mist, biting everything in the sky, including the sight and consciousness thrown here. .

Only this time, those little snakes have a natural fear of his golden pupil, and in his purple mansion, the golden crow screamed, as if eager to try, wanting to break out of the purple mansion and swallow this place at the bottom of the peak. Flakes of darkness.

This emotion was suppressed by him.

He could still feel that there seemed to be something dangerous at the bottom of the peak.

He turned and left, looking for Nan Cheng.

The door of Nancheng Cave Mansion is concealed. It seems that knowing that New Year's Eve is over, this "predecessor" is about to return to the peak, so he kept concealing the door and waiting for his arrival.

When Ning Changjiu walked in, Nan Cheng just exhaled a suffocating breath and completed today's practice. He opened his eyes and saw the figure in front of the door. He was startled at first, and soon turned from astonishment into joy. He was excited. Said: "Senior, you are finally here."

Ning Changjiu glanced at him and said with satisfaction: "You have a good talent. It is very rare to cultivate the Houtian sword to this level in just two months."

If other people say that he has a good talent, he might still be unhappy, but when these four words are spoken from the boy in white, he thinks it is a rare compliment.

He hesitated for a while, and said: "The juniors are practicing this month, there are some problems."

Ning Changjiu said: "Speak."

Nan Cheng confided his questions about his practice one by one. Ning Changjiu listened to these intractable diseases, but his expression did not change at all. He told him the essentials and details in a hurry. Nan Cheng was shocked from time to time. Suddenly, the admiration for Ning Changjiu was deeper.

"Senior hasn't repaired the Houtian Sword Body, so he can explain these issues so clearly... The junior admires it very much." Nan Cheng said with emotion.

Ning Changjiu thought that even though he had never cultivated, Senior Sister Si was a master of this way. He just used the cultivation method of Senior Sister Si as a template and added some of his own understanding to him.

Ning Changjiu said: "There is a place where Dao Fa in the world is interoperable. When you have a lot of knowledge in the future and the heart of Dao is rounded, you will have the power to deduce it."

Nan Cheng heard the words and was convinced.

He couldn't help but think of something, and exclaimed: "The spirit fruit left in the jade medal last time is just enough for me to complete the next practice. Is this... also what the predecessors had expected?"

It's a coincidence...Ning stayed quiet for a long time and nodded lightly.

Nan Cheng admired: "Senior is really the calculation of heaven and man."

Ning Changjiu thought that it was too early, and asked: "Now the spirit fruit of the jade brand has just run out?"

Nan Cheng said: "Every year after the New Year, the share of jade tiles will be filled up again."

Ning Changjiu is not euphemistic, and has already spread his hands.

Nan Cheng was slightly startled, and tentatively asked what was wrong with his body: "Is there something wrong with senior's body? It stands to reason that senior has a high level of morality, and this spirit fruit shouldn't be of much benefit."

Ning Changjiu pretended to be dignified and said: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, you will understand it later."

Nan Cheng did not dare to continue to question, and handed him the jade medal respectfully.

Ning Changjiu took some Lingguo Lingdantuns and put them in his own cave, leaving them for tomorrow's practice. Then, he skillfully drew and returned to the book pavilion.

At this moment, it is dark, the disciples have returned to their rooms to rest, and the book pavilion is deserted.

Ning Changjiu originally wanted to leave as usual, but there was a subtle feeling in his heart. He glanced back and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Yan Zhou is holding a sword, holding a weird sword stand he has never seen before, and the tip of the iron sword is pointing at him.

The old man's killing intent is extremely real. There seems to be a tough iron wire connected between the tip of the sword and his heart. It seems that with a little effort, he can tear his heart in an instant.

Ning Changjiu's heart was alarmed, his spiritual power surged, and the Golden Crow was ready to whizz out from the Purple Mansion at any time.

However, there was no further movement with that sword. Yan Zhou held the sword stand for a while, and then dumbly turned into the next sword move, but whether it was intentional or unintentional, the murderous aura of the sword tip was always directed at him. heart.

Ning Changjiu understood.

He was practicing sword in his dream!

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(Thanks to Yuzen for his clear-hearted reward, thank you for your support~)