Beyond the Divine States Chapter 141: : The light veil hides, the moonlight is dazzling

"What did you say?" Lu Jiajia turned away, and the coldness in Qinghan's eyes became more intense.

Ning Changjiu touched her back, which was still warm, and said seriously: "The sword clothes in the hidden peak are all made of the spirit linen silk from the bottom of the mountain. They are of excellent material and the sword is difficult to cut. Water and fire also have an isolation effect, but it is cumbersome to put it on today's body training. Almost half of the heat is blocked out of the clothes."

Seeing that he was serious about his words, Lu Jiajia seemed to be delving into his knowledge, and he didn’t know what to happen, so he also seriously discussed this question: “Although Lingsi’s clothes are obstructed, I can now use my body as a sword. , The fit between the sword spirit and my body is almost perfect, there shouldn’t be any more improvement."

Speaking, she stretched out her hand, pinched the cuffs with her fingers and gently pushed back. The white wrist was delicate and smooth, like real jade, but with the firmness and elasticity of human skin. The meridians under the latent skin glowed with a very light blue color, and the crescent-like nails glowed with pearls, and they also showed the cold light like the blade of a sword.

Amidst the subtle changes in her body, a graceful humanoid weapon was slowly forged.

Ning Changjiu held her fingertips, looked at it carefully for a while, and shook his head: "I think it's not enough, it's not enough."

Lu Jiajia looked at him with a strange look in her eyes. She always felt that she was an artifact. She was analyzing the quality of her. Her temperament became calmer, and she gently withdrew her finger, and asked coldly: "See What's up? Why do you say that?"

Ning Changjiu said: "A porcelain from earth embryo to blue and white glaze, a sword from pig iron to snowflake steel pattern, they are all earth-shaking changes when they are actually cast, but I have not felt your body. To this change."

Lu Jiama frowned and said: "I am a human being, not an artifact, even if the sword body is really great, what can be changed?"

Ning Changjiu said nonsense: "I will know after Dacheng."

Lu Jia married and said: "You and I are masters and disciples as well as Taoist friends, but these things are already out of the ordinary, I need to think about it."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "You decide for yourself, I respect you."

Lu Jiajia sighed softly: "Thank you."

Ning Changjiu smiled, and said, "You don't want to thank you for your kindness."

"..." Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, and said, "From the time of the Emperor Zhao Kingdom, you have helped me countless times, and although I am your master in name, I have never really helped you. , What do you... think?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her face and said: "I am also very pleased to see you and Xiaoling getting better day by day. This is a feeling I have never experienced in my self-cultivation. I like this feeling very much. ."

After all, in the previous life, he was the weakest disciple in the entire Taoist temple. It was always the brothers and sisters who watched him grow. Although he was eager to wait for a brother and sister, he finally closed the door for more than 20 years.

Lu Jiajia heard this but was a little weird, and said coldly: "Who is the master?"

Ning Changjiu saw that her face was not good, and he said with interest: "Meet Master Master."

Lu Jiajia listened to his false honorific name, coldly snorted: "I will send you back."

Lu Jiajia stretched out her cross-legged legs, and Jian Chang's placket lay down. Her long and tight legs were as tender as bamboo shoots. Her movements lifted up the mist on the cold bed and hovered between her snowy white sleeves. , Confusing and confusing, she herself seemed to have never noticed such a scene, she thought about something in a daze, she had bare jade feet, stepped on the floor tiles like water, and the fire on the bronze lamppost in the main hall of the peak covered everything in a quiet layer. color.

Ning Changjiu said in a low voice: "Every time I finish something, it’s hard work to drive me away."

She just vaguely heard what Ning Changjiu said in a soft voice. Seeing that he was not moving, she glanced back and asked: "What's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her spotless back, remembering the only side of her previous life and Master.

Suddenly he thought that if he did this as an ordinary disciple, and helped this cold-faced girl Lu take care of the sect, life should be peaceful and happy.

But he knows that he can’t do it. This is just a place for his wings. Sooner or later, he will leave and go to the illusory and unobservable place. Then he will meet the master of the supreme Taoism and untie the previous life. confused.

He has a faint fear in his heart, but he also knows that it is a fate he cannot escape. Sometimes he is even afraid and dare not leave any emotions, because he who has seen the sword in the depths of his memory knows Being alone may be the ending that I will face.

In the past, he was so extraordinary. He broke through the purple court and entered the five realms at the age of sixteen. However, under the background of his senior brothers and sisters, he always felt that he was an ordinary person. But in this life, he is really much more ordinary, with the usual emotions and desires, and a life that starts all over again.

He often thinks, what is the unobservable? It was the Taoist temple far away at the end of the world, or his own disappearing past. He couldn't even remember his own face in the past, as if everything had changed into a secret after leaving there. Only by seeing each other again can he truly remember it.

If the fateful hurricane also returns, can I bear it?

He remembered that sword again, and felt that even if he had cultivated for five hundred years, he would not be able to take it.

If he can, he would prefer to escape.

Ning Changjiu raised his head and looked at the loosely-dressed Xueying in the peak master hall. He felt calm for no reason. He also walked off the ice jade bed and came to her side, saying: "Let's go. "

Lu Jiajia didn’t know what he thought of, but at this moment, she looked at his face, and only felt that that moment was like endless time. Baiju ran through the fire, and the heat wave on his cheeks was like an illusion. .

She didn't say a word, and led him out of the hall.

In the bright moonlight, it was another ordinary night.

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In the morning class, Lu Jiajia stuffed him with a chair in the last corner of the sword hall. Ning Changjiu was still upright, and arrived in the sword hall before the bells rang at the four corners.

He sat calmly on a chair, spread out the book, but did not recite the sword scripture, but bowed his head and closed his eyes to rest.

"What did you do badly last night? So sleepy?"

After changing seats, Le Rou was much closer to him. She turned her head back, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked.

Ning Changjiu raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and said seriously: "I'm afraid to scare you to death."

Le Rou sneered and don't turn her head.

She is still judging whether Ning Changjiu is a brother-in-law or a hidden method. In short, his eyes are not good.

And Xu Weiran and Yun Ze are quite pressured. After all, Ning Xiaoling has brought too many surprises. Yesterday’s sword test is still being talked about. Although Xu Weiran’s loss is not ashamed, his pride is After being hit hard, he stayed up all night and had to blame all this on unfair fate when the genius broke.

After reciting the Sword Sutra, Lu Jia married the disciples to give lectures.

She retells what Ning Changjiu taught her last night.

Ning Changjiu looked at her with a smile. Although her gaze never fell on Ning Changjiu, she could keenly perceive her smile. The smile made her slightly hot, but the temperature did not The reaction was on her cheeks, on the surface she was still an icy Master Master.

Lu Jiajia finished the lecture, and Ning Changjiu nodded in approval.

Lu Jiajia felt even more helpless, thinking angrily not to ask him for advice in the future.

Ning Xiaoling was angry and sad. Throughout the morning class, she habitually missed her many times, but found that her brother was no longer with her, which left her empty heart. She thought that she clearly still had a stomach. I want to whisper to my brother.

In this scene, Lu Jiajia also saw in his eyes, feeling pity in his heart, thinking about whether to move Ning Changjiu back.

After the morning class, there is the Yuntai Sword Field to repair swords.

Today's sky seems to have been blown by the wind all night, leaving no strands of cloud flakes, and the sky is blue like a light-transmitting gem.

Ning Changjiu has a dual purpose. While listening to Lu Jiajia’s explanation of the sword scriptures and dismantling the sword techniques, he wandered through the sword field and practiced Yan Zhou’s tricky sword techniques repeatedly with his spiritual knowledge.

He stood in the middle of his disciples, extremely inconspicuous, even the disciples beside him would forget him if he didn't pay attention.

So the addition of a new disciple on the sword field has little effect on the rest. Those who originally speculated about Ning Changjiu's realm have lost interest after seeing his indifferent swords many times. , And even think of his thrilling and ecstatic appearance when he was lucky enough to pass the inner peak assessment.

Lu Jiajia didn't criticize this half-hearted disciple, but focused more on Ning Xiaoling and praised her as a role model.

The sword practice in the morning is over, and there is no restriction on the disciples in the afternoon. Some people go to the book pavilion to read the classics, and some people continue to stay in the sword field to practice swords.

Ning Xiaoling finally caught the opportunity and ran to the brother's side, crying with a sad face: "Is the master targeting us?"

Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and said: "She is also embarrassed, it is not good for us to break the rules for a hundred years."

Ning Xiaoling squeezed her fist and said angrily: "Brother, why do you always speak for Master? You don't think about me at all."

Ning Changjiu said: "Then I will take you for a walk?"

Ning Xiaoling immediately turned from worry to joy, and said: "Last time the brother said he would take me to see Xueying!"

Snow cherry blossoms grow on the mountainside of Tianku Peak. They are in full bloom in late winter and early spring, and now they have blossomed into the splendid colors of the mountains and plains.

Ning Changjiu smiled and nodded.

So Ning Xiaoling and her brother went to enjoy the flowers happily. She always felt that she wanted to tell him something, but in the faint fragrance of flowers in the mountains, she couldn't think of anything else, she just hoped that time could go. Slower.

Another day in a blink of an eye.

Ning Changjiu returned to the room, walked to the Bogu shelf, and took off the porcelain vase that seemed ordinary.

He tilted his wrist slightly and dumped the porcelain bottle.

The soul flows out little by little like invisible water, and finally condenses into the appearance of the girl in plain clothes, but because of the damage to the soul, her figure is smaller and looks extremely immature.

A few days of warming up made her soul that was on the verge of collapse a lot stronger.

After she floated out of the bottle, she immediately found a corner and curled up, looked around tremblingly, and said, "I don't like this place."

Tiankufeng's sword is awe-inspiring, and she has natural restraint against ghosts, which makes her feel like a throat.

Ning Changjiu pointed a finger, the air splashed and rippled, and an invisible barrier covered her like a vest. The girl's body relaxed a little. She stared at Ning Changjiu fearfully, as if she was about to curl up at any time. Little hedgehog.

"What's your name?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The little girl pondered for a while, then shook her head and said: "I don't remember."

The medicinal power of Meng Po Decoction broke many things.

Ning Chang thought for a while, and said: "Then call it Han Xiaosu."

The little girl had a good impression of this name, and she could not say whether she was satisfied or disgusted, she just asked: "Why is the surname Han?"

Ning Changjiu sighed and said: "I'll tell you later."

The girl who changed her name to Han Xiaosu gave a weak voice.

After she had a name, she felt more at ease for some reason, looked up, looked at the white-clothed boy, and asked: "Then what shall I do in the future?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What will you do?"

Han Xiaosu is not sure: "I can't sing in the peak, right?"

Ning Changjiu was a little surprised, thinking that this little girl had such professional ethics, and she had forgotten so many things but she did not forget this.

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't need it. This is the right way. Be careful to be caught by other disciples for your credit."

Han Xiaosu became frightened again when she heard the words of the righteous way. She vaguely remembered that someone told her that those who were in contact with the righteous way were evil ways for them to take a detour.

Ning Changjiu said: "From now on, you will practice in my house and hide in the slightest disturbance. If you are found, you will show this to him."

Speaking, Ning Changjiu handed it a hairpin. It was Lu Jiajia's hairpin. He asked her to come back specially for her, seeing things like people.

Han Xiaosu moved over a little bit and took over the hairpin. Girls are naturally beautiful and can’t resist the jewelry of gold and silver jewelry. Once they hold them in their hands, the fear in their hearts disappears a lot, just thinking about how they are now. It is the soul, which is not human at all, even if there is more jewelry, it does not make much sense to oneself.

So she turned into a grip, wishing a hairpin stabbed herself to death.

Ning Changjiu stood up and said: "You devour the essence of the moon soul, I will come to see you later."

Han Xiaosu nervously said: "Where are you going?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Go out for a walk and come back later."

Han Xiaosu looked at his face and said in a childish voice: "Are you going to see a woman?"

Ning Changjiu's breathing was stagnant. He looked at Han Xiaosu's much younger cheeks at the moment, and felt that he was embarrassed by such a little girl's words. The most important thing was that he didn't feel that he was showing any horse feet.

Ning Changjiu asked in a shameless spirit to ask: "How did you know?"

Han Xiaosu smiled slyly and said, "Because you adjusted your collar when you just got up."

"Huh? Is there..." Ning Changchang did not admit or deny it for a long time, and moved away from the subject, saying, "Don't rush into practice, first swallow Yue Po for a few days, keep your mind and soul intact, and cultivate. I will tell you one thing later, after you finish your studies, I will send you back to Linhe City."

Han Xiaosu knows that now she is just a piece of Piaoping that can't remember anything. It's fortunate to be able to follow the crowd. Of course, she has no choice but to nod her head gently.

Ning Changjiu pushed the door and walked out.

The Tianku Peak in the night is extremely calm, and the sound of the wind passing through thousands of caves is also extremely distant, as if it came from another world.

He couldn't help thinking of Hidden Peak.

Since that killing, he had a heartfelt resistance to Hidden Peak, and he didn't plan to go again. The long wind of spiritual energy blew his cheeks, and he wanted to marry him, something. The anxiety that flashed by lightning was also ignored by him.

In the main hall of the peak, Lu Jiama sits together, like a pure and holy white jade Guanyin. His broad robe and sleeves hanging down like clouds cover his legs, and the sword print in his hand is like a lotus flower.

The door opened a crack unnoticeably, and Ning Changjiu quietly came to the hall of the peak master.

Lu Jiajia's aura of eyes opened, looking at the person who came.

The two sat on the Hanyu bed in a familiar manner. First they said a few things about today, then they sat one after another, and Ning Changjiu began to train her body.

Lu Jiajia is the weakest moment when she is refining her body. She doesn't like the feeling that her body cannot be completely controlled by herself, and she must always beware of Ning Changjiu's unpleasant tastes and tease herself. The Purple Mansion, so she pursed her lips all the time, her attention was highly concentrated.

And both of them can feel that today's practice has not yielded much.

Lu Jiajia's body refining seems to have really entered a bottleneck period, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough.

She knew all about her physical condition, and felt that what Ning Changjiu said was reasonable. This sword suit did block too much temperature, but she couldn't get past the hurdle in her heart, and she couldn't expose herself. Show his back to a man.

Even if this is pure practice.

She also complained about her pedantic, thinking that when she fought against the old fox in Qifeng Lake that day, and fell seriously injured in his gate, she might have seen the same thing, but she was in a coma after all. Ning Changjiu also had to do it as a last resort, which was very different from the current situation, not to mention that they were still mentors and apprentices now.

So Lu Jiajia pretended not to notice the physical condition, and chatted with Ning Changjiu about some spiritual matters.

After the night, Lu Jiajia said that he would send him back, but Ning Changjiu said uncharacteristically that he would go back today.

"It's not safe for you to walk the inner peak." Lu Jiajia objected.

Ning Changjiu thought that if she saw a girl ghost in her house, wouldn't she be more insecure?

He declined Lu's kindness to marry and said jokingly: "Don't worry, even if I'm caught, I won't confess my master."

Lu Jiama ignored him.

The next half month will be spent in such calm.

The Godless Moon, which has become a ghost festival by the people, will soon come. This is the replacement of the empty hunting year and the sinful emperor's year. It is not like the New Year and does not follow any human almanac.

In the past half a month, Lu Jiajia’s sword body has nowhere to go. She also blamed herself for reflection, scolding herself for being hypocritical and inconsiderate.

Ning Changjiu took the risk every day to come to the peak master hall without hesitation. Refining for himself not only consumes his spiritual power, but also delays his practice. He is so good for himself, but for himself. Hesitating about some minor details, they obviously took care of each other in the imperial city. Although the two people who met frankly did not say it clearly, they were tacitly tacitly aware. In that case, why are they stuck in their hearts? You still can't make it past?

This is not only delaying yourself, but also delaying others.

Lu Jiajia calmly settled down, illuminating the faint candlelight in the main hall of the peak alone, and felt that the concealed self-confidence became more and more ridiculous. She finally made up some determination, and the slender knuckles were pressed on the abundance little by little. Under the collar, she sighed softly, her slender eyelashes hanging down, covering the beating eyes of the candlelight.

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At night, Ning Changjiu passed through the unmanned hidden peak as always. His occult technique became more and more sophisticated. When he passed the peak, he was like a ghost with silent footsteps, without making any movement.

After half a month of passing away, he has no expectations for Lu Jiajia’s body refining. He just wants to sit in the Peak Master Hall. He was too obedient in his previous life, so now this kind of taboo that violates the door rules can Bring him some joy that he didn't want to admit.

But Ning Changjiu didn't know that there would be two big things waiting for him tonight.

The first major event happened in the Hall of the Peak Master. Ning Changjiu saw it soon.

Lu Jiajia sat on the ice jade couch as always. She was as beautiful as snow, and her long eyelashes were covered quietly. It was not until Ning Changjiu came that she opened her eyes, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual. .

Without waiting for Ning Changjiu to speak, Lu Jiajia said in a cold voice: "Let's start."

Her tone today is flat and unusual.

Ning Changjiu caught this unusual. When he sat on the bed and Lu Jiajia turned his back, Ning Changjiu's breathing was slightly choked.

He found out that Lu Jiajia had worn the sword dress on the back. At this moment, the skirt behind him was opened, revealing a beautiful and slender back, and that back was covered with a layer of fine veil. The fabric, behind countless small white meshes, the exquisite butterfly bones, the soft and tension-rich curves from the back to the slender waist, all become generous and beautiful in the white yarn.

Ning Changjiu's breathing slowly eased, and he raised his hand, but he didn't point it up. At this moment, he was a little more cautious.

"What are you thinking?" Lu Jiajia said lightly.

Ning Changjiu calmly praised: "Master is so beautiful."

Lu Jia's mind moved slightly, thinking about where he came from so much nonsense, and immediately said: "Stop the nonsense, do it."

In these words, there is a sort of decisiveness to regard death as home.

Ning Changjiu listened and smiled slightly. He stretched out his fingers and clicked on her back. The white gauze was as if nothing was left. With a little force on the fingers, the tight skin sank and gave With a considerable resilience, Lu Jiajia's butterfly bones tightened.

"Hmm..."

As soon as Golden Crow appeared at his fingertips, Lu Jiajia couldn't help but hum.

After the temperature from the back was no longer blocked, it poured into her body at an unprecedented speed. She felt her cold jade-like body instantly burned, and the jade bed that had not changed for a long time also appeared in large numbers. After the white mist, the two figures were obscured.

Lu Jiajia immediately covered and held his Tankou with his fingers, avoiding making a sound.

But soon, the temperature seemed to melt her directly. She felt the sword tires in the Purple Mansion keep humming, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, her body kept undulating, and her forehead was leaking. There were fine beads of sweat, and the sweat was dripping in a blink of an eye. She wanted to pause Ning Chang for a long time, but her fingers did not dare to leave the soft red lips.

Ning Changjiu also felt the strangeness of Lu Jia's marriage. In the same way, he could see the little changes in her body from the Xiu back covered by the veil. Her whole body seemed to be transformed into a real body. The color of the jade white, the slender waist is tightened tighter, and the curve of the body is more distinct, as if a famous sword that has been forged thousands of times is drawn out of the water a little bit. In the color of the water, there is no flaw in the beautiful sword body. .

At this moment, the two people who were immersed in pure practice did not know that the cold prison that had been silent for a long time had a big movement tonight.

A stone wall broke, and the sound was too late to be heard, so it was blocked between square inches.

What came out of it was a man with messy hair that was scattered to his ankles. The man carried an ancient sword, his feet off the ground, and slowly drifted towards the hidden peak.

The long-lost wind blowing in the cave opened the man's hair, and the body wrapped in the broken clothes looked like a woman, but the killing intent from her body was so severe that it could cut through the rock wall. .

She flew in silently, covering her face with one hand, not daring to lift her long hair. The years in the cold prison made her face pale, and the ugly scars on it became more eye-catching.

She hated Tianzong Yujian.

She originally regretted that half a month ago, she couldn't break away from the shackles of the chains, or killed or be killed by the enemy, and cut off her hopeless life.

But fortunately, the miraculous chance fell on her today.

A black shadow flooded into her prison like water, cut off her shackles, and gave her stronger strength than before.

There is only one condition for the shadow, and that is to kill the current peak master Lu Jiama.

Her people and swords have been thirsty for decades. Of course, the blood of the peak master is the best thing to quench the sword. She crossed the cave, and the bright moon illuminated her body like a shock Fear suddenly emerged in her heart, and then her fear turned into self-deprecating. She laughed in the night sky, turned into a light cloud, and swept towards the direction of the peak main hall.

No one found her trace.

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