Beyond the Divine States Chapter 164: : Disciple sees Master

The waterfall surrounding the mountain is not a real waterfall, but a curtain of water like a curtain of water that descends from several peaks. This kind of hidden curtain is higher than the peach curtain and is called the boundary curtain.

The main hall of the peak is majestic and towering, and there is no beautiful and beautiful flowers on it, only countless pines and cypresses, and it looks like an ordinary mountain of ancient Mu.

At this moment, the monster-like Jiu Ying is standing on the high mountain peak.

Its limbs are stepped on the rock at the bottom of the peak, the middle python-like head is raised high, its eyes are staring straight at the sun, and the remaining eight heads are fixed on the mountain like arms. , The long tail behind him hung down along the rock, from the peak to the mountainside in the clouds.

The palace of the lord was surrounded by Jiuying's huge body.

Light is reflected on the boundary curtain. The light is not reflected, but flows down like a waterfall, forming a waterfall of light.

It is hidden farther away from the Four Peaks, and will only be exposed to view when the landscape is opened.

At this moment, the landscape formation has been opened.

The orientation of the four peaks and the location of the surrounding waterfall is like a house with a spire, the four peaks are connected into a rectangle, and the surrounding waterfall is on the spire.

After the opening of the landscape array, all the air transport in the four peaks is like blood in the pulse, which is transported to the palace of the sovereign with the beating of the heart. On each mountain peak, the bright and bright spirit fruits and spirit flowers are gradually eclipsed. .

At this moment, looking around, the mountain around the waterfall is like a beam of light standing upright on the earth.

"What are you going to do?!" Shou Xiaofeng shook the mountain.

Jingyang Xia came out of the Bixiao sword and fell from the sky. He wanted to cut through the flowing landscape. The sword was extremely powerful. In the blue light, the ground cracked several tens of meters, but the landscape was huge. The foundation is deeper and it is difficult to shake.

The peak masters of Xuanri Peak and Huiyang Peak also stepped out with swords.

"What happened?" Xue Xunxue asked in surprise.

Xue Lin quickly understood: "Han Chi has turned against the mountains and rivers and wants to live alone in the remnants of the Tianzong's luck and spiritual power!"

Xue Xunxue frowned and said: "How can this be?"

"You must not interfere in this matter. I can't do anything to break it and stand up. When I melt the bones of the nine infants and take the scroll of the sword, the three hundred years of my Tianzong will be here." Hanchi The real person spoke with a vigorous righteousness, and his voice echoed across the Four Peaks, even a disciple who was covering his ears could hear it.

The three peak masters glanced at each other.

Jingyang Xia gathers sound into a thread: "Sacrifice the sword of protecting the mountain?"

Xue Xunxue gently shook his head: "Lu Jiajia is missing."

Xue Lin glanced at the sky and said: "It seems that there is a catastrophe coming?"

The real man Hanchi sits in the Sect Master Hall, like a chess player behind the scenes. He looks at the chessboard of Tianzong. The four main peaks are like the four corners on the chessboard. He not only wants to win the chess, but also wants the whole game. The chessboard is in the bag.

"Tianku Peak disciple Lu Yuanbai, sheltering the Tianzong sinner Ning Changjiu, disobeying the command of his teacher, the sin is unforgivable, should be the same sin with Ning Changjiu and arrested together!" The voice of the real man Hanchi sounded again.

On the peak of the sky cave, his projection happened to be cut off by Lu Yuanbai.

Ning Changjiu's back to marry him, the sword in his hand has numerous gaps and scars.

"The one who captured these two people, I would like to give the saber to each other, and then give the Yujian Tianzong Supreme Sword Art and the future Sect Master Hall elder a seat." Hanchi Zhenren promised extremely attractive conditions.

What is the glory of gifting a saber? That is almost positioning it as the successor of the next suzerain!

What's more, it's the suzerain himself who said this.

Many of the elders in the Hidden Peaks of the Four Peaks in the Qingxiu have moved their thoughts. Most people's realm has been set up as soon as they are born. Decades of cultivation may be futile, and the words of the suzerain are to make them Seeing a first-line opportunity to break through the upper limit of talent.

The most important thing is that the conditions of the suzerain do not seem to be difficult.

No matter how brilliant Ning Changjiu's performance today is, he is only a disciple of the younger generation after all, and a man named Lu Yuanbai has never heard of it.

"Lu Yuanbai..."

In the Xuanri Peak, a quiet and elegant woman suddenly got up. She held her heart in one hand and held the sword on her waist with the other, her eyes flickering: "Why is it him?"

"Huh? You know?" A man asked beside her.

The woman closed her eyes, stood still for a while, then sat back slowly, shook her head and said: "Forgot."

The man gave her a deep look.

At this moment, a chase from Tianku Peak began.

All of them are wearing sword clothes and rushing towards Tianku Peak. There are not many monks above the Longevity Realm in the entire Tianku Peak, but there are always more than twenty people in total.

Lu Yuanbai did not leave the top of the sky cave. He was confident that the longevity of Tianzong was basically a rabble. Where is his style as a great practitioner of the purple court. He has been suppressed for too long in the past, and he wants to do it today. With a sword at the top of Yu Feng, he would never give up to face every ascetic who dared to come, and also surprised those juniors who had looked down on him, and called his uncle's mighty power.

Lu Yuanbai was afraid that others would not know what happened here. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat and yelled: "Today the demon Hanchi is in trouble to the Tianzong, and the justice knight Lu Yuanbai of Tianku Peak is here. Therefore, one person guards the peak, and does not give up!"

The sound reverberates in the Four Peaks.

It's just that many of the disciples who were amazed by the hidden secrets of Master Lu felt a little embarrassed after listening to them. I wondered, Master, are you still a child who has been poisoned by martial arts stories?

"Lu Yuanbai?"

"Is it Uncle Lu? The uncle Lu who does nothing to do in the corridor every day?"

"Yes, it's the king of corridor entrance Lu Shishu who drinks every day without seriousness."

"The amount of alcohol is still poor."

"Alcohol is not good either!"

"But I didn't expect him to be so powerful..."

"Let's go, let's go see Uncle Lu!"

Ning Xiaoling listened to their conversation, looked at Yazhu worriedly, and said, "Brother, it seems that things are not so good now."

Yazhu patted her shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry about it."

Ning Xiaoling didn't know how to explain, but just said seriously: "It's true, brother seems to be very tired now..."

Ya Zhu sighed faintly, hugged the little girl next to him, and comforted: "I may not know much about getting along these days, but Ning Changjiu, a young man, is not only fate, but also has tricks. If they want to come, they can't help him. ."

Ning Xiaoling also has confidence in the brother, but she can vaguely perceive the emotion of the brother, knowing that the brother is in a bad mood now, which also makes her extremely worried.

"Uncle Yazhu, I want to go out." Ning Xiaoling said.

"What are you going out for?" Yazhu asked.

"I want to go out and kill people." Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously.

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The interception Ning Changjiu encountered was on the mountainside of Tianku Peak.

Among those tree trunks without cherry blossoms, a sword pierced behind him.

Ning Chang didn't pay attention to it for a long time, and the sword pierced Lu Jiajia's cocoon, and then broke.

The broken blade shot away, spinning at high speed, making a circle around his side, and cutting it toward his waist.

Ning Changjiu paused, stretched out **** to intercept the flying blade, and turned around.

The assassin's horizontal sword resisted it, but Ning Changjiu directly reached out and pinched the blade and turned it into a flower roll. At the same time, with his fingers, the flying blade shot out at high speed and nailed it in his throat. .

At the same time as a killer died, the cherry blossoms on the ground suddenly exploded. Another man who had been lurking for a long time stood up in a posture of uncovering the coffin, and headed towards Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu had long noticed. At the moment he got up, he grabbed the twisted sword and pierced it. The sword pierced his chest without hindrance, and nailed him back to the falling red on the ground.

In mid-air, another person who cherished his life was assassinated with a flying sword in the distance.

At this moment, Ning Changjiu must get rid of the entanglement, so he has to stand up, so he did not give the opponent a chance to cherish his life. After knocking down the opponent's flying sword with one sword, he directly focused on the spirit and erased the opponent's flying. The warm spiritual mark in the sword makes this flying sword his own.

Ning Changjiu pressed the center of his eyebrows, Feijian dipped in blood and returned shortly after flying away.

After killing three people in a flash, the cultivators who were originally fanatical also calmed down a lot, and did not rush to make a move.

"Ning Changjiu, you are so bold that you dare to kill the elders of the Heavenly Sect." Someone shouted loudly: "If you don't hold your hands, you will get rid of your body today!"

Ning Changjiu stopped the figure fleeing towards the bottom of the peak, he landed on his back to marry, turned around and looked at those people, and said: "You want to die too?"

Several flying swords hang from the mountainside of Tianku Peak, and figures stand on the swords, like a leaf boat in the void.

They originally thought that Ning Changjiu would flee to the bottom of the mountain first, and then they could form a formation in the open area and besieged him.

But in their shocked gaze, Ning Changjiu turned his head and walked towards them, holding the sword.

They obviously have more than a dozen people, each of whom is a long-lived practitioner. How dare this young man...?

Ning Changjiu stopped talking. After a short rush, he stepped on the ground, his figure rising from the ground, and the sword in his hand brought forth a continuous shadow.

He is like a kid carrying a coffin, his murderous intent and sword aura are erratic, like a ray of underworld fire.

At the moment when his figure swept through the air, the several elders knew, they all flew out with their swords, and they ended up in the air in a flash, and then pressed towards Ning Changjiu's position with a large swordsmanship formation.

This sword formation is called Hundred Prisoners. Although it was formed in a hurry, it is an extraordinary product. On the contrary, its rank is very high. When Tianzong entered the world to hunt demons, this kind of sword formation was the fastest. The most effective move, I don't know how many demons have been killed.

When the sword formation was about to touch Ning Changjiu, almost everyone subconsciously held their breath, but the next scene made them dumbfounded. The sword formation touched Ning Changjiu, but it seemed to touch a phantom, straight After passing through, there was no splash of blood.

The exchange of virtual reality is only a moment.

Ning Changjiu stood on the sword under one's feet with a cocoon on his back. The flying sword in the air sank quickly. This sense of weightlessness made the elder panicked. For a while, he couldn't remember the method of controlling the sword. , Ning Changjiu directly grabbed his wrist and let him kill himself in a self-cuttering posture.

The formation is self-defeating.

Ning Changjiu's feet pressed hard, and the flying sword plunged under the peak with the corpse.

Golden lights lit up in his pupils.

"Ning Changjiu! There is still room to look back at this time, don't make a big mistake!"

A sword is like a big waterfall.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, turning his palms from the inside to the outside, pulling with his arms, one point outward, tearing the waterfall to pieces, and Ning Changjiu fisted out, only shaking the opponent's chest.

With a bang, the elder who made the move slipped out of the hollow with a sword, and his shirt shattered on his chest, revealing the sunken protective goggles.

The others surrounded Ning Changjiu, but they didn't dare to enter.

Ning Changjiu did not change his face, and calmly proposed: "You go to fight Lu Yuanbai, don't bother me."

Speaking, he directly controlled the sword, turned around and flew down the mountain.

When several elders were hesitant to chase them, someone suddenly said that Lu Yuanbai at the top of Tianku Peak seemed to only hurt and not kill.

Everyone looked at each other.

And Lu Yuanbai, who is now at the top of the mountain with his sword heartily, doesn't know what he has to face. In a short while, he will abandon his sword and flee under the annoying harassment of those hornet-like elders.

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In the palace of the lord, beside the real man Hanchi, the figure of a gray-robed old man slowly emerged.

"I'm just a junior disciple, worthy of such an excitement?" The gray-robed man asked.

Han Chi really said: "He is not easy."

"How difficult is it, you woke me up?" The gray-robed man said calmly.

Han Chi Zhenren said: "The second half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra is in his hand at this moment."

"What did you say?" The gray-robed man frowned: "The sword scriptures have appeared again?"

Mr. Hanchi looked at him and asked: "Have you ever seen the sword scriptures for you from the previous generation?"

"The Heavenly Sword Sword Scripture is a heavenly book and divine scroll that only the Sect Master can read, even if it is me, I have never seen it." The gray robe man said regretfully.

Han Chi really said: "Then Mr. You Lao came out and helped me regain the scriptures. I would like to participate in the sword scriptures with the old man at that time."

"What?" The gray-robed man's eyes moved slightly, but he shook his head staidly: "This is not in compliance."

"The rules are set by people." Hanchi Zhenren shook his head and said: "The past suzerain did not want to hand over the sword scripture, but it was out of fear in my heart. I am different from them."

The real man Hanchi looked at him and said sincerely: "The old gentleman has been in charge of the temple for many years and has made great contributions. He deserves to have this honor, not to mention that the disciple has now killed many people in the peak, and the gentleman has Would you like to see Sifeng continue to chaos?"

The gray-robed old man also looked at him and said: "You have to take Jiuying as your body, and be careful to fall into the magical way."

The real person of Hanchi laughed loudly: "I cultivated the demon way with humans, and then transformed the nine infants into human beings, no matter the way of the demon way, all can be turned into the way of heaven! At that time, one step into the five realms will be the revival of our sect. The beginning."

The old man in the gray robe looked at him, silent.

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When Ning Changjiu drove his sword from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, he encountered two more interceptions, but they were all saved.

His body is a bit bad.

The source of everything is the sword that he combined with the spirit of the sword in the cold prison to cut out with all his strength.

Tianyu Jianjing must kill, or it will suffer a great backlash.

That kind of backlash is like thousands of ants crawling across the body, torturing him all the time, and the previous decisive sword throwing has worsened his internal injuries.

"Married Lu, what are you doing, why does it take so long to break the devil's heart? Ning Xiaoling is better than you!" Ning Changjiu was a little angry, thinking that he would train for you every day and help you Grind Daoxin, but why are you still so disappointed!

In the sky, dark clouds have gathered, which is a sign of thunder tribulation.

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Lu Jia married back when she was a little girl.

She walked lonely through a long street, where people came and went, all strange faces.

Relying on the scattered routes in her memory, she walked to the middle of an old street.

It was a close-grained door with copper nails.

A little girl ran out of the door.

Lu Jiajia glanced at her.

The little girl is very thin, and the clothes she wears are old and yellow. The face is thin and pointed, but the complexion of her cheeks is very white. If she is cleaned, she might still look beautiful.

Lu Jiajia watched her carefully walking by her side, the little girl did not dare to breathe, as if a little harder breath was blasphemous.

After she walked away, Lu Jiajia walked to the well and looked down.

She discovered that she was five or six years old at the moment, wearing a white skirt, dignified hair bun, and a decorative wooden sword on her waist, which looked like a little sword fairy.

She looked at herself in the well, bent down and threw a stone, breaking the shadow in the well.

Lu Jiajia was not lost in the illusion of the heart demon. Although she did not immediately realize that she was crossing the catastrophe, she also realized that this should be something similar to a dream, but she looked around, the wall of the house The traces eroded by the years are so clear, every scratch can be touched clearly, and the roughness and unevenness of it can be felt.

The rut rolled across the street, and she avoided it.

The gray-bearded old man is leading a horse, and the carriage is carrying goods. Next to him are a few trotting soldiers. Their robes are torn and their faces are dusty. The people next to them are whispering, as if some kind of remoteness. dialect.

All this is so real.

Lu Jiajia hesitated for a long time.

"Marry!" Behind her, someone shouted her name.

It was a woman with luxurious clothes. She had gold hairpins in her hair bun, and her face was slightly heavy makeup, but she was graceful.

Lu Jiajia subconsciously responded and walked over.

The woman squeezed Lu Marriage’s hand and walked forward while saying: "Oh, little ancestor, where have you been? The fairy has been waiting in the house for a long time. You can't make people wait for a long time if you step over here, right?"

"Master?" Lu Jiajia asked.

"You little girl, is your head broken? Today is your day of apprenticeship! The master of Xianzong wants to accept you as a disciple, saying that you are a rare good embryo in a century." Woman Xuxu He whispered: "Hey, I asked. Even if you go up the mountain, you can go home during the holidays. When you become an immortal, don't forget your mother. Remember to come back often."

Lu Jiajia gave a dazed hum, then the woman held her hands and walked into a large mansion.

Today’s mansion is very lively, people come and go, lights and festoons, gold bowls and silver chopsticks are placed in the lobby, face and jade hands are upside down, talking and laughing, all those people are there when they see Lu married here Hug them up, the stars clustered around like a moon, hushing cold and asking warmth, the woman smiled and helped her to give way.

Lu Jiajia didn't pay attention to them. She seemed to sense something. She stood on her tiptoe, trying to see through the crowd, looking in a certain direction.

The woman saw her, she quickly pushed aside the crowd, and took the little girl to visit the fairy master.

The fairy sits on a chair that should have been abandoned.

The craftsman who made this chair obviously lost his hand. The chair is bloated and slang. If it hadn't been made of excellent materials, it would have been knocked out for firewood.

But when a white-robed fairy sits on a chair, the chair is also endowed with special magic power, and it looks like a deft deer, lying under the fairy master's body docilely.

The fairy got up and turned around slowly.

Lu Jiajia held his breath, and then a little disappointed—this fairy master actually wore a white mask.

It's not very good-looking if you want to. If you are beautiful, why should it be so?

"This is to escape the world." The immortal master explained, his voice sounded young and calm, but it made people feel like a city.

Some familiar answers.

"Marry, call Master soon." The woman said.

"I'm not calling, he is not my master!" Lu Jiajia doesn't know why, she always feels that the other party is not right, she even faintly felt a chill, as if the other party took off the mask, she would see A face like a fox.

Lu Jiajia finished speaking outrageously, then turned around and ran.

It took the woman a long time to chase her back.

In the end, Lu Jiajia and him became a nominal master and apprentice, but Lu Jiajia had a conflict in his heart and never called him a master.

Their sect is a fairy mountain outside the world.

As soon as he returned to the sect, the fairy master in white clothes took off his mask.

It was a young and delicate face.

The line of the cheek is like a knife and axe, with the toughness unique to men, but his eyes are soft, and there is a faintly calm smile in it.

Looking at this face and the silent white clothes, Lu Jiajia felt some kindness in his heart.

But whenever she wanted to speak, she felt extremely resisted. In short, she didn't want to kneel or call him Master.

The five or six-year-old little girl came to the sect in this way and became his closed disciple.

Although this master is young, he does not have the arrogance of a young man at all. He is erudite and gentle, treats himself extremely well, and regards himself as his own.

In a twinkling of an eye, I don't know how many spring will come and autumn will come.

Lu Jiajia grew up day by day, and his hair grew longer and longer. It slowly grew from his shoulders to his waist, and then over his waist, sprinting towards the ankles, like the branches of a willow tree in spring.

Finally, one winter, she cut off her hair by herself with a sword.

She is eighteen years old this year.

Her swordsmanship is extremely high, and there are few opponents in the sect, and the master can teach her less and less. The two have occasional exchanges, talking about some trivial matters of the sect, or the past Funny thing, she always smiles when she listens. When the two of them were sitting alone, it was when Lu Jiajia was in the calmest mood.

All these years have passed, but the master's face has not changed at all. She still likes to wear white clothes, and she is still beautiful, like an eternal boy.

Lu Jiajia once thought that his white clothes were too plain, and then secretly opened his closet and found dozens of clothes hanging in the closet, all white.

Time is like water, and in a blink of an eye it has been several years.

This year, Lu Jia married twenty-four years old. She has already got rid of her innocence. She has a slender figure, a swollen and graceful figure, elegant and graceful eyebrows, and a white dress with a sword. She is as beautiful as a fairy drunk in the world, slim and graceful. Far from being an earthly thing.

She is the most admired fairy in the entire sect.

I just don’t know why, in her original practice that went smoothly, her realm suddenly fell into a bottleneck. This year, she bid farewell to her master and decided to go down the mountain alone to kill the demons and seek opportunities.

In the imperial city of Zhao Kingdom, the world is thundering, and the wind and rain are coming.

From Fenghu Lake to Changjie, her opponent was an old fox with an unfathomable realm. She found that the swordsmanship she had cultivated for so many years was useless.

At the time of life and death, she was standing on the long street, and there was a thunder in the sky. Lu Jia married the Lingtai clear, as if she had just awakened from a big dream.

Heavy rain fell on her.

"Heart Demon Tribulation..." She watched the old fox walk towards her, and the consciousness that was enclosed in the depths of her heart finally surfaced uncontrollably.

In the Tribulation of the Heart Demon, the original purpose is past, but it suddenly becomes incomparably false.

The one who grew up in Jinyiyushi was not herself at all. The thin girl who occasionally glanced at her when she was a child was the real one.

Similarly, her master is not like that in white, her master...has already died by his own sword.

This is the only way for almost all the ascetics who broke into the purple garden—tossing around in the magical realm of the heart, and then awakening at the most critical moment, breaking out of the realm.

The same is true for Lu Jiajia.

She raised the sword.

This old fox is very powerful, but it does not mean that his clone on Long Street is also very powerful.

At the beginning, she was indeed not his opponent, but at the moment she is no longer what she used to be.

There is no trace of fear in her heart, and on the long street today, there is no blue shirt that can pick up the sword for her. All she has is the courage and belief to transcend the realm.

On the long street, in the heavy rain, every strand of rain was illuminated by the sword.

The sound of the raining ground being broken from time to time.

The original lofty figure of the old fox was submerged in the sword air all over the street.

Lu married to marry but felt that it was not enough. She was about to close her eyes, her consciousness connected to the street, connected to the imperial city, connected to the entire country of Zhao, and continued to the edge of the rainstorm.

Every rain silk is like a sword.

The dark clouds all over the world are also gathering here.

The old fox died in a heavy rain that was like an utter death. Before he died, he smiled at Lu Marry.

After everything calmed down, Lu Jiajia found that the Tribulation of the Heart Demon was still unbroken.

"This is obviously my demon..." Lu Jiajia recalled her life. She practiced smoothly throughout her life. It was not until this imperial city that she encountered the biggest setback, which almost killed her. , Also once became the shadow of her Dao Xin.

She didn't understand, why she hadn't come out of the disaster after she had clearly cut through this past.

Unconsciously, she returned to the sect.

She went to see the master.

The heavy rain went away and everything became quiet.

Now that she has broken through the demon barrier of the Demon Tribulation of the Heart, of course she knows everything, where is the man in white clothes as her master, obviously her apprentice Ning Changjiu...

Lu Jiajia looked at her with a complicated mood. He didn't understand why Heart Demon Jie would outline such an illusion.

"Back?" Ning Changjiu spoke slowly.

"Yes." Lu Jiajia said.

"It's okay." Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and smiled: "This is your first experience. I have been worried for a long time."

Lu Jiajia felt that the scene in front of her was so strange. Although she knew it was a dream, she was still a little unacceptable.

"Thank you..." she said softly.

Ning Changjiu smiled, but his eyes were a little tired: "From today, I will leave the position of Sect Master to you, right?"

Lu Jiajia was silent. She looked at the boy in front of her and remembered many things.

From the first encounter, when the imperial city ended, then to the bit by bit on the peak of the cave and those unforgettable nights.

It's obviously only half a year, and they have experienced so much.

On those nights, Ning Changjiu trained her body and answered her questions on the path of cultivation, as if he was a disciple, and he said that that day, "You might as well worship me as a teacher." This sentence was a joke, but for some reason it lingered in her heart, lingering, until that day, Ning Changjiu's figure merged with the blue shirt on the long street, and finally broke out completely.

Is this your own demon?

Why is so lingering...it's annoying.

Lu Jiajia squeezed her hand, her long, curvy eyelashes lightly covered her, and the light in her long autumn eyes was squiggly and lonely.

"What's the matter? Don't you want it?" Ning Changjiu smiled faintly: "Or...you never treated me as a master?"

His voice is also so lonely.

Lu Jiajia looked at him, watching this real dream.

There was a faint thunder in her ears.

Tian Lei Jie is about to come.

Ning Changjiu waited for a long time, before he could answer, he walked outside, his white clothes were like clouds-a cloud that would never come back after drifting away.

"Wait." Lu Jiajia suddenly said.

The cloud stopped at the door, at the intersection of light and dark.

This is just a dream, no one will know... Lu Jiajia thinks so.

Suddenly, she lifted the front of the skirt and slowly kneeled to the ground. The delicate figure fell down, her head hung down, her smooth jade forehead touched the cold brick surface, and her long hair fell like a waterfall in the night.

"The disciple sees the master." Her voice was cold and respectful.

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(Sorry for being late, by the way, I wish readers who have finished the high school entrance examination to get good results~)