Beyond the Divine States Chapter 307: : Come to the sky late to snow

New Year's Eve is approaching, and the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect have gradually dispersed. The originally huge Shenzong, the older generation of ascetics have died seven or eighty eight in the disaster of the previous Underworld Hall, and now the entire sect is even more lifeless.

Yu Jin's home is not far away, so she stayed for a few more days.

The girl is equipped with the sword of the inner disciple, and the two servants stand behind her, carrying her bulging baggage. The carriage is ready at the door, waiting for departure at any time.

Yu Jinli watched for a while on the suspension bridge leading to Jiuyou Hall.

Ning Xiaoling's figure never appeared.

When she turned around, she found a little fox staring at her in the woods.

She recognized this beautiful spirit fox. When she was in class in Mutang, she could often see this spirit fox jumping happily outside.

Yu Jin originally thought that Lizong was deserted recently, so the wild spirit foxes began to appear. Later, she heard that the fox was raised by the new lord, and every time the spirit fox played outside, he would eventually be captured by the black-robed sect lord who covered his face with the fox wood mask.

Everyone knows very little about this new lord, just wondering if it will be a fox demon.

How can there be such a reason why monsters are the suzerain of human ascetics...

It’s just that now the ancient spirit sect is no longer glorious, even if such a ridiculous thing really appears, no one dares to really resist, at most it is only complaining privately, or hoping on the sword pavilion, the gods, etc. The masses who walked the road helped clean up the evildoers.

In recent days, what happened in Luo Shulou can no longer be hidden, and it spread quickly, completely shocking the entire Zhongtu. It is said that the owners of the other three sacred towers all left the customs and rushed to Luoshulou to find out. In contrast, Dianhuan Sect died of a suzerain, and Haiguo lost a dragon mother, which became irrelevant.

And this mysterious new lord, it is said that he came from the direction of Luo Shulou, and he has also appeared in Dianhuan Sect...

Everyone was amazed, and they didn't dare to object. It's just that many days have passed, everything in the clan is still in order, and no disasters and turbulence have occurred. The new master who raised a little fox seemed to be very kind.

Ning Xiaoling didn't know Yu Jin's thoughts. If she knew it, she would definitely scoff at the word "kindness".

In her heart, the current benefactor sister is utterly bad!

"Little fox, I'm leaving now." Yu Jin squatted down and stretched out his hand.

Ning Xiaoling walked over and rubbed her palm.

She originally wanted to talk to Yu Jin, but now she looks so ashamed to tell her... Let's wait until she becomes a human being and give her a surprise.

Yu Jin stood up and looked at the little fox tenderly, always feeling familiar.

She waved at the little fox.

Ning Xiaoling also stretched out her small claws and waved goodbye to Yu Jin.

After Yu Jin left, Ning Xiaoling cautiously hid behind the big tree, looking around with alertness, as if a prey was searching for the trail of a hunter.

"Sister benefactor shouldn't be chasing..." Ning Xiaoling was so frightened that she would say to herself in a low voice, "Let’s go to the brother’s for refuge first."

……

Beside the spirit waterfall, Lu Jiajia is still comprehending the balance and harmony between spiritism and swordsmanship.

She is talented and well versed in sword theory. After a whole afternoon of deduction and experimentation, she finally found her idea, and then followed this thread to draw out the next sword moves one by one.

"The sword of restraining disaster?" Lu Jiajia pointed forward and muttered to himself, staring at a virtual sword.

The virtual sword and sword light burst into fullness, full and bright, like a rainbow light wiped in front of itself, about three feet long.

Lu Jia married some swords.

The virtual sword, as if it were spiritual, fluttered in the air, conforming to the style of the sword of restraining disaster, and dancing fierce and chaotic shadows.

She stared at the sword and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no loopholes in the sword.

Lu Jiajia chewed on the magic of the swordsmanship, and couldn't help but sigh with Mu Lingtong's talent.

"Good swordsmanship."

Behind him, the clear voice sounded again, as if Xuexi crossed the bridge, cold and quiet. Such a moving voice resounded in Lu Jiajia's ears, but it was more like a female devil whispering, trying to make her frightened by the wind.

Siming appeared like a ghost.

Lu Jiajia, who was engrossed, didn't realize her arrival at all.

"Didn't you say that I won't disturb me before I practiced swordsmanship?" Lu Jiajia asked.

Si Ming said: "Sister, isn't this repaired?"

Lu Jia married: "I still need to polish..."

"Polishing?" Si Ming leaned closer, and said: "Marriage is worthy of a sword, as expected, it must be polished and polished to become useful."

Lu Jiajia looked at her, helplessly, she asked angrily: "Sister Xueci, are you...really a priest in the past?"

This is too far apart from the priest I once thought.

Si Ming sat down immediately, his expression indifferent, the roaring noise around him diminished, the flow of the Ling Waterfall gradually slowed down, and the waterfall was covered with a thin layer of cold mist in the blink of an eye.

"Doesn't it look like?" Si Ming sat cross-legged, without a trace of emotion in his words.

Looking at her so cold and dignified appearance, Lu Jiajia really felt the coercion of the gods on people's hearts when they were sitting alone.

Of course she wanted to say that it was not like it, but now that she is an orphan and widow, she decided to endure the humiliation and rely on this sister for the time being.

"It's still...very similar." Lu Jiajia said contrary to his heart.

"Then, Zhao Xianger or I, who is more beautiful?" Si Ming asked suddenly.

Lu Jia marries a moment, she is not really stupid, she hesitated for a moment, thinking that the distant water is difficult to save the nearby fire, and the distant relatives are not as good as the neighbors...

"Sister is more beautiful." Lu Jiajia's voice is getting softer and softer.

Si Ming gently brushed her sleeves, without asking whether Lu Jiajia's words were sincere, she turned slightly and looked at Lingpu. Ling Waterfall was slowly static by her time and authority. Now her realm is steadily rising. Although there is a huge gap from the peak, the use of authority is obviously much easier.

Looking at the starlight and moonlight reflected in the waterfall, Lu Jiajia exclaimed, "Congratulations to sister Xueci to the next level."

"Congratulations?" Si Ming glanced at her, "My level has risen, is my sister really happy?"

"It's so happy." Lu Jiajia sighed.

Si Ming smiled and said: "Really?"

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips, trying to answer perfunctorily, but she found that she couldn't move anymore.

The waterfall continued to fall from a high place. In the white mist, the sound of the sound rang in the ears, and the small water vapor slapped on the face, making it slightly cold.

Motion and stillness alternate at this moment.

The water of the waterfall flows again, but Lu Jiajia is quiet. She seems to be trapped in the stagnant water of time, even if her clothes don’t dance in the night wind.

"You..." Lu Jiajia said with difficulty.

Si Ming smiled and looked at her.

Between her gestures, she has shrouded her authority over Lu Jiajia's body.

The time for Lu to marry has stopped.

"Has Ning Changjiu used this to you?" Si Ming said quietly.

Lu Jiajia shook his head hard.

Si Ming stretched out her hand, gently hit her forehead with her finger, slid down her forehead, and landed on Xiuting Qiong's nose. She said, "Is my sister still spoiling you too much on weekdays? I have been standing in front of my sister all day, and even forgot to say a polite sentence. With reliance, is it so triumphant to marry a younger sister?"

"I...no." Lu Jiajia had a hard time writing.

Si Ming said: "I still don't know how to repent?"

Lu Jiama wants to cry without tears, even Ning Changjiu has never bullied her like this.

"I was wrong." Lu Jiajia responded humiliatingly.

Siming sneered and said: "Is it good to remember the call?"

Lu Jiajia pursed her lips and didn't say a word. She just hoped that the power of the life will be exhausted soon, and then she finds a reason to take the opportunity to escape.

Anyway, the swordsmanship has also been fully understood, and the abundant spiritual power of this spiritual waterfall is not so beneficial to her.

Si Ming said: "Are you thinking about going back to Ning Changjiu to hide now?"

"I..." The heart was broken, and Lu Jiajia was embarrassed in her heart, but it was not convenient to admit it.

Si Ming smiled and said: "What's the difference? I am being bullied, and he is being bullied. The difference is nothing more than being beaten and being beaten... Oh, my ears are red."

Lu Jiajia closed his eyes and realized that his ears had fallen into the claws of the devil's head.

"Sister..." Lu Jiajia decided to give in for the time being, and said, "The marriage is wrong, Sister Xueci, please forgive me."

"Really wrong?" Si Ming asked, looking at her aggrieved appearance.

"Yeah." Lu Jia married.

Si Ming reprimanded: "You are the mistress, how can you say such things to a slave of me?"

"..." Lu Jiajia felt that what he did was wrong.

Where is the goddess, she is clearly an unreasonable female robber!

……

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Ning Xiaoling jumped on the window, stretched out her paw and knocked.

Ning Changjiu put aside the pen, looked there, and said softly: "Come in."

Ning Xiaoling jumped in happily.

She looked at this cozy room, looked at the scrolls piled on the table and the burning lamp, and was moved.

"Brother is still the best here." Ning Xiaoling swished over, jumped onto the bed, and rolled around on the bed, his paws scratched the quilt, and laughed cheerfully.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "What is bad?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "There are no robbers...ah no, a place where there is no benefactor sister is just fine!"

"Robber?" Ning Changjiu was a little surprised: "This is the nickname you gave Si?"

Ning Xiaoling immediately shook her head: "No! Don't tell my benefactor sister!"

Ning Changjiu put his sleeves together, smiled at the little fox lying on the bed, and said: "Are you getting along well with Si Ming these past two days? Si Ming didn't bully Xiaoling, right?"

"No...nothing." Ning Xiaoling hesitated: "Benefactor sister and master also get along very harmoniously."

Ning Changjiu smiled, probably guessing how arrogant his life was in the past two days.

"When the brother finishes his work about Mingguo, help Xiaoling fight the robbers, okay?" Ning Changjiu smiled.

Ning Xiaoling was a little helpless when she heard these coaxing words. She didn't dare to agree to it casually, but she was weak and weak: "Thank you brother."

Ning Changjiu looked at these scrolls with a headache. He sighed, and slowly said: "Xiaoling, this Jiuyou Hall may become your residence in a few days. By then, this will be the new Hall of the Netherworld. You need to sit here. Take control of the ghostly authority scattered in the world."

"Are you alone?" Ning Xiaoling asked worriedly.

Ning Changjiu said: "If Xiaoling feels lonely, I can ask your sister to accompany you."

"Not alone! Not alone at all!" Ning Xiaoling said flatly, with a sense of mission in the bright fox pupils.

Ning Changjiu, while arranging the scroll, smiled and said: "It's good not to be alone... By the way, when we have finished New Year's Eve together, the senior brother will go to Central China, and it may take two or three months to come back."

"Two months!" Ning Xiaoling was surprised.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes wide and asked: "Brother...Can I go with you? I can be a mobile temple."

Ning Changjiu said: "The place I want to go is the Tianban. Only one person can sit on the Tianban."

Ning Xiaoling thought that I still had a place to take refuge when you were there, brother, if you walk for two months, the robber sister will not let me and the master...

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Don't worry, before I leave, I will tell your benefactor sister to let her bully you less."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him suspiciously and asked: "Brother, what is the relationship between you... and sister benefactor?"

Ning Changjiu said: "What does it matter? Don't think about it."

Ning Xiaoling said: "I don't believe it! She is so domineering, and the brother doesn't care about her, she must be a householder!"

Ning Changjiu said: "Isn't I more worried about Xiaoling's safety?"

Ning Xiaoling looked at the stacks of scrolls, looked distressed, didn't say anything, just hid in silence, combed her nine tails, and said: "Brother, sister benefactor is so beautiful...you , Are you really not tempted?"

Ning Changjiu asked calmly: "In Xiaoling's mind, is the senior brother the kind of person who just gets upset casually?"

Ning Xiaoling looked at him silently.

She is very reluctant to admit it, but Sister Xiang'er, marrying Master and... Sister benefactor, which one is not a great beauty in the country? Although the brother always regards himself as a gentleman, this statement seems to be less and less convincing.

"Of course not!" Ning Xiaoling categorically cut the line.

"That wouldn't be enough." Ning Changjiu said leisurely: "With Xiang'er, marrying and marrying a younger sister, the older brother is already content. No matter how beautiful Miss Siming is, what can I do with her? I will count it with her now. It’s just a friend who meets in peace."

"It's true..." Ning Xiaoling didn't quite believe it. After all, she had heard what the senior brother had said, "If you are not afraid of death, you will marry Zhao Xianger with beauty." It’s something like the teacher I respect.

It's not a day or two since the brothers turned back.

It's just that if Sister Siming really became the third wife of the brother... Then I met Sister Xianger, and I'm afraid I will be restless day and night.

Ning Changjiu looked at the little fox and said: "Now you don't even believe what the brother said?"

"I believe it!" Ning Xiaoling said seriously.

She curled up in the quilt silently, watching her brother reading the book seriously, and she didn't want to go out.

"New Year's Eve is only a few days away." Ning Changjiu said suddenly.

"Yes." Ning Xiaoling recalled: "We spent the New Year's Eve three years ago in Linhe City. We originally planned to go to the Lantern Festival...It's a pity that something like that happened." /

Ning Changjiu said: "No one will bother us this year."

"Yeah!" Ning Xiaoling said: "We can go to the clothes street together, it is very prosperous, and Xiaoling will show the way to the brother!"

……

It's the night, Si Ming, as the Sect Master, solved the formation that had enveloped the Ancient Spirit Sect.

Snowflakes in the world fell in and fell into the empty sect.

On the black eaves and blue tiles of the building, Si Ming tapped the corners of the eaves on his toes, and the figure was quiet. If Lingbo was at night, she looked at the still distinct moon in the snowy sky, lost in thought.

Lu Jiajia held a sword, watching the woman in the pavilion looking at the moon, and stopped slightly.　　 She originally wanted to secretly find Ning for a long time while Si Ming was not there, but she never thought that Si Ming was shamelessly blocking the road that she must pass.

Si Ming withdrew his gaze from the moon.

She looked into the snow swirling, the shadow that was colder than the snow and quieter than the plum, and smiled and said: "Where are you going to marry a younger sister?"

Today, Lu married to marrying is being bullied by Si Ming to be submissive.

Lu Jiajia looked at the Jiuyou Hall, which is close at hand, pursing his lips, and said weakly after a while: "I...I'm here to find my sister."

"It turned out to be like this." Si Ming said with a smile.

They all know it well.

Si Ming leaped gently from the corner of the eaves and came to Lu Jiajia.

"What do you do to find sister?" Si Ming asked.

Lu Jiajia lowered his head, gritted his teeth with meek brows and said: "There are some swordsmanship in the daytime that I cannot understand, so I asked my sister for advice."

Si Mingbing narrowed his eyes, poked her eyebrows, and said: "Okay, sister to teach you tonight."

"I have Sister Lao Xueci." Lu married married and saluted.

She raised her head and looked at the tall building at the end of the snowy road, wishing to cry without tears.

Just as Si Ming was about to turn her around and leave, the gate of Jiu Youdian suddenly opened.

The glimmer fell into the night.

In the light and warm candlelight, the snow is more real.

Ning Changjiu walked out slowly in loose white clothes and said: "Siming girl, where are you going to get married?"

Si Ming said: "Teach sister swordsmanship, what's the matter? Do you have an opinion?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I also have something to marry."

Si Ming looked at Lu Jiajia, and said, "Who are you going to follow?"

Lu Jiajia pretended to hesitate, and after giving some face to life, he immediately walked towards the direction of Jiuyou Hall.

Si Ming looked at Lu's marrying back, a little angry, and said to himself: "Women's college is not staying."

Ning Changjiu looked at Si Ming, smiled and asked, "It's cold outside, should Miss Si Ming come together to keep warm?"

Si Ming doesn't want to be retaliated by them.

She faintly said: "No, I have something to do."

Speaking, the woman's figure flickered in the night, as if it had also turned into a fluttering snow, scattered in the darkness with the wind.

Lu Jiajia turned around and took a look, then walked inside the door.

……

In the twilight light, Lu Jiajia took off the red velvet cloak that was draped on his body, shook off the snow on the cloak, and gently hung it on the hanger.

Lu Jiama's mood is much more relaxed. She looked at Ning Changjiu's slightly thin face due to fatigue, smiled and bowed, and said: "My husband opened the door a few minutes late, was it intentional?"

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled. Seeing that Lu's marriage changed the usual coldness, I could imagine that he opened the door and moved the marriage. Alas, this command is indeed too much... It seems that a lesson is needed.

Just now...

Ning Changjiu wiped the snow off her shoulders and hair, and reminded her tactfully: "Now... don't call my husband."

"Huh?" Lu Jia marrying was puzzled. He wanted to be worthy of being a master and apprentice in front of outsiders. Why would he not call his husband in private? Could it be that...

Lu Marrying is even more embarrassed. She was delighted to escape from the claws of Si Ming. At this moment, she looked at Ning Changjiu's appearance in the warm candlelight, recalling his anxiety and worries during the few days when he entered the underworld... The spring water in her heart could not help. Slightly move with the wind.

It turns out...you want to be like this...she thinks she understands.

Lu Jiama smiled slightly, she blinked at Ning Changjiu, her lips lightly opened, and the words softly said: "Marriage...I have seen Master, but I don’t know if Master summoned the disciple here in the middle of the night, because she wanted to... What are you doing?"

This fairy sword fairy...Ning Changji watched Lu's marriage rarely reveal such a sentiment, and his mood was also difficult to calm down. Only now...

"No...nothing." Ning Changjiu was a little bit cramped and offered to give in.

Lu married but refused to accept it. She said: “Master thinks that marrying is not good for learning swords in the day, and wants to reprimand and punish? To forge the sword..."

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and stopped talking, but slowly turned and walked to the window.

She put her hand on the wooden eaves under the window, staring at the snowy night outside the window, and slightly bent down [Penqugexx.co].

The figure outlined in the warm candlelight is enough to reverse any scroll drawn by an earthly painter.

On weekdays, Ning Changjiu would have difficulty holding on to himself.

But today...

"Marriage..." Ning Changjiu didn't know how to speak.

"Huh?" Lu Jiajia pulled her hair and looked back slightly.

Suddenly, she froze.

I saw a pair of fluffy fox ears sticking out under the quilt of the bed.

At this moment, the whole room is as quiet as a hall of darkness.

Seeing that there was no movement outside, Ning Xiaoling, who was hiding under the quilt, immediately realized that her fox’s ears were leaking out. She grabbed the edge of the quilt with her claws and poked her head out tremblingly, watching with sullen eyes. Standing by the window, the figure of the master.

At this moment, Lu Jiajia is not a bit soft.

The cold wind from outside the window kept blowing, and snowflakes kept hitting the window, babbling, Lu Jiajia's expression was cold, her silk hair was dancing wildly against her cheeks, and the flying clothes spreading killing intent, her body was long. Standing up, Ping Ting's posture was like the out of the sheath of an ancient sword, almost extinguishing the candlelight in the house.

"Master...Master...Xiaoling is deaf and blind, Xiaoling hasn't seen anything!" Ning Xiaoling shivered as she felt Master's killing intent, covering herself with the quilt.

"Ning! Long! Long!" Lu Jiajia suddenly turned around and looked at the innocent young man standing aside.

"Marriage, let me explain! Xiaoling she just..."

"Well, I just wanted to tell you, who knew how to marry you..."

"No, no, it's all my fault."

"Marry calmly, don't do it..."

"Marriage, don't fight, forgive me..."

"I managed to organize these books. It's a matter of Xiaoling's safety. This is really untouchable."

"You want to murder your husband!"

"You can hit me, don't bully Xiaoling, this matter has nothing to do with Xiaoling...Ah!"

Ning Xiaoling listened to the screams of her senior, hiding in the quilt, weak and weak: "Well, it's all to be blamed on the senior, Master, go and beat the senior, don't beat me."

"???" Ning Changjiu was chased and killed by Lu Jia married all over the house, listening to the words of Junior Sister, more sadness came from it.

In the Jiuyou Hall, the sword gas was extinguished, and the candlelight flickered. The hall of several floors was restless all night. From the first floor to the top floor, and from the top floor to the first floor, there were occasional figures of foxes jumping around to avoid.

"Siming..."

In the Jiuyou Hall, Ning Changjiu's voice suddenly came: "My lord, where are you, come and take care of your sister."

Si Ming sat outside the hall, across the heavy snow, listening to the screams faintly coming from the hall, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but arouse.

She took off the brand-new hip flask around her waist, pressed it to her lips, and took a sip.

She rarely drank alcohol in the past.

She is a god, and the potency of wine is no different from water to her.

But tonight, she took a sip on a whim and looked at the warm candlelight in the Jiuyou Hall, but she was a little drunk.