Beyond the Divine States Chapter 346: : Dream inside and outside dream

There was no more light leaking from the huge tree canopy above. The sky and the clouds gradually moved away. The faint sound of rain replaced the damp sound of the stream. Ning Changjiu’s consciousness floated in the desolation for a while, and he opened it. Eyes, woke up.

Focus on the gaze.

The person next to the pillow was at the window for some time, sitting in front of the drizzle, his long uncombed hair was draped in a mess, the nightgown had not been changed yet, and the white cotton skirt reflected from the window. The glimmer of light blurs everything.

"Wake up so early?" Ning Changjiu said softly.

Si Ming said: "It didn't take long for you to sleep, I woke up."

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly, he touched his side...Well, there was still some warmth.

He couldn't help but think of last night's dream.

Strange, how could you dream of Si Ming? Is it just because of the fear, or because she slept next to her?

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why don't you sleep?"

Si Ming said: "When I think of you next to me, I feel like sleeping on pins and needles and can't sleep at night, so I got up to practice swordsmanship."

Ning Changjiu felt that there was some truth to what she said, so she didn't ask, just got up, leaned against the bed frame, breathed lightly, and sorted out her thoughts.

The Bhikkhu Peak in the early morning is extremely quiet.

Ning Changjiu still has lingering fears about last night's dream. He touched his back, and he was half-body cold and sweaty...Hey, why did Master want me to have such a dream? Are you punishing yourself? Fortunately, I pretended to be a fool and passed by.

He had originally doubted whether this dream would be true, after all, their temperaments were too vivid and lifelike. But the dialogue in the dream is still fresh in Ning's memory. In the mockery between Xiang'er and Si Ming, she pointed out the true identity of Si Ming. Not only that, but she also seemed to know Si Ming.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for Xiang'er to know Si Ming.

Is it still my own fantasy...

He stretched out. Obviously he just woke up from a dream, but he seemed to have been fighting all night, physically and mentally exhausted.

He wasn't even sure whether this was a dream or a nightmare.

But marrying in the dream looks really cold and majestic and lovely, like a frosty goddess...Alas, it's a pity that marrying is not with me at the moment.

The stray flowers and charming eyes in the dream, only knowledge is as new. Ning Changjiu stopped worrying too much. He recalled the contents of the scriptures, while meditating and adjusting his breath, he read carefully, and after clearing away distracting thoughts, he began to practice seriously.

The sky is getting brighter.

When Ning Changjiu opened her eyes again, Si Ming had already put on the **** robe. She sat in front of the mirror and recalled the dream of last night. She thought about the many strange things in the dream, it was difficult to distinguish, and her mood became more and more. It's messy.

She hasn't seen Zhao Xianger, so why would she know herself? How did Lu Jiajia become so cold? How did Ning Changjiu become sixteen years old...

While thoughts were flying, Ning Changjiu came behind him, took the wooden comb, and combed his hair.

Her hair is very long and it takes time to comb it. The wooden comb glided, and the silver hair was like a stream of snow melted into a stream, soft and silky, and the slightly glowing light fainted slightly, and it appeared blurred in the dim morning.

Si Ming temporarily retracted his thoughts.

She found it ridiculous to think about her dreams.

What dreams, must be the means used by the inner demon to interfere with oneself! The more I thought about it, the deeper I fell, and I fell into the demon's tricks.

In the mirror, they looked at each other's faces.

Ning Changjiu wanted to ask something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Si Ming wanted to ask something, but he just pressed his lips lightly, as if he was hesitant to ask.

The silver hair is gradually combed and neat.

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath. He still wanted to know the truth. He wanted to figure out the dream.

"Siming girl." Ning Changjiu's words were serious.

The complex mood of Si Ming's body moved slightly, annoyed: "What do you do with a surprise?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her face and asked: "I want to ask you a question, I hope you answer me truthfully."

Si Ming frowned and said: "What do you want to ask?"

Ning Changjiu felt that he was too serious, so he smiled a little, and he asked: "Did you dream of me last night...?"

"..." Si Ming looked at him with a smile, feeling unkind no matter how he looked at it, huh, teasing himself early in the morning? What kind of person am I! Si Ming responded coldly: "I did dream of you."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and cautiously said: "What did you dream of?"

Si Ming said: "I dreamed that you were tied to the **** pillar, Lu Jiajia, Zhao Xianger, Ning Xiaoling, Shao Xiaoli... They took knives, each cut you into five pieces. "

Ning Changjiu was terrified.

Besides, Si Ming's imagination limited this dream...

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "It's really a ridiculous dream."

Si Ming gave a cold snort.

Ning Changjiu combed her hair.

It seems that the dream is just a dream, but I think too much... Ning Changjiu put down the comb and looked out the window with a leisurely expression.

After that, as usual, they came to the foot of the mountain to monitor the ginseng puppets and observe the progress of Yu Lei's refining. The ginseng fruit tree on the side has completely lost its vitality, swaying in the cold wind, like dead tumors born in thousands of flesh and blood.

There are different opinions about the death of the Hundred-faced Fox and the Mist Demon King, but the Golden Winged Roc does not seem to turn the spear on them.

Everything is peaceful and unreal.

Ning Changjiu was still investigating Kunlun while he was cultivating. He and Si Ming visited many demon peaks in Ten Thousand Demon City, but they could not get a clear answer. The little demon monkey also seemed to have really evaporated, and never appeared again.

On the top of Xiaoleiyin Peak, Si Ming stood on the precipitous cliff and stopped to look into the distance.

On the mountain peak, the wind is loud, the black clouds move forward, and the damp moisture is permeating.

"When the saint dies, people will come there." Si Ming pointed in a certain direction and said softly: "At that time, above these peaks, there will be a sea of ​​silver like a tide, and the priest Tianjun will be like a bodhisattva with a high seat cloud. Empty, the gods recruited, the gods lined up in front of the line, the thunder billowed, murderous intent soaring into the sky, and then hundreds of thousands of gods were dumped like a flood, flooding all monsters, extinct spirits, and corpses..."

Si Ming described the scene in her mind.

Ning Changjiu listened quietly. He looked at the open world and couldn't imagine what such a scene would really look like when it happened.

Compared with the sins of ginseng fruit trees, it seems too naive.

Ning Changjiu asked: "What did you do when you were a priest in the past?"

Si Ming recalled: "Watching the sundial, the rule of the sky, in charge of everything."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Will it be boring after a long time?"

Simming said: "The gods have a clear heart, and they don't realize that time is passing. It's like traveling the world at this time, with you by your side, living like years. Besides, the joy of priests, it is difficult for you to listen to you."

"That's it..." Ning Changjiu agreed, but thought in his heart, must the gods castrate their desires in order to make the long years not lonely?

Isn't this another kind of loneliness?

They came to Xiaoleiyin Peak. After crossing the stele pavilion and entering the city gate, there was a bright Buddha light shining in front of him, with the aura of purple and gold.

The demon student enshrined on Xiaoleiyin Peak has extremely long yellow eyebrows. It is wearing a robe and gold armor, holding a Zen staff and a mace, sitting solemnly, looking at both civil and military.

There are not many other scriptures on this peak, but the classics are sold a lot. Ning Changjiu and Si Ming visited several bookstores. Si Ming was not too interested in those grand scriptures, but found a few miscellaneous books in the corner. Turning it over, Ning Changjiu glanced at it, as if it was something like "Rhyme" or "Divine Law Enlightenment".

Ning Changjiu was puzzled, wondering how Si Ming would be interested in this kind of book. ...

The depths of Ten Thousand Demons City.

The Golden Wing Roc is also meditating.

He wore golden feathers and a red crow mask. His long gray hair was exploding behind the mask. Under the golden feathers, the dark golden lock armor was looming. His gathered, ancient sword-like wings were huge, so His body doesn't look so burly, but his image when meditating does not give people a sense of bitterness, but sharpness.

He meditated intently on the stone altar, beside him, a series of lights burned faintly, and those lights turned into the appearance of various monsters, their expressions were painful, they were struggling in the flames, making a stern hallucination.

What the Golden Wing Roc is operating is the Ten Thousand Demon Art.

Its Ten Thousand Demons tactics are different from the ordinary Ten Thousand Demons tactics taught by saints.

It incorporates its own techniques of devouring the sky and the earth, as long as it swallows other monsters, it can take the other party's magical powers.

But that kind of monsters must also be of the same clan, or they will suffer a big backlash.

When the Golden Winged Dapeng first saw the Nine Spirits Yuansheng, he regarded him as a confidant, and he discussed the method of swallowing with him. The Nine Spirit Yuansheng has nine poems, and his method is compared with his own. , There is nothing worse than that, except for the gluttonous beasts of the ancient times, only to devour them, under the kingdom of God, there is no other existence that can match them.

It's a pity...The Nine Spirits Primordial Sage didn't know what was going crazy, so he completely gave up the swallowing method and practiced like that ascetic monk. How is this different from the stone lion at the door?

Thousands of demon bird flapping wings, following his magnificent Jinpeng technique, turning into pieces of golden feathers, clinging to them.

In front of him is a huge stone statue.

The stone statue is shaped like a big bow. The big bow is generally buried in the ground, half of which is exposed, and the rocks on it are stained with old.

The long bow has no strings.

The golden winged big Peng shines out of the Dharma body, radiant.

The sharp claws of the dharmakaya lay on the arch, firmly grasped, and the roar of lightning and thunder instantly sounded, sweeping the entire mountain, violent clouds, and the shower seemed to split at any time, and flooded the entire mountain.

The Golden Wing Roc is holding the longbow firmly, and its golden pupils are burning with red fire. It has exhausted all its strength and wants to uproot it.

The crossbow trembled and stood still.

The golden-winged roc's law has produced fine cracks.

"...cough cough." After a long time, the Golden Wing Dapeng released his hand, clutched his chest, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. It was unwilling to say: "Isn't it possible..."

Why can the stone lion of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng be pulled out, but he can't?

Is my way going wrong?

No! impossible! It must be that the Ten Thousand Demon Art is not complete... The rank of these monsters is too low...

Divine Sparrow...

Only the real divine sparrow can fill the Ten Thousand Monster Art!

He wants to become the ancestor of ten thousand demons, swallow the mountains and seas, swallow the sky, swallow the Suzaku into his belly, and then refine himself as a true buddha, hide the world, and reach me as the universe, and the universe as my nothing Upper realm!

The Golden Wing Roc kept panting. He clutched his chest and slowly closed his scarlet golden pupils, as if he had finally made up his mind.

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On the road between the sword pavilion and the ancient spirit sect, Liu Junzhuo, in the black and white sword skirt, looks like frost, stepping on the flying sword, and walking away from the sky.

The sword under her step can be willow leaves, thin ice, river water, or invisible wind.

This is the supernatural power of protecting everything as a sword, and it is a realm that most sword repairers can't reach in a lifetime.

But she will not be proud of it.

Because she lost her real sword.

At this moment, traveling all the way south, crossing the mountains and the sea, she wanted to find her sword back.

The land and landscape are changing underfoot, and the ancient spirit sect is finally approaching.

Liu Junzhuo changed his face and found an inn casually to stay. After a night's rest, he set off in the early morning of tomorrow, and should be able to arrive before the evening.

I hope that the process of taking the sword can be smoother, and don't shame the sword pavilion again...I don't know if the fourth Si Ming of the Ancient Lingzong is as powerful as the rumors.

At this moment, in the ancient spirit sect, Lu Jiajia alone guards the huge sect.

She still practiced by the waterfall and pond in the daytime, with no distractions, but in her spare time, she is looking forward to the night more and more. Those voices and smiles may be illusory, but the warmth and kindness in her heart are real. of.

She recalled the scenes in her dreams, and she couldn't help but smile slightly, showing no arrogance at all.

I don’t know how long this dream can last.

She quietly looked into the distance by the window.

The setting sun sinks, and darkness fills the world in the twilight.

Ning Xiaoling jumped in from the window, wagging her tail carefree.

Since the brother left, she has taken over the master, and she drills a bed with her every day, very gentle, happy and not thinking about the brother.

Lu Jiajia held Ning Xiaoling, took the water basin, helped her wash her dirty paws, and said with a smile: "If you go crazy like this every day, you will really become a wild fox."

Ning Xiaoling smiled and rubbed her master, and said: "Hasn't Master been a big fox for a while?"

After a moment of calm, Ning Xiaoling screamed. She lay on the ground, with her little paw covering her head, and said: "Master, you never beat Xiaoling's chestnut before, are you bothering Xiaoling?"

Lu Jiajia retracted his hand, thinking that he should have played well in his dream.

She gently patted Ning Xiaoling's head and said: "Okay, go to sleep after washing."

"Master has slept so early these past two days." Ning Xiaoling said.

Lu Jiajia calmly said: "Well, it's just that it's too tired to practice swords in the day."

Ning Xiaoling was not suspicious. She stepped on the towel with her little paw, wiped it clean, and got into the bed, curled up, her tail like a cloud covered her body.

In her dream, Ning Xiaoling came to a field where the wheat was green and blue. She instinctively plunged into it and ran happily, unaware that time was passing by.

Lu Jiajia again appeared in the small courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Not long after, Zhao Xianger, Ning Changjiu, and Si Ming also came one after another.

Lu Jia married in front of the stone table and set up a cold shelf. They were allowed to sit down after they had called the master sister one by one.

Zhao Xianger discovered that Si Ming and Ning Changjiu came almost at the same time, which made her a little uncomfortable.

"Sister Si Ming, I'm seeing you again." Zhao Xianger looked at Si Ming and smiled.

Si Ming glanced at her coldly, sat down beside Ning Changjiu, and said: "Yes, it's been a long time."

Zhao Xianger was dissatisfied with her attitude, and said: "Why do you not salute the senior sister when you meet?"

Si Ming said: "You are now downgraded to the third disciple."

"So what? A higher level crushes you to death." Zhao Xianger folded her arms around her chest and said proudly: "In the middle class, the disciples should be more courteous. If you don't call, I will ask the master sister to give it. I am in charge."

Si Ming glanced at Lu Jiajia. Lu Jiajia held a ruler with a calm face like a frozen lake, and seemed to have acquiesced to Zhao Xianger's practice.

Si Ming was very aggrieved. He thought that as a priest, even if he had fallen, he would still have the strength of the five peaks, so he would be taught by two Zi Ting juniors? Humph, bullying others, if you meet outside, see if your sister will not train you as slaves!

But the situation is better than others, Si Ming hesitated and got up, saluted, his voice stiff, and said: "I have seen Zhao...Senior Sister Zhao Xianger."

Ning Changjiu raised his hand and said: "There is still me."

Si Ming became even more angry, thinking about what you would join in the fun... She gritted her teeth and said: "See... I have met Brother Changjiu."

"Okay, my sister allows you to sit down." Zhao Xianger said with sarcasm.

Si Ming sat down under the skirt of the robes, looking aggrieved.

In the sea of ​​knowledge of Lu Jiajia, Jianxin once again issued an instruction: Let everyone in the watch live in harmony from the heart, pity and care for each other. One hundred swords are available.

Lu Jiajia's heart was shocked, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

She has a total of twenty-eight sword hearts now.

One hundred swords... Then don't you just fill up Jianxin directly!

But the difficulty of this task is indeed terrifying.

As everyone knows, Ning Changjiu may be easy to talk, but the contradiction between Zhao Xianger and Si Ming is almost irreconcilable. How easy is it to get them to get along?

But since the fairy sister issued this order, there must be a way to achieve it!

On the other side, Si Ming and Zhao Xianger started to read a book in anger after a quarrel, vowing to fight for the throne of the three excellent disciples.

"Stop for a while, don't go to school today." Lu Jiajia said.

"Huh? Why?" Ning Changjiu was puzzled.

After Lu Jia married with his hands folded, he paced leisurely, saying: "Although you only have three people, but the three of you have a grudge against each other, how can you create a good reading atmosphere? I think that if you want to read, you must first The ethos of watching the stroke is right."

Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming looked at each other, and they turned their heads aside.

Ning Changjiu cooperated with Lu Jiajia very well, and asked: "How can we behave?"

Lu Jiajia thought for a while, and said: "Let's... play some games together to increase our emotions."

"Playing games?" Ning Changjiu was shocked and asked: "What to play?"

Lu Jiajia pondered for a moment, thinking about what she watched other children playing when she was young, recalling, and tentatively saying: "Why do you...jump rubber band, throw handkerchief, jump square?"

"..."

Ning Changjiu, Zhao Xianger, Si Ming. The three of them looked at Lu's marriage, their eyes full of shock and doubt.

Lu Jiajia looked at them and felt extremely ashamed, but according to her understanding, playing games is the fastest way to promote feelings! This not only allows everyone to live in harmony and avoid fighting, but also to complete their swordsmanship, which is simply the best of both worlds.

Lu Jiajia took out the ruler and put it in his own hand. His eyes were coldly swept around, and the words were light: "What? Do you have any comments on this master sister's suggestion?"

The three looked at each other, all waiting for the other to take the lead in protest. In the end, no one was the first bird, and one after another succumbed to the majesty of Lu Jiajia.

On the lawn, the three people sit down.

Lu Jiajia cut a valuable climbing vine as a rubber band and handed it to them. Zhao Xianger and Si Ming put the rubber band together, and Ning Changjiu stood in the middle, embarrassed to go in.

Lu Jiajia lightly patted Ning Changjiu's back with a ruler, and said: "Why? Didn't you listen to the senior sister?"

Ning Changjiu stepped in like jumping into a sea of ​​flames, resisting the shame, and jumped up awkwardly and stiffly.

Zhao Xianger and Si Ming couldn't bear to look directly, and closed their eyes.

Only Lu Jiajia showed a pleased smile.

Well... it's always a beginning.

However, because they didn't study seriously, the swords disappeared one by one in the heart of Lu Jiajia's Jian.

While Lu Jia marrying his heart aches, he thinks that as long as they are in harmony, Jianxin can be filled instantly, how it is worth it!

After Ning Changjiu finished jumping like a zombie, he jumped out like a zombie again.

Lu Jiajia asked: "Are you happy to dance?"

Ning Changjiu's face was as gray as death and said: "I'm so happy."

Lu Jiajia smiled and patted him on the head, resisting the desire to hug him, and said: "Well, Xiao Changjiu, you and Si Ming, go to dance."

Zhao Xianger looked at the ruler in her hand, bit her lip, and whispered: "Close your eyes! No one is allowed to look, especially you, Ning Changjiu!"

After Zhao Xianger finished jumping, he came out blushing. The next one is Si Ming.

The three of them felt sorry for each other, no one embarrassed anyone, and closed their eyes together.

After jumping the rubber band, Lu Jiajia's sword has lost five of its swords.

The next one is throwing away the handkerchief.

In this game, Ning Chang had no sense of participation in it for a long time. During the whole process, Zhao Xianger and Si Minggong avenged each other and threw them to each other. You chased me. In front of Ning Changjiu’s eyes, black and white skirts kept passing by, like the alternating day and night for 10,000 years, dazzling, even There is a feeling of vicissitudes of life from bones to ashes.

Lu Jiajiajianzi lost five more.

The last game failed, because Zhao Xianger and Si Ming had already fought to grab the handkerchief. Two beautiful women with indifferent faces rolled on the lawn and kept fighting each other, spoiling the wildflowers. countless.

Although Ning Changjiu felt pleasing to the eyes, he couldn't bear to see them hurt their already thin feelings. He quickly asked for an order and said: "Sister, two tigers will get hurt when they fight, so let them stop fighting. Be careful to disturb Master. ."

Lu Jiajia sighed, the sword fell faster.

She felt like a knife, and combined with Ning Changjiu to stop them, and finally separated the two.

Zhao Xianger's hair is dazzled, and her look is fierce, like a tiger. She dusted her clothes and seemed to have to fight again. With messy silver hair, she looked arrogant and looked like a big tiger. She squeezed tightly. Fist, vowed to beat Zhao Xianger hard.

Lu Jiajia looked at them, also a little annoyed.

Ning Changjiu hoped that Lu Jiajia would say some adjustment words. Who knows that Lu Jiajia was silent for a moment, but asked: "You... do you have a feeling of sympathy for not knowing each other?"

"..." Si Ming and Zhao Xiang'er looked at her together, their expressions were complicated, and they both had a feeling of ‘sister, you should be virtuous’.

Ning Changjiu patted his forehead, thinking that this must be my stupid marriage, like a fake replacement!

"It's alright, alright." Seeing that the marriage had no effect, Lu Jia said: "You should study first today, don't delay, we can talk about the righteousness later."

Guan Nei returns to false harmony.

Zhao Xianger and Si Ming are both gearing up in their hearts, vowing to press each other under their bodies and give them a hard gasp.

Lu Jia has lost fifteen sword hearts in his marriage, and his heart is bleeding, and there is suffering.

But she changed her mind to think that this is the end of the matter, and she can only break the jar! Well, it is obviously impossible to increase the relationship once, let them play hide and seek tomorrow...

An hour later, after class, Zhao Xianger asked Ning Changjiu why he didn't come to help herself.

Si Ming also questioned Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu was hunted and killed by them and hid behind Lu Jiajia, so they began to spontaneously play the game of eagle catching chicks...

In the end, Lu Jiajia couldn't protect him, and watched his husband be rectified by them on the spot.

In Taoist Temple, Ye Changong looked at Zhao Xianger quietly, and whispered: "Sure enough, it hasn't changed at all."

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Another day I woke up early in the morning.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes and saw Si Ming, dressed in thin white clothes, fell asleep on the window rail.

Last night, she vowed to say that she was going to practice the sword all night, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

Ning Changjiu stood up slowly, without shoes, for fear of disturbing her. He silently walked behind her, took a piece of clothing and put it on her, his lifelike eyelashes trembled, but he did not wake up.

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(Extremely grateful to the book friend Xue Ci for being the three rudder masters rewarded by the sky! Thanks to the book friend Zhu Xiaosan zxs, Feng Yuanke, and the dark-born Laast for the rudder masters rewarding! Huai Yuan'er, Taste of Life, is a hero who is happy and rewarding with blood feather fungus! Thanks to the above eight great rewards! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!)