Beyond the Divine States Chapter 348: : At the time, only Tao was common

In the unobservable courtyard, the bright and high-hanging sun began to fall rapidly to the west, and the blazing white light gradually turned red. Soon, the last ray of red light was also engulfed by the clouds in the sky, everything was calm, and the moon was bright. It did not rise from the east, but hung directly above the head, hanging on the midline of the Taoist temple.

It seems that this moon and Taoist temple are relative light and shadow.

The moon is as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest pits and pits, with a secluded beauty.

Then, the moon gradually faded away, and the sunrise was in the east, and the light came like waves, swallowing the sea of ​​clouds, mountain peaks, and Taoist temples.

The sun rises and the moon sets, repeating itself again and again.

Then, the flowers on the big trees in the view began to wither. After the hot air rose to the peak, it gradually turned yellow, withered, and piled up on the ground.

In a blink of an eye it was half a year.

Ning Changjiu and others went in and out in the view, and they lived as usual. The time shift of the world seems to have nothing to do with them.

"Time flies so fast." Zhao Xianger said with emotion as he looked at the trees that were gradually becoming bare.

Ning Changjiu nodded in agreement. In the blink of an eye, it was autumn, unknowingly, when he remembered, time seemed to have passed for a moment, and it seemed to have passed for half a year. He can't tell the difference.

Si Ming glanced at Zhao Xiang'er, and sarcastically said: "A girl who cherishes spring, only knows how to hurt the spring and mourn the autumn, what time passes by?"

Zhao Xianger said quietly: "You understand?"

Siming proudly said: "Do you know what my authority is?"

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "The authority of time really suits you. After all, you are always being..."

Siming looked at the girl’s thin, moon-like lips, and said coldly: "You have no words, your mother never taught you to respect your seniors?"

Zhao Xianger sat on a wooden chair, gently swaying her calf, and said leisurely: "In terms of seniority, I am the third elder sister, you are the fourth elder sister, and I am your senior. Come on, little elder sister, give this to my senior sister. Cup of tea."

"You..." Si Ming clenched his fists, looked at her coldly, and said: "Don't be proud of you!"

Zhao Xianger said disapprovingly: "You priest is also really weird. I have been taught so many times. You don't even know how to constrain. You dare to speak hard with me. Wouldn't you really like being bullied?"

Si Ming became even more annoyed. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and said: "Obviously you are cheating! You, like Ning Changjiu, are embarrassed, and you are not a good person!"

At first, Zhao Xianger and Si Ming’s scuffle were indeed comparable, but soon Zhao Xiang’er discovered Si Ming’s most fatal weakness-Nu Wen, so Zhao Xiang’er looked at it and attacked. After a few rounds, he fought so badly that he only dared to protect his weakness with his hands, did not dare to get up, or bit his lip, and reluctantly called to sister Xiang'er, begging her to let her go, or silently hide into the big sister. Behind him, seek shelter.

Si Ming secretly vowed in his heart that when he wakes up from his dream in the future, he must arrest Zhao Xianger for revenge.

Zhao Xianger also enthusiastically asked Ning Changjiu about how to make the slave pattern. Ning Changjiu thought about it for a long time and said: "I won't know until I am eighteen."

Si Ming made the chrysanthemum tea, and the faint fragrance floated from the teapot, which looked rich in the bleak autumn breeze.

Ning Changjiu swept the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. He glanced at the girls and women sitting and drinking tea, and then at Lu Jiajia who was sitting by the pond. The lotus in the pond was dead, and the lotus leaves were like Qing In the rain canopy, only rows of dry and slanted shelves remain, twisting in the gloomy water.

The view gate never opened.

Ning Changjiu swept the fallen leaves aside, wiped the sweat of nothingness, walked to Lu Jiajia's side, sat down gently, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Jiajiaqing said coldly: "You have recently gotten too close with your two younger sisters, so you should not be allowed to do this in the view, you must pay attention to it in the future."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How about getting close to the senior sister?"

Lu Jiajia glanced at him and said, "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can go closer."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Senior sister is so fierce on weekdays?"

Lu Jiajia took out the ruler, and Ning Changjiu shut up immediately.

He turned his head slightly, grabbed a handful of gravel and sprinkled it in the lotus pond. The pond seemed to be raining, and the ripples spread and collided with each other.

Ning Changjiu pointed to the pond and said: "Look, we are together."

Lu Jiajia looked at the pond. In the disorderly shaking shadows, Bai Chang and Tsing Yi were really entangled and intertwined. She looked at her innocently for a while, and then returned to her senses, gently brushing her sleeves, and the surface of the water was calm for an instant.

"Stop your mind and study hard." Lu Jiajia got up and left.

These days, Lu Jia grafted a few tokens that were not too difficult, and managed to save the sword that was approaching a negative number, but there were only more than twenty. She regretted the game for several days in a row. If he didn't give birth to that absurd idea, there should be more than fifty swords at this moment.

Ning Changjiu returned to the stone table, Zhao Xianger and Si Ming were talking.

They are discussing the content of the book.

The more the scriptures go to the back, the more things involved in the ancient inheritance. Zhao Xianger knew nothing about this, so she turned to Siming, who is good as a teacher. After all, when she was a teacher, she could briefly experience the kind of superiority. Human feelings.

When Si Ming was imparting knowledge, Zhao Xianger was still very polite, but she still opened her mouth and closed her sister, and Si Ming was very annoyed.

Unconsciously, snow floated in the sky.

Lu Jiajia raised her head, she gently stretched out her hand to catch the first piece of winter, and the heavy snow was blowing. She watched the snowflakes melt in her palms and her eyes were lonely. When she looked back gently, she found that the three were brushing together. Staring at yourself, like admiring the peerless beauty.

"I really want to climb the snow mountain..." Zhao Xianger held his face, tilted his head, and said softly.

"Huh, what, envious?" Si Ming squinted and smiled.

Zhao Xianger asked back: "Don't you envy?"

Siming proudly said: "I am perfect, I can't add a point or subtract a point, besides, freezing three feet is not a day's cold, you little girl dream."

Ning Changjiu even chanted a poem: "Thousands of thousands of snow peaks are in the world, and thousands of piles of jade are piled up..."*

"What are you talking about?" Lu Jiajia asked coldly.

The three shook their heads together.

In early winter, the four of them set up a stove in a small pavilion during their spare time, boiled the wine, and the wine smelled like osmanthus, gently drifting out, scattered in the snow, a few people embraced the stove to drink, boasting about the past. Only Lu Jia married few words, only holding a wine glass to warm his hands, listening to their words, sometimes aroused a faint smile.

The story is served with wine. Lu Jia married as a senior, but she got drunk the fastest. Her soft cheeks were red, and she lightly leaned against the red pillars of the pavilion. The snow cloak made her elegant and precious. gas.

Zhao Xiang'er was not good at alcohol, and after drinking a few glasses, her cheeks became hot. In the past, she had spiritual power to drink alcohol, but now she has no one. She had to hold on and untie the ponytail rope, turning the dark long The hair draped over the cheeks, covering her pretty face.

Si Ming and Ning Changjiu are much more comfortable. Si Ming squinted and kept toasting to Zhao Xiang'er. Zhao Xiang'er always competed with her and had no choice but to lose momentum, so he had to bite the bullet and drink with her.

Finally, Zhao Xianger fell drunk leisurely under her repeated offensives, and leaned against the warm fire, his cheeks flushed.

In the scattered snow, Si Ming tilted his head slightly, his gorgeous face facing a red plum by the pavilion.

The plum petals are beautiful and bloody, with the same color as her jade lips, and those icy eyes look clear and spiritual in the snowy weather.

She looked at Ning Changjiu and smiled softly: "Now only us are left."

Ning Changjiu looked at her, an infinite sense of tension surged in her heart, "Master... Junior sister, what are you going to do?"

Si Ming approached him lightly, stared at him, and whispered: "Let’s do something...interesting things together?"

"Is there something...interesting?" Ning Changjiu looked at Si Ming's blurred eyes in his drunkenness, the beautiful face and the ultimate figure were close at hand. Ning Changjiu looked at Xiang'er who fell asleep and married, and said with a firm heart: "I, I'm like a jade..."

Siming smiled and said: "What are you thinking about?"

Ning Changjiu was startled: "What is that?"

Si Ming asked Ning Changjiu to help Lu Jiajia, got up and walked behind her, stole the ruler, while Lu Jiajia was still drunk asleep, she slapped a few times against the soft spot. Then he put the ruler into Zhao Xianger's hand and closed her five fingers.

Si Ming and Ning Changjiu pretended to sleep together.

After Lu Jiajia woke up, he felt pain and immediately aimed the spearhead at Zhao Xianger, who was holding the paddle ruler. Zhao Xianger only woke up and suffered a disaster and was grabbed by Lu Jiajia holding his waist. He was punished severely, kicking his calf and groaning.

The Si Ming who pretended to be asleep couldn't hold it back, he chuckled, and then laughed wildly.

Lu Jiajia and Zhao Xianger learned the truth and immediately brought her to justice. Ning Changjiu also failed to escape the sanctions. He was found to be an accomplice. Zhao Xianger married Lu for questioning. Ning Changjiu made a confession. This confession aroused the common anger of three stunning women, especially Zhao Xianger who was the most cruel. , Beat Ning Changjiu directly to her sister.

After Zhao Xianger finished the fight, he gently rubbed his hand and asked: "Brother... Did I hurt you?"

Ning Changjiu's heart moved, thinking how Xiang'er is as gentle as marrying, he smiled and said: "No, Xiang'er don't take it to heart."

Zhao Xiang'er's gentle expression instantly turned cold, "No? Then have another meal!"

Lu Jiajia looked at the young girl who was chasing and rubbed his forehead with a headache. This sleep delayed a lot of things. After waking up, the sword was missing ten... one day.

In the heavy snow, it is no longer suitable for reading outside.

The four moved to Lotus Book Pavilion.

Zhao Xianger likes it very much. She can admire it for a long time just by staring at the lotus in bloom in the middle of the academy.

Siming arrived for the first time and wandered around for a long time. Finally, he looked at the character of dragon dance and phoenix dance, and said admiringly: "This character is well written, magnificent and magnificent. It should be a masterpiece."

Ning Changjiu curiously asked: "Do you still know how to use magic?"

Si Ming said indifferently: "Of course I understand, priests sit and watch the world, everything in the world, not to mention proficiency, more or less know something."

Ning Changjiu nodded lightly, but after he obeyed his command, he continued to say: "For example, this zheng word is strong on the back of the paper, and the famous sword is out of its sheath. The sound of the sword is still palpitating even if it is across the paper. "

"..." Ning Changjiu was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Sister Si..."

"Huh?"

"This word is actually static..."

"..."

Si Ming stared for a while, sternly, and turned around silently.

On the other side, Lu Jiajia casually opened a wooden cabinet and asked curiously: "What is this?"

The three of them hurriedly got together.

"Isn't this just ordinary soil? Is it necessary to hide it so well?" Zhao Xianger said.

Si Ming just showed his timidity, he didn't dare to say much, but said: "I think this soil has a mystery."

Ning Changjiu was also curious, thinking how could ordinary soil be hidden in the Lotus Pavilion?

Out of curiosity, Lu Jiajia grabbed some lightly. It was soft, but very sticky. It felt comfortable and strange. Not only did it have no peculiar smell, it also had an aura of fragrance, which seemed to have nurtured vegetation. Really.

"Should this be the fabled soil?" Si Ming whispered.

"Remove the soil?" Ning Changjiu was slightly startled, and said: "Isn't that the soil that the Nuwa Empress used to create humans? This soil really exists?"

Zhao Xiang'er said: "It's not a couple of days since the Fourth Junior Sister doesn't know how to pretend to understand. I don't believe what she said!"

Ning Changjiu suggested: "Why don't we try?"

"Try what?" Zhao Xianger and Si Ming asked in unison.

Ning Changjiu looked serious and said: "Let’s make people!"

A moment of silence.

"Does your mind have nothing else installed?" Zhao Xianger scolded angrily.

Si Mingyixiu is slightly red, and said: "It's really vulgar."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu didn't even react.

Only Lu Jiajia whispered softly: "What he said is to imitate the Nuwa Empress and make people, is it difficult to understand?"

"..." Zhao Xianger and Si Ming looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned their heads aside.

They all accuse each other in their hearts, thinking that they must have been quarreling with each other for a long time, and their IQs have reached a level. In the past, they were ice and snow smart!

Zhao Xianger said: "I still believe this legend, naive."

Si Ming also said: "It's a lie to the children."

Speaking, the two of them united in a rare unity, and went to the table to read together.

The books of the three of them have all been turned over in half.

Outside the Taoist Temple, in the Law Ling Hall, a small nine-tailed fox curled up in a fleece and went into hibernation.

Unconsciously, another spring.

The heavy cotton-padded cloak faded away, and the cool spring clothes turned to be close to the body, and the spring was bright and beautiful and infinitely beautiful.

The relationship between Si Ming and Zhao Xianger, after a year of intrigue, gradually melted like winter snow, but Lu Jiajia knew that they were far from the point where they were far from getting rid of their previous suspicions.

In spring, the flowers in the view gradually bloomed.

Led by Lu Jiajia, the four of them went to the mountains to enjoy the flowers together. After the stele pavilion engraved with the heart of sitting and forgetting, the gorgeous sea of ​​flowers came into view.

Whenever Si Ming saw the mountains and flowers, he would feel that this place is worthy of a dream, and he dared to think about anything.

Many of the gods, flowers and trees in the meantime are all extinct things, and there are even gods remaining in the fairy court. They grow in the mountains and wilds by their own ability, and each of them is enough to cause a sensation in the world.

"This is a climbing vine. It should have been extinct two thousand years ago." Si Ming's hand gently stroked a vine with small white flowers wrapped around a tree, and said: "The well-known artifact hits the gods. The whip is made of it."

"Fighting the whip?" Zhao Xianger smiled: "Why are you so interested in these? Do you want to..."

Si Ming immediately interrupted: "I'm just knowledgeable!"

The other three shook their heads together, relying on their own knowledge of Si Ming, cast a strange look, Si Ming snorted, and walked forward alone.

In front is Dahe Town.

Lu Jiamarried said: "Okay, let's go back to study first."

Zhao Xianger said displeased: "None of us went out to play!"

Lu Jia married and said: "When you finish reading the book, pass the test, and select the Sanyou disciples, I will take everyone to go outing together."

Zhao Xianger thought for a while, stretched out his palm, and said: "A word is settled!"

Lu Jiajia smiled and stretched out his palm to match her.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring passes and autumn comes, and another year is in the blink of an eye.

Everyone has only the last half of the book.

While they were studying, Lu Jiajia watched them while meditating on the side to practice swordsmanship, and her sword skills gradually became perfect.

Many times, when Lu Jiajia looks at the garden flowers, at the sun, and at the flowing water in the spring stream, there will be a flash of magical thoughts, giving birth to the feeling of being about to break, but her swordsmanship is still From the emptiness, I can't really catch that magical thought.

Next to the Qiu River, Zhao Xianger, in thin clothes, was sitting by the stream, shaking her white calves as usual, Si Ming knelt behind her, took a self-made wooden comb, and combed the girl's hair.

"Senior Sister, how about this?" Si Ming split her long hair into two strands, grabbed it in his hand, and asked with a smile.

Zhao Xianger protested: "No! One pony tail is enough!"

Si Ming said: "If you weren't born beautiful, you don't look like your lady at all."

Zhao Xianger wrapped her arms around her chest and said proudly: "I am gentle and kind, knowledgeable, and good at martial arts. Why is it not expensive?"

Siming smiled happily and tied her hair up.

Next, Si Ming sat down by the stream, bare feet, and lightly cleaned the stream, saying: "I really envy the little sister."

"What's the matter?" Zhao Xianger took the wooden comb, knelt down behind her, and combed her hair.

Si Ming said: "This Qiuxi is dry and cold, and it makes the toes cool. It is really uncomfortable. Sister Xianger is good. Since Qiuxi has dried up, I can't clean the water."

"..." Zhao Xianger puffed up her cheeks, comforting herself silently in her heart, thinking that her legs were not as long as hers, it must be because of her young age.

She combed her hair for Si Ming, and then retaliatedly wrapped two bulging buns on both sides of her head.

Si Ming followed the water and asked in doubt: "Is this really good-looking?"

Zhao Xianger patted her chest and promised: "It must be good-looking, this is the hair accessory that my mother taught me!"

Si Ming thought that since it was taught by God Suzaku, it should not be bad.

So she greeted Lu Jiajia and Ning Changjiu's ruthless ridicule with a strong sense of disobedience, especially Ning Changjiu, who laughed presumptuously.

She chased Zhao Xianger angrily, trying to get justice, but because of her fatal weakness, she couldn't beat Xianger, so she was finally bullied.

Si Ming returned to the table lonely, removing Zhao Xianger's combed hair, looking aggrieved.

Ning Changjiu couldn't see it, and walked gently behind her, comforted a few words softly, took the wooden comb, and took the initiative to comb her hair. This scene fell in Zhao Xianger’s eyes, and it was very unpleasant, but after all, she took the initiative to play tricks on the life, and she always felt like she was self-inflicted. She was just sulking her cheeks and sulking without saying anything. Instead, she took the initiative to approach her. Pour tea to Si Ming and apologize.

Lu Jiajia looked at them tenderly. Although her sword is about to bottom out again, she always feels that a day of harmony is coming, and Jianxin can follow everyone’s harmony and completeness together. .

In the evening, the three of them removed the book and exposed the chessboard drawn on the stone table.

The chess pieces were collected by pebbles, and Lu Jiajia, the only spiritually powerful person in this period, polished and carved them.

The three began to play chess.

At this moment, they have no spiritual power, and their computing power is naturally low. Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming are equal opponents, and they will win each other. Ning Changjiu's chess power is a bit higher.

But when they played chess, Ning Changjiu never dared to speak. After all, no matter which side he helped, he would suffer the anger from the other side.

He often loses chess to make them happy.

More often, he married Lu to marry in the name of practicing swordsmanship. Lu Jiajia acquiesced in this move and turned Meizhi to practice with him. Both of them are familiar with each other's moves, and they were in a tacit understanding when they practiced. Both Zhao Xianger and Si Ming had the beauty of seeing the gods and their relatives flying together, and they also had a slight jealousy.

Occasionally, Zhao Xianger and Si Ming practiced against each other. Their duel exercises are much more fierce. Many times they can interrupt Meizhi, and then lie down obediently, with their fragrant shoulders and jade back exposed, so that Lu married and Ning Long-term dressing for them.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moon is unprecedentedly huge, as if you can reach its outline by reaching out.

In Dahe Town, the lanterns floated up and skyrocketed.

At night, four people stood under the eaves and watched the lights.

Zhao Xianger was not tall enough, so Ning Changjiu carried it on his back.

At first, she was not suitable for this skin-to-skin feeling, she always felt shy, but soon, the thousands of rising lanterns flooded her emotions with crimson and gorgeous beauty.

They all raised their heads together, their eyes slowly lifted into the sky along the lantern, and in their dark pupils, the sparks were like rain.

The moon is such a perfect background.

In the field, the nine-tailed fox is standing by the bonfire that is only extinguished, while gnawing on the grilled blind fish on the wooden skewers, while looking at the lanterns, he is in a daze for a long time, thinking that if Sister Siming, Sister Xianger, get married It’s fine if both the master and brother are here...

The lantern gradually dissipated, and only the full moon remained in the sky, overflowing with silver light.

The jade people stand under the moon, shining brightly.

Everyone is very happy and meets for a drink, but Lu's marriage is not so happy.

Ning Changjiu asked her if she was on her mind.

Lu Jiajia looked at them and said seriously: "Zhao Xianger! Si Ming!"

The two beautiful ladies turned to Xiudi and looked at her one after another and asked: "What's wrong with Sister?"

Lu Jia married a death order and said: "Give you a three-month period. You must get rid of the grudges in your hearts and get along with each other in harmony, understand?"

Listening to her inexplicable words, the two looked at each other, and both smiled and said: "We are good sisters who love brothers now!"

Lu Jiajia coldly hummed: "You can't fool the senior sister!"

If they are really in harmony, their hundred swords should come! This is her last hope...

The three of them couldn't figure it out, so they went to drink together.

After being drunk and feeling drowsy, the four of them pulled a big cloak and hugged each other to sleep.

Time seems to be flicking in the hands of people, passing by without stopping. In a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a few months ago.

The day when the breath becomes frost has come again. Without spiritual support, Zhao Xianger and Si Ming are both wrapped in cotton clothes, bloated and cute.

The three were studying in the Lotus Book Pavilion, close together, like little squirrels warming each other, only Lu Jia married with good spiritual strength, and she was thin in white clothes, and she looked like a fairy in ice and snow. , All of a sudden Yan pressure Qunfang. Zhao Xianger and Si Ming helplessly rubbed their cold little hands, and cast enviable glances at Lu Jiajia.

The winter is getting deeper.

One morning, in the cold mist, Lu Jiajia, who was in Qingsi and Baichang, was holding a ruler and came to watch them reading as usual.

It seems that the word "Jing" on the Lotus Book Pavilion has come into effect. Today, the three people are very worry-free. They all read seriously and are silent.

Lu Jiajia did not practice swords, but looked at them calmly.

After a long time, Ning Changjiu closed the book, closed his eyes, spoke softly, and said in a daze, "I'm finished reading."

The silence is broken.

Lu Jiao gave a hmm with her eyelashes hanging down.

After a while, Si Ming also closed the sword book. She closed her eyes and said, "I've finished reading it too."

Zhao Xianger sat quietly, curled up in the snow-white cotton clothes, like a snowman, her eyes stopped on the last page, and there was no movement after a long time.

Lu Jia married and got up, walked behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, slightly bent, close to the girl's face, softly said: "Xiao Xianger, what's the matter?"

Zhao Xianger pursed her lips and looked at the last page. She squeezed her fingers, and her shallow voice felt like weeping: "I...I can't bear to finish it."

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(*Adapted from Li Jing's "Snow Mountain Song")

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