Beyond the Divine States Chapter 70: : Invisible book

Ning Changjiu asked: "This will not break the door rules?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "It's okay, the master said, anyway, the talents of the brothers are also average, and those inner disciples are all above the top, how can I be jealous of an outer disciple?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I always think it's not very good."

Ning Xiaoling was surprised and said: "Brother, you will not be shy anymore, for example, you feel embarrassed...Brother, although your realm is flat now, I have always believed that you will become particularly powerful in the future."

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head: "I don't care about other people's eyes."

Ning Xiaoling said: "That would be better. You just need to sit next to me and tell me the contents of the book. Everyone will read it out loud and it won't be noisy."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Can't you let Lu marry you?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Master has been telling me for half a month. She is the lord of the peak. She tells me alone every day. It is inevitable that there will be some strange voices. Some people say that I pretend to be illiterate. , And used some words to deliberately test me, asking if I know anything."

Ning Changjiu curiously asked: "What word should I use to test you?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I only know the first three words, the first three are ‘senior brother is’, the last one is a bit troublesome, I’ll write it to you..."

Speaking, the girl grabbed the pen and started writing without any scruples. In the end, she drew the character crookedly, and then added the first three characters to prove that she had learned well these days.

Ning Changjiu looked at the four words and sighed.

On the rice paper, it says crookedly: "Brother is a pig."

Ning Xiaoling raised her head and said curiously: "Brother, what do you read about this?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who wrote these four words to you?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "A fellow brother, it seems to be called Yunze..."

Ning Changjiu silently wrote down the name and said, "Junior sister is really as stupid as a pig. I taught you this word before, forget it?"

"Uh...Have you ever taught? I don't have any impression at all." Ning Xiaoling was rarely scolded, a little embarrassed.

She knocked on her head and said, "So brother, are you going? The sword hall is actually interesting, especially in the swordsmanship lesson taught by my married sister. Several senior brothers and sisters fly swords. But okay, the most powerful is said to be a brother named Nan Cheng, who passed through the fairyland at the age of nineteen, but unfortunately he was in retreat and couldn't see the style..."

Ning Changjiu suddenly thought of Lu Yuanbai, who was going to be an older generation, but still connected to the realm of immortality, and sighed silently.

Ning Xiaoling continued: "But, I heard that the greatest disciple of this generation who guards Xiaofeng is the most powerful. He has been photogenic at the age of seventeen, and his talent is catching up with his married sister. By the way, Xuanrifeng He and the peak owner of Huiyangfeng are to sister and brother. I heard that their innate spirits are all incomplete tigers. One has no eyes and the other has no tail..."

Ning Xiaoling talked about it for a while, and asked: "Brother, are you going to go tomorrow?"

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes to rest, and said lightly: "Don't go."

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In the early morning, Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat down next to Ning Xiaoling.

He leaned back in his chair, ignoring the strange gazes cast on him, and sighed as he looked at the Jianjing formulas stacked on Ning Xiaoling's desk.

"Where did our master tell you?" Ning Changjiu asked weakly.

Ning Xiaoling opened the book enthusiastically, opened it to a certain page, and handed it to him. Ning Changjiu read it roughly and frowned gradually.

Ning Xiaoling noticed the same, and asked softly: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu said softly: "It's okay."

Lu Jiajia came to the case and said softly, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Ning Changjiu nodded, and said, "Thank you, Master, there is nothing I don't understand."

Hearing that master, Lu Jiajia didn't know why, but his heart was slightly different, his face was calm, but he nodded indifferently, turned and left without asking more, just like an ordinary disciple.　　 "Sword heart and cautiousness, defense and independence, sword energy has eight powers... its shape is also, if the flying dragon returns to the sun, its meaning is also like a crane and a cloud..."

Ning Changjiu spoke softly, and read the text on the sword scripture with Ning Xiaoling. Ning Xiaoling nodded her head from time to time, and asked softly when she did not understand, Ning Changjiu answered one by one.

This scene fell in the eyes of other disciples in the sword hall, and it was a different scene.

Their impression of Ning Changjiu is only the side in front of the mountain gate. They feel that they are a handsome young man. Even if they see it by chance, they are still in the book pavilion of Neifeng, but because Ning Changjiu wants his teachers to be literate. , The time when the other disciples and him entered the book pavilion was staggered, and the meeting was just a quick glance.

Ning Changjiu never pays attention to the people around him, his expression is almost false, so when many people discuss in private, they think that he is to avoid his embarrassment on Tianku Peak, so he deliberately disguised himself. That's it.

The contents of the sword scriptures are mostly big and general things, which are used to look at the mind and become the atmosphere. It is not surprising that Ning Chang can read it for a long time.

Even his disciples closer to him would deliberately listen to what Ning Changjiu said to tell if there were any errors or omissions, but after listening for a while, they didn't find any obvious errors.

It's just curious to curious, they don't have much interest in this talented girl's senior.

After the morning class was over, the disciples got up and walked towards the Jianyuntai in the peak as usual.

Ning Changjiu finished his duties, spoke a few words softly with Ning Xiaoling, got up and walked towards Neifeng.

Lu Jiama hesitated for a moment, but walked forward and called to him.

"Wait." Lu Jia married.

"What's the matter?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Lu Jiajia asked: "What are you doing these days?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Cultivation~IndoMTL.com~Teach Ning Xiaoling to write, eh...talk to Lu Yuanbai?"

Lu Jiajia asked again: "What happened to your practice...how?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Not very good."

Lu Jiajia sighed: "Is there no progress in half a month?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I haven't found the crux of it yet."

Lu Jiajia asked: "Are you a little eye-catching?"

"Not yet." Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and said, "Thank you Miss Lu for your concern. Your disciples are still waiting for you."

Lu Jiajia gave him a deep look and said: "If something happens, you can ask Xiaoling to tell me, you don't have to stand alone."

Ning Changjiu's heart is slightly warm, and he is polite, smiling and saying: "Yes."

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"Master seems to be talking to the man named Ning Changjiu."

"It must be that he had said something wrong when he taught the sword scriptures to the younger sister. The master was kind, and he didn't wear them on the spot, so he admonished them afterwards."

"But it doesn't look like hey... the youth has a good temperament and demeanor. It's a shame to have a aptitude."

"Don't learn from Le Rou. The truth is about aptitude and appearance. Our elder brother Nan Cheng is not all beautiful, why bother to pity an outsider."

"Yes, Brother Nan Cheng doesn't know when he will leave the customs."

"Who knows this, but when Senior Brother Nan Cheng leaves the customs, maybe his cultivation level can be comparable to that of the big disciple Shou Xiaofeng."

"Is it so amazing..."

Several disciples talked in a low voice, and when Lu Jiajia turned around, they immediately dispersed in the direction of Yuntai Sword Field.

Ning Changjiu stood outside the peak for a while, watching the Yunshu Yunjuan on the Tianku Peak and the sound of the cold wind whistling through the gap. He remained silent for a long time, then his white clothes vibrated lightly and walked towards the inner peak.

The peak is quiet.

Ning Changjiu walked towards Shuge in the Neifeng as always.

Today, for some reason, Lu Yuanbai didn't stand outside as usual, waiting to laugh at himself. Ning Changjiu stopped outside the door and waited for a moment. Seeing that he was indeed not there, he walked into the book pavilion alone.

The old man called Master Yan Zhou by Lu Yuanbai is still lying on the long wooden table, and an ancient book is pressed on the ancient yellow robe. In the lower level, people have read countless books about the basics of practice.

Ning glanced at him for a long time, again with that strange feeling-as if he would die today, but he wouldn't die.

This feeling is very mysterious, and it is also one of the reasons why he insists on reading books every day. He wants to know when the old man will die.

Ning Changjiu withdrew his gaze and walked into the sea of ​​books. Today, he didn't look for the title of the book, but pulled out one after another with his instinct.

It's just that his instincts are not sensitive, these books are still common, and there is no way to provide him with any ideas.

Finally, when he was about to leave, he took out another copy.

"Innate Spiritual Communism"

The title of the ordinary book, he didn't expect too much, opened his eyes, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and gradually frowned.

He took this book to the side of the case, and he could hardly afford to read it carefully.

Only when he sat down, the aura that had been born in his heart faded away.

His thoughts were slightly confused, but he heard that Master Yan Zhou, who wanted to be silent, suddenly spoke to him.

"Why are you here so late today?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned, raised his head, and replied softly: "I'm late for the morning class with my junior sister."

The old man raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and slowly said: "You are not an inner disciple in this costume."

Ning Changjiu said: "Well, my younger sister is so talented, I have been able to live here because of her light."

The old man nodded and said: "Do you know who I am?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Lu Yuanbai told me that your name is Yan Zhou."

The old man Yan Zhou chuckled softly: "You kid don't like to pretend to be stupid. Before, many young people knew my identity and pretended not to know. Just as an ordinary old man in the bookstore, I was close to me and wanted Take this opportunity to find a chance."

Ning Changjiu said: "I am a leaking bamboo basket now, and I can't hold it if I ask for it. What's the use?"

Yan Zhou asked: "Since I know this, why do I still read so many books about Qihaiqiao Acupoints? Why? Do you want to change this body into the court with the power of the future?"

Ning Changjiu was puzzled: "How did the senior know that I was reading these books?"

Yan Zhou sneered and said, "I don’t have time to watch you. It’s just that I have been here for dozens of years. Every book here has an intimate connection with me. When there are a lot of people, I will pinch it. Cut this contact and save me trouble, but your kid praised me the other day. I can hear it from the bottom of my heart, so I should pay more attention to your eyes."

Ning Changjiu smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Unfortunately, it's fantastic."

The old man seemed to agree with this, and did not continue talking.

Ning Changjiu suddenly asked: "I heard that the predecessor lost the treasure of the mountain gate, so he was imprisoned here?"

Yan Zhou said lightly: "That kid Lu Yuanbai told you?"

Ning Changjiu was noncommittal.

"That kid is still the same, not doing serious practice all day, always caring about other people's trivial matters." Yan Zhou cursed, but he didn't avoid taboos, his slightly hoarse voice sneered: "This Tiankufeng, if so The old man wants to go, who can stop it?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Senior said that."

Yan Zhou's fingers gently rubbed the old book on his body, and sighed softly: "I don't want to go."

Ning Chang hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Why?"

Yan Zhou's pale brows gradually came together. There was a bit of unbearable pain in his expression. The old man seemed to be a bit older, and his voice hoarsely said: "I did lose a great treasure back then... It was a book, it seemed like a living thing, I chased it all the way to here, and then the book disappeared. I could vaguely sense that it was here, hiding from me, so I kept looking for it, but dozens of Years have passed, and I have not been able to find..."

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(First update)

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