Beyond the Divine States

Lu Jiajia's fingers are slightly bent, and the sword spirit Lingering between her fingers is like an electric wire. In the past, when she used to use the sword spirit, she had to wake up the sword spirit in her body like a celestial spirit. But now when she drew the virtual sword, the sound of the sword lingered in her heart, which shocked her body like an iron sword embryo, full of the sound of gold and stone.

Yan Feng stands up straight. He looks at the blood in his palm, and his eyes are full of incredible color. No matter what, he doesn't understand how Lu Jiajia uses her long life cultivation to cut this amazing sword.

Lu Jiajia looked at Yan Feng, who was extremely embarrassed. Her voice was cold: "do you want to continue to ask about the sword?"

Yan Feng's snow-white linen clothes were soaked with a lot of blood. The blood seeped through his fingers and kept dripping into the grass. He raised his head, looked overcast and said, "Lord Feng, you are a good swordsman, but I don't know how to compare with elder martial brother Yan Zhou."

Lu said calmly, "if it wasn't for the old love of martial uncle Yanzhou, according to the rules of the school, I would have executed you."

"Kill me? You've only been weaned a few days, and you dare to say such arrogant words. I'll discipline you for the dead old man! "

Yan Feng's fingers are tight, and his joints and meridians are clear. He still doesn't believe in evil. After a short period of preparation, the broad iron sword on his back comes out of the scabbard directly, dragging a heavy sword spirit to walk steadily. The fierce wind and waves rolled up by the sword spirit smash the floor technology of waifeng sword hall.

Yan Feng twisted his hands in front of him, his hair was dancing wildly, and his pupils were full of blood.

This sword has obviously been used with all its strength.

After a brief surprise, Lu's look calmed down. She was cold all over, and there was a faint light on her pure white sword dress - it was sword light.

In a choking sound, minglan sword came out of its sheath. When the long sword broke the sheath, it and her body gave out a clear cross sound. The long sword seemed to drag out countless white fog from the depth of the sheath. Yan Feng's heavy sword stabbed into the fog. When it went through the fog, the depth of the fog condensed a bright light.

It's the tip of a sword.

In the fog formed by the sword Qi, the two swords collided. The sharp sound of the sword was very harsh. People on the scene covered their ears one after another to stabilize their swords.

Bang!

The sword fog broke and the air exploded.

The shadow of a sword flew out of it and whirled outward. Yan Feng's pupil shrank and his face was shocked. He put his hands in front of him. The sword was trapped like a spiritual steel lock between his two palms. His body was also sliding against the sword and ploughed a long gully on the lawn outside the sword hall.

The sound of the sword dissipated slowly.

Lu's sword was still standing, and she didn't step back. There was no dust on her clothes like snow.

Ning Xiaoling, who was on one side of the scene, looked at the soft lines of her face, the faint tears at the corners of her eyes and the upright jade crown and silver hairpin.

The rest of the disciples present were as crazy as she was.

Outside the sword hall, Yan Feng, who has lost two swords in a row, shakes and stands upright. He grabs the handle of the big iron sword and sticks it on the ground to support his body.

All the light that fell on him in the world was like a sword, which made him feel hot pain and shame.

While Lu Jiajia walked out of the hall with a sword.

Yan Feng looked at her coming figure. In the bright sunlight, the white dress was like the last snowflake blown by the winter wind. His innate sword sense made him feel the bone chilling.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Feng stares at her and says, "no fighting in the peak. I'm your martial uncle! Do you want to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors? "

Lu Jiajia didn't say a word. She simply raised her hand. Then Yan Feng's scream rang out. His wrist was like a bone nail, and there were two blood holes.

Lu said: "I'll forgive you once for the sake of martial uncle Yan Zhou. I'll put you in the cold prison for three years."

Yan Feng stares at her. A moment ago, he sharpened his sword for ten years. How proud he was when he came here to test his frost blade. But how long after that, all his ten years' efforts were wasted. Although the little girl dare not kill herself, how long is it after three years?

He stared at the wedding and said, "for example, today there is no one in the cave peak except elder martial brother Ziting, and there is no elder with high level in the peak. If you are willing to put the overall situation first, let's make peace here. Today's event will not happen. I respect you as the leader of the peak and don't make trouble any more. How about that?"

The disciples outside the sword hall were filled with indignation and thought how could the old man be so shameless?

But what Yan Feng says is very tempting.

For example, today's cave peak is in decline, and there is no purple court in the two generations of disciples. That's why he dares to seize the position of the leader of the peak. Even if the other three peaks have opinions at that time, tianku peak has no successor and can only be managed by him.

It's just that he didn't expect that Lu's treasure was so deep... But no matter how gifted she is, it's hard for him to support tianku peak.

He stared at her and waited for her answer.

But Lu Jiajia had already taken the sword back to the scabbard and turned to leave, "and put it into the cold prison. When the Lord comes back, if he is to be held accountable, I will tell him."

Behind him, Yan Feng's angry cry came: "that old man has no eyes. He chose a girl who only cares about her mood to be the leader of the peak. Sooner or later, tianku peak will be destroyed in your hands... After three years, I want you to die!"

Ignoring this, Lu Jiajia takes Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling around the sword hall, up the stone road of tianku peak and towards the inner peak where the white clouds go deep.

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"Master is so powerful."

After waiting for the three people to travel far away, Ning Xiaoling raised her head and said with sincere admiration.

Lu Jiajia said with a slight smile: "the cultivation of Swords is about purity of mind. Although Yan Feng's realm is high, his mind is mixed and evil. How can he make a sword fast? In the future, with a bright heart, Xiaoling will be able to cultivate such pure sword spirit. "

Ning Xiaoling felt that everything Lu said was reasonable and nodded her head.

Ning Changjiu said, "master, I have been taught."

Lu Jiajia knows that he is dismantling his platform secretly. If he had not healed himself last night, she would have no capital to fight against Yan Feng.

She looked the same and said, "the sword test in early spring will be held in seven days. I have high hopes for you. Don't slack off."

Ning Changjiu also said: "younger martial sister, you need to refuel and make a big splash."

Ning Xiaoling asked, "what about elder martial brother? Won't you join us, elder martial brother? "

Ning Changchang said, "I'm not neifeng's disciple. Did it break the rules to participate in neifeng's sword test?"

Lu Jia pondered a little and said, "seven days later, when neifeng tries the sword, waifeng will also carry out the disciple assessment. If you pass the assessment, you can enter neifeng to practice. Seven days later, if you don't attend the sword test, you can go to waifeng to try. I'll arrange it for you."

Ning has neither promised nor refused for a long time.

Although he is 12 years later than his previous life, he believes that he can go higher and further in his life without the shackles of a small place. Apart from the cultivation of Taoism, other things were trivial matters, and he would not take them too seriously. He just said thanks to Lu

And walk up the mountain with her.

Ning Xiaoling has some complaints about her elder martial brother's apparent lack of initiative. She always thinks that it's not easy for her elder martial brother to move a stool to sit beside her every morning. Moreover, with her elder martial brother's ability, it should be easy to pass waifeng's examination.

Lu Qijia thought of something and asked, "Xiaoling, how are you doing with your elder martial brother?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised and hesitated: "Xiaoling is a dull genius. He has not learned much. So far, he has learned three or five hundred words."

Lu Jiajia asked with a smile: "three months to learn so much?"

Ning Xiaoling didn't know whether she was saying too much or too little, so she nodded in a desperate way.

"Is it because you don't study carefully or your elder martial brother doesn't teach well?" Lu asked

Ning Xiaoling lengthened the tune, uncertain: "it may be Xiaoling's problem, or it may be elder martial brother's problem."

Ning Changjiu also laughed and said, "Xiaoling is actually very good at learning. She has no problem in reading the classics. My younger martial sister is also a little scholar."

Ning Xiaoling's voice is as thin as a mosquito: "elder martial brother, don't want me."

Ning Changchang said: "my younger martial sister has learned almost all the Chinese characters. There's no need to delay. Although the realm Fengdu has given you is not vulgar, it's still weak and not reliable. You need to consolidate it yourself."

Unconvinced, Ning Xiaoling said: "elder martial brother cheated..."

Lu Jia rubbed her head and said, "I can read almost as well as I can, so I don't want to waste any more time on it."

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, and after a long time, she let out a sound.

Lu said, "but I'll allow you to accompany me for a long time in the morning class."

Ning Xiaoling was a little happy and said, "thank you, master."

When Ning Xiaoling lowers her head, Ning Changjiu and Lu Qijia look at each other intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Qijia quickly avoids them, but Ning Changjiu smiles. It seems that they have accomplished some conspiracy between them.

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Ning long returned to the long lost inner peak. He sat in front of the case, reached out and opened the window. The cold fog outside the window had cleared away, and the sky was clear and bright, only like a cloud floating by.

A month later, when he saw these familiar scenes again, his mood was completely different.

He folded his sleeves in front of him, holding a strange formula in his hand, and sat quietly. The wind came from the window and swept his delicate cheek, which made his soft facial lines more distinct and rigid. Gradually, his black hair was lifted by the wind, and at the same time, his skirt, eyelashes and any part of his body were quiet.

But the wind is still blowing, but the wind blowing through his body, like a phantom of nothingness, can not startle the slightest waves.

After a while, the wind blew his hair again, he opened his eyes, a little tired.

It's one of the not considerable formulas of this life. It's called "water moon in the mirror". It's the advanced level of Taoist secret rest technique, and it's also the only one of the not considerable formulas of the Fourth Avenue. Elder martial brother asked him to practice it.

In the past, he was constrained by his talent and couldn't exert it. Today, he tried again, but he can only enter this state for a short time, which is not very beneficial to the real battle.

He closed his eyes, meditated for a while, spread out a piece of paper, and listed all the Daoism and swordsmanship he remembered and practiced in his previous life.

Although he is very familiar with these wonderful Taoist methods, he has never practiced this body and can't form memory. Therefore, it still takes a lot of time to practice these things again.

He did not think about it for the time being. The most urgent task for him is to absorb spiritual power as soon as possible and seize the opportunity to break through the situation.

"I don't know what happened to that boy named Nancheng." Ning long thought of him, got up and walked toward the book Pavilion, intending to "care" about him.

In the corridor, Lu Yuanbai sat there as usual, drinking in boredom, but Lu Yuanbai didn't seem to have a good amount of alcohol, and he was drunk without two drinks.

Ning walked by him for a long time and joked, "Uncle Lu, you're so big."

Lu Yuanbai glared at him and said, "what do you know? Martial uncle just doesn't want to bring bad students to Fengzhong, so I often try it a little bit, so that when they come back from class, I can stop drinking as soon as possible. "

Ning long thumbs up: "is the younger generation think shallow."

Lu Yuanbai said: "you and I are very strange, when I don't know about you

Ning Changjiu laughed and said: "uncle often drinks. This is... Trapped by love?"

Lu Yuanbai's face stagnated. He shook the wine in the pot, smelled it, but he didn't seem to be in the mood of tasting it. He closed the lid, turned his head and looked at Ning Changjiu, and said, "where did you hear the gossip? If you are such a romantic character as martial uncle Lu, which woman do you like, you can't catch it easily? "

Ning Changchang is in a good mood recently. He rarely asks, "which female disciple of the peak is it that makes martial uncle so worried?"

Lu Yuanbai rolled up his sleeve and said angrily, "I think you are a younger generation with poor qualifications. I don't want to haggle with you. If you don't know what's good or what's bad, I won't sell Lu's face!"

Ning long looked at his face and said one by one, "shouxiao peak? Hanging sun peak? Huiyang... Oh, it's Huiyang peak. "

Lu Yuanbai was really angry. He thought that his expression was very tight, but the boy didn't know if he was cheating me, or he guessed right... In short, he cheated too much. He grabbed the scabbard around him and beat it. Ning long "surrounded by danger" escaped the sword. He waved goodbye to Lu Yuanbai with a smile and walked towards the library of neifeng.

Down the wooden steps, he came to the library.

Because the book Pavilion is too big, it is as cold as ever.

Old man Yan Zhou is still sleeping. Seeing Ning Changjiu recently, his eyelids slightly look up at him. Then he has no sorrow or happiness, and his look is dignified.

"Have you met a stranger?" Yan Zhou asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "when I meet the immortal in my dream, I wake up to find that my body and mind are radiant."

Yan Zhou looked at his body carefully. At the first glance, he found that the boy's bad constitution had suddenly improved. At this moment, the more he looked, the more frightened he felt.

Yan Zhou did not pursue the truth of his words, and said, "you are so lucky. Even if I look at it, I feel jealous."

Ning long light smile.

Yan Zhou asked, "do you have congenital spirit?"

Ning long nodded, but did not tell him what it was.

Yan Zhou sighed: "I am more and more curious about your origin."

Ning Changchang said, "my uncle doubted me?"

Yan Zhou looked at him with a smile and said, "it's a rare miracle in the world to repair the damaged spiritual pulse. Among the people I've met, your talent is at least ranked the top three. I once doubted whether you would be a disciple of Zitian Taoist school, but now it seems that if there is a disciple like you in Taoist school, you can't be released easily."

Ning Changchang said: "believe it or not, I'm just an ordinary disciple, and I have no malice to Yujian Tianzong."

Yan Zhou waved his hand, as if he didn't want to tangle on it. He said, "I don't have much time. I can't help worrying about the torrential flood after that... By the way, Yan Feng, what's the matter?"

Ning Changchang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that martial uncle Yanzhou had been living in shuge for a long time, and he got the news so soon.

Ning Changjiu truthfully recounted Lu Jiajia's words.

Yan Zhou sighed: "younger martial brother is headstrong. I knew this day would come."

Ning Changchang asked, "what do you think of my uncle?"

Yan Zhou looked at him with a rare serious look: "he is my younger martial brother and my own younger brother. I only have this younger brother..."

Ning long did not answer directly, but asked: "If today's peak, Lu married lost, how do you decide?"

Yan Zhou thought for a while, then laughed with self mockery, and said with emotion: "after living for nearly a hundred years, he is always tired by the world, and can't really live through. Maybe that's why I can't explore the main road for a long time. "

Ning Chang has nothing to say with him in this matter. If Yan Feng dares to do such a thing, he should bear the consequences. Lu's marriage is too soft hearted. If he is himself, how can he be so cheap?

Two people have no words, Yan Zhou lie down again, don't know is a dream is awake, rather long then go to the book Pavilion pretending to read.

He carelessly walked to a large bookshelf without any help. Now he could draw a small flying array to the hidden peak without the help of that book.

The aura around him was floating, his fingers were drawing, and the light points of his aura were connected together. After a moment of weightlessness, he was already in the hidden peak.

The aura in the hidden peak is several times more abundant than that outside. As soon as he comes in, the sea of Qi will open involuntarily, absorb the aura in the peak, and refine it into pure aura.

Ning long came to the cave where he had practiced before. With the burden of some future masters, he did not practice on his stomach as before. Instead, he meditated on his knees, meditated on his heart formula, circulated his spiritual pulse, and made his cultivation progress little by little.

Because he didn't need to teach Ning Xiaoling to read, he was a little late today.

Many of the stone walls of Yinfeng are made of special materials. It seems that you can feel the circulation of the sun and the moon outside, and then it quiets down a little bit.

Ning Changjiu gets up and pushes open the door of the cave. Instead of going to Nancheng first, he goes to the center of Yinfeng.

In the middle of the hidden peak, under the dragon column, there was a huge darkness that he was afraid of.

The last time he looked at the abyss, it seemed that there was an invisible hand in the abyss holding his sight, which suddenly sank, and his spirit also fell, and soon he would faint.

Now he opened his golden pupil again and cast his eyes to the bottom of the peak.

The golden pupil shines through that layer of gray and black fog. In the depth of the fog, the feeling of sticking to the line of sight falling is clear again.

He saw clearly that there were countless tentacle like snakes lurking in the gray black fog. They were surging in the wave like black fog, biting everything in the air, including the sight and consciousness.

Just this time, the snakes had a natural fear of his golden pupil. In his purple mansion, Jinwu screamed, as if eager to break through the purple mansion and devour the darkness at the bottom of the peak.

This emotion was forced down by him.

He could still feel something dangerous lurking at the bottom of the peak.

He turned and left to look for Nancheng.

The door of Nancheng cave is open. It seems that he knows that new year's Eve is over, and it's almost time for him to return to the peak, so he has been waiting for his arrival.

When Ning Changjiu went in, Nan Cheng just spit out a mouthful of turbid qi and completed today's practice. He opened his eyes and saw the figure in front of the door. He was surprised at first, and soon his surprise turned into joy. He said excitedly: "you've finally come, elder."

Ning looked at him for a long time and said happily, "your talent is good. It's very rare to cultivate Houtian sword in just two months."

If other people say that he has a good talent, he may not be happy, but these four words come from the young man in white in front of him, but he thinks they are rare praise.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I have some problems in this month's practice."

Ning Changjiu said, "speak."

Nan Cheng expresses his doubts about his practice one by one. Ning Changjiu listens to these problems, but his face doesn't change at all. He tells him the essentials and details of them without delay. Sometimes he is shocked, sometimes suddenly, and his admiration for Ning Changjiu is deeper.

"I can't understand these problems so clearly after I've finished my Tianjian body... I admire you very much." Nan Cheng said with emotion.

Ning Changchang thought that although he had never practiced, the fourth elder martial sister was a great master of this way. He just took the fourth elder martial sister's cultivation method as a template and added some of his own understanding to tell him.

Ning Changchang said: "there is something in common between Tao and Dharma in the world. After you have seen a lot and learned a lot, you will have the power of deduction."

South Chengwen speech, heartily convinced.

He couldn't help but think of one thing and exclaimed: "the spirit fruit left in the last jade medal is just enough for me to complete my next practice. This is what the elder had expected."

It's a coincidence that... Ning has been silent for a long time and nodded gently.

South Cheng admires a way: "elder generation is really the calculation of heaven and man."

It's not too early to think about it for a long time and ask: "now the lingguo in the jade card has just been used up?"

"Every year after the new year, the share of the jade medal will be filled again," Nancheng said

Rather than euphemism, he has already spread out his hand.

South Cheng slightly surprised, tentatively asked the guess in the heart: "what's wrong with the elder's body? It's reasonable to say that the elder has a profound way of doing things, and this spiritual effect should not be of great benefit. "

Ning long pretended to be dignified and said, "Heaven's secrets must not be revealed. You will understand later."

South Cheng did not dare to continue to ask, the jade card respectfully handed him.

Ning long took some miraculous fruits and put them in his cave for tomorrow's practice. Then he skillfully drew the array and returned to the book Pavilion.

Now it's dark, and all the disciples have gone back to the room to have a rest. It's very cold in the library. Ning long originally wanted to leave as usual, but he had a subtle feeling in his heart. He looked back and his pupils suddenly shrank. Yan Zhou holds a sword, holding a strange sword stand he has never seen before, and the tip of the iron sword is pointing at himself. The old man's killing intention is very real. There seems to be a strong iron wire between the sword tip and his heart. It seems that with a little force, he can instantly tear his heart. Ning long heart alarm, Lingli Fanyong, Jinwu ready to roar out of the purple house. But the sword didn't move any further. Yan Zhou kept the sword for a while, and then became the next sword move. He just didn't know whether he intended it or not. The murderous spirit of the sword tip always pointed to his heart. Ning long understood. He is practicing sword in his dream（ Thank you for your support ~)