Beyond the Divine States

Yan Zhou's sword move is very strange. At the moment, his left foot is on the ground, and the other foot is on the knee of this foot. His body is leaning back exaggeratedly, and his snow-white hair is drooping. He has no wine pot in his hand, but only a long sword. The sword is close to the face, and the sword body is slightly bent. The whole person is like an arch bridge.

This posture didn't last long. Yan Zhou's body suddenly straightened out, just like Luohan changing his movements in his sleep. As soon as he twisted his body, the skirt of his robe was like a knife cutting. With a brush, his whole body fell down. After a strange path, he held his sword in his arms. Although his body was tilted, his skirt was always a little away from the ground.

Ning long felt that this sword stake was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Then Yan Zhou touched the ground and released his hands.

Ning thought it was a new sword move for a long time. After pondering for a while, he found that the old man had really fallen asleep, and his murderous intention was like wine. The murderous sword intention linked to his heart seemed to never appear.

Ning long pondered for a while, and imitated his just action to set up the sword stake. However, he had no idea about the heart formula and the circulation of aura. Although the action could imitate several percent of the similarity, the essence and spirit of that kind of sword Qi were quite different.

He tried several times, then gave up, thinking that Yan Zhou would ask about it after he woke up.

He looked around and made sure there was no other difference. Then he went out to the library.

It's late at night. There are lights on the four walls of neifeng. There are occasional lights in each disciple's wing room. It's generally quiet.

Ning long walked back to the house and lit a lamp.

On the desk, there are also manuscripts that he taught Ning Xiaoling to read a month ago. He straightened out his hand and looked through the rice paper full of words. Recalling the little things of those days, he couldn't help smiling.

Rather than teach Ning Xiaoling to read, he can have more time to practice and live a quiet life, but this quiet life is full of loneliness.

He thought of Qingxiu for 24 years in his previous life, and laughed with self mockery. He thought that it was not suitable for people to enter the world. But he had been reincarnated for half a year, and he could not bear loneliness. He was totally different from his past self.

Or maybe today is the real self?

He didn't want to think deeply.

Ning long raised his head, the moon in the sky was covered by stratiform clouds, sketching a faint light at the edge of the late clouds.

All of a sudden, the evening clouds were torn apart by the sudden strong wind, and the bright moon appeared, which outlined a bright moon in front of the case.

On a whim, he took out the black iron branch from the pile of sundries and put it on the table to look at it. Suddenly he had a guess in his heart and murmured: "how can the toad palace win the laurel?"

……

Outside the main hall of the peak, the winter snow has not yet melted, and a slim and straight woman walks out of the dark hall. She holds a sword, has no hairpin and long hair, and her head is covered with green silk. She is rarely covered with a black robe, and her gentle and cool face is more tranquil by the black robe.

At the top of tianku peak, Lu Jiajia stands under the sword stars all over the sky. She looks at those silent sword stars, and suddenly there is sword light on her waist, like a clear spring flowing out.

The cloud covering the moon dissipates in a flash, and the moon falls without any cover, making the heaven and earth clear.

In the soft shadow of the moon, the light and shadow of the peak are dancing. Thousands of sword lights seem to be waving at the same time, such as the king's banquet in the court and the slender waist singing girls dancing together.

Thousands of uncertain lights rise and disappear in the moonlight, and the sword Qi turns into green water and flows into the sheath. All the sword Qi's triggering and ending are almost completed in an instant, which is almost unimaginable. At the edge of her sword dress, the flowing light is like substance, and every sword Qi that is pure like the moon light is a natural sword meaning.

She has a sword in her hand, as well as her body and mind.

The flow of her spirit power when she put out the sword even bypassed the orifices and acupoints that should have been the only way. Every sword came from her heart, and it was crisp and neat. The speed and the meaning of her sword were even more pure than when she was half walking in the purple court in the past.

She looked at the snow and moon in the night, at the distant mountains and wilderness, and it seemed that the heart of a sword full of spirit could mingle with all things.

After a long time, the light of the sword on the top of the mountain disappeared. She stood in the snow and the moon, but her sight could not catch her figure like a toad palace fairy princess, because she was not only the same body as the sword, but the same body as the sword.

She kept this state and went out towards the inner peak. Her lips were pursed from time to time. Her eyes under the eyelashes were struggling and flashing. It seemed that she was making some determination.

She knew that her sword spirit identity had not yet reached the true meaning.

Last night's Forging for the sword, in a sense, is just the beginning.

Her body and sword spirit have unconsciously entered a new world, and the tip of the iceberg in this world has made her amazing. If she thoroughly refined the sword spirit and turned it into a peerless weapon, how shocking would her sword be?

This was something she had never dared to think about in the past.

She painstakingly repressed her emotions, but the temptation still floated out of the lake from time to time, shaking her heart.

"Rather long... Who are you?"

She went to a place outside the entrance of neifeng, but suddenly stopped. The state of assimilation in all things was naturally relieved. The moonlight fell back on her again. Her sword clothes swayed and her jade looks like snow. She sighed. Finally, she turned and left. She went back to the main hall of neifeng, and lay down on the cold jade couch, letting her body lose its temperature.

……

In the morning, the sword hall opens again, and Ning Changjiu sits beside Ning Xiaoling as usual.

He closed his eyes for a while. He looked at the dark table and the ruler in front of the sword hall, and the ancient screen bookshelf. His eyes fell on the paintings on the black screen. When he first came to the sword hall, he felt what was hidden in the paintings on the three screens. Today, he felt more deeply.

Those paintings are all made by the same person, and there are some sword meanings hidden in the ink.

This is not a deliberate display of the meaning of the sword, but a natural expression of the painter because of his high level. In particular, the first picture of a wild man riding an elephant to kill a snake demon and the third picture of ten thousand swords flying off to kill nine big demons show a sharp sword spirit.

He can also recognize that the meaning of the sword is the same as that of the sword star.

Lu Jiajia came out of the door with silent steps, like snow blowing into the hall.

Ning long took back the line of sight on the screen and fell on her.

Because of years of Qingxiu, Lu Qijia has a cold and quiet temperament and doesn't eat fireworks. At the moment, his realm is higher and Zhong Ling's figure is more visible.

When the young girls in the sword hall saw her,

Then he unconsciously held his breath. It was not fear, but subconscious submission of the heart of the sword.

As always, Lu Qijia pulled the ruler, and the bell on the eaves outside the hall rang. No one was late today, and the morning class began as usual.

They first recited the sword Sutra. Ning long sat by Ning Xiaoling's side. After a while, she looked up and studied hard. She was very pleased. She also grabbed a book and pretended to read it.

Many of these books on the principles of swordsmanship are written from large and empty places, and the people who wrote them should have never been above the five principles. Therefore, they mostly speculate about the higher realm of swordsmanship. Many of the inferences are reasonable and well founded in the eyes of ordinary monks, but in his eyes, they are very striking fallacies.

In his view, there is no merit in such solid theories as "the sword comes out of sixteen orifices" and "the Qi of the sword is hidden in seclusion and comes out in brightness".

After reciting the sword Sutra, Lu Jiajia just explained to the disciples the origin of "the sword comes from sixteen orifices".

There are seventy-two orifices available for practice, among which the sixteen orifices are the most vigorous and fierce. Almost all the movements of the spirit power of the sword moves of Yujian Tianzong are carried out in the sixteen moves, and there is no way for them. The sword Qi of the sixteen orifices is sharp enough to cross ten feet, hundred feet, or even thousands of miles to kill demons.

When Lu Jiajia finished explaining this theory, the morning class ended. The children got up to salute and thank the master for his teaching. Then they got up one after another and walked towards the sword hall.

Lu's wife also walked out of the sword hall, and Ning followed for a long time.

Lu's steps stopped slightly and her voice was not happy: "what's the matter?"

Ning long asked softly, "why didn't you come last night?"

Lu Jia's eyebrows trembled. Her eyes twinkled and she looked around. Although some disciples cast strange eyes, no one could hear what he was saying.

Lu Jiajia immediately set up the sword field to do invisible isolation, and said: "I'm the Lord of the peak. I'm good at going to the disciple's room. What do you say?"

Ning long thought that he understood, tentatively asked: "I come to the main hall of the peak?"

Lu Jia looked a little embarrassed, "you don't have to worry so much about me."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "that's according to Miss Lu. Don't worry."

With that, Ning long walked towards the inner peak.

In Lu's heart, the voice of Miss Lu haunts her strangely... Miss Lu? What does he mean? Is the name of master and apprentice so unreliable?

Dressed in white, she disappeared in the corner of the eaves. Lu Qijia snorted and walked towards the sword field.

In the sword hall, Le Rou tries to ignore the annoying teenager who doesn't know what's bothering her. She always stares at her wonderful figure, holding her face and looking intoxicated.

Ning Xiaoling packed up her books and walked past her with her sword.

"Oh, wait a minute." Le Rou suddenly stops her.

Ning Xiaoling was a little surprised and asked, "what's the matter?"

Le Rou asked mysteriously, "younger martial sister, I heard that you are from Linhe City?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded.

Le Rou asked, "I heard that the city is already a ghost town. What happened inside? How did you get out?"

Ning Xiaoling thought about it and said, "there is a white boned Banshee who wants to destroy the whole city. Then my elder martial brother and I, as well as the emperor's elder sister of Zhao, work together to defeat the big Banshee."

Ning Xiaoling's concise words make her face excited when she hears Le Rou's words. Although she has killed some small undead since she practiced Taoism, the ghosts and ghosts that can't be found in the dark are broken when they are touched. It's really not challenging. Although there are legends about big demons everywhere, if they are implemented, she has never seen them.

Although Linhe City is remote, the whole city has been shrouded in darkness for a month. This incident is still very big. Many rumors spread and the evil gate is incomparable. As a party in Linhe City, Ning Xiaoling has aroused the interest of many people.

As soon as Le Roucai asked, many disciples in the room came to listen to Ning Xiaoling's story.

Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by the crowd, a little nervous. She looked at Le Rou's cheerful face, moistened her voice, and said: "the skull demon is said to be a monster differentiated from the remains of the southern wilderness abyss. She's a banshee. She looks like... "

"Evil spirits and evil spirits?"

"Very beautiful, very coquettish, just like the flower head in the attic." Ning Xiaoling said.

"It's like this... By the way, is the female emperor of Zhao with you? It's said that she is extremely beautiful. She is a rare beauty in the world. Is she a vain name or... "Yun Xuan interrupted.

"His highness Xiang'er should be much more beautiful than the rumor." Ning Xiaoling is a real channel.

"Is it really such a disaster? How about master

"..." Ning Xiaoling was submissive and said, "of course, master is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Yun Xuan was very satisfied with the answer and said, "what's good about Zhao Xiang'er? He's so obsessed with power. It's said that he has a fiance. He's not like our master. He devotes himself to Taoism and doesn't pollute the dust of the world. That's the real immortal!"

"..." Ning Xiaoling doesn't know whether to tell them. His elder martial brother is Zhao xianger's fiance.

Le Rou waved her hand and said, "don't make any noise. Listen to younger martial sister Xiao Ling tell us a story. I didn't expect that we've been practicing Taoism for so many years. We're not as knowledgeable as younger sister Xiao Ling in a month."

Ning Xiaoling hesitated and said, "go to Yuntai sword field first, or master will be angry if you are late."

After a month of domineering at home, Lerou was very slack in her sword practice. At this moment, she suddenly realized with a cry, "go to the sword field first, let's talk on the way."

"Ah... Well." Ning Xiaoling was pulled up by her and walked out of the door surrounded by all her disciples. She seemed to be a man of the moment in the peak.

As she walked along, Le Rou asked, "my younger martial sister, you should have gone up a lot in this month, right?"

Ning Xiaoling was afraid of hitting her too much and said, "it's up a little."

On weekdays, Lerou would be uncomfortable, but it's well known that Linhe City is a place where it's normal for Ning Xiaoling to survive. She doesn't pay much attention to it and continues to ask what happened in Linhe City at that time.

Ning Xiaoling was surrounded by everyone and her eyes focused on her face. She was a little nervous at first, but the experience of being the focus of the crowd gave her a little bit of confidence. She breathed steadily and talked about what happened in Linhe City at that time. She was afraid of scaring everyone, and she also lowered the fighting power of Mrs. Bai, but Rao was so, Many people still don't believe that there are such powerful monsters in the world.

To build the kingdom of God? How can a mythical thing like the kingdom of God be a mere demon

Can you build it?

But le Rou has some admiration for Mrs. Bai. She thinks that if she is not a villain, she should also be a powerful figure.

"By the way, Ning Changjiu... What did he do in the city?" Le Rou asked suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly hesitated. She was not sure what elder martial brother was thinking, whether to hide or

Seeing her look, Le Rou has taken the lead in helping her to make a final conclusion: "we all know that younger martial brother Ning's cultivation is mediocre, but it's not easy for him to survive in such a crisis. Of course, we won't laugh at him for this."

Ning Xiaoling didn't know what she thought of. She whispered and said, "yes, elder martial brother is the most useless."

……

Ning Changchang went to neifeng to practice as usual. He devoured and refined all the elixirs he took out yesterday. Out of curiosity, he went to the abyss of Yinfeng to have a distant look. Then he went to guide Nancheng to practice. Nancheng has good talent and perseverance. Ning Changchang is more satisfied with the disciple he accidentally received.

Before he finished collecting lingguo from the jade plate of Nancheng, he felt that he would insist on guiding him to practice.

At the end of the instruction, after Nancheng sincerely thanks, Ning Changjiu remembers something and puts out the strange sword stand he saw in Yanzhou's sleep last night. He asks, "have you ever seen such a sword move?"

Nan Cheng looked at it for a while, then shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before. Is it our patriarchal clan?"

Ning long shook his head and said nothing more.

At night, he went back to the book Pavilion again and found that Yan Zhou had put out a sword stand which was different from that of last night, but the sword stand was the same as that of last night, with a strange smell all over his body.

But when he put out these swords, he no longer seemed to be the old man at the end of his life, but exuded a decisive determination.

After setting up a few swords, Yan Zhou held his sword again and fell asleep.

Ning long wrote down these swords, left the book Pavilion and returned to the wing room.

He opened the door, eyes a flower, a shadow in front of a flash.

"Who?" Rather long quietly asked. A figure in black, who was about the same height as himself, stood in front of him and made a silent gesture. Ning Changjiu recognized her identity and said with a smile, "disciple Ning Changjiu paid a visit to master." Lu Qijia took off her hood, and the green silk came down. Her face was clear in the night. She looked at Ning Changjiu and pursed her soft red lips. It seemed that she had something in her heart, and her face was still struggling. She didn't know what her behavior should be now. Late night private meeting? She didn't move her face. She said softly, "where did you go before?" Ning Changchang said: "I walked casually in the peak... I didn't know you came so early, otherwise I would have come back earlier." Lu didn't ask. She took off her black robe and said in a low voice, "let's go." Ning Changchang said, "master, please go to bed." Lu Jia didn't know whether he meant or didn't mean to say this. She bit her lip and went to the bedside. Ning long wanted to light the lamp, but Lu Jiajia stopped him. She pursed her lips and silently removed her shoes and socks. Her tight and slender legs were on the bed. She pulled over the quilt and covered her pink feet like pearls. She whispered, "thank you." Ning Changjiu sat down behind her, rubbing her beautiful jade back with his fingers, looking for the position of cloud and white house. "Don't change it," Lu said“ Well“ Since it's a sword, it should be the same no matter where it is. " Lu said. Ning long felt reasonable and put her finger in the middle of her back. With a movement of thought, Jinwu flew out of the purple mansion, turned her fingers into golden fireworks, attached to her fingers, and poured the power of golden light into her back. Lu Qijia's body was suddenly tight, her bow like feet were tight, and her pearl like toes were fastened. She hummed to calm her mind. Her skin soon turned from cool to hot. She felt that her body was like a stove, and all her sword skills were put into the stove to remove impurities by repeated forging. Soon, her body has been out of the fine beads of sweat, Xu disordered green silk sticky in the slightly red cheek, like the clouds in the sky after the spring rain. Her slender and slightly curled eyelashes kept trembling. She felt that the place where Ningjiu's fingers stood behind her was like a hole cut. Countless flames poured into it. After entering her body, it suddenly changed into the temperature that burned her whole body. This temperature was not too hot, but it made her sword itch, and her breath was too fast. This strange feeling is also one of the reasons why she resists physical training in her heart. Fortunately, Ning long-term focus, not aware of her strange, just wholeheartedly control Jinwu, to burn her body with golden flame. Ning long closed his eyes, spread out his divine sense, and saw something similar to the sword embryo in her purple mansion on the sea of Qi. It was her sword spirit. The sword spirit is not a real spirit, but a rare constitution. People with this constitution have inherent control over all the places made of steel. Ning long tried to extend the golden flame there, but as soon as he touched the edge of the purple mansion, Lu Jiajia shuddered all over, and her ears were so red that they were about to burn. She immediately chided, "don't touch there!" Ning long took back the golden flame that touched the purple mansion and confirmed that the sword was much more fragile and soft than he imagined. Lu's heart, which had just been suddenly shocked, had not yet recovered, but her body suddenly tightened. At the moment, although her mind was a little fuzzy, she faintly felt that someone seemed to be standing outside the door? Outside the wing room, Ning Xiaoling, who has practiced the secret breathing skill of daomen, presses her hand on the door. She thinks that she can't come to play with her elder martial brother in the name of literacy in the future, and they will spend less and less time together. She is a little uneasy, thinking that she has learned a lot about her secret breathing skill, or steal to find her elder martial brother at night? The most important thing is that the elder martial brother gave her the key to the door before, but still hasn't wanted to go back. This is a clear hint! Ning Xiaoling is more convinced that she has seen through the elder martial brother's mind. She thought of these with secret joy, inserted the key and quietly opened the door（ Friendship tweet: "nine questions against immortals" nine questions between heaven and man, the way of immortality, the way of youth to heaven.)