Beyond the Divine States

"What did you say?" Lu married too much, cold eyes in the meaning of more Sheng.

Ning Changjiu touched her warm back and said seriously: "the sword clothes in Yinfeng are all made of Lingma Lingsi at the foot of the mountain. They are made of excellent materials. It's hard to cut the sword. They can also isolate water and fire. But today's refining is cumbersome. Almost half of the heat is blocked out of the clothes."

Seeing that he was serious in his words, Lu Jiajia seemed to be studying knowledge and was not easy to attack, so he seriously discussed the problem with him: "although the clothes of Lingsi are obstructed, I can now use my body as a sword. The fit between the sword spirit and my body is almost perfect, so there should be no need for more promotion."

Then she stretched out her hand, pinched the cuff with her fingers and gently lifted it back. Her white wrist was delicate and smooth, just like real jade, but with the firmness and elasticity of human skin. The meridians under the potential skin were very pale cyan, the crescent like nails were pearly, and the edge of the sword was cold.

In the subtle changes of her body, a wonderful human shaped weapon is slowly cast.

Ning long hold her fingertips, seriously look at a while, shaking his head: "I think it's not enough, far from enough."

Looking at his eyes, Lu Jiajia felt strange. She always felt that she was an artifact, and was being analyzed by him. She was calm. She gently pulled back her fingers and asked, "what do you see? Why do you say that? "

Ning Changchang said: "a porcelain from the earth embryo to the blue and white glaze, a sword from pig iron to snowflake steel pattern, when they are really cast, they are earth shaking changes, but on your body, I don't feel this change."

Lu Jia frowned and said, "I'm a man, not an object. Even if the sword is really perfect, what can it change?"

Ning long said a nonsense: "after the success of the know."

Lu said, "you and I are both teachers and disciples and friends of Taoism, but these things are out of the ordinary. I need to think about them."

Ning long nodded and said, "you decide for yourself. I respect you."

"Thank you," she sighed

Ning Changjiu smiles and says, "thank you for your kindness."

"..." Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, and said: "since the imperial city of Zhao, you have helped me countless times. Although I am your master in name, I have never really helped you. What do you think?"

Ning looked at her face for a long time and said, "I'm glad to see you and Xiaoling getting better every day. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in my self-cultivation. I like this feeling very much."

After all, he was the weakest disciple in the whole Taoist temple in the previous life. His elder martial brothers and sisters always watched him grow up. Although he longed to wait for a younger martial brother and younger martial sister, he finally closed the door for more than 20 years.

Lu Jiajia was a little strange when she heard this. She said coldly, "who is the master?"

Rather see her face is not good for a long time, discern interest way: "see Master adult."

Lu Jiajia listened to his hypocritical honorific and said coldly, "I'll send you back."

Lu's legs are stretched out, her sword skirt is down, and her slender and tight legs are as tender as bamboo shoots. Her movements lift up the fog on the cold bed, lingering in her snow-white sleeves, and are complicated. She seems to have never noticed such a scene, and she is a little preoccupied with some things. She is barefoot and has stepped on the floor tiles like water, The fire on the bronze lamp post in the main hall of the peak casts a layer of quiet color on everything.

Ning Changjiu said in a very low voice: "it's hard-working to drive me away after I finish everything."

She just vaguely heard what Ning long whispered. Seeing that he didn't move, she looked back and asked, "what's the matter?"

Ning long looked at her spotless back, thinking of the only side of the previous life and master.

He suddenly thought that life would be peaceful and happy if he could be an ordinary disciple and help the cold faced and kind-hearted Miss Lu to manage the clan together.

But he knows that he can't do it. It's just a place for him to restrain his wings. Sooner or later, he will leave and go to the illusory and unobservable building. Then he will meet the Supreme Master and solve the puzzles of the previous life.

There was a faint fear in his heart, but he also knew that it was his destiny that he could not escape. Sometimes he was even afraid to leave any emotion, because he had seen the sword in his memory and knew that being alone might be the end he would face.

In the past, he was so extraordinary that he broke through the purple court and entered the five ways at the age of 16. But against the background of his elder martial brothers and sisters, he always felt that he was an ordinary person. But in this life, he is really a lot more ordinary, with the usual seven emotions and six desires, with a life of heavy start again.

He often thought, what is not considerable but not considerable? It's the Taoist temple far away from the ends of the earth, or his past. He can't even remember his face. It seems that everything has become a secret after he leaves there. Only when he sees it again can he really remember it.

If that fateful hurricane also makes a comeback, can I bear it?

He thought of the sword again and felt that he could not take it even if he had been practicing Taoism for 500 years.

If he could, he would prefer to escape.

Ning long raised his head and looked at the loose snow shadow in the main hall of the peak. He was quiet for no reason. He also stepped down from the cold ice jade couch and came to her side and said, "let's go."

Lu didn't know what he thought of, but at this moment she looked at his face and felt that it was like an illusion that Baiju had gone through endless time, and the heat wave rolled up her cheek.

Without saying a word, she took him out of the hall.

In the bright moonlight, it was another ordinary night.

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In the morning class, Lu Jiajia stuffed a chair for him in the last corner of the sword hall. Ning Changjiu was still prosperous. He arrived at the sword hall before the bell rang.

He calmly sat on the chair and spread out his books, but instead of reciting the sword Sutra, he hung his head and closed his eyes.

"What did you do last night? So sleepy? "

After changing her seat, she was much closer to him. She looked back at Ning Changjiu and asked.

Ning long raised eyelid to see her one eye, serious way: "say to be afraid to frighten to death you."

Le Rou sneers and doesn't look back.

She is still judging whether Ning Changchang is a brother depending on his younger sister or a hidden means. In a word, his eyes are not good.

However, Xu Weiran and Yun Ze are under pressure. After all, Ning Xiaoling has brought too much surprise. Yesterday's sword test meeting has been talked about so far. Although Xu Weiran's defeat is not humiliating, his self-esteem has been greatly damaged. He stayed up all night and had to blame all this on unfair fate at the dawn of genius.

After reciting the sword Sutra, Lu married his disciples and gave lectures.

What she repeated was what Ning had taught her last night.

Ning Changchang looks at her with a smile. Although her eyes don't fall on Ning Changchang, she can keenly feel her smile. That kind of smile makes her slightly hot, but the temperature doesn't reflect on her cheek. On the surface, she is still a master who is as cold as an iceberg.

When Lu Jiajia finished the lecture, Ning Changjiu nodded his head to show his approval.

Lu's heart was even more helpless. She thought angrily that she would never ask him for advice.

Ning Xiaoling was angry and sad. During the whole morning class, she habitually said goodbye many times, but found that her elder martial brother was no longer around, which made her heart empty. She thought that she had a lot of whispers to say to her elder martial brother.

The scene of Lu's marriage is also in our eyes,

I feel pity in my heart and think whether I want to move Ning back for a long time.

After the morning class, there is Yuntai sword field.

Today's sky seems to have been blown all night wind, leaving no trace of a wisp of cloud, blue as transparent gems.

Ning Changjiu is a dual-purpose man. While listening to Lu Jiajia's explanation of the sword Sutra and dismantling the sword moves, he wanders around the sword field and practices Yan Zhou's treacherous sword moves with his divine sense.

He stood in the middle of the disciples, very humble, even if the disciples around him, a little attention will forget him.

Therefore, the addition of a new disciple in the sword field has little influence on the rest of the people. Those who originally guessed Ning Changchang's realm lost interest after seeing his bland sword for many times, and even thought of his thrilling and ecstatic appearance when he passed the neifeng examination.

Lu Jiajia did not criticize this half hearted disciple, but paid more attention to Ning Xiaoling and took her as an example.

In the afternoon, there was no restriction on the disciples. Some people went to the book pavilion to read the classics, while others continued to practice in the sword field.

Ning Xiaoling finally caught the chance, ran to the elder martial brother's side, and said with a sad face, "is master aiming at us?"

Ning long rubbed her head and said, "she's also in a dilemma. It's not good to break the hundred year rules for us."

Ning Xiaoling clenched her fist and said angrily, "elder martial brother, how can you always help master speak? You don't think about me at all."

Ning Changchang said, "I'll take you for a walk."

Ning Xiaoling immediately turned her worries into happiness and said: "last time, elder martial brother said that she would take me to see Xueying!"

Snow cherry grows in the mountain waist of tianku peak. It blooms at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Now it has become a brilliant color all over the mountains.

Ning long smiles and nods.

So Ning Xiaoling and her elder martial brother went to enjoy the flowers happily. She always felt that she wanted to tell her elder martial brother something, but in the fragrant mountain, she couldn't think of anything else. She just hoped that the time would go slower.

Another day in the twinkling of an eye.

Ning long returns to the room, goes to the Bogu shelf and takes down the seemingly ordinary porcelain vase.

He tilted his wrist slightly and tipped the vase over.

The soul, like invisible water, flows out little by little, and finally condenses into the appearance of the girl in plain clothes. Only because her soul is damaged, her body is smaller and looks very young.

A few days of warm care made her soul, which was on the verge of collapse, much more stable.

After she floated out of the bottle, she immediately curled up in a corner, looked around with fear, and said, "I don't like it here."

The sword of tiankufeng is magnificent, and she has a natural restraint on ghosts, which makes her feel like a thorn in the throat.

Ning long finger a little, the air splashed ripples, an invisible barrier like a vestment cover in her body, the girl's body just relaxed a little, she was afraid to stare at Ning long, like a little hedgehog ready to curl up at any time.

"What's your name?" Ning Changchang asked.

The little girl pondered for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't remember."

The power of Mengpo Decoction disintegrates many things.

Ning long thought for a while, said: "that is called Han Xiaosu."

The girl's impression of the name was acceptable, and she was not satisfied or disgusted. She just asked, "why is the surname Han?"

Ning long sighed and said, "I'll tell you later."

The little girl who changed her name to Han Xiaosu gave a weak voice.

After she got her name, she felt relieved for some reason. She looked up at the boy in white and asked, "what shall I do in the future?"

Ning long asked, "what will you do?"

Han Xiaosu is not sure: "I can't sing in the peak, can I?"

Ning Changchang was a little surprised. He thought that the little girl should have such professional ethics. She forgot so many things, but she didn't forget this.

Ning Changchang said: "I don't need it. This is the gate of the right path. Be careful that you will be caught by other disciples to take credit."

When Han Xiaosu heard the words "the gate of the right path", she was afraid again. She vaguely remembered that someone had told her that those who were connected with the right path were evil paths to take a detour.

Ning Changchang said, "you will practice in my room in the future. If you have any trouble, you will hide. If you are found, show him this."

Said, rather long handed over a hairpin, it is Lu married hairpin, he specially asked for her back, see things as see people.

Han Xiaosu moved over and took the hairpin. The girl was born to love beauty. She couldn't resist gold and silver jewelry. Once she held it in her hand, her fear disappeared a lot. She just thought that she was a soul now, and she couldn't form a hairpin at all. No matter how much jewelry she had, it didn't mean much to her.

So she turned the pinch into a grip, hoping to stab herself to death with a hairpin.

Ning stood up for a long time and said, "you can swallow the essence of the moon, and I'll come to see you later."

"Where are you going?" Han Xiaosu said nervously

Ning Changjiu said: "go out for a walk, and come back later."

Han Xiaosu looked at his face and said, "are you going to see a woman?"

Ning long breath a stagnation, he looked at Han Xiaosu at the moment a lot of younger cheek, feel oneself by such a little girl a word, very humiliating, the most important thing is that he also don't feel what barefoot.

Ning Changjiu asked in the spirit of being shameless: "how do you know?"

Han Xiaosu grinned cunningly and said, "because you just got up and cut your collar."

"Well? Have... "Ning long did not admit or deny, moved the topic, said:" don't be impatient to practice, first honestly swallow a few days of soul, stabilize the spirit is not disordered, I will tell you about the cultivation, after you learn, I will send you back to Linhe City. "

Han Xiaosu knows that now she is just a piece of Piaoping who can't remember anything. It's lucky that she can go around with the tide. Of course, she has no choice but to nod her head gently.

It's better to push the door for a long time.

The sky cave peak in the night is extremely calm, and the sound of the wind passing through the caves is also very far away, as if it came from another world.

He couldn't help thinking of Yin Feng.

Since that killing, he has a heartfelt resistance to Yinfeng, and he has no intention to go again. The long wind of aura has swept his cheek. He thinks about the marriage of Lu in his heart, and a flash of uneasiness is ignored by him.

In the main hall of the peak, Lu Jia sits with his clothes together, like a pure and holy white jade Avalokitesvara. His broad robes and sleeves cover his legs like clouds. The sword seal in his hand is like a lotus.

The gate was pushed open imperceptibly, and Ning long came to the main hall of the peak quietly.

Lu Jia's eyes full of spirit opened a line and looked at the comer.

They sat on Hanyu's bed with ease. First they said something about today. Then they sat back and forth. Ning long began to practice for her.

Lu Jiajia is the weakest and helpless moment when she is training her body. She doesn't like the feeling that her body can't be completely controlled by herself. She also has to be on guard against whether Ning will have a sudden bad taste for a long time and stir up her purple mansion. Therefore, she always purses her lips and focuses her attention.

And both of them can feel that today's practice has not achieved much.

It seems that Lu's refined body has really entered the world

In the bottleneck period, it is difficult to make a little breakthrough.

She knew her body well, and she felt that what Ning had said was reasonable. The sword clothes did block too much temperature, but she couldn't pass the barrier in her heart. She couldn't bare her back to a man.

Even if it's just pure practice.

She also complained about her pedantry. She thought that when she was fighting with old fox in Qifeng lake that day, when she was seriously injured and fell in his courtyard, she should have seen it almost the same. But at that time, she was in a coma after all, and she had to do it for a long time. It was quite different from today's situation. What's more, they are still masters and apprentices now.

So Lu Jiajia pretended not to be aware of the physical condition, and talked with Ning for a long time about some matters of practice.

Late at night, Lu said she wanted to send him back. Ning Changjiu said that it would be better to go back today.

"It's not safe for you to go to the inner peak." Lu Jia objected.

Ning long thought that if she saw a ghost of a girl in her room, wouldn't she be more insecure?

He declined Lu's kindness and joked: "don't worry, even if I'm caught, I won't give up my master."

Lu Jia ignored him.

The next half month was spent in such calm.

The godless month, which is called ghost festival by the people, will soon come. It is the replacement of the year of empty hunting and the year of sin king. It is not like the new year, and it does not abide by any human calendar.

In the past half a month, Lu's sword body had no further improvement. She also reproached herself and criticized her hypocrisy and lack of understanding.

Ning Changchang risked every day and went to the main hall of the peak to refine his body for himself, which not only wasted his spiritual power, but also delayed his practice. He was so good for himself, but he hesitated for some trivial things. They obviously took care of each other in the imperial city. In a sense, the two people who had met frankly did not say clearly, But they are all tacit. In this case, why can't we overcome the obstacles in our hearts?

This is not only delaying ourselves, but also others.

Lu Jiajia is calm and looks at the bright candlelight in the main hall of the peak. She feels that the hidden self-esteem is more and more ridiculous. She finally makes up her mind. Her slender knuckles are pressed on her rich collar. She sighs gently, and her slender eyelashes are hanging down to cover the beating eyes of the candlelight.

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At night, Ning long as always through no one's hidden peak, his hidden breath technique is more and more skillful, when crossing the peak, just like a silent ghost, don't send out any movement.

After half a month's killing, he didn't have any expectations for Lu's refined body. He just wanted to go to the main hall of the peak to sit down. In his last life, he was very disciplined, so now this kind of taboo against the rules of the gate can bring him some pleasure that he didn't want to admit.

But Ning Changchang doesn't know that there will be two big things waiting for him tonight.

The first event happened in the main hall of the peak. Ning long saw it soon.

As always, Lu Jiajia was sitting on the cold ice jade couch. Her dimples were like snow, and her long eyelashes were quietly covered. She didn't open her eyes until Ning Changjiu came. She didn't seem to be different.

Without waiting for Ning to speak for a long time, Lu's voice was cold and said, "let's start."

Her tone today was unusually flat.

Ning long caught this unusual silk. When he sat on the bed, and Lu Jia turned his back, Ning Long's breath was slightly stifled.

Then he found out that Lu's sword dress was on her back, and now her back was open, revealing her beautiful back, which was covered with a layer of spun yarn. After countless small white meshes, the exquisite butterfly bones and the soft and tension curves from the back to the waist became graceful and wonderful in the white yarn.

Ning long breath slowly eased down, he raised his hand, but did not point up, now it is for him to be a little more formal.

"What are you thinking?" Lu's marriage is light.

Ning long calm praise way: "teacher respect really beautiful."

Lu's mind fretted, thinking that he could not tell the truth like so much nonsense, he immediately said: "less nonsense, let's do it."

There was a kind of determination in the words.

Ning Changjiu listened and showed a little smile. He stretched out his finger and touched her back. The white gauze was still nothing. With a little effort of his finger, the tight skin sank down and gave a lot of resilience. Lu's butterfly bone tightened a little.

"Well

As soon as Jinwu appeared at his fingertips, Lu could not help humming.

After the temperature from her back had no barrier, she poured into her body at an unprecedented speed. She felt that her cold jade like body was burning in an instant, and the jade bed that had not melted for ten thousand years also had a lot of white fog, which covered the two figures.

Lu's fingers immediately covered and pressed her sandalwood mouth to avoid making a little noise.

But soon, the temperature seemed to melt her directly. She felt the sword in Zifu humming. She didn't know whether she was excited or afraid. Her body was constantly undulating. Sweat was oozing from her forehead. In the twinkling of an eye, she wanted to make Ning pause for a long time, but she didn't dare to leave her soft red lips for fear that she would utter a strange murmur as soon as she let go.

Ning Changjiu also felt the difference of Lu Jiajia. Similarly, he could see a little change in her body from the back covered by the gauze. Her whole body seemed to be changing into a real jade white color. The slender waist was tighter, and the curve of her body was more clear, as if a famous sword had been forged thousands of times, Lianlian water color is a beautiful sword body without any flaws. But at the moment, the two people who are immersed in pure cultivation don't know that the cold prison, which has been silent for a long time, has a big movement tonight. A stone wall broke, the sound did not have time to send out, then was blocked between the square inch. Out of it came a man with disorderly hair to his ankles. He was carrying an ancient sword, his feet off the ground, and slowly floated towards the hidden peak. The long lost wind in the cave lifted the man's hair, and the body wrapped in the ragged clothes looked like a woman, but the killing intention she sent out was so fierce that she could cut through the rock wall. She flew silently, covering her face with one hand, and did not dare to lift her long hair. The dark years in the cold prison made her face pale and miserable, and the ugly scar on it was more striking. She hated Yu Jian Tian Zong. She originally regretted that half a month ago, she could not break free from the shackles of the iron chain, or kill or be killed by the enemy, and ended her life without expectation. But fortunately, today's miraculous chance fell on her. A dark shadow like water into her prison, cut off her shackles, and gave her more strength than before. And the only condition for the shadow is to kill Lu Jia, who is now the Lord of the peak. Her people and sword have been thirsty for decades. Of course, the blood of the Lord of the peak is the best thing to quench the sword. She crossed the cave, and the bright moon lit up her body like a thunderbolt. Her heart suddenly grew fear, and then fear turned into self mockery. She laughed in the night sky, turned into a light cloud, and swept towards the direction of the main hall of the peak. No one found her trace（ PS: Thank you for your reward!! Thank you for your support and help! Thank you!)