Beyond the Divine States

Rather long bully body pressure, a little bit close to her face, but eyes always stare at her eyes, Lu married body can't help but gradually lean back.

Her bright heart of the sword was slightly flustered, and the light haze on her face had gradually turned to red. Under her slender curly eyelashes, her eyes looked like water with veins... The water was bright and bright, like the misty waves on the lake in late autumn.

She gently bit her lips, listening to the other party claiming to be master, and heard the word punishment, her heart beat faster.

Her friendship with Ning Changchang had been tacit for a long time. Now, they have crossed the line of life and death that they originally thought. After a long separation and reunion, the emotion in their hearts can not be eased by sitting together for a day or a cup of tea.

Lu Jiajia looks at his face. It's still pretty. It seems that he is still a teenager, but he is eight years older than him. In the past, he was still behind him, smiling and calling for his master. Now, not only is his role reversed, but he has also bullied himself

Now I think about it, his warm smile seemed to be unkind

Lu Jiajia wants to recover her cold heart of the sword, but when she gets too close to each other, she can vaguely hear each other's heartbeat - the heart rate seems to be the same, and the breath also seems to be the same. So deep in the heart of the sword, the ice and snow gradually spread over the two years begins to melt again, revealing the softness of the ice and snow.

Ning Changjiu gently pressed her shoulder, looked at the woman Sword Fairy in white, and asked again: "good student, do you understand?"

Lu Jiajia clenched her lower lip. She didn't adapt to this kind of condescending address. Her eyes turned sideways, and she flashed scenes in her mind, which were like the evening wind falling red. So the water in her eyes was more bright, and the jade body wrapped in white clothes was more soft. Her eyes were slightly drooping, and her nose tip gently hummed. Her proud temperament had not completely faded from her face, Soft red lips have been the first to compromise.

"Well... I see."

Lu Qijia opened her mouth gently, then closed her eyes and lay back. The straw mat on the ground touched the waistcoat, itching slightly.

She had already begun to imagine the later picture in her mind. She was not stupid about what Ning had said about Yin Yang Jiaotai and Dao Dao Jian. Naturally, she could understand it. But if these words were put on her body, she would never have imagined it. She felt a little shrinking in her heart, but her body was too pressed to move, so her slender legs tightened a lot.

But Lu never thought that what Ning Changjiu said meant literally

……

Ning Changjiu took her to the thatched cottage, handed her the sword and said, "come on, let me see your accomplishments in the past two years."

Lu's face is cold. She looks at Ning Changjiu's faint smile and can't help thinking of her previous thoughts. Her cool temperament is a little resentful, but the haze on her face hasn't completely faded.

She took the sword reluctantly and said, "yes, master."

Ning long standing on one side, watching Lu Jia grafted sword, went to an open space, holding the sword and standing, white clothes swaying in the night wind.

Ning Changjiu asked, "what happened to your orifices?"

Lu Qijia drew out her sword and said calmly, "the two orifices of yunqi and Baifu have been completely restored half a year ago, and the body of the sword has improved a lot."

Ning long nodded and said with a smile, "let's go."

Lu Jiajia is the immortal who is about to build the seventh floor of the purple court. She is just graceful, and her sword is crisscrossed to form a net.

After she nodded her head, she began to draw her sword.

The night light is like a waterfall made up of fireflies, shining on the Bank of the abyss, like a band of light passing through the sky, encircling the whole night, like a galaxy that has picked up the world. The Milky way shows Lu Jiajia's undulating figure with a sword, just like a night spirit. She is not like practicing sword, but more like singing and dancing. At the end of her hair, the green silk is full of stars, Like the most beautiful ink pen in the world.

When Lu Jiajia sees Ning Changchang's smiling face in the gap of Jianguang, her cold face dissolves again, and her mouth starts to stir up unconsciously.

Stars fade, light falls on her clothes, gently burst, and then disappear.

Lu married Yingying to pull the sword. It was beautiful.

Ning Changchang's smile is calm, but his heart has already stirred up a terrible wave. He is only 18 years old in this life, and his youth is inevitable. Now the woman he is dreaming of stands in front of him with a smile. All the poems written for meeting in the world are their footnotes. How can he stand on his own?

But Ning Changjiu still calmed the heart of Tao. He said with a smile: "it seems that my apprentice has been very slack in his practice in the past two years. Although the realm has risen, the changes of the sword moves are obviously unfamiliar. The changes between the auxiliary sword and the main sword are not even as good as when you live a long life."

Lu Jiajia was waiting for praise. Her face became colder when she heard Ning Changchang's words. She knew that Ning Changchang was telling the truth. In the past two years, she only wanted to increase her realm and get to the top of the five as soon as possible. She was not familiar with the polishing of sword moves. Therefore, her sword idea had reached the realm of her own will, but her sword moves were still ahead of the purple court.

But now such a scene, is it time to say this? It's a bit too bad!

Lu married angry, clear eyes in the star has become a sword light, slightly sharp.

Ning Changchang said, "what? Don't you agree with master's comments? "

Lu was not unreasonable. She said in a soft voice, "I will practice my sword skills hard in the future."

"Later?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile, "what about now?"

Lu's face was quiet, "huh? Now? I don't quite understand. "

Ning Changchang said: "as my favorite apprentice, you are naturally unqualified for your careless sword skills. Although I love my apprentice, I can't get rid of the punishment."

Lu took a deep breath. She knew that Ning Changjiu wanted to take the opportunity to polish away her pride... How could there be anyone who always thought of Fu's master? It's not like that.

She spread out her hand and said, "you can punish me."

Ning Changjiu gently pushed back her hand and said, "this is the hand holding the sword. I can't bear to fight."

Lu Qijia snorted and gently sent the sword back to the scabbard. She was dissatisfied and said, "what do you want?"

Ning Changjiu gently played with her soft hair and said, "when talking to my teacher, remember to use honorifics."

Lu Jia sighed, thinking that you had suffered so much on your first day back, I'll follow you. It's also a compensation for not being able to accompany you these years

She said softly, "how do you want to punish me, master?"

Ning long Wen Yan, looking at her gentle and submissive eyebrows, forced down the rising fire in her abdomen, pressed her hand that sent the sword back to the sheath, and then took her hand, gently pulled out the sword and put it into the soft ground.

"Well?" Lu Jiajia was a little puzzled. She didn't know what Ning would do for a long time. Then, her body trembled and she couldn't help crying. The world shook violently in front of her eyes. She couldn't help scolding: "what are you doing?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly took her hand and hugged her into his arms. Then he picked her up and went to the wall. Then he gently put it down. He untied the scabbard on her waist and weighed it in his hand. He pointed to the wall with a smile and said: "lie down."

Lu Jiajia's heart twitched slightly. She looked at Ning Changjiu's scabbard and thought about her back to him and her hands supporting the wall. She vaguely understood what she had learned. No matter how hard she was to calm down, her face became hot. She whispered: "you... Shifu, what are you going to do?"

"Nature is punishment." Ning long pretended to be strict.

Thinking of the shame, Lu's ears were red. She put down her dignity for a moment and begged: "I... I know my mistake. Master, please forgive me this time. I will practice sword diligently in the future."

Ning Long's words suddenly became more severe, with almost command like language: "lie down! Hands on the wall. "

His words made people feel that they couldn't refuse. Lu Jiajia's mood moved and she turned around unconsciously. Then she hesitated a little and leaned forward. The catkin like jade hand case was on the rough earth wall. She was still tied with a black belt around her waist. The belt tightened her waist tightly. The curve down the ridge line was like a fault, It's like the skirt's lower garment holds up the soft lines with great tension, and the convex curve has the beauty that no one can resist.

Ning took a deep breath for a long time. She held the scabbard in her right hand and pressed the slender waist of Lu Jiajia in her left hand, which made her waist more collapsed.

Ning Changchang said: "today, I will punish the apprentices who are slack in sword training."

Lu Jiajia's hand pressed on the wall, her nails fell slightly, her head hung, her hair covered her face. Although she couldn't see clearly behind her, she knew that she was now in a very shy posture. Listening to Ning Long's words, she subconsciously gave a slight hum. Then, the hum was covered by another voice and turned into a painful hum.

"Pa!"

The wooden scabbard is like a ruler. It falls down cleanly. The soft part of the scabbard is sunken. The soft lines tremble from the inside to the outside and radiate along the place where the scabbard falls.

Although Lu Jiajia was psychologically prepared, the shame of the pain suddenly hit her heart and burned her earlobe.

She immediately thought of the way she used to fight against the ruler in public for a long time... His hatred was too strong.

It's a few more continuous rings. Lu's jade legs are tight, and her hands holding the wall are even tighter. Fortunately, there are only two of them here. If people in the four peaks see this scene, they will break their hearts one by one.

"Apprentice, you are familiar with the rules and regulations of the school. How much should you punish for contradicting master and slacking in sword learning?" Ning long stopped for a while and asked.

Lu Jiajia felt the pain behind her. She was ashamed and confused. She would rather finish her sentence for a long time. Before she could answer, she was beaten again and said: "each one should be disciplined..."

Originally, she wanted to say less, but she was afraid that Ning Chang had deliberately set up a trap for herself, and that she would be convicted in the name of deceiving her teacher. So she said truthfully, "each of you will be disciplined 30 feet."

Sixty in all.

Ning long nodded gently, and then the crisp slapping sound and the shaking snow waves started from time to time in the night.

Pain and shame mingled with surging, the heart of Lu's sword could not be quiet for a moment, the master's shelf that she held up in those years was broken by a record, and she imagined Ning Changchang's appearance at the moment... He, he was eight years younger than himself, but he agreed to be eight years younger than himself

I must be ill... She blushed as if she had been drinking all night.

But the complex feelings mixed with pain are so familiar.

Yes, long before they left, at that time she was still the master on the surface. Ning Changjiu held her and beat her lightly. At that time, all the memories are like yesterday, which is her lingering dream, and a trace of emotion between them will be magnified infinitely in the future, including the beating.

Later in the night, she broke off the bamboo branch and beat herself according to the strength in her memory. She took the impressive beating as the anchor for fear that she would never come back for a long time, and then her memory would be diluted by time.

But she couldn't simulate that feeling all the time, and every time she looked back, she was also ashamed and annoyed, so she broke the dead branch and threw it out of the window.

Now it seems that many broken branches have piled up outside the window.

In fact... In fact, I have some expectations in my heart, right?

Now the feeling of long absence swept over again, together with his memory of the war with jiuying, the feeling of life and death is so strong, even after two years, it didn't lose half a point.

Originally, she just supported the wall with her hands. Later, her body gradually softened and her small white arm was put up. Ning Chang asked some shameful questions from time to time, and her answers turned into a groan.

Suddenly, the voice stopped. She thought it was the end of punishment. She was about to get up, but her body was picked up by Ning long.

The world fell in her eyes again.

Her face is down, her hair is down, and her abdomen is on something... She suddenly understands that now she is lying on her knees, and the hard wooden touch has changed into a hand. That damned hand is gradually dispersing the dignity of her teacher accumulated over the years, making her a clever and gentle apprentice.

The clear voice kept ringing.

"Are you wrong?" Ning long asked.

What's right or wrong? It's clearly what you want to do... Lu Jiajia knows this in her heart, but she was punished like this by a teenager eight years younger than herself. As a woman Sword Fairy, she is the most outstanding in both swordsmanship and realm. How can she stand on her own?

"I'm wrong..."

"Well

"Master, forgive me."

But the more she apologized, the worse she would rather be. In the crackling sound, Lu Jiajia was lying on her stomach. After a long time, the falling rain turned into a breeze passing over the hills, and the spring rain turned into the wind again.

Ning Changchang was also hard to hold on to himself. He picked up the graceful jade body of Meier's Apprentice on his knee and was about to ask for a kiss. However, Lu Jiajia gently pressed his chest and pushed him away.

The beauty of a woman's face is burning hot.

Ning long doubts a way: "hmm? I'm addicted to being beaten, and I want to contradict my master again? "

Lu said softly, "it's Midsummer now. The lotus flower in liantian town has opened. You said you wanted to take me to see it."

Ning long recalled the time more than two years ago, looked at her intoxicating eyes, said: "well, just right, I also have three stories to tell you."

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Ning long walked into the long lost liantian Town, where the night was so quiet. He and Lu Jiajia walked through the winding alleys, borrowed several jars of mellow wine from Zhang Qiyu's old house, and then went through the moonlight paved road with Lu Jiajia. They borrowed a lotus boat on the Bank of the lotus pond. They went into the water together by boat and rippled into the starry pond.

On the way here, Ning long cut a bamboo at will, cut it into a flute with a sword, put it on his lips and blow it at will.

The sound of the flute is long, so is the boat.

Lu Jia stood at the head of the bed, looking at the starry River, listening to the long sound of Xiao, and could not help recalling his own heart.

It was like a prophecy. He was his own master in the magic world. At that time, they often traveled in rivers and danced with Xiao. Yongran's melody was like a dream of farewell for many years.

"How old are you? In the morning, I look at Lu Yan and go to the Yangtze River and Huaihe River. I look at the morning glory, I feel like Yang Yue. I cry when I am sad, and I cry when I am at night. I don't know that I live, I don't know that I die... "

Lu Jiajia sings with the sound of Xiao. Her soft voice is like the same in the summer night wind. She lingers in the pool covered with water lilies with a dream she doesn't want to wake up for a long time.

The lotus boat is farther from the shore.

The sound of Xiao fades.

Tian Tian lotus leaves came from the boat with moist moisture.

Ning long looked at her back standing on the head of the boat, looking soft. He couldn't help joking: "why don't you sit next to me when you get married?"

Lu Jia turned around slightly and said, "are you happy to say that?"

At the moment, the soft and plump part under the sword clothes is still a red finger mark.

Looking at the pool water reflected by the stars, Lu Jiajia said softly, "I've heard about it since a long time ago. It's just that I seldom visited the mountains and waters for the succession meeting of the patriarch, so I just heard about the picturesque scenery, but I'm never the one in the picture."

Ning Changjiu looks at the lotus in the full pool. The last time he came here was two years ago. At that time, the younger martial sister was sitting beside him. He asks softly, "where's Xiaoling? Is she all right? "

Lu said regretfully, "you came back a little late. A month ago, Xiaoling was sent to the Middle Earth's Guling sect to practice. She waited for you for two years, but she didn't wait for you to come back."

Ning long silence for a while, Zhan Yan said with a smile: "life will always meet, the next time I go to see her in China, I think when we meet, Xiaoling has become a Sword Fairy."

Lu said with a smile, "miss Xiang'er has been waiting for you."

Ning long thought of the beautiful girl in the white skirt and the gorgeous girl in the black skirt. He was in a trance. He asked, "what's the state of Zhao Xiang'er now?"

"You don't have to remember her full name." Lu Qijia snorted softly and said: "more than half a year ago, she has entered the purple court, and her realm is rising very fast."

Ning long pondered for a moment, whispered: "that I come back to the matter, first hide from her for a while."

"Why?"

"I still have some problems in my cultivation. If I see her now, I'm afraid I'll be beaten again." Ning Changchang sighed and thought that if he didn't do good deeds for Jianling, he would go straight to Zhao state to see her tonight. He whispered: "now I'm your master, and my status is different. If I'm beaten by her again, I'm sure I'll be heartbroken."

Lu Jiajia chuckled: "master, you are afraid sometimes?"

Ning long looked at her beautiful face, eyes bent with smile, heart itching, the moon in the sky seems to be captured by her light.

"I dare to talk like this. It seems that I'm not good at discipline." Ning Changjiu said with a smile.

Lu Jiajia thought of the words that she threatened to smash her ass when she quarreled with Zhao xianger. Her heart was boiling hot and she said: "it's worthy of being a childhood sweetheart and a little husband and wife. What she thought and did is almost the same."

Ning Changjiu heard the rhyme of slight mockery from her words. He laughed, took her body and gently hugged her. Lu didn't dare to sit down, so he gently knelt in front of him and spread his snow-white dress on his body.

Ning Changchang said: "is there resentment in my heart?"

Seeing him pretending to be a fool, Lu said, "yes, I blame you for coming back too late. All the lotus flowers in this pool have fallen asleep. If it's day, it's beautiful here."

Ning Changjiu didn't like it and said, "if you want to get married, you can get married."

The power of time slowly spread out, shrouded in the lotus pond above.

Life is like this, need to take a woman's things to please another woman... Rather long use of time power, feel guilty to think.

Lu looked around.

The lotus seems to have forgotten the timing of the sun and the moon, but with the passage of the lotus boat, they gradually wake up.

Lotus root deep, fragrance around the body.

The stars are dazzled and drunk.

The blooming lotus plant embraces her.

The expectation of that year has come true at this moment. Lu doesn't know what to say. She just feels that the lake is full of snow lilies.

But she still took Ning Changjiu's hand and gently reprimanded: "don't use your power at random."

Rather long embrace her soft body, just way: "like it?"

"Well..." Lu's hair was light.

In the lingering lotus fragrance, those high lotus leaves are like umbrellas. Their figures are more and more blurred in the moonlight.

When it comes to love, Ning long looks at her jade immortal face. The beauty of her eyes and eyebrows and the soft fragrance of her lips are all upside down. Ning long presses her shoulder and kisses her gently. They close their eyes and touch the tip of their tongue to whisper.

Ning long bullied the body again and put the soft jade body of Lu's wife on the boat.

After kissing, Lu Jiajia seems to have been drained of all her strength, lying on the bed in white clothes, quietly looking at Ning Chang, her wet lips with a smile, and no longer struggling.

"I told you three stories." I'd rather say it for a long time.

"Well?" "What?" she asked softly

"Three fables. The first one... "Ning long hand picked up her waist," the first one is to steal the bell. "

Lu's marriage is not clear, so the jade belt on the hillside is like Xiarui gone by the wind.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Ning held her hand for a long time. As a result, she watched the slanting skirt of the sword being gently peeled off. Under the body of the sword, her skin was like the most beautiful jade in the world, but with a tender age.

After many years, since Ning Chang first saw her and took off her clothes to heal her wounds, the graceful body finally disappeared like a cloud, slowly revealing the undulating mountains behind, each line with a soul stirring beauty.

The jade belt in front of her body was also removed, and everything was just like the eight character evaluation of her in tianku peak, even more turbulent than he imagined.

Lu Jia pulled a lotus leaf and covered her cheek.

Then her ears were covered.

It's a cover, almost no effect, but the hot earlobe is antique like playing, it's Amber carving art, but soft as jade.

When Lu's mood fluctuated, Ning Changjiu began to steal the bell.

But where is the bell?

It's a jade clock that's upside down.

This jade bell is like a soft, greasy and smooth rare treasure. It is found in the lotus in the pond, so birds at night want to steal it and take it as their private property.

The little bell on the jade bell is pecked ceaselessly. The bright red bell looks like the red porcelain of the imperial kiln of Zhao state. It is small and exquisite, and is the only one in the world.

The little red porcelain bell trembled in the breeze, and then it was picked up and pulled by the restless little Finch, trying to take it away.

But the little bell is connected with the jade bell. How can it be stolen.

This "little thief bird" is obviously delusional.

But the little finch didn't want to give up, and kept pecking, and from time to time stretched out its tongue, as if to melt it.

Ears half covered, bell not stolen, but the mountains first, slender twist, the wind like a woman's hum ring, Ping broken like a beautiful woman's voice. When the wind blows, it seems as if the mountain rain is about to come, and the torrent of sauce is about to fall.

"The second story, the jade rabbit smashes the red medicine."

The little Finch, who failed to steal the bell, began to tell a second story.

The fog covering the other half of the mountains was gradually dispersed by the wind.

This place is not as proud as the front. Instead, it is narrow and flat, thin and moving. In the middle of the mountain, there is only a piece of grass growing in the middle. It is very delicate and soft. It is like an island, about to be lost in the wind and rain.

Lotus boat shaking, water ripple, the melting moon more and more broken, the flow of the glow, white dress all the water.

The prelude of this story is very long, like the wind coming from afar.

But there's always a time when stories start.

But Lu always feels that Ning has cheated himself for a long time. Which is the jade rabbit in the story? It's clearly the vigorous jade dragon roaming all over the world.

In the Guanghan palace, the jade rabbit, holding a jade hammer, gently rammed into the groove. In the groove was a red medicine with delicate petals.

This is the fairy flower in the sky, unfolding layer upon layer, blooming only once in a lifetime. So when the jade hammer was pounded in, it almost sent out the heavenly things. It crushed the flowers little by little and pounded them into bright red medicine juice. Some of them were stained on the jade hammer, and some of them poured out gently.

It blooms only once in its life and withers only once.

The jade rabbit pities its withering, hears its pain to chant, then the movement is more gentle and slow, only the red medicine has broken, the jade fat fragrant flow, this is the most beautiful youth in the world, who can bear not to pick its Jie?

So the speed of pounding medicine is also fast up, the flower seems to have been watered for ten thousand years, seemingly thin petals, juice constantly seeping out, trickling.

The second story has been finished unconsciously.

"The third story, if it doesn't make a sound, it will make a sound..." Ning Changjiu said in her ear.

Lu's marriage is difficult to understand. She can understand the first two stories, but what is the third one?

Soon, she understood.

It turned out that she was the one in the story.

This time, she became the fairy bird in the story, drinking ice and lying in snow for more than 20 years, and always kept silent. Today, when the second story reaches its climax, the fairy finch suddenly spreads its wings and hisses like an arrow, making a loud and high pitched sound, so the snow all over the mountain collapses with the sound and turns into a surging white wave.

In the medicine trough dug by Yutu, the clear spring is no longer a trickle, but a waterfall flowing through thousands of miles.

If you don't sing, you'll have to. It's a long song. It's as sad as a complaint.

On the other side, green silk also entered the water and went with the boat.

Ning long finished three stories with her.

This is a story she will never forget.

The jars of wine were broken down, and they began to drink. During the period, the wine was fragrant, and the warblers sang and the swallows danced several times, like the music of a prosperous Dynasty day and night.

On the lotus boat, they embrace and sleep.

In the world, only the quiet moonlight and stars shine on them and cover them with thin quilt.

In his dream, Lu Jiajia seems to be back in the heart of the devil. The sound of the flute is endless, and the spring breeze can't blow away.

She groped for her hand and took the flute she had been using for a long time.

But somehow, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

Ning long snorted, vaguely opened his eyes and looked at the drunken dream of Yi Ren, who was playing flute under the moon. His beautiful face was the dream he didn't want to wake up.

The fish under the water can hear the sound of the flute.

Fish dream suddenly broken, scattered into several ripples.

The lotus boat sailed away, full of clear dreams overwhelming the Milky way（ Thank you for the alliance leader Ning Changjiu, the master Feng Yunwu, the helmsman once blossoming and once new, the Dharma protector Mo CHENFENG and the four helmsman who have been greatly praised!!! Thank you for your support and encouragement! Moda ~)