Beyond the Divine States

The rain is heavy.

In the past, Lu Jiajia and Jing Yangxia's sword Qi burst out together. Every drop of rain was tinged with light sword spirit. They fell down with a crackle, covering the whole sword field. Above, the thick cloud like a huge loophole, slowly pressed down toward the bottom.

Jing Yangxia's clothes were wet by the rain, and then his snow-white linen clothes were soaked in the rain. Under his gray eyebrows, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crowded together, and it was hard to hide his old state.

Lu Jiajia also stands in the rain, but her skirt is not wet at all.

When the sound of rain roared in her ears, Lu Jiajia's right hand holding the sword suddenly raised and pushed the sword with her thumb.

At the moment when the sword came out of its sheath, the raindrops with the meaning of the sword suddenly stopped. At the next moment, they went against the sky as she pushed the sword out of its sheath.

This scene is like tens of thousands of soldiers arched, all the raindrops smashed into the sky together, the rising raindrops pulled into a slender rain line, and the falling raindrops collided with each other, and there was a sound of steel ball impact. The curtain of rain rolled down and the sword soared into the sky. The arrow like rain line converged into a white water curtain, just like a waterfall flowing backward, crashing into the clouds with a roar.

At the moment of the loud noise, the cloud was broken by the sword Qi.

A bunch of light fell down and shone on Lu's sword clothes. Her clothes and hair moved with the wind. The jade pendant on her waist rang and the scenery was warm.

This scene is bound to be widely spread after the rest of the disciples return home.

Or the fairy falls, or the God ascends to heaven.

Rather long look back, he looked at the woman bathed in the sun, for a long time did not move back to the line of sight.

No one here looks anywhere else.

Because of its loss of color, the sunset in early autumn because of its loss of brightness. The clouds in the sky are scattered by the sword Qi, and the rain will no longer fall. The sword Qi is like wisps of dandelion seeds.

A rainbow after the rain. Over the sword field, Lu Jia stands under the rainbow like a bridge, like a boat.

Many people have the idea that the sword immortal should not be born in the mortal world, and there is no one in the world to match him.

Ning has an impulse to cross the crowd and hold her.

But that way, his return to the peak should soon be introduced into Zhao xianger's ears.

But he went on.

Lu's marriage is still going back to jingyangxia.

She was also meticulous in her manners and could not find any fault.

"You used a little sword before." Jing Yangxia looked up at the clean clouds in the sky and asked.

Lu said calmly, "very much."

Jing Yangxia sighed. Knowing that she was comforting herself, she recalled that when she first entered the purple court, she pursued jiuying with a sword. She sighed: "Hanchi is not as good as you, and the former patriarch is not as good as you. In the future, your achievements may surpass those of Shizu."

"Posterity is respectable." Jing Yangxia sighed and returned a gift.

Behind him, thousands of swords were singing together. All the disciples were fighting swords and singing together. The sound became a soul stirring sword song, and the heart was shaking.

Lu married back.

At a glance, she saw Ning Long's figure on Yaping.

She originally wanted to smile at him without any trace, but her lips, like jade powder, froze a little, and her pupils became a kind of look: what do you want to do.

Ning Changjiu came to him.

Looking at his figure, Lu Jiajia felt nervous as if the fairy had been knocked down.

"Brother Zhang, where are you going?" He Guang looks at rather long abnormal behavior, the heart is born to doubt, just want to hold him, but the hand grasps empty.

Ninghua sword came to the field in a flash.

He hugged Lu Qijia and stuck to her body.

Lu Jia's body trembled and tried to push it away, but it seemed that she was too excited by the current to make her strength.

Ning Changchang learned the tone of those storytellers and said with a smile: "my apprentice is a handsome sword."

"What are you doing here?" Lu's wife was very embarrassed.

Ning long-term to her ear lobe side, gently ha tone, asked a what, and then Lu married heart completely confused, faltering, a word can't say.

The shouting stopped, and everyone was shocked by the scene. The white Sword Fairy was held by an unknown young man. They... Their chests were close to each other. Why didn't Lu fairy resist? This is some kind of soul soup.

He Guang couldn't say a word. He thought of Ning Changjiu's previous words... He turned the Phoenix upside down last night... Was that man... He Guang's heart trembled, and there seemed to be lightning in his eyes. When he saw Lu's marriage with the professional knowledge of Hehuan sect, he really vaguely captured some mature woman's charm. Could he... Could the fairy in the sky be picked

The idea didn't last long.

In the blink of an eye, the color of shock in his pupils became a brief loss.

The rest of the people present were like him.

Ning Changjiu suddenly appeared beside him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "brother he, what are you thinking about?"

"I don't remember." He Guang scratched his head and said with guilt, "maybe Lu Xianzi is too perfect. He was crazy for a while."

Rather long smile, he raised his head, just see Lu married intentionally or unintentionally to his stare.

Subconsciously, she wiped her face with the back of her hand. Before she had used time and power for a long time, she pecked her side face in full view of the public.

Although after time and power, only the two of them will remember it.

But in front of so many people, Lu still felt very ashamed, so she had to use the heart of her sword to suppress her thoughts, and walked across the rainbow across the sword field to the direction of the main hall of the peak.

The succession ceremony of the new patriarch was particularly prosperous.

The mountain and sea of people almost drown the top of tianku peak.

With the arrival of Lu Jiajia, the crowd separated from the road. She walked into the main hall of the peak, which was swept clean. The other three peaks' main swords followed closely. They worshipped the swords together and prayed for the protection of their ancestors.

Ning long drew back his sight and looked at he Guang, joking: "do you have a woman in your family?"

He Guangneng came with Zong. He must be outstanding among his disciples, but he said: "how dare you? If you have a woman you like, it's not heartbreaking to be assigned to another family at random?"

Ning Changchang thought deeply that ran said: "you random daughter-in-law, really... There are advantages and disadvantages."

He Guang sighed: "in fact, it's not a daughter-in-law, it's a couple who practice together. After returning to the world, they can still get married. Alas, if we want to make this rule by our grandmaster, we hope that before we grow up, we will be able to cultivate our morality and not think about other elder martial sisters. After all, most of the time, the end is always sad. "

Ning Changchang praised: "your grandmaster is really an immortal genius."

He Guang said angrily, "don't be sarcastic. We've known each other for two days, and we're kindred. Please point out to me which one of you is in the peak. I'll give you some comments and guidance."

Ning Changwei: "it's hard to say. My Taoist partner is very shy. You can teach me more about your secrets. I'll exchange them with you."

He Guang hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "did the nine day sword technique last time have the second half volume?"

Rather long smile nodded: "naturally there are."

So he Guang began to practice the orthodox way, while Ning Changjiu briefly stepped into the heresy

In the main hall of the peak, the succession ceremony of the patriarch has already begun.

The portraits and clothes of the ancestors were all split in the hall, and all the lights were lit, which made the dark hall bright.

All the disciples can only observe it from a distance outside the hall, and only the representatives of the sect can go in.

Ning Changjiu can draw a small flying array at any time to connect with the one in the main hall, but today is the big day for Lu to marry. I'd better not scare her.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, he understood the secret of Hehuan sect taught by he Guang, and looked at the distant clouds. Somehow, he always felt that after the thousands of clouds, there would be a silver moon jumping out of the sea.

In the hall at the moment, Lu Jiajia is half kneeling in front of the ancestor's statue, holding the sword in both hands, and reciting the oath to the Lord of sword Tianzong word by word.

Clear words sound like sword.

She finished the oath, slowly straightened up her body, there was no wind in the hall, but her dress was dancing.

The rest of the three peak masters folded their swords and bowed down. All the other disciples of the sword sect knelt down together, and the others were invited to salute one after another.

"See the Lord of the fourth generation of Yujian Tianzong."

Looking at the crowd that Qi Qi had prostrated, Lu Jiajia looked clear and calm.

Her heart is very nervous, Yu Guang from time to time to look at the direction of the small flying array, for fear that there suddenly drilled a person, if he dare to come again, then how can he also give him a sword.

Fortunately, everything is peaceful.

From then on, Lu Jiajia became the fourth generation leader of Yujian Tianzong.

And tianku peak has become the first of the four peaks.

The grand ceremony in southern Zhou gradually came to an end.

After that, Fengzhu hall became Zongzhu hall, while Lu Yuanbai was still Fengfeng Lord of tianku, and Lu Jiajia became the supreme patriarch of Sifeng.

That night, the Lord's door was knocked open again.

Lu Jia opens the door with a cold face.

Ning Changjiu stood outside the door and bowed: "disciple Ning Changjiu meets the Lord."

Lu married Bo angrily: "master, you don't have to give me this great gift."

Ning long followed Lu into the quiet palace.

Lu asked, "are you too presumptuous in the daytime?"

Ning Changjiu asked for credit and said, "at least I didn't make trouble with your succession ceremony. How can you thank Master?"

Lu said coldly, "do you want me to give my master a sword?"

Rather long fight relative way: "not as I reward my apprentice a sword?"

They looked at each other for a while, but Lu gave in first. She lightly went around the screen and sat on the cold jade bed. The rising chill made her skin snow like a jade man, and the loose skirt was a large lotus leaf.

Ning long sat down beside her: "will there be many trivial things when you become a patriarch?"

Lu said: "it's not true. On the contrary, it's much cleaner than when I was the leader of the peak. Anyway, the two years of Qingxiu in my thatched cottage have proved that there is no big difference between me and the four peaks now."

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "I'm a registered disciple. You're a registered patriarch. It's a good match."

"Where is the right match?" Lu said coldly

Rather long pick eyebrow way: "but we have bet about in the body, this just passed three days, married can not forget."

Lu Jia was silent for a moment and said, "what do you want?"

Ning Changjiu said, "let me check first. How is the task given to you finished?"

The fish slid under the lotus leaf.

Cold jade bed, several spirit Luo fruit from rather long palm roll down, rather long roughly count a few, a also many.

Lu's face couldn't see her emotion clearly, but she said faintly, "are you satisfied?"

"Well, let me give my apprentice a good reward." Ning has been closer for a long time.

Precious Lingluo fruits fall to the ground one by one. They knock on the ground and make a clear sound. On the cold jade bed, the lotus flowers are already scattered.

Ning long began to talk about the Yang Bing Yin teach, male and female phase must, ridge from the crown head, light reflection vertical application of yin and Yang wonderful principle.

Listening to Ning Chang's sermon, Lu Jiajia can't help singing and humming when she hears the wonderful things. All the meanings of yin and Yang seem to be reversed at this moment. The cold air around her seems to move like flames in a flash. Not only that, the scenery in the mirror, the paintings on the wall, the Luan and Phoenix in the ice and fire are all reversed.

What is Acacia? It's not the body close to the body, but the water milk of the blend of spirit. Chaimen hears the Dragon chant and opens with a small tap. Xianghuan is not a common way to laugh and play. It is like the cold of winter, like the sun of summer. It rises in the center, reaches the top of the head, and reaches the bottom of the heart. Until XiangLiu repeated, Lingqi intersection, qiaoxue Qiming, wanton spray thin.

Ning long said it with all his heart, but Lu married and listened to it with all his heart. And the way of the mouth is always transformed into the way of the body and mind.

It's just that there's repression in the hall.

"I heard that in the old days when the Middle Earth Taoist preached, it was like the sun hanging in the heart of heaven, with a lot of witty words and a lot of lotus flowers on the tongue. It was fascinating to say that the heaven was high and the earth was rich." Ning Changjiu suddenly opens his mouth.

"What's the answer?" Lu asked

Ning long took her to the outside of the hall.

Without the barrier of the main hall, the flow of yin and Yang is more clear. By the hot spring cliff, the night clouds are rolling. Lu Jiajia is eight years older than him, but when he is picked up, he seems to be pestering his little daughter.

They stood on the edge of the cliff.

For a long time, Ning felt that many uncultivated places in his Tao heart were glowing with color.

All the dharmas in the world are really accessible to each other, just like the scenery of the avenue.

He could clearly feel his blood, bones, muscles and orifices beating like a heart, and the running blood was roaring like a raging river. Those Taoist methods, which were combined by the first elder martial sister with a chestnut, were thoroughly integrated into the flesh and blood in a more exquisite appearance.

It was something he had never felt before.

Lu Qijia also has this feeling, but she has not yet understood the true formula, and her understanding of it is worse than Ning Changjiu.

Ning Changjiu suddenly felt that he was holding a Qin in his arms. He could clearly see every string. Those strings were like empty or empty, like real or not. They were made of yin and Yang. The mysterious meaning of the curtain of heaven and earth itself was like a finishing touch. Every time the strings were moved, there was no barrier, and they were moving thousands of miles in a flash. They are like the center of the world.

Ning long felt this unprecedented understanding of yin and Yang, trying to integrate them into the sword moves.

But Lu's admiration drew his thoughts back in a flash.

Ning long gently inhaled, pressed the strings in his arms, and pulled all the strings to the extreme in an instant.

Then Ning Changjiu held her and suddenly jumped off the high cliff of tianku peak.

Falling at high speed, the wind is whistling in my ears.

At this moment, the part of Yin was thrown high, reaching an unprecedented peak. The sound of the string cracked and hissed. Just like the ghost who has seen the light of the Buddha, he has lost all his reason. His spirit and body are like the trembling candle in the wind.

This is the last time in their true sense.

Near the bottom of the peak, Ning long Lingli urges them to land gently.

Lu Jia slipped to the ground, limping like mud.

Ning long to support the tree and stand, he stretched out his fingers, such as dip in ink like point of his eyebrows, put forward the Yin and yang two Qi, gently wipe a flower vine by the tree.

He cut it with a sword move, but he didn't hurt routeng at all. On the contrary, those flower buds closed at night are in full bloom like rain.

Looking at the changes there, Lu Jiajia thought of Ning's long-term words. After she gradually calmed down and gasped, she knelt down and said, "what's wrong with you?"

Ning Changjiu looked at the small and exquisite sword of yin and Yang between his fingers and said half jokingly, "I think I can go to Hehuan sect to be the leader."

Lu looked up at the summit, pursed her lips and said nothing.

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Since Lu Qijia became the patriarch, Sifeng has entered the most rare bustle and peace.

After Lu married back to the peak, he didn't take on any of the master's airs. Sometimes, instead, he would give lectures and give some advice on Kendo moves.

She instructs her disciples in the day, and Ning Changjiu guides her at night. In a short period of half a month, he Huan Zong's Taoism had been cultivated to a new level that outsiders thought should be the creation of heaven and earth. He refined all the aura again to make it more perfect and transparent. There were two illusory suns and moons hanging on the sea of Qi. The Golden Lotus, born of Shura shenlu, floated in the center of the sea of Qi and was nourished by Yin and Yang.

All the accumulated dark wounds in duanjie City healed at an incredible speed.

Of course, in the change here, Lu's marriage also contributed a lot. She is the best "Yin" in Hedao, even better than all the women since the beginning of Hehuan sect. After receiving Ning Chang's instruction, she also devoted herself to it, feeling the reversal of yin and Yang. Similarly, she saw a musical instrument in Ning Chang, which was different from her Guqin. What Ning Chang's "Yang" embodied was a white jade flute.

The cave peak is also a huge clarinet.

When Ning long stood on a high cliff, he often made a mountain peak as if it were a rock, which was integrated with tianku peak.

Year after year, quietly do not hear the sound.

This is the most difficult time for Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia to forget each other. The sound of the piano and flute at night makes their mood almost the same. Sometimes, when Ning was meditating for a long time, Lu Jiajia would suddenly hold him behind him, rub him close to his body, and interrupt his mysterious understanding. Ning was angry and helpless, so he had to use forging sword as a family punishment.

There are only two of them on the cliff of the main hall.

Ning often worries when she looks at the moon for a long time - the master can make the eldest martial sister find herself accurately. Will she also spy on me somewhere?

But he didn't want to think about it.

Even though the master has been courted by his elder sister, he still can't let go of his unforgettable sword with the explanation of "part of the plan". That kind of mustard and distrust can't be erased overnight.

As for the almost omniscient "evil" that the eldest martial sister said, he doesn't want to be distracted to find it now.

He wants to be the last Prince of the last month.

Gradually, the wind on the cliff no longer brings the dry heat of late summer and early autumn, but turns into the chilly.

Autumn is getting deep.

In a short time, the first snow will fall, and the four peaks will be white again.

On the snowy cliff beside the hot spring pool, Ning sits still for a long time. He feels the powerful spiritual power in his body and looks into the distance.

He has come to the fifth floor of the purple court.

After the lecture, Lu Jiajia returned to the palace and sat beside Ning Changjiu. There were mottled shadows on her canvas like skirt, and her dark hair leaked from the light. Her snow-white face was not as cool as it used to be, but with a touch of ruddy, as if she was changing from a peerless sword to a beautiful fairy.

It's a sign of getting back to basics.

As the elder martial sister said earlier, Lu's sword body is still missing. Ning Changjiu actually knows that the most difference between her and the fourth elder martial sister is killing.

The fourth elder martial sister's sword body is a way to kill and prove the truth. The demons who died under her weapons can accumulate into hills. Lu Jiajia can also go out to kill the demons and complete the sword body in life and death training.

But now, by chance, Lu Qijia has entered a completely opposite path of sword body, that is, to cultivate people first, and then to cultivate sword.

He couldn't decide which one was better, but he felt that Lu's marriage should be like this.

"There are still ten days left. Are you confident?" Lu asked.

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "are you doubting your husband?"

Lu Jiajia is not surprised by this title, but she never responds positively. She says, "I'm afraid you'll do a lot of tricks when you bully me. When you meet Zhao xianger, it's like meeting a nemesis. You'll be beaten on the ground and beg for mercy. Don't blame me for laughing at you."

Ning Changjiu joked: "you just wait to weigh with her sister, and then ask her to carry tea and water."

With a faint smile, she would not take it seriously. Looking at the changeable clouds in the sky, she suddenly said, "when you finish your three-year appointment, whether you win or lose, go back to the peak. Let's live with each other aboveboard. From then on, we will meditate and understand the Tao, plant flowers and collect herbs, experience the wonderful human relationship, and be a pair of immortals..."

Her words were calm and gentle, and she also looked at Ning long. Her long eyes were slightly narrowed, in which there was the reflection of Fei Hong. Rather long quietly looking at her, long lost consciousness. "These are the happiest three months of my life," he whispered Lu's eyes narrowed slightly. She was not as simple as before. Instead, she asked, "is Linhe the happiest month in your life?" Ning looked at the cunning in her eyes for a long time and thought that it was more and more difficult to fool her. He then plays to depend on a way: "you kiss husband gentleman once, husband gentleman tells you." Lu Jia blinked at him, some reluctant, but still pecked up. Touch and go. Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "how dare you cut corners? Do you want to go door to door again? " After another round of fighting and fighting, Lu Qijia straightened her messy and thin silk hair, looked at him seriously and said, "do you really want to go?" Ning Long's smile gradually faded away, he said: "if I can, I'd like to stay here all my life, and I'll never go out even if the sky is high and the sea is wide." "But you still have to go," Lu said softly I'd rather be silent for a long time. Lu asked, "are you hiding something from me?" Ning long looking at her eyes, her eyes are like the softest sword, but can always pierce the pain in his heart. Many things had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and no one told them. Those are big secrets. He hesitated to tell the lady beside his pillow. At this moment, he suddenly released a smile. What about the big secret? Lu Jia is heaven. Alone to bear a self righteous secret protection, but instead let her unable to erase that ray of light worry“ "Marry." Ning Changjiu suddenly called her name“ Well Lu's marriage is a good one. Ning Changjiu said, "today, I'll tell you another story." Lu Jia slightly lowered her head in shame. She looked at the cloud shrouded mountain peak and said softly, "don't... It's still day. It's not good in broad daylight. You'd better talk to me at night." Ning long stretched out his finger and tapped on her bright and clean forehead. He said with a smile: "what do you think all day long?" Lu Jia rubbed her forehead. Her slender and tight legs swayed slightly on the edge of the cliff. She was also ashamed of the idea that had come to her mind before“ What story are you going to tell? " Lu asked. Ning Changjiu raised his head and sighed: "I want to tell you... The boring life of a little Taoist."