Beyond the Divine States

When dusk came, the sun could not be seen in the gloomy sky. Turbid light penetrated from behind the rain and clouds. Raindrops wrapped the light, smashed on the eaves and splashed into misty fog.

Ning long sits under the eaves and window. There is a copper stove in front of him. The light in the stove is bright and dark, like breathing.

Ning long recalled what he had learned from the Scriptures in his dream. He took out the Jing Jing like a cocoon, and through the whole body, he sent out a roaring thunder in his body. In knowing the sea, he seemed to have tides rising and falling, and the undulating water surface was like a tension net, suppressing the huge things hidden under the water surface.

After the fourth week of operation, Ning Changchang began to have hallucinations. He felt that he was in the front of the copper stove for warming his hands, and was burned every inch of his skin by the charcoal fire. He watched his skin burn to carbon black. With the touch of his hand, the scorched skin and flesh would fall down. Then, the flame was like countless creeping maggots crawling into his body, Every inch of bone must be gnawed into dross.

"Town

Ning Chang's teeth bite the tip of his tongue, and the pain brings him a moment's soberness. He quickly withdraws from the previous state, gasps and looks at his still intact arm, breathes a sigh of relief, wipes his forehead, and finds that there is sweat on his forehead.

This is a sign that too much is better than too much when practicing Taoism. In folk parlance, it means "going crazy.".

Fortunately, Ning Changchang is not greedy. Whenever he cultivates to the exhaustion of the sea of knowledge, and something similar to demonic thoughts wants to breed in his mind, he can always respond in time and cut it off.

Ning Changchang calmed down and sat by the window for a while. The rain outside the window hit his face and hissed and evaporated after touching his skin. It turned into white fog. From behind, Siming saw that Ning Changchang's white clothes were covered with a rather mysterious cloud.

Ning Changchang was almost sure that the Scriptures in his dream were written by his master.

The contents recorded in this Scripture are quite ancient. Besides telling the history of mythology, many techniques of soul forging and body refining are introduced. They are similar to Shura shenlu, and they are even the source of Shura shenlu.

Ning Changchang once thought about a question, why people in the long life situation, after a heart demon robbery and thunder robbery, can enter into the different purple court situation.

After crossing the ninth floor, zitingjing got a chance to break through it and enter into a completely different mystery.

There are huge faults hidden in the two realms of Changming and Ziting, Ziting and Wudao. This kind of fault is discontinuous. It's like that from one jump to five, two three four are erased. How is this fault caused?

Ning Changchang originally thought that this was the established rule of heaven and earth, and there was no need to explain it. However, in the Scriptures in his dream and in the secret practice of ancient immortals, he was surprised to find that in ancient times, there seemed to be no boundary between them.

Their body is like a bucket made of bricks. Their practice is to pour water into it. While they work hard to pour water, they raise and thicken the bucket until they become a giant.

Why is there such a big difference between the past and the present?

I'd rather think for a long time than come up with an answer.

He looked back and saw that Siming was still practicing his sword.

Simang takes his body as a Dharma. He forms a small world in his body. When he practices Taoism, he often has clothes, silver hair, and even sword like feathers. He spreads out layer upon layer behind him, like a world of glass. Simang sits alone in it, aloof and aloof.

As if aware of Ning long eyes, Siming opened his eyes.

The light of the sword scattered behind him and became a light rain.

Siming asked curiously, "what are you practicing recently? Where did you learn the heresy? "

Ning Changjiu opened his mouth and said, "some of the memories of the school when I was a child, I straightened them out in the sea of knowledge. When I got a glimpse of the orifices of the school, I thought they were interesting, so I used them to practice."

Simang said coldly, "you are just... Well, how old are you?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "I'll be twenty soon."

"Well." Simang said, "it's a miracle that you can reach the peak of the purple court at your age. You don't have to be eager for quick success and instant benefit."

Ning Changjiu said, "I'm not in a hurry. I'm just trying to find a way."

"No need to quibble." Siming said with a smile, "I know that as a man, you are always in the limelight of me. Although you are free and easy on your face, you are uncomfortable in your heart. So you want to practice hard and really surpass me as soon as possible, right?"

Ning Changchang thought that he didn't seem to have lost

He looked at Siming's proud red lips and said with a smile, "I'm worried too much. My Lord, there is no match in the world. Unless I can sit on the throne of the kingdom of God, how can I surpass you? "

Si Ming said coldly, "I don't think you can do it either."

Ning Changjiu smiles. Looking at simang's face without any trace of years, he casually asks, "by the way, how old is Miss Si this year? I have a senior sister named si..."

Ning said for a long time, but felt that the atmosphere inside the room was cold.

Siming looked at himself coldly.

There was a sudden scream in the room.

Ning Changjiu was taught another lesson: you can't ask a woman's age casually.

Siming sat back on the bed, meditated and began to cultivate her mind. She said casually, "be careful of the golden winged Mirs."

"Well? Why? " Ning Changchang asked.

The envoys of the golden winged Mirs followed them, but they were just routine, nothing else, and they didn't know about the death of the fog demon king. Ning Changjiu originally thought that it was a game of planting blame, but the play seemed to stop after a gong, and there was no follow-up.

Simang said faintly, "it's nothing but intuition. In this world, the one who wants to kill you most is always your kind."

……

Time is quiet.

It's another night.

Ning long covered the door and window, and went to sleep on the inside of the bed. After simang went to the screen, he took off his robe and put on a cool and thin sleeping shirt. On the screen, there was light and shadow.

Siming changed into a thin white skirt with right lapel. The color was very plain, but it made her look more colorful.

She went to the edge of the bed, gently sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifted her long jade legs and put them on the couch. Then she reached out and grabbed a corner of the brocade quilt from Ning Changjiu's hand, pulled half of the quilt over and covered the graceful curve in the dark.

Ning long looked at the beauty close at hand and said curiously, "how do you want to sleep tonight? No more practice? "

Si Ming said: "sleep can make me feel at ease."

"Why?" Ning Changchang asked.

Simang said casually, "because I don't need to see you when I fall asleep."

Rather long silence for a moment, want to argue.

But simang said with a smile, "don't sell yourself if you get cheap."

Ning sighed for a long time and asked, "do you want to pull the red line?"

Si Ming said: "no, but if you dare to cross the border, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Ning Changjiu knew that she was a knife mouth and didn't want to open it. He just wanted to meet his own Xiao Xiang'er in his dream. He said casually, "I wish you a good dream."

Siming said, "you too."

……

……

Ning long dream, Zhao xianger has been sitting under the tree, seriously turned the book.

She glanced at Ning Changchang, then drew back her eyes.

Ning Changchang picks up a book from the grass, pats the grass sticking on it, and sits down beside Zhao xianger. Zhao xianger leans on his leg with the book. Ning Changchang looks at the girl's face lying on her knee and has no intention of reading.

Although the knowledge in the book is mysterious, it seems that it is not as good as the girl in front of us.

Breeze slowly, lingering fragrance between the nose, I do not know is the fragrance of flowers or girls.

The real world is rainy day after day, but the dream is not considerable, but the sunshine is dazzling, which makes him not adapt.

"Xianger." Ning long read the book, casually called a way: "your mother for you to make this marriage, asked you what you mean?"

Zhao xianger casually replied, "no, I was still young at that time. It was all about mother."

Ning Chang Chang asked, "why do you accept this marriage? Don't you feel disrespectful and angry? "

Zhao xianger moved away from the book that covered her pretty face, took a look at Ning Changchang, covered the book back, and said calmly, "I didn't know what I was doing at that time. I thought my husband was an interesting thing. Now I'm going to die of anger."

Ning Changjiu laughed and said, "you are too wild. It's good for you to be married to a Taoist temple for more than ten years."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao xianger's slow tone came from the back of the book. The book moved away. The girl's eyes were full of murderous. She said, "I'd rather be long. You don't want to be paranoid. I've only come to practice Taoism for two years. It's impossible to marry you. You have to get married. It's also a burden for us in the state of Zhao!"

Ning Changjiu said: "you've come here and you like it very much. Why do you want to go? Is it because of face? "

Zhao xianger said: "hum, what I like is the landscape here, but not you. Why can't I go? What's more, I have a great cause in Zhao's country. If you become a son-in-law, I won't treat you badly. It's better than being a Taoist priest. "

Ning Changchang said: "if I am a member of the family, I will be locked up in the deep palace courtyard. No one else will see me, and I will be bullied all my life."

"What? Do you still want to make trouble? " Zhao xianger thought of his "crime". His eyes were stern and he said, "I promise to let you be a burden. It's my marriage letter that respects my mother. Don't be unkind!"

Ning long tit for tat, "I'm willing to marry you, which can be regarded as a way to subdue demons. Can't you understand?"

"To subdue the devil with one's body?" Zhao Xiang'er threw the book away and said, "I think you are fighting again!"

Rather than compromise for a long time, thinking about what to do if you really become a husband?

He said, "your mother doesn't teach you manners, but your elder martial brother teaches you."

"Bah! I am the elder martial sister Zhao xianger said, waving his fist.

The grass is dusty.

The two men wrestled under the tree, arousing countless birds. They beat and kicked, and they were in a mess.

Ye Chan palace in the temple watching this scene, silent sigh.

She moved her mind.

Not considerable, suddenly appeared a woman with white clothes and ink hair.

Standing between the blue shepherd's purse and wheat, Lu Jiajia gazes at the undulating wheat waves and the ancient ridge of the house, and falls into meditation in the pleasant breeze.

She just fell asleep, immediately felt a friendly force calling herself, she floated along the moonlight, unconsciously placed in this.

Last night, the woman who told her story said that she still needed experience to make the heart of the sword perfect.

Is this your experience?

Looking at this Taoist temple, Lu Jiajia thought that there should be many troubles in the experience of demons... What could it be? Red tail? Nine babies? Qiu Yue? Or other monsters

Lu Jia thought so and nervously walked up the steps.

Heaven and earth are bright.

It's like a stage full of light. She's in it. Everything around her is plain, but there is always a sense of alienation.

She went into the view.

The fish in the release pool play with the light. With her coming, everything seems to be endowed with vitality. The fish jump out of the water, their tails swing, and the splashing sound becomes a song.

Looking forward, Lu Jiajia's ancient eaves are saturated with wind and frost. The front door of the hall is open, and there is no light in it. There are some unknown statues. Lu Jiajia walks between the halls, and the eaves seem to embrace her. She wears a jade crown on her head and an ancient sword on her waist.

After walking for a while, Lu Jiajia felt that there was a lot of immortality here, and there was not a bit of demonic atmosphere. This evil disaster was too mild.

She went straight on to the door of the last yard.

There was a faint sound in the door, as if someone were arguing.

Lu Jia's heart was filled with awe. He thought that he would finally kill the demon?

She opened the door with a heavy heart, and the scene of demons dancing came to her face.

The world fell silent.

Lu Jia looked at the front in amazement, and drew half of her sword.

In the grass under the big tree ahead, Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger are fighting on the grass. The flowers and plants are covered with Taoist robes. They look very sloppy. They also stopped fighting and looked at the "outsiders" in the Taoist temple.

Zhao xianger thought, I just wanted to fight Ning long enough that I don't even know Lu Jiajia. How did this person come into being... Is this dream too effective?

Ning Changchang was also surprised. He subconsciously said: "marry...", but then he thought that his position at the moment is 16 years old, so he didn't know her. He was afraid that he would wake up after drinking too much. Out of respect for his dream, he pretended to be stupid and said: "marry... There's someone in the family. Xianger, who is she?"

"..." Zhao xianger didn't want to pay attention to this fool.

Zhao xianger had no worries and said directly, "Miss Lu, why are you here?"

Ning long a Leng, thought how do you know? What a strange dream.

Lu didn't know how to explain it. She immediately realized that the young girl in front of her was her own demon. Although it was incredible, it seemed reasonable to think about it carefully!

But how to kill the demons? If she wants to wield her sword at them, even in her dream, she will not be able to do so.

Well... It's a real headache. You are the devil of the heart!

At this time, a voice came from the heart of the sword.

It's the voice of the fairy sister.

"A hundred swords are needed to fill the heart of the sword. For each rune, you can get five swords. When the heart of the sword is full, it is the day of the success of kendo."

Fairy woman's words curl like smoke.

Lu Jia nodded knowingly. Just as she wanted to ask what lingfu was, she felt the ripples of the regeneration of the heart of the sword.

"Ling Fuyi, become their elder martial sister, and let them study hard without any distraction."

Lu Jiajia understood that lingfu was probably the task given to her by the immortal woman.

Urge young girls to read... Isn't that what I did when I told jiantianzong? At that time, she gave lectures to her disciples every day. She also played in the hall with Ning Long's palm, which was very cool and dignified.

The task doesn't seem to be difficult. She has experience and confidence.

In Zhao xianger's and Ning's long surprised eyes, Lu Jiajia's face suddenly came down. She gently waved her sleeve and closed the door. It seemed that the wind of winter was lingering in her sleeve.

She looked at them and said coldly, "I want you to study here. What are you doing? Do you want me to stare at you before you are serious? "

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger look at each other.

What's the situation?

Isn't the book the master asked us to read? What does it have to do with marriage? Why does she appear in the dream?

"Don't you understand?" Lu said coldly.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger shake their heads together.

Lu said, "I am your elder martial sister. I will discipline you on behalf of my master."

Ning Changchang is not used to her tone. She can't help but think of her appearance in class. She thinks that if simang is a paper tiger, it's not even a paper tiger. The ferocity of her dress will be broken as soon as she pokes.

Zhao xianger was very obedient and said, "I also want to read books. This evil Taoist always annoys me and makes me not want to read."

Lu Jiajia turned to Ning Changjiu and said, "is there such a thing?"

She looked at the 16-year-old boy and found the feeling of lecturing.

Ning long retorted: "it's clearly her first hand."

Lu said: "well, let bygones be bygones. Next, I'll look at you. If you dare to fool around, don't blame me for moving out of the rules."

Ning Changjiu asked: "what is the gate regulation?"

For a moment, Lu's words stopped. She hesitated and repeated the rules of Yujian Tianzong.

Ning long silent smile, thought is worthy of being married, even in a dream, the brain is not so smart.

Forget it, just give her face.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger were taken to the wooden table in the yard and sat down face to face. Lu Jiajia stood in front of them and walked slowly, holding a ruler to the palm of his hand. He said, "study hard. You are not allowed to leave. If you dare to disobey your orders, my elder martial sister will serve you with a ruler!"

Things were smoother than she had imagined. After that, a voice rang out in the heart of the sword - lingfu came true.

The empty heart of the sword was filled with some.

Lu Jiajia was relieved that she didn't find it difficult to do this job. After growing up, these young girls were disrespectful to themselves one by one. It seemed that they wanted to show off their power by taking advantage of this dream.

Ning Changjiu is reading with Zhao xianger.

At first, they were all fascinated by the mystery of the book, but after all, their knowledge of the sea was limited, and they could not bear too much in a short time. Half an hour later, Ning long felt a little tired. He looked at Zhao xianger, who was still reading. Zhao xianger's eyes twinkled and looked tired. He just pretended.

Under the stone table, Ning long stretched out his leg and kicked Zhao Xiang'er.

Zhao xianger raised his eyebrows and stepped on his feet.

Better not admit defeat for a long time, and join the fight with the other foot.

Under the table, a fierce battle was imminent.

Lu Jiajia is not blind. She soon found out their little action. The ruler patted the table and said in a cold voice, "what are you doing?"

Zhao xianger said: "Lu... Elder martial sister Mingjian, it's his first leg."

Looking at Ning Changjiu, Lu Jiajia asked, "what do you have to say?"

Ning Changjiu watched Lu Qijia, intending to break her cold, and then snatched the ruler to zhenfugang. He got up and said, "I'm king with Miss Xiang'er. You're later to be married. You should be my younger martial sister. How can you be my elder martial sister? Still so fierce.... "

Because she was always forged by Ning for a long time, she was more or less afraid of her husband, but she felt that she could not lose her momentum. Just at this time, Jianxin ordered again, "the order is given, so that the restless disciples can know the strict rules in the view."

Lu said, "you can't forgive me for contradicting me in the court. Let's stretch out your hand."

Ning long not only did not extend, but also chose to resist.

But in his dream, he is not the rival of Lu. Lu's wife restrained him, relieved, and thought that fortunately, this demon was just annoying and not powerful, otherwise he would lose face again today.

She took Ning Changchang's hand and punished him with a ruler. Ning long dreamed of being sixteen.

The sound of beating the palm of one's hand came to Zhao xianger's ears, but it made her feel uncomfortable... It was clearly her husband who had to bully her. It was her husband who had to bully her. She was insulting me when she bullied her husband in front of her?

Thinking about this, Zhao xianger clapped his case and said, "no fighting! I won't read any more. "

The heart of the sword once again orders the talisman: appease Zhao xianger.

After thinking about it, Lu said, "OK, elder martial sister, make another rule! If you'd rather make mistakes for a long time, I'll give you the ruler and you'll punish him. But you must study hard, or you will lose this power. If xianger doesn't obey the rules, you can punish her, but don't violate the rules. "

Zhao xianger was silent for a moment. He sat down and said, "that's what you said."

I'd rather not fight Lu for a long time, so I have no opinion.

Ning Changjiu and Zhao xianger don't agree with each other. If they are punished by each other, they can't lift their heads all their lives. They don't allow this to happen.

Of course, the most important reason is that Lu's realm is far higher than theirs, and they dare not collide with each other.

Two people obediently read the book, sitting upright, do not give each other the opportunity to pick up the wrong.

Lu was relieved.

In the process of knowing the sea, lingfu has finished twice, and ten swords sink into the heart of the sword.

In a short time, the heart of the sword has been shaped by a fifth, and the efficiency is considerable. It is expected that the sword will reach the top.

Another hour has passed.

Ning and Zhao xianger are immersed in the world of books for a long time, but Lu Jiajia finds something wrong - if they are too obedient, their swords will not issue the order. Where can she get the sword?

But I've set my own rules. It's hard to change them. Can we say that... We should create some confusion on our own initiative, and then urge the heart of the sword to issue the order, so as to achieve the complete achievement of the heart of the sword more quickly? Lu's eyes narrowed. As the eldest martial sister, she began to destroy the discipline of Taoism. But... How to do it? Lu Qijia thought bitterly, and even wanted Ning Changjiu to help her. Just at this time, outside the courtyard, I suddenly thought of the knock. Dong Dong Dong. The three looked up and looked at each other. Lu Jia said: "you are good students, I go to open the door." Then she went around the tree and opened the gate. Lu Jia was stunned again“ You... What are you doing here? " Lu was puzzled. Outside the door, Siming's silver hair and black robe are quiet, independent and shining. She looked at her in the same consternation（ Thank you for your reward!! Thanks to the helmsman who was praised by heaven and earth! Thank you for 2315, the great Xia who was rewarded by fengyunwu! Thank you very much for your support and encouragement. I love you