Beyond the Divine States

There was no light leaking from the huge canopy above. The sky and clouds were gradually moving away. The sound of rain beside his ears replaced the sound of the stream. Ning Long's consciousness floated in the desolation for a while. He opened his eyes and woke up.

The eye is focused.

I don't know when I was sitting by the window, sitting in front of the drizzle. My long hair was not combed, and my robe had not been changed. My white cotton clothes reflected the shimmering light from the window, which blurred everything.

"Wake up so early?" I'd rather speak softly.

"Simang said:" you sleep not long, I wake up

Ning long frowned slightly, he touched his side... Well, there is still some warmth.

He couldn't help thinking of last night's dream.

Strange, how can you dream of simang? Is it just because she's afraid, or because she's sleeping by her side?

Ning Changjiu asked, "why don't you sleep?"

Siming said, "I can't sleep at night when I think of you. I get up to practice my sword."

Ning long felt that what she said was a little reasonable. He didn't ask. He just got up and leaned against the bed frame to breathe and sort out his thoughts.

In the early morning, the peak of Picchu was silent.

Ning Changjiu is still worried about last night's dream. He touches his back, which is also a cold sweat... Alas, why did the master let me have such a dream? Are you punishing yourself? Fortunately, he pretended to be stupid and muddled through.

He had doubted whether the dream would be true. After all, their temperament was too vivid. But the dialogue in the dream is still fresh in Ning's memory for a long time. In the mutual ridicule between Xiang'er and Siming, she points out the real identity of Siming. Not only that, she also looks like she knows the root and the bottom of Siming.

It is reasonable to say that xianger could not have known Siming.

Is it really my own fantasy

He stretched out. Clearly just wake up, he seems to have been fighting all night, physically and mentally tired.

He wasn't even sure whether it was a dream or a nightmare.

However, the appearance of marriage in the dream is really cool and dignified, just like the goddess carved by frost... Alas, it's a pity that marriage is not around at the moment.

In dreams, only knowledge is new. Rather than worry about it for a long time, he recalled the contents of the Scriptures. He meditated and adjusted his breath while reading them carefully. After clearing away the distractions, he began to practice seriously.

It's getting light.

When Ning Changjiu opened her eyes again, Siming had already put on the robe. She sat in front of the mirror and also recalled the dream of last night. She thought about many strange things in the dream. It was hard to distinguish them, and her mood became more and more complicated.

I have never met Zhao xianger. Why does she know me? How did Lu get so cold? How Ning Changjiu turned 16

Thoughts flying, rather long came to his own behind, took the comb, comb hair.

Her hair is very long and it takes a lot of time to comb it. As the wooden comb glides by, the silver hair looks like white snow melting into a stream. It's soft and silky, and the light is fainting slightly, which makes it fuzzy in the dim morning.

Simang withdrew his thoughts for a while.

She found it funny to think about her dreams.

What's the dream? It must be the means used by the demons to interfere with themselves! The more you think about it, the deeper you fall into it, and you fall into the trap of the devil.

In the mirror, they look at each other's faces.

Rather long want to ask what, but want to say and stop, do not know how to speak.

Siming also wanted to ask something, but he just sipped his lips lightly, as if hesitating how to ask.

The silver hair gradually gathered up.

Rather take a deep breath for a long time, he still wants to know the truth, he wants to find out about the dream.

"Miss Siming." Rather long words are serious.

Simang, who was in a complicated mood, fretted and said: "what do you do when you are shocked?"

Ning long looked at her face and asked, "I want to ask you a question. I hope you can answer me truthfully."

Si Ming frowned and said, "what do you want to ask?"

Ning Changchang felt that he was too serious, so he showed a little smile. He asked, "did you dream about me last night?"

"..." simang looked at his smile and felt that he didn't mean well. Hum, did he tease himself early in the morning? When I am someone! Siming replied coldly, "I did dream of you."

Ning Changjiu was slightly surprised and said carefully: "what did you dream of?"

Siming said: "I dream that you are tied to the God pillar. Lu Jiajia, Zhao xianger, Ning Xiaoling, Shao Xiaoli... They cut you into five parts with a knife, one for each."

It's creepy.

Besides, it was Siming's imagination that limited the dream

Ning long laughed and said, "it's a ridiculous dream."

Si Ming gave a cold hum.

Ning long combed her hair.

It seems that the dream is just a dream, or I think too much... Ning long put down the comb, looking out of the window, looking leisurely.

Then, as usual, they came to the foot of the mountain to monitor the ginseng puppet demons and observe the progress of Yulei refining. Ginseng fruit trees on one side have completely lost their vitality, and they are shaking in the cold wind, like dead tumors in thousands of flesh and blood.

There are different opinions about the death of the hundred faced Fox and the fog demon king, but the golden winged Mirs do not seem to turn the spearhead to them.

Everything is too quiet to be true.

Ning Changchang is still investigating the Kunlun incident while practicing. He and Siming visited many demon peaks in Wanyao City, but they couldn't get a clear answer. That little demon monkey seems to have really evaporated and never appeared again.

At the top of xiaoleiyin peak, Siming stands on the wet cliff and looks far away.

On the mountain peak, the wind was loud, the dark clouds were moving forward, and the wet air was filled with it.

"When the sage dies, people will come there." Simang pointed to a certain direction and said gently: "at that time, on these peaks, there will be a sea of silver like a tide, and the God will be like a Bodhisattva sitting in the sky. The God will be called to his command, and the God will be in front of the battle. The thunder will be rolling, and the murderous spirit will be in the sky. After that, 100000 God soldiers will fall like a flood, drowning thousands of demons, killing all living creatures, and leaving thousands of miles of corpses..."

Siming described the scene in her mind.

Ning long listened quietly. He looked at the open world and couldn't imagine what the scene would look like when it really happened.

Compared with the sin of ginseng fruit trees, it seems too naive.

Ning Changjiu asked, "what did you do when you were a God in the past?"

Simang recalled: "keep the sundial, the town of heaven rules, in charge of all things."

Ning Changjiu asked, "won't it be boring after a long time?"

Simang said: "the gods are pure-minded and have little desire. They don't realize the passage of time. It's like traveling in the world at this time. It's like spending time with you. What's more, it's hard for you to understand the pleasure of the divine officials. "

"Such ah..." rather long mouth echoed, but the heart thought, do gods have to castrate their own desire, in order to make the long years not lonely?

This is not another kind of loneliness?

They came to xiaoleiyinfeng. Beyond the pavilion, into the city gate, in front of you will have bright Buddha light, purple and gold gas.

Yaosheng worshipped on xiaoleiyinfeng has a very long yellow eyebrow. He wears a cassock and gold armor, holds a Zen stick and a mace, and sits down in awe, looking at the perfection of both literature and martial arts.

There are not many other classics on this peak, but they sell a lot. Ning Changchang and Siming visited several bookstores. Siming didn't dare to be interested in those grand scriptures. Instead, he looked for some miscellaneous books in the corner and turned them over. Ning Changchang glanced at them, like duiyun and shenlv Qimeng.

Ning long puzzled, thinking how simang would be interested in this kind of book

Deep in the city of ten thousand demons.

Golden winged Mirs are also meditating.

He is wearing a golden feather and a red crow mask. His long gray hair is exploding behind the mask. Under the golden feather, the dark golden lock armor is looming. His folded and ancient sword like wings are huge, so his body doesn't look so big. But the image of his meditation is not bitter Zen, but sharp.

He meditated on the stone altar, and by his side, flames were burning. Those flames turned into the shapes of all kinds of finches. They looked painful, struggling in the flames, and they made a miserable and illusory sound.

What the golden winged Mirs run is the formula of ten thousand demons.

Its formula of ten thousand demons is different from the common formula of ten thousand demons handed down by saints.

It combines its own skill of swallowing the sky and swallowing the earth. As long as it swallows other monsters, it can take the other's magical power as its own.

But that kind of monster must also be of the same origin, otherwise it will be greatly backfired.

When golden winged Dapeng first met jiulingyuansheng, he once regarded him as a confidant and discussed with him the method of swallowing. There are nine jiulingyuansheng. Compared with himself, his method of swallowing heaven and spitting earth is superior. Except for the gluttonous beasts in ancient times, no one can match them under the kingdom of God.

It's a pity that the nine spirits Yuan Sheng didn't know what he was mad about, so he gave up the method of swallowing and practiced like the ascetic monk. What's the difference between this and the stone lion at the gate?

Thousands of finches flapping their wings, with his grand Jinpeng method to flow, into pieces of gold feathers, attached to it.

In front of him is a huge stone statue.

The shape of the stone statue is like a big bow. The big bow is usually buried in the ground, and half of it is exposed. The old traces of the rock on it are mottled. It seems that it has gone through many years of wind and rain, but it does not fall off.

A great bow has no strings.

The golden winged Mirs show their Dharma body and shine brilliantly.

The sharp claws of the Dharma body are placed on the bow body, holding it tightly. The roaring sound of lightning and thunder suddenly starts, sweeping the whole mountain. The clouds are raging, and the sudden rain seems to fall at any time, submerging the whole mountain.

Golden winged Mirs holding a long bow, golden pupil burning red fire, it used up all the strength, want to uproot it.

The stone bow trembled and stood still.

The law phase of the golden winged Mirs has a fine crack.

"... cough." After a long time, the golden winged Mirs released his hand, covered his chest and coughed up a big mouthful of blood. He was unwilling to say to himself: "still can't..."

Why can the stone lion of Jiuling Yuansheng be pulled out, but not by himself?

Is my way out of the way?

no impossible! Must be ten thousand demon formula is not complete... The rank of these demon birds is too low

Sparrow

Only the real god bird can complete the ten thousand demon formula!

He wants to become the ancestor of ten thousand demons, swallow up the mountains and seas, swallow up the sky, swallow the rosefinch into his stomach, and then refine himself as the true Buddha, hide the world, and reach the supreme realm that I am the universe and the universe is me!

The golden winged Mirs kept panting. He covered his chest and slowly closed his red and golden pupil, as if he had finally made up his mind.

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On the way between Jiange and gulingzong, Liu junzhuo, a black-and-white sword skirt, looks like frost. She steps on a flying sword and walks in the sky.

The sword under her feet can be willow leaves, thin ice, river water or invisible wind.

This is the magic power to control all things for the sword, which is beyond the realm of most sword practitioners.

But she won't be proud.

Because she lost her real sword.

At this moment, all the way south, across the mountains and sea, she is to find her sword back.

The local conditions and landforms are changing under our feet, and the ancient lingzong is finally approaching.

After a night's rest, she will start tomorrow morning and arrive before evening.

I hope the process of taking the sword can be smooth, and don't give the sword Pavilion any more humiliation... I don't know if the Siming, the fourth in the world of the ancient lingzong, is as powerful as the rumor.

At this moment, in the ancient lingzong, Lu Jiajia alone guarded the huge clan gate.

In the daytime, she is still practicing at the edge of the waterfall pool, with no distractions. In her spare time, she is more and more looking forward to the arrival of the night. Those sounds and smiles may be illusory, but the warmth and warmth in her heart is real.

She recalled the picture in the dream, always can't help but smile gently, no arrogant look.

I don't know how many days such a dream can last.

She looked at the distance quietly by the window.

The sun goes down in the west, and the darkness fills the world in the evening mist.

Ning Xiaoling jumped in from the window and wagged her tail carefree.

Since the elder martial brother left, she has occupied the master and made a bed with her every day. She is very soft and happy, but does not think about her elder martial brother.

Holding Ning Xiaoling in her arms, Lu Jiajia took the basin and helped her wash her dirty paws. She said with a smile, "if you go crazy like this every day, you will really become a wild fox."

Ning Xiaoling rubbed master with a smile and said, "didn't master be a big fox for a while?"

After a moment of calm, Ning Xiaoling screamed. She was lying on the ground, covering her head with her small claws, and said, "master, you never beat young chestnut before. Are you bothering young chestnut?"

Lu took back her hand, thinking that she should have played skillfully in her dream.

She gently patted Ning Xiaoling's head and said, "well, go to sleep after washing."

"Master has been sleeping so early these days." Ning Xiaoling road.

Lu said calmly, "well, it's just too tired to practice sword in the daytime."

Ning Xiaoling was not suspicious. She stepped on the towel with her little paws. After wiping it clean, she got into the bed and curled up, covering her body with a cloud like tail.

In her dream, Ning Xiaoling came to a field where the wheat was green. She instinctively plunged into it and ran happily, oblivious to the passage of time.

Lu Jia once again appeared in the small courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Not long after, Zhao xianger, Ning Changjiu and Siming came one after another.

Lu Jia stood in front of the stone table and put on a cold shelf. They were allowed to sit down only after they had called the elder sister master one by one.

Zhao xianger found that Siming and Ning Changjiu came almost at the same time, which made her a little uncomfortable.

"Sister Siming, meet again." Zhao xianger looked at Siming and began to laugh.

Si Ming Leng snorted and glanced at her one eye, sat down beside Ning Changjiu and said: "yes, long time no see."

Dissatisfied with her attitude, Zhao xianger said, "if you don't salute your elder martial sister when you meet her, what's your heart?"

Simang said, "you have been reduced to three disciples now."

"So what? A higher level will crush you. " Zhao xianger put his hands around his chest and said with pride, "Guanzhong is a strict class, and disciples should be more polite. If you don't call me, I'll ask elder martial sister to make the decision for me."

Siming looked at Lu Jiajia, who was carrying a ruler and was as quiet as an ice lake. He seemed to acquiesce in Zhao xianger's practice.

Simang was very subdued. He thought that even if he was a god official, he would have five peaks of strength, and he would be taught by two purple court kids? Hum, bully others. If you meet outside, you will not be enslaved!

But the situation was stronger than others. Simang hesitated and stood up. He saluted with a stiff voice and said, "I've met Zhao... Elder martial sister Zhao xianger."

Ning long raised his hand and said, "and me."

Siming was even more angry and thought that you were joining in the fun... She gritted her teeth and said, "see... Elder martial brother Chang Chang."

"Well, sister, you may sit down." Zhao xianger's words are ironic.

Simang stroked the lower skirt of shenpao and sat down, looking aggrieved.

In the sea of knowledge of Lu Jiajia, Jianxin issued a command again: let all the people in the temple live in harmony from the bottom of their hearts, pity and care for each other. One hundred swords.

Lu's heart was shocked and she once suspected that she had heard wrong.

Now she has 28 swords.

A hundred swords... That will directly fill the heart of the sword!

But the difficulty of the task is terrifying.

As we all know, Ning Changjiu may be easy to talk, but the contradiction between Zhao xianger and Siming is almost irreconcilable. It's not easy for them to get along well?

However, since the fairy sister has issued this decree, there must be a way to achieve it!

On the other side, after a fight, Siming and Zhao xianger began to read books in anger, vowing to fight for the throne of the three excellent students.

"Stop, stop reading today." Lu said.

"Well? Why? " Ning long puzzled.

With both hands on her shoulders, she paced slowly and said, "although there are only three of you, how can you build a good reading atmosphere? In my opinion, if you want to study, you have to correct the atmosphere in this view. "

Zhao Xiang'er and Siming looked at each other and turned their heads.

Ning Changchang was very cooperative with Lu's marriage and asked, "how can we rectify the atmosphere?"

After thinking about it, Lu said, "let's play some games together to enhance our feelings."

"Play games?" Ning long surprised, asked: "play what?"

Lu Jiajia pondered for a moment, thinking about what she had seen other children play when she was young. While recalling, she tentatively said, "would you like to jump rubber band, throw handkerchief and square?"

“……”

Ning Changjiu, Zhao xianger, Si Ming. The three looked at Lu Qijia with surprise and doubt in their eyes.

Lu married against their eyes, also feel very ashamed, but according to her understanding, playing games is the fastest way to promote feelings! This can not only make everyone live in harmony and avoid fighting, but also make their swords perfect. It's a good thing to have the best of both worlds.

Lu took out the ruler and weighed it in her hand. Her eyes swept around coldly, and her words were light: "how? Do you have any comments on my elder martial sister's suggestion? "

Three people look at each other, are waiting for each other to take the lead in protest. In the end, no one became the first bird and succumbed to the authority of Lu's marriage.

On the lawn, three people sit down.

Lu's wife cuts off a valuable climbing vine as a rubber band and hands it to them. Zhao xianger and Siming take the rubber band together. They prefer to stand in the middle for a long time and are ashamed to go in.

Lu Jia patted Ning Chang's back with a ruler and said, "what? Don't listen to elder martial sister? "

Ning Changjiu jumps in like a sea of swords, mountains and fires. He is full of shame and jumps up in embarrassment and rigidity.

Zhao xianger and Siming couldn't bear to look directly at each other and closed their eyes one after another.

Only Lu Jia showed a happy smile.

Well... It's always a beginning.

However, because they didn't study hard, Lu's swords disappeared one by one.

When Lu's heart ached, he thought that as long as they were in harmony, the heart of the sword would be filled in an instant. How could it be worth it!

Ning long jump like a zombie, and then jump out like a zombie.

"Did you have a good time?" Lu asked

Ning long face like death ash way: "happy dead."

Lu Jiajia patted his head with a smile, held back the desire to hold him, and said, "well, xiaochangjiu, you and simang are pulling the rubber band, and xianger is going to jump."

Zhao xianger looked at the ruler in her hand, bit her lip and said in a low voice, "you all close your eyes! No one is allowed to see it, especially you. I'd rather stay long! "

After the dance, Zhao xianger came out red faced. Next is Siming.

Three people sympathize with each other, who did not embarrass who closed their eyes together.

After jumping the rubber band, Lu's sword has lost five.

The next is to lose the handkerchief.

This game, rather long without the slightest sense of participation. In the whole process, Zhao xianger and Siming took revenge on each other, throwing each other around and chasing each other. In front of Ning's eyes for a long time, the black skirt and white skirt kept passing by, such as the alternation of day and night for ten thousand years. When they were dazzled, they even felt the vicissitudes of life.

Lu's sword lost five more.

The last game didn't go on because Zhao xianger and Siming had already fought for handkerchief. Two beautiful women with different looks rolled on the lawn and kept fighting, spoiling countless wild flowers.

Although Ning Changchang was very happy, he couldn't bear to see that they had hurt their already thin feelings. He asked for help and said, "elder martial sister, if you fight with each other, you will get hurt. Please let elder martial sister stop fighting, otherwise you will disturb master."

Lu Jia sighed, and the sword fell faster. Her heart is like a knife, united with Ning long to stop, very hard to separate the two people. Zhao xianger's ink hair is dazzling, her face is fierce and proud, like a little tiger. She dusts off her clothes and seems to have to fight again. Siming's silver hair is messy, her face is arrogant, like a big tiger. She clenches her fist and vows to beat Zhao xianger hard. Looking at them, Lu Jia was also annoyed. Ning long hoped that Lu Jiajia would say some words of adjustment. Unexpectedly, Lu Jiajia was silent for a moment, but asked: "do you... Do you have a feeling of mutual affection that you don't know each other?" " Siming and Zhao xianger looked at her with a complicated look. They both had a feeling of "elder martial sister, it's time for you to give up your talent.". Ning long patted the forehead, thinking that this must be my family's silly marriage, such as false exchange“ All right, all right Seeing that there was no effect or reluctance, Lu said, "you should study first today. Don't delay. We'll talk about it later." Return to the false harmony in the view. Zhao xianger and Siming are all rubbing their hands in their hearts, vowing to press each other under their bodies and give them a good beating. Lu's heart is dripping with blood, and she has the words of suffering. But she turned to think, things have been so far, can only break the pot broken! Well, it's obviously impossible to enhance their relationship at one time. Let them play hide and seek tomorrow... An hour later, after class, Zhao xianger asked Ning Changjiu why he didn't help himself. Siming also questioned Ning Changjiu. Ning was chased by them for a long time and hid behind Lu Jiajia, so they began to play the game of Eagle catching chicken spontaneously... Finally, Lu Jiajia failed to protect him and watched her husband be punished by them. In the Taoist temple, ye Chan palace quietly looked at Zhao Xiang'er and said in a soft voice, "as expected, it hasn't changed at all." I woke up in the morning. Ning long opened his eyes and saw Siming in thin white, lying on the window bar asleep. Last night, she vowed that she would practice sword all night, but she fell asleep unconsciously. Rather long slowly up, no shoes, for fear of disturbing her. He walked silently to her back, took a dress and put it on her. His eyes trembled, but he didn't wake up（ Thank you very much. Xueci is the three helmsman of Tianda reward! Thank you for your admiration! Thanks to xuejingling, huaiyuaner and Youwei. They are heroes who are rewarded by Qinghuan and xueyujun! Thank you for your great reward! Thank you very much