Beyond the Divine States

In the unobservable courtyard, the bright sun began to fall rapidly to the west, and the white light gradually turned red. Soon, the last wisp of rosy light was swallowed up by the clouds in the sky, and everything was quiet. Instead of rising from the East, the bright moon directly hung overhead and hung on the middle line of the Taoist temple.

It seems that the moon and Taoist temple are relative light and shadow.

The moon is as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest potholes, with quiet beauty.

Then the moon faded away, and the sun came out of the East, shining like waves, swallowing the sea of clouds, mountains and Taoist temples.

The sun goes up and the moon goes down.

Then, the flowers on the tree in view began to bloom and wither, and the dry heat of the air gradually turned yellow, withered and accumulated on the ground after climbing to the peak.

In the twinkling of an eye, it will be half a year.

Ning Changjiu and others go in and out of the view, they live as usual. It seems that they have nothing to do with the change of time and things in the world.

"How time flies." Zhao xianger looked at the gradually bare trees and sighed.

Ning long nodded and agreed. In the twinkling of an eye, it was autumn. Unconsciously, when I recalled it, it seemed that time had passed for a moment, and it also seemed that I had really experienced half a year. He can't tell.

Si Ming glanced at Zhao Xiang'er and said sarcastically, "when a young girl cherishes spring, she only knows how to hurt spring and mourn autumn. What does she know about the passage of time?"

"Do you understand?" said Zhao xianger

Simang said haughtily, "do you know what my power is?"

Zhao xianger said with a smile: "the power of time is really suitable for you. After all, you are always

Simang looked at the girl's thin, thin lips, and said coldly, "your mother didn't teach you to respect your elders if you don't have a mouth to hide?"

Sitting on the wooden chair, Zhao xianger gently shook his legs and said: "in terms of seniority, I'm the Third Elder martial sister, you're the fourth younger martial sister, and I'm your predecessor. Come on, younger martial sister, pour me a cup of tea."

"You..." Siming clenched his fist, looked at her coldly, and said, "don't be proud!"

Zhao xianger disapproved and said, "you are really weird. After being taught so many lessons by me, you don't know how to restrain yourself. You dare to be tough with me. Don't you really like being bullied?"

Simang was even more angry. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth: "it's obviously you who cheat! You and Ning Changchang are in collusion. They are not good people! "

At first, Zhao Xiang'er and Siming's scuffle was exactly the same. But soon, Zhao Xiang'er found the most fatal weakness of Siming, nuwen. So Zhao Xiang'er focused on the attack there. After a few rounds, Siming was defeated. He only dared to protect his weakness with his hands, dared not get up, or bit his lip. He reluctantly called to elder sister Xiang'er and begged her to let go, Or hide behind the elder martial sister and seek shelter.

Simang swore in his heart that when he woke up in the future, he would catch Zhao xianger for revenge.

Zhao xianger also excitedly asked Ning Changchang about the making method of slave pattern. Ning Changchang thought for a long time and said, "I won't know until I'm 18 years old."

Siming brewed chrysanthemum tea, and the faint fragrance floated out of the teapot, which was fragrant in the bleak autumn wind.

Ning Changchang swept the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. He took a look at the girl and woman who were sitting drinking tea, and at Lu Jiajia who was sitting by the pond. The lotus in the pond was withered, and the lotus leaves were like the canopy of rain. There were only rows of dry and slanting shelves, twisting in the dark water.

The gate never opened.

Ning long swept the fallen leaves aside, wiped the sweat of nothingness, went to Lu Jiajia's side, sat down gently, and said, "what's the elder martial sister thinking?"

Lu said coldly, "you've been too close to your two younger martial sisters recently. You're not allowed to do that in the view. You should pay attention in the future."

Ning Changjiu asked, "how close are you to elder martial sister?"

Lu Qijia glanced at him and said, "if you are not afraid of being beaten, you can get closer."

Ning Changchang asked: "is elder martial sister so fierce on weekdays?"

Lu Qijia took out the ruler, Ning Changjiu immediately shut up.

He turned his head slightly, picked up a handful of broken stones and sprinkled them on the lotus pond. It was like rain on the pond. The ripples rippled and collided with each other.

Ning long pointed to the pond and said, "look, we are together."

Lu Jiajia looks at the pond. In the disorderly shadow, white clothes and green clothes are intertwined. She looks at it for a while, and then she comes back to herself. She flicks her sleeve gently, and the water is calm.

"Don't worry about it. Study hard." Lu got up and left.

These days, Lu Jia grafted a few not difficult runes, and managed to save the sword which was close to the negative number. However, there were only more than 20 swords. She regretted that she had played the game for several days in a row. If she didn't have that absurd idea, there would be more than 50 swords now.

Ning long back to the stone table, Zhao xianger and Siming are talking.

They're talking about books.

The more the Scriptures go to the back, the more things about ancient inheritance are involved. Zhao xianger knows little about it, so she turns to simang, who is a good teacher. After all, when she is a teacher, she can experience the feeling of being superior for a short time.

When simang was imparting knowledge, Zhao xianger was very polite, but he still kept his mouth open and his sister was very angry.

Unknowingly, snow was floating in the sky.

Lu Jiajia raises her head. She gently reaches out her hand and catches the first piece of snow in winter. She looks at the snow melting in her palm and her eyes are lonely. When she looks back, she finds that the three are staring at her, like enjoying the beautiful scenery.

"I really want to climb the snow mountain..." Zhao Xiang'er held his face, tilted his head and whispered.

"Well, what, envy?" Siming squints and smiles.

Zhao xianger asked, "don't you envy me?"

Simang said with pride: "I am perfect. I can't increase or decrease one point. Besides, Rome wasn't built in a day. You little girl, have a dream."

Ning Changjiu even recited a poem: "ten thousand Ren snow peaks are unique in the world, and thousands of Qiong and jade are piled up..."*

"What are you talking about?" Lu asked coldly.

The three shook their heads.

In early winter, the four put up a stove in a small pavilion in their spare time. They cooked the wine. The fragrance of the wine was as sweet as osmanthus. It floated out gently and scattered in the snow. A few people held the stove and drank freely, boasting about the past. Only Lu Jiajia was silent, only holding a wine cup to warm his hands. Listening to their words, he sometimes raised a faint smile.

The story is accompanied by wine. As an elder martial sister, Lu Jiajia is the fastest drunk. Her soft cheeks are flushed. She leans gently against the red pillar of the pavilion, and her snow cloak adds elegance and dignity.

Zhao Xiang'er was also too strong to drink. After a few drinks, her cheeks became hot. She used to have spirit power to drink, but now she doesn't have it. She had to hold on, untie the rope with horsetail, and put her long black hair on her cheek to cover her pretty face.

Siming and Ning are much more comfortable. Siming squinted and kept toasting Zhao xianger. Zhao xianger was always fighting with her, but it was not easy to lose momentum, so he had to fight with her.

Finally, Zhao xianger, under her repeated attacks, slouched and fell drunk, lying by the warm fire, her face flushed.

Scattered in the snow, Siming gently turned his head, and his gorgeous face was just facing a red plum beside the pavilion.

Plum petals are as delicate as blood, and they are the same color as her jade lips. That pair of ice eyes look clear and smart in the ice and snow weather.

She looked at Ning Changjiu and said with a soft smile, "now it's just us."

Ning looked at her for a long time, and the infinite tension surged in her heart, "teacher... Younger martial sister, what are you going to do?"

Siming approached him, stared at him and said in a low voice, "let's do something... Interesting together?"

"Something interesting?" Ning long looked at simang's blurred eyes in the wine, his beautiful face and extreme figure were close at hand. Ning long looked at Xiang'er and his wife who fell asleep. He was determined and said, "I'm as good as jade..."

Siming said with a smile, "what are you doing?"

Rather long a Zheng: "that is to do what?"

Siming asks Ning Changjiu to help Lu Qijia. She gets up and walks behind her. She steals a ruler. While she is still sleeping, she takes a few severe blows at the soft part of her body. Then she slips the ruler into Zhao xianger's hand and closes her fingers.

Siming and Ning sleep together for a long time.

When Lu Jiajia woke up, he felt the pain and immediately aimed at Zhao xianger, who was holding the ruler. As soon as Zhao xianger woke up, he was caught by Lu Jiajia with his waist in his arms. He was severely punished, and he was beaten so much that he kicked his leg and hummed.

Si Ming, who pretended to be sleeping, couldn't resist it. He chuckled and then laughed wildly.

Lu Jiajia and Zhao xianger knew the truth and immediately brought her to justice. Ning Changjiu also failed to escape the sanctions and was identified as an accomplice. Zhao xianger was interrogated on behalf of Lu Jiajia. Ning Changjiu made a confession, which aroused the common anger of three gorgeous women, especially Zhao xianger, who was the most ruthless and beat Ning Changjiu to his sister.

After Zhao xianger finished, he gently rubbed his hand and asked, "elder martial brother... Did I hurt you?"

Ning Changchang's heart moved. He thought how Xiang'er could be as gentle as his wife. He said with a smile, "if you don't have it, Xiang'er doesn't have to worry about it."

Zhao xianger's gentle look suddenly became cold, "no? Let's have another fight! "

Looking at the young girl she was chasing, Lu Jiajia rubbed her forehead with a headache. This sleep delayed a lot of things. When she woke up, she lost ten swords... It was another day when her heart was like a knife.

In the heavy snow, it is no longer suitable to read outside.

The four moved to the lotus Pavilion.

Zhao xianger likes it very much. She can enjoy it for a long time just by staring at the blooming lotus in the middle of the Academy.

Siming came here for the first time and lingered for a long time. At last, he looked at the word "dragon flying and Phoenix dancing" and said with admiration, "it's really a famous word for its magnificence and magnificence."

Ning long good strange way: "do you still know the technique?"

Simang said faintly: "of course, I understand. The divine officials sit and watch everything in the world. If they are not proficient, they know a little bit."

Ning Changjiu nodded gently, but after listening to Siming's hands, he continued: "for example, the word" Zheng "is so powerful that it has the feeling of famous sword coming out of its sheath and its sound. Even though it's across the paper, it's still frightening."

"..." Ning kept silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "sister si..."

"Well?"

"This word is actually static..."

“……”

Siming stares at him for a while, turns around in silence with a straight face.

On the other side, Lu opened a wooden cabinet and said curiously, "what's this?"

The three quickly gathered together.

"Isn't this ordinary earth? Is it necessary to hide so well? " Zhao xianger said.

Siming just showed his shyness and didn't dare to say much. He just said, "I think there's a mystery in this land."

Ning Changjiu is also curious. He thinks how can the ordinary soil be hidden in the lotus pavilion?

Out of curiosity, Lu Qijia gently picked up some of them. The soil was soft, but it was very sticky. She felt comfortable and strange. There was not only no peculiar smell, but also an aura full of fragrance, as if the plants had been nurtured.

"Isn't this the legendary xirang?" Siming whispered.

"Xirang?" Ning Changchang was slightly surprised and said, "isn't that the soil used by Empress Nuwa when she made human beings? Does this earth really exist? "

Zhao xianger said, "it's not a day or two since the fourth younger martial sister pretended to understand. I don't believe her words!"

Ning long proposed: "why don't we try?"

"Try what?" Zhao xianger and Siming asked in one voice.

Ning Changchang looked serious and said, "let's make man."

A moment of silence.

"Don't you have anything else in your head?" Zhao xianger was angry and scolded.

Simang also showed a little red dimple and said, "it's really vulgar."

"Ah?" Ning long didn't even respond.

Only Lu Jia said in a soft voice, "what he said is to imitate Nu Wa's mother to make human beings out of earth. Is it hard to understand?"

"..." Zhao xianger and Siming looked at each other, hummed coldly, and did not turn their heads.

They all blame each other in their hearts, thinking that they must have quarreled with each other for a long time, and their IQ has reached a level. In the past, they were smart!

Zhao xianger said, "it's naive to believe this kind of legend."

Simang also said, "it's just cheating children."

Said, the two rare unity, together went to the table to read.

Half of their books have been turned.

Outside the Taoist temple, in the law hall, a Nine Tailed Fox curled up in a sweater and went into hibernation.

Unconsciously, another spring.

The heavy cotton padded cloak is gone, and the cool and thin spring clothes are turned to be close to the body. The spring is bright and beautiful.

After a year's intrigue, Siming's relationship with Zhao xianger gradually melted like snow in winter. However, Lu Jiajia knew that they were far from being able to solve their previous problems.

In spring, the flowers in the view gradually bloom.

Under the leadership of Lu Jiajia, the four went to the mountains to enjoy the flowers. After the stele Pavilion engraved with "sit and forget zhaixin", the gorgeous sea of flowers came into view.

Every time Siming saw the mountains full of beautiful flowers, he would feel that this place is indeed a dream. He dares to think of anything.

Many of them are extinct plants, and even some of them are immortal plants. They grow on their own in the mountains and fields, and each one is enough to make a sensation when it is brought to the world.

"This is the climbing vine. It should have disappeared two thousand years ago." Simang's hand gently stroked a vine winding on a tree with small white flowers and said, "the famous artifact whip is made of it."

"Whip?" Zhao xianger said with a smile: "Why are you so interested in these? Do you want to... "

Simang immediately interrupted: "I'm just knowledgeable!"

The other three shook their heads together. Relying on their own understanding of Siming, they cast strange eyes one after another. Siming snorted coldly and walked forward alone.

Ahead is Dahe Town.

But Lu said, "well, go back to study first."

Zhao xianger was not happy and said, "we have never gone out to play!"

Lu said: "when you have finished reading, passed the test and selected the three excellent students, I will take you to the outing together."

Zhao Xiang'er thought about it, stretched out his hand and said, "it's a deal!"

Lu Jiajia smiles and reaches out her hand to meet her.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes and autumn comes, in the twinkling of an eye is another year.

There is only one and a half of your books left.

While they were studying, Lu Jiajia looked at them and meditated on the sword. Her sword skills gradually became perfect.

Many times, when Lu Jiajia looks at Tinghua, the sun and the flowing water between the spring streams, she will have a sense of being about to break the boundary, but her sword heart is still empty, and she can't really grasp the idea.

By the side of Qiuxi, Zhao xianger, in thin clothes, sat by the side of the stream, shaking her white legs as usual. Siming knelt down behind her and took a homemade wooden comb to comb the girl's hair.

"Little elder martial sister, how about this?" Siming divided her long hair into two locks, held it in his hand and asked with a smile.

Zhao xianger protested: "no! A horsetail is enough! "

Siming said, "if you are not born beautiful, you don't look like your lady at all."

Zhao xianger put his hands around his chest and said with pride, "I'm gentle and kind, knowledgeable and knowledgeable. I'm also highly accomplished in martial arts. Why not be noble?"

Si Ming Ying Ying smiles and ties her hair.

Then, Siming sat down by the stream, barefoot, gently washed the water, and said, "I really envy my little elder martial sister."

"What's the matter?" Zhao xianger took the comb and knelt down behind her to comb her hair.

Simang said: "the autumn stream is dry and cold. It's really hard to make the toes cool. Elder martial sister Xiang'er is good. Since the autumn stream is dry, she can't get water."

"..." Zhao xianger puffed up her cheeks and comforted herself silently, thinking that her legs were not as long as her, and it must be because she was young.

She combed up her hair for Siming, and then retaliated with two bulging bun heads on both sides of her head.

Simang looked at the water and asked, "is this really good-looking?"

Zhao xianger patted her chest and assured: "it must be beautiful. This is the hair ornament my mother taught me!"

Simang thought that since it was given by Zhuque God, it would not be bad.

So she stood against a strong sense of disobedience baozi head, to meet the Lu and Ning long ruthless ridicule, especially Ning long, laugh very wantonly.

She angrily goes after Zhao xianger, trying to get justice back, but because she has a fatal weakness, she can't win xianger, and finally she is bullied.

Siming went back to the table alone and took apart Zhao xianger's hair, looking aggrieved.

Ning could not see it for a long time. She walked to her back and comforted her with a soft voice. She took the comb and combed her hair for her. This curtain fell in Zhao Xiang'er's eyes, which was very unpleasant. But after all, it was her who took the initiative to tease Siming. She always felt guilty. She just puffed her cheeks and sulked. Instead of saying anything, she took the initiative to approach Siming, poured tea for him and apologized.

Lu Jiajia looked at them gently. Although her sword was about to see the bottom again, she always felt that the day of harmony was coming, and then the heart of the sword would be complete with everyone's harmony.

In the evening, the three men removed the book and exposed the chessboard painted on the stone table.

The pieces were carved by Lu Jiajia, the only one with spiritual power here.

The three began to play chess.

At the moment, they have no spiritual power, so their calculating power is naturally a lot lower. Zhao xianger and Siming are equal opponents, and they win and lose each other. Ning Changjiu's chess power is a bit higher.

But when they play chess, they never dare to speak for a long time. After all, no matter which side they help, they will suffer from the anger of the other side.

He also often loses chess to amuse them.

Most of the time, he accompanied him to land to marry in the name of practicing sword moves. Lu Jiajia acquiesced to this move and broke Mei Zhi to practice with him. Both of them are familiar with each other's moves, and they have a tacit understanding when practicing. Zhao xianger and simang both have a sense of beauty and a slight jealousy.

Zhao xianger and Siming sometimes practice with each other. Their practice is very fierce. Many times, they can break the plum branch, and then lie down with their shoulders and backs exposed. They ask Lu Jiajia and he Ning to apply medicine for them for a long time.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moon has never been bigger, as if it could reach its outline.

In Dahe Town, lanterns flutter and soar.

At night, four people stood under the eaves to enjoy the lights.

Zhao Xiang'er was not tall enough, so he was carried by Ning for a long time.

At first, she was not suitable for the feeling of skin contact. She always felt shy, but soon, the thousands of rising lanterns drowned her mood with the gorgeous beauty of scarlet.

They raised their heads together, and their eyes rose slowly along the lantern. In the dark pupil, the stars were like rain.

The moon is such a perfect background.

In the field, nine foxes were standing by the campfire that had just been put out, gnawing at the roasted blind scale fish on the wooden string while watching the lantern. For a long time, they were in a trance, thinking that if only sister Siming and sister xianger could marry their master and elder martial brother

The lanterns gradually dissipated, leaving only a full moon in the sky and silver light flowing.

The jade people stand under the moon and shine brilliantly.

Everyone is very happy, meet drinking, only Lu married not very happy.

Ning long asked if she had something on her mind.

Lu looked at them and said seriously, "Zhao xianger! Si Ming

Two beauties turn to show dimple lightly, look at her in succession, ask: "elder martial sister how?"

Lu Jia gave a death order and said, "I'll give you three months. You must get rid of your bad feelings and live in harmony. Do you understand?"

Listening to her inexplicable words, they both looked at each other and said with a smile, "we are brothers and sisters now."

"You can't cheat elder martial sister!" Lu said coldly If they are really harmonious, their 100 swords will come! This was her last hope... They couldn't figure it out, so they went to drink together. After drunk, sleepy, the four pulled a cloak, hugged each other and fell asleep. Time seems to move in the hands of people, non-stop passing, in the twinkling of an eye, the Mid Autumn Festival is a few months ago. The day of breath comes again. Without spiritual support, Zhao xianger and Siming are all wrapped in cotton padded clothes, and they are so fat and lovely. They study in the lotus Pavilion. They are very close to each other. They are like little squirrels warming each other. Only Lu Jia, with her spiritual power, has thin white clothes and graceful posture. She looks like an ice snow fairy. Zhao xianger and Siming rubbed each other's cold hands helplessly and cast envious eyes on Lu's wife. The winter is getting deeper. One morning, cold fog dazzled her eyes, and Lu Jiajia, who was wearing green silk and white clothes, came to watch them read as usual with a ruler in hand. It seems that the word "Jing" in the lotus Book pavilion has come into effect. Today's three people are very worried. They all study hard and are silent. Lu Jiajia did not practice sword, but looked at them calmly. After a long time, Ning long closed the book, closed his eyes, opened his mouth gently, and said, "I'm finished." The silence was broken. Lu Jia hung her eyelashes and let out a sound. A moment later, Siming also closed the sword book. She closed her eyes and said, "I've finished reading it, too." Zhao xianger sat quietly, curled up in the snow-white cotton padded clothes, like a snowman. Her eyes stopped at the last page, and there was no movement after a long time. Lu Qijia got up and walked behind her. She put her hand on her shoulder and bent slightly. She was close to the girl's face and said softly, "Xiao Xiang'er, what's the matter?" Zhao xianger pursed her lips and looked at the last page. She twisted her fingers tightly. Her shallow voice had a feeling of sobbing: "I... I can't bear to read it all."... (* Adapted from Li Jing's Snow Mountain Song (thank you Junxi Ya for your reward! Thank you for your support ~)