Beyond the Divine States

In the Jiuyou hall, the tension of the sword gathered again.

Ning Xiaoling lies in Siming's arms, a pair of small claws on Siming's arm robe. Siming reaches out her hand, stroking her fluffy head, and her smiling eyes are staring at her. Xiao Ling's ears were gently turning between simang's palms.

Lu Jiajia also looks at simang. Her long narrow eyes are narrowed. She is upright and upright. She has the temperament of being a master sister in her dream. She is cold and inviolable.

Ning Xiaoling knew that her master had broken the border. She was in the arms of sister Siming, and her little tail was shrinking nervously. She didn't know whether to tell her the truth

"Xiaoling." Simang slowed down, but he took the initiative to ask: "your master asked me if I'm sure. Are you sure or not?"

Ning Xiaoling is more nervous.

On the one hand, she tried to find the right sister Siming for herself, and on the other hand, she took care of herself day by day, the dearest master.

She didn't know which side to help.

Ning Xiaoling looks at elder martial brother.

Ning Changjiu was determined not to take part in the battle, pretending to look at the Kunlun sword.

Ning Xiaoling rushed to the elder martial brother's arms. Ning rubbed his soft body for a long time. He bit his hand gently to show his love and cried twice.

Seeing the two brothers and sisters pretending to be stupid, Siming nodded with satisfaction.

"Marry, now you are alone." Siming smiles at Lu's marriage. She walks to the wall, takes a wooden ruler, weighs it in her hand, and says, "it's time to get married. What else can she do?"

After another moment of stalemate with her, Lu's eyes softened. She lowered her head, turned slowly and came to the edge of the couch. Holding the edge of the couch in her hands, she bent down.

"Then... Sister xueci... You, you should be light." Lu Jia seems to have compromised.

Looking at Lu's cool temperament and her present appearance, Siming understood why Ning had liked her so much for a long time. Who would not love these contrast fairies, who were pure saints before and shy after?

Siming became more arrogant. She took the wooden ruler to Lu's back and said, "Oh, this is the end of offending my sister. Do you understand? One day, Zhao xianger's dead girl will lie beside you and beg for mercy from her sister. "

Simang said triumphantly. She raised her thin wooden ruler, but her body froze.

"Ah

Simang snorted suddenly.

After Lu's death, the sound of wooden ruler falling to the ground sounded.

Siming knelt down on the ground, his body could not help shivering.

Nuwen is activated.

"You... How do you..." Siming's red lips moved and her jade teeth trembled. She was puzzled when she looked at Lu's marriage. She clearly suppressed each other's spirit

Lu Jiajia has straightened up slowly. She turns around and sits on the couch. She looks at simang and smiles

"Sister xueci, I'm five years old."

what?!

Si Mingqu kneels on the ground, ice eyes flashing despair, want to cry without tears... How even you have five ways!

I have the highest accomplishments, but everyone is bullying me

"Married... Married sister, why didn't you tell me earlier." Simang blinked, and the ice in his eyes seemed to melt.

Lu Jiayou sighed. She bent down, picked up the wooden ruler that fell on the ground and said, "I wanted to surprise my sister xueci."

It's really a surprise... Simang is even more aggrieved. When my divine official came into the world, shouldn't it be the God who blocks the God and the Buddha who blocks the Buddha? It's only been a few months that I've been domineering, and then I've been punished one after another. How can I live a long time in the future

Simingqiang calmed himself, looked at Lu's pretty face and said, "I'm just joking with her."

"Oh? Is that right? " Lu asked with a smile.

"Yes, it is." Simang was not confident.

Then there was a brief chaos in the house.

Siming's struggling voice and humming voice rang out continuously. The morning fog in the courtyard was dispersed and gradually became clear. Finally, Siming's begging for mercy rang out.

……

At the edge of the case, Ning Changjiu sits opposite to Lu Jiajia. Lu Jiajia is in a bad mood and looks bright.

But simang, who had just been punished and taught, knelt aside, quietly with a little disordered silver hair. His normally proud face was now obedient, looking very aggrieved, but he didn't know what was hidden in his heart.

Rather long looking at Lu's long lost face, I just feel that I can't get tired of looking at her all my life.

Looking at simang, Lu Qijia gently stretched out her hand and said, "OK, sister xueci, get up."

Siming reluctantly took her hand and was pulled up by the bride. Siming didn't dare to get married at the moment, so she had to put Qi on Ning Changchang's head. She glared at Ning Changchang, as if to ask: why don't you help me?

Ning Changjiu also looked at her and seemed to answer: didn't you say I didn't help each other?

Siming is still staring at him.

Looking at them, Lu Qijia flipped her jade hand, tapped her knuckles on the table and said, "well, don't look at them. Tell me your story."

Siming sat down beside Lu Jiajia. Instead of leaning on the back of the chair naturally, she stood upright and looked a little nervous.

Ning Changjiu and Siming look at each other, but they don't know how to speak for a while.

Lu Qijia put her hands on the edge of the table, looked at them softly, and said, "if you pity my feelings, it's unnecessary. If you're just ashamed to speak, I won't force you."

Ning Changjiu nodded his head gently. He opened his mouth and said slowly: "in the city of ten thousand demons, a lot of things have really happened..."

Ning Xiaoling jumped on the table and listened carefully.

The smoke in the copper stove gathered and scattered with their words.

Ning long slowly retells the story of Wanyao city.

Time passed little by little.

When Ning Xiaoling heard that everything in her dream was true, she couldn't help exclaiming.

She looked around and found that everyone was looking at her and calm. Then she knew that she was the last one to know

The story of ten thousand demon city has gradually entered a climax.

The golden winged Mirs block the way and fight with simang in the sky with Ruyi wutie staff. After that, Ning long crossed the Liusha River and glimpsed the lion's shadow in the east of the river under the Qijue cliff. The torrential rain was still there yesterday. The thunder and lightning suddenly came to his ears, and the atmosphere in the room was a little bit suppressed.

Lu Jiadai's eyebrows were always frowning. Even if everything had come to an end, she was still frightened when she heard it. However, when simang recalled those words, a faint and relieved smile came to her lips.

Ning Chang continued to speak, saying that simang was seriously injured and dying, and that the golden winged Mirs came again. Later, on Tianzhu peak, the decisive battle place, God's bow and arrow pierced Jinpeng and the rainstorm. In the silent world, Ning Chang screamed in despair, and then the moonlight came from the distant sky and covered them like water.

Lu Jia listened quietly, her lips pressed tightly.

She thought that no matter how she pretended to be generous when she heard the story of their love, there would be sour in her heart. But now, when the moonlight fell on Tianzhu peak, she seemed to really see it and feel it‘ Fortunately, everyone was OK in the end. "That's all she had left.

Lu's jade finger on the table slowly fell to her knee and squeezed the snow colored skirt.

The story is drawing to a close.

There was silence in the house.

The first one to speak is Xiaoling.

"Elder martial brother and elder sister Siming have suffered so much for Xiaoling. How can Xiaoling repay him..." Ning Xiaoling pulls her ears and tears fall down.

Rather long will she embrace in the bosom, soft voice way: "young age safe alive is the best reward."

Looking at simang, Lu Jiajia pressed her hand and said, "sister xueci is suffering."

Siming bowed his head and said in a low voice: "you'd better call my sister. How can I have such a shameful sister..."

Siming made up his mind to be careful in his words and deeds in the future. How can he say anything? If the divine official really follows his words and acts like this, he should not do it!

Lu Jiajia said with a smile: "when I met Luoshu, I called you the elder. Although you are really a sister now, you can't have too many generations."

Simang looked at her and thought that you and your apprentice were like this, and that they had the face to say that their generations were not disordered?

Siming's face is very obedient, she said: "all listen to the married, married after... Should not bully me?"

Looking at her pretending to be docile, Lu Jiajia sighed and thought that she was not the silly girl at the beginning. Who else could you cheat?

"Don't bully you?" Lu said faintly: "dream."

"Simang did not dare to refute for the time being.

Ning Changchang said: "if you get angry when you marry, you should spread your anger on me. It's all my fault."

Lu said, "what? In front of me, I'm in love with my husband and wife? "

Ning long does not know how to answer.

At that time, before entering the door, he and Siming had made up their minds to fight and laugh at each other.

The atmosphere froze for a while.

Lu Jiaqing coughed twice and said, "well, don't delay. First refine Xiaoling's power. Don't you wait for me, master... Well, if you want to get over it, you'll regret something. There are free rooms upstairs. I'll clean them up for you."

Ning long looked at Lu's calm face, trembled, slowly got up, and involuntarily came to her side.

Lu Jia pressed his chest and gave his hand to Siming.

Siming also came up.

They held each other for a while. Ning Xiaoling sat on the table and looked at them. The fox's eyes narrowed, like two happy lines.

Ning Changjiu took Yu Lei out of Jinwu and said, "this is Yu Lei sword, the last power."

Looking at the twisted sword, Lu Jiajia could see the hardships of their journey.

"Thank you so much." Lu Jia is distressed.

Ning Xiaoling took over Yu leijian, held it in her arms and said seriously, "in the future, Xiaoling will not let elder martial brothers and sisters worry about it like this."

Ning long rubbed the fox's head and said, "Xiao Ling is so cute. Elder martial brothers are reluctant to let you change back."

Siming also smile, she suddenly picked up Xiaoling, said: "I take Xiaoling to the main hall, this sword and the rest of the authority together, about a day can be refined."

Then she went out with the fox and the sword, without waiting for Lu and Ning to speak.

The door closed.

Only Ning Changjiu and Lu Jiajia were left in the house.

They were silent for a moment. Then Ning long felt that something was pressing behind him. It turned out that Lu Jiajia held him from behind.

Ning holds her hand for a long time and is in peace of mind.

"You are more and more promising." Lu said with emotion.

"It's so gentle to marry. Meeting you is the luckiest thing since I was born." I'd rather say it sincerely.

"Do you say that to everyone?" Lu doesn't believe it.

"No, it's only when you're married. I believe it's not only me, but also xueci and xianger." Ning said for a long time.

"Well..." Lu Qijia gently leaned on his back and said, "I accept your praise."

"It's nice to be married."

"Come on... About you, I'm not pretending to be generous or benevolent. If you really want to worry, you'd better worry about xianger."

"We have already met xianger..."

Ning Changchang gave a general account of Gu Yun city.

Lu couldn't help laughing: "snow porcelain sister is too shameful, even xianger can't help it."

"After all, it's the fourth younger martial sister." Ning long also laughed.

Lu said: "do you still provoke any fox spirits outside? What's the truth? Now that you are in a good mood as a teacher, you may be lenient if you confess. "

Ning long asked tentatively, "really?"

Lu's E-Mei frowned and said coldly, "is it true?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "no, don't worry. When these things are over, I'll..."

"Don't say that," Lu interrupted

"I'm not snow China." Ning Changjiu said.

"No is no!" Lu's attitude is tough.

"Well, I'll listen to you all." Ning held her hand for a long time.

Lu Jia closed her eyes and leaned against his back for a while.

Ning Changjiu asked: "how are you getting married these few months? Have you encountered any difficulties? "

Lu said: "there's nothing more than Liu junzhuo coming to ask about the sword, but Liu junzhuo doesn't mean anything..."

She gave a general account of what happened at that time.

Ning long listen to, suddenly way: "originally master at that time also secretly give marry to issue a mission."

"..." Lu married with a jade cheek and said, "what? Can't you see the master doting on me? "

"Who doesn't love to marry?" Ning Changjiu said with a smile.

Lu said: "ah, Miss Liu is actually very nice. It's a pity that I'll see you next time. It's the enemy of life and death."

Ning Changjiu nodded his head and said, "yes, the disciples of the sword pavilion are also pitiful. They have been deceived by the sword sage... Alas, even so, the enemy is still the enemy. When we meet them, we should not be soft hearted."

"Well."

"I haven't been married for many months. Do you miss your husband?"

"Isn't there Xiaoling with me?"

"Can it be different?"

"Hum... It's still quiet without you." Lu married snow cheek powder, biting his lips, and said: "besides, you are a busy man now. Today you are still with snow porcelain sister, and tomorrow you are going to find the master. Why do you care about me?"

"Well, if you want to get married together..."

"Fight!"

"Well, I said it casually."

They talked and laughed for a while. Lu Qijia bit his ear and asked, "what's your mood now?"

"Now..." Ning thought for a long time and said: "now I feel pressed by two snow mountains."

Lu was stunned for a while and bit down.

……

When simang came back, they had loosened their arms.

Ning long sits on the chair and looks at her, while Lu Jiajia is cleaning up in front of the dressing mirror.

As soon as simang went in, he was called to the mirror by Lu.

"Power is being refined. Now Xiaoling is watching. There should be no problem. Tomorrow morning, power should be refined." Siming sat down in front of the dressing mirror and said with a smile.

What they have been busy with for a long time is finally coming to an end.

"Well, I hope it doesn't happen again." Lu sighed, picked up the comb and slid into Siming's silver hair.

Simang's beautiful face is reflected in the mirror, so the ordinary bronze mirror seems to carve out the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Lu Jiajia holds up her long hair and combs it gently for her.

"My sister has been keeping her body like jade for thousands of years. Now if I go back on it, it's still time." Lu said jokingly.

Siming raised his hand, gently covered the tip of his nose and said, "what a strong acetic acid smell."

Lu's hand was slightly stiff, "give me less money."

Looking at the mirror, Siming suddenly said, "my sister has been alone in the empty boudoir for several months. Otherwise, I will marry today..."

"Shut up Lu Qiqi chided: "it's really black to be close to the devil. Why do you two villains have the same idea?"

Si Ming ice Mou one coagulates, coldly sees to rather long-term, way: "you really said so?"

Ning Changjiu immediately raised his hand and said, "it's just a joke."

Lu Jia chuckles.

Siming hesitated for a while and asked in a soft voice: "later... We went upstairs to get married. What are we doing?"

"I just..." Lu Jiajia combed her hair, threw her comb on the table and sighed, "you're tired all the way. I'll cook for you. When you're finished, eh... Remember to go downstairs to eat."

……

Lu is not joking.

She really set up the stove, set up the pot, scooped water to wash rice, and prepared to cook.

Nami is a kind of black shell rice which is a special product of the village outside the ancient lingzong. It turns white slowly when it is hot. It is very sweet and delicious. Today, in order to reward them for their triumphant return, Lu Jiajia specially made a kind of eight treasures rice that she was not willing to eat. She arranged all the ingredients and was very professional.

"Come down early and eat. Don't blame me for the cold." Lu said faintly.

Ning long and Si Ming promised, holding hands and walking up the stairs.

She sat down with her skirt in her hand and stirred the water with a gourd ladle. When they got upstairs, she slowly turned back. She sighed and then laughed again. She rolled up her sleeves. The big white sleeves made the slender lotus arms more beautiful.

She began to organize the ingredients and cook.

Upstairs, Ning Changjiu and Siming come to the room.

Ning pulled up the curtain for a long time.

The house gradually turned dark.

Siming was sitting on the bed, bared with snow and jade feet, and his face was still very attractive with the unique holy coldness of the deity.

The light leaking from the bamboo windows made the room ambiguous.

"You're cheap." Siming, holding his fragrant cheek, said with a soft smile.

Ning long looked at her light and shadow mottled robe, with countless ripples in her mood.

Although they have been sleeping with each other for a long time, they have never really crossed that line. Today, they have gone through hardships and achieved good results. At the beginning, the woman in the snow gorge was as evil as a murderer. Now she is sitting on the couch looking at him with shame in her smiling eyes. In the next few hours, he will temporarily forget the open world outside and just gallop in the square inch of snow, Knead the snow and white clouds.

Ning long came to her and hugged her.

"I think it's been a long time." He said.

Si Ming can't open his arms, but his cold body is as soft as bone at the moment.

"I..." simang's eyes drooped slightly and said, "I am too."

"Well, now I'm going to visit you with Xueer, OK?" Ning long asked.

But simang said, "no way."

"Well?" Ning Changjiu wondered: "why not? Are you still worried about getting married? She is cooking. By implication, doesn't she mean that we should cook raw rice?"

Cooked rice with uncooked rice

"That's not what I mean." Siming fairy dimple slightly red, said: "it can't work here, will let Zhao xianger see!"

Ning long a Leng: "that... Where do you want to go?"

Simang seemed to have thought for a long time. She said seriously, "don't you want me to be your God in the future? I want to visit my country. "

Jinwu Kingdom, once the kingdom of xianger and him.

……

Jinwu flies out.

They came to the kingdom of Jinwu.

Siming stands in the vast world, the silver hair and black robe's divine posture is shining in the suspended spark, emitting a awe inspiring and inviolable light.

The country preserved in jinwuzhong is only the tip of the iceberg for that year.

Siming and Ning wandered for a long time in the broken kingdom of God and met those Xiangri puppets.

Ning long looked at these ginseng fruit essence, asked: "are you happy?"

Ginseng fruit essence was tanned one by one, and they couldn't see any expression. They looked at the murderous Siming with fear, and said wrongly: "happy, very happy."

Ning long satisfied nodded.

Then they wandered together in the kingdom of God for a while, and soon found a fairly complete temple in the center.

I have known this hall for a long time.

This is the hall of Xihe... At the beginning, he was separated from Xihe here“ Go in and have a look. " Said Siming. Ning hesitated for a long time, and Siming went in. There was a faint light in the hall. Siming stopped in front of a statue beside the throne - it was a statue of the same height as human beings. What the statue destroyed was a beautiful woman. She wore a colorful dress of jade satin, a crown on her head, a bird ornament on her waist, beads on her hair. Her face was even more lifelike, with slender eyelashes and feathers, thin jade lips, and clear eyes. This is the image of Xihe“ Sure enough, it's the same as Zhao xianger. " Siming looked at the statue and said with a smile. Ning long also looked at the statue for a while... Xiang'er's appearance was charming and moving. Even if it was just a statue, it seemed that she would live at any time. He looked around at the collapsed lamp posts, the broken King's pillars and the broken dome... These are the ancient buildings of 4000 years ago. Rather long thinking about these, the heart can not help but turn up the sense of vicissitudes. Ning Changchang said: "well, let's go out and don't disturb here." Simang's eyes turned slightly. She stood in front of Zhao xianger's statue and said, "go out? What are you doing out there? Here... Isn't that right? "“ Just right? " Ning Changchang was slightly stunned and said: "but Xiang'er..." simang snorted: "Xiang'er is bullying me outside? If you don't help me, do you still have to face her now? " As he spoke, Siming went up to the throne and sat down on the throne of Xihe. She sat obliquely, her slender legs overlapping, her snow feet and jade toes clasping slightly, her hands supporting her cheek. She seems to return to a thousand years ago, with a sense of sacredness and alienation. Siming sat for a while and said with a clear smile, "don't you want to cook the raw rice? Now that rice is in the pot, would you rather not add firewood to boil water? " Ning long looked at her such a gesture, soft smile, he closed the door, no longer think, went to the division of life in front, doting way: "from today on, you are my God." He hugged her and bent down. The lips meet, the body touches. In the pot, the black raw rice lies still in the water, the water temperature rises a little bit, and the black on the surface of the rice fades down, revealing the pink and white color. The water is surrounded by white raw rice, with its own gradually higher temperature and their anxiety, want to really boil them into their own body. The white rice rolled disorderly in the water, and a slight sound came out. It was the sound when the water was boiling. It was as light as a woman's gibberish, as if it was in pain. Water and rice have been grinding each other for a long time, stirring slightly in the pot, and the dry rice grains are slowly soaked by water... Today's cooking is babaofan, so soon, the sound of water is more noisy. Then, among the white rice grains, a red color permeates out - is it bean paste or jujube paste... In short, the color should be more bright, This red in the pure white rice upstream walking, like the snow in full bloom of plum blossom. As the surface of black rice is boiled off, more and more beautiful ingredients appear in Babao rice. For example, the lotus seeds like buds in the water, which seemed to be very economical when she was cooking, only put two of them. The two lotus seeds are boiled in water, getting harder and harder, and the color is becoming more and more bright red. All kinds of food are dancing in the main color of white. The water temperature is getting higher and higher, and the sound of boiling water is becoming more and more noisy and urgent. Everything is becoming soft and waxy, and everything is pushed to a higher place in the blend... This is a very primitive product, and it is the first desire of human beings since slash and burn cultivation. They are deeply buried in the bone marrow, brewing and breaking out in the heat, With the rising sound of water kneaded together. At the bottom of the pot, the flame is concentrated in the center, so the hot water also forms a convex water column from the middle. Because of boiling, the water column keeps surging upward, impacting the whole piece of white rice. The rice is getting more and more mature, emitting the unique fragrance of grain, which is intoxicating. This water column is like a jade hammer pounding medicine, constantly stirring the whole piece of raw rice. Preserved fruits, lotus seeds, rice kernels... Everything is soaking in the water. They are carrying on an amazing dance, infatuated dance... The rice is more mature, the white rice foam is boiled out by the water column, slowly seeping open, and then a lot of white foam is boiled out! The water column is still churning, and the foam is churning with it, and everything is going to become muddy milky white... The vast white steam is also blazing against the lid of the pot, making a long sound. Pop! Lu Jiajia's hand pressed the lid of the pot. A moment later, she opened the lid and looked at the delicious rice. She sniffed and said with a smile, "well cooked, today's rice is really delicious."