Chitose words

Chapter 113 Southern Ruins
Although her face under the mask was covered beyond recognition by a large black and blue "birthmark" when she was at the Li's house in the Nine Gates Admiral's Mansion, Fu Jinglin not only couldn't recognize her, but she didn't even raise any suspicion.

But in the same situation, if the person on the other side was Nanxu, Xie Zhaoke would not be completely sure that he could get through.

Following the tactic of "if the enemy is immovable, I don't understand", she decided to pretend to be dead first.

Let's pretend that I am really just a tourist who accidentally passed by this place and lost his way.

It must be that if the other party is not Nanxu, she will find it boring, or think that there is nothing weird about her, and treat her like a fart.

However, things went against expectations, and it seemed that things did not go as Xie Zhao expected.

The man just observed her silently. After a while, not only did he show no sign of leaving, Xie Zhao even felt that the man seemed to be getting closer to her.

She thought it was bad.

She calmly glanced ahead with her peripheral vision, as if to tell that the cliff waterfall in front of her was still a few steps away from her.

Along with a faint sneer, a voice as cool and refreshing as a cold spring suddenly sounded close to her.

——That person actually had a clear understanding of her psychology, and in an instant he used extremely high-level light skills to get behind her.

The speed of his movements and the high level of his Qinggong are rarely seen in the world.

This movement and speed are so familiar... Xie Zhao sighed slightly in her heart, and she no longer took any chances.

Sure enough, the next moment, the man spoke -

"Why, do you want to jump down from here and run away?

Do you believe that if you dare to jump, I will dare to grab you on the spot and throw you down the mountain in front of the Shentai Palace?
I'm sure the people from the world who came down from the mountain to join in the fun no longer have to watch Lu Shangque's half-assed sword drawing and asking people, but directly watch how the 'Thousand-year-old Sword Immortal' disgraced himself, wouldn't it be better? "

Xie Zhao sighed, the last trace of luck in his heart was gone.

She has the same mean-mouthed and vicious tongue. Apart from one of the only two peerless masters of the Immortal Mysterious Realm in the world today, and the current high priest of Shentai Palace, Mr. Nanxu, there is no one else.

Xie Zhao laughed.

However, she suddenly thought that her words were not accurate enough.

Nowadays, there are still two people in the world who are really still arrogant in the world and looking down on all the heroes in the immortal realm.
But there is only one person in Nanxu.

She just lost her skills, not her brain.

She would definitely not do the stupid thing of jumping off a waterfall to escape in front of the Nanxu High Priest, who was the best in the world in martial arts.

Xie Zhao didn't move or look back.

She didn't want to give up and wanted to struggle again.

But just as she opened her mouth to say something, Nanxu already said calmly:
"Have you made up a new identity? Have you figured out how to deceive me?
But before you speak, I advise you to first think about how to explain that your voice is so similar to that unfortunate thing from Fu Jingci. "

say.

Xie Zhao: "."

The corners of her lips twitched slightly and she closed her mouth again.

Who do you think is unlucky?

You are the unlucky thing!
Although, she can indeed repeat her old trick of deliberately lowering her voice to make her voice slightly different from the past, as she did when she faced Princess Pingyang Fu Jinglin.

But this kind of trivial trick will not work in front of Nanxu.

In the past ten years, she rarely lived in Zhaoge Imperial City, and she rarely got along with people in the royal family, even the princes and princesses who were related by blood.

——Just like Princess Pingyang, these nominal sisters may not actually see each other twice throughout the year.

In addition, her appearance has changed drastically now, so just a slight change in her voice will not attract her attention.

But who is Nanxu?

She and Nanxu were taught and practiced together by their master since they were young. Except for the occasional time when she would leave the Shentai Palace to practice swordsmanship, they were together almost day and night.

The brothers and sisters are too familiar with each other, just like the left hand and the right hand.

This little trick can hide it from others, but it can't deceive him. Fortunately, Xie Zhao doesn't have to bother.

The high priest of Nanxu is a very upright person, but the words he speaks at this moment have a strange calm and coldness before a snowstorm.

"Stand up, turn around, don't play tricks."

Xie Zhaosheng sighed, stood up obediently, and turned around.

She was so familiar with Nanxu that she could clearly hear Nanxu's tone. It was clear that Nanxu's anger was about to reach its peak but he was forcibly suppressing it and would not be disobeyed.

She had just climbed a steep and muddy mountain road that was not easy to walk for a long time. At this time, her forehead was still a little sweaty, her face had not completely recovered, and the parts of her cheeks that were not covered by the black and blue birthmarks were pale.

And Nanxu's charming phoenix eyes were stunned when they saw Xie Zhao turning around.He subconsciously frowned, his eyes passing over Xie Zhao's unrecognizable facial features inch by inch.

Then, he frowned and glanced at her figure, which was almost bone-less than a year and a half ago.

To be honest, if Xie Zhao had the face and frail figure she had now, even if she walked face to face with him, he might not recognize her.

But coincidentally, the place where she happened to bump into her was here, a mountain behind the Shentai Palace that ordinary passers-by seldom set foot on.

And at that exact moment, the back of her playing with the rain flower stone in her hand and the small movements on her fingertips were so familiar that it made him suspicious, and he couldn't help but observe silently.

Who knows, it’s okay if you don’t observe. The more you observe, the more you feel that this person’s back is almost completely different from the person in your memory, but it’s actually so familiar that it makes people’s hearts beat!
It's a kind of sixth sense...

Even the most magnificent Priest of Nanxu could not explain clearly at the moment.

Although the various appearances of Zhaoge's Sleepless City and the unusual silence of the road-scarred bird all pointed to the fact that she was dead.

However, when Nanxu repeatedly used divination to ask the sky for divination, she discovered that although her life star was about to be extinguished, or even so weak that it could barely see the light, her fire had not completely stopped.

Therefore, he never believed that she was really dead.

In the past year or so, he has conducted divination and divination more than ten times, just to find out the clues about her whereabouts and prove that she is still alive in the world.

It's just that the major and minor Sanskrit arts that Fu Jingci practiced came from the same school as his star-catching master, so there was a natural barrier to his secret arts.

Therefore, even he could not use the star-catching technique to guide her to her true location.

But what about her?

He's obviously not dead, but he's now half-dead, and yet he still refuses to come back?

"Dumb?"

Nanxu's face really didn't look good.

"I was afraid that I would hear my voice, so I pretended to be mute and said nothing. Do you think you can get away with it this way - symbols, scenes, and words."

He almost gritted his teeth and spit out the last name word by word.

Xie Zhao blinked with an innocent look on her face. She gently touched her lips and said helplessly:

"Sir, seeing how elegant and exquisite your outfit is, you must have an extraordinary background.

I am just a trafficker and a pawn, a low-ranking and unknown person in the world, how can I meet the young master?Did you get the wrong person? "

Nanxu took a deep breath.

But this was not the first day he met Fu Jingci. This person had never been honest, and he had already expected it.

So he sneered.

"Oh, really? But I feel that you have extraordinary abilities and will definitely achieve something in the future.

In this case, if you don't become my disciple, I will accept you as my disciple. "

Xie Zhao immediately shook his head quickly and smiled apologetically.

"This doesn't make sense. What kind of person you are, how can you bear this?"

Nanxu almost laughed angrily. He glanced at her calmly and said in a calm tone:
"Since I recognized the wrong person, I guess you don't know me. If you don't know where I came from, how can I not bear it?"

Xie Zhao looked sincere.

The expression was as if Nanxu had asked an extremely obvious and stupid question very unreasonably.

"Sir, I just told you that you are well-dressed and have an extraordinary temperament. It seems that you are not from an ordinary family.

So even though I am a stranger to you, I still know that I am not worthy.I am a poor person with a low life and a poor fortune——"

Nanxu smiled coldly and interrupted her.

"——In my opinion, you are not a mean person, you are a mean mouth. And if you don't see Minghe, your heart won't die, and if you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears."

Xie Zhao said helplessly, shrugged slightly, and looked at him with a slightly reproachful look.

"Sir, I'm not talking about you. You look so elegant and upright, why are you so impetuous? It's wrong to curse others."

Nanxu's eyes contained anger, and he said coolly:
"Really? I think I'm showing compassion and mercy before I hit you at this time."

Xie Zhao: "."

On this day, there was no way to talk at all.

Can't talk at all.

(End of this chapter)