Beyond the Divine States

Ning Changjiu said: "a person, a familiar person, I can vaguely feel that he is in the imperial city. I feel that as long as I see him, I can solve many puzzles in my heart."

Ning Xiaoling heard more and more mysteriously and asked: "what's the puzzle in elder martial brother's heart?"

Ning Changchang said, "who am I?"

Ning Xiaoling was cold in the heart and said with a smile: "don't scare me, elder martial brother... By the way, who are you looking for, elder martial brother?"

Ning Changchang was not sure: "maybe it's a younger martial brother or a lovely younger martial sister like you. In a word, he is also in the imperial city now. I can't confirm his position, but I can feel it vaguely."

Ning Xiaoling curled her lips: "it turns out that elder martial brother is looking for younger martial sister."

Ning long smile, rubbed her head, said: "take good care of the body, your congenital spirit is broken again, need good life recovery."

Ning Xiaoling slightly surprised, asked: "you know?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile, "it's something to be proud of to be able to work properly. Now that master is dead, you don't have to hide it from anyone."

Ning Xiaoling muttered: "it's a pity that my little fox is like a little mouse now, and it's born without a tail."

Ning Changchang said, "except for the twelve, all the spirits in the world are congenital and incomplete."

The twelve... Ning Xiaoling is excited.

People are always in great fear and awe of mysterious and unknown things. At the same time, they can't help but grow up with great curiosity. Finally, she is just a 13-year-old girl. Since she got married, she has been very curious about those things, and she still can't help saying:

"Do the Twelve Gods and their seclusion really exist?"

She looked at the elder martial brother expectantly with watery eyes.

Ning long rubbed her head and said with a smile, "I'm your elder martial brother, and I'm not an immortal. How can I know?"

"Er..."

She looked at Ning Changchang in dismay. She only felt that the temperament of "elder martial brother" was changing too fast for her to adapt.

She still did not give up and asked, "what does elder martial brother know?"

Ning thought for a long time and said, "I've read some legends about the twelve lords of seclusion. You sleep well and I'll have a chance to tell you later."

Ning Xiaoling puffed her cheeks and let out an angry voice.

Ning Chang Chang talks with her again, and then rubs her eyebrows to calm her down. After she goes to sleep, Ning Chang cleans up the broken porcelain and sawdust on the ground, and then goes back to his couch and looks at the tiny red lights outside the window, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, he wiped the corner of his mouth.

It's blood.

Before that, he broke the woman's battle in one fell swoop, and then saved Ning Xiaoling with a very fast speed. Before the assassin left, he pushed his opponent's knife into the sheath and shattered it.

After all this, he felt great exhaustion.

That night's one not only killed Ning Qishui's corpse, but also absorbed his lifelong cultivation.

These days, he often thinks, what can he do with one go?

So tonight he took this opportunity to try, but the answer didn't satisfy him.

This is too different from the self in memory. Originally a great lake, Linghai has shrunk into a small pool.

As for whether he can retreat from the turbulent Imperial City, he is not so confident.

But he must find the person and untie the answer in his heart, otherwise he will not be at ease.

In the game, Zi has fallen. Naturally, there is no room for repentance. It's just that it's hard to practice. These accomplishments should be used less. After today, we should never waste them at will.

He thought about it and looked out of the window.

"Time should be up."

Sure enough, his voice just fell, across two long corridors of a small courtyard, there is a cry for help, that is the direction of the woman's boudoir.

The person calling for help is Zhao Shisong.

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The lights of guoshifu were still on, and the patrolling guards looked at the sky in fear.

They know who's in the house at the moment.

Three years ago, blood was set up in front of the steps of Qianyu hall, and Zhao xianger was famous. Now that the towering hall has been destroyed, and his close relatives have died. Three years ago, the girl dressed in blood in the setting sun, what would it look like?

But since Zhao xianger entered the mansion, there was no movement. The burning lights in the mansion were very quiet.

At a certain moment, a bodyguard suddenly looked at the night.

Just now he heard a small bird.

The bodyguard around him also heard it, but he didn't care: "recently, there are all kinds of strange birds in the city. It's said that they have something to do with the ghost bird. It's said that the blood crows hover in the middle of the night in those haunted houses attacked by ghost bird, which can make noise all night."

After hearing this, the man sighed: "it's said that the wizard master has gone out of the pass. I only hope that the master will be able to do it sooner or later. I don't have to worry about it every day."

But in the guoshifu, the window opened.

A scarlet finch stayed on the girl's snow-white palm and spat out a note in her mouth.

Zhao xianger put out his finger to tease its feathers. The little scarlet finch let out a few satisfied calls and left with wings.

She went to the table, opened the scroll, and frowned slightly as her eyes passed.

"Little Taoist?"

After drinking the herbal medicine, the national master in a broad-minded robe slowly calmed down. He sat down with his knees crossed. He was really meditative. Seeing that the girl's eyes were slightly different, he couldn't help asking:

"But there are variables?"

Zhao xianger rolled up the note and threw it into the brazier.

"No

She thought of the little Taoist. She had a look at him in the general's mansion today. At that time, she saw his eyes touch her and didn't retreat. She thought he was crazy and didn't think much about it.

At the moment, it seems that those who can make Tang Yu take the risk of sending a message to the cardinal are not ordinary people.

But if the trend really, even if she is just being coerced forward, and then looking for the opportunity.

What can a young Taoist be changed by his amazing talent?

She put down the uneasiness in her heart and silently recalled the Taoist's face, thinking that it would be better to have more embankments in the future.

At the moment, all she needs to do is to take advantage of the protection of guoshifu to recuperate.

"Nowadays, many people come into the imperial city. It's not only the kingdom of Yao, but also the legend that the kingdom of Rong has disciples of the sword sage to seek revenge for their elder martial brother. Many assassin organizations even go out of their way. Do you really have confidence to deal with it?" The old man sighed.

Zhao xianger said, "if you only rely on me, of course not."

The old man became more and more puzzled: "the Qianyu hall has been destroyed. Although you can escape for a while with the grand array of the national master's palace in your hand, it is only a turtle shell after all. Although it looks hard, it will be broken when you hit a stone."

Zhao xianger looked at him and said faintly, "Sir, do you really don't know, or don't you dare to think in that direction?"

This sentence was like a knife, which pierced the old man's last fluke. In his turbid eyes, he quickly outlined the blood, but under the suppression of the decoction, the spiritual power in his body seemed to be rootless water, which could not supply the upper body.

He looked at Zhao xianger steadily, his voice was slow but almost hoarse: "are you going to destroy the country? But don't forget that you are not royal and have no royal blood. Even if you get the rosefinch fire pestle, what kind of control do you take? Today's emperor, on the one hand, he won't listen to you. On the other hand, his frail body, how can he sustain the counter attack of the fire pestle? "

"Let go... What you have is just an empty dream." The National Teacher sighed for a long time, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Zhao xianger looked at him quietly, smiling like melting snow between his elegant and childish eyes

"Soon after, heaven and earth overturned, phoenix burning city, rosefinch splashing blood. We'll see, sir

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When dawn came and the thin window paper began to penetrate into the light, Zhao Shisong felt his neck, and some did not believe that he had survived.

A young man dressed in green clothes stood in front of him and looked at him calmly: "I have made an agreement with her. She promised to spare your life, but no matter what happened in the Imperial City, you should not let the people in the prince's house disturb the situation. If necessary, you should stand by your highness."

"If you agree with this, drink this bowl of Fu Shui. If you go back, Fu Shui will attack." Ning Changjiu handed him a bowl of clear water and said, "I'm fighting for it for you. If she wants to kill you, no one can stop her except me."

Zhao Shisong was still in shock. He struggled. At last, he took a deep breath, took the bowl of water and drank it.

He leaned against the wall, looking dejected: "thank you for saving my life."

Ning Changchang said strangely, "you have no master of high accomplishments in your mansion?"

Zhao Shisong sighed: "twenty days ago, the two monks were all lost in Qianyu hall, so... These days, I've been in a panic."

Ning long asked: "why do you have to kill that lady?"

Zhao Shisong said helplessly: "the pressure of the state of Yao, the pressure of the border war, the pressure of the state of Rong, the pressure of your majesty, even among the people, there are dozens of people holding the banner of killing the evil maids of the disaster country... This is decades of resentment. The state of Zhao provided for the Qianyu palace for 12 years, but the lady did not respond. The friendship between the state of Zhao and the state of Rong three years ago was broken by Her Highness. What's more, this time... "

Ning long asked: "what happened this time?"

Zhao Shisong hesitated for a while, but still said: "this time, we dare not. The source of everything is that the God of the kingdom of Yao appeared a month ago. He said that he wanted to kill the daughter of the kingdom of disaster."

Ning Changchang was slightly surprised: "hidden country? According to the law of heaven and earth, how can the hermit state care about the world? "

After Ning long finished, he suddenly remembered that he could not touch the laws of heaven and earth unless he had reached the extreme of human practice.

There are countless powerful and mysterious spirits at this time, such as the one who sheltered the kingdom of Yao, as Zhao Shisong said. But the real ultimate God is only the twelve masters of seclusion. Ning long asked again, "what else did the spirit say?" Zhao Shisong said: "he said that if the state of Zhao cooperates with them to kill their empress, they are willing to stop fighting. Since then, the state of Zhao is a subsidiary of the state of Yao, and the state of Yao will also protect the safety of the state of Zhao." Ning Changjiu asked: "when you killed that lady, did the spirit do it?" Zhao Shisong closed his eyes, recalled the scene of that day, and said with lingering fear: "on the night before that day, a painted puppet was secretly transported into the city, which was the container to accept the arrival of the gods. On the day when Qianyu palace was surrounded, the puppet came alive. At that time, we were ordered to light a fire and watched him float in." Ning Changchang asked: "in fact, it is the puppet parasitized by the God who really goes in to kill the empress?" Zhao Shisong nodded and said, "of course! What kind of person can you teach your highness? Even if the top ten masters of the kingdom of Yao come out together, they are not necessarily opponents. Only gods can kill gods in the world. " Ning Changjiu said, "what about the end? What about the puppet? " Zhao Shisong gave a bitter smile: "until the fire went out, we didn't see the empress and the puppet. What we did was to arrange in advance." Ning Changjiu nodded thoughtfully. He was not sure that the so-called God and the legendary empress had anything to do with her own rebirth, but in his mind, the complex thread vaguely outlined its huge outline. Ning Changchang asked, "what kind of person is Zhao xianger in your heart?" Zhao Shisong was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed bitterly, "Your Highness Xiang'er is incomparable, but the empress has never escaped... She is so young, even if she can kill us all, how can she control the general situation?" Ning Changjiu nodded. No matter how strong Zhao xianger was, he was too young after all. He was only an ordinary practitioner. Only when he achieved his innate spiritual cultivation, could he really have the power to surpass the secular Dynasty. Ning Changchang suddenly thought of something and asked quickly, "is your royal highness Xiang'er a match?" Zhao Shisong was stunned. He looked at Ning Changjiu, stroked his beard, and laughed meaningfully: "no wonder the Taoist priest wants to go through this muddy water..." Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "I'm just asking, not admiring." Zhao Shisong said with a smile: "Tut, you are young and lustful. What's more, your highness is such a beautiful woman. You are of the same age. Naturally, I don't laugh at you for giving birth to this kind of idea." Seeing that the little Taoist in green just looked at him calmly without any desire, he didn't go on. He coughed awkwardly twice, shook his head and said, "there were some rumors more than ten years ago, but there was no movement for so many years. It should be a rumor." Ning long looked out of the window gradually bright light, said: "please Mr. Zhao take me to the imperial city for a walk."