Beyond the Divine States

In the dim light of heaven and earth, the Imperial Palace appears silent in the depths of the halls. The far-reaching roof is like the wings of Kunpeng, and the glazed tiles in the rain are flowing with quiet colors.

All the lanterns in the palace were on. The young emperor stood by the golden pillar wrapped with dragons and looked at the rain.

He recalled that he had just entered the palace in a small blue and white sedan chair. As the supreme of a country, the woman in the sedan chair didn't even have the etiquette to get out of the sedan chair and drove to the deep of the palace as if he couldn't see herself.

Fortunately, those ministers bowed or crawled, and no one should have seen their embarrassing scene.

He sighed and recalled the shadow of the flowing light between the white curtain and the blue and white. Although he had not met, he felt that the women in his harem had become rouge.

It's a pity that I didn't get the fairy way.

In my mind, I saw a figure running to here under the steps in the distance.

"Song side?" The emperor narrowed his eyes, with some foreboding in his heart.

The song adults did not umbrella, carrying some cumbersome broad under the flap, under the autumn rain ran over.

"Song Aiqing came to see me today. Why are you in such a hurry?" The emperor put his hand in front of him and looked at him gently.

Song side knelt down to salute, "see your majesty..."

The emperor picked him up, dusted the rain off his clothes and asked, "but what's the matter?"

Song side anxiously said: "I just got the secret report. At Maoshi today, a group of assassins sneaked into the imperial city. Now I think they have scattered into the imperial palace."

The emperor frowned, but remained silent, and continued to ask, "can you find out their origin?"

Song side way: "most of the assassins are from the song state, one of them is extremely ostentatious, there are many spies in different places witnessed him, according to intelligence, that is the first assassin of the state of Yao... Colorful clothes ghost."

The emperor was so worried that he looked around and said, "who let them in? Who are they coming in to kill? "

Song side immediately said: "it has been found out, and most of them are gathered outside the Guoshi mansion!"

When the emperor heard the three words of guoshifu, he was very relieved. On the surface, he pretended not to know it. He said with grief, "although guoshifu is old, he is the Minister of Zhao's humerus. These villains want to destroy Zhao's foundation! It is said that sister Xiang'er is also in the National Teacher's palace now... I often feel guilty about his mother's death. Now I am incompetent in this situation. Now I let the experts in the palace surround the National Teacher's palace together. Can I save them? "

Song side immediately comforted: "Your Majesty is in Zhao state. I come to see your majesty today. I hope your majesty will guard against death and never let those villains infiltrate into this deep palace!"

The emperor nodded gently and said confidently, "now all the masters of Zhao are gathered here, and there is another immortal woman sitting in the temple. I don't think they dare to come here to die today, let alone..."

There was a smile on the emperor's face, and he leaned back slightly, with a trace of dignity in his tone: "what's more, I hold the rosefinch fire pestle in my hand. If they really dare to attack, and the rosefinch kills the array together, I will be like a God in this palace. What's the fear?"

Hearing the speech, the song side was obviously relieved and echoed: "what your majesty said is very true. It's because I've been worried too much."

This is a conversation that happened in the palace before xueyujun ascended the city.

The young emperor looked at the more and more heavy rain and the bleak autumn rain in the dim sky. He could not help thinking of the blue and white sedan chair. His jealousy and admiration were mixed in his heart. He wanted to hold the rosefinch fire pestle to see who was better in the palace and the fairy woman.

Can the immortal sect be so arrogant?

Song stood beside him and whispered something. Seeing his majesty looking at the autumn rain, he looked bleak. He couldn't help remembering that he had been running up and down these 20 days. He also felt exhausted. His face, which should have been full of vitality, now showed his old state.

Then there was a loud noise outside the palace. With the sound of birds tearing the sky, the news of Xueyu's coming to the city spread like a plague.

Hidden in the dark around the palace, the masters are like enemies.

After hearing the news, the young Emperor didn't respond to it for a short time. Then he saw a white rainbow rising from the ground, flying over the palace and passing through the vast autumn rain.

At that moment, he couldn't help shaking all over. He grabbed song's official clothes and said, "come on, follow me to the palace."

Song's side was obviously flustered. The blood feather King's reputation spread for decades in the state of Zhao, and even became a royal monster for many women to frighten their children. Now the legend shines into reality, and the fear in the bottom of my heart is like the chill from the deep well.

"Your Majesty wants to..."

The emperor's expression is firm, "take rosefinch to burn fire pestle, I want to open rosefinch to kill array!"

Song side was even more flustered: "Your Majesty must not, this thing is extremely dangerous. Your Majesty's body must not be dangerous. It's better to find a prince with the blood of the Emperor..."

Song side did not go on, because the emperor turned his head and looked at him with anger.

Song Fanran woke up and knew that he had touched his scales. Since the founding of the state of Zhao, only the emperor can inherit the power of burning fire pestle with rosefinch. How can it fall into the hands of others? What's more, letting others control the Imperial Palace array may lead to what kind of situation.

The emperor looked at him, and his anger in his eyes was slowly suppressed. He sighed and said, "I know that song Aiqing is also thinking about me, but I really can't see that all the people are tired by those demons any more. Today, when Xueyu comes back, there must be a big conspiracy behind it... I have made up my mind. Don't persuade me."

Song side deeply a ceremony, moved way: "Your Majesty is worthy of the king of Zhao!"

The emperor nodded gently and said, "don't waste time. Now the situation is still under control. Please follow me to get the pestle."

Song side slightly Leng, doubt way: "Your Majesty... This is the top secret of the country, how can I enter the forbidden area at will?"

The emperor looked at him and said, "although the rosefinch fire burning pestle is a divine thing, every time you use it, the person who takes it will be killed... Mr. Song has devoted himself to it for decades. I don't doubt you. Come with me."

Song side immediately understood that the emperor wanted to get the pestle for him, and he said he didn't doubt himself, because he didn't have the blood of the emperor, and he couldn't drive the pestle after taking it

In his heart, he sneered, but on his face, he was as calm as death. His voice was generous: "I'm willing to go to the sea for the state of Zhao."

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This is a rain in late autumn. No matter how heavy or urgent the rain is, it just gives people a bleak feeling.

Many big branches of the yellow leaves finally can not hang, was knocked down in the autumn rain, piled up all over the ground.

In the other courtyard of the prince's mansion, Ning stood by the window for a long time, watching the rain outside. Ning Xiaoling was reclining on a chair, with a black fur coat under his body and more clothes on his body. He looked round.

"Elder martial brother, I'm afraid..." Ning Xiaoling wrapped up her clothes and looked at the rain with deep fear in her eyes.

Ning long closed the window and asked, "what are you afraid of?"

Ning Xiaoling timidly said: "there must be something big happening in this city. It's said that the fire at the city gate affects the fish in the pond. We'd better leave earlier. We shouldn't go through the muddy water."

Ning Changchang said, "younger martial sister, do you have any wishes?"

Ningxiaoling slightly surprised, with the body moved the chair, afraid: "now this imperial city is really so dangerous?"

Ning Changjiu said with a smile: "I just asked, no other meaning."

Ning Xiaoling raised her head and shook her chair with a thump, thinking and saying, "I want to be a Taoist."

Ning Changchang said, "aren't we?"

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "I mean that kind of real Taoist, of course, I'm not enough. Well, it's not enough to capture water. I want to be a Taoist like sword to subdue the demons, Fu Chi to subdue the ghosts."

Ning Changjiu looked at her in surprise and asked, "why do you have this idea?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and thought about it. She just said, "I used to think about it casually, but a year ago, I got xiantianling. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my fantasy was clear."

Ning Changjiu sat down beside her and asked, "would you be angry if I locked you here now?"

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Why are you angry?"

Ning Changchang said: "now there is a big ghost in the imperial city. Since you want to be a real Taoist, I should take you to have a look."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head: "I'm not stupid. What if I lose my life?"

Ning looked at her black and white eyes for a long time and said, "younger martial sister, if you have any difficulties now or in the future, just tell me that I will stand on your side."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him, his eyes flashing, and he wanted to say nothing.

She nestled in the chair, and her body became more bent. She said, "I'm fine... Elder martial brother, tell me your story. What chance did you get? Now you are so powerful. You used to be a fool."

"I don't have a story." Ning long thought for a while and said, "why don't I tell you a story about a little Taoist?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "good."

Ning long began the story: "once upon a time there was a mountain on which there was a Taoist temple. There were seven disciples in the temple. The youngest disciple was responsible for closing the temple every day."

Ning Xiaoling asked, "where is the master in Guanli?"

Ning Changchang replied: "master has been closed for decades, and he never cares about his disciples. In that Taoist temple, everyone listens to the words of the first elder martial sister and the second elder martial brother. The second elder martial brother took the lead in the view of the little Taoist. When he was very young, he read a list, which clearly planned his future 12 years of monastic career, including what to learn when he started, how long to complete it, when to become spiritual, when to break the border, and even when to get married. "

"Is this all written by that master? Life is impermanent. No matter how clear a person's life is, there will always be changes. " Ning Xiaoling questioned.

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "no, the master is a real immortal. The youngest disciple practices step by step according to the plan, and every step fits the rules and regulations on the paper."

Ning Xiaoling didn't believe: "how can there be such an immortal in the world? What's next? " Ning Changchang said: "next, the little Taoist practiced according to the master's arrangement. When he was 16 years old, he refused the marriage arranged by the master and was only willing to continue to practice." Ning Xiaoling's eyes brightened: "is this a variable?" Ning Changchang shook his head with a smile: "not to mention, this is the last year of those 12 years. After the little disciple refused to marry, the second elder martial brother gave him a new list. That's what he will do in the next 12 years. Every item and time point is very clear." Ning Xiaoling asked: "if he agreed to the marriage?" Ning Changchang said: "no matter how you choose a fairy like that, she has her own arrangement." Ning Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully: "what happened later?" Ning Changchang said: "later, the little Taoist practiced seriously according to the path drawn by the master. Twelve years later, the road was complete and the moon was full. He flew up with the six elder martial brothers and sisters in the temple." Ning Xiaoling is waiting for him to continue to say, but Ning has not spoken for a long time. Ning Xiaoling is surprised and says, "no more?" Ning did not answer for a long time. Ning Xiaoling was very angry: "what kind of story is this? So boring! Elder martial brother, you are trying to fool me. " Ning Changjiu's mouth showed a faint smile: "yes, that kind of life is so boring." Rather than give up, Ning Xiaoling continued to ask, "what about the master? The little disciple didn't see such a fairy like figure at a glance? " Ning long way: "see." Ning Xiaoling looks slightly different. Ning Changjiu held the back of the chair with both hands and listened to the rain outside. He said: "when the little disciple ascended, the master broke through the view and came out. A sword pierced his heart. A sword broke his supposed perfect xiantianling. Then the little disciple was knocked down from the cloud cliff, and his life and death were uncertain." Ning Xiaoling looked into his eyes. Her hand wrapped in fur clothes suddenly tightened. She said, "although the ending just now is boring, you don't have to make it up to fool me. There is no master in the world to kill me..." then she suddenly became silent. Looking at Ning Changjiu, she remembered that she and he were almost killed by the master. What can't be killed if you are not close relatives? Ning Xiaoling sighed: "that little Taoist is really poor, if there is an afterlife..." Ning long quietly interrupted: "how can there be an afterlife in this world?" Outside the window, the ancient bell of the Imperial City rang. Not long after that, the roar of thunder began. The autumn wind seems to be blown up by the autumn thunder. When the window is not closed tightly, the rain wrapped in the dead leaves blows in, and the poems and books on the case are all over the place. Ning long did not immediately close, but looked out of the window in silence. Ning Xiaoling turned his head and looked at his face carefully. It was so close, but it was like the stars in the night sky that people looked up at in the field. Each one was a bright and twinkling ghost. You can only see light, but not skin It's raining harder. Xueyujun squats by the lake with a red umbrella in his mouth. In order to save his strength, he doesn't even cover the autumn rain with Demon power. Now he's drenched all over and looks like a drowned chicken. At the moment, it is staring at the lake without tears. Then it found that the surface of the lake seemed to be covered with a shallow layer of frost, which rose and fell with the tide and condensed into colder and harder ice. From time to time, thunder lights lit up the scales like clouds above the sky, and the sound was deafening. The three figures on the lake have collided with each other, and then disappeared in the autumn rain at a very fast speed. It's hard to catch the sight, only to see the storm raised by the spirit power. But in the Imperial City, the young emperor ran out in a panic. He lost his imperial demeanor and fell into the heavy rain one by one, crying out: "come on! Come on... Song side, song side is reversed! "