Beyond the Divine States Chapter 24: : Fox Shadow Follows the Shape
Almost two hours have passed since Laohu entered the imperial city and the curtain call of the palace battle.
In the evening, Lu Jiajia stopped adjusting her breath. When she got out of the bed, the rain gradually subsided, and the wooden windows showed a faint twilight.
The battle over the palace lasted for a long time, and ordinary people in the imperial city could perceive the different colors of heaven and earth, and her feelings were naturally deeper.
Ning Xiaoling brought her a basin of hot water, and looked at her **** face gradually recovering, and said in amazement: "Sister Lu recovers so quickly from such a serious injury, what did the gods' bones do? "
Lu Jia married and said: "Practitioners have their physique as their own sword, naturally tough and unusual"
Ning Xiaoling nodded seemingly understanding.
Lu Jiamarried asked: "Where is your brother?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother went to the Prince's Mansion to fetch medicine, and I don't know if Sister Tang Yu is back."
Lu Jiajia nodded lightly, without asking who Tang Yu was.
At this moment, night is approaching, and some fire is burning in the room. Her cheeks look white, but not the pale paleness of the previous death, but the pale color like rouge and snow, glowing with a softness that can be broken by a bomb.
She bent her long hair again, put on a jade crown, took a silver hairpin, and smoothly pulled a lock of green silk behind her ears. In the faint light, the crystal clear earlobes were like clear amber.
She looked at the girl who looked at her admiringly, and said, "Xiaoling, can you get me a pen and paper?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded naturally, took a copy for her, and asked, "My sister is writing a letter?"
Lu Jiajia weakly shook his head invisibly, and quickly dropped the pen on the paper after the nib moistened the ink.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the continuous but dignified handwriting, and asked: "What is my sister writing?"
Lu Jiajia asked: "Are you literate?"
Ning Xiaoling scratched her head embarrassedly: "When I was a child, my family was not well, and I was also a girl. How could there be a chance to go to school? I knew some of Master’s ghost paintings, but many of them were ancient. Words have little meaning."
Lu Jiajia kept writing, but he seemed to think of something in his mind, and subconsciously touched the delicate mole at the corner of his eye with the other hand.
She said: "This is not a major event. Tianzong Yujian has a special school, and the gentleman in it is very knowledgeable. I will send you there at that time."
Ning Xiaoling said strangely: "Sister Lu seems very certain that she can escape?"
Lu Jia married and said: "I'm not sure, but at least 50%...Okay, when you are done writing, you can put it away."
The woman gently dried the ink, rolled it up and handed it to the girl who looked suspicious.
"This is the sword breath breathing method of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It is the most basic and the most profound. No matter how you practice, you can't avoid this. You can practice after you learn how to write." Lu Jia married just like that. Regarding her as her future disciple, "It's just that this thing is very precious and must not be spread. If it is discovered, it will only cost a few innocent lives."
Ning Xiaoling somewhat ignorantly took the roll of rice paper filled with notes, and asked, "What about my brother? Should I show it to my brother first."
Lu Jiajia was silent for a while, and said: "In fact, your brother is very poorly qualified. This method of vomiting and accepting is very demanding. If your brother rushes to practice, he will only harm his body and not benefit him at all. "
Ning Xiaoling was a little bit angry and said: "Doesn't that have to be hidden from the brother... It's boring, I won't learn anymore."
Lu Jia married: "I'm secretly writing to you at this moment, just because I am afraid that he will be overhearted, lest there will be a gap in your brothers and sisters."
Ning Xiaoling closed her head and nodded listlessly.
Lu Jiajia sighed and said: "Fate is like this, you don't have to feel guilty if you fall here. This is the destiny of the great road. When you cultivate to the longest life in the future, you will naturally understand more."
"Long life state?" Ning Xiaoling was slightly surprised: "I will be as good as Sister Lu in the future?"
Lu Jia married nodding: "It may not take ten years to practice diligently."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "What about brother?"
Lu Jiamarried: "Cultivation is cruel. He can always be your brother, but he can't be your eternal companion. Your footsteps will become farther and farther. This is something you will experience."
Ning Xiaoling supported her chin, looked at the sword-inspiring rice paper, struggling.
She suddenly remembered something and asked: "What is the innate spirit of Sister Lu?"
Lu Jiama was startled and frowned: "I don't have a congenital spirit... There is no congenital spirit, and our sect has no more than ten owners. My master once regretted that if I had a congenital spirit, With the foundation of my talent, I must have entered the first stage of the purple court."
Lu Jiajia didn't tell her that her sword spirit is even more rare and powerful than the congenital spirit.
Ning Xiaoling nodded, seemingly disappointed.
Lu Jiajia felt a little inexplicable, so he asked: "What do you ask this for?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "I heard Master say before, I don't know what it is, so I asked Sister Lu."
The woman nodded without thinking or asking.
Before Ning Chang came back, she stretched out her finger and flicked the roll of paper with the sword breath into Ning Xiaoling's sleeve. Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled, after all, she silently closed it. Come down.
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After Ning Chang came back, he slid his umbrella aside and said with a solemn expression: "The old demon fox outside the palace and Zhao Xianger should have been in a battle, and I don't know how to win."
Lu Jiama thought for a while, and guessed: "The old fox probably hasn't broken the palace yet, otherwise it won't be such a movement."
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm a little strange, who released this monster?"
Lu Jia married frowned and said: "Could it be that those killers from the country who came here?"
Ning Changjiu guessed some of the secrets of the imperial city, and said: "If this is the case, then they are digging their own graves."
Lu Jia marrying was puzzled, and said: "There are not many people who are capable of doing this. Could it be that Zhao Xianger could do it?"
Ning Changjiu asked: "Why not?"
Lu Jiajia smiled bitterly: "She created a disaster for herself, and then plunged herself into a mortal place, but she still had to fight hard. How does this make sense?"
"It really doesn't make sense." Ning Chang thought for a while, and the figure of Zhao Xianger holding an umbrella came to mind that day, and asked: "I wonder if Miss Lu has seen her?"
Lu Jia married and said: "I heard it occasionally when I was practicing. I came here in a hurry today and I haven't seen it yet. What's wrong?"
Ning Changjiu smiled: "I have met her by chance, I think she is like..."
"What is it like?"
"Like a sober mad girl." Ning Changjiu said.
Ning Xiaoling echoed: "That elder sister was born very beautiful, but somehow, she is smiling, but she always feels like a thousand miles away."
Although Lu Jiajia has never met, but thinking that the little girl can guard the palace alone for nearly two hours, she is solemn in her heart, and she will not think of contemptuously.
"It is meaningless to discuss who did it at this moment." She laughed at herself, and slowly said: "I thought it was only a long-lived monster bird at best. I never thought that it was like an abyss when I arrived here."
Ning Xiaoling frowned nervously as she listened to their conversation.
Ning Changjiu asked: "Do you regret it?"
Lu Jiajia looks resolute: "What regrets do you have?"
Ning Changjiu looked at her and said, "Miss Lu, your health seems to be very bad."
Lu Jiama's heart is slightly shaken, and she calmly said: "Oh? What's not good?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Your breath is heavier, and the sword intent exuding from your body is also a little loose. The future practice is a great hidden danger."
Lu Jiajia was surprised: "Have you studied medicine?"
Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "No, I just can see where the crux lies, but I can't help you."
Lu Jiajia is still confused. She does not believe that ordinary people can see her physical problems and ask: "Your eyesight is naturally good?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm not good at this. I just read some books in this area. Just now, Miss Lu meditated and adjusted her breath. After watching it for a long time, I dared to make a preliminary conclusion."
"You are already extraordinary." Lu Jiamarried praised, and asked curiously: "Then what are you good at?"
Ning Chang thought for a long time and said: "I am good at fishing."
"Fishing?" Lu Jiajia looked confused.
Ning Changji didn't give much explanation. He was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Miss Lu, you have already been halfway through Zi Ting, and now you have fallen back to the state of long life, you may not be able to get through this life. What do you think? "
Lu Jiajia's expression really changed this time, her voice was slightly cold: "You still said you have bad eyesight?"
Ning Xiaoling listened to her cold tone, and quickly persuaded: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, it makes people angry."
Ning Changjiu just looked at her quietly, as if still waiting for an answer.
Lu Jiajia looked proud and said: "Longevity can't hold me, and Zi Ting will also be in the future. I will worry about my life and death at this moment, but I will not worry about the long-term future."
Ning Changjiu nodded and continued to ask: "If Miss Lu accidentally falls back into the Xuan Xuan from the Longevity Realm, or she turns into a useless person who cannot practice, how would you feel at that time?"
Lu Jiama was stunned. When she heard him say that she had fallen back into Xuan Xuan, she felt a little pain in her heart. It was a pain that only practitioners could feel.
After a while, she said: "If I can, I will do it again, but my life is not more than a hundred years old, and time is the only thing I worry about."
In the words, she scrutinized the young man in front of her with a sword eye, but she didn't notice the slightest strangeness. Is it really just the talent of this young man in her heart?
In the depths of Ning Changjiu's eyes, pain and sorrow flashed by. He was silent for a while before smiling and admiring: "Ms. Lu is really a swordsman and she is so bright and admirable."
Lu Jiajia has always been aloof without questioning the world. Now he is praised by an ordinary teenager who is ten years younger than himself. He has a strange feeling in his heart, and said: "I don't understand you a little bit, I can see that you have clarity in your heart. Haughty, although I don’t know where this comes from, it’s by no means commonplace."
Ning Changjiu said: "There are many weird things in this world. If you can get away this time, Miss Lu might as well go down the mountain and take a look."
Lu Jia married nodded and said: "Although Master told me before, it is not suitable for practitioners to enter the world, but after this time, I am willing to try."
Ning Xiaoling listened silently, feeling that she couldn't get a word in. When they were talking about it, Ning Xiaoling grabbed Ning Changjiu's arm and said, "Brother, you should tell me a story. Last time you said that you wanted to tell me a story about a poor teenager retiring from marriage, um... By the way, the story of the little Taoist priest you told before seemed to be unmarried. Is the twisted melon really not sweet?"
Lu Jiajiao was slightly startled and then, just smiled faintly, and his eyes returned to coldness.
She has never been interested in these human affairs, let alone the trail of love.
Ning Changjiu had an emotional expression on his face and said: "If the little Taoist priest can choose again, maybe he will agree to the marriage of the village."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Why?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Because he has tasted the loneliness of monasticism for more than 20 years, he will always be bored by seeing the fireworks in the world for a long time."
In fact, in the memory of the previous life, sometimes it was a summer with steaming heat, and sometimes it was a winter with heavy snow. In countless monastic nights, he did think of returning to the sixteen-year-old node many times. Make another choice.
At any rate, I can be with one more person.
It's just that the clouds have passed, and the girl who had never seen him has never heard of it.
Now he is lucky enough to wake up in this body, and time has passed since then.
Now what makes him most puzzled is that in this imperial city, why is there a unique and familiar atmosphere in the gate?
Could it be that the newly-accepted closed disciple of the master happened to pass by the imperial city?
If this is the case, it would be a coincidence...
I don’t know how the new disciple compares to me...
Ning Changjiu was immersed in his thoughts.
Listening to him, Lu Jiajia gently shook his head.
"I don't think there is anything good about marrying." Ning Xiaoling muttered. She looked at her senior in a daze, and shook her hand in front of him.
Ning Changjiu said: "I remembered something else."
Ning Xiaoling wrinkled her face and said: "Brother is always mysterious..."
"By the way, is Sister Lu thirsty? I'll make you a pot of tea."
Lu married married and wanted to refuse.
Ning Xiaoling got up and walked outside the door.
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Outside the National Teacher's Office, the corpses are broken, blood and water are in a river, and the smell is sour.
The old teacher, who had been in a coma for a whole day after learning of the theft of the Great Seal yesterday, finally woke up.
The maid lifted him up tremblingly, and the old man stepped over the threshold and looked at the sky that seemed to never clear up, and made a sorrow with a sad expression on his face.
He knew that the old demon of the underground palace had been released, because he could detect that the national transport he carried had moved elsewhere, and his body seemed to have moved to a large mountain, which was much easier.
It's just that the situation is already like this, and his mood is getting heavier.
When he woke up, the massacre outside the National Teacher’s Mansion had ended. When the guards tremblingly conveyed what happened outside the door, even if the old man had experienced so many things, he still couldn’t help feeling shocked. .
"Those people you said... are all dead? I can't make a mistake about their identity, even the Caiyigui is dead?" The national teacher felt that he hadn't fully awakened yet.
The guard said: "There can be no mistake, it is said that it was killed by... a ball of flame."
"Flame..." The old man pondered for a while, and said, "Is the witch master still alive?"
The guard replied: "There is a body on the ground, which is difficult to distinguish, but it is preliminarily determined that it belongs to Lord Sorcerer."
The national teacher showed a bitter smile, not knowing whether it was self-deprecating or sarcasm, "Fighting with me for most of my life, now it should have been fortune to rise up against the wind, but I did not expect me to go one step ahead... By the way, what about the others? , Are there any casualties?"
The guard replied: "All the assassins and monks of Rongguo died, and the others, from the princes and nobles to the common people, are safe and sound."
Guo Shi nodded, but was not at all happy, because he was sure that the ancient umbrella was also swallowed.
Three souls...
According to the ancient records, if the old demon's four souls are integrated, the power will change again. By then, no one in Nanzhou will be able to prevent this disaster.
"Xiang'er, how do you want to kill..." The old man sighed and couldn't help but think of the fire in Qianyu Palace a month ago.
This fire lingered in his heart, and it was this fire that made many people crazy.
The old man sighed and said: "Go and count the corpses, and then withdraw the National Teacher's Mansion, don't waste Zhao Guo's luck, save some points for Xiang'er."
The guard takes the order.
Outside the house where the corpses are everywhere, the old demon fox has long been gone.
On the fish lips of a tall eaves hornbeast, the figure of the old fox reappeared. This time, he chose the body of the man with the sword.
This is one of the souls that he separated, and the remaining two, chose the body of the female assassin, kept it in a proper position outside the imperial city, and silently confronted Zhao Xianger.
At this moment, the figure standing on the top of the eaves looks at the haze-shrouded city, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.
He has been repressed with murder in his heart for five hundred years. Although he has killed all the famous assassins, how can he really vent?
In this city today, all people outside of Zhao Kingdom must die.
Of course, the first to bear the brunt is the Xianzong woman who went into the sea like a mud cow after entering the imperial city.
It's so good to hide, but...
"I found you."
The old fox grinned.
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