Beyond the Divine States Chapter 90: : Haunted

"Do you know what drinking flower wine is?" Ning Changjiu asked rhetorically.

Ning Xiaoling rolled a copper coin between her fingers and smiled and said: "Of course I know, just go to the brothel to drink, spend a lot of money, let the sisters sing and dance, wait until the evening, find another beauty, ah... …"

Ning Xiaoling clutched her head, Ning Changjiu retracted the hand that knocked her head, and smiled: "Junior sister knows so much."

Ning Xiaoling grieved: "I also heard what some seniors in the peak said. They all said that they would go to drink wine together after New Year's Eve. They also said that the immortal master's treatment in the brothel is very good, and it doesn't cost any money. ."

Ning Changjiu said earnestly and earnestly: "In the future, you will not listen to the chats of your drunken and meat brothers, and you will only spoil your sisters. Learn more from your brothers or your marrying master."

Ning Xiaoling gave a long cry.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Besides, brothels generally don't let girls like you in."

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up and asked: "Brother, how did you know?"

Ning paused for a long time and explained: "Because the brothel... has no demand for you."

Ning Xiaoling was puzzled: "Needs? What needs? I just want to see beautiful sister dancing, aren't others?"

Ning Chang was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "How did you practice the Taoist Hidden Breath Technique you taught you last time?"

"I've been practicing, but I can't touch the doorway. The way the spirit channel works is much different from the inner breathing method of the sect." Ning Xiaoling complained, and then said: "Brother pulls away again. Topic."

Ning Changjiu patted her head and said softly: "Cultivation is the top priority for practitioners. Junior sister is the person I miss the most. Of course, I always care about it."

These words are very moving, but Ning Xiaoling doesn’t even eat this set, she sneered: “Hmph, if I said this a month ago, I would be very moved. Now I can see the true face of some of my brothers. , I don’t believe your nonsense."

This time it was Ning Changjiu's turn to be somewhat innocent: "What's the real face?"

Ning Xiaoling didn’t answer, she just said: "But what the brother said just now made me a little bit happy. When I will treat you to dinner, I will give you more meat."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Thank you for your kindness, Junior Sister."

Ning Xiaoling suddenly asked: "When are we going to find Sister Xiang'er?"

Ning Changjiu said: "On the eve of New Year's Eve, the imperial city must be much more lively than here. Then let your sister Xiang'er invite you to try the state banquet."

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The Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom.

Zhao Xianger stood in front of the golden steps of the imperial palace in a black dragon robe painted with gold.

Now that New Year’s Eve is approaching, she has not had much rest. There are more and more affairs in the court. There are many issues concerning the military, battlefield, salary, adjustments of various duties, and public security issues on New Year’s Eve. Even she has some questions. Tiredness, of course, these emotions can't be expressed. Standing in front of the temple, she is a black flag, symbolizing the belief that Zhao Guo will not fall.

Just after seeing the magnificent prosperity of the three thousand worlds in the West, she really couldn't get much interest in these trivial things on earth.

In the original idea, she thought that regaining the lost land of the Kingdom of Xuan was only a matter of reducing the ten guilds, not to mention the death of the top ten masters of the Nation, and Zhao Guo suffered another fall from the spirit swallowers above the five realms. Reiki rain.

This is going down and the other is up. As long as the practitioners of the Kingdom of Zhao slowly rise, even if the soldiers are not bloody, they may be able to regain those lost ground.

But after she really started to do these things, she realized that these things were so difficult to do. The ordinary ascetics were only small and dusty when they entered the army. They couldn't overcome too much wind and waves, and every victory was triumphant. The battle, behind it, is piled up with countless details.

These odds and ends always give her the idea of ​​putting on heavy armor and garb and raising the sword.

Of course, even if she was able to do so, she wouldn't be like that, because her current realm is not enough to support her to take big risks.

Now that Zhao Guo has accumulated abuses for many years, she needs her as a majestic symbol to exist in the center of Zhao Guo upright, and gather the hearts of people who have been broken for many years like steel.

She is the son of Zhao Guoxin, the majestic and mysterious, powerful and beautiful son of the imperial palace.

Zhao Xianger gently rubbed his temples and sighed gently.

"Your Highness."

There was a woman's voice behind the sound.

"How's it going?" Zhao Xianger turned around and asked.

The visitor was Tang Yu. Now everyone in the court knows that she is the most popular person around Zhao Xiang'er. The new empress even directly made her a first-grade female officer with an edict, and the respect of her status surpassed that of Zhao. Shi Song, and Zhao Shisong was of course acquainted. Since that night, after knowing that she was a person of His Royal Highness, she did not dare to have any more thoughts. He had always kept a distance, and now just sent this little **** out.

He originally thought that after Tang Yu's status was respected, he would take revenge on him, but he was worried for two months, and he didn't wait for a long time.

At this moment, Tang Yu came to the temple, took out a stack of slips, and presented them to Zhao Xianger, saying: "These are the lists of dozens of demon catchers and Taoist priests in the imperial city two months ago. All the orders of your Highness have been sorted out."

Zhao Xianger flipped through a few slips casually, and the names of related people were engraved on the first line of those slips.

Zhao Xianger asked: "Who was in charge of these things at the time?"

Tang Yu said: "The veteran officials headed by Song Fang were responsible for this matter. Basically, the slightly famous Taoist priests inside and outside the imperial city and in the nearby cities have been invited."

Zhao Xianger asked: "How many people are there in total?"

Tang Yu replied: "Twenty-four people."

Zhao Xianger asked again: "How many died?"

Tang Yu said: "Eighteen people."

Zhao Xianger frowned slightly, her slender jade finger brushed across the slips, and she wondered: "Why so many?"

Tang Yu was slightly surprised: "His Royal Highness doesn't know about this?"

A faint surprise appeared in Zhao Xianger's eyes: "I knew something before, but I didn't expect so many people to die."

Tang Yu was full of doubts and asked tentatively: "Aren't these people..."

Zhao Xianger gently shook his head: "Those who besieged Qianyu Temple that day, I asked Mr. Xueyu to kill secretly, and then let Song Fang exaggerate those death-like appearances before publicizing them, but these old men Taoist priests have no grudges with me, what do I bother to do with them?"

Tang Yu thought for a while, and guessed: "Could it be that old fox who has awakened a long time ago and started secretly?"

Zhao Xianger said: "The old fox has indeed woken up a long time ago, but he has limited influence in prison, and he has to put the demon species into Ning Xiaoling's body, and will not do those boring things. "

Tang Yu asked again: "Could it be the bloodthirsty demon bird who moved his hands together?"

"It's unlikely." Zhao Xianger still shook her head, and was silent for a moment, before she said: "Those Taoists who had witnessed their deaths? Ask them to dictate the death at that time, organize them into a book and give it to Let me see."

"Yes." Tang Yu took the lead.

Zhao Xianger put the slip in his hand back, and walked gently down the golden steps, the dark robe swayed quietly under the cumbersome and beautiful algae well.

"Actually..." She suddenly said: "There is another possibility."

Tang Yu felt that the atmosphere was slightly different. After calming down, he followed her words and asked: "What is possible?"

Zhao Xianger stopped, her sleeves shook slightly, her voice coldly said: "During that period, the imperial city might be...really haunted."