Beyond the Divine States Chapter 10: : Who is the empty dream of a piece of paper?

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

Ning Xiaoling became more mysterious as she listened, and asked, "Brother...what is the mystery in my mind?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Who am I?"

Ning Xiaoling felt a chill in her heart, and smiled unchanged, "Brother, don't be scared... By the way, brother, who are you looking for?"

Ning Changjiu said uncertainly: "It may be a junior, or a cute little junior like you. In short, he is now in this imperial city. I can't determine his location, but I can vaguely feel it. "

Ning Xiaoling curled her lips: "So the brother is looking for a sister."

Ning Changjiu smiled, rubbed her head, and said: "Take care of your body, your innate spirit is broken again, and you need a good recovery."

Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled and asked: "You all know?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Being able to form spirits is something to be proud of. Now that the master is dead, you don't have to hide it from anyone."

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

Ning Changjiu said: "Except for the twelve, all spirits in the world are inherently disabled."

The twelve...Ning Xiaoling's heart is aroused.

People always cherish great fear and awe for the mysterious and unknown. At the same time, the unbearable curiosity in my heart can’t help growing wanton. She is finally just a 13-year-old girl. There is great curiosity about those things, but I still didn’t hold back his words:

"Do the twelve gods and their hidden kingdom really exist?"

She looked at the brother expectantly with her watery eyes open.

Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and smiled: "I am your brother, not a god, where do I know?"

"Um..."

She looked at Ning Changjiu in astonishment, and only felt that the temperament of today's'senior brother' changed too fast, and she was a little hard to adapt.

She still didn't give up, and asked: "What do you know, brother?"

Ning Chang thought for a long time, and said: "I have read some legends about the twelve masters of the hidden kingdom. If you sleep well, you will have a chance to tell you later."

Ning Xiaoling bulged her cheeks and let out angrily.

Ning Changjiu chatted with her again, then rubbed her eyebrows to calm Ning Xiaoling's nerves. After she fell asleep, Ning Changjiu swept the broken tiles and sawdust on the ground. Then he went back to his couch and watched the red light shining through the window, speechless for a long time.

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

That is blood.

Previously, he broke the woman's formation in one go, and then rescued Ning Xiaoling at a very fast speed. Before the assassin left, when he pushed the opponent's knife into the sheath, he also smashed the knife to pieces. .

After doing all this, he felt immensely tired.

The one on that night not only killed Ning Qinshui's corpse, but also absorbed his lifelong cultivation skills.

These days, he often thinks, what step can he do with his enthusiasm?

So he took this opportunity to give it a try tonight, but the answer was not satisfactory.

This is so different from the self in memory. The Linghai, which was supposed to be a big lake, has now shrunk into a small pool.

He gradually became less confident about whether he could retreat from this turbulent imperial city.

But he must find that person and get the answer to his happiness, otherwise Dao's heart will remain uneasy.

In the game, the child has fallen, naturally there is no room for repentance, but now it is difficult to cultivate, these cultivation bases are used less, and you must not waste it at will after today.

Thinking about this, he looked out the window.

"Time should be almost up."

Sure enough, his voice didn't stop, and there was a cry for help coming from a small courtyard across two long corridors, which was the direction of the woman's boudoir.

The one calling for help is Zhao Shisong.

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The lights of the National Teacher's Mansion were not extinguished, and the guards on patrol looked at the sky with some fear.

They know who is in the house at this moment.

Three years ago, when the blood was established in front of the steps of the Qianyu Temple, Zhao Xianger got a terrible fame. Now that towering hall has been destroyed, and the death of a close relative, three years ago, in the setting sun three years ago, a girl in a blood coat would become crazy What does it look like?

Since Zhao Xianger entered the mansion, there has been no movement, and the burning lights in the mansion have appeared to be extremely quiet.

At one point, a guard glanced at the night.

Only he heard a faint bird song.

The guards next to him heard the same, but didn’t take it seriously: "There are so many weird birds in the city recently. It is said that they have something to do with the sparrows. Those murder houses that have been attacked by the sparrows are said to have blood crows hovering in the middle of the night. , Can be noisy all night."

The man sighed after hearing this: "I heard that Lord Sorcerer has left the customs. I only hope that the adult humanity is immeasurable. Sooner or later, I can get rid of this matter, so that I don't have to worry about it every day."

The windows of the National Teacher's Mansion were opened.

A vermilion little bird stayed on the white palm of the girl Xixiu, and spit out the note in her mouth.

Zhao Xianger stretched out his finger to tease its feathers, the scarlet bird screamed in satisfaction and fluttered away.

She walked to the table, opened the small scroll, frowning slightly as her eyes passed.

"Little Taoist?"

After drinking the decoction, the national teacher in a large-breasted robe slowly calmed down. He sat cross-legged, really meditating, at this moment, seeing the girl's eyes slightly different, he couldn't help asking:

"But there are variables?"

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

"Nothing."

She thought of the little Taoist priest. She once saw it in the little general's mansion today. At that time, she saw his eyes touched her and did not back away, only when he was silly, and didn't think much about it.

At this moment, it seems that it is not the people who can let Tang Yu venture to let the Cardinals pass the letter.

It's just that if the trend is true, even if she is just being carried forward, and then looking for opportunities at the front line.

What can a young Taoist priest change even if he is so amazing?

She suppressed the anxiety in her heart, silently thinking about the face of the little Taoist priest, thinking that there will be more embankments in the future.

At this moment, all she needs to do is to take the shelter of the National Teacher's Office to heal her hurt.

"Nowadays, there are many people in the imperial city. It is not only the Kingdom of Jade. Legend has it that there are also disciples of the Juggernaut to seek revenge for their brothers. Many assassin organizations are even moving in. You are really confident. Cope?" 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 Palace of Dry Jade has been destroyed. Although you hold the National Teacher’s Palace in your hand, you can avoid it for a while, but it is only a tortoise shell after all. Although it looks hard, you still have to hit the stone. Broken."

Zhao Xianger looked at him and said lightly: "Sir, do you really don't know, or do you dare not think in that direction?"

This sentence is like a knife, piercing the last fluke in the old man's heart. His turbid eyes quickly outlined bloodshot eyes, but under the suppression of the decoction, the spirit power surging in his body seemed to be Rootless water cannot supply the upper body at all.

He fixedly looked at Zhao Xianger, his voice was slow but almost hoarse: "You want to destroy the country? But don't forget, you are not a royal person, without royal blood, even if you get the Suzaku burning pestle, you What control? The emperor nowadays, he won't listen to you first, and secondly, his weak body, how can he support the backlash of the burning pestle?"

"Let's let go...what you are doing is just a blank dream." The national teacher sighed long, seeming to have exhausted all his strength.

Zhao Xianger looked at him quietly, and between his elegant and childish eyebrows, a smile burst into the snow like melting snow:

"Soon after, the world overturned, Fenghuo ignited the city, and Suzaku spattered blood. Sir, wait and see."

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When dawn was approaching, and the thin window paper began to let in light, Zhao Shisong touched his neck, not believing that he had survived.

A young man in a blue shirt stood in front of him, watching him calmly: "I have negotiated with her, and she promised to spare you, but no matter how big things happen in the imperial city. , Don’t let the people at the Prince’s Mansion disrupt the situation. When necessary, you have to stand by His Highness."

"If you agree with this, drink this bowl of Fushui. If you regret it, Fushui will happen." Ning Changjiu handed him a bowl of clear water and said: "I'm fighting for you. If she wants Kill you, no one can stop me except me."

Zhao Shisong was still in shock, he looked struggling, and finally took a deep breath, took the bowl of water, and drank it.

He leaned against the wall with a sullen expression: "Thank you Mr. Dao for your life-saving grace."

Ning Changjiu curiously asked: "Your mansion is so big, you don't even have a few masters with advanced cultivation skills?"

Zhao Shisong sighed: "Twenty days ago, the two monks who worshipped were all damaged in the Qianyu Palace, so... these days, I have been panicking."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Why do you have to kill that empress?"

Zhao Shisong said helplessly: "The pressure of the country, the pressure of the border war, the pressure of the glory country, the pressure of your majesty, even if it is a civilian, there are dozens of them under the banner of killing the evil girl... this It was a grievance for decades. Zhao Guo supported the Qianyu Palace for twelve years. Not only did the empress give no response, the friendship between Zhao Guo and Rong Guo was broken by her own hands three years ago. What's more, this time... …"

Ning Changjiu asked: "What happened this time?"

Zhao Shisong hesitated for a while, and still said: "This time, with the courage of us, I actually didn't dare. The source of everything was still a month ago, when the **** of the country was clearly spiritual, saying To obtain the edict of the hidden kingdom, we must punish the daughter of the country who has harmed the country."

Ning Changjiu was slightly startled: "Hidden Kingdom? According to the law of heaven and earth, how can Yin Kingdom care about the world?"

After Ning Chang finished speaking for a long time, he suddenly remembered that if he hadn't practiced to the extreme in the world, he would not be able to touch the laws of heaven and earth at all.

There are countless powerful and mysterious spirits in this world. For example, Zhao Shisong said, the one who shelters the Kingdom of Xuan.

But the true ultimate gods are only the twelve masters of the hidden kingdom.

Ning Changjiu asked again: "What else did the **** say?"

Zhao Shisong said: "He said that if Zhao Guo cooperated with them to kill Niang Niang, he would be willing to stop fighting. From then on, Zhao Guo will be a subsidiary of Yan Guo, and Yan Guo will also protect Zhao Guo's safety."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Did the **** shoot when he killed that empress?"

Zhao Shisong closed his eyes, recalled the scene of the day, and nodded with lingering fear: "On the night before that day, a painted humanoid puppet was smuggled in from the city, and that was to accept the arrival of the gods. The container, the puppet came back to life on the day the Qianyu Palace was surrounded. At that time, we were ordered to burn the fire and watched him float in."

Ning Changjiu asked: "In fact, the one who actually went in to kill the empress was the puppet parasitized by the gods?"

Zhao Shisong nodded and said: "Of course! Who can teach someone like His Royal Highness? What kind of person is the empress? Even if the top ten masters of the Kingdom are dispatched together, they are not necessarily opponents. This world can kill the gods. , Only gods."

Ning Changjiu said: "What about the last? What about the puppet?"

Zhao Shisong smiled bitterly: "Until the fire was extinguished, we did not see the empress and the puppet. What we did was just a pre-arranged thing."

Ning Changjiu nodded thoughtfully, he was not sure, what is the connection between the so-called **** and the legendary empress and his resurrection from the dead, but in his mind, the complex thread faintly About outlined its huge outline.

Ning Changjiu asked again: "In your heart, what kind of person is Zhao Xianger?"

Zhao Shisong was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "His Royal Highness Xiang'er is unparalleled, but the empress has never escaped... She is so young, even if there is a way to kill us all, again How can we control the general trend?"

Ning Changjiu nodded, even if Zhao Xianger is strong, she is still too young, and she is always just an ordinary practitioner. Only when her innate spirituality is cultivated to great success, can she truly have the power to surpass the secular dynasty.

Ning Changjiu suddenly thought of something and asked very quickly: "Your Highness Xianger...is there a marriage?"

Zhao Shisong was startled, he stared at Ning Changjiu in a daze, stroked his beard, and smiled meaningfully: "It's no wonder Xiao Daochang is going to take a trip to this muddy water..."

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "I'm just asking, not admiring."

Zhao Shisong smiled and said: "Tsk, youthful admiration, not to mention the peerless beauty of your Highness, you are similar in age, I will naturally not laugh when you have such a mindset."

Seeing that the little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi just looked at him calmly, without any desires, he didn't go on, he coughed twice in embarrassment, and shook his head:

"There were some rumors more than ten years ago, but there has been no movement for so many years. It should be a rumor."

Ning Changjiu looked at the gradually bright light outside the window and said: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, to take me to the imperial city."