Beyond the Divine States Chapter 11: : Your Highness goes into the well, and the fairy comes in a sedan chair

"Along this street, there is Jiazidian, which is the secret storehouse of the imperial city. The history and top secret of Zhao Kingdom, as well as many old antiques, are stored there, but in the main hall The guards are extremely strict, and it is difficult for birds to approach." Zhao Shisong pointed to a large area of ​​seemingly ordinary houses and slowly introduced.

Ning Changjiu followed the line of sight he pointed at. The mansion at the deep gate, the stone lion lantern, and the guards came and went in an orderly manner, and seemed unaffected by the recent turmoil in the imperial city.

Beside him, Ning Xiaoling rubbed her eyes, still a little sleepy. Just after she was awakened by her senior, before she had time to ask what happened, she was pulled out confusedly.

Ning Changjiu withdrew his gaze: "Great sword intent and killing intent."

Zhao Shisong's fists in his sleeves tightened, and he smiled immediately: "Zhao Kaiguo has been more than a hundred years old. Naturally, there are many killing tools hidden in the Jiazi Palace."

Ning Changjiu glanced at the girl next to him, and said: "Junior sister, can you feel anything?"

Ning Xiaoling glanced at the deep palace compound, frowned and shook her head.

Zhao Shisong looked at the exquisite and lovely girl and said: "I heard that this younger sister was also attacked last night?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "It's hers too."

Ning Xiaoling recalled the scene last night and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, even if the brother arrived, he gave me a hand."

Zhao Shisong said with emotion: "Actually, Zhao hasn't figured out why such a cultivation base should follow Ning Qinshui. What are you looking for?"

Ning Changjiu didn't want to answer this question, but just smiled and said, "Even if I was late last night, the junior sister will not die. This little girl is amazing."

Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head slightly, her expression was extremely indifferent for that moment, as if the wind and snow flowed over her eyes, she was calm again.

She raised her head and smiled: "What did the brother say to laugh?"

Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and smiled faintly.

Zhao Shisong looked at the brothers and sisters, feeling more and more unpredictable.

The three of them moved further away from Jiazi Temple.

Zhao Shisong has a distinguished status, and everyone always salutes him when they see him along the way.

Ning Changjiu stopped and watched the awakening ancient city quietly.

Out of the archway under the palace wall, not far away, you will see a big lake, the center of the lake is misty, red leaves are stacked on the lakeside, and there are maids throwing fish food on the lake, and the surface of the lake is rippling.

Zhao Shisong smiled and said: "This is Qifeng Lake, not man-made. Zhao Ben was built between lofty mountains and steep soil, which is not easy."

Ning Changjiu looked back. The majestic and majestic imperial palace was built on the hills, while the layout of the imperial city was much flatter. Outside the continuous halls, the towns were connected, and the line of sight was further out. Expansion, the village fortresses are also distributed.

Zhao Shisong recalled something, and sighed for a long time: "In the past, the country of Zhao also occupied a lot of fertile land in the south, but more than ten years ago, many of them were ceded to the country of Rong, in exchange for temporary peace... …Unfortunately, later because of His Royal Highness, everything was ruined."

Ning Changjiu pointed to the south of the Great Lake and asked: "Along this road, is the National Teacher's Mansion?"

Zhao Shisong nodded and said: "Well, in the past two years, the national teacher was still full of black hair and spirit. Now the national fortune is dying, and the national teacher inherits the national fortune, and it is also the end of the old state."

Ning Changjiu asked: "The master of the country inherits the fortune of the country, what is the master of the shaman?"

Zhao Shisong said: "The witch master’s line, what he did was mainly to annotate ancient Olympic classics, inherit Taoism, and defend the city. The witch master’s authority over the imperial city is second only to his majesty, so the imperial city If it is destroyed, the witch lord will also be backlashed. In those days, the Blood Feather Lord wrecked the imperial city, and it was the witch lord himself who took the initiative to suppress it."

Ning Changjiu is a little puzzled: "The teacher of the country inherits the fortune of a country, and the shaman inherits the luck of a city?"

Zhao Shisong said: "Exactly."

Ning Xiaoling was listening, and whispered: "That sounds like Master of National Normal University is much better."

Zhao Shisong smiled bitterly, without answering.

Ning Changjiu knew what he was concealing, but after all the matter involved Zhao Guo's top secret, he didn't ask any further questions.

The three of them walked along the lake. Ning Changjiu looked at the falling red leaves all over the floor, and wondered: "It is recorded in the book that Monarch Blood Feather is a demon bird in the half-step purple court. He is very tall. Why did he appear? In the Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom?"

Zhao Shisong said: "Zhao Guojian opened up a lot of originally barbaric land, maybe that was originally the territory of the Blood Feather Lord, if it was occupied for no reason, it would naturally arouse anger."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Is that Blood Feather Lord killed?"

Zhao Shisong said: "It's just expelled. The Sorcerer was also seriously injured for this."

Between one question and one answer, the two had walked a long way, the fog of the big lake was like yarn, and the light of the sun behind them came through, bunches of them like sharp swords, slowly pulling away the cold fog. On the other side of the lake, guards with knives walked back and forth. Behind their intertwined figures, there were large fragments of ruins.

"Dian Yudian?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Ning Xiaoling stood on tiptoe and looked over, looking across the corridor between the high walls, only vaguely able to see the collapsed corner of the magnificent hall, even after a long time, all the cracked bricks and tiles along the way Wet killing intent.

Zhao Shisong clenched a fist in front of him and lost his hand, his eyes were filled with sorrow. The temple that was once regarded as a holy place, now after a huge fire, has not Nirvana out of the phoenix.

"Unfortunately, I have never seen the Niang Niang, and I can only see the appearance of the Niang Niang from His Royal Highness Xiang'er."

Ning Changjiu clasped his fist and said: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for answering all the questions."

Zhao Shisong waved his hand: "Compared with the life-saving grace of the trail leader, it is nothing."

Ning Changjiu said: "Next, I want to take a walk with the junior sister, will it not get in the way?"

Zhao Shisong said: "Naturally, it's just the secret places I said just now. The trail leader must not trespass."

Ning Changjiu said: "I have a sense of measure, and those places are naturally avoided."

Zhao Shisong looked a little embarrassed: "The Prince's Mansion... and Tang Yu, I..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Follow the agreement and stop intervening in this matter. Zhao Xianger should not have time to take care of you."

After the farewell to Zhao Shisong, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling walked slowly by the lake. In the distance is the ancient palace, and the damp leaves are nearby. The golden light on the horizon is shattering, and the fog on the lake is gradually dispersed. With sporadic gold.

Ning Xiaoling stubbornly stepped on the fallen leaves, folded her arms, and tightened the slightly thin dress, her tender cheeks were reddened with cold, and she glanced in the direction of the Qianyu Temple, her brows frowned slightly. , I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"Brother..." She moved her gaze along the high walls of the imperial city, and said leisurely: "What realm are you at this moment?"

Ning Changjiu glanced at her suspiciously, then smiled and shook his head: "The realm is nothing more than people's arrangement and imagination, just like a glass of water. When it is empty, it is empty. When you pour some water, it is water. , The water was overflowing, and it was full... In the process of pouring water, for the convenience of recording, people engraved many scales on them as marks. As milestones, I think that is meaningless."

"Why?" Ning Xiaoling was somewhat dissatisfied.

Ning Changjiu said: "Because the water is in the cup after all, only when the water jumps out of the cup and starts to look for a larger container, that node is the node of the realm in the true sense..."

Ning Xiaoling sighed and smiled bitterly: "But brother, have you ever thought that most practitioners in the world will never see the edge of the cup in their entire life."

Ning Changjiu stopped, thought for a while, and said: "Well, for most people, even practice is just a castle in the air, but you are different, since you can produce innate spirits, you are already in ten thousand people. Above."

Speaking of these, Ning Chang thought of this body for a long time, and his heart was a little dark, thinking about where he can go now?

Ning Xiaoling also thought of her mouse-sized dock-tailed fox, and she bulged her cheeks very unconfidently. She raised her head and glanced at Ning Changjiu, curiously saying: "Senior brother has an innate spirit?"

Ning Chang hesitated for a while before slowly exhaling a syllable: "Yes."

Ning Xiaoling was shocked, and almost blurted out: "What is it?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her calmly: "My innate spirit is gone."

Ning Xiaoling was a little dazed for a while.

Once the Xiantian Spirit appears, it will be connected to the sea of ​​Qi. If the Xiantian Spirit is forcibly removed, the sea of ​​Qi will also be broken and become a waste...

What did he experience that night? Who is the person standing in front of him at this moment?

Ning Xiaoling shuddered, and the fear in her heart had been suppressed for a long time. At this moment, it was more like a needle running through the skin, making her body and mind shaken.

She seemed to ask casually: "How can you not see the congenital spirit, brother, is it wrong?"

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head without answering.

In that far-off memory, the last scene he remembered was a bright sword light that pierced his heart. In addition to the most extreme sword light, it was the most indifferent and the most beautiful. Face.

He doesn't know her name, but he knows that it is his master.

In the vague memory, he vaguely saw his innate spirit being pulled out by her and cut it off with a sword.

She seemed to say something to herself, it seemed important, but he couldn't remember it.

The memory of that life came to an abrupt end, and until he woke up in this body, he only vaguely remembered that he was trapped in a desolate place like a cemetery.

He didn't think about it anymore, looking at the towers of Zhao Kingdom, the rising light of the morning sun reflected the ancient city, and looked like a sleepy beast in the old age.

"Do you like this city?" Ning Changjiu asked suddenly.

Ning Xiaoling sat down on the shore of the lake, her petite and beautiful shadow reflected in the water, she said lightly:

"I have only been here for a few days, where can I talk about likes and hates?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It is very difficult for Zhao Guo to come here for a hundred years."

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "The two hungry wolves of Rongguo and Yanguo are always staring, even if they cut a lot of their own meat, where can they be fed?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Then you know a hundred years ago, why Zhao Guo could forcibly carve out a piece of his own land between them?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I was not born yet, how did I know?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Because there are immortals for help."

Ning Xiaoling also smiled: "Brothers also believe in those legends?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I once read some classics of human dynasties. At that time, I thought it was a legend. Living in the palace these days, I vaguely feel that those legends may be true."

Ning Xiaoling gently shook her legs and said: "What did the brother say? What legend?"

Ning Changjiu also sat down next to her: "That is the true foundation of the country of Zhao. The junior sister is too young. At this moment, it may be a bit bluffing to hear this."

Ning Xiaoling blinked: "It doesn't matter, brother, tell me about it?"

……

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There are many strange birds gathered above the National Teacher's Mansion. Some of them stay on the roof ridge, and some flutter their wings in the sky, but they seem to be afraid of disturbing the girl in the mansion, but they are silent.

The legend about sparrow ghosts caused a huge panic in the palace. The attack on Zhao Shisong last night was also spread in a small area, but Zhao Shisong's own words were very vague, only saying that it was a ghost killing him. Thanks The small Daoist in the mansion was rescued in time, and the appearance and words of the witch lord that day locked the identity of the sparrow ghost on the demon bird blood feather king who had troubled the imperial city many years ago.

Many old people who have experienced the turmoil of the Blood Feather Lord still have lingering fears, and look forward to the Lord Sorcerer's action again and completely kill the monster bird.

People who know more insiders don't believe what Xueyu Jun said. The girl they are most afraid of is the girl who is temporarily staying in the National Teacher's Palace.

She now holds the power of the National Teacher's House, and it is also a matter of the life of the National Teacher, so naturally they are not easy to make a move.

But Zhao Xianger will leave the house one day, so in private, many people have already contacted the country to prepare vigorously. At the moment of besieging the empress, everything was irreversible, and I had to do nothing but to kill together with this highness.

The girl is still in the mansion, but the killer is already on the way.

As for those, the girls in the National Teacher's Mansion turned a blind eye to nothing.

In the early morning, Zhao Xianger took a shower and changed clothes after waking up, and put on a jet-black silk dress. His long hair dyed with ink was draped wet on his shoulders, like a cloud with rain.

The winding corridor is entwined with ancient vines. On one side of the corridor, there is an old well with withered yellow moss.

"This well is connected to the underground spring of Qifeng Lake. It is very sweet. If you want tea, the old man will make a pot for you."

At the entrance of the corridor, the teacher of the country stood on crutches, his spirit became more and more wilted, and his tone of voice became slower and slower.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at the well and said: "The water in the well does not violate the water in the lake. You don't have to cover it up, sir. In fact, I know it all."

The old man's slumped body shook, and the hand holding the crutch couldn't help but force, even if his spiritual power was blocked at the moment, cracks appeared in the floor tiles under the tip of the stick.

Zhao Xianger smiled: "There is a well like this in the Qianyu Palace, one in the Immortal Forest, and one in the imperial palace. When I was very young, I heard the sound of ghosts in the well, and I went down to see it. Over."

The old man stared at her: "So you all know?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Now the Qianyu Palace has been destroyed, and the wells leading to the depths of the underground palace have also been sealed off. I can't go to the imperial palace or the undead forest now, so I came to the National Teacher's Palace."

The old man laughed self-deprecatingly: "The old man thought that my dying body could make His Highness pay more attention to it. Now that I want to come, I am arrogant."

Zhao Xianger shook his head: "The teacher does not have to be self-effacing."

The old man sighed, and the speculation in his heart has now fallen into place. He said in a deep tone: "Do you know what kind of monster is under the underground palace?"

Zhao Xianger said: "I have seen him across the stove fence. He is a very strong old monster. All the killers I have seen in my life are not half as strong as him."

The old man lamented: "Then don't you understand that the meaning of Zhao Kingdom's existence is only for it? If it escapes from the underground palace, then the entire Zhao Kingdom will cease to exist!"

Zhao Xianger looked at him calmly, and slowly talked about that period of history: "My mother once told me that five hundred years ago, dozens of monsters sprung up like bamboo shoots in the sky. The great demon, apart from the twelve masters of the hidden kingdom, there are very few existences in the world that can really kill them, and the masters of the hidden kingdom are limited by the laws of heaven and earth and cannot directly interfere with the world, so they ordered the messengers to go to the world and borrow from the city of the world. Yun suppressed the great monsters, and many barren land where they killed them had no land, so the messengers helped people to open up territories and build cities there. That is the legendary fairyland."

"Five hundred years ago, many countries have risen one after another. The foundation of their country is to kill these evil spirits that have chased the world."

"A hundred years ago, a big demon escaped. The fairy killed thousands of miles, and finally smashed its body under Xiantai Mountain. Then the fairy established the imperial city with Xiantai Mountain, and town the country with four treasures.' Zhao' was born from this."

As Zhao Xianger spoke, she walked toward the well, her dark skirt fluttering in the autumn wind, like a night.

The old man's expression gradually turned from fierce to lonely, and he said in a astringent voice: "Even so, do you still want to enter the well? Do you know how powerful it is? It kills you, but it's just a matter of a finger. "

Zhao Xianger said: "Then you don’t know what exactly it cannibalize? Zhao’s earth movements, floods, plagues, and where many natural and man-made calamities originate from? Don't you know?"

The old man Xiao Cable said: "So what? No matter how difficult these disasters are to endure, it will not shake the foundation of Zhao State. Since this is the foundation of Zhao State, it is naturally the fate that Zhao should bear!"

The fallen leaves at the edge of the ancient well are piled up like red and yellow ink, like rusty swords.

After the autumn rain, the water in the well rose a lot, and her beautiful face was dangling in the water, dyed with the beauty of the water in the well.

She looked at herself reflected in the water and said: "I want to try to kill it."

The old man looked at her, almost begging: "Xiang Er...stop it, it's still too late to stop, those outside who are going to kill you, I will stop for you as hard as I can, just begging you..."

Zhao Xianger interrupted his words: "I will return Zhao Guo a clear world."

After that, she lifted the front of the skirt, held the ancient umbrella, and jumped into the well.

The sound of water in his ears was like thunder, and the old man suddenly lifted it up in one breath. The crutch in his hand was not steady, and he fell to the ground with a snap. He pressed his chest and sat down.

After a while, an attendant suddenly rushed from the pavilion. He squatted on the ground and his voice was panicked to the extreme: "Guo Shi, Master, it's not good, the Great Seal... is gone!"

The old man was stunned for a long time. He picked up the crutches tremblingly and threw it towards the ancient well, hiding his face and said in grief:

"It's crazy... It's crazy, it's all crazy..."

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The water of Qifeng Lake was undulating, and when the bells rang in the imperial city, Ning Changjiu finished speaking about the legend about Zhao Kingdom.

Ning Xiaoling stared at him earnestly, her mind pulled back a little, and asked curiously: "Our feet...really pressing the big monster?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe it is true, maybe the story is just a story."

Ning Xiaoling said anxiously: "Then what if it escapes from the ground one day?"

Ning Changjiu looked up at the sky, "Then I have to take you to escape."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him with watery eyes: "Then you must not leave me behind."

On the official road not far away, two rows of officials were kneeling on the road. At this moment, the city gate was wide open, and the light passed through the high brick wall.

On the arch bridge in the distance, Ning Changjiu saw Song again.

Behind him, a small blue-and-white sedan chair was lifted by no one, but it was suspended out of thin air, undulating evenly, as if the air all around was lake water, gently dragging the flat boat.

At this moment, the sky and the earth are bright, and the blue and white small sedan chair hangs curtains and curtains. Looking along the sun, you can vaguely see a covenant figure in the sedan chair, looking at the flowers through the fog, like a fairy from the world.

Ning Chang hasn't been moved for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling looked at it blankly, already forgot to speak.