Beyond the Divine States Chapter 147: : Holding a stroke of the country into a painting

"The beginning of all things in chaos, hidden under the yellow spring."

A thin, tall man is holding a square wooden board in his left hand and a round wooden clapper in his right hand. The clapper sounds untimely, and the man walks through the street as usual, like a patrolling guard.

The lotus boat drew to the shore slowly, with white mist flowing behind him.

"Where is this?" Ning Changjiu asked.

Qiu Sheng was shocked when he remembered seeing this scene in the small town for the first time when he was a child, even if it is the fourth time he has seen this scene now, he still has a drum in his heart, he said: "This is Liantian Town......"

"This..." Ning Xiaoling was shocked. She got off the boat and walked slowly towards the town. The wind blew away the fine hair on her forehead with a long-lost coolness.

"How is this possible?" Ning Xiaoling's hand stroked the wooden pillars on the archway, which showed signs of moldy like water stains.

Qiu Sheng didn't know how to explain this matter, so he had to say: "I will take two immortals in."

In Liantian Town, everything is as usual.

All the layouts have not changed, except that it is getting late and the moon is in the middle of the sky. Everything is strangely quiet.

Even the general gecko and the big spotted frog, who had been lying on the roof all the year round, stopped the confrontation and lay silently on the dark blue tiles, staring at them.

The patrolling rabbit spirit was still energetic. It quickly noticed the few people walking at night, like a big enemy, and then discovered that it was an acquaintance. The long ears were pulled together again, and it straightened the two backs. Carrots, holding fists and saluting, are very chivalrous.

Ning Xiaoling was sure that it was the rabbit essence, and that carrot she gave it was still carrying herself.

"Brother...Is this the same as in Linhe that day?" Ning Xiaoling asked in a low voice.

On the day of Linhe City, they fled from Madame Bone, into an alley. After walking back and forth several times, they would return under a white wall. They turned over the wall, only to find that it was In his own house, Ning Qinshui, who should have died long ago, waited for them with a smile.

The situation today is somewhat similar to that day.

"It's not the same." Ning Changjiu judged: "It was Mrs. Bone's method that resembled a ghost hitting a wall that day, but this time..."

"What's this time?" Ning Xiaoling asked.

Ning Changjiu said: "This time seems to be a bit more wise. Before we were in danger and fleeing, it was easy to be planted with a heart disorder. This time is different. This is too...a bit more open."

But the more so, the more terrifying.

Ning Xiaoling nodded gently, connecting the whole Liantian Town end to end. This is simply an amazing way!

Qiu Sheng explained on the side: "The two fairy masters have misunderstood. This is not evil. This situation has been for many years. Nothing bad will happen. It will pass safely."

Ning Changjiu asked: "How long will it last?"

Qiu Sheng said: "It can be as short as three or two days, as long as half a month, or even a month."

"This is too long..." Ning Xiaoling mumbled worriedly: "If we can't go back, Master must be worried to death, and the next four summit swords will not be missed..."

"Go back to the house first." Ning Changjiu said.

They returned to the home of Qiusheng's family. Xiao Lian was still asleep, so she moved a bench to wait for them to come back.

The large water tank at the door of the house has a few more lotus leaves inserted in it, and there are fishes that often ripple lightly. These fish are moving in a small space like a bathtub, eating small The fish food sprinkled by the lotus never realized that he might become food tomorrow.

The lotus leaf exudes a faint fragrance, and the copper bell hums slightly when the breeze is out of date.

Ning Changjiu listened to the bells, but couldn't feel the ease. He walked into the hospital, and several lonely hanging lamps lit candles, reflecting the bamboo shadows on the wall.

In the wooden building, the light was still on, and Mr. Zhang was obviously not asleep yet. When Ning Changjiu walked into the yard, a gray bird happened to fly away.

Everything remains as usual.

"I'll go see Mr. Zhang." Ning Changjiu said.

Qiu Sheng stopped and said: "Grandpa only invites guests, but he hates someone to go uninvited."

"It's okay, I'll tell him." Ning Changjiu was determined in his heart. He knew that the wooden building was not locked and the old man inside was waiting for him.

The door of the wooden building opened, and the old man sat in an ancient heavy chair. The chair was not hollow at all, and it looked like a black coffin.

"Mr. Zhang." Ning Changjiu called him.

The old man was not angry at his uninvited visit, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Ning Changjiu naturally sat down and said, "I just want to talk to the old man."

"What is there to talk about?" Mr. Zhang said plainly, as if he didn't think this young man could bring him any surprises.

Ning Changjiu opened the door and said: "Have you ever practiced in Yu Jian Tianzong?"

Mr. Zhang laughed: "I only love pens but not swords in my life. When I was young, I was a little spiritual, so I became a painter. Now that I am old and exhausted, I become a painter steadfastly, fighting and killing my life. Sorry, I only think of death like this."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Then why did I see your authenticity in Yujian Tianzong?"

Mr. Zhang asked: "Tianzong actually has my paintings?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "I was familiar with Mr.'s paintings at first, but today I remembered that there are three paintings embedded in the screen in the Neifeng Gymnasium, and the brushstrokes are extremely familiar."

Mr. Zhang did not deny, saying: "Maybe it was bought, it's not a rare thing."

Ning Changjiu ignored his words and continued: "One of the three paintings is a barren man riding an elephant hunting a snake, another is a monster with a group of immortals going into the sea to hunt a dragon face, and the other is a sword lifted into the sky. Nine-headed demon, although those three paintings are covered by black gauze, between the paintings, I still feel the sword intent of Tianzong."

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don’t remember that I painted these. It’s just that when I was young, there were indeed friends in the Heavenly Sect. It’s just that I haven’t been in contact for many years. I don’t know whether it’s dead or alive. Up."

Ning Changjiu asked: "I don't know who his friend is, I can greet him on his behalf."

Mr. Zhang did not answer, and continued: "The three paintings are all common myths. Ba snake swallows elephants, hunts scorpions*, sword cuts nine infants. Many painters have painted them, and they are not novel."

Ning Changjiu looked at this "old man" with a calm expression, trying to find a trace of leaking aura in him, but he hid so well that he never exposed the slightest.

If Feining had known him for a long time, he would feel that he was just an ordinary old man in old age, and would never associate him with a hidden master.

Ning Changjiu said: "The vividness of Mr.'s paintings is by no means comparable to ordinary painters."

Mr. Zhang suddenly turned around, looked at him, and asked: "Have you heard people talk about me before?"

"No." Ning Changjiu replied.

"Then why do you look like that?" Mr. Zhang thought of the first face of Ning Changjiu's earlier. He also couldn't figure out why he, an old man with a shameless appearance, would make this young man a little gaffe. This is also him. What I want to know most now.

Ning Changjiu explained: "Mr. is like an old friend of mine. He and I are friends who have forgotten the year. It is a pity that the old man died a few years ago. My husband's appearance is too similar to him. I didn't react for a while. "

Mr. Zhang approved this explanation and said: "Then you are leaving tomorrow. What are you doing to see me today? Is it because you are not satisfied with the two paintings?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "Mr.'s painting skills are amazing, but... we can't go tomorrow."

Mr. Zhang curiously asked: "The **** is angry again?"

"The **** is angry?" Ning Changjiu puzzled.

Mr. Zhang said: "It is the Ghost Festival. When the Ghost Festival comes, the whole lotus town will be connected end to end. That is the wrath of God."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Which god?"

Mr. Zhang replied: "You gods don’t know, I’m an old man who knows, but there are legends that this was the homeland of a certain god, the lotus pond was also a huge swamp, and we occupied Where the gods once belonged, of course the dead souls of the gods must punish us."

Ning Changjiu was still puzzled, remembered something, and asked: "Does this have anything to do with the southern desert in Nanzhou Central?"

Mr. Zhang is very old, so he is more knowledgeable. He replied: "Along Liantian Town, further north is the Southern Wilderness. After passing Qiongling Mountain, you will see The red line drawn by the fairy became the Red River. On the other side of the Red River is the Southern Wilderness. As for the origin of this **** in Liantian Town, there are different opinions. Where do I know?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "How can I get out then? Is there a precedent?"

Mr. Zhang replied: "Precedents? Yes, there are...Someone came in from outside during the Ghost Festival. It was a little girl. She looked around and left, but that was eight years ago."

Eight years ago... This was a very ordinary sentence, but it had a completely different meaning to Ning Changjiu.

In the previous life, when he was eight years old, the master sister asked him to learn painting with Mr. Zhang. At that time, Mr. Zhang did not come to Dahe Town for long.

"What kind of little girl, so powerful?" Ning Changjiu's words also seemed casual.

Mr. Zhang did not evade: "I was a little girl with a weapon on her back. She wandered around the town and then left."

Four sisters...

Ning Changjiu felt more and more that things were not easy. Except for the elder sister and the second elder brother, the other elder brothers and elder sisters were not on the mountain most of the time. His mission was to concentrate on cultivating the Tao, so he didn’t know the end of those 20 years. What happened.

Now that he has walked through Nanzhou, he has caught their tracks little by little, first the senior brother, then the fourth senior sister...what exactly is the master going to do?

Ning Changjiu smiled: "Thank you Mr. for answering my questions."

Mr. Zhang seemed to be a little sleepy, he nodded and waved his hand: "Then be honest, wait until this Ghost Festival is over, and then return to the peak. Regarding the Ghost Festival in Liantian Town, your Heavenly Sect is You know, don’t worry too much."

Ning Changjiu said hello softly, and then left.

Only after leaving the wooden building, the gray finches fluttered back.

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"Brother, why do we encounter such strange things every time?" Ning Xiaoling said bitterly: "I would be very happy if this happened a month ago, but this time...oh. "

Ning Changjiu comforted: "This time no one is chasing after him."

Ning Xiaoling admired: "Brother can really have fun in hardship."

Ning Changjiu’s worries are actually not less than that of junior sisters. He doesn’t believe in the anger of the gods. He knows that Mr. Zhang must be hiding something from him, and the fourth senior sister was willing to come here, indicating that there might be Lian Shi hidden here. I am interested in things.

Ning Changjiu said: "Tomorrow I will go to Liantang again."

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up and said, "Isn't the brother's bird very powerful? Last time Linhe City could be photographed, this time the white fog shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Ning Changjiu didn't have much confidence.

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the farmers, craftsmen, and weaver girls worked as usual, and the monsters gradually woke up. When Ning Xiaoling passed by the only way, the bunny stared at her for a long time, and then looked like Realizing something, she was a little angry and asked Ning Xiaoling to get the carrot back.

Ning Xiaoling understood that this rabbit spirit might be because she said she was going to leave but didn't leave, thinking she lied to it.

Ning Xiaoling had a hard time saying that, after the rabbit spirit chased him back the carrot, the rabbit left with pride and pride.

Ning Changjiu first went to the memorial archway at the entrance of the town to take a look. The front of the grass has been transformed into a lake. When he turned and left, his nails rubbed the wooden pillars, leaving some traces. .

They enter the lotus pond again.

Next, they found that there was no fog in the lotus pond in the daytime, the sky and the earth were clear, but they were still out of sight at a glance.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were not accompanied this time.

Shortly after the lotus boat walked through, the big python reappeared, sticking out a huge cyan head, and walking with them.

The lotus leaves grow very fast, and some are even higher than the top of the head. The lotus boat is outdated, like a big blue umbrella with a handle.

Ning Xiaoling looked at the exaggerated giant python next to the lotus boat. She was not afraid anymore. She even leaned out and reached into the water, touching its seemingly smooth but rough scales. But the giant python is very docile, just swimming quietly, as if it is his duty to accompany the tourists on a rafting.

Ning Changjiu called out his Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow stood on his shoulders and accompanied him to look at the water, but the surrounding water was covered with sparkling golden light.

The giant python turned its head and looked at the golden crow on Ning Changjiu's shoulder. The narrow vertical pupil suddenly became thinner. It seemed to be out of fear, and it shook restlessly. The body and head plunged into the water, diving into the depths of the lotus pond.

The surface of the water shook a huge wave, Ning Changjiu buckled the side with his fingers, and pressed down the lotus boat along with the entire rising surface of the water.

Ning Xiaoling was frightened. She was touching the snake well, but suddenly something like this happened. She immediately retracted her hand and looked at the senior in surprise: "What's the matter?"

Soon, calm and calm.

Ning Changjiu looked deeply at the place where the black shadow on the water surface disappeared, and said: "It seems to be scared?"

Ning Xiaoling knew that the golden crow was so powerful, she didn't think it was too strange, but she thought about the big snake and said, "Don't scare it like this next time."

Ning Changjiu gently stroked the feathers of the Golden Crow, then held it in his palm and tossed it.

The golden crow flew into the air and hovered in a certain position. Then, a golden line connected the lotus boat, and the golden crow in the sky guided them forward.

At first, Ning Changjiu felt that there was an undercurrent hidden under the boat. Before they knew it, they caused the lotus boat to deviate a little bit, and then changed the trajectory into a circle.

So he asked the Golden Crow to pull the lotus boat, and let the Golden Crow walk in an absolutely straight line in the air. Because the Golden Crow has no innate natural consciousness, it can't be influenced by anything in theory.

The Golden Crow took the lotus boat forward, and the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

Finally, they returned to the gate of Lotus Town again, and the familiar memorial archway looked like a mocking smile.

Ning Changjiu walked down the lotus boat and looked at the wooden pillars on the archway, where there were traces of his previous fingernails.

"We are back again." Ning Changjiu said.

Ning Xiaoling didn't feel surprised, she just mumbled: "This is obviously impossible. How can you go back to the original place if you keep moving forward?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Place your finger on the eggshell, keep moving forward, and finally return to the original point."

Ning Xiaoling thought this time, why the brother is still joking, "Is Liantian Town round?"

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head: "Impossible. But there is another possibility..."

"What is it?"

"This may also be the power of the law..." Ning Changjiu said the incredible conjecture in his heart: "Liantian Town is an existence similar to the kingdom of God, and this ghost festival is one of the rules of the lotus town. One."

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Liantian Town may be like the Fengdu of Linhe City, and it is a small kingdom of God that owns it alone.

Three days have passed since Ning Changjiu made these remarks.

Even if Ning Changjiu felt that his conjecture was extremely close to reality, they still couldn't find a way to break the game.

For three days, they tried many ways, but they couldn't get out of here.

Across the lotus pond is Liantian Town, and across the wheat fields on both sides, there is Liantian Town at the end. The world extends in all directions, but the center points to this only town.

When the lotus pond was rafting, the black python never appeared again.

"Junior sister, have you noticed a very strange thing?" Ning Changjiu asked.

"What's the matter?"

"Lu Jiajia didn't come to us." Ning Changjiu said.

"Brother, are you stupid..." Ning Xiaoling rolled her eyes: "We can't even get out. Where can we get in when we marry Master?"

Ning Changjiu gently shook his head and muttered to himself: "What is Liantian Town like in the outside world at this moment?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother must have the ability, don't you know if you go out and have a look?"

Ning Changjiu also smiled self-deprecatingly.

In Fengdu that day, Lu Jiajia failed to break through because of insufficient realm.

But now, no one knows the strength of Lu Jiamarry better than Ning Changjiu. Her sword-spirit body has changed qualitatively, and her strength is more than twice that of Linhe City, even in the first stage of Zi Ting, against her. It should and is definitely not a rival. If this place is really a dilapidated capital city like Linhe City, it shouldn’t be impossible to cut, or...

Ning Changjiu took out a wooden tube from his arms.

That was the wooden tube that Ning Changjiu gave them before leaving. Ning Changjiu directly crushed it, and the bii hidden in it was also shattered.

Ning Xiaoling didn't know why Brother did this. Although they were trapped here at the moment, they didn't encounter any strange danger.

"Should I pinch?" Ning Xiaoling asked.

"Keep yours first." Ning Changjiu said.

Ning Xiaoling nodded.

The two sat on the boat, looking at the boundless distance, and stopped talking.

They did not try again this time, but floated with the flow. Ning Xiaoling took off a lotus leaf to cover the sun, and the small face under the lotus leaf was more tender than Chuhe.

She was holding the water bored and didn't think she could do anything to break the game.

Time just goes by day by day.

Counting the days, the Sword of the Four Summits is getting closer, but this ghost festival, which looks like a maze, continues abnormally, and there is no sign of disappearing.

In a blink of an eye, time passed ten more days and nights.

Ning Changjiu sat in the room, quietly looking at the painting on the wall.

Qiu Sheng looked at the lonely back of the fairy teacher in white, feeling a little guilty, regretting that he hadn't told them earlier.

"Are these paintings all the works of Mr. Zhang?" Ning Changjiu asked.　　 Qiusheng nodded and said: "Yes, grandpa only likes his own paintings. No matter how good they are, they will not hang on their own walls."

Ning Changjiu nodded, staring at the painting in the middle.

Until the night falls.

After tonight, there are only two days left before the Sword of Four Summits.

Ning Changjiu stared at the poem for a long time.

Then he walked out the door, looking at those familiar water tanks, lotus leaves, and bells, then he stepped over the threshold, walked back into the house, then walked through the house, walked into the backyard, and looked at the wall With the hanging lamp and the shining bamboo shadow, the bright moon in the sky looked gloomy, and a greyfinch fluttered away.

He returned to the house, woke up Ning Xiaoling, and whispered: "Come out with me."

Ning Xiaoling was dragged out of the house by Ning Changjiu between half asleep and half awake.

"What's wrong..." Ning Xiaoling was dizzy.

Ning Changjiu took her to walk the road from outside the house to the yard again, and then asked: "Did you find anything?"

"What?" Ning Xiaoling felt that the brother was a little confused, and said: "It's normal, nothing happened..."

"You take a closer look around." Ning Changjiu said.

Ning Xiaoling was much more sober.

Ning Changjiu took Ning Xiaoling from outside the wooden building to the gate.

"Did you find anything?" Ning Changjiu asked again.

Ning Xiaoling pondered for a while, recalling what she had just seen.

She discovered that they had just left the yard, and the greyfinch flew back. This is something she knew a long time ago. At first, she thought it was just that little bird who was afraid of living, so she flew away when she saw strangers. It's weird to think about it, it's been a month, they should be familiar with it.

"Could that little greyfinch be weird... Is it a hidden monster?" Ning Xiaoling asked.

Ning Changjiu gently shook her head and took her back and forth. This time, Ning Changjiu told her many more detailed things: "When we entered the door, the wind blew first, and the bell rang again, but we went. When you go out, the bell rings first, and then you feel the wind. The time difference between them is extremely short. You can feel it with your spiritual consciousness."

Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes suspiciously, spreading her spiritual sense, and walking back and forth at the threshold several times, and found that it was really the case...Although the difference was extremely subtle.

She also found that when outside the door, these lotus leaves looked very dark blue, but when inside the house, they looked a little pale. She thought it was the light.

"What's going on?" Ning Xiaoling asked in surprise.

Ning Changjiu took her to the yard again. He pointed to the white wall full of bamboo shadows, and he pondered for a while, and said: "This may not be obvious. Look here."

Speaking, he pointed to the lamp hung on the wall and said, "When you enter the yard, the light will be brighter, and the moon in the sky will be less noticeable, but when you come back, the light and the moon will be brighter. Turn it upside down."

Ning Xiaoling felt incredible, but she walked back and forth in the yard, and the greyfinch flew back and forth with her footsteps.

Ning Xiaoling discovered that all of this was just as the brother said, but with such a small difference, how did the brother discover it?

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, now he wants to understand everything.

He knew the doubts in Ning Xiaoling's heart, and said, "Come with me."

Ning Xiaoling followed him into the house.

Ning Changjiu pointed to the unattractive town layout in the center, and said, "Did you see the poem above?"

Ning Xiaoling knows this poem of course. On the first day she was appreciating the painting with her brother, she said with satisfaction that she could write it at this level.

At this moment, she gently read the poem with a different mood:

"The fragrance of the vegetarian lotus shook the wind bell, and the lights reflected the shadows of the bamboo wall courtyard. When I returned home, the bird looked high, and the lone light was like the water blowing the moon."

Ning Xiaoling is still puzzled: "What's wrong, this is what our house looks like."

Ning Changjiu closed his eyes and sighed: "You read it upside down."

Ning Xiaoling frowned, her gaze fell to the last word, and then slowly read: "The bright moon is blowing the water like a lonely lamp, the tall buildings look far away and the bird is home, the bamboo reflects the light on the wall of the cinema, and the bell is moving. The wind shakes Xianghesu..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she found that the poem was as smooth from end to beginning.

And she immediately understood that the poem was reading the poem as they walked into the yard from outside the door, while reading it upside down, it was the scene where they walked from the yard to the door!

The chill caused goose bumps. At that moment, Ning Xiaoling suddenly felt that the world around her was so unreal, and she was still confused: "But... what does this show?"

"This is a palindrome." Ning Changjiu looked at the layout of the town and said softly: "There is no ghost festival here at all. We are now trapped in a palindrome and composing poems. The man, using his painting skills comparable to the sky, and using this small house as a model, influenced the power of this palindrome to the entire town."

"Today, this lotus town is a poem connected end to end."

Ning Changjiu's voice is also getting softer.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened and her breathing became heavy. She immediately turned her head and looked at the small wooden buildings: "Could it be that Mr. Zhang..."

Ning Chang didn't answer the call for a long time, just said: "I have one more thing that I haven't confirmed."

"What?"

"Why didn't the master come to us?"

"This question..." Ning Xiaoling originally wanted to say that the brother had asked it a long time ago, but under this situation, she realized that the brother must have other meanings.

Ning Changjiu walked straight into the hospital again.

The door of Xiaomulou is closed.

He knocked on the door directly.

"What is the noise in the middle of the night?"

After knocking for a long time, Mr. Zhang opened the door, and his face was filled with anger.

Ning Changjiu looked at him quietly and asked: "Sir, where are the paintings you painted for us earlier?"

The two paintings were originally brought back by them when they were parting, but because of the delay in the Ghost Festival, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling never asked about it.

Mr. Zhang did not evade, saying: "Call me in the middle of the night for this?"

Ning Changjiu apologized: "Trouble the old man."

Mr. Zhang endured his anger, led them into the building, took out the two paintings, spread them out, and said, "Do you have any questions?"

Ning Changjiu looked at the two paintings on the table and studied it for a long time before he faintly said: "Sir, for some reason, I think these two paintings seem to have lost their eyes."

Mr. Zhang's anger disappeared, and his face also calmed down: "What do you want to say?"

The next moment, Ning Changjiu's dagger was out of its sheath like a sword, and it pierced the old painter, using that mortal trick.

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The time is pushed back to thirteen days ago.

Yu Jian Tianzong.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling returned to the mountain gate together.

After seeing them, Yazhu smiled and wrote down their names.

Ning Changjiu saluted Yazhu and said seriously: "Uncle Master, I have had a chance for this trip with my junior sister and I have a great feeling in my heart. For the Four Summit Sword, we want to retreat for more than half a month. Please don't disturb anyone during this period, can you?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded in agreement.

Yazhu looked at him strangely, wondering why this young man suddenly became so cultivating.

But this is a good thing after all, and she had seen Ning Changjiu's sword with her own eyes that day. At the Sifengjian sword half a month later, she was full of expectations for Ning Changjiu, so she naturally accepted it. .

After that, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling stayed in the room and never stepped out.

Lu Jiamara was originally a bit strange, why Ning did not go to her after returning to the peak for a long time, but she soon laughed at herself, thinking that he is her apprentice, how could she have such an attachment-like emotion? What? She immediately cut off her thoughts and continued to retreat.

No one found out that the brothers and sisters were fake.

This should have been foolproof.

But Ning hadn't thought for a long time that there was another pair of eyes staring at him in this room.

The eyes came from the porcelain vase, and she watched Ning Changjiu turn from a three-dimensional figure into a flat painting every night like a discouraged one.

She knew this was definitely not Ning Changjiu, but the real Ning Changjiu...

Han Xiaosu was terrified in her heart. She hid in the bottle and didn't dare to move. She only hoped that the other party would not find herself.

It wasn't until the thirteenth day that she finally couldn't bear the pressure of this conspiracy, and determined that she must do everything possible to tell the peak owner here.

That night, she took out the hairpin Ning Changjiu gave her, and sneaked out of the porcelain bottle.

"Who are you?" A somewhat dull voice sounded when she was about to float out of the window.

Han Xiaosu's soul is cold.