Beyond the Divine States Chapter 16: : A little Taoist story

In the dimly lit world, the imperial palace appears silent in the depths of the halls, the far-reaching roof is like Kunpeng's extended wings, and the glazed tiles in the rain are full of quiet and noisy colors.

The floor-to-ceiling lanterns in the palace were all lit, and the young emperor stood by the golden pillar wrapped around the dragon, looking at the rain.

He recalled the scene of the blue and white sedan chair entering the palace just now. As the supreme of a country, the woman in the sedan chair didn’t even have the etiquette to get off the sedan chair. She drove toward the depths of the palace as if she couldn’t see herself. go with.

Fortunately, those courtiers bowed their heads or crawled, and no one should have seen the embarrassing scene.

He sighed, recalling the phantom of the streamer between the white curtains and blue and white, and his heart throbbed. Although he had not met, he felt that the women in his harem had become rouge and vulgar fans.

It's a pity that I missed the path of immortality.

Between my thoughts, I saw a figure running towards here panicked under the steps in the distance.

"Song side?" The emperor narrowed his eyes, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

The Master Song ran over under Qiu Yu without opening his umbrella, carrying a somewhat cumbersome and wide hem.

"Song Aiqing came to see me today, why is he in such a hurry?" The emperor put his hand in front of him, and looked at him gently, calmly.

Song knelt down and saluted, "See Your Majesty..."

The emperor lifted him up, wiped off the rain from his clothes, and asked: "But there is a big deal?"

Song side anxiously said: "I just got the secret report. Today, a group of assassins sneaked into the imperial city, and now they want to come and have dispersed into the imperial palace."

The emperor furrowed his brows, but kept quiet, and continued to ask: "Can you find their origins?"

Song side said: "Most of the assassins are from the Song Dynasty. One of them is extremely ostentatious. Several spies have witnessed him in different places. According to the intelligence, that is the first assassin in the Kingdom... Caiyigui ."

The emperor's heart tightened. He looked around and calmly said: "Who let them in? Who did they come in to kill?"

Song side immediately said: "It has been found, most of them are gathered outside the National Teacher's Office!"

When the emperor heard the three words of National Teacher’s Mansion, he understood in his heart, he quickly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface he pretended not to know, and said with grief: "Although the National Teacher is old, he is the minister of my Zhao State's humerus. These The gangsters in the country want to ruin my Zhao country foundation! It is said that sister Xiang'er is also in the national teacher’s mansion now...I often feel ashamed about the death of his mother, and now in this situation...I am incompetent now. If I let the masters in the palace surround the National Teacher's House, can I save them from their urgent need?"

Song Fang immediately said with relief: "Your Majesty is here in the country of Zhao, and the ministers come to see your Majesty today, hoping that your majesty will guard against the dead, and you must not let those gangsters infiltrate this deep palace!"

The emperor nodded lightly, believing himself: "Now I have all the masters of Zhao Zhi gathered here, and there is the fairy woman sitting in the temple. I forgive them today for not coming here to die, not to mention..." /

A smile appeared on the emperor’s face, his body leaned back slightly, and a hint of majesty appeared in his tone: "What's more, I hold the Suzaku burning pestle in my hand. If they really dare to attack, the Suzaku kills together, I'm here. If there is a **** in the palace, what is there to be afraid of?"

Song side heard the words, obviously he was relieved, and echoed: "Your Majesty said it is extremely true, it is the minister who has been worrying too much."

This is a conversation that took place in the palace before the Blood Feather King has yet to ascend the city.

The young emperor watched the heavier and heavier rain, and the gloomy daylight, the gloomy autumn rain, could not help but recall the blue and white sedan chair, and the jealousy and envy in his heart were mixed. , I can't wait to hold the Suzaku burning pestle at this moment, and see who is better than the goddess in the palace on the high seat of the gods.

The Immortal Sect of the World, can he really be so defiant?

Song stood beside him, whispering something. At this moment, seeing your majesty looking at Qiu Yu, his expression was dim, and he couldn't help recalling that he was running up and down in the past twenty days, and he felt exhausted, the face that should have been radiant. At the moment, it is also full of old age.

Then there was a loud noise outside the palace, and with the sound of birds tearing through the sky, the news of Blood Feather King's Landing in the city spread like a plague.

The masters hidden in the darkness surround the palace, like enemies.

After the young emperor heard the news, he didn't react within a short time. Then, he saw a white rainbow rising from the ground, passing over the palace and going through the vast autumn rain.

At that moment, he couldn't help trembling all over, grabbed Song's official uniform, and said: "Quickly, follow me into the palace."

Song side was obviously panicked. The **** feather monarch’s terrible name has been circulated in the Zhao country for decades, and even became the queen monster for many women to scare their children. At this moment, the legend shines into reality, and the fear in the heart is deep. Such as the chill coming from the mouth of a deep well.

"Your Majesty wants to..."

The emperor has a firm expression, "Take the Vermillion Bird and burn the pestle, I will open the Vermillion Bird to kill the formation!"

Song side panicked even more: "Your Majesty must not, this thing is extremely heavy, your Majesty's body of ten thousand gold must not be dangerous, it is better to find a prince with the blood of the emperor..."

Song side did not go on, because the emperor turned his head and saw that there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

Song Pianfan wakes up, knowing that he has touched his inverse scales. The Suzaku Burning Pestle has been the authority that only the emperor has been able to inherit since the founding of Zhao. How could it fall into the hands of others? What's more, letting others control the imperial palace formation might lead to any situation.

The emperor looked at him, the anger in his eyes slowly suppressed, he sighed, and said: "I know that Song Aiqing is also thinking about me, but I really can't see that the people will be tired by those evil spirits anymore. Today's blood feathers You come again, there must be a big conspiracy behind...I have decided, so I don’t have to persuade me."

Song Fang gave a deep salute, and said with emotion: "Your Majesty is worthy of being the King of Zhao Kingdom!"

The emperor nodded lightly and said: "Don't waste time, now the situation can still be grasped, quickly follow me to get the burning pestle."

Song Fang was slightly stunned, and said in doubt: "Your Majesty...this is the country's top secret, how can the ministers step into the forbidden land at will?"

The emperor looked at him and said: "Although the Suzaku Burning Pestle is a sacred object, every time it is used, the person who takes it will be backlashed... Master Song has worked hard for decades. I don’t doubt you. Let me come."

Song side immediately understood that the emperor wanted to take the pestle for him, and he didn't doubt himself, but because he didn't have the blood of the emperor, he couldn't drive it after taking the pestle...

He sneered in his heart, but his face was as calm as death, his voice was generous: "The minister is willing to go to the sea for Zhao Guo."

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This is a late autumn rain, no matter how heavy the rain is, it just gives people a bleak feeling.

Many yellow leaves on the heads of the big branches finally couldn't hang, they were knocked down in this autumn rain, and piled up all over the floor.

In the other courtyard of the Prince’s Mansion, Ning Changjiu stood by the window, watching the rain outside, Ning Xiaoling sat leaning on a chair with a black fur coat under her body, and she was more wrapped up. Clothing, the whole person looks round.

"Brother, I'm afraid..." Ning Xiaoling wrapped her clothes tightly, and looked at the rain with deep fear in her eyes.

Ning Changjiu closed the window and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Ning Xiaoling said timidly: "There must be something major happening in this city. It is said that the fire at the city gate has affected the pond fish. We should just leave early, and we should not go to the muddy water."

Ning Changjiu said: "Junior sister, do you have any wishes?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled, moved her chair with her body, and said in fear: "Is this imperial city so dangerous now?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "I just asked, I didn't mean anything else."

Ning Xiaoling said, she raised her head, shook the chair chucklely, thinking about it and saying, "I want to be a Taoist priest."

Ning Changjiu said: "Aren't we?"

Ning Xiaoling said with a serious face: "I mean the kind of real Taoist priests. Of course I am not enough, um... Ning Qinshui is not enough. I want the sword town demons, Fu Zhi Baigui... That kind of Taoist priest!"

Ning Changjiu looked at her in surprise and asked: "Why do you have this idea?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and thought for a while, just said: "I used to just think about it casually, but a year ago, I had a congenital spirit. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my fantasy became clear."

Ning Changjiu sat down next to her and asked seriously: "Then I will lock you here now, will you be angry?"

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Why are you angry?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Now there is a big ghost in the imperial city. Since you want to be a real Taoist priest, I should take you to take a look."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head repeatedly: "I'm not stupid, what if I lose my life?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her black and white eyes and said: "Junior sister, whether it is now or in the future, if you have any difficulties, just tell me so, I will be on your side."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him, her eyes flashing, and she stopped talking.

She nestled in a chair, her body flexed a little tighter, and said: "I'm fine...Brother, tell me your story. What chance did you have, and now you have become so powerful. You were a fool before."

"I don't have any story." Ning Chang thought for a while and said, "Or I will tell you a story about a little Taoist priest."

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "Okay."

Ning Changjiu started the beginning of the story: "Once there was a mountain, there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and there were seven disciples in the temple. The youngest disciple was responsible for closing the gate of the temple every day."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "Where is the master in Guanli?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "Master has been closed for decades. He has never ignored his disciples. In that Taoist temple, everyone listens to the words of the master sister and the second brother. The little Taoist was led by the second brother. He is very When I was a child, I read a list that clearly planned his monastic career for the next twelve years, including what he learned at the beginning, how much time to cultivate, when to form a spirit, when to break through, and even when. The marriage matches are written clearly."

"These are all written by the master? Life is impermanent. No matter how clear a person's life is arranged, there will always be changes." Ning Xiaoling questioned.

Ning Changjiu shook his head: "No, that master is a real god. This youngest disciple practiced step by step according to the plan, and every step fits closely with the rules on the paper."

Ning Xiaoling did not believe: "How can there be such a fairy in the world? What's next?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Next, the little Taoist practitioner followed the master's arrangement. At the age of sixteen, he refused the marriage arranged by the master for him, and only wished to continue practicing with concentration."

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up: "Is this a variable?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head: "No, this is the last year of those twelve years. After the young disciple refused to get married, the second senior brother gave him a new list. That is the next ten. What to do in the second year, every item, every point in time is very clear."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "What if he agrees to the marriage?"

Ning Changjiu said: "For a fairy like that, no matter how you choose, she will naturally have her arrangements."

Ning Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully: "What happened later?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Later, the little Taoist priest followed the trajectory drawn by the master and practiced earnestly. Twelve years later, the avenue was completed, and the night of the full moon, the six senior brothers and sisters in the observation group soared together."

Ning Xiaoling waited for him to continue speaking, but Ning Changjiu did not speak for a long time. Ning Xiaoling said in surprise: "Nothing?"

Ning Chang did not answer for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling was very annoyed: "What kind of story is this? So boring! Brother, you are deliberately fooling me."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ning Changjiu's mouth: "Yes, how boring such a life is."

Ning Xiaoling did not give up, and continued to ask: "Then what about that master? Such a fairy-like character, that little disciple didn't see it at a glance?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I saw it."

Ning Xiaoling looked slightly different.

Ning Changjiu leaned on the back of the chair with both hands, listening to the sound of rain outside, and said: "When the little disciple was soaring, the master came out, a sword pierced his heart, and a sword shattered what he should have been. Consummate innate spirit, then the little disciple was knocked off Yunya, life and death uncertain."

Ning Xiaoling looked at his eyes, her hands wrapped in fur clothes suddenly tightened, she said: "Although the ending just now is boring, you don't have to make up this to fool me. There is no master in the world. Kill..."

While speaking, she was silent suddenly. She looked at Ning Changjiu and remembered that she and he were almost killed by the master.

If you are not a close relative, what can't be killed?

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That little Taoist is really pitiful, if there is another life..."

Ning Changjiu interrupted softly: "Where is there an afterlife in this world?"

Outside the window, the ringing of the ancient clock in the imperial city came over.

Not long after, thunder rang out.

The autumn wind seemed to be blown up by Qiu Lei, knocking open the open window, the rain wrapped in the dead leaves and blowing in, the poems and books on the case were full.

Ning Changji didn't close it immediately, but looked out the window in silence.

Ning Xiaoling turned his head and looked at his profile seriously. It was so close, but like the stars in the night sky that a person looked up in the wilderness, each one was a bright and twinkling ghost.

You can only see the light, not the skin.

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The rain is even greater, and Xueyu Jun is squatting pitifully by the lake with a red umbrella. In order to save his energy, he did not even cover the autumn rain with demon power. At this moment, he is soaked and embarrassed like a soup chicken.

At this moment, it is staring at the lake with tears and tears.

Then it found that the surface of the lake seemed to be covered with a shallow layer of frost. The frost undulated with the waves and condensed into colder and harder ice.

Above the sky, thunder light illuminates the scaly cloud from time to time, and the sound is deafening.

The three figures on the lake had already collided together, and then disappeared into the autumn rain at an extremely fast speed. The sight was difficult to catch, only the storm was set off by spiritual power.

In the imperial city, the young emperor ran out in a panic expression. He lost his imperial manner and staggered into the heavy rain one by one, screaming: "Come here! Come here... Song Side, Song's side is upside down!"