Beyond the Divine States Chapter 266: : Seventeen years old
In the wooden hall, the gray-haired Zhu Ding is sitting in an old-fashioned wooden chair, and the ban on the isolation of sounds and spells has been opened.
Ning Xiaoling, Yan Yuan, Ming Lang and three other male disciples sat around the old man and talked about what happened in Linggu that day and night.
"The snake in the Valley of the White Snake God escaped?" Although Zhu Ding had guesses, he was still slightly surprised when he heard the truth.
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "When I happened to pass by the White Snake God Valley, I heard movement inside. It should have been a long time since I escaped, and I have been waiting for an opportunity."
Zhu Ding wrinkled his old eyelids, recalling some past events, and said: "The seal was set by the previous master, so it shouldn’t be loosened...could it be that it has been in disrepair?" /
"Master?" Ning Xiaoling asked: "Is Master the wood spirit pupil in the mouth of feathers?"
"Mu Lingtong?" Zhu Ding frowned and said: "That snake mentioned this name?"
"Hmm!" Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously.
Zhu Ding asked: "Did it say anything else?"
"It also said..." Ning Xiaoling hesitated for a while, concealing the last words, only said: "It also said that Mingjun might return again."
Zhu Ding didn't feel surprised, and said: "Gods are immortal."
"The wooden spirit pupil..." Ning Xiaoling wanted to continue to ask.
Zhu Ding explained: "Mu Lingtong is not our founder of the mountain, but she is also a person of that generation, but she died a long time ago. It is said that she went to the Netherworld by herself and did not return. It should be no bones. Existing. As for the master...he disappeared without a trace since he opened the mountain, except for the hanging statue of him in the main hall of the Zongmen."
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
Zhu Ding looked at the others and said: "What about you? When did the White Snake Temple rise from the ground?"
Everyone began to discuss, proofreading the time, and according to estimates, the birth of the White Snake Temple was one hour after Ning Xiaoling encountered and fought in the White Snake Valley.
As for the origin of the feathered snake, what Zhu Ding said is similar to that recorded in the White Snake Temple: "All white snakes are betrayers. They divide up the power of King Ming and eat away the remains of King Ming, and then Escaped to all corners of the world, and was killed again by other people who coveted the power of the Emperor in the subsequent catastrophes. The White Snake Temple originally recorded this history and imprisoned the traitors."
Zhu Ding sighed as he spoke: "We didn’t think about the White Snake God Valley. It’s too long, and I don’t even remember it clearly. Fortunately, it’s a surprise." /
Ning Xiaoling thought of Feathered Snake’s last words, and carefully asked: "Uncle Master, where is the buried place in the sky?"
This is not a secret, Zhu Ding did not conceal it, and said: "In the Rift God Valley where Luo Shulou is located, it is a large relic wasteland. Luo Shulou is in the middle of the Rift God Valley. Of course, Tian Zang The specific location of the buried bones is probably only known to the host of Luo Shulou."
"That..." Ning Xiaoling asked hesitantly: "Then how can a great **** like Tianzang be resurrected?"
Zhu Ding smiled and said: "I, an old man who is already waiting to die, knows this."
Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly, and then asked: "Are Tianzang and Mingjun unending enemies in ancient times?"
Zhu Ding said: "Xiaoling, if you are interested in this period of history, I can ask the owner of the Lingshuguan to tell you slowly. Of course, the most authentic history is still mastered in the four sacred buildings. In my hand, when the building of the gods is really opened, the historical pictures will be restored on the ruins, lifelike...that is the real wonder of Middle-earth."
Ning Xiaoling waved her hand and said, "No, I just asked casually."
Zhu Ding then replied casually: "Of course Tianzang and Mingjun are immortal enemies. It is said that the Great God Xuanze was caused by them at the beginning."
Ning Xiaoling didn't ask any more secret things.
They checked the things in Linggu again.
Listening to the last battle, Zhu Ding looked at Ning Xiaoling's gaze a little more kindly, as if he was watching his closed disciple.
"Senior Sister Xiaoling was brave at the time, and the big snake rushed over with her mouth open. Senior Sister Xiaoling directly penetrated its upper jaw with a will, and then chopped it off without changing her face like a trial. His wings, arms, head..." Yan Yuan said very excitedly.
Ning Xiaoling sounded a little scared, thinking that she was obviously brother's cute little sister, when did she become so cruel?
Shen Tu must have polluted herself...
Only when she thought of Shen Tu, Zhu Ding asked.
His look is also much more serious.
This is what he really cares about.
The other disciples saw the gaze of Uncle Master, and walked out one by one. Soon, there were only two people left in the wooden hall, one old and one young.
"Tell me about your origins..." The old man leaned on the back of the chair, leaning on the handle of the chair with his hands, and said as usual with the usual words.
Ning Xiaoling heard these words, but vaguely felt a hint of danger.
She probably recounted what happened three years ago.
"This is why I entered the Purple Court." Ning Xiaoling finished.
"Five Dao Demon Fox?" The old man slowly said, "Your life experience is a twists and turns legend."
Ning Xiaoling said helplessly: "I also [August One Chinese Website www.x81zw.me] want to live a stable life."
Zhu Ding looked into her eyes, confirmed that her previous story did not lie, then slowly spoke, and continued to ask: "Then this knife, since the establishment of You Pavilion, it has never been pulled out. Why did you recognize you as the master?"
Ning Xiaoling said innocently: "Such soldiers have their own ideas, how do I know what they are thinking?"
Zhu Ding did not approve of this explanation, but he vaguely guessed the reason-it should be the ghost of Youge who approved this.
He did not continue to ask, but only said: "The white snake escaping from the canyon is not considered a major event until the person is really dead, but Shentu's matter is very important... Xiaoling, if there are other details, you'd better not have it. Conceal."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Uncle Master wants to know anything, I just tell the truth."
Zhu Ding asked: "Did you study the Taoism of Netherworld just to revive your brother?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.
The old man looked at her compassionately, and he didn't know whether to break her delusion, he hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't say anything.
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, pretending not to see his eyes, and calmed down, and said in a low voice: "I found those spirit treasures under the guidance of Shentu. Is this considered cheating? Yes? Lingbao will not be confiscated?"
The old man said: "These are all your chances. My Zong originally pays attention to fate for a few days. Of course, I won't be unable to dig out more than 20 spiritual treasures."
Ning Xiaoling said with unreasonable worries: "By the way, Shishu, monsters like feather snakes are still coveting the inheritance of Lord Ming. If the ruins of the underworld are opened, will something happen..."
Zhu Ding said: "Don't worry, the ruins of the Hades have been sealed long ago. Only the patriarch knows the way to open it. Even the sect masters of the past have not been passed on."
"Isn't that lost forever?" Ning Xiaoling was relieved.
"Maybe the ancestor is still alive...In short, this is not something you should worry about." Zhu Ding smiled and said, "But in the future, you will also be a celebrity in the clan. According to the rules, the clan will promise you one. Arbitrary requirements, of course, can't be excessive."
Ning Xiaoling said without hesitation: "I want to keep a cat."
"Will such a simple request be too wasteful?" The old man felt it was not worth it.
Ning Xiaoling said: "That's it."
Zhu Ding said: "Also, the wild cats are quiet, maybe it is a sign."
Ning Xiaoling wanted to say something, but a finger suddenly touched her forehead.
Caught off guard.
The yellow spring blood in the body suddenly rushed, like a beast desperately breaking out of its cage.
Ning Xiaoling wanted to resist, but the old man had already retracted his finger.
Zhu Ding drew a strand of spiritual energy from her forehead, poured it into a kit, and then handed it to Ning Xiaoling's hand, saying: "You are born extraordinary, and you may return it in the future. There will be many strange things. If there are any more dangers, just open this kit and Uncle Master will come over as soon as possible."
Ning Xiaoling held the kit in both hands and said, "Thank you, Master."
Zhu Ding said: "Well, I will go to Linggu myself. If I find anything else, I will tell you. Go back first. Don't tell others what happened in Linggu for the time being."
Ning Xiaoling was relieved and turned away with the kit.
She returned to her room immediately.
Although she has recovered from her injuries, her blood cloak is always sticking to her skin, which is very uncomfortable.
Ning Xiaoling boiled a pot of hot water and poured it into a wooden barrel.
It's misty.
The girl slowly peeled off the blood-stained white dress from her body.
The blood skirt fell to the ground, like a pile of residual red.
She passed through the mist, her slender calves lifted slightly, her toes were slightly buckled, and her toes tapped water to test the temperature, and then her feet sank, and then her whole body sank into the water.
The blood stained on the body was splashed in the hot water.
The long hair clinging to blood and dust also spread out in the water.
On the fragrant, white skin, the condensed water droplets slid the soft curve, outline her appearance.
Ning Xiaoling felt an unprecedented peace.
This calmness is like the bones sitting at the bottom of a well looking up at the unchanging night sky.
She stretched out her hand, slowly lifted up a palm of water, and sprinkled it on her arm, her eyes falling along the water flow between her fingers, clear and calm.
The dust is washed out, and the dirt is pulled out.
She was afraid that the scarred wound would soak too softly and did not stay for too long. She walked out amidst the sound of water, dried her body with a fluffy blanket, and then put on a white single coat.
She walked through the half-length mirror on the wall, hesitated for a while, and finally turned around, looking at herself in the mirror after a long absence.
At this moment, Ning Xiaoling is not wearing her single clothes, her skirt is not worn, her cheeks are flushed from the steam, and her wet hair is draped over her shoulders.
She hasn't looked in the mirror for a long, long time.
So she suddenly felt a little strange to herself in the mirror.
From the calm waves to the mountains and rivers, from the snow fat to the fragrant grasses, she is gradually growing up, but in the meantime, the old man has passed away.
"Brother, wait for me." Ning Xiaoling looked at herself in the mirror and said seriously.
She took a deep breath, tied her clothes, put on her skirt, and walked outside the door with Shen Tu carrying a wooden sheath.
This is from the Purple Garden, the brand new one.
The news that she won the leader of the Linggu Grand Competition has not really spread, after all, it will take time to redo the promotion wooden sign.
Ning Xiaoling took the lead in telling Yu Jin that he could legally raise a cat.
Yu Jin has no heart and lungs, and never realized that Ning Xiaoling won the first prize. She was very happy about raising cats upright, because after the white cat recovered from the injury, the hair was long and smooth and majestic. Like a little lion, it won Yu Jin's heart.
She hurriedly took Ning Xiaoling to bring Diting to the vicinity of Mutang.
The King Fish looks a lot fatter.
After Yu Jin left temporarily, Ning Xiaoling squatted down, grabbed it by the back of his neck, and lifted it up, and said seriously: "Ty listen, you are not an ordinary cat, are you?"
"Meow." The King of Fish screamed after a slight daze.
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