Beyond the Divine States Chapter 7: : Three shifts

"Your master is quite famous in the country of Zhao. I thought that asking him to come out this time would end this matter, but I never thought it would end like this."

Zhao Shisong led the way and said with regret.

"But you don't have to be afraid, my house may be just cold and cloudy, plus the illness that my wife accidentally contracted because of her frailty. It shouldn't be a big problem."

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Master has been immersed in this Dao all his life, and finally died because of it. In a sense, it is a good death."

Zhao Shisong never thought this young man was so open-minded, laughed a few times, and applauded: "If things go well in the future, I think you can be blue."

Ning Changjiu said: "Thank you very much."

Ning Xiaoling walked silently with her head down.

Zhao Shisong glanced at her, only to think that this little girl was delicate and lovely, but there was always a cold expression between her eyebrows. He couldn't help but want to tease: "Little girl, how old is this year? How many years has it been?"

Ning Xiaoling said honestly: "At the age of fourteen, I have followed Master for three years in the practice."

Zhao Shisong nodded and said: "I think you have a lot of wisdom, you should have learned a lot in the past few years?"

Ning Xiaoling cursed Ning Qinshui a few words in her heart, but smiled on her face and said: "Not at all. It takes years to accumulate to cultivate the Tao."

"The little girl is humble."

"Mr. Zhao passed the award."

Zhao Shisong's residence was not far away, and it was also during the conversation.

There was a carriage parked at the entrance of the mansion, and a Taoist Youfang with a yellow sign on his forehead came forward, leaning forward, and muttering words.

"This recipe used to be the best way to go, what's wrong with this now? Could it be that I am also wicked?"

The Taoist priest saw Zhao Shisong coming back, he immediately stood still, folded his fists, and apologized: "My prince, forgive me for being incompetent. Mrs. Zun’s path to illness is really incomprehensible, like evil but not evil. It’s not a demon, it’s a sad trail."

Zhao Shisong sighed and said: "It's okay, take the money and go home."

The Taoist Youfang responded, and then he noticed that there were two "littles" in Taoist robes next to Zhao Shisong.

The man's face was slightly strange, and he wondered: "You guys do this too?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Something?"

The Taoist Yufang walked around them twice with broken steps, shook his head, and said: "Miaozi is a good seedling, but listen to the advice of seniors, go back, don't waste your efforts."

Ning Chang ignored him for a long time, just looked at Zhao Shisong and said: "Please Mr. Zhao lead the way."

The morale flushed his cheeks and jumped his feet and said: "This imperial city does our job, I will not say that I can rank in the top five, I can persuade you, you don't need to listen!"

Ning Changjiu ignored him for a long time. Zhao Shisong was dissatisfied with the model sample of the Taoist priest. He waved his hand casually and led Ning Changjiu towards the mansion.

After not taking a few steps, the Taoist priest turned his head and followed.

Ning Xiaoling was born a little disgusted with him, frowned and said: "Smelly Taoist, what are you doing with you?"

The morale said: "I'll be watching, don't disturb, I just want to open my eyes, and see what methods you have, how young you can dare to be so big."

Ning Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and was about to refute a few words. Ning Changjiu said directly: "It's okay, just follow him."

……

Walking through the courtyard and the quaint courtyard, the coughing sound came from afar.

The maid standing at the door saw Zhao Shisong coming back, shouted a word to the master and then stepped aside.

The heating stove in the house is at a comfortable temperature. A young woman is lying on her side. The woman has white cheeks and half-closed eyes. She covers her chest and coughs from time to time. She looks pretty and pretty.

Ning Xiaoling thought she would be a dignified and virtuous lady, but she didn't expect to be so young and beautiful, she looked about twenty years old, and she didn't know which wife she was.

The woman saw Zhao Shisong and put her hand on the Jin quilt. She wanted to get up and salute. Zhao Shisong hurried to her side and held her hand to comfort her.

The woman glanced here and frowned, "Didn't the Taoist priest just leave? Why is he here again? I don't think he has much patience. It's annoying to go around here."

"You..." The Taoist Youfang took a deep breath and sighed: "What Madam said is."

Then she looked at the two unfamiliar faces, and smiled weakly: "This little Taoist priest looks pretty, and he can be a little happier looking at it."

Ning Changjiu did not respond to her praise.

He looked around, looking over the top of the high beams, as if looking for something.

The man looked at him with interest, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Ning Changjiu reached into his sleeve and touched it, but he didn't get out anything.

The man couldn't help but laughed when he saw this: "Why, did I forget to bring the talisman paper? How about borrowing some paper from you?"

The woman on the couch couldn't help frowning, Zhao Shisong glared at him quickly, and the man stopped laughing when he saw this.

I never thought that Ning Changjiu actually spread his hand: "Lend me a copper coin."

"Copper coins?" The Taoist frowned: "Are you kidding the trail?"

Ning Changjiu started.

The Taoist looked at the gazes of the people around him, sighed, untied the purse, took out a copper coin and threw it over.

Ning Changjiu took the copper coin and placed it on the small wooden cabinet before the woman stepped on. After a while, he said: "It's okay."

Everyone was taken aback.

Alright? What can I do?

The man couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you think we are all fools?"

As soon as Zhao Shisong was about to speak, he saw that the copper coin on the wooden cabinet was cracked in half. His mouth was half open and he looked at Ning Changjiu in surprise.

Ning Changjiu calmly looked at the young woman on the couch and asked:

"Do you feel better?"

The woman glanced at the copper coin, chuckled, and was about to shake her head, but after meeting his gaze, she felt that the Lingtai was blown by the cold winter wind, stiff and cold.

After a while, the smile on the woman's face reappeared, "Hey, I really feel better, and my body is lighter."

Zhao Shisong saw that her complexion really improved. He was overjoyed and looked at Ning Changjiu's eyes more kindly: "I used to think that losing money and eliminating calamities was just a joke. Someone doesn’t know how to thank you."

Ning Changjiu said: "I have nowhere to go with my junior sister."

Zhao Shisong hurriedly said: "Come here, clean up the house, and arrange for the trail leader to stay temporarily."

The man was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what happened: "This...this, are you guys playing me together?"

Zhao Shisong is more lazy to deal with him at the moment, waving his sleeves directly: "Send off the guests."

"Hey, I..." The popularity jumped: "My coin!"

Ning Changjiu said: "I owe it."

……

It's late at night.

The young woman woke up from the couch, she lifted the curtains, stretched out lazily, and reached out her hands to gather her long hair that was draped over her shoulders.

She slowly turned her head and was about to light the lamp, when she suddenly let out a cry of exclamation, holding her heart in her hands with a look of horror.

In the dimly lit room, beside a wooden table of Gu Xiu, there was a figure sitting faintly.

"Don't pretend." The voice spoke, and the candle was lit.

"You... are you?" The woman's chest rose and fell, and said grotesquely: "You little Taoist priest, I see you look beautiful in the daytime, and you are a good person. What do you want to do when you break into my boudoir in the middle of the night? You go out now, or I will call someone!"

Ning Changjiu turned the chair and looked at her calmly: "Tell me about your lady."

"Miss?" The woman clutched her collar, "What nonsense are you asking? Is it possible that you see me like a man?"

Ning Changjiu said: "You are lying in bed and pretending to be sick these days, you should not be able to go out. I have seen your lady in the daytime, let me tell you about her."

The woman stared at him faintly, and then chuckled: "You men, old and small, are all the same. You have come here, and pretending to be serious with your sister, hey, did you heal me? , I have to promise me, if the lord hears it, he will definitely beat you out."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Don't want to listen?"

The woman laughed and said: "You little Taoist priest is unreasonable. Come on, let me listen. Who is my master?"

Ning Changjiu said: "She has a lot of chess pieces in the city, but rushed to arrange it. It shouldn't be easy to coordinate and transmit letters between all parties. You probably haven't received your master's letter for several days."

The woman shook her head and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Ning Changjiu continued: "Because she was also badly injured, even if she wanted to, so many people wanted to kill her, how can she really retreat all over her body."

The woman looked at the young man who was separated by the lights, with a vague expression: "You came... just want to say these irrelevant things to me?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest. I haven't determined my position yet. Everything you follow may influence me."

The woman's eyes trembled, and she calmed down immediately, and smiled: "I have never seen an ordinary Taoist who breaks into a woman's room."

Ning Chang did not answer for a long time, but just looked at her quietly, and the woman suddenly felt that what was sitting in front of her was not a person, but a ghost with no temperature.

She gradually constricted and smiled: "Ordinary Taoist? What are you doing here in the imperial city? Don't fool me with things like Heaven Xingdao."

Ning Changjiu said: "I don't need to explain to you, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, I have the ability to protect myself, and naturally I have the ability to intervene."

"Huh? The tone is not small." The woman couldn't help but slow down as she looked at the young man sitting still in front of her.

Ning Changjiu said: "Tell me the simplest story of your lady, you don't need to sell anything."

"Easiest?"

"Well, like her name, like what happened three years ago."

Her name? Three years ago?

You still spend a lot of time to scare me with this kind of thing? Ask anyone in the palace who doesn't know? Am I stupid or are you stupid?

The woman was stunned, but she didn't know how to answer.

Ning Changjiu thought she didn't want to talk, too lazy to talk nonsense.

A golden hairpin stopped in front of the dressing table at some point, and snorted before the woman, almost touching the tip of her nose.

The woman's throat moved, and she swallowed carefully, not daring to move.

"Are you tempting me?" The woman didn't give up.

"No." Ning Changjiu sat quietly and waited for her to answer. He raised his hand, and a fatal killing intent suddenly appeared from all over his body.

The woman sighed as she admitted her fate: "Miss's surname is Zhao Guoguo, and her name is Xianger. Three years ago..."

Zhao Xianger...

In the silent night, she slowly talked about the past.