Beyond the Divine States Chapter 88: : Letters promises longevity

Heaven and earth demons, living ghosts in the world.

The former is easy to understand, while the latter is naturally talking about a devil with human face and animal heart like Ning Qinshui.

Shubai can barely understand, but can't understand.

"You immortals will always say one thing, do one thing..." His words were already weak.

What did Ning Changjiu say, just asking: "Have you been here for more than a month?"

Shubai hummed.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Where is your master?"

Shubai said: "If Ning Qinshui does not come back during the third watch, I will go back to see my master."

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Then what do you usually eat?"

Shubai said in a huff: "There is rice in the house, I have hands, can I still starve to death?"

Ning Changjiu looked at his skinny body, the spine of his back could already be seen clearly through the thin clothes, like a bone snake crawling on his back.

Ning Changjiu nodded: "Okay, you go cook."

Shubai was taken aback, and some did not react. Ning Changjiu had already grabbed his wrist, and he could only make two clicks. The young and young screamed, and his wrist, which was previously dislocated by Ning Changjiu's move, actually He took it back again.

He gently twisted his wrist bones and looked at Ning Changjiu. He became more and more unpredictable what he was doing. He just wondered if all the cultivators in the world are so weird?

Shubai snorted dully: "I do things for you because you don't kill my master, it's definitely not that I'm afraid of death."

Ning Changjiu said: "You can think about it."

Shubai turned and walked towards the stove.

Ning Changjiu looked at his back and said, "Your roots are really good."

Shubai stopped, frowned and turned around, seemingly hopeful.

Ning Changjiu said again: "It's a pity that there is no Zifu Qihai, so you are destined to be unable to practice."

Shubai stomped his feet and said coldly: "Who is rare..."

Ning Changjiu no longer looked at him, but instead looked at Ning Xiaoling, who was always silent on the side, and asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Ning Xiaoling pulled a bench and sat down, her elbows propped her thighs, her palms resting her chin, and she said sadly: "Brother, if it wasn't for you, I might have died..."

Ning Changjiu said: "Therefore, Tianzong Yujian will test swords in the early spring, and the activities of the Four Peaks Swords Conference will allow you to adapt to the actual combat, so as not to have a spiritual power at the moment of crisis, but what? I can't use it either."

Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously, and said: "I understand...I broke the mirror all the way, entered the mysterious and upper realm. In fact, I was really proud of it. Later, I lighted the sword star and easily opened the bottleneck of the fairyland. I was very energetic, but today I was almost caught by a mortal who can’t practice...Oh."

Ning Xiaoling became more frustrated and annoyed the more she thought about it, her fingers clasped her cheeks, and her cheeks swelled and wrinkled hurriedly with the ups and downs of her fingers.

Ning Changjiu smiled slightly, put his hand on her head, and said gently: "So when you can't really be alone, the brother will be by your side."

Ning Xiaoling knew he was telling the truth, but the shock was so great that she still couldn't accept it, so she just gave a weak hum.

Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, Junior Sister, how did you refine so many pure spiritual powers in such a short time? It stands to reason that even with your roots, it is not enough. Two months from entering Xuan to Tongxian......"

Ning Xiaoling felt a little strange, and she took it for granted: "Master told me last time that my innate spirit is too powerful, but if my own strength is not good in actual combat, no matter how strong the innate spirit is, it's useless... , My little snow fox contains a lot of the spiritual power left by the old fox, all of which have been refined, so I just ate it."

"What you eat is the spiritual power of the innate spirit?" Ning Changjiu's body trembles slightly, and he looks at her steadily. After a while, he said: "Junior sister, you are really a genius."

Ning Xiaoling thought he was complimenting himself, and was a little bit happy, and smiled: "I'm just good at observing my body."

Ning Changjiu took a breath and whispered, "Junior sister...you know that the strength of the innate spirit is much harder to practice by yourself. In order to increase the strength of the innate spirit, many practitioners do not hesitate to compromise their cultivation. Because the innate spirit is a dark arrow, others cannot tell whether you have it or not. Even if you know it, it is difficult to defend yourself. Sometimes a powerful innate spirit's raid can even make up a gap in realm. And you..."

Ning Xiaoling looked at him innocently and realized that she seemed to have done something stupid.

Ning Changjiu sighed and asked: "And your behavior is equivalent to having two bags of rice in your own home, and then you diligently scooped from one bag to another, and you will inevitably have to sprinkle it on the way. A lot, and then... you practice for two months, but you still have only two bags of rice in essence."

Ning Changjiu's vivid metaphor finally made Ning Xiaoling understand what she was doing.

I praised myself after squeezing the little snow fox of the innate spirit every day... today is another day of hard practice.

Ning Xiaoling lowered her head shamelessly.

Ning Changjiu sighed and comforted: "This can't be all to blame. After all, most people's innate spirits follow their own practice, and their realm slowly rises, and your innate spirit is because of the old fox. It reached a very high level from the beginning, so this error... is understandable."

Ning Xiaoling knew that he was comforting herself, resting her body in the chair, and nodding silently.

Ning Changjiu asked: "How much spiritual power is left in that snow fox?"

Ning Xiaoling said with an awkward expression: "After lighting the sword star a few days ago, I stepped into Tongxian with excitement and...squeezed it dry."

"..." Ning Chang looked at her helplessly for a long time, and said: "It doesn't matter, don't let Lu Jiajia know about this matter, so that she won't let her laugh at the brothers and teach them nothing."

Ning Xiaoling said sincerely: "No, it's my master to marry my sister. If you want to teach you no way, it is also the master who teaches no way. Moreover, the brother has discovered this first, so the wicked person can file a complaint first and ask the teacher. "

"The wicked person first sue..." Ning Changjiu closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and sighed: "I also taught you to read and read for two months. You... are indeed the brothers who have taught me nothing."

Ning Xiaoling blinked pitifully.

Ning Changjiu whispered: "If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, the brother would have to admonish on behalf of the teacher."

Ning Xiaoling immediately retracted her hand behind her, and changed the subject: "Brother, brother, what's on the letter just now?"

Ning Changjiu took out the letter from his sleeve, unfolded it in his palm, and handed it to Ning Xiaoling, then closed his eyes and calmed down with both hands.

Ning Xiaoling accepted the letter suspiciously, and read the contents of the letter softly.

"Enter the imperial city to kill ghosts, things will be done, and longevity will be given?"

Ning Xiaoling flipped through the letter paper and asked in confusion: "Nothing?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "It's gone."

Ning Xiaoling became more and more frightened as she thought about it: "Who sent this letter? A shrewd person like Ning Qinshui would believe this sentence and then go to the imperial city to take this risk?"

Ning Changjiu took the letter, his eyes fell on the seal, and slowly said: "If the person who sent the letter has a high enough status, then the weight of a sentence will be irrelevant."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "The one who sent the letter..."

Ning Changjiu looked at the seal and wrote four words-"The moon bears the cloud".

This is the same seal as in the marriage letter, and it is the seal of Qianyu Temple.

Ning Xiaoling suddenly thought of something and said: "When I first came to the imperial city, the old man told Song Side, don’t forget the promise of that adult...that adult?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Now that I want to come, that adult should be the goddess of Qianyudian..."

……

"Cough cough cough..."

Shubai held a fan, and started a fire at the mouth of the stove, fanning the wind, and the firewood was burning cracklingly, and the heat wave blew through the mouth of the stove, making his cheeks red.

He raised his head and glanced at the pair of immortal masters and immortals sitting at the door, with envy and envy in his eyes.

He got up and opened the lid of the pot and took a look, wanting to spit in it, but Yu Guang glanced at the white-clothed boy, and finally swallowed with the saliva that the tip of his tongue touched his jaw.

After all, this pot of rice, I will have to eat two bites at that time.

At the door, Ning Xiaoling also looked here from time to time, as if he was afraid of doing things like poisoning, Shubai was even more disdainful, thinking that although he had put a secret arrow, he was upright and upright. Never take poison, let alone poison people, this kind of indiscriminate means.

"All of this was arranged?" Ning Xiaoling recalled what happened in the imperial city, very scared.

Ning Changjiu folded the letter and put it in her sleeve, wondering: "If that's the case, then what is her purpose? Just let Ning Qinshui go to the imperial city to die?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and shook her head gently: "This letter deceived the old thing to the palace. Although it is for the people, the credibility of this lady is really not good."

Ning Changjiu said: "It shouldn't be that simple."

The scent of cooked rice floated over the stove.

Ning Xiaoling touched her hungry lower abdomen, and was about to get up to check the progress. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.