Ning Jiujiu said: "A person, a familiar person. I can vaguely feel that he is in the imperial city. I feel that as long as I see him, I can solve many mysteries in my heart."
Ning Xiaoling became more and more mysterious as she listened, and asked: "Senior brother... what is the mystery in your mind?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Who am I?"
Ning Xiaoling felt a chill in her heart, and smiled without changing her face: "Senior brother, please stop being scary... By the way, senior brother, who are you looking for?"
Ning Jiujiu was uncertain and said: "Maybe it's a junior fellow apprentice, or it could be a cute little junior sister like you. Anyway, he is also in this imperial city now. I can't be sure of his location, but I can vaguely feel it."
Ning Xiaoling curled her lips: "It turns out that senior brother wants to find junior sister."
Ning Jiujiu smiled, rubbed her head, and said, "Take good care of yourself. Your innate spirit has been broken again and you need to recover."
Ning Xiaoling was slightly shocked and asked, "You know everything?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Being able to form a spirit is something to be proud of. Now that the master is dead, you don't need to hide it from anyone."
Ning Xiaoling muttered: "It's a pity that my little fox is now like a little mouse, and it was born without a tail."
Ning Changjiu said: "Except for those twelve, all spirits in the world are congenitally incomplete."
Those twelve people... Ning Xiaoling felt excited.
People always have great fear and awe for mysterious and unknown things. At the same time, the unbearable curiosity in their hearts can't help but grow wantonly. She is finally just a thirteen-year-old girl. Since she became a spirit, she has no idea about those things. With great curiosity, he still couldn't hold back and said:
"Do those twelve gods and their hidden kingdoms really exist?"
She looked at her senior brother expectantly with watery eyes.
Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and said with a smile: "I am your senior brother, not a god. How could I know?"
"Forehead… "
She looked at Ning Jiujiu in astonishment, feeling that the current 'senior brother''s temperament had changed too quickly, and it was difficult for her to adapt.
She still didn't give up and asked, "What does senior brother know?"
Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said: "I have read some legends about the twelve lords of the hidden country. Just sleep well and I will tell you about them when I have the opportunity in the future."
Ning Xiaoling puffed up her cheeks and said angrily.
Ning Jiujiu chatted with her for a few more words, then rubbed her eyebrows to calm Ning Xiaoling. After she fell asleep, Ning Jiujiu cleaned up the broken porcelain tiles and sawdust on the ground, and then returned to Sitting on his couch, looking at the reddish light coming in from the window, I was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, he wiped the corners of his mouth.
That's blood.
He had broken the woman's formation in one go and rescued Ning Xiaoling at an extremely fast speed. Before the assassin left, when he pushed the opponent's knife into its sheath, he easily shattered the knife into pieces.
After doing all this, he felt extremely tired.
The one that night not only killed Ning Qinshui's walking corpse, but also absorbed his lifelong cultivation.
These days, he often wonders, what step can he achieve in one go
So tonight he took the opportunity to try it, but the answer was not satisfactory to him.
This is so different from the self in memory. The spiritual sea that was supposed to be a large lake has now shrunk into a small pool.
He gradually became less confident about whether he could escape from this turbulent imperial city.
But he must find that person and unlock the answer in his heart, otherwise his heart will always be restless.
We are in the middle of the game and have lost our money. Naturally, there is no room for regrets. However, it is difficult for us to cultivate ourselves now. We should use some of these cultivation skills and use them less. After today, we must not waste them carelessly.
He thought about this and looked out the window.
"It should be almost time."
Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, a cry for help came from a small courtyard across the two corridors, which was from the direction of the woman's boudoir.
The person calling for help was Zhao Shisong.
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The lights of the Imperial Master's Mansion were still on, and the patrolling guards looked at the sky with some fear.
They know who is in the house at this moment.
Three years ago, Zhao Xiang'er gained a notorious reputation because of the bloody ceremony in front of the steps of the Qianyu Palace. Now that the majestic palace has been destroyed and her loved ones have died, what will happen to the madness of that girl dressed in blood in the setting sun three years ago
But since Zhao Xiang'er entered the mansion, there has been no movement, and the lights burning in the mansion seem particularly quiet.
At a certain moment, a guard suddenly glanced at the night.
Just now he heard a faint chirping of birds.
The guards around him also heard it, but just didn't take it seriously: "There are all kinds of weird birds in the city recently. It is said that they are related to the sparrow ghost. It is said that in the haunted houses that have been attacked by the sparrow ghost, there are blood crows circling in the middle of the night, making noises. one night."
After hearing this, the man sighed and said: "I heard that the witch master has been released from seclusion. I just hope that you can put an end to this matter sooner or later, so that you don't have to worry about it every day."
In the Imperial Master's Mansion, the windows were slightly open.
A small scarlet bird rested on the girl's delicate white palm and spit out the note in her mouth.
Zhao Xiang'er stretched out her fingers to tease its feathers. The little scarlet bird chirped a few times with satisfaction, fluttered its wings and left.
She walked to the table, opened the small volume of small words, and frowned slightly as she glanced over it.
"Little Taoist priest?"
After drinking the decoction, the imperial master in a wide-breasted robe slowly calmed down. He sat cross-legged, meditating and concentrating. At this moment, seeing the girl's slightly strange eyes, he couldn't help but ask:
"But there are variables?"
Zhao Xiang'er rolled up the note and threw it into the brazier.
"No."
She thought of the little Taoist priest whom she had once seen in the young general's residence today. At that time, she saw his eyes touching her without flinching. She just thought he was crazy and didn't think much about it.
At this moment, it seemed that the person who could allow Tang Yu to take the risk of letting Hongque deliver the message was definitely not an ordinary person.
But if the trend really picks up, even she will just be carried forward and look for that glimmer of opportunity.
What can a young Taoist priest do if he is astonishingly talented and beautiful
She suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and silently thought about the little Taoist priest's face, thinking that she should be more careful in the future.
All she needs to do at this moment is to take advantage of the protection of the National Preceptor's Mansion to recover from her injuries.
"Nowadays, there are many people sneaking into the imperial city. Not only the Jin Kingdom, but also the Rong Kingdom. It is said that there are disciples of the Sword Master coming to seek revenge for their senior brothers. Many assassin organizations have even moved in. Are you really confident to deal with it?" The old man sighed.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "If you only rely on me, of course it won't work."
The old man became more and more confused: "The Qianyu Palace has been destroyed. Although you are holding the Grand Formation of the National Preceptor's Mansion and can evade for a while, it is just a turtle shell after all. Although it looks hard, it will still break if hit by a stone. "
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him and said calmly: "Sir, do you really not know, or do you dare not think in that direction?"
These words were like a knife, piercing the last luck in the old man's heart. Bloodshot eyes quickly appeared in his somewhat muddy eyes. However, suppressed by the decoction, the spiritual power surging in his body seemed to have no roots. Water cannot supply the upper body at all.
He looked at Zhao Xiang'er steadily, and his voice was slow but almost hoarse: "You want to destroy the country? But don't forget, you are not a member of the royal family, and you have no royal blood. Even if you get the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle, how can you control it? ? Today’s emperor, firstly, he won’t listen to you, and secondly, with his weak body, how can he withstand the backlash of the Burning Pestle?”
"Let go... What you have been dreaming about is just an empty dream." The Imperial Master sighed longly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him quietly, with a smile spreading like melting snow between her elegant and childish brows:
"Soon after, the world will be overturned, the city will be set ablaze with phoenix fire, and the red bird will be splashed with blood. Sir, wait and see."
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As dawn approached and light began to filter through the thin window paper, Zhao Shisong touched his neck, still somewhat disbelieving that he had survived.
A young man in a green Taoist robe stood in front of him and stared at him calmly: "I have reached an agreement with her. She promised to spare your life, but no matter how big things happen in the imperial city next, you will Don’t let people from the prince’s palace disrupt the situation. When necessary, you must stand by His Highness.”
"If you agree to this, drink this bowl of talisman water. If you regret it, the talisman water will take effect." Ning Jiujiu handed him a bowl of water and said, "This is what I fought for you. If she wants to kill you, No one in the house can stop me except me."
Zhao Shisong was still in shock. He looked struggling, and finally took a deep breath, took the bowl of water, and drank it.
He leaned against the wall with a depressed expression: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving my life."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Your mansion is so big, but you don't have a few advanced masters hidden there?"
Zhao Shisong sighed: "Twenty days ago, the two monks who were worshiping were damaged in the Qianyu Hall, so... I have been panicking these days."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why do you have to kill that empress?"
Zhao Shisong said helplessly: "The pressure from the Jin Kingdom, the pressure from the border war, the pressure from the Rong Kingdom, and the pressure from His Majesty. Even among the people, there are dozens of people who are under the banner of killing the witches who are causing harm to the country... these are decades. Zhao Guo has supported the Qianyu Palace for twelve years, but the empress has not responded at all. Three years ago, the good relationship between Zhao Guo and Rong Guo was broken by His Highness himself. What’s more, this time... "
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What happened this time?"
Zhao Shisong hesitated for a while, and then said: "We don't dare to lend our courage to this matter. The source of everything is still a month ago, when the god from the country of Jin appeared. God’s decree is to kill the daughter who brought harm to the country.”
Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked: "Yinguo? According to the laws of heaven and earth, how can Yinguo care about the world?"
After Ning Jiujiu finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that if he didn't practice to the extreme in the human world, he would never be able to touch the laws of heaven and earth.
There are countless powerful and mysterious spirits at this time, such as the one Zhao Shisong said, who protects the country of Jin.
But the only truly ultimate gods are the twelve Lords of the Hidden Kingdom.
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "What else did that god say?"
Zhao Shisong said: "He said that if the Zhao State cooperates with them to kill the empress, he is willing to stop the war. From then on, the Zhao State will be a subsidiary of the Jin State, and the Jin State will also protect the safety of the Zhao State."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Did the god take action when he killed that empress?"
Zhao Shisong closed his eyes, recalled the scene that day, and nodded with lingering fear: "The night before that day, a painted humanoid puppet was sneaked into the city. It was a container for receiving the coming of the gods. On the day the Jade Palace was surrounded, the puppet came to life. At that time, we were ordered to light the fire and watched him float in."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "In fact, the one who really went in to kill the empress was that god's parasitic puppet?"
Zhao Shisong nodded and said: "Of course! What kind of person is the empress who can teach someone like His Highness? Even if the top ten masters of the Jin Kingdom are sent out together, they are not necessarily opponents. The only ones in this world who can kill the gods are the gods. .”
Ning Jiujiu said: "What about the end? Where is the puppet?"
Zhao Shisong smiled bitterly: "We didn't see the empress or the puppet until the fire was extinguished. What we did was just what we had arranged in advance."
Ning Jiujiu nodded thoughtfully. He was not sure how the so-called god and the legendary empress had anything to do with his resurrection from the dead. But in his mind, the complex thread was vaguely outlined. Its huge outline.
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "In your hearts, what kind of person is Zhao Xiang'er?"
Zhao Shisong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "His Royal Highness Xiang'er is unparalleled in his grace, but the empress has not escaped... She is so young, even if she can kill us all, how can she influence the general situation? ?”
Ning Jiujiu nodded. No matter how strong Zhao Xiang'er is, he is still too young and is still just an ordinary practitioner. Only by cultivating innate spirituality to great perfection can he truly have the power to surpass the secular dynasty.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly thought of something and asked very quickly: "Your Highness Xiang'er... is he married?"
Zhao Shisong was startled. He stared blankly at Ning Changjiu, stroked his beard, and smiled meaningfully: "No wonder the little Taoist priest wants to wade into this muddy water..."
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "I'm just asking, not admiring."
Zhao Shisong said with a smile: "Tsk, young man is admiring, not to mention a peerless beauty like His Highness. You are about the same age, so naturally I won't laugh at you if you have such thoughts."
Seeing that the little Taoist priest in green was just looking at him calmly, without any lust, he did not continue talking. He coughed twice in embarrassment, shook his head and said:
"There were some rumors more than ten years ago, but since there has been no movement for so many years, it should be just rumors."
Ning Changjiu looked at the gradually brightening light outside the window and said, "Mr. Zhao, could you please take me for a walk in the imperial city."