At the moment Zhao Xiang'er jumped into the well, the blue and white sedan with fluttering white curtains happened to pass the arch of the imperial city.
The young Emperor had already stood waiting in front of the main hall. The imperial city, which was originally shrouded in clouds, gradually became noisy after the arrival of the sedan chair.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It should be an immortal master who came from outside the world to look for it. Let's go and see it?"
Ning Xiaoling's eyes were bright, full of admiration and reverence. When she heard Ning Changjiu speak, she shook her head subconsciously: "It's not a monster with three heads and six arms. What's so good about it?"
After saying that, Ning Xiaoling sat up from the lake shore, clapped her hands, and walked in the direction opposite to the city gate.
Ning looked at her slim and petite back for a long time and narrowed his eyes slightly.
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To the north of the imperial city, in the center of the immortal forest, the gate of the Witch Lord's Palace has slowly opened. Disciples in sacrificial robes holding zhezi in their hands, enter and leave the palace one after another, like a morning court.
Everything that happened in the imperial city recently was recorded in their hands.
The old figure of the witch master is entrenched on the sapphire lotus seat. The ancient book he has never released is now spread out on his knees. The folds in front of him are made of pieces of wood with slips of paper, which have been piled up in three stacks.
The witch master stretched out his index finger with extremely long nails and hooked it upwards. The folds floated out of thin air. The notes inside were unfolded and spread out in front of him. The witch master's eyes slowly scanned them and his brows gradually furrowed.
"At that time, Zhao Shisong was assassinated and was stopped by a Taoist priest. He was still alive and Tang Yu was missing."
"Everyone in the young general's mansion was infected with the disease, and a servant committed suicide by jumping into the lake after a nightmare."
"Your Majesty has never left the palace. There was a dispute in the court today over whether to activate the Suzaku Formation to protect the city."
"Song Tie is very calm. He does all the duties assigned by His Majesty. There is nothing wrong with him."
"At three o'clock in the morning, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling followed Zhao Shisong on a tour of the imperial city. Strange birds in the sky accompanied them, but nothing strange happened."
"All the assassins who entered the city at Mao hour are already in place, but the National Preceptor's Mansion is blocked by formations and unable to spy."
The witch master's eyes hurriedly passed by and stopped on the last note:
"At this time, a small blue and white sedan came into the city. It should be an immortal master who came to visit from outside the world."
The witch master frowned and said to himself: "Come so fast?"
"The blue and white sedan chair? Are you from the Yujian Tianzong?" The witch master's expression was suddenly shocked.
People knew very little about those Immortal Sects outside the world. Only when they reached his level, could they know more or less some secrets.
Almost all Immortal Sects are carefully supported by major dynasties. In order to compete for the right to support some Immortal Sects, countless wars have even broken out between many countries.
Almost all those who can enter the Immortal Sect can produce innate spirits, a perfect embryo that is unique in thousands.
Most of the Immortal Sects have a stand-by attitude towards the human world, and will only take action when a country is in real danger.
Ke Yujian Tianzong... is not the Immortal Sect within the territory of Zhao State at all.
When Lord Xueyu broke through the imperial city and no immortal came down the mountain to stop him, the Witch Master understood that the immortal had already abandoned the Zhao Kingdom.
But today, the man from the Immortal Sect who lived far away from the world finally appeared. Is this chaos in the imperial city more complicated than he imagined
The witch master was thinking as he rubbed the edge of the ancient book with his fingers. His expression was complicated. He glanced at the young man kneeling next to him and said:
"Qiu Li, do you know what level that immortal master is?"
The young man named Qiu Li respectfully replied: "I only know that she is a woman. The blue and white sedan seems to be separated by heaven and earth. It is impossible to detect her realm with a blind eye."
The Witch Master nodded and asked, "How are those people preparing?"
Qiu Li replied: "As long as Zhao Xiang'er leaves the Imperial Master's residence, he will be killed without mercy."
The Witch Master nodded and said, "Don't let anything go wrong this time. I will handle the rest."
Qiu Li knelt on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the doubts in his heart: "Teacher, the Imperial Master's Mansion... are there any other possibilities for coming out?"
The Witch Master closed his eyes and meditated. He raised his head, looked at the beam of light leaking from the top of the palace, shook his head and said: "Impossible."
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In the Imperial Master's Mansion, the water well rippled wildly, but soon calmed down, as if it was just an ordinary woman throwing herself into the well sadly, and there was no more movement.
After Zhao Xianger plunged into the water, the water curtains opened layer by layer. The water curtains seemed to have a sharp meaning, cutting the thin red hair tie that bound her hair, cutting some of the sleeves and corners of her skirt, and even There was a faint trace of blood on her porcelain-white face.
The black skirt spread out in the water, and suddenly sank suddenly. Zhao Xiang'er turned a deaf ear to the water curtain that looked like a formation but not a formation, and plunged downwards while breaking through many obstacles.
Soon after, her hand touched the cold stone wall. The girl coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. It was carried away by the running water and blossomed into a flower that no one could see in the darkness.
After she touched the stone wall, she kicked off suddenly and swam deeper into the darkness.
She had gone down a well when she was a child, but her memory at that time was blurry. She only remembered that she swam and swam until she came to an extremely empty underground palace. But now the water here is obviously darker than before, and when it touches the skin, it becomes... There is an annoying coldness and stickiness.
Deep in the ancient well, the surroundings suddenly opened up, and the rapid undercurrent washed through the stone path, like a big sword crossing the front, and the other side of the undercurrent was faintly glowing with a dim yellow flame.
Zhao Xiang'er used an umbrella as a sword and slashed it down in the air. Amidst the sudden explosion of water, the girl's figure suddenly fell into the flowing water. On the other side of the current, there was a man-made wall, a tunnel on the wall. There is light in the room, and on both sides of the entrance, there are two huge golden-armored statues holding giant axes.
Zhao Xiang'er stepped on the wall to use her strength and jumped onto the corridor. The moment she stepped on it, the two golden-armored gods seemed to come to life, and the giant ax in their hands struck down their heads.
Zhao Xiang'er was unmoved and walked straight through. His body was just out of reach of the two giant axes. When the ax fell, the two golden-armored statues hit each other. The sound of the statues shattering was heard behind him. The two giant axes connected together in the air and turned into a flying blade that rolled to the ground. It quickly struck from the corridor and rushed towards the girl's back.
Zhao Xiang'er seemed to be very familiar with the mechanisms here. When the ax rolled towards her like a whirlwind, she immediately jumped up and leaned against the top of the corridor. The huge ax rolled past her, just three feet away from her face. The wind was biting, but it didn't hurt her.
Her figure fell down, and she knew that this giant ax seemed to kill people, but in fact it was just to wake up the existence deep in the underground palace.
There are rootless fires floating on both sides of the corridor. At the end of the corridor is an open underground palace. The underground palace is like a battleground for monster wars, spreading out in layers of circular steps.
In the center of the underground palace, there is a huge and dark circular stove. The stove is connected by six iron cables. Four of them are connected to the four corridors entering the underground palace. One is inserted directly into the dome of the underground palace, and the other is buried deep underground. .
With Zhao Xiang'er's arrival, something seemed to open its eyes in the center of the almost dark stove.
That little red flame ignited.
Immediately, the hollow circular copper furnace was illuminated by the flood of flames. The copper furnace was so huge that it almost filled half of the underground palace, so once the flames lit up, it illuminated Zhao Xianger's brows.
The group of fireworks had blurred layers, ranging from deep scarlet to light crimson. It struggled to change into different shapes, but there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden deep in the flames. Those eyes were looking at the girl who was still wearing her clothes. There is absolute heat and cold in it.
If you look carefully, you will find that the center of the flame seems to have been torn apart by something, revealing a huge sword-mark-like gap.
The water stains on Zhao Xiang'er's dress were instantly evaporated. Even though she was separated by the immortal's seal, she could feel great pressure just standing here.
Just like the first time she entered this place by mistake more than ten years ago, she was directly shaken to the ground by the momentum, unable to move, and was taken away by her mother who appeared a whole day later.
Nowadays, she is no longer the little girl she was back then, but that pressure is becoming more real.
"Long time no see." Zhao Xianger said with a smile.
The flame gradually quieted down, and an extremely old voice sounded slowly like an old donkey:
"Oh it's you."
It looked at Zhao Xiang'er quietly and asked, "Where is that woman?"
Zhao Xiang'er also said calmly: "My mother has passed away."
The flame suddenly shot up, filling the walls of the furnace, as if it was about to burst out of the wall at any time.
"What? Dead? Don't try to fool me, little girl. How could she die? Who can kill her?"
More than ten years ago, it saw this little girl entering the forbidden area by mistake, and was shaken to the point of being unable to move by the coercion emanating from itself. It watched the pink and jade-carved little girl die in pain in front of it, which was a rare event for it in a hundred years. It was a pleasure, but the little girl was stronger than she imagined and could last for a whole day and night.
The next day, a woman suddenly appeared, and while taking her away, she pointed at him casually.
As a result, a huge gap appeared in the center of his already broken soul, which could not be closed for decades, causing it pain day and night.
The soul-rending fear was still vivid in his mind, not even inferior to that of the immortal who killed him back then.
How could such a woman die
"Are you her daughter?" it asked.
Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said, "I grew up with my mother."
The flame let out a sigh that was either mocking or regretful: "But you are too weak. Even if you practice for a lifetime, you will still be far from reaching that level."
Zhao Xiang'er didn't answer, but she frowned, obviously not agreeing with the other party's point of view.
The voice said slightly sarcastically: "I know you think you are still young, but you have to understand that most of the time on the road to spiritual practice, age does not mean much."
Cultivation is not like business. Without chance, the pinnacle that most people can reach in their lifetime is already decided when they are born. Many people even reach that pinnacle when they are more than ten years old and mistakenly think that they are peerless talents. It's a pity that it will be difficult to make progress in this life.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Since the senior's cultivation is as high as the sky, can he possibly guess why I came here today?"
The old voice smiled and laughed at himself: "You can't be here to accompany me, an old guy, to relieve your boredom, right?"
Zhao Xiang'er said bluntly: "I want to let you out."
There was a dead silence in the underground palace, and then laughter burst out like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. A hurricane gushes out from the copper furnace, causing the girl's black hair to flutter back, and her black dress to tremble like a gust of wind.
She pursed her thin lips, put her hands behind her back, and walked forward step by step like a boat going backwards on a lake on a rainy night.
After a long time, the storm gradually subsided, and the dim underground palace returned to calm. The girl's tight body did not relax. She stared straight ahead with no intention of retreating.
There was something strange in that majestic voice, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Five hundred years ago, there was a spirit fox that swallowed the Dzi Beads of the Hidden Kingdom and fled to the world. It fled to the karst mountains and jumped over the fire to escape. It stayed hidden for more than ten years. After that, it gave birth to eight tails and its hair burned. It can burn all things, break through the Purple Court Realm and go straight into the five realms. It was all-powerful for a while, but it just happened to be a catastrophe of heaven and earth. It was finally suppressed by the 'original monarch', the great god general of the Yin Kingdom, in the Western Kingdom. A hundred years ago, you escaped by chance and went to the south. Zhou, was hunted down by immortals one after another, smashed the body, built an imperial city, ordered four items to protect the country, and suppressed and killed him at the bottom of the underground palace."
Listening to the girl's words, the group of fireworks gradually calmed down. The flames were faintly clustered between fragmentation and condensation, forming the appearance of an eight-tailed sky fox. The pair of narrow eyes stared at Zhao Xiang'er. Deep in the eyes, there seemed to be something of his own. A will-o'-the-wisp burning in hell.
After the girl finished speaking, the fire fox, which had lived for hundreds of years, slowly spoke: "I don't understand more and more. Are you really ignorant of the world, or do you have something else to rely on?"
The girl did not answer directly, but asked: "Do you know who I am?"
The old fox narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"
The girl smiled: "My name is Zhao Xianger."
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The autumn wind blows, and ripples suddenly ripple on Qifeng Lake.
Ning Xiaoling raised her face, covered her forehead with her hands, and said, "Why is it raining again?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Autumn rain is impermanent... Go back early, be careful of catching a cold."
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
Ning Jiujiu raised his sleeves to cover her head, and the little girl also leaned closer to him.
On the tower of the city wall, a scarlet bird was overlooking the ancient city. While it was combing its wings, its eyes kept turning, looking around. When he saw the pair of young men and women in Taoist robes by the lakeside, they said, Tu Renyan started talking to himself:
"Oh, I'm so annoyed. It's all about hard things. If I really make a big deal out of things like this, I'm afraid I'll be stripped to pieces."
"Another ignorant woman came today. If she is really from the Tianzong..."
As he said this, Zhu Hongxiao couldn't help but trembled as he thought of his miserable fate.
"Anyway, the mission given by His Highness is just to cause trouble... You can leave if you just make trouble, right?"
"If I had known that there were monsters like that hiding in this wretched place, I wouldn't have come here to cause trouble even if they knocked their heads off."
The scarlet bird was jumping on the ridge of the tower, feeling increasingly irritable.
Suddenly, a bell rang behind him, and a new rain began to fall.
At that sound, the scarlet bird felt as if it was hearing a death knell, and its whole body became stiff.
"Forget it, I'm going to die anyway... If I can escape this time, I will be completely free."
It blinked desperately, fluttered its small wings, and jumped off the tower as if jumping off a building.
"Your Highness... you must keep your promise, Imperial City, this Immortal Lord is here again!"
As the scarlet bird flapped its wings, its figure grew bigger and bigger. It suddenly turned back from the city tower and crashed towards the tower. Amidst the loud noise, the tower shattered, and the huge scarlet bird opened its arms. With its long wingspan and the surge of spiritual power, a crack tore through the city wall.
The riots in the imperial city began.
Soon, almost everyone in the palace saw the blood-red giant bird perched high on the city wall. Some old people remembered that period of history and screamed in horror.
"Mr. Xueyu! It is indeed Mr. Xueyu! Is the palace formation open?"
"That's too late… "
"Hurry and invite the witch master!"