In the dim light of the sky and the earth, the palace seemed silent in the depths of the palaces. The far-reaching roof was like the wings of a Kunpeng, and the glazed tiles in the rain were flowing with colors that were neither quiet nor noisy.
All the floor-to-ceiling palace lanterns in the palace have been lit. The young emperor stands beside the golden pillar wrapped with dragons, looking at the rain.
He recalled the scene of the blue and white sedan entering the palace just now. As the supreme king of the country, the woman in the sedan did not even have the courtesy to see her when she got off the sedan, and drove towards the depths of the palace as if she could not see him.
Fortunately, those ministers bowed their heads or prostrated, so no one should have seen his embarrassing scene.
He sighed, recalling the flowing phantom between the white curtains and blue flowers, and his heart palpitated. Although he had never met her, he felt that all the women in his harem had become rouge fans.
It's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to be immortal.
While thinking, I saw a figure running towards here in a panic at the foot of the steps in the distance.
"Song Tie?" The emperor narrowed his eyes, feeling some ominous premonition in his heart.
Master Song ran over despite the autumn rain without holding an umbrella, carrying his cumbersome and wide lapel.
"Song Aiqing came to see me today, why are you in such a hurry?" The emperor put his hands in front of him and looked at him calmly and calmly.
Song Xi knelt down and saluted, "See Your Majesty..."
The emperor helped him up, wiped the rain off his clothes, and asked, "Is there something big?"
Song Zi said anxiously: "I just received a secret report that a group of assassins sneaked into the imperial city at Mao hour today. Now I think they have dispersed into the palace."
The emperor frowned, but remained calm and continued to ask: "Can you find out their background?"
Song Side said: "Most of the assassins are from the Song Kingdom. One of them is extremely arrogant. Several spies have witnessed him in different places. According to the intelligence, he is the number one assassin in the Jin Kingdom... Caiyigui."
The emperor's heart tightened. He looked around and said calmly: "Who let them in? Who did they come in to kill?"
Song Zhi immediately said: "We have found out, and they are gathered outside the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion!"
When the emperor heard the words "Guo Shi Fu", he understood in his heart, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief. On the surface, he pretended not to know, and said sadly: "Although the Guo Shi is old, he is the humeral minister of our Zhao State. These evil people of the Gu State , want to destroy the foundation of our Zhao Kingdom! It is said that Sister Xiang'er is also in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion now... I have always felt guilty about his mother's death. In this situation... I am incompetent. Now I let the people in the palace With the masters surrounding the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion together, can they save their urgent need?"
Song Zi immediately comforted him and said: "Your Majesty is here in the Kingdom of Zhao. I came to see your Majesty today because I hope that your Majesty will take strict precautions and never let those villains infiltrate into this deep palace!"
The emperor nodded lightly and said confidently: "Now that all the masters from Zhao are gathered here, and the Immortal Sect woman is sitting in the temple, they will not dare to come here to die today, let alone..."
A smile appeared on the emperor's face, he leaned back slightly, and there was a hint of majesty in his tone: "What's more, I hold the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle in my hand. If they really dare to attack, the Suzaku Killing Formation will come together. I am in this palace." If there is a god, what should we fear?"
Hearing this, Song Zi was obviously relieved and echoed: "What your Majesty said is absolutely true, but I am worrying too much."
This was a conversation that took place in the palace before Lord Xueyu came to the city.
The young Emperor looked at the rain that was falling more and more heavily, and at the bleak autumn rain under the dim sky. He couldn't help but recall the blue and white sedan chair. Jealousy and envy were mixed in his heart, and he wished he could wait for this moment. Then he held the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle and saw who was better, between himself and the fairy woman in the palace where a god sat high.
Can that worldly Immortal Sect really be so arrogant
Song stood beside him, reporting something in a low voice. At this moment, seeing His Majesty looking at Qiu Yu with a desolate expression, he couldn't help but recall that he had been running up and down the past twenty days, and felt exhausted mentally and physically. Appear old.
Then there was a loud noise outside the palace, and with the sound of birdsong tearing through the sky, the news of Blood Feather King's Landing spread like a plague.
The masters hidden in the darkness surrounded the palace, as if they were facing formidable enemies.
After the young emperor heard the news, he didn't react for a short time. Then, he saw a white rainbow rising from the ground, passing over the palace, and going through the vast autumn rain.
At that moment, he couldn't help but tremble all over. He grabbed Song Bian's official uniform and said, "Quick, follow me into the palace."
Song Xiang was obviously panicked. The blood-feathered monarch's illustrious and vicious reputation had been circulated in the Zhao Kingdom for decades, and had even become a royal monster used by many women to scare their children. At this moment, the legend came into reality, and the fear deep in his heart was like the mouth of a deep well. The cold air coming out.
"Your Majesty wants to..."
The emperor looked determined, "Take the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle, I will launch the Suzaku Killing Formation!"
Song Xiang was even more panicked: "Your Majesty, you must not do it. This thing has a very serious backlash. Your Majesty's body of gold must not be in danger. It is better to find a prince with the blood of the emperor..."
Song Zhi did not say any more, because the emperor turned his head and looked at him with gnawing anger in his eyes.
Song Zifan suddenly woke up and knew that he had touched his reverse scale. The Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle was a power that only the emperor could inherit since the founding of the Zhao Kingdom. How could it fall into the hands of others? What's more, if others take control of the palace formation, there is no telling what would happen.
The emperor looked at him, the anger in his eyes slowly subdued, and he sighed and said: "I know that Song Aiqing also thinks about me, but I really can't bear to see all the people being troubled by those evil spirits again. Today, the Blood Feather Lord comes again. , there must be a big conspiracy behind it... I have made up my mind, there is no need to persuade me."
Song Zhi bowed deeply and said with emotion: "Your Majesty is worthy of being the king of Zhao!"
The emperor nodded lightly and said: "Don't waste time. The situation is still under control now. Follow me to get the Fire Pestle."
Song Zi was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "Your Majesty... this is a top secret of the country. How can I step into the forbidden area at will?"
The emperor looked at him and said: "Although the Suzaku Burning Fire Pestle is a sacred object, every time it is used, the person who takes the pestle will suffer backlash... Mr. Song has dedicated his life for these decades. I don't doubt you, come with me." "
Song Zi immediately understood that the emperor wanted him to get the pestle for him, and he didn't doubt what he said. It was just because he didn't have the emperor's blood and couldn't drive the pestle after taking it...
He sneered in his heart, but on his face he looked calm as if he were ready to die. His voice was generous: "I am willing to go through thick and thin for the country of Zhao."
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This is a late autumn rain. No matter how hard or fast the rain is, it just gives people a bleak feeling.
The yellow leaves on many big branches finally couldn't hang on anymore and were knocked down in the autumn rain and piled up on the ground.
In the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, Ning stood by the window for a long time, looking at the rain outside. Ning Xiaoling sat sideways on a chair, with a black fur coat under her body and some extra clothes wrapped around her body. People look round.
"Brother, I'm afraid..." Ning Xiaoling wrapped her clothes tightly and looked at the rain with deep fear in her eyes.
Ning closed the window for a long time and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Ning Xiaoling said timidly: "There must be something big happening in this city. They say that the fire at the city gate has affected the fish in the pond. We should have left earlier. We shouldn't have waded into this muddy water."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Junior sister, do you have any wishes?"
Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled, moved her chair with her body, and asked fearfully: "Is this imperial city really so dangerous now?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "I'm just asking, nothing else."
Ning Xiaoling said oh, she raised her head, rocked the chair, and thought, "I want to become a Taoist priest."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Aren't we the same?"
Ning Xiaoling said with a serious face: "I mean that kind of real Taoist priest. Of course I am not enough, um... Ning Qiu Shui is not enough. I want a sword to suppress the demons, a talisman to command hundreds of ghosts... that kind of Taoist priest!"
Ning Jiujiu looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why do you have such an idea?"
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and thought for a while, then just said: "I just thought about it casually before, but a year ago, I formed an innate spirit. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my fantasy became clear."
Ning Jiujiu sat down next to her and asked equally seriously: "Then if I lock you here now, will you be angry?"
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Why are you angry?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is a big ghost in the imperial city now. Since you want to become a real Taoist priest, I should take you to see it."
Ning Xiaoling shook her head repeatedly: "I'm not stupid either. What if I lose my life?"
Ning looked into her black and white eyes for a long time and said: "Junior sister, whether you have any difficulties now or in the future, just tell me and I will be on your side."
Ning Xiaoling looked at him, her eyes flashing, but she hesitated to speak.
She sat in the chair, her body became more flexed, and said: "I'm fine... Senior brother, tell me your story. What chance did you get to become so powerful now? You used to be a What an idiot."
"I don't have any stories." Ning thought for a while and said, "How about I tell you a story about a little Taoist priest."
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "Okay."
Ning Jiujiu began the story: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There was a Taoist temple on the mountain. There were seven disciples in the temple. The youngest disciple was responsible for closing the door every day."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Where is the master in the temple?"
Ning Jiujiu replied: "Master has been in seclusion for decades and never cares about his disciples. In that Taoist temple, everyone listens to the words of the senior sister and the second senior brother. It was the second senior brother who led the little Taoist priest into the temple when he was very young. I saw a list, which clearly planned his monastic career for the next twelve years, including what to practice when he started, how long it took to complete it, when to form a spirit, when to break through, and even when to get married. Gotta be clear.”
"These are all written by that master? Life is impermanent. No matter how clearly a person's life is arranged, there will always be changes." Ning Xiaoling questioned.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head: "No, that master is a real immortal. This youngest disciple practices step by step according to the plan, and every step is in perfect compliance with the rules and regulations on the paper."
Ning Xiaoling didn't believe it: "How can there be such a god in the world? What's next?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Next, the little Taoist priest followed the master's arrangements and practiced. When he was sixteen years old, he refused the marriage arranged by the master for him and only wanted to continue practicing with concentration."
Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up: "Is this a variable?"
Ning Changjiu smiled and shook his head: "No, it doesn't matter. This is the last year of those twelve years. After the young disciple refused to get married, the second senior brother gave him a new list, which is what he wants for the next twelve years. Everything you do, every point in time, is extremely clear.”
Ning Xiaoling asked: "What if he agrees to the marriage?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "For a fairy like that, no matter how you choose, she will naturally have her own arrangements."
Ning Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully: "What happened next?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Later, the little Taoist priest followed the path drawn by the master and practiced seriously. Twelve years later, the Taoist path was perfect, and on the night of the full moon, he ascended together with the six senior brothers and sisters in the temple."
Ning Xiaoling waited for him to continue speaking, but Ning Jiujiu did not speak for a long time. Ning Xiaoling said in surprise: "No more?"
Ning didn't answer for a long time.
Ning Xiaoling was very angry: "What kind of story is this? It's so boring! Brother, you just deliberately fooled me."
A faint smile appeared on Ning Changjiu's lips: "Yes, such a life is so boring."
Ning Xiaoling did not give up and continued to ask: "What about that master? Such a god-like figure, that little disciple has never seen him at a glance?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I saw it."
Ning Xiaoling looked slightly strange.
Ning Jiujiu held the back of the chair with both hands, listening to the sound of rain outside, and said: "When the young disciple was ascending, the master came out of the vision, pierced his heart with a sword, and chopped off his supposed perfect innateness with one sword. Spirit, and then the young disciple was knocked off the cloud cliff, his life or death uncertain."
Ning Xiaoling looked into his eyes, and her hands wrapped in fur clothes suddenly tightened. She said: "Although the ending just now was boring, you don't have to make it up to fool me. There is no master in the world who can kill..."
As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent. She looked at Ning Changjiu, remembering that she and he were almost killed by the master.
If it’s not flesh and blood of a close relative, what can’t be killed
Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That little Taoist priest is so pitiful. If there is an afterlife..."
Ning Jiujiu interrupted softly: "How can there be an afterlife in this world?"
Outside the window, the ringing of the ancient bells of the imperial city could be heard.
Not long after, rumbling thunder also sounded.
The autumn wind seemed to be blown up by autumn thunder, breaking open the unclosed windows. Raindrops wrapped in dead leaves blew in, and the books and poems on the desk were full of scrolls.
Ning Jiujiu did not close it immediately, but looked out the window in silence.
Ning Xiaoling turned her head and looked at his profile carefully. Although it was so close, it was like the stars in the night sky that people looked up at in the wilderness. Each one was a bright and twinkling ghost.
Only the light can be seen, not the skin.
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The rain was getting heavier, and Lord Xueyu squatted pitifully by the lake with a red umbrella in his mouth. In order to save energy, he didn't even use his demonic power to shield himself from the autumn rain. At this moment, he was soaked through and looked as embarrassed as a drowned rat.
At this moment, it was staring at the lake without tears.
Then it discovered that the lake surface seemed to be covered with a shallow layer of frost, which undulated with the waves and condensed into colder and harder ice.
Above the sky, thunder light illuminates the scale-like clouds from time to time, and the sound is deafening.
The three figures on the lake had already collided with each other, and then disappeared into the autumn rain at an extremely fast speed. It was difficult to catch the sight, and all they could see was the storm caused by spiritual power.
And in the imperial city, the young emperor ran out in a panic. He no longer had the imperial demeanor, staggered and fell into the heavy rain, shouting in pain: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming... Song Side, Song Side Inverted!"