In the dimly lit world, the palace seemed silent in the depths of the halls, the far-reaching roof was like the wings of a Kunpeng, and the glazed tiles in the rain flowed with unquiet and noisy colors.

The floor lamps in the palace have been lit, and His Majesty the young emperor stands beside the golden pillar of the dragon, looking at the rain.

He recalled the scene of the blue and white sedan chair entering the palace, as the supreme of a country, the woman in the sedan chair didn't even have the etiquette to get off the sedan chair when she saw it, and drove towards the depths of the palace as if she couldn't see herself.

Fortunately, those courtiers bowed their heads or prostrate, and no one should have seen their embarrassing scene.

He sighed, thinking back to the glittering shadow between the white curtains and blue flowers, his heart throbbed, although he had never met, he also felt that those women in his harem had become rouge fans.

It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to be immortal.

Between my thoughts, I saw a figure running towards here in a panic at the foot of the steps in the distance.

"Song side?" the emperor narrowed his eyes, and there was some foreboding in his heart.

That Lord Song didn't have an umbrella, but ran over against the autumn rain with a somewhat cumbersome and broad placket.

"Song Aiqing came to see me today, why are you in such a hurry?" the emperor pressed his hand in front of him, and looked at him gently, not in a hurry.

Song knelt on the ground and saluted, "See Your Majesty'......"

The Emperor lifted him up, dusted off the rain from his clothes, and asked, "But is there a big deal?"

Song Fang said anxiously: "I just got the secret report, and at the end of the day, a group of assassins sneaked into the imperial city, and now they have dispersed into the palace. ”

The emperor frowned, but remained silent, and continued to ask, "Can you find out where they came from?"

Song said: "Most of the assassins are from the Song Kingdom, and one of them is extremely ostentatious, and many spies have witnessed him in different places, according to intelligence, it is the number one assassin of the Jin Kingdom...... Rainbow Ghost. ”

The emperor's heart tightened, he looked around, and forced himself to calm down: "Who let them in? Who are they going to kill when they come in?"

Song Fang immediately said: "It has been found, and most of them are gathered outside the National Teacher's Mansion!"

When the emperor heard the three words of the National Teacher's Mansion, he knew it in his heart, and quickly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface, he pretended not to know, and said sadly: "Although the National Teacher is old, he is the minister of my Zhao State, and these villains of the Jin State are trying to destroy the foundation of my Zhao State! It is said that Sister Xiang'er is also in the National Teacher's Mansion now...... I have often felt sorry for the death of his mother, and the current state of affairs is ...... It's because I'm incompetent, and now I've let the masters in the palace surround the National Teacher's Mansion together, can I save them from their urgent needs?"

Song Fang immediately said with relief: "Your Majesty is here in Zhao Kingdom, and the minister came to see Your Majesty today, hoping that Your Majesty will strictly guard against it, and you must not let those villains infiltrate into this deep palace!"

The emperor nodded lightly and said confidently: "Now that all my Zhao masters are gathered here, and there is that immortal sect woman in the temple, I don't dare to come here to die today, let alone ......"

A smile appeared on the emperor's face, his body leaned back slightly, and there was a hint of majesty in his tone: "What's more, I hold the Vermilion Bird Burning Pestle in my hand, if they really dare to attack, the Vermilion Bird will kill together, and I will be like a god in this palace, so what is there to fear?"

When Song Fang heard this, he was obviously relieved, and echoed: "What Your Majesty said is extremely true, and the minister is too worried. ”

This was a conversation that took place in the palace before the Blood Feather Lord arrived in the city.

His Majesty the young emperor looked at the heavier and heavier rain, looked at the dazed skylight, the autumn rain that was more than bleak, and couldn't help but think back to the blue and white sedan chair, the jealousy and envy in his heart were mixed, and he couldn't wait to hold the Vermilion Bird burning pestle at this moment to see who was better in the palace like a god, and the fairy woman.

That Immortal Sect outside the world, can it really be so unpopular?

Song stood beside him, whispering something, at this moment, seeing His Majesty looking at the autumn rain, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't help but recall that he had been running up and down for the past 20 days, and he also felt exhausted, and his face, which should have been radiant, was also full of old age at the moment.

Then there was a loud bang outside the palace, and as the chirping of birds tore through the sky, the news of Bloodfeather King's Landing spread like a plague.

The masters hidden in the darkness surrounded the palace, all like great enemies.

When the young emperor heard this, he did not react for a short time, and then he saw a white rainbow rise from the ground, passing over the palace and passing through the vast autumn rain.

At that moment, he couldn't help trembling all over, grabbed Song Fang's official uniform, and said, "Quick, follow me into the palace." ”

Song Bian was obviously also panicked, the famous name of the Blood Feather Monarch has been circulating in the Zhao Kingdom for decades, and has even become the royal monster for many women to scare their children, at this moment the legend shines into reality, and the fear in the bottom of his heart is like a cold air coming out of the mouth of a deep well.

"Your Majesty is going to ......"

The emperor's expression was firm, "Take the Vermilion Bird Burning Fire Pestle, I want to open the Vermilion Bird Killing Array!"

Song Bian was even more panicked: "Your Majesty, this thing must not be devoured, Your Majesty's golden body must not be in danger, it is better to find a prince with imperial blood......"

Song Fang didn't say any more, because the emperor turned his head and looked at him with devouring anger in his eyes.

Song Fang suddenly woke up and knew that he had touched his scales. The Vermilion Bird Burning Pestle is an authority that only the emperor can inherit since the founding of the Zhao Dynasty, where can it fall into the hands of others, not to mention, let others master the palace array, it may cause some situation.

The emperor looked at him, the anger in his eyes slowly suppressed, he sighed, and said: "I know that Song Aiqing is also thinking about me, but I really can't see that the people are burdened by those demons anymore...... I have made up my mind, so I don't need to be persuaded by me. ”

Song Fang bowed deeply and said movingly: "Your Majesty is worthy of being the king of Zhao Kingdom!"

The emperor nodded lightly and said, "Don't waste time, the situation can still be grasped now, quickly follow me to get the incinerator pestle." ”

Song Fang was slightly stunned and said suspiciously: "Your Majesty...... This is the top secret of the country, how can a minister step into the forbidden land at will?"

The emperor looked at him and said, "Although the Vermilion Bird Burning Pestle is a sacred object, every time it is used, the person who takes the pestle will be counterattacked...... Lord Song has done his best in the past few decades, I don't doubt you, come with me. ”

Song Fang immediately understood that the emperor wanted to take the pestle for him, and he didn't doubt himself, but because he didn't have the emperor's blood, he couldn't drive it after taking the pestle......

He sneered in his heart, but his face was as calm as if he was at home, and his voice was generous: "The minister is willing to go to the sea for Zhao Guo." ”

......

......

This is a late autumn rain, and no matter how heavy and urgent the rain is, it only gives people a bleak feeling.

The yellow leaves on the branches of many large trees finally could not hang anymore, and they were beaten down in this autumn rain and piled up all over the ground.

In the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, Ning Chang stood by the window, looking at the rain outside, Ning Xiaoling sat on a chair with a black coat under him, and he was also wrapped in more clothes, and the whole person looked round.

"Senior brother, I'm scared......" Ning Xiaoling wrapped his clothes tightly, looking at the rain, there was deep fear in his eyes.

Ning Chang closed the window and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Ning Xiaoling said timidly: "There must be something big happening in this city, it is said that the fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, we should have left earlier, we shouldn't have gone to this troubled water." ”

Ning Chang said, "Senior sister, do you have any wishes?"

Ning Xiaoling was slightly startled, moved the chair with her body, and said in fear: "Now this imperial city is really so dangerous?"

Ning Changchang smiled: "I just asked, I didn't mean anything else." ”

Ning Xiaoling sighed, she raised her head, shook her chair with a gurgle, and said while thinking, "I want to be a Taoist priest." ”

Ning Chang said: "Aren't we?"

Ning Xiaoling said with a serious face: "I mean that kind of real Taoist priest, of course I'm not enough, huh...... It's not enough to capture water, I want the demons of Sword Town, Fu Yi Hundred Ghosts...... That kind of Taoist priest!"

Ning Changjiu looked at her with some surprise and asked, "Why do you have this idea?"

Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and thought about it, but said, "I used to just think about it casually, but a year ago, I formed an innate spirit, and at that moment I suddenly felt that my fantasy became clear. ”

Ning Changjiu sat down beside her and asked equally seriously, "Then I lock you up here now, will you be angry?"

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Why are you angry?"

Ning Chang said: "Now there is a big ghost in the imperial city, since you want to become a real Taoist priest, I should take you to take a look." ”

Ning Xiaoling shook her head again and again: "I'm not stupid, what if I lose my life?"

Ning Chang looked at her black and white eyes and said, "Senior sister, whether it is now or in the future, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, I will be on your side." ”

Ning Xiaoling looked at him, her eyes flashed, and she stopped talking.

She snuggled up in her chair, leaned a little tighter, and said, "I'm fine...... Senior brother, tell me your story, what kind of chance did you get, and now you have become so powerful, you used to be a fool. ”

"I don't have a story. Ning thought for a long time and said, "Why don't I tell you a story about a little Taoist priest." ”

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Ning Changjiu began the beginning of this story: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and there were seven disciples in the temple, and the youngest disciple was responsible for closing the door to the temple every day. ”

Ning Xiaoling asked, "What about the master in the view?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "Master has been closed for decades, never caring about his disciples, in that Taoist temple, everyone listens to the words of the senior sister and the second senior brother. When he was very young, he had read a list of his monastic career plans for the next 12 years, including what to practice at the beginning, how much time to cultivate, when to become a spiritual monk, when to break through the realm, and even when to get married. ”

"All of this was written by that master? Life is impermanent, and no matter how clearly a person's life is arranged, there will always be changes. Ning Xiaoling questioned.

Ning Chang shook his head: "No, that master is a real immortal, this youngest disciple practiced step by step according to that plan, and every step was tightly aligned with the rules and regulations on the paper. ”

Ning Xiaoling didn't believe it: "How can there be such an immortal in the world?"

Ning Chang said: "Next, that little Taoist priest practiced according to the master's arrangement, and at the age of sixteen, he refused the marriage arranged for him by the master, and was only willing to continue to devote himself to cultivation. ”

Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up: "Is this a variable?"

Ning Changchang smiled and shook his head: "No, this is the last year of those twelve years, after the little disciple refused to marry, the second senior brother gave him a new list, which is what he has to do in the next twelve years, every one, every point in time is extremely clear." ”

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Then if he agrees to the marriage?"

Ning Chang said: "An immortal character like that, no matter how you choose, she naturally has her own arrangements." ”

Ning Xiaoling nodded thoughtfully: "What about later?"

Ning Chang said: "Later, the little Taoist priest followed the trajectory drawn by the master and practiced seriously, and twelve years later, the avenue was complete, and on the night of the full moon, the six senior brothers and sisters in the view flew up together. ”

Ning Xiaoling waited for him to continue, but Ning Changjiu didn't speak, Ning Xiaoling said in surprise: "It's gone?"

Ning did not answer for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling was very annoyed: "What kind of story is this? It's so boring! Senior brother, you are just trying to fool me." ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ning Changjiu's mouth: "Yes, how boring that life is." ”

Ning Xiaoling didn't give up, and continued to ask: "What about that master? Such a fairy-like figure, that little disciple didn't see it at a glance?"

Ning Chang said: "I saw it." ”

Ning Xiaoling's expression was slightly different.

Ning Changjiu held the back of the chair with both hands, listened to the sound of rain outside, and said: "When the little disciple was soaring, the master broke out of the view, pierced his heart with a sword, and slashed his congenital spirit that should have been perfected with a sword, and then the little disciple was knocked off the cloud cliff, and his life and death were uncertain. ”

Ning Xiaoling looked at his eyes, and the hand wrapped in his robe suddenly tightened, and she said: "Although the ending just now is boring, you don't have to make it up like this to fool me, how can there be a master in the world who kills ......?"

As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent, she looked at Ning Changjiu and remembered that she and he were almost killed by the master.

If you are not a close relative, what can you not kill?

Ning Xiaoling sighed: "That little Taoist priest is really pitiful, if there is an afterlife......

Ning Changjiu interrupted softly: "How can there be an afterlife in this world?"

Outside the window, the ringing of the ancient bell of the imperial city came.

After a while, the rumbling thunder also sounded in bursts.

The autumn wind seemed to be blown up by the autumn thunder, crashing open the unclosed window, and the rain wrapped in the dead leaves blew in, and the poems and books on the case were scattered.

Ning Chang didn't close it immediately, but looked out the window silently.

Ning Xiaoling turned his head sideways and looked at his side face seriously, obviously so close, but it was like the stars in the night sky that people looked up at in the wilderness, each of them was a bright and flickering ghost.

You can only see the light, but you can't see the skin.

......

......

The rain was even heavier, and the Blood Feather Monarch was squatting pitifully by the lake with a red umbrella in his mouth, in order to save his strength, he didn't even cover the autumn rain with his demonic power, and at the moment it was drenched, embarrassed like a chicken in soup.

Now it was about to cry and stare at the surface of the lake without tears.

Then it found that the surface of the lake seemed to be covered with a shallow layer of frost, which rose and fell with the waves, condensing into colder, harder ice.

Above the sky, thunder lit up the scaly clouds from time to time, and the sound was deafening.

The three figures on the surface of the lake had already collided together, and then disappeared into the autumn rain at a very fast speed, and it was difficult to catch the sight, only the storm set off by spiritual power.

In the imperial city, the young emperor ran out in a panic, he no longer had the demeanor of an emperor, and staggered into the heavy rain, crying out in pain: "Come on! Come on...... Song side, Song side is reversed!"