Why

A sigh came from all directions, not helplessness, but regret, pity, sympathy

"Ningbeichuan, do you know what immortal is?"

After sighing, an extremely old sound came from the thatched hut, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and had seen all the vicissitudes of the world. Ning Beichuan crawled on the ground, his body shook gently unconsciously.

"I don't know"

Before he finished speaking, a strange wind blew silently from the top of the mountain. Suddenly, he rushed under Ning Beichuan, quickly lifted him up, and then blew dozens of feet high into the sky.

This! Ning Beichuan's body was completely out of control and then quickly fell to the ground.

After four rotations and eight revolutions, and kneeling for three consecutive days, Ning Beichuan felt that he was about to faint.

Dead!

Ning Beichuan closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly his body fell down lightly, as if he was being held back by something, and then slowly fell to the ground.

At the same time, a cool breeze blew into his body. For some reason, the whole person seemed to have recovered a lot of strength. Logically speaking, after three days of kneeling, not only did the qi and blood deficit, but his body was also very stiff. After the cool breeze, there was a trace of blood on his pale face, and his limbs could be stretched freely, and he could barely stand.

"Is this an immortal?" Ning Beichuan murmured, very shocked. It turned out that there was an immortal standing behind the powerful Zhao State. No wonder he was able to defeat the Three Kingdoms coalition and recover lost territory.

"It's still far away, but it's enough to determine your life and death in an instant." The national master didn't speak loudly, but Ning Beichuan could always hear every word clearly.

"What does it matter if this Zhixuan disappears?" Ning Beichuan walked out of shock, felt a vague feeling of something big in his heart, and asked quickly.

"What I saw was the immortal." The national master seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but seemed a little unwilling to be envious.

"Immortal!" Ning Beichuan felt struck by lightning, opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

The legendary immortal took Bai Zhixuan away?

But why is this?

Is Zhixuan willing?

"Master, can you teach me the method of cultivating immortals?" After a long time, Ning Beichuan suddenly knelt down on the ground and asked.

"Huh?" The national master was surprised when he heard the hut. Ning Beichuan was a little beyond him. He didn't expect that this person was so in a strong state of mind and did not retreat. He was just a little surprised when he first heard the word "immortal".

"Is it impossible for everyone to obtain immortality? I have observed that you do not have the qualifications to cultivate immortality, otherwise you will definitely do something based on your nature."

The national teacher was not stingy with his praise for Ning Beichuan. In fact, the national teacher admired him very much. Otherwise, when Emperor Zhao came to ask for him that day, he would not have come out.

"No hope at all?" Ning Beichuan's voice trembled a little.

"This is not absolute. This world is not only the state of Zhao in your eyes. The vast world outside has nurtured infinite possibilities, but it is too difficult. What kind of virtue can mortals get those fortunes? Lord Ning, she has her fortune, why should you be so stubborn? Perhaps this is her immortal fate."

There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the national master. Bai Zhixuan had her own immortal fate. And looking at the means left by "that person", perhaps she could go further in the pursuit of the road of immortality, much further than herself.

After speaking, the national master saw Ning Beichuan silently and said lightly: "I have said everything I should say and what I shouldn't say. You go, so I'll do it myself."

After talking, a breeze blew by, Ningbeichuan had already come from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

This is the power of an immortal, it is so powerful.

The national master said that he was a real immortal, and it goes without saying that he was stronger than him. If such a strong person took Zhixuan away, how could I compete with him?

A feeling of powerlessness suddenly arose in Ning Beichuan's heart, and despair and helplessness filled his whole body.

Perhaps Zhixuan really got her own immortal fate. She can also become an immortal, she can also have powerful magic power and a long life span

Damn it! This reason can't convince yourself.

Ning Beichuan hit the pine tree with both fists, and the flesh and blood were blurred on his fists, and blood ticked down.

She and Bai Zhixuan grew up together as a childhood sweetheart. Even if she gets the fate of immortality, she will definitely tell her even if she wants to leave.

It is impossible to leave without saying a word like this, the only possibility is to be forcibly taken away.

Zhixuan, where are you?

How can I find you?

In the vast world, where do I look for my opportunities?

What exactly should I do?

Ning Beichuan stood there like a piece of wood. After a quarter of an hour, he looked up at the top of the mountain, bowed and left without looking back. The national master said that in this regard, he could be said to have exposed the most secret matter of Zhao State to him. If he still stayed here, he would have let Emperor Zhao down.

"Zhixuan, wait for me, I must find you."

After leaving Ningbeichuan, a figure appeared out of thin air in the courtyard. It was an old man with white hair, wearing a plain white dress, leaning on a dragon-shaped crutch, hunched over, and a candle in the wind.

But his eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the world. At this moment, he frowned slightly, looked at the direction of Ning Beichuan leaving, and murmured to himself: "This guy is a bit unusual. Is this right or wrong?"

"I just hope that 'that' won't come back."

"Oh, it's a pity. This boy is quite talented. If I pass it on, I can continue to protect Zhao after I leave."

"only"

Maybe this is fate.

A month later, in a blink of an eye, the north wind was rustling, the fallen leaves were rustling, and the cold winter weather was already.

There has been a snowfall in the imperial city, covered with silver.

On the wall of the imperial city, Emperor Zhao took all the civil and military officials of the court to bid farewell to Ningbeichuan.

"Ning Aiqing, are you really going to leave?" Emperor Zhao carried his hands on his back, looking down at the snowy scenery outside the city wall, and his words were full of reluctance.

"I have no way to repay Your Majesty's kindness, but I have to leave. Zhixuan may be suffering at this time. I can't sleep at night when I think of this." Ning Beichuan knelt on the ground, crying.

Emperor Zhao was like Bole and a thousand-mile horse to himself. When he saw it, he was not only a monarch and minister, but also a confidant.

"Hey, don't worry, I will take good care of you and Bai Zhixuan's family."

"Thank you, I have no way to repay you, if you do not want to be repaid in the future"

Emperor Zhao interrupted him directly and said, "No future, I will wait for you to come back, and Zhao State will wait for you to come back, go.

Come on, prepare wine, I will see Lord Ning off in person.”

Outside the imperial city, Ning Beichuan and Emperor Zhao looked at each other and smiled, drank each other a glass, and then threw the wine glasses on the snow.

"Beichuan, take care of yourself! It's getting late, go quickly."

Ning Beichuan nodded heavily, then took out a horse, carried a bamboo basket, and embarked on his journey of seeking immortals and asking for Taoism.
Chapter completed!