"After this street, it is Jiazi Hall, which is the secret library of the imperial city, the history and top secrets of Zhao State, and many older antiques are stored there, but the guards in the hall are extremely strict and birds are hard to get close to." Zhao Shisong pointed to a large seemingly ordinary house and slowly introduced it.

Ning Changjiu followed his pointing sight and saw the deep gate mansion, stone lions and lanterns, and the guards came and went, in an orderly manner, and seemed to have not been affected by the recent turmoil in the imperial city.

Beside him, Ning Xiaoling rubbed her eyes, and was still a little sleepy. After she was woken up by her senior brother, she was pulled out in a confused manner before she could ask what had happened.

Ning Changjiu retracted his gaze: "What a great sword intent and murderous intent."

Zhao Shisong's fist tightened in his sleeves, and then he smiled and said, "For more than a hundred years since Zhao founded the country, there are naturally many killing weapons hidden in the Jiazi Palace."

Ning Changjiu glanced at the girl beside him and said, "Junior sister, can you feel anything?"

Ning Xiaoling glanced at the deep palace courtyard, frowned and shook her head.

Zhao Shisong looked at the delicate and cute little girl and said, "I heard that this young sister was also attacked last night?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "It's also hers."

Ning Xiaoling recalled the scene last night and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, my senior brother rushed to me even if he arrived."

Zhao Shisong sighed: "Actually, Zhao has never understood why the Taoist Master has to follow Ning Qinshui with such cultivation. What are you trying to do?"

Ning Changjiu didn't want to answer this question, but just smiled and said, "Even if I was a little late last night, my junior sister wouldn't die. This little girl is amazing."

Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head slightly, her expression became extremely indifferent at that moment. It seemed that wind and snow were passing by in her eyes, and then calmed down in a flash.

She raised her head and smiled, "What are you laughing with senior brother?"

Ning rubbed her head for a long time and smiled faintly.

Zhao Shisong looked at the brother and sister and felt more and more unpredictable.

The three of them are getting farther away from Jiazi Palace.

Zhao Shisong has a noble status, and everyone always greets him when they see him along the way.

Ning Changjiu stopped and quietly looked at the awakened ancient city.

After leaving the arch under the palace wall, you can see a big lake with mist in the middle of the lake, red leaves stacked by the lake, and palace maids sprinkled with fish food by the lake, and ripples on the lake surface.

Zhao Shisong smiled and said, "This is Qifeng Lake, not artificially excavated. Zhao was built between the mountains and steep soil, which is very difficult."

Ning Long looked back and saw that the magnificent palace was built on the mountain, while the pattern of the imperial city was much flatter. Outside the continuous temples, the city was connected, and the sight was expanded further, and the villages and fortresses were also distributed in a uniform manner.

Zhao Shisong recalled something and sighed long: "Originally, Zhao State also occupied a lot of fertile soil in the south in the past. However, more than ten years ago, many of them were ceded to Rong State in exchange for a temporary peace... Unfortunately, they were also destroyed because of His Highness Xiang'er's case."

Ning Changjiu pointed south of the lake and asked, "Walking along this road is the National Master's Mansion, right?"

Zhao Shisong nodded and said, "Well, the national teacher was still full of black hair and energetic in the past two years. Now the national fortune is in decline. The national teacher inherits the national fortune, which is also the old age of the year."

Ning Changjiu asked: "What the national teacher inherits is the national destiny, so what is the witch master?"

Zhao Shisong said: "What the Witch Lord's lineage does is mainly to annotate ancient classics, inherit Taoism, and guard the city. The Witch Lord's authority over the imperial city is second only to Your Majesty, so if the imperial city is destroyed, the Witch Lord will also be backfired. When the Blood Feather Lord broke into trouble in the imperial city, the Witch Lord himself took action to suppress it."

Ning Changjiu was a little puzzled: "The national teacher inherits the fortune of a country, and the witch master inherits the fortune of a city?"

Zhao Shisong said: "That's exactly what it is."

Ning Xiaoling listened on the side and whispered: "That sounds like the National Master is much more powerful."

Zhao Shisong smiled bitterly and did not answer.

Ning Changjiu knew that he was hiding something, but after all, the matter was involved in the top secret of Zhao State and did not ask for any questions.

The three of them walked along the lakeside. Ning Changjiu looked at the red leaves floating all over the ground and said in confusion: "The book records that Xueyujun is a demon bird in the half-step purple courtyard. He has a very high position. Why did he appear in the imperial city of Zhao?"

Zhao Shisong said: "Zhao State built a city and opened up many originally barbaric lands. Perhaps the territory that was originally Xueyujun, and it was occupied for no reason, would naturally attract anger."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Can that Blood Feather Lord be killed?"

Zhao Shisong said: "It's just expelling, and the witch master was seriously injured because of this."

The two of them walked a lot of distances between questions and answers. The fog in the lake was like veil, and the light of the rising sun came from behind. Bunches of like sharp swords slowly cleared away the cold mist. On the other end of the lake shore, the guards with swords walked back and forth. Behind their intertwined figures were a large area of ​​broken ruins.

"Qianyu Palace?" Ning asked for a long time.

Ning Xiaoling stood on tiptoe and looked over. His eyes passed through the corridor between the high walls. He could only vaguely see a corner of the collapsed hall. Even after a long time, the cracked bricks and tiles along the way were moist and murderous intent.

Zhao Shisong clenched his fist in one hand and held the other hand in his arms, his eyes full of sighs. The temple that was once worshipped as a holy land has not yet emerged from the phoenix after a huge fire.

"It's a pity that I have never seen the Empress, and I can only see the Empress's appearance in heaven and earth from His Highness Xiang'er."

Ning clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping him solve his doubts."

Zhao Shisong waved his hand: "Compared with the Taoist priest's grace to save his life, it's nothing."

Ning Changjiu said: "Next, I want to take a walk with my junior sister, isn't it a big deal?"

Zhao Shisong said: "Of course, it's fine, but the Taoist priests must not trespass on the important places I mentioned just now."

Ning Changjiu said: "I have a sense of justice, so I naturally avoid those places."

Zhao Shisong suddenly looked a little embarrassed: "The prince's mansion...and that Tang Yu, I..."

Ning Changjiu said: "As long as you agree, don't interfere in this matter anymore, Zhao Xianger should have no time to take care of you."

After parting with Zhao Shisong, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling walked slowly by the lake. There was an ancient palace in the distance, and there were wet fallen leaves nearby. The golden light broke in the sky, and the fog on the lake gradually dissipated, with sporadic golden colors.

Ning Xiaoling stepped on the fallen leaves, hugged her arms with both hands, clenched her slightly thin Taoist skirt, her tender cheeks were slightly red from the cold. She looked at the direction of Qianyu Palace again, frowned slightly, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Senior brother..." Her eyes moved along the high walls of the imperial city and spoke leisurely: "What realm is you at this moment?"

Ning Changjiu looked at her in confusion, then smiled and shook her head: "The realm is just a imagination of people's arrangement, just like a cup of water. When an empty cup is empty, there is water. When some water is poured, the water overflows and it is full... In the process of pouring water, people engraved many scales on it as marks for easy recording. As milestones, I think that is meaningless."

"Why?" Ning Xiaoling was a little dissatisfied.

Ning Changjiu said: "Because the water is finally in the cup, only when the water jumps out of the cup and starts to find a larger container, that node is the real realm node..."

Ning Xiaoling sighed leisurely and smiled bitterly: "But senior brother, have you ever thought that most practitioners in the world will never be able to see the edge of the cup in their entire lives?"

Ning Changjiu stopped, thought for a while, and said, "Well, for most people, even cultivation is just a castle in the air, but you are different from junior sister. Since you can produce innate spirits, you are already above ten thousand people."

As he said this, Ning Chang thought of his current body a little depressed, thinking that he didn't know where he could go now?

Ning Xiaoling also remembered her mouse-sized broken-tailed fox, and bulged her cheeks with no confidence. She raised her head and glanced at Ning Changjiu, and said curiously: "Senior Brother, do you have a congenital spirit?"

Ning hesitated for a while before slowly spitting out a syllable: "Yes."

Ning Xiaoling was shocked and almost blurted out: "What is it?"

Ning looked at her calmly forever: "My innate spirit is gone."

Ning Xiaoling was a little dull for a moment.

Once the innate spirit appears, it will be connected with the Qihai Sea. If the innate spirit is forcibly removed, the Qihai Sea will be broken and become a waste...

What did he experience that night? Who is the person standing in front of him at this moment?

Ning Xiaoling felt a chill. She had been suppressing the fear in her heart for a long time. At this moment, she was like a needle that had been crushed through her skin, making her feel cold in body and mind.

She asked casually, "How come the innate spirit is gone? Senior brother has misremembered it?"

Ning Changjiu shook his head slightly without answering.

In that distant and almost false memory, the last scene he remembered was a sword light that was extremely bright and extremely bright into his heart. In addition to the most extreme sword light, there was a most indifferent and beautiful face.

He didn't know her name, but he knew that it was his master.

In his vague memory, he vaguely saw that his innate spirit was pulled out by her and cut off with a sword.

She seemed to say something to herself, and that sentence seemed very important, but he couldn't remember it.

The memory of that life came to an abrupt end, and then he woke up in this body. He only vaguely remembered that he was trapped in a desolate place like a cemetery.

He no longer thought about those things, and looked at the city tower of Zhao State. The rising light of the sun shone on the ancient city, looking like a trapped beast in his twilight years.

"Do you like this city?" Ning Changjiu suddenly asked.

Ning Xiaoling sat down on the shore of the lake, and her petite and beautiful shadow reflected in the water, she said lightly:

"I've only been here for a few days, how can I talk about liking and annoying?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I think it's very difficult to live in Zhao for the past century."

Ning Xiaoling nodded and said, "The two hungry wolves from Rongguo and Fengguo are always staring at each other. Even if they have cut a lot of their own meat, how can they feed them?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Then do you know why Zhao State could open up a piece of its own territory among them a hundred years ago?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I was not born at that time, how could I know?"

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Because there is an immortal help."

Ning Xiaoling also smiled: "Senior brother believes in those legends?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I have read some classics of human dynasties. At that time, I thought it was legends. I lived in the palace these days, and I vaguely felt that those legends might be true."

Ning Xiaoling shook her legs gently and said, "What are the senior brothers saying? What legends are they?"

Ning Changjiu also sat down beside her: "That is the real foundation of Zhao State. My junior sister is too young, and it may sound a bit frightening at this moment."

Ning Xiaoling blinked: "It doesn't matter, senior brother, please tell me?"

...

...
To be continued...