[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

The sun is getting stronger and stronger.

Zhao Ning wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief, panting heavily.

A night without sleep and running all the way against the cold wind made her weak body even weaker.

Zhao Ning rested on Nan Xing's shoulder for a while, watching the flying sand and rocks in the formation, counting the time.

After living for two lifetimes, Zhao Ning finally realized that he still has some usefulness.

At the very least, she knows how to decipher these formations.

Life in the deep palace is very boring, not to mention, Zhao Ning is still a sick child who cannot do without medicine.Year after year, day after day, the boring and tasteless life of taking medicine can drive people crazy.

Zhao Ning was afraid that he would bore himself to death before he died of illness, so he had nothing to do, read books, tinkered and carved a small thing, after a long time, he felt that life was very fulfilling.

Zhao Ning also watched this congenital gossip a few times when he was bored.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Ning tried hard to recall the change of position just now.

After a while, Zhao Ning said: "Xiao Yu, you take four steps forward."

Pang Yu carefully avoided the suspended stones and took four steps forward.

The wind is much less.

Zhao Ning looked at the sun and discerned the time.

Time slipped away bit by bit, Zhao Ning said: "Help me take two steps to the left."

The wind stopped.

The flying sand dissipated, and Zhao Ning finally came out of the Five Elements Formation.

Nan Xing supported Zhao Ning and sat for a while, while Pang Yu's attendants squeezed Pang Yu's shoulders and beat his legs, they were very busy.

Pang Yu narrowed his eyes and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Before he came, he thought that the Taihao Mausoleum would not be easy to get in, so the people he brought were all the elite among the elites, all of them had top-notch martial arts, but who would have thought that they would not be able to use any martial arts at this Taihao Mausoleum.

Zhao Ning rested for a while, and said to Pang Yu, "Xiao Yu, go back."

Pang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "A-Ning, I'm going to find you the immortal grass."

Zhao Ning shook his head, and said, "I asked Xinghua, this is a trap set by Zhao Jue, and you and Zhan Zhao have fallen for it."

Pang Yu closed his eyes, the dark red marks slightly exposed in the hem of Zhao Ning's clothes made him unable to open his eyes.

Pang Yu's Adam's apple rolled, and said: "It's all here, it's okay to go in and have a look."

Seeing that Pang Yu couldn't be moved, Zhao Ning had no choice but to give up, shared some food with everyone, and continued on the road after a short rest.

In the gossip altar, the stones surrounding Zhan Zhao slowly dissipated, only the water still followed him as if it had eyes.

The Juque sword cuts iron like mud, but it cannot cut the softest water in the world.

Zhan Zhao stopped, his physical strength was exhausted to the limit, and he almost couldn't hold Ju Que.

Following Zhan Zhao's movements, the water stopped, gradually rising from the soles of his feet, and soon reached the position of his knees.

Zhan Zhao looked at the knee-high water, took a deep breath, and started a new round of racing against the water.

Zhao Ning went all the way through the gates and finally arrived at the Bagua altar.

Looking from a distance, the Bagua Altar is surrounded by dense fog, and the sun at noon can't dissipate even an iota.

Zhao Ning frowned, the blueprint Xinghua gave Zhan Zhao was problematic, so he had to go to the gossip forum.

But now that the mechanism of the Eight Diagrams Forum has been activated, the dense fog has not cleared, obviously it has surrounded Zhan Zhao for many days.

"Zhan Zhao, are you inside?"

Zhao Ning shouted.

Zhan Zhao, who was surrounded by water, moved his ears, and heard Zhao Ning's hoarse voice from a distance: "Don't move, I'll come in now."

Zhan Zhao glanced at the water that quickly gathered at his feet, and said loudly, "Don't come in! It's full of water!"

water?

Zhao Ning frowned, looked up at the sun, it was already noon.

Zhao Ning retracted the foot that was just about to land.

Li is fire, ridge is water, li is the sun in the east, and ridge is the moon in the west.

Zhan Zhao is the gossip altar that night enters.

If you want to break the formation inside, you need to enter the Eight Diagrams Altar at [-]:[-] noon.

Zhao Ning looked at the sun, anxiously waiting for the arrival of three o'clock in the afternoon.

At three quarters in the afternoon, Zhao Ning took a step forward to the left.

Zhao Ning instructed Pang Yu's steps as he walked.

Pang Yu had already seen the power of innate gossip in the formation of three talents, and he didn't dare to take it lightly at this time. Zhao Ning said that he would go wherever Zhao Ning told him to go.

Zhao Ning said: "Xiao Yu, go nine steps to the east, don't look back, take another step to the left, and then go nine steps to the east."

Pang Yu did as he said, and after he finished walking, he found that the dense fog surrounding him had dissipated, and the goal he entered was a towering gatehouse, on which were written several vigorous characters: Donghua Gate.

There is a huge stone tablet standing under the door. On the stone tablet is engraved with the inscription "open things and complete affairs".

Beside the stele is a censer as high as a person, with a few sticks of incense stuck in the censer.

A man in black was kneeling in front of the incense burner and kowtowing reverently, Pang Yu narrowed his eyes.

Before he came to Taihao Mausoleum, he had made a lot of preparations, but even so, it was still extremely difficult and dangerous to go all the way through the barrier, and the man in front of him was calm and relaxed, without the embarrassment that came from all the way through the barrier.

After the man kowtowed respectfully, he turned around leisurely and looked Pang Yu up and down, as if confirming Pang Yu's identity.

The man slowly drew out his sword, and said calmly, "An Lehou, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Pang Yu's breath stopped, and the folding fan opened instantly.

Zhao Ning finally met Zhan Zhao who was about to be submerged in the gossip forum.

Zhan Zhao frowned when he saw Zhao Ning coming in, and his tone became impatient: "Why are you here? It's too dangerous here, quickly ask Nan Xing to take you out!"

Zhan Zhao has not rested for three days and three nights. He is completely wet, and the high ponytail is not as elegant as before due to the long-term strenuous exercise. It has been soaked with water again, and it sticks wetly to Zhan Zhao's forehead.

Zhan Zhao's always bright eyes were bloodshot at that time, his thin lips were dry and peeling, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse.

Zhao Ning was so distressed that his eye circles turned red instantly, and he said, "If you die, how can I live?"

Zhan Zhao's breath was stagnant, and the palm that was holding the Juque sword tightened.

Zhao Ning said to Zhan Zhao, "Take three steps to the left, and then one step back."

Zhan Zhao frowned, and asked, "Do you know how to break the eight trigrams formation?"

Zhao Ning shook his head and said, "I can only take you out."

The congenital gossip is so subtle, she has studied it for more than ten years, but she only understands a little bit.

Zhan Zhao's eyes darkened, and after he did as he said, the water no longer followed him, but quietly suspended in mid-air.

Zhan Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to wipe the water off his forehead when he was hugged by a soft and fragrant body.

Zhao Ning buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "You scared me to death."

Zhan Zhao's body froze for a moment. Even though he and Zhao Ning had skin-to-skin relationship, he was not used to Zhao Ning's intimate movements, not to mention that Nan Xing was still beside Zhao Ning.

Zhan Zhao glanced at Nan Xing, well, Nan Xing turned his head aside with great winking, concentrating on studying why water floats in the air.

After pausing for a while, Zhan Zhao's hand lightly landed on Zhao Ning's face.

Zhan Zhao said softly, "I'm fine."

While speaking, he glanced at Zhao Ning's collar, the marks left on her body that night have not completely dissipated, and the red marks on her snow-white skin are particularly conspicuous.

Thinking of the scene that night, Zhan Zhao blushed.

After that night, Zhao Ning still came to look for him regardless of the past, probably because he was silent about the incident.

Zhan Zhao's heart moved, after leaving Taihao Mausoleum, he had to think carefully about how to propose marriage to the Eighth Prince.

Zhan Zhao pinned Zhao Ning's messy hair behind his head, and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

Thinking of the dangers along the way, Zhan Zhao still has lingering fears in his heart. He is still in a panic all the way here. Zhao Ning is a weak woman. If she didn't know how to break the formation, she might have died a few days ago before reaching the gossip altar. inside the door.

Zhao Ning told the story of Xinghua, Zhan Zhao frowned, and lowered his voice a bit: "So, there is no immortal grass in it?"

Zhao Ning nodded, wholeheartedly urging Zhan Zhao to go out quickly, before anyone finds out, there is still a way to go back, if someone finds out, ten heads might not be enough to chop off.

Zhan Zhao said, "Let Nan Xing take you out first."

Zhan Zhao gripped the Juque sword tightly, and pushed Zhao Ning to Nan Xing's side. Zhao Ning was startled, grabbed his sleeve, and asked, "Do you want to continue walking in?"

Zhan Zhao stroked her small face, and said calmly: "If there is any immortal grass, you can only know if you go in."

"Can--"

Zhao Ning bit his lip, eyelashes trembled, and said softly: "This is Taihao Mausoleum, trespassers will die, you are not afraid..."

Zhao Ning looked at Zhan Zhao, and his voice became hoarse: "Aren't you afraid that your family will be ransacked?"

Zhan Zhao's eyes flashed with gloom, and quickly returned to their former brightness. He said, "I am a lone star, and I have no relatives or friends within the Nine Clans."

Zhao Ning felt sore, pulled Zhan Zhao's arm, and said, "You will have me in the future."

"Don't do anything stupid, come back with me."

Zhan Zhao frowned, and said earnestly, "I'll go and find you undead grass."

Zhan Zhao patted her head, and said, "Go back with Nan Xing, be obedient."

Zhan Zhao's slightly hoarse voice lingered in Zhao Ning's ears, and when he smiled with heroic eyebrows, it seemed like stars were shining in the sky, Zhao Ning's breathing stopped for a moment, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Zhao Ning lowered his head, Zhan Zhao couldn't see her face, only saw her slightly red ear tips.

Zhao Ning said: "If the immortal grass is retrieved at the cost of your life, then I would rather not have it."

"Zhan Zhao, you may not know how much I like you."

Zhao Ning raised his head, looked at Zhan Zhao's slightly pursed face, and said slowly, "If you don't know, I can tell you over and over again."

"You are more important than my life."

The author has something to say: Crazy Nan Xing: princess, be reserved!

Ah Ning: I'm going to die

Why are you being reserved?

The stupid author went out as usual~

I wish you a nice weekend! ~