Chapter Eighty-Three: Haoran vs. Evil

In the mountains and forests, a person walks alone, this person's name is Zhang Chi, is a second-rate master in the rivers and lakes of the Dazhu Dynasty, accustomed to using an iron rod that can be split into three sections, and is still famous in the Anzhou area, but at this moment Zhang Chi walks in the truth, there is no abnormality in walking from a distance, but it looks numb when it looks close, quite like a walking corpse made of strange wizards.

From a positive point of view, I saw Zhang Chi's pale face, his eyes were blank, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were black, as if he hadn't slept for a month, his demeanor was extremely stiff between walking, the wind was blowing in the mountains, and only his clothes were fluttering on Zhang Chi's body, and the hair on his head seemed to be frozen and motionless.

The most strange thing is Zhang Chi's ten fingers, the nails are all black, it seems that the poison is quite deep, and there are weird and mysterious patterns on the nail covers, showing a dark blue, which is actually not very visible in the black nails.

Like a walking corpse, Zhang Chi numbly walked on the mountain and forest paths, heading in a direction that he sensed in the dark.

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At night, in the dormitory, in Wang Miansheng's room.

Wang Miansheng, who has been sleeping peacefully, is rarely in sleep tonight, rolling and tossing on the bed, as if he has seen a nightmare in a dream, and his eyebrows are constricted above his tightly closed eyes.

In the dream, Wang Miansheng and Lin Yuanmei met in the garden, his eyes were like being covered by peach blossoms, the picture he saw was a peach powder, the air was filled with endless style, Lin Yuanmei changed his usual reserve, no longer wanted to talk and rest, his behavior was slightly debauched, he seduced him in front of Wang Miansheng, with a flattering smile on his lips, his eyes were hazy and charming, and from that mouth came a non-stop and seductive laugh.

The laughter was like a magic sound that could make people's hearts lose their minds, and Wang Miansheng's mind was dizzy, and it was a little difficult to keep his heart clear.

"Yuanmei?!" How did the person in the dream know that in the dream, Wang Miansheng shouted at Lin Yuanmei.

"Brother Miansheng, come, come on, come on, play with Yuanmei. Lin Yuanmei's voice came from the front, and he saw that Wang Miansheng was only three or four steps in front of him, and at some point there was a vast smoke.

Wang Miansheng was worried about Lin Yuanmei, so he chased after him quickly, but as soon as he entered the fog, there was a white expanse in front of him, and it was difficult to see the scenery three steps away.

Suddenly, a jade arm grabbed Wang Miansheng's shoulder, but he was not tall enough to continue forward, and at the same time, he saw that Wang Miansheng's room was filled with endless black gas, filling the entire room, and the black gas flowed, making the doors and windows rattle slightly, and the white paper that was pressed in the room rattled.

In the darkness of the night, the doors and windows were closed, and the room was originally extremely dark, but now it lit up with a little blue light.

In the dream, Wang Miansheng felt an arm around his shoulder, turned back, grabbed the little hand, and saw that it was Lin Yuanmei, who was full of amorous style, and at this moment the uniform of the academy was not neat, revealing a lot of snow-white skin.

Wang Miansheng's eyes were calm, staring at Lin Yuanmei, I don't know why the woman in front of him was so abnormal at the moment, he looked at Lin Yuanmei's eyes, he didn't squint, and he didn't see the attractive scenery under his neck.

In the room, the black gas was filled, and the dark blue light lit up, but at this moment, something like white smoke rushed up from Wang Miansheng's body, although it was not as much as the black gas, but after rushing out, the black gas disappeared everywhere it passed, but when the dark blue light became brighter, the endless black gas and the white gas formed an evenly matched confrontation.

"Brother Miansheng, don't you want to spend the Spring Festival with me?" Lin Yuanmei's unrestrained hand was about to untie his clothes when he was grabbed by Wang Miansheng.

"Yuanmei, what's wrong with you?" Wang Miansheng grabbed Lin Yuanmei's hands and asked, but although the latter's hands were bound, he didn't know where the weak woman got the strength, so he actually crashed into Wang Miansheng with his body.

The confrontation between the white and black qi in the room was still evenly matched, and no one side had the upper hand.

After Wang Miansheng stepped backwards, he found that the arm he was holding in his hand had disappeared, and he appeared in the main hall of the Great Zhu Palace.

Wang Miansheng found that it was his good brother Zheng Yuqing who was sitting in the throne now, and among the civil and military officials, there was an old man with black hair who had turned into white hair, and Wang Miansheng was familiar with the back.

Zheng Yuqing, who was sitting on the throne in front of him, seemed to not see Wang Miansheng, and personally counted the crimes of Wang Miansheng's father on the ladder.

When the charge was finished, Zheng Yuqing, who was on the throne, actually threw out a chopping sign, and then a voice came out, "Drag it out and cut it out of the hall to deter the ministers!"

Wang Miansheng's pupils dilated, and he saw that there were already guards coming forward, wanting to pull his father out of the hall and behead him to deter civil and military officials, Wang Miansheng stood in front of his father and said: "Yuqing, these are all fake, someone must have framed my father, if you give me time, I will definitely be able to find out the truth." ”

"Presumptuous, dare to call Your Majesty by his name!" someone next to him angrily reprimanded Wang Miansheng.

Zheng Yuqing, who was on the throne, was also ruthless, and said: "Behead their father and son together, and add crimes, and behead all the door!"

Wang Miansheng's body is like being trapped in the thousand-year-old ice, completely cold, what if the king's order cannot be violated, his father is about to be beheaded!

Wang Miansheng knocked the two guards who came close to the ground, and then the hall suddenly remembered the discussion, and pointed at Wang Miansheng, saying that it was Dazhu's misfortune, saying that it was a rebel, saying that it was the ambition of father, son and wolf, and Wang Miansheng's heart tingled, because human words can always be turned into a sharp and invisible knife, which will stir people's hearts and make people desperate.

"Yuqing, don't you believe me?" Wang Miansheng yelled.

"Presumptuous, you dare to call me by my name, and you can't even put your proper posture as a courtier, what do you want?! Pull me out and behead me!" Zheng Yuqing sat on the throne, and the emperor was ruthless.

In an instant, Zheng Yuqing and the civil and military officials disappeared, surrounded by the court guards who surrounded Wang Miansheng, and everyone had already pulled out their knives and pointed directly at Wang Miansheng.

Wang Miansheng looked around, even if he had solved a lot of mysterious cases in the imperial city, he was at a loss at the moment, there was no way to break the situation, everything was sudden and clueless, unconsciously, Wang Miansheng was already in a desperate situation, there was no one around, and even this dead end was set up for him by his good brother "Zheng Yuqing".

Suddenly, Wang Miansheng felt a pain in his waist, and he looked at his father beside him in disbelief, it was his father who stabbed him in the waist with a dagger.

"Dad, you?!" Wang Miansheng almost collapsed.

In the room, the white qi fell and was suppressed by the black qi.

In the dark blue light, a black gas appeared, the black gas was thick, dragging a small tail, and the difference from other black gas was that the front end of this black gas was lit up with a little blue, which seemed to be the eyes of this black gas, or the place where the divine consciousness and wisdom were located, and where the thoughts were thinking.

A voice came from the black air, "Choice is always full of drawbacks, and the illusions and nightmares I have have are all so that those who fall into it have no choice at all, either they can see through it with a single thought, or once they are deeply trapped, they can't extricate themselves, they can only sink into it, and finally they are assimilated by me and used by me." ”

"This world is also rich and colorful, I don't know if the young master has arrived in this world safe and sound, I am now broken and remnant, I can only slowly use these little ants, step by step to break the 'jade' and reunite. ”

The man on the bed frowned, his head broke out in a cold sweat, and the white qi that rushed out of his body was in a weak position at the moment, suppressed by the black qi.

"It's good to do it in moderation, otherwise if you use too much force, it will cause this person's soul to be damaged and broken, which is not very beneficial to me. It's all because of this white qi on this person's body, so that I can't easily invade his heart and control it, so the foundation of this world is actually not weak and less, if it is operated in an orderly manner, it will be a big threat to my hometown. ”

In the end, this strange black qi said a terrible big sentence, "The world war may be opened." ”

It's a pity that because of a ritual word, Kong Qiu and Du Mingzhang naturally can't let go of their divine consciousness in normal times, and let the words in the academy reach their ears, and they are ordinary powerhouses, and it is impossible to casually release their divine consciousness to permeate the surroundings, which is offensive.

Saints respect each other because of etiquette, and the strong do not talk about etiquette, but only contain each other, then whoever has a bigger fist and whose strength is stronger can do whatever he wants, this is the disadvantage of no rules, this is the sad world without etiquette.

The dream was shattered, Wang Miansheng fell into a deep sleep, and when the sky brightened again, he still couldn't wake up, and there was no sign of waking up.

In the classroom of the third class, Wang Miansheng's seat was empty, which attracted the surprise of many people, I heard that Wang Miansheng returned to the academy, many of them also met with him yesterday, I didn't expect Wang Miansheng to come to class today, a person who has always done one thing well, suddenly did not do a good job or did not do it, it will naturally make people feel strange.

Lin Yuan's eyebrows in the classroom were full of worry, the woman's heart was not in the classroom at all, and she had already gone to find her sweetheart.

Cai Huohua, who was next to Lin Yuanmei and his sister's friend, held the former's hand and comforted him.

The teacher at the front of the classroom can't delay everyone's time because of one student, even if that one is the best student in the class, it can't and can't, there is no such reason.

The master began to lecture, but Wang Miansheng's position was still vacant.

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Today, because of Ma Lian, Su Qing and Wen Song were late as always, because they were taking Liu Qingting's class again, and it was no surprise that the three of them were called to the back to squat again.

Some people have been doing a good "good thing", and some people have been doing some things badly, maybe because they are stupid, maybe because they have bad habits, but in the case of believing that people are inherently good, can you believe that those who do not do a good job are not intentional?

The disciples of the Holy Prophet have had someone why, the above words are the rhetorical question of the Holy Prophet.

The Holy Prophet asked himself and replied, "As long as it is not something bad and unintentional, it is worth forgiving." ”

At that time, a man asked the Holy Prophet that if a person was entrusted with a great task and he failed, could he be forgiven, if not intentionally?

The man surnamed Fan, one of the ancestors of the hundred schools of thought, said a word that made it difficult for the Holy Master to answer at that time.

That word is, profit.