Although he knew that it was almost impossible to pretend to be unconscious in front of Cao Qiding and Zhao Hong, Ning Jiang had to try.

He closed his eyes and examined himself.

In his previous life, fifty-six years later, Yu Taishan broke through the black hole of time and space with a sword, and in the process, the immortal body he had worked so hard to cultivate completely collapsed, so it was only his soul that returned to this point in time. His current body is only the year of his weak crown, and he has not yet begun to contact the body of an ordinary teenager in martial arts.

In addition, in the process of traveling through the black hole of time and space with breaking the world, the "Yang God" that he had managed to cultivate with great difficulty was also constantly weakened and was beaten back to its original form.

In this world, there are Confucianism and Taoism, and there are martial arts.

Confucianism is the way of the sage, and martial arts is the way of the rivers and lakes.

Whether it is the way of the sage or the way of the rivers and lakes, a complete system has been formed, but the "immortal way", he is likely to be the only successful one since ancient times. If he hadn't wanted to go back to this point in time to save his sister, it could be said that he would have been able to live hundreds or even thousands of years casually, which others can't do.

"Immortal Dao", not only to practice the body, but also to refine the spirit, both internal and external, water and fire blending, depending on life as a fire, depending on the body as a furnace.

And the martial arts of this world, only know the body, not the spirit, once the body is refined to the extreme, the martial arts will come to an end.

As for Confucianism and Taoism, not to mention, although it is the avenue of the sage and the exclusive Confucianism, it is actually not practiced by itself at all, but relies on the "heaven and man induction" of the Meixin Yinfu and Emperor Wen Xing, borrowing the power of the sage, and because of this, a few years later, when the Yuan Demon Emperor hidden in the depths of the earth gathered infinite evil qi and defeated Emperor Wen Star with one blow, the Confucian scholars in the world lost all their literary energy, and in the face of the rolling iron horses of the northern barbarians and the chaotic rise of the Xiling Miao tribe, they all became useless scholars.

In his previous life, Ning Jiang collected countless side door secret techniques, removed the turnips and kept the essence, constantly scrutinized and tried, and finally succeeded in cultivating the "Yang God".

Afterwards, he summarized his cultivation process and divided the process of refining his soul into five stages: Golden Spirit, Fire Soul, Spirit God, Yin God, and Yang God. It's just that now, in the process of breaking through the sword and jumping into the void desperately, his cultivation of the natal yang god was constantly scattered, first he was beaten back to the Yin God, and then he was beaten back to the Spirit God and Fire Soul, until in the end, even the body of the earth immortal completely collapsed, and he was able to protect a wisp of gold and successfully reborn.

Thinking back to the danger in the black hole of time and space, he was still a little afraid, just a little short, he would be doomed, and at the same time, he knew that if he did it again, he would never be so lucky.

And now, although the Yang God he had worked so hard to cultivate had been beaten back to the "Golden Spirit", which was almost the most basic level of soul refining, it was still much stronger than the ordinary soul that ordinary martial artists had not tried to cultivate at all.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, his consciousness continued to be quiet, and his soul slowly rose and floated......

Ning Xiaomeng saw the county lord and Zhao Zhutou leading people towards his brother's yard, and his whole little face turned white with fright.

What if they find out that their brother has already woken up? What if they find out that it was the brother who killed Aoi?

She wanted to stand up and keep up, but her legs were weak, although she was supported by the old woman, she couldn't even walk two steps, she could only cry whining, thinking that if she was discovered, she would help her brother bear it anyway, so she said that Kui'er was killed by her, as for whether they believe it or not, she couldn't care about it.

Other people saw that the young lady was scared like this, and they thought she was very pitiful, during the day, my brother was pushed down the lake, and I don't know if I can wake up, and the maid who was close to me at night was killed. Some soft-hearted aunts came to help her, while others followed the county lord to the courtyard of the young master of Ning Mansion to watch the excitement.

Everyone surrounded the county lord and entered the house of the young master of the Ning family, only to see that the young master of the Ning Mansion was really lying on the bed. Zhixian Cao Qiding glanced at the head catcher, and Zhao Hong, the head catcher, understood, went up and put his hand on the wrist vein of the young man on the bed, and after a while, he whispered: "The qi pulse is slow and weak, and the heartbeat is slow, and it is indeed in a coma." ”

A person, as long as he is awake, even if he is lying still, the rhythm of his heartbeat and the flow of qi will speed up a lot, and the breath in a coma is completely different from the breath when he is awake, which Zhao Hong, who has practiced martial arts, naturally knows very well.

Cao Qiding took two steps forward, and the Indian government turned into official authority, and shouted at the young man on the bed: "Ningjiang?!" Drink again: "Ningjiang?!" Guan Wei turned into an invisible momentum and rolled towards the young man on the bed.

Under his official authority, ordinary people don't say that they are awake, even if they are still asleep, they will be awakened by him, but the young man on the bed is not moving, obviously not "sleeping" but unconscious. Cao Qiding watched this young man fall into the water and faint during the day, with this young man's physique, he is still in a coma, which is naturally not a strange thing.

After being examined by Zhao Hong, who is a martial artist, he fell asleep under his official authority, and it seems that this young man is really unconscious. Cao Qiding snorted coldly, turned around and walked away, unaware that on the ceiling, Ning Jiang's soul body was looking at him.

At this moment, Ningjiang, Jin Lu is out of his body, and his body on the bed is only equivalent to a vegetative person, not to mention that Cao Qi, who is just a mere person, can't wake up, even if Confucius Wensheng comes, he can't wake up. Unless you use the soul conjuring technique of the Xiling Miao people, the demon magician who conjugates the soul must be strong enough, after all, his "golden spirit" is much stronger than the soul of ordinary people.

Of course, this is not to say that the literary tone of lifting people is too weak, but it is just that there is a specialization in the art industry, and conjuring spirits is not the strong point of Confucianism, which "respects ghosts and gods and stays away".

Cao Qiding stepped out of the courtyard, came to the flower garden, waved his hand, and asked people to drive the others around first and call Ning Ji over. Ning Ji trotted in front of him and hurriedly bowed: "My lord, Xiao'er must have been wronged, and there must be other hidden secrets in this." ”

Cao Qiding said coldly: "What's the secret? ”

Ning Ji was hesitant, but he couldn't answer.

Cao Qiding snorted coldly, Ning Jiang fainted and didn't wake up, there was no suspicion, Ning Xiaomeng was just a weak girl, and no one believed her if she wanted to falsely accuse her of killing, not to mention that it was her personal maid who died, and other subordinates could testify to each other that they were not at the scene, even if he wanted to arrest someone to help Ning Ji plant the stakes, he couldn't do it, not to mention that Ning Yicheng was pulled out of bed naked in front of so many people, and he couldn't rely on it.

Looking around, there are more and more people who come to watch, and by tomorrow, I am afraid that the entire county will be known. I can't help but secretly hate Ning Ji for being incompetent, he died just a maid, he quietly pressed down, just put the bitter master in order, casually planted a stumbling and falling into the water, seriously ill and died violently, even if it is said to be hanged himself, a subordinate, as long as there is no bitter master to report to the official, even if he knows, he pretends not to know, and now everyone knows what happened, he can't help if he wants to.

He said coldly: "Tomorrow's business, how is it going?" ”

Ning Ji hurriedly said: "Don't worry, adults, tomorrow morning, the villain will unite the fathers and squires around the family, and everyone will jointly write a letter, pointing out that Ning Jiang has committed the crime of unfilial piety, and then the adults will be in charge." ”

Cao Qiding said lightly: "Ningjiang is not filial, this official will make the decision for you and send him to Xiling, so that he never has to think about coming back." But you have to know that the Ning family's property is given to you by the official, and without the official, you won't get anything. ”

"The villain knows, the villain knows," Ning Ji said, "The adults just rest assured, when the villain becomes the head of the family, he will naturally send the ancestral land." ”

He whispered again: "That little ......"

Cao Qi said: "Since this matter has become a big problem, it will not work, but you can rest assured, as long as the official gets what the official wants, he will naturally not let your son die." There is no way to get rid of sin, but whether it is violence or adultery, torture or manslaughter, there are many articles that can be done here. At that time, he will be sentenced to be happy with each other, mistakenly killed, and sent to the Jiangnan Water Town to stay for three or five years, and he will naturally come back, but if the official does not get what the official wants...... Weigh it yourself! ”

Ning Ji hurriedly bowed: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Adults can rest assured, adults can rest assured! ”

At that moment, Cao Qiding asked the crowd to arrest Ning Yicheng in front of everyone and escorted Ning Yicheng to the county office. After he left, Ning Ji looked at his cousin's courtyard and sneered: "Nephew Jiang, nephew Jiang, don't blame me, even if it's not for the family property, just for my precious son, it can only make you unlucky." ”

After the county master escorted Ning Yicheng away, there was a lot of noise outside for a while, and then it slowly quieted down.

At this time, the night had become deep, Ning Xiaomeng whispered a few words outside the courtyard, leaving an old couple watching the garden to guard outside, and gently returned to his brother's room, and said carefully: "Brother? ”

Ning Jiang sat up suddenly, looked at his pale sister by the candlelight on the candlestick beside the bed, and said in a low voice: "Xiaomeng, scared you?" ”

At that time, Xiaomeng was originally worried that the county lord and Zhao Zhutou would find that his brother had woken up, but the county lord and Zhao Zhutou came in and went out after taking a look, which made her breathe a sigh of relief, and then she was worried that her brother had really fainted again, and now she saw that her brother was fine, so she really put her mind at ease.

Knowing that he had worried his sister, Ning Jiang apologetically took his sister's little hand, let her sit on the edge of the bed, whispered a few words of comfort, and saw that her face was full of tears, so he wiped it for her with a handkerchief. At this time, it was getting late, and the little dream that had been frightened for a day was already exhausted. Ning Jiang got out of bed and let her fall asleep in her own bed.

After all, after what happened just now, he didn't dare to let his sister leave his side tonight, and Xiaomeng was a girl who hadn't seen much of the world after all, and she always panicked when she thought of Kui'er's death.

Let Xiaomeng lie on the bed, help her cover the quilt, and let her go to bed early. Xiaomeng closed her eyes, slept for a while, couldn't help but open her eyes again, and burst into tears: "Brother, what will I do tomorrow?" If the county lord really sends you to Xiling...... "Even if she doesn't know much about external affairs, she also knows that although Xiling is nominally also the land of the Great Zhou, there are poisonous miasma everywhere, the people are fierce, and the officials who are sent to Xiling as officials are called "liuguan", usually only officials who are hated by the emperor or who are defeated in the power struggle of the imperial court will be exiled, and eight out of ten will die in office.

The officials are like this, let alone the people? If the county lord really sent his brother to Xiling, it would be no different from condemning him to death.

Ning Jiang took his sister's hand and comforted: "Xiaomeng, don't worry, it'll be fine, my brother is here, my brother is back...... Everything will be fine. "After fifty-six years of pain, fifty-six years of hard work, he finally succeeded in returning to her. Everything will be fine...... This is the first time in fifty-six years that he has committed to her.

Xiao Meng wiped his tears with his other hand, his eyes were misty with tears: "If my brother wants to go to Xiling, Xiao Meng wants to go with my brother." ”

"Hmm!" Ning Jiang said seriously, "No matter where I go, I will take my little dream with me, whether it is the end of the world or the cape, I will not let you leave me again." ”

In his comforting voice, the girl, who could no longer hold on, fell into a deep sleep. Ning Jiang stood up, covered her with a blanket, and put down the soft tent. He stepped to the window, opened the screen, and looked at the moonlight outside. Ningfu, which was noisy just now, became quiet at this moment, the plane trees shook their leaves in the night wind, the low rockeries, the rising and falling pavilions, the fragrance of flowers wafting in the coolness, and the starlight in the night sky.

Although, for his sister, for his hometown, and for many people here, nothing has begun to change, but for him, after fifty-six years of wandering, he has finally returned to his original home. The tide of history is like a vast flood, is he once again submerged in this overwhelming wave of time and space, or has he become the tide maker who pushes the waves?

He stood there, holding his hands, quietly looking at the sky in the distance, his gaze was so far away, his expression was so quiet.

This time, he will never let anyone take away what belongs to him, whether it is his sister, family property, personality, or dignity...... He will hold on to everything that belongs to him.

But that's just the beginning, and after reclaiming what belongs to him, he will make good on his promise to the world. He will never let himself be drowned by the tide of time and space again, and he does not want to become the tide of history...... The stormy waves that swirl time and space!!