Wei Zhongtian sat cross-legged on the stone platform, the sunlight spilling in from the hole above his head shone on his wrinkled face, sowing a trace of warmth, but it could not dispel his gloomy face.

Tomorrow is his birthday. Life is rare for seventy years, but he is already 100 years old.

The last day of the ninety-nine years old was destined to be long, because he still had two important things to do.

One good thing, one bad thing.

He sighed slightly, as if he were silently asking the gods—can the merit of saving a man be worth the sin of killing a man?

There was no response in the empty cave, and it seemed that even the gods were stumped by the question and fell into a long silence.

Wei Zhongtian was very melancholy and contradictory.

In the first forty years, he was proud and uninhibited, as if in order to prove his worth, he created countless killings. Yin Hong's blood was the stepping stone for him to walk to the altar.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

And when he stood on the top of the world and overlooked the scenery at his feet, he suddenly found that everything he saw was blood red and overwhelming loss.

There is no opponent, no goal, no pursuit, no direction. All that remains is reflection on the sins committed.

What's the point of all this that I've been pursuing?

He didn't find an answer, but the bloody aura of his body only made him feel guilty. So he gave up everything and took refuge in the palace of learning, and used the zazen of the second half of his life to pay off his debts for the first half of his life.

Forty years of bloody rain and bloody wind, sixty years of fasting and chanting Buddha.

He wanted to quietly turn into a piece of loess, but Xie Yuan disturbed his peace. When he begged himself to kill one more person, and gave himself a reason to kill, the old man, who had almost forgotten how to kill, couldn't help but think of the cycle of cause and effect.

To live by killing, to die by killing.

This disciple who he once valued the most, but disappointed him the most, could it be the punishment given to him by God?

He sighed slightly. If you don't want to kill people and kill again, and the 60 years of Zen Dharma are ruined, this may be your own retribution.

But even if those who aspire to bliss sink into hell, he has to do so. Because he doesn't kill, more people will die because of him.

If you don't want to kill people, you can kill people, then let me sink alone!

"Sand, sand, sand, sand, sand, sand."

Footsteps sounded outside the cave, and Wei Zhongtian slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a familiar face.

This seemingly loyal young man has changed into a gorgeous dress, and he looks well-dressed and heroic. But Wei Zhongtian couldn't forget his innocent expression after beating himself, and he also weaved an incomparably true lie, with his age and experience, he still didn't know that he had been deceived.

This is what he is capable of wearing this garment.

"You're here."

The opening remarks were exactly the same as last time, but Tang An sounded a little more unusual. Despite wearing thick clothes, he sensed the slightest coldness, but he didn't know where it came from.

Tang An bowed his hand respectfully and said, "In the Tang Dynasty, Tang An, I have seen Master Wei. ”

"Okay, it's just you and me here, there's no need to be cowardly. Do you think the old man would believe that a born liar can turn into a suave Confucian scholar? ”

Fuck, this old man is really unreserved.

Wei Zhongtian recognized his identity, and Tang An was not surprised. It is no longer a secret that Datang Town visited Daqi after the west, maybe he talked to him about it in the cold, or maybe it was speculated from other people's mouths.

Tang An smiled apologetically and said, "What happened last time was really unavoidable. Neiko is seriously injured, and if Master Wei refuses to help, Tang will lose his beloved. Where you offend, you also hope that Master Haihan. ”

"The old man didn't blame you, he just blamed the old man for looking away, and he didn't even find such a big man as you."

Wei Zhongtian smiled slightly and said: "From the little scholar in the family of Cheng Yunhe, the richest man in the Tang Dynasty, he became the Xihou of the Tang Dynasty in just one year, leading a lone army to turn the Xia Kingdom upside down, crushing the Hu people's ambition to invade the border passes of the Tang Dynasty, and repeatedly making military exploits in the rebellion of the Xiangguo. A young man who has experienced such a legend, the old man has never seen or heard of in his life. Tang Houye was able to achieve such an achievement at a young age, which really impressed the old man. ”

After hearing this, Tang An's color changed!

Wei Zhongtian may know his identity, but he should never know it so thoroughly. Where did all this news come from? What did he call himself for?

Tang An no longer had his previous gentle appearance, and asked with a vigilant face: "How do you know this!" ”

Wei Zhongtian seemed to have guessed that he would show this expression, and said without hesitation: "Because Xie Yuan came to find the old man!" ”

Xie Yuan, sure enough!

Hearing this name, Tang An finally knew why Li Yu didn't allow him to accompany him, but Xie Yuan surprisingly chose to accept it.

Because he's found the strongest weapon in the world!

There is no need to ask, there is only one possibility that can make Xie Yuan sit back and relax—Wei Zhongtian has already promised him that he will definitely take his own life!

Thinking of this, Tang An turned around and ran away. Whether or not you can escape in front of a grandmaster depends on whether God is merciful or not.

Wei Zhongtian was still sitting on the stone platform, not even moving. With his skill, as long as he raised his palm slightly, he would definitely suck Tang An back like a piece of sucking paper.

But he didn't.

He just smiled slightly, opened his two thin lips, and said, "Don't you want to save that girl named Lan Haitang?" ”

Running and running, Tang An suddenly froze at the corner of the cave as if someone had immobilized him.

It turned out that Wei Zhongtian's promise to treat Lan Haitang today was not a coincidence at all, but intentional. From the information given by Xie Yuan, he must have understood his relationship with Lan Haitang.

This old thing knows that the life and death of the blue begonia is his life!

Tang An turned around with some difficulty, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he sneered: "Wei Zhongtian, one of the three great grandmasters, was unwilling to kill me with his own hands for the sake of his reputation, so he thought of such a trick to exchange his life for his life, and let the juniors kill him by himself, isn't it?" ”

Wei Zhongtian sighed and said, "Maybe you won't believe it, the old man doesn't want to kill you." But the old man also believes that with your incorruptible tongue and means, it is not difficult to persuade His Majesty to send troops to aid Tang. When the danger of Datang is solved, it is equivalent to erecting a strong enemy for Daqi. ”

As he spoke, he sighed: "Alas! At such an age, life and death are already things outside the body, and the old man doesn't mind at all, but the old man minds the life and death of thousands of people. ”

Tang An no longer concealed his ridicule, and said disdainfully: "What a great truth, what a merciful master!" Do you think you're the savior? Look at this mediocre country, even if there is no Tang Dynasty, how long can she survive? ”

Wei Zhongtian said: "The world is unpredictable. Maybe...... In the future, there will be a wise monarch who will make Daqi shine again. ”

Tang An said: "Ridiculous! How can one person turn things around? The court is corrupt, the princes are pompous, the people are ignorant, and the king is excessive. Although the reality is cruel, I have to tell you - your beloved Great Qi is no longer saved! And for the sake of a country that will eventually perish, you can watch thousands of Tang people suffer from war, their wives are separated, and corpses are everywhere, this is your way of mercy? In my opinion, you are nothing but a wretched wretch! ”

Wei Zhongtian sighed and said, "Regarding Datang, the old man can only say sorry. The position is different, and the old man is destined to not be able to help the world, just as you will not think about the people of Daqi. ”

"I don't take into account the feelings of Qi people, because they are willing to sink!" Tang An roared loudly, "But in the west, the people there are diligent and pragmatic, creating a happy life with their industrious hands!" Those soldiers at the border are using their bodies to resist the invasion of foreigners and protect their children and relatives from the suffering of war. They are lovely and worthy of admiration! If I don't help them, will I help these people who are willing to fall in comfort? ”

Wei Zhongtian still shook his head and said: "What you said is very right, but there is one thing you can't change - the old man is a Qi person, a Qi person who grew up eating the rice of Qi and drinking the water of Qi country. It is your friendship to pity your compatriots, and it is the duty of the old man to protect the people of Qi. Maybe there is no right or wrong at all, only a difference of identity. ”

Tang An looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "There is no right or wrong in a good one!" Even you, the Martial Saint of Jixia, who is regarded as a saint by all Qi people, are so confused with black and white, but I still try to reason with you, which is really naïve. ”

"So our conversation is pointless. You can't convince the old man, and the old man can't change you. Wei Zhongtian squinted at him and sighed, "And...... Even if the old man is wrong, he must continue to be wrong. The only thing the old man can do is to make your death more meaningful, so he gave you this choice - are you willing to die for the woman you love? ”

Tang An took a deep look at him, didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the cave.

When Tang An's figure disappeared completely, Wei Zhongcai raised his head, looked at the sky with the warm sunlight, and muttered, "I...... Is it really wrong? ”

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Outside the Seifudong Mansion.

Seeing Tang An come out of the cave, everyone let out a long breath.

Lan Haitang asked, "How is it, what did Master Wei say to you?" ”

Tang An forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, sent a reluctant smile, and said, "It's nothing, the master asked me to take you in with me, so that I can dispel the cold poison for you." ”

The joy of life made Lan Haitang not notice Tang An's abnormality, but asked with some surprise: "Really?" ”

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you?" Tang An smiled faintly and gently touched the hair of the blue begonia.

"Let's go inside." Tang An patted Lan Haitang's back, suddenly turned his head slightly, and glanced at Mu Rong, who was like a lily not far away.

Her injuries have basically healed, but her face is still a little pale. Her black and white eyes were firmly fixed on herself, and perhaps only then would her eyes have a little brightness.

She didn't even notice it, this kind of look is called. Love.

Thinking that there might never be a chance to see each other again in the future, Tang Anbei came from his heart, let go of Lan Begonia's little hand, and strode towards Mu Rong.

The breeze is gentle and the sun is quiet.

On the top of Fengming Mountain, under the witness of more than a dozen people, a man and a woman slowly approached. In the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, in the sound of Mu Rong's somewhat flustered heartbeat, Tang An smiled slightly, and took Mu Rong into his arms!

A familiar embrace, a familiar body temperature, a familiar smell. The same warmth, but with a hint of goodbye.

Mu Rong's eyes carried a trace of consternation, a trace of shyness, and a little joy that no one could detect, and surprisingly did not resist. It seems that she is no longer the heir of the Great Snow Mountain that the world admires, but just a weak little woman.

"Sister Fairy......"

"Huh?"

"I love you!"

Saying what he wanted to say most in his heart, Tang An kissed Mu Rong lightly on his forehead, and with an unsolvable regret, he turned around and walked towards the gloomy fate.

Tang An's intimate behavior with the two women made the cold sigh slightly, and the bitterness in his heart was even worse. But in addition to being depressed, he was speculating: Since Uncle Shi asked me to come with Miss Begonia, why did he avoid me alone?

With doubts in his heart, he frowned and quietly followed......