When did you learn the truth?

From the perspective of hindsight, such a story obviously has a sinister ending, but Ningxia, who is at the center of the whirlpool of events, does not know it.

Because being in a dream, whether it is a sweet dream or a nightmare, you can only bear it alone, just like being in a whirlpool, you can only involuntarily fall deeper and deeper.

"Sixteen." Ningxia's answer was concise and to the point.

"I followed Ning Huan at the age of nine, and learned the truth at the age of sixteen, which means that it took seven years?" Huo Ying sighed: "Now you are twenty-two years old. ”

Twenty-two years old, that is, another six years have passed.

One before and one after the other is thirteen years.

"How do you know?" Huo Ying asked.

"Ning Huaiyuan." Ningxia said these three words softly.

Huo Ying looked at Ningxia and didn't speak, just an inquiring gaze.

"I was only nine years old when I first came to Shizun's side." Ning Xia Jingjing said, "In Shizun's palace, only Ning Huaiyuan is close to my age, after all, Shizun is actually very old, and he rarely accepts apprentices anymore." ”

"At present, I should be a closed disciple of Shizun."

Huo Ying sighed.

To this day, Ningxia is still called Ning Huan Master, which can be said to be powerful.

But in the same way, if it weren't for Ning Huan being really good to Ningxia in a sense, Ningxia would not have such a complicated attitude.

After all, Ning Huan's martial arts teaching Ningxia are real, and in the past thirteen years, although Ningxia is like Ning Huan's pet, its status under Ning Huan's door is also obvious to all.

"At that time, Senior Brother Ning was humorous, personable, and talented, not to mention that he killed the horse thief who killed my family's village for me, I regarded him as a benefactor, and I also believed in everything he said to me."

Huo Ying looked at the expression on Ningxia's face, and saw that this beautiful woman had a faint expression, and she couldn't see hatred or nostalgia.

Being able to be indifferent to this point shows that Ningxia's emotions towards Ning Huaiyuan are complicated.

After all, love is deep, and pain is painful.

If Ningxia didn't like Ning Huaiyuan so much at the beginning, he wouldn't hate him so much later.

"And what happened next?" Huo Ying asked.

"I first separated from my younger brother, and then entered the master's Hall of Sorrow and Joy to practice, the initial elementary martial arts, were Professor Ning Huaiyuan and me, at that time I also had a secret affection for him." Ningxia said calmly, there were no waves.

Huo Ying is completely understandable, after all, at that time, Ningxia had just suffered a family disaster, and he was separated from his younger brother, which was really sad and suffering, and at this time, there was a big brother who took care of him in every way, and he was good-looking, funny and humorous, and it was really difficult to dislike it.

After all, in the entire Hall of Sorrow and Joy, only Ning Huaiyuan and Ningxia are close in age.

"Actually, if you really talk about it." Ningxia smiled faintly at this time: "Probably because of my young age." ”

"And shallow knowledge, before all day long sheep and grass, simply a shepherdess, after coming to the Hall of Sorrow and Joy, all kinds of delicious delicacies are inexhaustible, inexhaustible, and there are servants who work hard and complain, and dress themselves."

"For a while, I lived a life that I couldn't even think of, and even the princess in the stories my parents told me before, I don't think I may have a good life."

"What's more, I can also cultivate all kinds of magical martial arts - although these martial arts are hard to cultivate, but I am originally a shepherd girl, and I am not a pampered character, or the hard work of practicing martial arts is nothing at all."

"So, in just five years, I practiced all the basic martial arts taught by Shizun, and reached the level of refinement, and after the inspection of Senior Brother Ning Huaiyuan, I finally got Shizun to personally teach all kinds of profound martial arts led by the Goddess Gong."

"At that time, I respected my teacher like a god, and I was grateful to Dade, but I didn't doubt it at all."

Huo Ying listened quietly, feeling a little puzzled.

Yes, if it continues to develop like this, Ningxia will definitely be dead set on Ning Huan, instead of being antipathetic like now, something must have happened in this.

After all, if someone really rescues you from the life of herding sheep, makes you literate, clothed and fed, and teaches advanced martial arts.

In this way, even if it is the revenge of killing the father, it may not be impossible to recognize the thief as the father.

"And then?" Huo Ying continued to ask.

"At that time, I was used to life in the Hall of Sorrows and Joys, even if I often dreamed of the tragedy that happened that day, and dreamed that I kept running with my brother on my back."

"But at the end of the dream, there will always be Ning Huaiyuan, dressed in white, who came to me like a divine soldier descending from heaven, and then rescued me and told me that everything is fine, and I will help you kill them all."

"I often tell Ning Huaiyuan about this dream, but now that I think about it, every time I say this, the expression on his face will be a little unnatural."

"But at that time, I didn't think about anything else."

"Two years have passed in this way, and on that day, I was ordered by my master to go to the nearby village to run errands, but I met a hare on the road, so I went to ride a horse to chase after it, and chased three or five miles, and when I saw that I was about to capture the hare, I saw a wild child covered in blood rush out, and threw the hare down out of thin air, and then in front of me, tore the hare's fur, and tore it like a wild beast."

Huo Ying couldn't help frowning when she heard Ningxia's words.

She had already guessed who the bloodied wild child was.

"Of course I'm angry." Ningxia said.

"In the Hall of Sorrow and Joy for seven years, I have already developed the temper of the eldest lady who is the only one, after all, people will change, in fact, gradually, I even forgot to avenge my parents."

"At that time, the mother who cried and screamed for Aisha to let me run away, I gradually forgot what she looked like."

"I'm not Aisha now, I'm Ningxia, the youngest disciple of the miserable old man Ning Huan, and the most favored disciple."

"I am destined to become the next saint of the Luo Sect, and to become the supreme person who serves the sect master."

"Everyone else says so, and I believe that."

"So I raised my whip and whipped the wild child and told him to get out of the way, but while he dodged in the air, he kept eating the hare alive until at last he had eaten it clean, and then he looked up at me."

"I could feel the ferocity and bloodlust in his eyes."

"Then he rushed up and wrestled with me."

"It's funny, in fact, I have practiced martial arts for so many years, but now in front of him, I am not an opponent at all."

"Within a few rounds, I was knocked to the ground by him, and after he threw me down, he wanted to bite my throat directly, even if I resisted with a whip, but his strength was too great."

"I thought I was going to die."

So he closed his eyes.

"But I didn't feel the pain of being bitten through my throat."

"I only felt cold droplets of water fall on my face."

"I opened my eyes and saw the wild child crying on top of me, tears falling on my face."

"He called me softly."

"Sister."