Nan Mucheng is still biased towards the latter statement, he once met this national teacher when he was young, he was playing with leather ball alone in the side courtyard, and the eldest brother and the second brother were playing archery, because the prince who would be born here came out, so most of the people shifted their eyes to them, and the praise was endless, but he was not interested in it.

The ball gurgled and rolled away, and he ran towards the shadow, and as soon as his hand touched the ball, he felt a cold wind blowing, and he looked up at that place, and the light from the hollow window pulled forward infinitely under his feet, and the ball rolled inward.

He stood in the doorway, staring at the darkness for a long time, he felt something watching him from behind, but a strong feeling drove him inside, and with each step he took, the door inside would open again, and then the door would still be covered with a door, as if it would never end.

Nan Mucheng ran over, then hugged the ball, and wanted to turn around and escape, but when he turned around, it was still the door, and he stood in the center, on both sides of which were endless open doors.

He stood there stupid and at a loss.

The image of the tree cast from the window of the hallway was a monster dancing, and he watched the dark shadows converge in one place, and he was stunned, shouting "Someone! Save me! He ran away into the distance.

He saw the shadow of the tree chasing him from the window, and the shadow looked like a female ghost with her teeth and claws. He didn't dare to look back, just blindly ran forward, clutching the flower ball in his hand tightly, shouting in despair, I don't know how long he ran, he finally saw a person standing not far away, that person was shrouded in a black hood, and his exposed hands were as pale as porcelain.

In the past, he would have avoided such a strange person in every possible way, but at this moment, as if he had seen the dawn of hope, he desperately shouted at him, "Help me!!" ”

He swooped in front of his eyes, and at that moment, he saw the man raise his hand, and a thick black mist poured out of his sleeve, breaking through the window, swallowing up the shadows that were chasing after him outside, and the shrill roar of the woman, accompanied by the sound of countless wings flapping, and then vanished.

He fell to his knees, huddled together, gasping for air.

He saw something like ash fall at his feet, and when he looked closely, it looked like the wings of a butterfly.

The pair of soft-edged black boots fell quietly in front of him, Nan Mucheng raised his head with a frightened face, and saw a faint pattern under the black hood, this person was wearing a mask, he trembled again, and shrank back.

The man paused in front of him for a moment, then turned around, opened the door behind him, and left.

Before he could speak, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him, "Third Highness!" ”

A group of maids rushed to him, and picked him up, "Found it!" The Three Highnesses turned out to be here! ”

"This is Ewha Palace! Isn't this the place where the dead Yun Guifei has been haunted? ”

"Oh my God, Third Highness! How did you come here! Go back and report to the emperor! Find the Third Highness! ”

Exhausted, he fell asleep in their arms.

The experience in that place always made him think he was dreaming, until he met him again in his father's imperial study, dressed in a black robe as always, and all the secrets were hidden into the thick darkness.

This time he didn't miss the opportunity, even if his heart trembled, he still mustered up the courage to ask his father, "Who is this person?" ”

"This person?" The father was a little surprised by his question, he had not yet seen his third child have any interest in the people of the court, and said, "This is our national teacher, you received his prayers for you when you were young, but the national teacher does not come back much, and it is natural that you don't know it." ”

"Master Guoshi?" He raised his head and forced himself to look directly at him, "It turns out that it was the National Teacher who saved me before." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, my father was stunned.

He waited for this man's response, and his step-by-step pressure made him hear this person's voice for the first time, not like the vicissitudes of fantasy presented in his dreams, but unexpectedly young and calm, "Your Highness is too famous." ”

"What? The national teacher once saved a child? But what happened? Father's expression looked nervous like never before.

"It's just a small thing. His Highness has lost his way, and I will lead him back. ”

His explanation made Nan Mucheng a little trance whether what happened to him that day was really a dream, his memory began to blur, unable to distinguish between reality and dream, but the fear at that time was real and real in the body, he watched his hand begin to blur, and when he fell soft, he was held in his arms, and he heard the person say, "The Third Highness is still having a fever, I'll send His Highness back to the palace first." ”

He still wanted to struggle, but he could already hear the door slam shut.

He listened to the rustle of the man's robe on the ground, the wind whistling past his ears, he could feel him moving at an unusual speed, he raised his hand in confusion and took off his mask, he wanted to know who the person under the mask was.

Seeing him wake up, the man fell from the treetops, "You really are, more than I imagined - the bloodline of the Nanmu clan has been renewed." ”

He didn't understand what the man meant, the man seemed to be laughing, "But now is not the time for you to wake up." It's not time yet. ”

He put his hand on Nan Mucheng's forehead, and he fell asleep.

For so many years, Nan Mucheng has always had a fear of the national teacher and wants to find out, and the indelible traces left by his childhood have made him delve into Taoist spells, and he is very interested in this kind of cultivation.

However, the Daoist of Shushan was sure that he did not have any cultivation talent, and the obstacles he encountered on the road of cultivating immortals made him grit his teeth angrily.

National teachers such as

Now that it has appeared again, is it possible that this time the sacrificial activities are so fanfare that even the national teachers who are known for their low-key will participate?

The two princes refused to give in to each other, but it was too late, and the father opened his mouth to stop the two, and the long horn roared, and the team set off in a mighty way.

The destination of his father's visit was in Beishan, he hadn't been here for a long time, but when he heard that Beishan had built a new palace, he thought it was a summer resort, but looking at this posture, it looks like a Buddhist hall or a temple?

As the team approached, he glared at the building in front of him. The building didn't look like what he had thought, it wasn't even like anything he had seen, it was boxy, the pillars were tall and majestic, and he walked inside, and in the center of the temple stood a sculpture, and in the center was a statue of a woman with a naked body and a head, her eyes and hands crossed on her chest, and her expression was sad, as if she was praying.

The sculpture of this woman is beautiful and a little familiar. But this does not belong to any god who is worshipped, and what he thinks is a little inexplicable, and asks the eldest brother on the side, "Your Highness, what are we doing here?" What is this place? ”

"You don't know anything?" His Royal Highness's eyebrows were raised, and he was about to open his mouth to scold him for not doing his job: "You have been traveling for so many years, don't you even know the sky?!" ”

I don't know the sky?!

His heart trembled, these three words are now unknown to no one and no one knows, but he also knows that the system of this organization is strict, even if it widely absorbs cultivators from all walks of life, but it will also be constrained by strict dogmas, which is not quite the same as other monastic sects, there are always some frightening unknowns, he only has Shushan in his heart, so he doesn't know much.

"When and when do we not know the day...... Is this sect entangled? He muttered to himself, and the eldest prince snorted when he heard it, "Say you don't know anything, you still really don't care about anything?" We have always complemented each other with Ignorance, our national teacher, and many excellent ministers, are all from Ignorance, and we have been funding Ignorance to strengthen its power for so many years, even if you are ignorant, you are too ignorant. ”

His words shocked Nan Mucheng.

He thought about it, that national teacher was so mysterious, it turned out to be from the unknown sky?

When he learned where he came from, he calmed down.

I've been running around outside for so many years, so I've never participated in this kind of sacrificial meeting once, no wonder the royal family has poured out, and their Nanmu clan and Zhitian have already had such a deep entanglement?

He clenched his hands and watched as the national teacher stepped towards the top of the steps, his robe dragging on the ground, holding a sword in his hand, slowly moving forward, while his father and queen followed behind him.

There was an altar on top of the high platform, he was too far away to see what it was, but it shimmered with light waves, and they stood there, and he saw that the national teacher had raised his sword, and his father had actually held the sharp blade with his bare hands, and the blood was falling on the altar.

"What is this doing?" Nan Mucheng looked anxious, his father was willing to deign to hurt his dragon body, what kind of ghost sacrifice ceremony is this?

But the people on the side seemed to have long been accustomed to it, even though the sword was less than a few feet away from his father at the moment, they still looked at the altar reverently, and he heard a slight popping sound in the air, and the blood dripped into the altar and exploded like boiling water.

What's wrong with it?

Nan Mucheng had been frightened, but when he saw a look of regret on his father's face, the people on the side whispered, "I also failed this year-"

"Alas, after all, it's not easy to awaken the bloodline!"

"Will there still be any ancestral remnants in our clan?"

"Who knows?"

The father and the queen walked down hand in hand, and then the palace took the lead, he clenched his hands and looked very nervous, took a deep breath several times, the father held the white cloth in his hand, it was soaked in blood, and it looked like the wound was quite deep, he handed a look over, and motioned for the high hall to go up.

He seemed to have accepted some great task from heaven and said, "The boy is gone!" ”

“……”

(End of chapter)

(Education 123 Literature Network)