I don't know when the sky is pale with snow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe deep winter rhyme swept the world, as if people's hearts had become desolate.

The woman in the porch is holding a needle and thread, and she is embroidered with flowers.

She was wearing only a single coat, her wrists poking out from the wide sleeves, white as clotted fat, and when the wind and snow approached her, she would involuntarily wither and fall to the ground, and where she was, it was always as warm as spring at any time.

Her makeup is elegant, her eyes are bright, and her eyebrows are embroidered with silk threads, like distant mountains like new willows, different charming.

On the stone bench opposite the woman sat a child no more than eight or nine years old, muttering something while munching on melon seeds.

"Qian": Yuan, Heng, Li, Zhen. ”

The child is very articulate, spitting out melon seed shells while muttering awkward words, and his voice is crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

He memorized the Book of Changes.

In the primeval era, the Great Dao sage once threw 100,000 wisps of incarnation into the worlds to preach, popularizing the Dharma and educating sentient beings, and the commentaries of the various Taoist scriptures were also spread, and were regarded as the mantra of awakening the world by the 100,000 worlds.

However, the child did not have much respect for the Word. He frowned from head to tail, obviously not thinking that the I Ching Tiangua was more flavorful than melon seeds.

"The ancients said: The Tao should not be passed on lightly. The Word is the Great Dao, how can it be used in vain for the sake of the villain!" the child said, looking at the woman. He didn't ask a question, but he threw out a sharp question waiting for the woman to answer.

Ye Jinmei kept the needle and thread in his hand, and replied casually: "There are big and small people in the Tao, and there are good and evil. The pros and cons of merit and demerits are prioritized by heaven and earth. ”

The child is not satisfied with this answer. He threw away the melon seeds in his hand, jumped down from the stone bench, and said word by word: "The Tao has no size." Although good and evil are different, it still takes a thousand years for the words of merit and demerit to be judged. ”

The child was dressed in a green silk shirt and stood like a tall young bamboo in the wind and snow. His facial features are extremely delicate, and his small face is like a gentle jade carving, which is too fair and makes him look a little weak.

He is a real jade, pure and flawless in body and mind, and his spirit and spirit have gathered the spirit of all worlds, and his edge is ready to be shown.

He sneered in his voice: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are used as dogs." The so-called equality of saints in preaching is simply to avoid cause and effect implication and let things go freely. ”

This is a great rebellion. Ye Jinmei made a silent gesture, but did not say a word of reproach.

The child's little face fell: "Mother, you are always perfunctory, and you are not afraid that I will strayed into the devil's way." ”

Ye Jinmei smiled and said: "There are some things that should not be known too clearly, and it is easier to fall into demons if you know them." ”

"Is this a disguised implication of the sins of the saints?"

The child squinted and laughed. His physique is weak, his teeth are changed relatively late, his lower teeth are uneven and have not yet grown, and the two tiger teeth on it are sharp and sharp, so this smile is bright and a little evil.

Ye Jinmei looked at the child's immature face, and the embroidered silver needle finally stopped, slightly worried.

Ye Jinmei is the wife of Ning Xiaoqiu, the young patriarch of the Ning family. The Ning family is a small clan that cultivates and calculates, there are no more than 10,000 people, and there are no peak powerhouses, all because Ning Xiaoqiu once saved Dongjun's great-grandson to gain a foothold in the afterlife.

Dongjun is the master of the Heavenly Mandate Sect of the Ling Sheng Realm, and his strength is unfathomable, because of Ning Xiaoqiu's kindness, Dongjun once claimed to have sheltered the Ning family for 30,000 years, regularly gave the Ning family some resources, and accepted Ning Xiaoqiu's son as the first disciple and taught him carefully.

Ye Jinmei asked softly, "How is today?"

"Kill them all. The child said as he rolled up his cuffs, revealing a slender wound on his arm, his expression more indifferent than that of ice and snow.

The child's surname is Ning, and he has been accepted as a big disciple by Dongjun since he was a baby. This matter is actually very incredible, Ning Yan's qualifications are excellent in the Afterlife Realm, but compared to the geniuses of the Ling Life Realm, he lacks too much, and he can't enter the eyes of a monarch-level powerhouse at all.

But as Ning Yan grew up, all kinds of past things could probably be explained.

Ning Yan was less than a year old when he first saw the murder scene, and he watched the whole execution without crying or screaming. At the age of three, he spent the night alone in a mass grave and dared to lie in a coffin and sleep peacefully. At the age of six, he refined his courage and killed nearly 100 death row prisoners, at the age of seven, he personally dissected corpses to study the structure of life, and at the age of eight, he entered the mountains to fight with wild beasts, and when he returned, he was always covered in blood.

This is a very terrible mind. Ning Yan is a person who is not afraid of blood by nature, and Dongjun may have taken a fancy to this point to accept apprentices and cultivate.

Ye Jinmei squatted down to check the child's injuries, breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and asked, "Did Lord Dongjun say when it was over?"

"The Master sent a message saying that I had reached the age of nine, and that when the totem was completed, I would begin to gather qi and practice. Ning Yan pouted and said. The so-called totem tormented him for three whole years, and now it is finally coming to an end.

A wisp of wind blew into the bird corridor, and the snowflakes fell on the tips of Ye Jinmei's hair.

Ye Jinmei came to his senses and said softly, "We can finish it tonight." ”

Hearing this, Ning Yan's little face immediately became vivid, turned around and ran out, stepping on a series of footprints in the snow.

Ye Jinmei looked at the child's small back, and only felt that it was going to turn into an overwhelming haze. The wind and snow were blowing, and everything was blurred in this monotonous and cool white.

With a long sigh, Ye Jinmei sat down again, threaded the needle, and sketched the scarlet outline of the peony on the silk.

It's like a puddle of blood, slowly blooming.

......

......

The girl in green stood in front of the building with a lamp.

She is Ye Jinmei's eldest maid Ye Zhuqing, the incarnation of a snake demon, and has been by Ye Jinmei's side for decades. Tonight, she was ordered to stand outside the door to block anyone who approached, because it was in the small building, and the young lady was about to help the little boy complete the last pulse cleansing before the formal practice.

This is a public statement. Ye Zhuqing looked at the dim fire light in the small building, and an inexplicable look appeared on his cold face.

Twelve soul-attracting lamps burned in the small building, and the dark golden flames jumped on the wick, and the intertwined light and shadow continued to struggle, as if the dancing crowd was watching the ancient and mysterious ritual.

Ning Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the twelve lamps, his upper body was ****, behind him Ye Jinmei held a jade needle, and the tail of the needle dragged the red lines.

The lines writhed spontaneously and strangely, as if they had come to life.

It has no length or thickness, it is more like a ray of divine light through the eye of a needle, tangible and substantial, but it contains an endless ferocious evil spirit, burning endlessly, flowing endlessly.

The needlework wandered in the child's tender flesh, Ye Jinmei's expression was solemn, Ning Yan opened his mouth and let out a hoarse gasp, and his thin body trembled.

Beads of blood oozed out of the pinhole and rolled down the contours of the bones, drop by drop.

On his back was an embroidered totem, which was a dozen Shura ghosts fighting each other, with black eyes and white hair, and hideous figures. They were surrounded by flames and blood, red as if they had a bloody and sinful texture, shocking to the eye.

This is the totem of killing, Ye Jinmei followed Dongjun's instructions, embroidered it stitch by stitch for three years, and embroidered it on Ning Yan's back.

Ye Jinmei's needles and threads kept shuttling, and those seemingly small flames were actually composed of rune textures, and these hundreds of flame runes constituted an incomparably mysterious formation.

There are countless heavy rune formations hidden in this whole totem, and I don't know how many calculations it takes to crack the complex combination and stacking array.

Ye Jinmei has been cultivating as a Fu Array Grandmaster for more than a hundred years, and he can't even understand any texture, just feeling that when he touches his gaze, it is like falling into a bloody and mysterious nightmare, and he can't extricate himself.

It is by no means something that human beings can speculate about, it is the trace of the supreme gods who have entered the world, just like the holy book written by the sons of the Great Dao incarnate into the world, or higher.

Ning Yan was extremely resistant to this embroidery at first, on the one hand, because it hurt and on the other hand, he didn't like the evil aura it emitted, but in the end he accepted Dongjun's arrangement, after all, he could also see the extraordinaryness of this picture.

The soul-attracting lamp is bright and out, and the light is gone.

Ye Jinmei's fingers shook, and the embroidery thread slipped off the jade needle, twisting its own skin that had disappeared into Ning Yan.

At this moment, the soul attraction lamp suddenly burst out into a golden river of light, and the soul breath that was free between heaven and earth was dissolved in the river of light by some strange traction, and then injected into Ning Yan's body.

Ning Yan sat cross-legged, pinching Lianhua with his fingers, his eyes were closed, he had lost consciousness, and the will to die contained in the fragments of his soul when Guanghe entered his body awakened, or fear or resentment or relief or unwillingness The emotions impacted Ning Yan's state of mind, and the illusions were full of illusions.

However, the twelve embroidered Shura on Ning Yan's back became more and more vivid, they sang and danced on Ning Yan's trembling body, and all their fears and resentment were unwilling to become their nourishment.

Quite different from the majestic evil aura emitted by Shura, the twelve rivers of golden light were purified into pure soul power, and the majestic and sacred majesty of the Great Dao was presented on the mysterious and treacherous primeval totem.

At the moment when the Soul Light River completely sank into Ning Yan's back, the soul attraction lamp shattered, the bundle of hair jade ribbons shattered, and a black hair raised itself without wind, Ning Yan'er opened his eyes, and his pupils seemed to melt into two pitch-black and bottomless whirlpools.

He stood up, his expression serene and indifferent. The monstrous ferocity and murderous aura spread instantly around him, and even Ye Zhuqing, who was standing outside the building, also felt that the snake blood in his whole body was almost frozen.

Ye Jinmei frowned, and said softly: "Quickly restrain your breath." ”

Ning Yan laughed twice, and pinched a trick with five fingers. He didn't gather qi to practice, this gesture was just an empty appearance, but the totemic evil qi still disappeared by his mind.

"Finally...... Done?"

Ye Jinmei nodded. Ning Yan breathed a long sigh of relief, turned his hand and touched his back, the newly pierced needle eye still hurt, which made his little face pile up resentment.

Ye Jinmei called Ye Zhuqing into the building to clean up, and rubbed the corners of his forehead a little tiredly.

She embroidered this totem for three whole years, so she had three years and 1,080 dark nights tossing and turning.

She was always worried, worried that one day the splendid Shura would wake up, and they would grind their teeth and suck blood on Ning Yan's back, worried that they would eat Ning Yan and then eat themselves, just like eating the twelve spirit rivers summoned by the soul attracting lamp, until they slowly ate away at the whole world.

Ning Yan changed into a new robe to cover the hideous pattern. His face was slightly pale, but it could be seen that he was very happy, this protracted torture had finally come to fruition after three years, and he could finally deal with Dongjun.

Ning Yan has been worshipping under Dongjun's door since he was a baby, but Ning Yan doesn't have much concept of this master, Ling Sheng Realm and the Afterlife Realm are separated by several worlds, Ning Yan and Dongjun don't get along much, they only meet a few times, and they are all contacted by the transmission seal on weekdays, so the teaching is just a concise command and explanation.

Ning Yan's cousin Ning Shen once mentioned with envy that the future position of the sect master of the Heavenly Mandate Sect would be inherited to Dongjun's eldest disciple, that is, Ning Yan, Ning Yan just smiled bitterly, he had never considered such a distant thing, and he did not dare to guarantee that Dongjun would still be alive after returning to old age.

There is no true monarch powerhouse in the entire afterlife realm, such as the Eastern Monarch can even start a sect in the Lingsheng realm, and the longevity of 100,000 years is no longer a realm that mortals can imagine.

Ning Yan has not yet cultivated, and he does not have an intuitive concept of the power of cultivation, but he instinctively knows that even if he is the so-called big disciple of Dongjun, he and Dongjun are still not people of the same world.

Ye Jinmei looked at his son, who was said to have met the greatest noble person in the afterlife world, and his future was limitless because of this, and said with a smile: "Go find your father, and you can start practicing after telling Lord Dongjun." ”

Ning Yan tilted her head, looked at Ye Jinmei's bloodshot eyes, and suddenly bowed deeply: "The old lady has worked hard for three years, and the child will not let you down." ”

Ning Yan turned around and went down the small building. Ye Jinmei tugged at the corners of her lips slightly, how much she liked this child, she liked it beyond the limitations of blood, so that she could clearly know that he was smart and even cunning, calm and even ruthless, just like at this time, Ye Jinmei couldn't tell whether he was a sincere promise or a fake coax, but she knew that Ning Yan ...... It's sure to make her despair.

Ye Zhuqing glanced at Ning Yan and stood behind Ye Jinmei and rubbed her shoulders.

Ye Jinmei closed his eyes, and the embroidered eyebrows were like green smoke from incense, gently stretched.

Her voice was as gentle as water: "Zhuqing, if I die one day, you will go...... Kill Ning. ”