In the past few years, in order not to attract attention, Ning Que has never come to sacrifice Xiao Heizi, and now that the revenge has been avenged, even if the court knows his relationship with Xiao Heizi, there is no need to worry about it.

The blood sea is revenged, and the parents should be sacrificed first, but after the bloody case that year, the bodies of Ning Que's biological parents Lin Hai and Li Sanniang, after a brief sacrifice by the Daomen, were burned into ashes and sprinkled into Weishui, how can there be a cemetery,

Then the cemetery of the little black man can be regarded as the cemetery of those people back then.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella, held it tightly with both hands, and covered him behind him, Ning Que squatted down, took out a piece of oil paper from his arms and burned it. There were many names written on the oiled paper, and the people behind those names were already dead, just like this oiled paper, turned into green smoke, and was blown away by the wind and snow in an instant.

Sang Sang said in a low voice: "What should I do with His Royal Highness?"

Ning Que looked at the charred black paper ash rolling on the snow, and said: "Back then, he just moved his mouth, and now he can't be regarded as a prince, so let's look at him for another two years." ”

Sang Sang said: "Young Master, don't you often say that you want to punish the evil?"

Ning Que said: "The first evil is your teacher, but he is dead, and I also thought about digging up his grave by the master's grave before, but forget it." ”

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When Chang'an City was shrouded in wind and snow, the deep mountains of Xiling Divine Kingdom were still as warm as spring, which had a certain relationship with the warm current on the sea outside the Song State Embankment in the east, and because it was originally a place favored by Haotian.

Outside the simple Taoist temple deep in the mountains stood a young man, who was extremely handsome, although there were a few striking scars on his cheeks, which added to the charm.

The middle-aged Taoist on the stone steps looked at the young man and said, "Prince Longqing, do you really insist on entering the meditation and penance? Do you know what this means?"

It turned out that the young man was the prince of Longqing, and I saw that there were calluses and rust on his palms, and he probably spent all these days at sea.

He said respectfully: "Since it is the teacher's order, as a disciple, you don't dare to disobey in any way, as long as you can see the Book of Heaven, it doesn't matter how much suffering and torture you suffer. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest said: "Since it is the intention of the Lord, naturally no one will stop you, but I must remind you that with your current realm, if you want to read the Book of Heaven, you may die at any time." ”

Long Qing said calmly: "Uncle Shi, I am a dead man now. ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the black peach blossom on Long Qing's chest, remembered the rumor that Xue Ya Ning Que had an arrow piercing this person's chest, understood the meaning of the so-called dead man in his sentence, and sighed lightly and said no more.

Walking up the stone steps, he entered the unknowable place of the Daomen, Zhishouguan, although Longqing had already worshiped the master of Zhishouguanguan as a teacher, but his mood was still a little nervous at this time.

The Taoist temple is deep in the lakeside, there are seven golden and brilliant grass houses, the grass houses are paved with grass, cheap and shabby, there should not be any solemn and luxurious atmosphere, but the thatch laid on the grass houses here is as colored as gold and jade, ignoring the dust and wind and rain of the years, it looks extremely gorgeous.

This kind of thatch naturally has a very strong vitality of heaven and earth, can resist the wind and rain and cold breath, can help people to clear their minds and calm their minds, and has long been extinct in nature, which can be said to be extremely precious.

There are only two places in the world where the luxury of this kind of thatched hut is built, one is the thatched hut by the lake, which is responsible for storing the seven volumes of heavenly books, and the other is the thatched hut where the mountain master lives behind the academy.

Long Qing walked into the first grass room, looked at the book sealed like black blood on the agarwood case, and could no longer keep calm, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves trembled slightly.

This book is the first volume of the Book of Heaven: the Japanese Character Scroll.

This is also the only book of heaven that can be opened in his current realm.

Long Qing slowly lifted the black cover, and the first page that caught his eye was a snow-white piece of paper, and then he turned the second page, which said Liu Bai, Jun Mo, and Tang ...... The names of these worldly cultivators, because he had expected them in his heart, were not surprised, but silently thought that if he wanted to climb to the highest peak of the cultivation path in the future, then these shining names would have to become stepping stones under his feet.

Long Qing continued to look through the Japanese character scroll.

At the top of this piece of paper, he saw the name of the bookworm Mo Shanshan, and then at the top of this paper, he saw the names of Ning Que and Ye Hongyu, the two names were almost completely parallel, and each had a stroke breaking through the paper, as if it was about to pierce into the front page.

Looking at these three names, Long Qing's eyes became extremely resentful, and even his breathing became a lot heavier, but after a while, all the emotions disappeared inexplicably, and his eyes returned to extreme calm, becoming brighter and brighter, just like the night pearl painted with gold, extremely bright.

Winter goes to spring, and time is gone.

No one in the world knew about it, and they all thought that the prince of Longqing was dead, and now he was concentrating on cultivation and study in the unknown place of Zhishouguan, and he woke up every morning, and began to clean the front view, then cook food, prepare living utensils and send them to the back view, and only after he was busy could he go to the seven thatched huts to read the book of heaven.

After reading the Japanese scroll on the first day, Longqing never opened this book of heaven, but put all his spirit and will into reading the second volume of the book of heaven.

One day, spring is in full bloom, and the peaches in the inner and outer fields are in full bloom.

Longqing, who was pale, came out of the second grass hut, holding the blood-stained towel tightly in his hand, and was about to go to the lakeside to meditate and recuperate for a while, when suddenly he felt something in his heart and stopped.

He walked into the first thatched hut and opened the Japanese scroll with a solemn expression.

On that page, the ink of the word Ning Que became thicker and thicker, as if blood was about to seep into the paper, and the name of Mo Shanshan left its original position and came to the top of the paper.

Long Qing's face became more and more pale, and his pupils shrank like a faint black hole, and what made him feel extremely shocked and angry was not the picture he saw, but the picture he didn't see.

He didn't see the name of Ye Hongyu.

The name of the leaf red fish has gone elsewhere.

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In the late spring, although the newly planted peach blossoms are far less dazzling than the rumors, the trees are luxuriant, and the shrine above is shrouded in the greenery of the forest, which looks extremely solemn.

On the stone Shinto sandwiched by the green trees, a young girl walked slowly, she combed a simple bun, wearing a cyan Taoist robe, the blue was not very eye-catching, but when the Taoist robe slowly fluttered with the mountain wind, the faint green on the thousand-year-old stone tree next to the Shinto lost its color.

The girl with her hair in a bun walked calmly up the long Shinto, and soon came to the top of the vast flat cliff, and she looked at the black temple of judgment in the distance and smiled.

On the cliff in front of the temple, countless exclamations rang out.

"Ye Hongyu is back!"

"How dare this woman come back!"

"Dao idiot, go and inform the gods!"

"Master Siza, long time no see!"

The Daomen girl who walked slowly had an extremely beautiful face and a simple and simple breath, but in the eyes of everyone, this was the most terrifying picture they had ever seen.

The priests and deacons around the temple scattered in astonishment, and those who could not retreat in time bowed down in horror and greeted them with trembling voices.

Last spring, Daoist Ye Hongyu left the Xiling Temple, then she lived in Chang'an City for a while, then disappeared without a trace, and then in this spring, she returned.

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Chen Bachi, the former commander of the cavalry of the temple, was blinded by a paper sword, and then his tongue was broken by the dry fingers of the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle, and he became an authentic waste, but after all, he was a close confidant of the commander of the Luo Ke enemy, so he was still able to live very happily in the extremely realistic ruling division.

If it is said that the sun is shining every day on the stone steps, it can be regarded as a kind of happiness.

Ye Hongyu walked to the bottom of the stone steps of the Judgment Temple, looked at Chen Bachi, who was richly dressed but lying in the sun like a beggar, and said calmly: "Have you thought that I can still come back?"

There were many priests and deacons in the distance who were looking towards this side, but no one dared to make a move on Ye Hongyu, not because the Dao Idiot still had power, but because after the Heavenly Oracle Great Priest returned to Peach Mountain last year, he was furious because of the Dao Idiot's departure from the mountain, and even had a battle with the Ruling Archpriest that no one knew about.

Chen Bachi had heard people's exclamations before, and when he heard Ye Hongyu's voice, he finally confirmed that what he was most afraid of had finally happened, and his face was full of fear.

He wanted to ask for mercy, and he wanted to warn Ye Hongyu that this was the temple, and he wanted to use the prestige of the Judgment Divine Seat and the Great Commander of the Luo Ke Enemy to save his life, but he was speechless now.

Even if he could speak, Ye Hongyu wasn't ready to listen, she just wanted to enter the Judgment Temple, and she would inevitably need to climb the stone steps, and this person happened to be basking in the sun on the stone steps, so she said in passing.

After saying this, she walked past Chen Bachi.

There was a spring breeze coming, blowing the ancient woods around the temple, blowing the sleeves of Ye Hongyu, and a very fine fold appeared on the green sleeves, which were shaped like swords.

The invisible Dao sword came out.

Chen Bachi's throat was cut and he died on the spot.

Ye Hongyu didn't look back and continued to climb the stairs.

More than 100 priests and deacons walked to the bottom of the stone steps of the temple, raised their heads and looked up, and watched the green shirts slowly ascend the stone steps, with extremely shocked expressions on their faces.

The black solemn judgment temple was extremely tall and solemn, compared to Ye Hongyu, who was standing in front of the hall, it seemed so small, but she didn't pause, and walked in calmly and naturally.

It's like coming home.

When she walked into the Temple of Judgment.

She is no longer small.

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In a house somewhere in the capital of the Great River Kingdom, the sound of a baby crying sounded.

The maids and servants in the courtyard were busy back and forth, their faces full of joy. The owner of the house is a Tang man, for the people of Daheguo, it is a good thing, and this master has a warm temperament, has a deep relationship with his wife, and treats people generously, that is the best master, today the master is happy, and they are also happy.

The woman lying on the bed was slightly pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she looked extremely tired, but looking at the baby in her husband's arms, she still couldn't hide her excitement, and murmured: "It's a pity that it's a daughter, next time I will give birth to a son to my master." ”

The middle-aged man sitting next to the bed held the baby, looked at his wife and comforted: "My daughter is the best, let her go into the ink pool garden to learn calligraphy and innocence in the future. ”

The woman said angrily, "How can you speak like that?"

The middle-aged man looked at the baby girl in his arms, and said a little nervously, "Why is it so small?"

"How old can a newborn child be......" The woman suddenly became a little nervous, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Master, we really want to go back to Chang'an in the autumn?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Father is old, now that we have a son, we must always bring it back to make his old man happy, you don't have to worry about those who don't have it, I have it." ”

The woman, who had always thought that her man was the most reassuring person in the world, was really relieved when she heard this, and began to think about other things, asking, "What should you name your child?"

"After returning to Chang'an City, wait for my father to give me a name. ”

The middle-aged man thought about returning to Chang'an, and His Majesty the Emperor knew that he had given birth to a daughter, and he would definitely rush to give him a name, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Let's take a nickname first." ”

"What's it called?"

"The village we met is rich in pumpkins, so let's call it a little pumpkin, okay?"

“...... The lord has the final say. ”

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In the Mogan Mountain, the capital of the Great River Country, there is a quiet lake, this quiet lake is the most famous ink pond in the Great River Country, Moshan Mountain sits on the side of the ink pond, holding a stone in his hand, as if he is ready to throw it into the lake, and seems to be ready to put it around, but he has always hesitated.

On the ground beside her, there were already seven or eight stones scattered around, round and square, of different shapes, and seemingly irregular, but they gave people a feeling of extreme emptiness, like a stomach after five days of hunger, and like an empty wine bag.

The night breeze was light, Mo Shanshan's thin eyebrows were frowning, her thin and sparse eyelashes blinked gently, and her originally slightly rounded cheeks had been cleared, adding a bit of beauty, but on her pale cheeks at this time, there was no self-pity, just extremely focused, and even extremely painful because of thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally put the stone in her hand down.

The stone seemed to rest casually among the seven or eight stones on the ground, but at this moment, something very strange happened, like a person who had been hungry for days suddenly eating a large bucket of hard rice, or like someone throwing a knife into a wine bag, and a strong angular meaning suddenly enveloped the inkwell.

There were many waves on the calm surface of the lake for no reason, as if even the lake water sensed the craggy meaning that stretched between heaven and earth and blocked people's hearts.

Mo Shanshan looked at the scattered stones beside him, and knew that he had finally succeeded in setting up a part of the block, and his eyes like a lake became brighter and brighter, because of the joy red lips pursed like threads.

It was then that she remembered what she had written in that letter.

"After many things, I have a new idea in my eyes, and on the day of reunion, the book written will be more magnificent than today, I hope you will also work harder, don't disappoint me. ”

The girl stood up, looked far north, thought of the hateful fellow, and said sweetly but proudly: I know my fate, but you can disappoint me?

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For example, the top figures such as Uncle Ke Haoran and Master Liansheng of the academy have long been scattered, leaving only a few traces in the world, but even if they are only a few traces, they are extremely precious treasures.

At the beginning, in the deep wasteland of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, Ning Que, Mo Shanshan, and Ye Hongyu competed to kill each other, and entered the Demon Sect Mountain Gate one after another, in the process, they saw the block base array laid by the bright god who founded the Demon Sect, they saw the earth-shattering sword marks left by Mr. Ke when he broke the block base array, and they saw Ke Haoran's book in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, the traces of the battle, and the most important thing is that they saw the living Liansheng.

It was a bloody encounter, and the three strong people in the younger generation of the cultivation world, before such old monsters, both mentally and ** were greatly damaged, and then they also gained extremely valuable experience.

These experiences settled in the spiritual world of the three of them, and then gradually began to be released and began to play a role, Ning Que killed Xiahou, Moshan Mountain fell into the fate, and Ye Hongyu bravely walked into the Judgment Temple, all thanks to the trip to the Demon Sect's mountain gate.

In a sense, neither Uncle Xiao nor Lian Sheng really died, and the mantle of these two peerless powerhouses was inherited in a new way in Ning Que and the three of them.

Standing between the cliffs behind the academy, looking at Chang'an City in the distance, Ning Que recalled the encounters in the past two years, climbing the old study building, climbing the second floor, realizing the Dao, entering the wasteland, inheriting the Haoran Qi, and the cultivation battles that he couldn't imagine before, all of which were so emotional.

Then he remembered what Xia Hou said before he died, frowned slightly, and felt that there were invisible black clouds floating in the sky over Chang'an City, which was shrouded in clear spring light.

He thinks he can't be the son of Hades. Although he had seen Hades in a sense after dying once, that Hades was obviously not the same thing as the legendary Hades of this world.

But if he was not the son of Hades, why did the Great Priest of Light set off this bloody storm back then? Why did the Buddhist sect send people to see him or even kill him?

I can't see the road ahead, I don't know if the Buddha Sect will be calm, Ning Que clenched his fists slightly, and made a decision, he will not go to the Yu Lan Festival in the autumn.

At this moment, the lively music and noisy sounds forcibly pulled him out of the high-level emotions such as sighing and vigilance, and pulled him back to the scene of the spring outing.

Today's spring outing on the mountain behind the academy.

Under the organization of the master, no disciple dared not come, anyway, the ban on the cave had been lifted, so the senior brother who loved to play chess played chess in the cave, and the senior brother who loved to play the piano, the flute and sang songs sang and played in the cave, and those who loved embroidery continued to embroider, those who loved to read continued to read, those who loved to write Xiaokai continued to write Xiaokai, those who loved to chat continued to chat, and those who loved to pretend to be lonely continued to pretend to be lonely.

are all very elegant hobbies, but when these hobbies appear in the cliff cave at the same time, they suddenly become vulgar, because they are too noisy, too much like the scene of street performance in Chang'an City.

It was Sang Sang who was really working hard today, because she was responsible for preparing the diet, and at the strong request of Chen Pipi, she boiled three large urns of chicken soup.

"Young master, hurry up and drink it, this Weng is the freshest. ”

Sang Sang took a bowl of chicken soup, quietly walked to the cliff, and handed it to him.

Ning Que looked at her slightly messy hair and the grass ash on her face, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and said angrily: "Chen Pipi is all blind, you actually listen to him, is chicken soup and chicken soup the same thing? Chicken soup is sold for a lot of silver, will this chicken soup become a lot more precious?"

Sang Sang smiled and didn't say anything, in fact, the people in the academy loved to drink her stewed chicken soup, which made her very happy.

She advised: "This chicken is very good, it can produce oil, and there is a thick layer floating on the soup, so it looks like there is no heat, it is actually extremely hot, and it can't be cold for a while, young master, you can drink it when it's cold." ”

Sang Sang went to the grass hut to prepare cold dishes, as well as steamed steamed buns in a large steamer.

The senior brother walked out of the cliff cave, stood beside Ning Que, and looked in the direction of Chang'an City.

Ning Que handed over the bowl and said, "Senior brother, this is the freshest bowl." ”

Senior Brother smiled and shook his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior brother, in fact, I have always had a problem in my heart, I know that this question is not right, but it always makes me feel a little panicked there. ”

Ning Que said, "Senior brother, please speak." ”

Senior Brother looked at Chang'an City in the distance, frowned slightly, and asked, "Fifteen years ago, when you picked up a knife in that firewood room, did you ever think that the general's son was actually innocent. ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The scene was very chaotic at that time, I really don't know what I thought at the time, but I will naturally understand this truth afterwards." ”

Then he asked sincerely: "Senior brother, if you were in this situation at that time, what would you choose?"

The elder brother said: "Without personal experience, no matter how touching the choice is, it may just be a false sensational...... But if it were me now, I would probably choose to do nothing. ”

Ning Que knew that what Senior Brother said was true, sacrificing innocent people in exchange for his own survival was probably not a choice that Senior Brother could make.

He said, "Senior brother, you are a benevolent person. ”

He continued: "The second senior brother is a man of lofty ideals, but it is really difficult for me to be a person with lofty ideals, I am just a selfish person, I only think that I can survive. ”

Senior Brother patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "The teacher once said that selfishness is the greatest driving force for human beings to move forward, although I don't understand this statement very well, but it must have its truth when I think about it, junior brother, your choice can't be said to be wrong, at least I am not qualified to say that you are wrong." ”

"It's not necessarily justified, but it makes a lot of sense. ”

The master walked to the edge of the cliff and said, "There is no purpose in life, only the process, where is there any right and wrong?"

The elder brother said: "Right and wrong are people's good thoughts. ”

The Master pointed to the blue sky and a few white clouds above, and said, "If you fly higher, the smaller your image will be in the eyes of people on the earth, until you become inhuman, and you are not even human, where is there any good thought, if there is no need for good thought, where is right and wrong?"

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "Teacher, you are wrong. During your travels, you often said to me that if you leave the world, if you want to stay in the world, then you must be a human being, and since you are a human being, you are a member of all living beings in the world, how can you not have a view of right and wrong, good and evil?"

Ning Que was taken aback.

The master never thought that the most honest apprentice would dare to say that he was wrong to his face, and he would also use his own words to slap himself in the face, his beard fluttered angrily, and he glared angrily and reprimanded:

"Li slowly! You are so bold!"

The senior brother looked nervous and said: "The teacher often reminds me to learn more from Jun Mo and the little junior brother, so I will have the previous words, if the teacher doesn't like it, I will take it back." ”

Ning Que listened beside him, endured laughter until his abdomen hurt, and at this time he really couldn't hold it anymore, he laughed out loud, waved his hand again and again and said, "You guys talk first, I'll go see if the steamed buns are ready." ”

The master glared at him and said, "It's all something you provoked, and you still want to escape?"

After saying this, he saw the bowl of chicken soup in Ning Que's hand, snorted lightly, and said in admiration: "The oil color is crystal clear, and the soup is clear and rich, it is really a good bowl of soup." ”

Ning Que's expression stiffened slightly.

The master flicked his sleeves lightly, and snatched the bowl of chicken soup from Ning Que's hand, and drank it all in one gulp, without changing his face.

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, thinking that the teacher was really profound.

Immediately afterwards, the master's face changed suddenly, and with a pop, he squirted out all the chicken soup in his mouth, and his clothes and beard were dripping with oil and water, and he looked like a wolf.

"Hot!"

The Master cried out in anger, and his tone changed a little.

Sang Sang was picking wisteria fruits under the rain corridor, and asked puzzledly, "Do you want to put sugar in the chicken soup?"

There was a burst of laughter on the cliffside.

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(Volume 2: The End of the Lake of Winter)