Not long ago, in the study room of the Bachelor's Mansion, the conversation between Ning Que and Zeng Jing unfolded like this. At that time, Zeng Jing drank half a cup of tea, and was silent for half a cup of tea, and suddenly said: "Listen to Sangsang, you will be ready to go out in a few more years." ”

Ning Yi nodded and said: "The Yu Lan Festival is in the autumn, and the Rotten Ke Temple is a little far away, if you want to see it, you have to leave in the near future, otherwise you will miss the time." ”

In the spring of last year, the Langke Temple sent the invitation to the Yu Lan Festival to Chang'an City, and the Guanhai monk personally handed it to Ning Que, but afterwards because of some considerations, Ning Que did not plan to go, but his idea was not agreed by the academy.

Scholar Zeng Jing said: "The road is long, and we should go together." But after all, Sang Sang is my biological daughter and the descendant of the Great Priest of Xiling Bright, so I can't still follow you as a maid as I did in the past years...... Have you ever thought about it?"

Ning Que really hadn't thought about this question and said, "Then what do you mean?"

Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and asked, "How old is Sang Sang this year?"

Ning Que counted the days and said, "Sixteen." ”

Zeng Jing couldn't refuse and said: "Since you are already sixteen, what are you waiting for? You hurry up and get married, it will be more convenient to get along with husband and wife on the journey, and the bachelor's mansion will not be laughed at." ”

Ning Que said helplessly: "Aren't you in a hurry? ”

Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and said, "The two of you have been together for sixteen years, where is it a hurry? But the marriage event really should not be neglected, in this way, it is better for you to get engaged first." ”

is such a simple conversation, in front of a father who feels sorry for his daughter, Ning Que has no power to resist at all, and agrees to the engagement in a daze.

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Through the starlight outside the window, looking at Sang Sang in her arms, looking at her gradually unfolding eyebrows, and looking at the smile on her slightly dark face, Ning Que couldn't help but smile, let's get engaged, there is always a day when you get married, will you still be afraid of getting engaged? It's just that when she dug up the dying little baby in the corpse pile sixteen years ago, where would she have thought that one day she would become a big girl and become her wife?

Thinking about these things, Ning Que gradually fell asleep.

For ordinary people, falling asleep is the consent word to fall asleep, but this does not apply to Ning Que, because he has lived on the verge of life and death since he was a child, and needs to save the most subtle body and spirit, so he has always fallen asleep very quickly, and his sleep is very deep and sweet, and he only needs a long time to be refreshed.

This situation continued until he began to practice, that year he took Sangsang to the market, bought a copy of the Taishang induction record, and after returning to the Weicheng courtyard, he began to practice according to the method written in the book, trying to meditate, that is, that night, he had a very warm dream, dreaming of an ocean.

After that, he began to dream one after another, often after meditation there will be warm dreams, but those dreams have no specific content, and there are no vivid pictures, until the spring three years ago, he left Weicheng for Chang'an with the princess Li Yu's convoy, and had a conversation with the old man Lu Qingchen during the journey, and had a strange dream in the middle of the night with Sangsang's little feet in his arms.

In that dream, he stood on the cold and dark wasteland, he saw the cavalry of the Tang Empire, the warriors of the Moon Kingdom, the crossbowmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the barbarians looking for needles in the haystack, saw the countless corpses that dyed the wasteland red, saw three black smoke and dust in front of the wasteland, saw the night gradually occupying the sky, people looked in fear in the direction of the night, and a tall man beside him said that it was going to be dark......

After killing the tea master Yan Su, Ning Que fled on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, and the blood and the big black umbrella on his body alarmed the rune, that is, in the early morning, the snow mountain that he didn't know anything about was rebuilt, and finally officially embarked on the path of cultivation, that is, at that time, he had another dream.

In that dream, he returned to the cold and dark wasteland, and the night was still encroaching on the sky, so he looked up at the sky, and there were countless people around him who did not look at the sky, but looked at him indifferently and vigilantly and sadly, and at this time, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and a light door slowly opened, and the light returned to the world, and a huge golden dragon indifferently poked out the dragon's head and looked down at the crowd on the ground.

In the exam to enter the second floor of the academy, in the process of climbing the rock at the top of the peak, Ning Que once again entered the dream realm where the real and the illusory could not be distinguished.

The night is still invading the wasteland, the light is hidden behind the clouds, but it has become brighter and brighter, the people in the field are still looking at him, including the housekeeper and the young master who were killed by him many years ago, the tall man asked him how to choose, he said that he didn't want to choose, the tall man said what if he had to choose? At the end of that dream, Ning Que killed the housekeeper and the young master again, and then walked towards the night with a knife on his back.

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Ning Que looked at the three black smokes, felt the indifferent smell from them, his body became very stiff, he knew that he was dreaming, but he didn't know how to wake up from the dream.

The night was getting colder and colder, and the light was getting more and more intense, dividing the whole sky into two halves, and the huge dragon head looked down on the people on the earth mercilessly and ignorantly, slowly opening its mouth, the soldiers on the wasteland were still fighting each other, but they couldn't see who was fighting with whom, and countless corpses were soaked in countless blood.

He looked at the tall man beside him, looking at the white hair on his shoulders, his heart was beating faster and faster, as if the war drums in the wasteland had been beaten, and they could burst out at any time, because he finally confirmed this time that the tall man in the wasteland in his dream was ...... It is the Master.

The master didn't turn around, quietly looked at the sky, watching the war between light and darkness, but Ning Que knew very well that the master was waiting for himself to make a choice, he didn't want to make a choice, more precisely, the last time he was able to make a choice was because he was ignorant so fearless, now he vaguely understands something, so he is no longer so fearless, the most confusing thing for him is, why did the master let himself make a choice?

Ning Que wanted to escape from this dream, this blood-stained wasteland, so he turned around and ran towards the periphery of the wasteland, he ran faster and faster, his heart beat faster and faster, his breath became more and more rapid, and his face became more and more pale, so he ran into a pale sea, which was full of white lotus flowers.

The sea water was no longer warm, it was very cold, the white lotus petals were frozen into ice sculptures, and then scattered into broken jade, sinking into the sea water, and his body also sank to the bottom of the sea, into the sea water as thick as blood, the blood made it difficult for him to breathe, no, he couldn't breathe, he began to struggle desperately, trying to swim away, but found that his hands and feet were no longer able to move, and the struggle could only make himself hidden deeper.

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Ning Que opened his eyes and woke up, gasping for breath quickly, his body was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of frightened expressions, like a dead man. He looked at the paper on the roof, and it took a long time for him to finally confirm that he had left the dream and returned to the old pen house.

These dreams were his biggest secret, he didn't tell Chen Pipi, nor did he mention it to his master and other brothers and sisters, although these dreams were full of the truth he wanted to explore, but he didn't dare to tell anyone, because he always felt that these dreams hid something very terrible.

Sixteen years ago, the Xiling Temple and the current Buddhist sect are speculating whether he is the son of Hades.

Ning Que used to think that these were completely nonsense, but every time he thought about returning to Chang'an from the wasteland, he heard Sang Sang relay Wei Guangming's words, and remembered these dreams, he felt extremely frightened - if the legendary son of Hades refers to a time-traveler from another world, then wouldn't it be himself?

The night is coming, the invasion of the underworld, although it is just a legend, it is a legend that has made the cultivators in the world vigilant and uneasy for thousands of years, he does not know the specific details, but he understands that this must be a big event involving the destruction of the world, if he is really the son of the Hades, then what will he face?

No matter how the master is tolerant, he doesn't even care about the little uncle and his demonization, but he definitely won't care about this matter, otherwise why would there be that tall figure in his dream?

No matter how quiet and warm the mountain behind the academy is, he will not be merciful in the face of such a major issue of right and wrong, if he is the son of the Hades, the senior brother does not know what to do, but the second senior brother will definitely directly take off the ancient crown and smash him to death with a mallet, and then jump off the cliff to commit suicide, with all the same feelings.

If he falls into the hands of the Xiling Temple, he will definitely be tied to the stake and burned to charcoals, if it falls into the hands of the Buddha, will those monks shave their heads and let themselves recite the scriptures in the Hanging Temple for the rest of their lives?

In this way, the best ending is to become a monk?

Ning Que leaned on the head of the bed thinking about these things, his clothes wet with cold sweat were dry and wet, his face became more and more pale, and he couldn't imagine what kind of things he would face in the world if he was really the son of Hades, and at that time, the whole world would abandon him, leaving him alone to wander in the world, living a life of exile again, hiding from Haotian's divine light like a mouse.

At this moment, Sang Sang moved in his arms, frowning slightly, as if he had dreamed of something bad, or felt Ning Que's feelings at this time.

Ning Que looked at her slightly dark face, and his mood gradually calmed down, because no matter whether he became a traitor or said that he was really the son of Hades, there would always be a little maid who would follow him without abandoning, even if he wandered again, it would not be a wandering in the world alone, it would be a wandering of two people, so it would be good.

He lowered his head and kissed her brow, trying to break the frown away.

However, Sangsang didn't seem to feel comfortable, and his brows frowned more and more.

Ning Que suddenly felt that something was wrong with the situation.

Sangsang's face became more and more pale, and from the darkness, it was as palpitating as snow, and his frowning brows looked particularly painful, and his body became colder and colder.

Ning Que was shocked and hurriedly shook her awake.

Sang Sang opened his eyes with difficulty, looking extremely weak, and a piercing chill came out of his clothes, which actually made Ning Que can't help but shudder.

Sang Sang trembled in pain, clutching Ning Que's clothes tightly, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak.

Even if Ning Que dared to delay, she got up, whistled extremely loudly, pulled over a thick futon to wrap her body, hugged her between her arms, and rushed out like this.

He kicked open the wooden door of Lao Bizhai and ran to the 47th lane.

It was not dawn, it was dark.

Ning Que looked at the entrance of the alley and shouted angrily: "You pig!

The big black horse in his sleep was suddenly awakened by the whistle, and was about to express his dissatisfaction, so he looked at Ning Que Tieqing's face, and immediately knew that something was indeed wrong, Ning Que was in a very bad mood at this time, and he might really kill himself at any time, so he hurriedly kicked his four hooves and dragged the heavy carriage to the old bizhai.

Ning Que jumped into the carriage and gasped, "Go to the academy." ”

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(I have good news for you, the big plot of the third volume is basically clear, and the small one will be passed again tonight.) ）