When they met for the first time, they gave 500,000 taels of silver, the Cui family is really a big deal, and even the big ones are unimaginable, such a large amount of silver taels is enough to do too many things in the world.

Sang Sang didn't know why the Cui family sent so much silver, but she knew that if Ning Que accepted the silver, it might cause a lot of trouble, but she didn't think about it, so she thought that this silver should be accepted.

— It was half a million taels of silver, and she had never seen so much money in her life.

If you don't, we'll be punished like Mr. Ke.

Ning Que looked at the letter and knew the Cui family's intentions, and explained: "Your father's original partner was Cui Xiang's cousin, and now she is in Qinghe County. Back then, it was this woman who sent the newborn you out of the Zeng Mansion with the intention of killing, and the Cui family sent this silver to make you forgive that woman, at least not to be angry with the Cui family because of this, so this silver is not ours, but yours. ”

Sang Sang was slightly stunned and said, "So it's worth 500,000 taels of silver?"

Ning Que said: "If you are just the daughter of Zeng Jing's scholar, 500,000 taels of silver is naturally a bit expensive, but you are now the successor of the Bright God Throne, if you think of these old things one day in the future, even these gate lords of Qinghe County do not want to resist the anger of the Xiling Great Priest." ”

Understanding the origin of this thin silver ticket, Sang Sang became a little hesitant instead, looked at Ning Que and asked seriously, "Then do you think I should accept it?"

Ning Que said: "It depends on whether you want to forgive them." ”

Sang Sang said: "Forgiveness naturally will not forgive, but I don't want to go to that woman for revenge. ”

Ning Que was slightly surprised and asked, "Why?"

Sang Sang said: "Because without that woman, I would not have been picked by you." ”

Ning Que laughed and said, "Since this is the case, then put away the silver ticket and let the people of the Cui family feel at ease." ”

Sang Sang said worriedly: "Will it cause any trouble?"

Ning Que said, "What trouble can there be?"

Sang Sang said: "Doesn't it mean that the money will be short-handed?"

Ning Que raised his right hand and said, "My hand won't get shorter...... This silver is just to buy you to stop your anger, if these gate lords in Qinghe County really want to use this to buy me to do something, do I have to do it obediently?"

Sang Sang said worriedly: "It's not a big deal if you don't do anything with cashiers, right?"

Ning Que looked at her and asked, "Is silver important or reputation important?"

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "It depends on how much silver it is." ”

Ning Que gently waved the thin silver ticket in his hand.

Sang Sang looked at the silver ticket between his fingers and said without hesitation: "This is more important. ”

Then she came to her senses and said with some embarrassment: "Is it a disease to love money so much?"

Ning Que said: "Loving money is not a disease, because no money costs people's lives." ”

In fact, there is no need for any reason at all, whether it is him or Sang Sang, it is impossible to send back the 500,000 taels of silver tickets in hand, even if it involves something more troublesome than Qinghe County, even if it needs to pay the price of reputation, honor, and reputation, because from childhood to adulthood, they have really suffered enough of having no money, and their love or greed for money has long become an irreversible instinct.

If it's a disease, then they're not willing to treat it.

The difficult life since childhood, but also let Ning Que and Sang Sang have some other almost instinctive living habits, in addition to loving money, sensitive to danger, predicting trouble in advance, will jump far away like a rabbit, absolutely not causing any trouble, it is also one of the very distinct items.

So in the next few days, the warship slowly headed south on the water of Daze, Ning Que never left the cabin, and Xian Zhilang's ship invited him several times, but he gently but resolutely refused.

Xian Zhilang is not a simple person, so in the conversation that day, he so simply singled out his camp and ideas to Ning Que, and the more he is not simple, the more Ning Que does not want to have more communication with this person, because he does not want to participate in the major event of the succession to the throne of the Tang Dynasty.

On behalf of the academy's accession to the WTO, he is qualified to express his own views on the succession to the Tang Dynasty, but he has no opinion, and his only opinion is: The current emperor is a mess, so in the future, he will let whoever he wants to succeed to the throne.

As for whether the academy should play any role in it, whether it needs to gain some kind of benefit from it - the academy really doesn't need it - no matter who is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the future, he must maintain respect for the academy.

And Ning Que really doesn't care which prince can sit on that dragon chair in the future.

The disciples of the Master's lineage, on the second floor, naturally stood higher and saw farther than the people on the ground, completely ignoring the red dust that was gradually blown up by the wind.

The things that Ning Que cares about now have gradually gone beyond the scope of Hongchen and entered the realm of the world, becoming those things that are not known to the world, but will affect the entire world.

For example, the invasion of the underworld.

For example, the rumor that he is the son of Hades.

For example, Sangsang's illness.

It's autumn, and the autumn breeze that should be clear and slightly dry is steamed by the boundless waters of Daze, and there is a lot more moist taste, and it makes people feel fresh when they enter the window.

Ning Que watched the cursive-like lines on the rune paper slowly condense, and used his keen eyes to confirm that the black gold powder mixed in the rune ink was evenly distributed in these lines, put the pen in his hand on the inkstone, turned to look at the lake outside the window, and was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

The more he thought about the unknown, the more vigilant he became, always feeling that something was happening in the dark, and those things seemed to be related to him and the academy.

Because the three words in the underworld are too **, he once again thought of the legend of the invasion of the underworld.

The master and son did not find the passage of the Buddha's light to suppress the underworld in the Rotten Ke Temple, and he thought that it was even more impossible for him to find it, but what if he was really the son of the Hades?

Rumors about Ning Que's life experience have spread in the world, he doesn't know what those Buddhist masters who once wanted to kill him will do now, and he doesn't know what is waiting for him in the Rotten Ke Temple, as the lake gently swings closer and closer to the Rotten Ke Temple, he becomes more and more silent.

If he acted according to instinct, because of this vigilance or omen that was deepening in his heart, Ning Que might not hesitate to interrupt the journey with Sangsang and return to Chang'an as quickly as possible.

But he did not do this, on the contrary, he let the fleet pick up the pace.

Because Sangsang's condition suddenly recurred.

When he left Chang'an City, the cold on Sang Sang's body seemed to have been cured, and it was more like he had gone to the root of the disease all the way south to bask in the sun, and then after getting on the boat, Ning Que was surprised to feel that the pair of little feet in his arms every night were getting colder and colder.

What made him even more unsettling was that whether he was basking in the sun or practicing divine arts, it seemed that he could no longer effectively suppress the cold qi in Sangsang's body.

Sang Sang didn't feel the changes in her body, or felt it but worried Ning Que was worried, so she didn't say it, and it was still as usual every day.

Ning Que was worried that she was worried, so he didn't tell her, he began to pay attention to whether the wine bag he was carrying was full, and silently unbuttoned his clothes every night and put Sangsang's cold little feet in the warmest place for him, and then began to think about what his master said before leaving.

He only now understands why the master wants to take Sangsang to the Lanke Temple by himself, it seems that only those elders who live in seclusion in the Buddhist sect can cure Sangsang.

Because I understand, I don't understand,...... He couldn't understand why even the Xiling Temple or even the academy couldn't cure Sangsang's illness.

Is a disease that the Master can't cure still a disease?

If he couldn't figure it out, Ning Que didn't think about it anymore, anyway, no matter what the process of this matter was, the final result was already doomed - he had to cure Sangsang's illness, then he had to go to the Rotten Ke Temple to face the compassion or thunder of the Buddha, and maybe even face the moment when his identity as the son of the Hades was confirmed.

Walking in Daze, facing the lake breeze, the white stars on the water surface are dotted with sand gulls.

Under the double pressure of vigilance against the unknown and worry about Sangsang's body, Ning Que silently practiced his daily non-stop writing, meditation, and refining Haoran Qi.

Between the lake and the water, the threshold that was originally faint seemed to have become closer and clearer.

In the world, what people have to do often means some kind of opportunity for breakthrough.

For Ning Que, there are only a few things that have to be done in this world, such as Sangsang's safety.

At the beginning, on the shore of Daming Lake in the wasteland, because Longqing threatened him with Sangsang, he broke through the realm and entered the cave, and then shot Longqing, who knew his fate, into a waste with an arrow. Now on Autumn Daze, he once again encountered the opportunity to break through the realm and enter the fate, but this time, he didn't realize it.

As the saying goes, the country produces loyal ministers, and grief and anger produce poets.

Sangsang can let Ning Que leave the realm.

Deep in the mountains of Xiling, far away from Daze, Prince Longqing is also waiting for his own opportunity. He didn't know if or when that opportunity would come, but he believed that the fact that the Lord had saved himself from the state of the living dead on the shores of the South China Sea and sent himself to the practice of Knowing and Observing Meditation, which was regarded as a holy place by all practitioners in the world, was in itself a great opportunity for him.

Coming to Zhishouguan, let him see the possibility of becoming a strong man again, let him vaguely find an opportunity to succeed, and let him have a new blazing **, he thinks this is an opportunity, because these are what he thinks in his heart, and all the thoughts in his heart are Haotian's will.

It's just that there is always a distance between reality and ideals, just like when he was harvesting fish in the fishing port of the South China Sea, he saw the wooden boat board between the fishing boat and the wharf, as long as he walked up, it seemed that he could easily board the fishing boat, but in fact, the board was full of sticky and slippery fish scales and internal organs, which could easily slide off and fall into the sea.

Long Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knowing that his rib had been broken again, and looked at the terrifying old man on the snow couch in front of him, who was only half of his body left, was screaming and screaming, and seemed to be about to beat himself to death at any time, his eyes couldn't help but show pain and sadness.

How long will your career as a miscellaneous servant last?