Nothing in the world can be kept secret forever, but it often spreads more quickly because of the addition of the word secret. As Ning Que expected, Chang'an City had received information about the Bright Festival even before him, and knew that Chen Pipi was going to be burned to death.

The Guangming Festival has not been held for many years, and there are as many books as Hanhai in the cave, and there are still very few relevant records that can be found, so people can't understand why the Xiling Temple wants to use Chen Pipi as a sacrifice, but they are very clear about the sinister intentions hidden in this matter - Daomen is using Chen Pipi's life to force the academy to leave Chang'an, and the biggest target is of course Ning Que.

The rare materials from the Tang Dynasty are still being sent to the palace, and the heavy black carriage has always stopped in the palace, and all the news proves that Ning Que is still in the palace, presiding over the repair of the Shocking Array with his senior brother, can he watch Chen Pipi die?

Of course, the people in the mountains behind the academy knew where Ning Que went, but the two places were far apart, they didn't know what decision Ning Que would make, and it was impossible to wait all the time, before Ning Que's letter arrived in Chang'an, there were people in the back mountains who made their own decisions without even thinking about it.

The senior brother looked at the still innocent and lovely girl in front of the hall, at the pair of very old little leather boots on her feet, at the blood-colored giant knife in her hand that was more like an iron rod, and after thinking about it, he said: "Your teacher is not in Chang'an, I can't restrain you, but I think you have to understand what this decision means." ”

Yu Curtain quietly left the academy, not many people knew where she went, Tang Xiaotang knew. She understood that she couldn't wait for her teacher or brother to come, and said respectfully but firmly: "Master, I understand what you mean, but if you don't go and see, it's hard to feel at ease. ”

There are a lot of small stones in her boots, and there is a lot of dust on her clothes, for half a year. She has been chiseling wide stone steps on the cliff behind the academy, whether the teacher is present or not, she has been squatting on the steep stone steps, sweating, tirelessly fighting with the iron rod in her hand and the hard rock.

Thinking that back then, in the wasteland and snow cliffs, the strength difference between her and Ye Hongyu was similar, and now Ye Hongyu is already a great cultivator at the peak of knowing her fate, but she seems to be still at the level of the year. The reason why this is so is not because she lacks talent, but because the cultivation of the Demon Sect and the cultivation of the Dao Sect are inherently very different.

Yu Curtain made her keep jumping waterfalls and keep enduring hardships, this is the homework assigned by the teacher to the students, and it is also the polishing of the Demon Sect Master to the younger generation, and the diligent study and grinding that can be called cruel over the years. Let the spirit of this Demon Sect girl be tamped to an unimaginable level, but her realm still has not undergone a qualitative change, because she still needs an opportunity to release her accumulation.

Tang Xiaotang thinks that now is the wedge of his realm ascension - she is going to Taoshan, she wants to see Chen Pipi, she will definitely face countless sinister battles - for the cultivation of the Demon Sect, fighting is the only way to improve strength, and only truly tragic battles can cultivate truly powerful powerhouses.

She is the girl who wants to be the most powerful woman in the world, so she is never afraid of fighting. It's just that when she resigned to the academy, she didn't seem to think about it. Even if she becomes as powerful as Ye Hongyu now, it is impossible for her to go straight to Taoshan to rescue Chen Pipi, even if she can find the true meaning of the strong in the battle, it will not be the shocking gaze of the cultivation world that greets her next, but only a cold death.

It doesn't matter, as she said before, what she seeks is peace of mind, what she seeks is to fight, if she doesn't dare to fight. So how can you have peace of mind?

The elder brother looked at her. It's like seeing the third junior sister who followed the teacher to the academy many years ago and loves to wear a green dress and has a pair of calm and terrifyingly mature eyes......

"If you encounter something, listen to your little uncle. He instructed.

"If Uncle Xiao makes sense. I'll listen to him. Tang Xiaotang said.

She put away the iron rod, dusted off her body, kicked off the gravel from her boots, and left Chang'an City like this, heading for the distant Xiling Divine Kingdom and the stupid fat man.

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There was a wind on the sea, and then a wave rose. The turquoise sea was constantly stirring, and it seemed extremely uneasy, so there were many restless clouds in the blue sky that reflected the color of the sea.

A wooden boat with a black body bursts out of the waves from the depths of the sea. None of the fishermen on the shore and the coolies on the dock could see clearly where the black ship was, and they couldn't help but have an unusually strong feeling, as if the black ship had suddenly jumped out of the sea from the underworld.

The black boat slowly approached, and the women who were selling water and food kept shouting—strange feelings were not as important as survival after all—but there was no response from the boat, and after a while, more than a dozen people came down from the black boat, all carrying water and food in their hands, and began to distribute them to the poor people on the shore.

These men and women, old and young, have in common the dark complexion of their faces, with the usual wide-brimmed hats, no different from the fishermen of the South China Sea, but what is particularly striking or glaring is that they are all wearing red robes!

The people on the shore were not mistaken, the style of those robes was a little old, and the fabrics looked a little old, but those emblems that no one dared to forge were absolutely true, and compared with the robes of ordinary Xiling Temple, the only difference was probably the black ribbon wrapped around the waists of these people.

The class gap between the priests and deacons in the Xiling Temple is very strict, and the red-clothed priest is a very important figure, especially in the secular country, the status is extremely noble, and often a small country will have a red-clothed priest in charge, and the big river country to which the town belongs has only three red-clothed priests. And the dozen or so fisherman-like men and women who came on the boat were all wearing real red god robes, could it be said that they were all red-clothed priests? How could there be so many big names in the remote South China Sea? It was hard for the people in the small town to believe, and what made them even more unbelievable was that these red-clothed priests actually condescended to distributes food to the poor with their own hands!

When did the priest in the temple ever do such a thing?

The news of the appearance of more than a dozen red-clothed priests in the small town of the South China Sea soon spread throughout the Great River Country. When the Great River Monarch and the representatives of the Ink Pond Court arrived at the beach day and night, they found that the red-clad priests had long since left, and no one knew where they had gone.

These red-clad priests, who looked like fishermen, began to walk north in silence after landing on the shore. They deliberately chose remote paths to walk, sometimes directly through the mountains and forests, as if they were worried about harassing ordinary people.

They stayed overnight by the stream, eating with the small salted fish they had with them, and even if they wanted to ask the people for rice, they would pay for it. , even if you meet the most devout Haotian believers on the road, they will not accept the gold and silver offered by the other party.

Although they wore divine robes, they did not bear any resemblance to the arrogant priests of the Xiling Temple, but were more like those ascetic monks in the Moon Wheel Kingdom, clinging to their pride in their silent walking.

One day, these people came to the shore of Shaoming Lake, not far from Mochi Garden, to rest for a while. A young girl raised her head and looked at the beautiful Mogan Mountain. said: "This is the legendary Ink Pond Garden?"

Probably because of the perennial fishing in the South China Sea and being exposed to the wind and sun, these people wearing red robes have very dark complexions and some rough complexions, and this girl is very young and has a relatively light complexion. It should also be smoother, and the eyebrows are as thick and straight as a knife, revealing a healthy and strong taste,

A tall, thin middle-aged man said, "Not bad. ”

The girl looked at the looming pavilion in the Mogan Mountains and said, "When I was a child, I heard my uncle-in-law say that there is a very great rune master here, and I heard a few days ago that his female disciple has also become a rune master, so it seems to be a good sect, should we destroy the ink pond garden by the way?"

The Divine Rune Master is an extremely powerful being in the cultivation world. Even the status in the Xiling Temple is extremely high, and it is not easy to defeat a rune master, not to mention that there is a book saint in the ink pond garden, and now there is also Moshan Mountain, the girl looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, and actually said that she wants to destroy the ink pond garden by the way!

Even if she has been practicing since her mother's womb and has been able to first recognize and perceive before she is born, there is no reason to dare to make such bold statements, and what is even more incredible is that. When she said that she was going to destroy the ink pond garden by the way. The expression was so normal and natural, as if he was just saying who should sleep in which tent tonight!

If other cultivators hear the words of the fisherman's girl. Or shocked speechless, more likely to be shameless ridicule, but the people by the lake did not show any strange expressions, as if they were going to destroy the ink pond garden is a matter of course, and a few people even looked at the girl with a doting look, as if as long as she wanted, then she would go to the ink pond garden immediately.

The tall and thin middle-aged man looked at the fisherman girl and shook his head, and said, "Xiaoyu, don't mess around, it's important now, let's go back to Taoshan first." ”

Hearing the word Hui Taoshan, the expression on the young man's dark face became joyful and proud, and even the most silent old man smiled.

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The Light Festival is the most solemn sacrificial ceremony in the Xiling Temple, the grandest festival in the Haotian world, the last Light Festival has been far away from people's memory, and now the Light Festival has undoubtedly attracted the attention of all believers, and will also usher in the most honorable guests in the world.

Sacrifices from various countries were sent into the Xiling Divine Kingdom in a steady stream, and although those rare treasures were not qualified to be the main sacrifices of the Light Sacrifice, they were very sufficient to satisfy the temple.

Some of the most devout Haotian believers, after hearing the news of the Light Festival, came to the Xiling Divine Kingdom, and have been worshipping the mountain since spring, in addition to these people, the red sleeves from Chang'an and some other music and dance lines, are the earliest people who participated in the Light Festival, they were arranged by the temple in a garden, in addition to practicing dance every day, they are training in etiquette, and the most important thing is that their singing and dancing must be reviewed repeatedly.

A letter from Chang'an City was sent into the garden, and then into the sweet potato shop in the town, and was brought back to the Book Hall of the Heavenly Oracle by Ning Que. After reading this handwritten letter from the senior brother, he didn't do anything, and he no longer went to the cliff to see Chen Pipi, just like everyone else in the world quietly waited for the arrival of the Light Festival.

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