People are dying, the morning has not come, and the night is still cold.

The snow lake is extremely bright, Haotian Shenhui continues to burn in the residual snow on the ice surface and the lake water, releasing clouds of water vapor, and the sound of gradual boiling can be faintly heard, like a morning hot spring in the fog.

Xia Hou was covered in blood, his scattered white hair was glued into a willow-like shape by blood, he looked at Ning Que, his dim eyes were full of deep puzzlement, and he whispered hoarsely: "You were only four years old at the time...... Hate this ...... Something is not easy for a four-year-old to remember, do you really hate me that much?"

The cold wind blew on his face, and the smile on Ning Que's face gradually disappeared, and he said a few words.

"When I was a child, the four years in Chang'an City were the happiest times in my previous life and in this life, at that time I didn't have to think about anything, I didn't have to learn anything, I just needed to enjoy the pampering of my parents, play with my playmates, and secretly read the general's books, but unfortunately those times were ruined by you. ”

"I've lived a pretty good life in the eyes of others over the years, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to work hard every day to live, so of course I hate you"

"No matter what I do all these years, it is impossible for the housekeeper and young master who I killed in the firewood room back then to be resurrected, the dead in the general's mansion cannot be resurrected, my parents cannot be resurrected, and it is impossible for me to come back to my best days...... Then no one or anything can stop me from killing you, I want them to know that it is cost-effective for me to swing that knife, and I want you to know that I am avenging my parents, my father's name is Lin Tao, and my mother's name is Li Sanniang. ”

Xia Hou lowered his head and looked at the knife edge between his chest and abdomen, and suddenly asked, "How does it feel to have a great revenge?"

Ning Que said: "It feels good. ”

Xia Hou raised his head and said with a slight feeling: "What kind of feeling is that?"

"I can't say what it's like, but it's just very relaxed, and I always feel that after you die, the world will be different, and I'm no longer the same person I used to be in the past fifteen years. ”

Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "I understand why I feel relaxed. Because after you die, I can have more time to write books and earn money, instead of having to write a lot of boring talismans every night; After you die, I can often go to Red Sleeves to listen to small songs, instead of listening to my brother's music in the mountains behind the academy. ”

"After you die, I will still practice, but no longer just to make myself stronger, as I have done in the past years, but simply to enjoy and hobby or to satisfy my desire to seek the Tao; After you die, I don't have to always stare at your back like in the past, waiting to fight you in Weicheng or Chang'an, I can go to the Great River of the Southern Jin Dynasty, go to the Temple of the East China Sea, and see this world and the people living in this world. ”

He looked at Xia Hou and said very seriously: "After you die, I don't have to think about killing you anymore so that I can be truly free and do what I want to do." ”

Xia Hou laughed, his laughter was very sad, and his expression was very weird.

"Freedom, ......"

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que's eyes full of pity and mockery, and said, "As a disciple of the righteous path, you have already fallen into the demons, so if I betrayed the Demon Sect back then...... You have already walked my old path, and you are destined to struggle to survive in the gap between light and darkness, where you can be truly free, and naturally there is no happiness. ”

Ning Que used the Pu Dao as a crutch, supported his weak body, stood up with difficulty, looked at Xiahou and said, "The academy is not Mingzong, and I am not you." ”

People who don't have an in-depth understanding of the academy can't understand the academy, especially the master's true attitude towards the Demon Sect, and Ning Que has never worried about becoming the male protagonist in the story.

"The academy is indeed not a Ming sect, with the mind of the master, where would you care about what your disciples practice, but you are indeed not me, you don't ...... at all It's not human. ”

The light in Xia Hou's pupils was already dim like a firefly that would be cold to death by the cold wind at any time, but at this time, it became bright and said sharply: "You are the son of the Hades King!"

Fifteen years ago, the Bright Divine Throne believed that the son of the Hades King was born in the Xiling Temple of the Xuanwei General's Mansion and instructed Xiahou to cleanse it, so there were so many stories and tonight's bloody battle.

When Xia Hou was dying, he thought back to the doubts in the battle tonight, and the dead predecessors who did not show up but were not present at the scene, became more and more convinced of this judgment.

He looked at Ning Que and laughed weirdly, and cursed viciously: "Haotian is above, you, the son of the Hades King, will one day be burned to ashes by Haotian Shenhui like me." ”

"I am the son of Hades, which probably makes you more accepting of the fact that you died at my hands...... Unfortunately, I don't have anything to do with Hades. ”

Ning Que said: "And each of us will die eventually, and we will all be burned to ashes by Haotian Shenhui, so your curse has no meaning to me."

"You're really not the son of Hades?"

Xiahou muttered: "You are not the son of the Hades, how can you escape from Chang'an City so young? If you are not the son of the Hades, how can you cross the border to defeat me, how can I die today?"

His cheeks were like a withered willow tree split by thunder and lightning, wrinkled to the extreme, full of incomprehensible and unwilling feelings, if Ning Que was not the son of the Hades, how could he have such great luck, such an incredible opportunity, to be able to cross the border to challenge and kill the powerful self?

Unbelievable, General Xiahou, who has been tyrannical and tyrannical for decades, looked like an old man who was spitting at the entrance of the village looking for the thief who kicked open the widow's door last night before he died.

Then he raised his head, looked at Ning Que, and said bitterly, "I don't want to die." ”

Ning Que said: "I want you to die." ”

No one wants to die.

Most human beings die unnaturally because there are other people in the world who want them to die very much.

Xiahou didn't want to die, he wanted to live and continue to have glory and power.

Ning Que wanted him to die very much, he wanted to dig out his heart and lungs, he tried his best to think about it, his liver and intestines were broken, and he lived like fifteen years.

So Xiahou died.

Xiahou's still burly body fell straight back, expelling the mist-like hot vapor around him, and fell into the lake with a bang, splashing countless splashes.

The top layer of the cold lake water has been burned to boiling by Haotian Shenhui, and it keeps gurgling and tumbling, looking like a hot spring in the Yanjing Valley, and like a big pot of clear soup.

Xia Hou's body floated in the boiling water, his eyes were wide open, and a trace of doubt and unwillingness could be seen on his blood-stained face, and the skin on his thin cheeks gradually became strangely ripe red.

Many years ago, in the military camp at the foot of Minshan Mountain, Murong Linshuang, the former saint of the Demon Sect, danced a heavenly demon dance, the world was shocked, the strong people of the Xiling Temple gathered, and the sword light in the mountains and rivers was horizontal, Xiahou did not hesitate, he killed her with his own hands, and resolutely betrayed the Demon Sect to join the Haotian Dao Gate.

That was the most important turning point in Xiahou's life, but probably he couldn't have imagined that when he died, he would also be cooked in boiling water, just like the woman back then.

If there really is a way of heaven, then this is the so-called cycle.

Seeing Xiahou's corpse undulating in the churning and restless lake, Ning Que suddenly said: "Who said that haggis must be eaten on the winter solstice?

This is the autumn, he said a sentence to Ye Hongyu by the haggis pot, Ye Hongyu understood the previous sentence, but he never understood what the latter sentence meant.

Today is the winter solstice, and it is the time to eat haggis soup - the snow lake is full of warm and humid water vapor at this time, standing on the surface of the lake is like standing next to the haggis pot, and it is like a steam bath room in the courtyard of the red sleeve - the first person Ning Que killed with revenge: Yushi Zhang Yiqi died there.

Ning Que felt very warm, calm, and relaxed at this time, as if the pores of the steaming room were all dilated, and then he ate a large pot of haggis with coriander bean curd sauce.

"Who said that the son of the porter can't take revenge? Who said that Dong Xuan can't cross the border and kill his fate?"

He turned around and walked towards the south bank of Yanming Lake, occasionally raising his arm to wipe his face, not knowing whether to wipe the dust or tears off his face, his face, especially the corners of his eyes, became very red.

Sang Sang had already descended the cliff and came to the snow lake, his thin body was already extremely weak at this time, and he had to hold a big black umbrella and drag a heavy arrow box, which seemed more and more difficult.

Looking at the figure in the snow in front of them, the two of them quickened their pace at the same time, and when they met, they looked at each other's familiar faces, and they didn't know what to say with mixed feelings.

So he didn't say anything, Ning Que took Sang Sang into his arms, he hugged him very hard, and the faces of the two people were a little deformed, with tears, and they looked a little funny.

Ning Que's face was a little red, a little hot, Sang Sang's face was very pale and cold, the faces of the two people were close together, they were comfortable with each other, and then calm.

On the side of the bridge on the west bank of the lake, Chen Pipi let go of the hand he had been clenching, and gently patted the railing, and a blood mark appeared on the railing.

Tang Xiaotang glanced at the fluttering cyan coat on the other side of the bridge, took Chen Pipi's hand, walked out of the trestle, and walked towards the two hugging each other on the snow lake.

Ye Hongyu stood on the wooden bridge, looking in the direction of the snow lake, without any emotion on her face, and then she closed her eyes, her beautiful thin eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

In the snow hall of the palace, the queen mother stood at the threshold with a blank face.

Her gentle face was already covered with tears, and the emperor gently hugged her from behind, wanting to give her some comfort, and the tears in her eyes flowed more and more, wanting to break free of his embrace.

His Majesty the Emperor hugged him very tightly and hard, and the Empress struggled angrily, but she could not break free after all, which was naturally not due to her excessive grief and lack of strength—she turned back into her husband's warm embrace, and wept silently, and the front of her dragon robe was wet for a while.

Under the snow pavilion outside the hall, the national teacher Li Qingshan looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the south with a complicated expression, and Master Huang Yang withdrew his palm that fell on the ancient bell, and the bell gradually stopped.

The whole city of Chang'an was quiet.

The whole world was silent.

In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, the cicadas suddenly sounded again, the sound was terrible, but it was full of joy and joy.

(To be continued)