The moonlight was as before, the wind was no more, the remnants of the snow were still there, the blood marks on the snow were clear and thrilling, and there was a dead silence in the judgment temple, and only occasionally the sound of the stone wall peeling off sounded.

The middle-aged Taoist walked to the terrace, Xiong Chumo and [***] Hai also walked over, and the three of them looked at the bottomless abyss under the railing, looked at the mist under the moonlight and the snow-covered old trees on the cliff, and were silent for a long time.

Then they each left, without talking or looking at each other - Ning Que jumped down, Haotian jumped down, Ye Hongyu also jumped down tonight, Ning Que and Haotian could live, she couldn't live.

Since death is the only ending, there is no need to care about it anymore.

It's just that the person is dead, the matter is not over yet, she is the Judgment Divine Seat, her death will cause a lot of incidents, the Daomen has a lot of things to deal with now, Xiong Chumo is going to start preparing to suppress the anger of the Ruling Temple, [***] Hai wants to help re-stabilize the situation in Momoyama, and the middle-aged Daoist wants to regain the will of the Daomen.

What's more important is that with tonight's battle, with the death of Ye Hongyu, the Daomen began to officially start to destroy Protestantism, and the war with the Tang Kingdom and the Academy will also officially begin.

The three of them left, damaged the temple of Yan zhòng, and returned to the loneliness of no one again, naturally, someone would be arranged to be under the cliff to confirm Ye Hongyu's death and find her body, but when she arrived, even if she could return to the temple of judgment, this temple of slaughter would no longer be able to welcome back her master.

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The night was deep, the moon was hidden behind the thick clouds, the streams crisscrossing the land, the stone bridges on the clear water, and the hardy wildflowers under the bridges were swallowed up by the night.

This year is very cold, the fields outside Yangzhou City are frozen a little solid, in the dead of night, a muffled sound, someone fell from the city, smashed heavily on the ground, smashed the frozen ground out of several cracks, the person's leg bones were suddenly broken, but in such pain, still did not make a sound.

Wang Jingluo's eyebrows were twisted extremely tightly, even if the night was deep, he couldn't hide the pale color on his face, and countless beads of sweat forced out of his body, instantly wetting his whole body.

He wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, and crawled forward on the ground with difficulty with his hands and feet, only to be slightly relieved when he got into a bush to make sure that he would not be lightly discovered.

At that moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded again in front of the wall, and he pulled out the bush and looked there, and saw a man lying on the ground, covered in blood, and obviously dead.

Hurried footsteps sounded above the walls, and then dozens of torches were lit, and in an instant, the darkness of the night was emptied, and the top of the city was illuminated as if it were day.

The man lying motionless on the ground was also clearly illuminated by the torch, his face was covered with blood, but he could barely see his facial features clearly-Wang Jingluo's body shook slightly, and his hand holding the branch trembled slightly, and his face became even paler, because he knew the man, to be precise, he knew the man very well.

In the past few years, Wang Jingluo, on behalf of the imperial court, has secretly contacted those young people who cherish the old Tang Dynasty in Yangzhou City, and has made a lot of progress, and the young man who died at this time is one of them.

The head of Yangzhou City became noisy, there was a shout of killing, there was the sound of weapons colliding, Wang Jing looked up with difficulty, knowing that on the city wall, those young people who were loyal to Chang'an were being chased and killed by the strong men of the temple, his fists were clenched tighter and tighter, but he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't help despairing.

Someone else fell, slamming heavily on the frozen field, smashing out the dirt and splashing blood, and then more and more figures fell, and kept dying.

His pale face was full of despair and pain, his eyes were full of regret, he regretted that he had not found out that his plan had all been in the hands of the temple, and he regretted that he had not anticipated the temple's sudden attack.

He regretted letting these young men die.

These people who died tonight were his helpers in the lords, and they were all young people from Qinghe County, in Ning Que's words, they were real hopes, but they were just ...... No matter how hard the young man's bones are, they will still be broken after all.

Wang Jingluo's eyes turned red, his lips were bitten, and he began to bleed.

He stared at the temple cavalry at the head of Yangzhou City, looking at the figures illuminated by those torches, his body trembled in pain, like a wounded lost dog, but he didn't dare to mourn.

He turned around and crawled on the ground like a dog, crawling towards the deepest part of the night, crawling and bleeding as he went, he had to leave Qinghe County alive, he wanted to tell the Tang army on the other side of Qingxia what happened tonight, and tell him that Ning Que had failed, and that the plan of the academy had failed, and that the war had begun.

Ning Que didn't expect it, and he didn't expect that the Xiling Temple would suddenly make a move under such circumstances. Their careers, the young people of Cheongha-gun, have suffered unimaginable losses.

However, I will be back.

On the day I return, the iron hooves will crush this difficult and cold field, the torches will be planted in the manor on the banks of the Fuchun River, and the heroic souls of the dead young people will be paid the greatest sacrifice.

Wang Jingluo crawled towards the dark night, turning his back on the torch brilliance in Yangzhou City.

Suddenly snow fell and fell on the dead young men.

It also fell on him like a dog.

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The straightest long street in Yangzhou City is brightly lit by lights.

The priest moved slowly in the middle of the street, and a dozen maids on the side of the chariot kept sprinkling flower petals into the night sky, and those petals mixed with the newly fallen snow, and then fell together, holy and pure.

The snow wind was slight, lifting the veil in front of the chariot, revealing the still childish face of Yokoki Liren.

On both sides of the long street, thousands of people in Yangzhou knelt on the ground, and at the front, the lords of the lords of Qinghe County also knelt on their knees, and no one dared to look directly at his face.

Tonight's Yangzhou City, where there are hunts and killings everywhere, dead people everywhere, blood poured into the cracks of the bluestone slabs, and flows into the clear Fuchun River, which is the bloodiest night since the rebellion a few years ago.

The young people who were loyal to Chang'an City died a lot tonight, and as for those who were not discovered by the temple, they must have been silent a lot after seeing such a bloody picture.

Hengmu Liren only made one move tonight, and more than ten strong men from the Tang Kingdom Tianshu Department all died, his hands were stained with blood, and his will made the blood smear Qinghe County.

His expression was still so calm, innocent and gratifying.

He is not the Great Priest of Xiling, but he has no less authority and majesty than the Great Priest of Xiling.

He is a gift left by Haotian to the world, he regards himself as the spokesman of Haotian, he sits on the god chariot, walks slowly in the scattered flowers and snow, and enjoys the awe and love of mortals.

He loved it.

The war with the Tang State has finally begun, can that person named Ning Que still sit in Chang'an City?

Ning Que, when are you coming out?

When are you coming to see me?

Please come and fight me.

Please come and be killed by me.

The firelight shines the night snow like white powder, and it looks like spring catkins.

Hengmu Liren's gaze penetrated the wind and snow, swept across the Qingxia, and landed in Chang'an City, smiling and thinking.

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The Central Plains is full of snow, whether it is Taoshan or Yangzhou City, are wrapped in thin or thick snow, and later the Song Kingdom will also fall a snow, that snow will be famous in the annals of history, and before that, the grassland that was originally windy and snowy, but suddenly the snow stopped, the clouds dispersed and the snow disappeared, revealing the bright moon.

In the north of Weicheng, thousands of tents are being dismantled, countless livestock are being driven away, the warriors of the Golden Horde are saddleing their mounts, and tens of thousands of elite cavalry are about to set off.

As the most powerful force in the north of the continent, the nobles of the Golden Horde had enough qualifications to be proud of their successive victories in the wars with the Tang Kingdom in the past few years, but this time the situation was different.

Tonight, the Golden Horde is about to move south as a whole.

Moving south is an invasion of the south.

This means that the final decisive battle is about to begin, and it means that the proudest warrior of the Golden Horde, who will live and die with the Tang Kingdom, which has ruled the world for thousands of years, is also beginning to get nervous.

The first to leave Weicheng and go south was a very ordinary-looking convoy, the convoy consisted of more than a dozen large cars, there were not many people, and there was no baggage, so it was easy to go.

For the Golden Horde, this was the most important convoy.

The thirteen high priests of the steppe sat in their carriages, and the skull necklace hanging from their chests was as white as pure jade in the moonlight shining through the window.

What hung on the chest of the national teacher was an ordinary string of wooden beads, just like the ordinary clothes on his body, just like his ordinary face, he looked at the bright moon outside the window and smiled calmly, not knowing what to think.

For the Central Plains cultivation world, he is a barbarian outside the world, even if he leads the Golden Horde Court to the arms of Haotian, he and those priests are still outside the orthodox cultivation world.

But this does not affect his strength, nor does it affect his affection.

He longs for that bright moon, he really wants to go to the south, to experience what the Central Plains people think, he wants to go to Chang'an City, he wants to go to the academy, of course, if he goes, he naturally doesn't want to come back.

The young Ah Da was also looking at the moon, the air that had been washed by the wind and snow for several days was exceptionally clean, and the grassland in the middle of the night was exceptionally quiet, so the moon appeared extraordinarily round and extraordinarily large.

Unlike the national teacher, Ah Da didn't have much thought, he just felt that the moon was a little dazzling, he squinted, and his childish face was full of irritability.

The Golden Horde Court is mobilized, more than 100,000 iron horsemen are about to go south, Shan Yu's determination is very great, and his movements are very fast, but Ah Da is still a little dissatisfied, he is in a hurry to go south.

He wants to kill the Tang general named Hua Ying, he wants to crush the last cavalry of the Tang army, and from Xiangwanyuan to Hebei County, where there are water and grass, will become the territory he has explored.

In the process, he will wait with the people in the convoy for the arrival of the iron arrow, waiting for the arrival of the curtain, he will break the arrow and kill the man.

Why? Because he wanted to do this, he wanted to take revenge on the Tang man named Ning Que, he wanted to defeat the legendary academy, he thought, since he thought so, then this should be the will of the Immortal Heaven.

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The capital of the Song Kingdom, it has not yet snowed at this time.

The confrontation in the square had been going on for a long time, and thousands of Protestant believers, Daomen priests and Song cavalrymen of similar numbers, looked at each other nervously, exhausted.

A torch was lit on the high platform, illuminating this corner, Ye Su sat behind the case, looking at the moral truth analysis on the case and thinking quietly, Chen Pipi knelt beside him, silent.

Tang Xiaotang and more than a dozen Sword Pavilion disciples stood in front of the high platform, and they were also silent.

In the face of the attack of the temple, they didn't know how long they could last, let alone leave, so they had to wait.

The face of the South China Sea girl Xiaoyu was a little ugly, because she represented the attitude of the Dao Gate at this time, but at the most critical moment of the day, the bell rang in the Dao Temple, and she could only stop and wait.

Why wait? Could it be that Haotian would still give tolerance to these apostate thieves? Could it be that Ning Que could really convince the Guan Master to let Ye Su and the Protestant followers go? What are you waiting for?

No one knows what awaits them.

Wait for the order to kill, or peace to come.

Those who knew about the peace talks at the Xiling Temple also felt that this kind of wait was too long.

Only Longqing knew what the Xiling Temple was waiting for.

It is not waiting for the viewer to be persuaded or unable to be persuaded by Ning Que, it is not waiting for the final result of the peace talks, it is not waiting for Haotian's edict, but waiting for a person's death.

Or rather, the news of death.

The news of Ye Hongyu's death, her death, was the beginning of this war.

If the young ruling archpriest does not die, the Dao Sect will not be able to do anything to Ye Su.

Long Qing knew, but he didn't care, because he knew that it was inevitable, whether it was tonight or tomorrow morning, her death would always come to the scene.

So he still chopped the firewood very carefully as he did during the day, picked the firewood branches, and then piled them in the middle of the yard, piling them very carefully, as if he was making a delicate handicraft.

Across a courtyard wall, thousands of people were confronting each other outside the wall, and he was piling firewood on this side of the wall.

Because he had plenty of time, he chopped a lot of firewood, and now he even had the luxury of piling all the firewood wet with snow to the bottom, and only the thin, dry, flammable, perfectly shaped firewood on top of the pile.

The dry firewood pile has been piled up to a radius of several zhang, densely packed, much like the tomb of a king.

It could also be the grave of a saint.

At the top of the dry firewood pile, there is a wooden stake, two horizontal and vertical, like a person, but also like a cross.

A length of rope hangs from the stake.

Ropes and stakes were used to tie people, and those firewood were used to burn people.

Time passed slowly, the night faded away, the sky was white, and at the other end of the courtyard wall, the sound of Protestant believers' chantings, neat scriptures, could drive away fatigue and, more importantly, fear.

Longqing listened to the neat chanting outside the wall, and gently followed the chant, the tone was very interesting, as if he was singing.

His action of selecting dry firewood did not stop, his expression was very serious, and his feelings were very calm.

The silver mask was tied around his waist, he didn't wear it, the scar on his face didn't fade, and strangely, the scar was no longer so terrifying and ugly, and his gray eyes looked particularly charming on his beautiful face.

Listening to the chanting sound coming from outside the wall, slowly repeating, resting fine wood on the pyre, Longqing repeated these actions in the brighter and brighter skylight, and then suddenly stopped.

"We ourselves are the way, the truth, and the life. ”

He raised his head, looked beyond the courtyard wall, and fell to the east, not knowing whether it was the beginning or some other building, and muttered a thoughtful look on his face.

This city is the capital of the Song Kingdom, and it is not famous on the mainland, and it cannot be compared with Linkang, let alone Chang'an, but this city, for Daomen, is of far-reaching significance.

There is the oldest Taoist temple on the mainland, there is the longest history, here has been dedicated to the Xiling Temple many great priests, the people in the Zhishou Temple, and there is an inseparable relationship with here.

Chen, the viewer, is also here.

The Song Kingdom, one of the sources of Taoism, is the most conservative.

Ye Su chose to spread Protestantism here, using this place as the base camp of Protestantism, thinking that it was also based on this consideration, he wanted to move forward in the most dangerous place, and he wanted to see the sky in the abyss.

Just as he was thinking, a bell suddenly sounded in the distance.

The place where the bell rings should be the Taoist hall of the Song Kingdom.

Long Qing's expression was slightly condensed.

When he saw the white smoke rising from the temple, he confirmed that the news had finally arrived.

The solemn sound of the bell, a white smoke that rises straight up the clouds, represents only one thing.

There is a great priest in the Xiling Temple who left the world and returned to the Haotian Divine Kingdom.

Ye Hongyu died.

The youngest adjudicator in history died.

Long Qing stood behind the courtyard wall, watching the white smoke gradually dissipate into the sky, thinking of the dead woman, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and was silent for a long time.

He and her were born in the Heavenly Oracle Academy, and worked together in the Adjudication Division, he was the second division, she was the great division, he was the Xiling Divine Son, she was a peerless idiot, and he was never as good as her.

When he chose to betray the Dao Sect for the sake of power and became the lonely ghost, she had already sat on the Moyu Divine Seat, the Moyu Divine Throne that he had never forgotten.

In front of Ye Hongyu, he was always a loser, just like in front of Ning Que.

When he was at his most beautiful, subconsciously, he was still a little ashamed of himself in front of Ye Hongyu, and even some instinctive fear, so in the illusion of mountaineering in the academy, he would stab Lu Chenjia to death with a sword in front of her, and he would regard her and Ye Su as the biggest demons in his cultivation.

Today, she finally died, and Long Qing's heart did not have the slightest joy, but was a little empty, or maybe it was because she did not die at his hands.

He can no longer make up for this regret, which is a pity.

Fortunately, Ye Su is still alive and has a chance to be burned by his own hands.

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The solemn sound of the bell reached the ears of thousands of Protestant believers and priests and deacons from the temple to wash away their fatigue and nervousness, and draw their eyes to the temple.

There was a white smoke rising from it, and it was holy.

There was a dead silence, as a devout and once devout believer of Haotian, people knew what it meant, whether it was a Protestant believer, or a priest and deacon of the temple, or a cavalryman of the Song court, they were all silent because of the wisp of white smoke, and they could not resolve the shock in their hearts for a long time.

If it were another moment, people would have knelt down in front of that white smoke to express their sorrow and remembrance, but now, this white smoke is more of a signal, a signal to go to war.

Xiao Yu raised the Dao sword in his hand and pointed at the people on the high platform.

Behind her, dozens of Daomen powerhouses, as well as more priests and deacons, slowly walked forward, and more and more Song cavalry poured out of the streets and alleys around the square.

The butcher's knives had been raised, and the isolated Protestants, huddled in fear, retreated to the rear, the threat of death, waking them up from the shock of the white smoke.

Ye Su sat behind the desk, his right hand fell on the scroll, looking sideways at the white smoke that had not yet dispersed, he was silent for a long time, and the approaching enemy and the nearby death could not make his gaze deviate.

His sister died because he died.

In the past ten years, he has been very strict with her, even cold, because of Chen Pipi, because of those things back then, but she treated him the same as when she was a child.

She was the best person in the world for him.

The man, went.

Ye Su was silent and speechless.

"Let's go. I don't know how long later, he said, "If the teacher wants me to die, I will die, and it will be good if you live." ”

Yes, it is better to be alive than dead.

Looking at the white smoke, he thought sadly.