The incident was a sensation.

In the end, many of the monks involved in the danger, not to mention the disciples of some famous sects, have a three-point background, which involves a wide range of aspects.

Soon after, the Yuanying Monk set up a plot to blow himself up, and the truth about the destruction of the secret place was dug up.

As a result, a good show was dug up - the Xiuzhen Realm version of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing Chronicle.

And the last protagonist of this scene to survive, after being found out, was angered by various forces and killed on the spot.

Because of the name of "Ancient Monk" in this secret place, when Ning Wuxin investigated, he took a second look, but because the entrance to this secret place had been destroyed at that time, and the trace was completely cut off, he only glanced at the general location and some links, and then put it down temporarily.

To say that Ning Wuxin chose to set up a situation in his last life and finally blew himself up, at the beginning of his thoughts, it may not be because of a trace of inspiration given by this matter.

At this time, when it comes to this matter again, there is an inexplicable sense of weird "intimacy", and Ning has no intention of recalling the rumors, and through the clues left behind, he feels more and more that it must not be simple - especially the matter of killing the last protagonist on the spot.

There is something to cover up.

At that time, no one knew whether there was a follow-up to this secret place.

After all, the entrance is ruined.

Of course, Ning Wuxin didn't put all her hopes on this secret place, and in addition, she added two more.

Only these other two places, relatively speaking, the possibility of hiding the original inheritance of the Heavenly Rank Dao Sutra is much lower.

Ning Wuxin naturally knew that this choice was much more stupid than accepting a gift from the owner of the town.

However, there will be gains and losses, and there will be gains and gains, she has chewed these words repeatedly for too long.

Fighting the skin of the tiger is not a long-term solution after all.

In this life, for her, there is nothing more attractive than freedom, chic, and unrestrained recourse to the avenue.

As for the development of potential, she tried her best to do it to the extreme, if not, she had a lot of spiritual news on hand that could improve and increase the root bones.

In this life, it may not be.

Suddenly, her heart was soaked with a little clarity, and her dignified mind suddenly became a lot clearer and more relaxed.

The Great Demon Xiuning has no intention, how can he be restrained by these trivial things? It's too unusual, right?

The girl sneered silently.

After confirming the other path to take in the future, Ning Wuxin didn't need to bother to make a choice, and fought wits and courage with the old fox, and suddenly felt comfortable. In addition, leaving the town is on the agenda.

Due to the tension of her mind, Ning Wuxin didn't close her eyes for three days, which was undoubtedly not comfortable for her, a half-grown child, if it weren't for the two days, the "tea" was constant, and there was always a breath of hanging, Ning Wuxin's mortal body would have been unable to bear it for a long time.

At the moment when the road ahead was clear, Ning Wuxin did not go to Old Man Fu for the first time, but leaned on the bookshelf and fell asleep.

The sound of breathing was so soft, so light that it was an hour or two later when the young man who was sitting in the other corner of the bookstore annoying the scrolls realized it.

Through the dim glimmer of light that broke into the bookstore, it was not the first time that the boy had peeked at the girl.

If you don't pay attention to the messy long hair that is slightly covered, and turn up the fleshy right eye, Mu Changsheng will definitely praise it for being extremely good-looking.

In fact, even if this "ghost look", within these three days, the young man still couldn't help but peep again and again, he couldn't tell the feeling for the time being, and often looked at it, it was a long time, as little as a cup of tea, as much as three or five lights, and it was often his master's old cigarette stick against his forehead and knocked hard, he woke up, and today, it seems a little unusual, the girl fell asleep.

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Night.

The town was in smoke.

At the edge of the bluestone alley in the west of the town, in the house of a Shangshuyuan house, there was a gentle woman who also hadn't closed her eyes for three days.

During the day, he told his half-grown children the truth about the town, the Yuan family, outside the town, his father and sister, and at night, he sewed clothes for the children who were about to travel far away with a slight candle flame, where there was time and mind to sleep.

Three days earlier, the woman had sent out the message.

It's just that when there was a heavy knock on the old wooden door of her house, the gentle woman still felt that this moment had come too quickly.

But the woman didn't dare to snub the people outside the hospital at all, and without even waiting for the little maid, she got up herself and opened the door against the smoke and rain.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old novice dressed in a white monk's robe stood outside the door and said goodbye to the benefactor.

The gentle woman did not show the slightest contempt because of Shami's young age, and solemnly answered "Amitabha".

Then, the little novice was introduced into the courtyard, and at the same time, the small attic suddenly remembered the sound of "stepping", and the tiger child ran down from the attic.

In three days, the child, who was already extremely intelligent, had to accept certain facts under the teaching of the gentle woman.

For example, this world is not as simple as he thought, such as the little blind man in Jiuqu Lane, such as the small medicine jar of the Ning family next door, such as ......

Eventually, the seven or eight-year-old realized that he was really leaving his parents and leaving the town.

The mother said that the outside world is very wonderful and vast, but Yuan Cheng still prefers this small town that is despised by his mother as the size of a palm, but he only complained to the little blind man of the Fu family, and the little blind man did not respond.

He knew that the wooden card he was carrying was given by the Ning family's small medicine jar, in the words of his mother, it was very valuable, maybe he sold him, and he might not be able to exchange it, he wanted to thank her in person, but the little blind man said that it was inconvenient for her to see herself, and the child who was alive and well ago withered, and there was no sigh like a little adult, just how long did he sit quietly under the Fu family's birth tree.

Then, the child saw that her own mother, who could be called the Iron Lady, suddenly pinched out the water with her already gentle eyes.

Seeing this, Yuan Cheng's heart tightened.

Although the child is a little naughty, he cherishes his mother very much, so after a sour feeling in his heart, the solemn look of the original sadness disappeared in an instant, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, rubbed his sleepy eyes, pulled his mouth, and called his mother.

Laughing is worse than crying.

In the end, the child left, carrying a small burden, and gradually disappeared into the smoke and rain in the red eyes of the gentle woman, waiting for the little man to disappear completely, and the tears in the eyes of the gentle woman finally came out of the gate like a flood, and leaked completely.

After the child followed the novice across the Anyang Bridge, he realized that he had gone far and turned around.

The half-grown child, looking at the dark and bottomless alley, finally couldn't help but kneel down at the bridge, kowtowed three times in the direction of his yard, and waited to raise his head, except for a bloody stain on his forehead, the child couldn't cry.

Not far away, that is, the second bridge of Anyang, the skinny little blind man of the Fu family sat against the stone bridge, his fist hanging in the smoke and rain, waiting for the child of the Yuan family to cry and stand up, and the moment he turned to leave, he spread out his clean little hands.

The bell tied to the rough rope suddenly fell, and the sound of "jingle bell" came out, and the child who stepped into Donglai Street heard this sound, and his footsteps paused, and suddenly he howled, at this time, his steps were very heavy and slow, but he never turned his head, and disappeared into the smoke and rain with a strange smile on his face.

The child knows.

This farewell, goodbye, I'm afraid it will be many, many years later.

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