It was winter, Changling County was full of wind and snow, there was an old man who staggered to Qilingyi, that night, the old man in a green shirt abandoned his prejudices, abandoned the dissatisfaction in his heart, and let go of personal grievances.

After three worships, the young man did not smile at the grudge, but borrowed a sword from the old man, and the two of them worked together to face the uncertainty of life and death ahead.

A short knife went out of Beijing, killed two people, and quietly met the young man in white who did not disappoint as always, and he surrendered to himself with satisfaction.

Qingming is approaching, and in the rainy season, he came to the noon gate.

Noon Gate, the execution ground of Chang'an City, I don't know how many severed souls are hovering here, Ning Qing looked at the mist, his heart was like water, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, his life was only the last quarter of an hour from the end, but he had no waves, running away to face death.

Outside the noon gate, there were many people gathered, all of them were bustling with discussions, they were all amazed that this old man, this great cultivator, this court official actually knew the law and broke the law, but he turned himself in, and countless doubts were all in the crowd to discuss.

Within the noon gate, a whole thousand imperial city guards guarded here, the cold glowing qiāng tip, is the killing intent of the special soldiers, on the city wall, dozens of internal guards are ready to go, on the guillotine, several prison officials led by the criminal department Shangshu Diyun are a little sluggish.

Not far away, there was a monk sitting in the gazebo of the city wall, paying attention to everything in the field, and the two of them were a little casual, making tea and playing chess at the same time.

No one bothered them, dozens of internal guards were guarding them outside, this kind of power was impossible to ignore, not to mention, these two people were the offerings of the imperial court's worship pavilion, so no one else could not pay attention to them.

Next to this monk, there is a man who is full of beard and does not see his age, holding a carrot in his hand and eating very happily, looking at a rope tied around his waist on the pillar, and a brick hanging from the bottom of the rope, and a short qiāng is inserted next to him, about four feet, which looks very ordinary.

This person is Ouyang Muhua, who has dealt with Gu Qingci, the one who can't see the depth, who has made a big fuss in the capital more than ten years ago and then retreated into the world, and once again appeared, it was the Battle of Wangjing, where a brick smashed to death Ouyang Tiedan, a great cultivator!

Ouyang Muhua finished eating the carrots, seemed to be a little impatient, slapped the table with a slap, ruined the chess game of the monk, and asked: "Master Sannian, Qingyun Dao Chief, I said can you two fart out, Du Teniang for an hour, you two are playing chess here, I really don't exist!"

Master Sannian saluted the Buddha and said: "Master Ouyang is a little restless, the poor monk and the Qingyun Daoist are also to cultivate the state of mind, this noon gate, the murderous aura is too strong, and you need to be calm and calm." ”

"," Ouyang Muhua picked up the teacup, drank it in one gulp, and said: "You still cultivate your state of mind, fifteen years ago, when Lao Tzu fought with you, you two were referring to the Xuan Realm, after so many years, you are still circling in this Xuan Realm, how did you cultivate this state of mind?"

Qingyun Dao Chang's face was serious, and he didn't speak.

Master Sannian smiled helplessly, and said: "Ouyang Shi Tianzong genius, the poor monk is naturally incomparable, this realm of destiny, can not be found, how can it vary from time to time, my Buddha is merciful, all free arrangements, when my Buddha feels that the poor monk has practiced enough, it should enter the mandate of heaven, it will naturally enter the mandate of heaven!"

"Okay, okay," Ouyang Muhua said impatiently: "Don't give me any Buddha master of yours, just tell me, how long will it be before I go home to sleep!"

This time, Daoist Qingyun opened his mouth and said, "At two o'clock in the afternoon, there is still a quarter of an hour left, if nothing happens, you will be able to leave." ”

Ouyang Muhua was puzzled: "What accident?"

Qingyun Dao Chang said lightly: "Qin Heavenly Supervisor Yuan Heavenly Master!"

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In an attic in the imperial city, there were two old men sitting on the ground, also playing chess, one was dressed in white, with a book hanging from his waist, full of white hair, but extremely elegant and chic, and the other was dressed in a gray robe, also full of white hair, holding a whisk in his hand.

It is Mr. Wufeng who hangs the book, and it is the envoy of Qintianjian who takes the dust, Yuan Tianshi, the national teacher of Daxia, a person who is not as famous as Mr. Wuji, but he is a person in the same period as Mr. Wuji, the two have known each other for decades, and they are also the only one in the court who has a relationship with Mr. Wuji.

When a son fell, Yuan Tianshi took the lead in speaking, and said, "Mr. Wuji, it's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's almost the same, do you still think that Poor Dao will make a move?"

Mr. Wufeng slowly dropped down, and said with a slight smile: "Master Yuan Tian's Taoism is all over the sky, don't dare to be careless in the future, after all, this time, it is your junior who cut off the head, but Your Majesty is looking for me again, I can't do it hastily." ”

Yuan Tianshi shook his head and said, "Alas, you are also doing this too much, do you think that with Ning Qing's character, I will be able to save him? If he doesn't want to die, he won't go back to Beijing." ”

Mr. Wufeng nodded and said, "I know, but now, there is one person who can save him, and only he can save him!"

Yuan Tianshi waved the dust lightly and said, "Peerless Prince Gu Qingci, but, will he come? I already knew that robbing the Dharma Field was not a trivial matter, and by doing so, he would have ruined his whole life, and besides, Wumen, this is a net of heaven and earth!"

Mr. Wufeng smiled slightly, and said: "To tell the truth, if I change my perspective from that kid, I don't know if I will appear, and now not only me, but even Your Majesty is looking forward to it, looking forward to the appearance of this kid." ”

Yuan Tianshi was silent for a moment, and said: "How much you expect, how much importance you have, I am also very interested in this kid, a person with such a high personality." ”

"Character?" Mr. Innocent asked, "How's his personality?"

Yuan Tianshi said softly: "I can't see it!"

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Inside the noon gate, on the prison beheading platform, time passed slowly, seeing that three o'clock in the afternoon was coming, Di Yun, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department, suddenly got up, slowly walked to Ning Qing's side, poured a glass of wine for Ning Qing with his own hands, sighed, and said: "Lord Ning, this glass of wine is not a severed head wine, but I respect you, because I admire you very much, but, I don't understand, is it worth it for you to sacrifice so much for a person who has nothing to do with it?"

Ning Qing smiled slightly, with some memories in his eyes, and said, "Master Di, if you also fight side by side with me and Master Gu, you will understand that it is really worth it." ”

Di Yun shook his head and said, "But, at this time, he didn't come to see you off!"

At this moment, a flat but thunderous voice suddenly came from outside the noon gate:

"Elder Ning, I'm here to return the sword!"