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The eight-foot throat was severed, and he died on the spot.

Ye Tong didn't look back and continued to climb the stairs.

More than 100 priests and deacons walked to the bottom of the stone steps of the Divine Army, raised their heads and looked up, looking at the green shirts slowly rising up the stone steps, and the expressions on their faces were extremely shocked.

The Black Slaughter Ruling Divine Army was extremely tall and solemn, compared to Ye Tong, who was standing in front of the hall, it seemed so small, but she didn't pause, and walked in calmly and naturally.

It's like coming home.

When she walked into the Adjudicator Army.

She is no longer small.

In a house somewhere in the capital of the Winter Kingdom, the sound of a baby crying sounded.

The maids and servants in the courtyard were busy back and forth, their faces full of joy. The owner of the house is a Tang man, for the people of the winter country, it is a good thing, and this master has a warm temperament, has a deep relationship with his wife, and treats people generously, that is the best master, today the master is happy, and they are also happy.

The woman lying on the bed was slightly pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she looked extremely tired, but looking at the baby in her husband's arms, she still couldn't hide her excitement, and murmured: "It's a pity that it's a daughter, next time I will give birth to a son to my master." ”

The middle-aged man sitting next to the bed held the baby, looked at his wife and comforted: "My daughter is the best, let her go into the ink pool to learn calligraphy and pure heart and elegance in the future. ”

The woman said angrily, "How can you speak like that?"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman in his arms, the baby, and said a little nervously, "Why is it so small?"

"How old can a newborn child be......" The woman suddenly became a little nervous, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Master, we really want to go back to the capital in the autumn?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Father is old, now that we have a son, we must always bring it back to make his old man happy, you don't have to worry about those who have it, everything has me." ”

The woman, who had always thought that her man was the most reassuring person in the world, was really relieved when she heard this, and began to think about other things, asking, "What should you name your child?"

"When you go back to the capital, wait for your father's name. ”

The middle-aged man thought about returning to the capital, and His Majesty the Emperor knew that he had given birth to a daughter, and he would definitely rush to give him a name, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Let's take a nickname first." ”

"What's it called?"

"The village we know is rich in pumpkins, so let's call it Xiaodong, okay?"

“...... The lord has the final say. ”

Quacking to the ground is to describe the birth of new life, a stone falls to the ground, sometimes it is to describe the relaxation of things after the decision, in the west of the winter capital of Mogan Mountain, there is a quiet lake, this quiet lake is the most famous ink pond in the winter country, Duanmu Rong sits on the ink pool, holding a stone in his hand, seems to be ready to throw into the lake, and seems to be ready to put it next to him, but always hesitated.

On the ground beside her, there were already seven or eight stones scattered around, round and square, of different shapes, and seemingly irregular, but they gave people a feeling of extreme emptiness, like a stomach after five days of hunger, and like an empty wine bag.

The night breeze was light, Duanmu Rong's thin eyebrows were frowning, her thin and sparse eyelashes blinked gently, and her originally slightly rounded cheeks had been reduced, adding a bit of beauty, but on her pale cheeks at this time, there was no self-pity, just extremely focused, and even looked extremely painful because of thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally put the stone in her hand down.

The stone seemed to rest casually among the seven or eight stones on the ground, but at this moment, something very strange happened, like a person who had been hungry for days suddenly eating a large bucket of hard rice, or like someone throwing a knife into a wine bag, and a strong angular meaning suddenly enveloped the inkwell.

There were many waves on the calm surface of the lake for no reason, as if even the lake water sensed the craggy meaning that stretched between heaven and earth and blocked people's hearts.

Duanmu Rong looked at the scattered stones beside him, knowing that he had finally succeeded in setting up a part of the blockade, his eyes like a lake became brighter and brighter, and his red lips were pursed like threads of joy.

It was then that she remembered what she had written in that letter.

"After many things, I have a new idea in my eyes, and on the day of reunion, the book written will be more magnificent than today, I hope you will also work harder, don't disappoint me. ”

The girl stood up, looked far north, thought of the hateful fellow, and said sweetly but proudly: I know my fate, but you can disappoint me?

It seems that the top figures such as Uncle Xiao of the Dui Mountain Sect and Master Liansheng have long been scattered, leaving only a few traces in the world, but even if they are only a few traces, they are extremely precious treasures.

At the beginning, in the deep wasteland of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountain Range, Xu Chen, Duanmu Rong, and Ye Tong competed to kill each other, and entered the Demon Sect Mountain Gate one after another, in the process, they saw the block base array laid by the bright god who founded the Demon Sect, they saw the earth-shattering sword marks left by Mr. when he broke the block base array, the book they saw in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, the traces of the battle, and the most important thing is that they saw the living Lotus Sheng.

It was a bloody encounter, and the three strong people in the younger generation of the cultivation world, before such old monsters, both mentally and physically, were greatly damaged, and then they also gained extremely valuable experience.

These experiences precipitated in the spiritual world of the three of them, and then gradually began to be released and began to play a role, Xu Chen killed Xiahou, Duanmu Rong fell into the fate, and Ye Tong bravely walked into the Ruling God Army, all of which were given by the trip to the Demon Sect's mountain gate.

In a sense, neither Uncle Xiao nor Lian Sheng really died, and the mantle of these two peerless powerhouses was inherited in a new way in Xu Chen's three people.

Standing between the cliffs of the mountains behind the Dushan Sect, looking at the capital city in the distance, Xu Chen recalled the encounters in the past two years, realizing the Dao, entering the wasteland, inheriting the Haoran Qi, and the cultivation battles that he couldn't imagine before, all of which were so emotional.

Then he remembered what Xia Hou had said before he died, and frowned slightly, feeling that there were invisible black clouds floating in the sky over the capital shrouded in clear spring light.

He couldn't possibly be the child of prophecy. Although he had seen the prophecy in a sense after dying once, that prophecy was obviously not the same thing as the prophecy of this world legend.

But if he was not the son of prophecy, why did the Great Priest of Light set off this bloody storm back then? Why did the Buddha Sect send people to see him or even kill him?

I can't see the road ahead, I don't know if the Buddha Sect will be calm, Xu Chen clenched his fists slightly, and made a decision, he will not participate in the Yu Lan Festival in the autumn.

At this moment, the lively music and noisy sounds forcibly pulled him out of the high-level emotions such as sighing and vigilance, and pulled him back to the scene of the spring outing.

The mountain behind the mountain is on a spring outing today.

Under the organization of Xuanwei, no disciple dared not come, anyway, the ban on the cliff cave has been lifted, so the senior brother who loves to play chess will play chess in the cave, and the senior brother who loves to play the piano and blow the flute and sing music will sing and play in the cave, and those who love embroidery continue to embroider, those who love to read continue to read, those who love to write Xiaokai continue to write Xiaokai, those who love to chat continue to chat, and those who love to pretend to be lonely continue to pretend to be lonely.

These are all very elegant hobbies, but when these hobbies appear in the cave at the same time, they suddenly become vulgar, because they are too noisy, too much like the street performance scene in the capital.

It was the maid who was really hard today, because she was responsible for preparing the meal, and at Pan An's strong request, she boiled three large urns of chicken soup.

"Young master, hurry up and drink it, this Weng is the freshest. ”

The maid took a bowl of chicken soup, quietly walked to the edge of the cliff, and handed it to him.

Xu Chen looked at her slightly messy hair and the grass ash on her face, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and said angrily: "Pan An is all blind, you really listen to him, is chicken soup and chicken soup the same thing? Chicken soup is sold for a lot of silver, will this chicken soup become much more precious?"

The maid smiled and didn't say anything, in fact, the people in the Shan Sect loved to drink her stewed chicken soup, which made her very happy.

She advised: "This chicken is very good, it can produce oil, and there is a thick layer floating on the soup, so it looks like there is no heat, it is actually extremely hot, and it can't be cold for a while, young master, you can drink it when it's cold." ”

The maid went to the grass hut to prepare cold dishes and steamed buns in a large steamer.

The senior brother walked out of the cliff cave, stood beside Xu Chen, and looked in the direction of the capital.

Xu Chen handed over the bowl and said, "Senior brother, this is the freshest bowl." ”

Senior Brother smiled and shook his head, hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior brother, in fact, I have always had a problem in my heart, I know that this question is not right, but it always makes me feel a little panicked there. ”

Xu Chen said: "Senior brother, please speak." ”

Senior Brother looked at the capital city in the distance, frowned slightly, and asked, "Fifteen years ago, when you picked up a knife in that firewood room, did you ever think that the general's son was actually innocent. ”

Xu Chen was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The scene was very chaotic at that time, I really don't know what I thought at the time, but I will naturally understand this truth afterwards." ”

Then he asked sincerely: "Senior brother, if you were in this situation at that time, what would you choose?"

The elder brother said: "Without personal experience, no matter how touching the choice is, it may just be a false sensational...... But if it were me now, I would probably choose to do nothing. ”

Xu Chen knew that the senior brother was telling the truth, sacrificing innocent people in exchange for his own survival was probably not a choice that the senior brother could make.

He said, "Senior brother, you are a benevolent person. ”

He continued: "The second senior brother is a man of lofty ideals, but it is really difficult for me to be a person with lofty ideals, I am just a selfish person, I only think that I can survive. ”

Senior Brother patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "The teacher once said that selfishness is the greatest driving force for human beings to move forward, although I don't understand this statement very well, but it must have its truth when I think about it, junior brother, your choice can't be said to be wrong, at least I am not qualified to say that you are wrong." ”

"It's not necessarily justified, but it makes a lot of sense. ”

Xuan Wei walked to the edge of the cliff and said: "Life has no purpose, only process, where is the right and wrong?"

The elder brother said: "Right and wrong are people's good thoughts. ”

Xuan Wei pointed to the blue sky and a few white clouds above, and said: "If you fly higher, the smaller your image will be in the eyes of people on the ground, until you become inhuman, you are not even a human being, where is there any good thoughts, if you don't need to have good thoughts, where is there right and wrong?"

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "Teacher, you are wrong. During your travels, you often said to me that if you leave the world, if you want to stay in the world, then you must be a human being, and since you are a human being, you are a member of all living beings in the world, how can you not have a view of right and wrong, good and evil?"

Xu Chen was taken aback.

Xuan Wei never thought that the most honest apprentice would dare to say that he was wrong to his face, and he also used his own words to slap himself in the face, his angry beard fluttered, and he glared angrily and reprimanded:

"Li slowly! You are so bold!"

The senior brother looked nervous and said: "The teacher often reminds me to learn more from Jun Mo and the little junior brother, so I will have the previous words, if the teacher doesn't like it, I will take it back." ”

Xu Chen listened beside him, endured laughter until his abdomen hurt, and at this time he really couldn't hold back anymore, he laughed out loud, waved his hand again and again and said, "You guys talk first, I'll go see if the steamed buns are ready." ”

Xuan Wei glared at him and said, "It's all something you provoked, and you still want to escape?"

After saying this, he saw the bowl of chicken soup in Xu Chen's hand, snorted lightly, and said in admiration: "The oil color is crystal clear, and the soup is clear and rich, it is really a good bowl of soup." ”

Xu Chen's expression stiffened slightly.

Xuan Wei flicked his sleeves lightly, snatched this bowl of chicken soup from Xu Chen's hand, and drank it all in one gulp, without changing his face.

Xu Chen was shocked and speechless, thinking that the teacher was really profound.

Immediately afterwards, Xuanwei's face changed suddenly, and with a pop, he squirted out all the chicken soup in his mouth, and his clothes and beard were dripping with oil and water, and he looked embarrassed.

"Hot!"

Xuan Wei shouted angrily, and his tone changed a little.

The maid was picking wisteria fruits under the rain corridor and asked puzzledly, "Do you want to put sugar in the chicken soup?"

There was a burst of laughter on the cliffside.

For countries, the chronology is like everyone's name, not necessarily loud, but there must be, so all kingdoms in the world have their own chronology, and there are only two kinds of chronology that can really be remembered by the people and can be effectively used in daily life for thousands of years.

Time passed, and it came to the sixteenth year of the Tang Dynasty Apocalypse, that is, the three thousand four hundred and forty-seventh years of Xiling Dazhi, and in the spring of this year, many stories happened.

Dao idiot Ye Tong, after leaving the Xiling Divine Army for a full year, finally returned, she killed Eight Feet under the gaze of countless frightened eyes, and then walked into the black Ruling Divine Army.

The moment she stepped into the Divine Army, a majestic voice sounded from the depths of the main hall, and a huge wave of sound hit the wall made of black boulders, shattering into countless small and piercing existences like sharp steel needles, which instantly came to her and enveloped her body.

"You are the first to rebel and dare to come back, are you here to receive the punishment?"

The majestic voice like ten thousand steel needles pierced into the eardrums, Ye Tong frowned slightly, but he didn't react, just looked indifferently into the depths of the divine army.

There is an extremely dazzling bead curtain in the depths of the divine army, and behind the bead curtain, you can vaguely see the huge blood-colored ink jade divine seat, and you can see the majestic figure like the sea on the divine seat.

As in the past years, this voice sounded on the Moyu Divine Throne, stirring with cold divine might, overlooking all the contempt in the world, and even carrying some mockery today.

Ye Tong's beliefs are extremely pious, truly religious, so she doesn't think that leaving the Xiling Divine Army represents a betrayal at all, but she doesn't want to make any justification for the voice behind the curtain at this time, she just wants to walk in front of the bead curtain now and finish what she is ready to do.

That's what she thought, and she did.

She walked quietly towards the Adjudicator Army, her cyan robe fluttering slowly on the black smooth ground, like a green leaf walking in the dark night, inconspicuous but very eye-catching.

A priest of the Adjudication Division stood beside the stone pillar, looked at her and shouted, "Presumptuous!"

Another judge shouted angrily: "Presumptuous!"

More priests poured out, red robes surging like blood on the vast black ground, but they gathered into a lake of blood, and angry and cold shouts kept ringing out: "Presumptuous!"

The thunderous shouting did not make Ye Tong's expression change in the slightest, she was still so calm, so indifferent, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.

Ye Tong's belief in the heavens is impeccable, but she is not one of those stupid cultists who burst into tears when she sees the Divine Army, and nothing else can do it except for the heavens that can make her respectful. So at the beginning, in the face of the pressure of the sect and the ruling divine seat, she did not choose to give in, but resolutely left the Xiling Divine Army, not hesitating to bear the charge of being a traitor to the Daomen, so she would return to the Xiling Divine Army today and walk towards the bead curtain.

She was originally an extremely presumptuous person, and what she did was extremely presumptuous, so how could these red-clothed priests in the Black God Army scold her for being presumptuous?

She walked into the depths of the Divine Army.

The judges of the Inquisition, dressed in robes like blood, were furious, trembling with anger and flushed faces, but strangely enough, no one dared to stop her and dare to attack her.

Ye Tong walked into the crowd of priests, and the priests retreated with frightened expressions on their faces, and made way of a passage, as if a green leaf fell into a bloody and murderous blood lake, and the lake retreated separately to the shore, not daring to touch the green leaf at all.

Finally, she walked out of the Divine Army to the bead curtain.

She stopped and looked calmly, only to see the Grand Priest Mo Yu behind the curtain, holding his jaw with his hand, as if he was thinking about some complicated issue.

Ye Tong bowed her head and saluted, her expression calm and calm, just like the picture before she went to the wasteland, every time she came to the Divine Army, she met the Judgment Divine Seat behind the curtain.

Saluting represents respect, and bowing your head represents obedience.

The Grand Priest of the Ruling raised his head slightly, his cold and powerful gaze fell on her through the bead curtain, and he said plainly and unquestionably: "Kneel." ”

This voice was not very loud, but it made those red-robed priests who were in a state of confusion sober up, and they understood a lot of things, and the anger and dissatisfaction born from the contempt of dignity and provocation suddenly overwhelmed the prestige left to them by the name Dao Idiot a few years ago.

Even if you encounter the opportunity to repeat your strength, even if you are still the terrible Dao idiot back then, but this is the Ruling God Army, and behind the bead curtain is the invincible Judgment Divine Seat, what else can you do but kneel?

They raised their arms and pointed at Ye Tong, who was bowing his head in front of the bead curtain, and shouted in unison: "Kneel!"

"Get on your knees!"

"Get on your knees!"

These voices, either angry or excited, cold or cruel, gradually converged and became extremely neat, like thunder echoing in the quiet black divine army.

When Ye Tong was still a Taoist idiot, he never knelt in front of the bead curtain, even if it was the ruling throne behind the curtain. Later, when she was not a Taoist idiot, she once knelt down in front of the bead curtain, and that kneeling was the pressure and infinite humiliation deliberately inflicted on her by the Divine Army. From that day on, she swore that unless she could gain the strength to not kneel again, she would never step into the Judgment Divine Army again.

Today she walked into the Adjudicator Army, so of course she will not kneel again.

"I kneel only those who deserve to kneel. Ye Tong said.

Behind the curtain, the ruling priest slowly sat up straight, and said indifferently: "For example?"

Ye Tong said: "For example, the sky, such as the contemplator, such as the master, such as the Heavenly Oracle Divine Seat, such as the Lotus Divine Seat, but in these examples, there is no Divine Throne your name." ”

The Grand Priest of the Ruling said in a cold voice, "You dare to compare this seat with that demon of Lotus Sheng!"

Ye Tong said: "You are not as good as the Lotus Throne with a withered lotus, and you really shouldn't be compared to him." ”