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The next day, the sky was bright, and Luoyang City, which had been silent all night, became vibrant again.

For ordinary people, this is just the beginning of another ordinary day, but for some big people, it means a lot.

The originally aggressive Tang army suddenly died down without warning and stopped the oppressive siege of Luoyang City, which seemed to be quite a bit of a protracted battle with Wang Shichong.

The Great Xia delegation led by Liu Heimin had also left Luoyang and returned to Henan in a very low-key manner in the evening of the previous day, and it was unknown to outsiders what kind of agreement had been reached between them and Da Zheng.

The people of the Tang Sect had withdrawn to Shuzhong earlier, but no one dared to continue to ignore their existence.

The White Horse Temple has become a forbidden place specially designated by the Dazheng Imperial Court, and only those monks who have survived the catastrophe and the monks who hurried from the Emei Ci'en Temple after hearing the news are allowed to enter.

The people of the Qingcheng Sword Sect and the Zhongnan Sword Sect also quietly withdrew, and the two families together lost almost one-third of their elite disciples, and there were even many elders in the sect, even Zhong Shanzhuang, one of the five truths of Zhongnan, and Xuanji Zhenren, the first Qimen Dunjia master in Qingcheng, were also unfortunately killed in battle, and the weight of the loss had not been encountered in a hundred years.

Just as Ning Wuqi had predicted, whether it was the several major forces in the Central Plains, or the various sects of the two realms of righteousness and demons, they seemed to have entered a dormant period. But this does not mean that the matter is over, and when everyone hides in the nest and licks the wounds clean, the curtain of Armageddon will be opened immediately.

However, whether it is the emperor and general who holds the supreme power of the world, or the worldly master who has jumped out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements, they can't avoid the names of the two people.

Wang Shichong, Ning Wuqi - at midnight on the first day of the first lunar month, the decisive battle is in Longmen!

It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine what kind of showdown this will be that affects the general trend of the world. Their victory and defeat and life and death are no longer just personal matters, but the focus of the whole world's attention.

But I'm afraid no one can guess that the old man Ning, who is known as the number one master of the Demon Gate and sent Master Kongding, the first monk of Buddhism, to the Western Elysium realm on the Yangtze River, is sitting in his small courtyard at this moment, peeling peanuts and preparing for today's dinner.

Also helping to peel peanuts on the side were Diao Xiaosi and Xiaoya. Diao Xiaosi showed rare diligence, sweating like rain and fighting hard, I just hope that the old godmother will never poke her backbone with chopsticks again, completely ruining the tall image he has been painstakingly maintaining in front of Xiaoya.

With a helper, Ning Wuqi stopped working, slowly took out the dry tobacco pipe and lit it, leisurely swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

Diao Xiaosi sat downwind, choked on tears by the spicy smoke, and shouted angrily: "Mom, Daddy is lazy!"

The old godmother's answer in the kitchen made Diao Xiaosi more and more desperate: "Gua Wazi, help your father do some work and call like a donkey, it's useless!"

Diao Xiaosi said with a sad face: "But he also deliberately smoked me with drought smoke!"

"Well, I smoked pork yesterday. ”

Xiaoya lowered her head and peeled peanuts and struggled to hold back a smile, but a trace of happiness still sneaked out of the corner of her lips.

Ning Wuqi smoked a dry cigarette comfortably and said, "The nest of the Empty Sun Demon Sect is in the Chaoyang Palace in Beihai, and I haven't been to that place either. Back then, the sect leader of the Japanese Sect, Bei Beihuang, dragged me on the cliff on the bank of the Jinsha River for a day and a night in the Dragon Gate Array. At dawn, he threw his knife into the river and returned to the north, and since then, the disciples of the Empty Sun Demon Sect have never been to the Central Plains. ”

Diao Xiaosi was very surprised to hear Daddy Longcheng talk about his glorious achievements that year, and said curiously: "Daddy, you and him are really just setting up the Dragon Gate Formation, and you haven't done anything else?"

Ning Wuqi didn't hear it, and continued: "Don't Beihuang said when he left, if one day the disciples of the Sky Sun Demon Sect return to the Central Plains after his death, there are only two possibilities. ”

"What are the two possibilities? Dad, don't keep talking half and leave half left, is it possible that your old man is like this when he is complimentary?"

Ning Wuqi coughed again and again, and replied, "One is the defector of the Empty Sun Demon Sect, if I encounter it, I will not be forgiven. Another ...... It is the mantle disciple selected by Beihuang himself, who came to challenge the old man instead of him, and then renewed the covenant of the Jinsha River. ”

Diao Xiaosi couldn't help but think of Tuli, the cultivation of that turtle was really good, but it was not enough to challenge the level of Dragon City Daddy, I believe that Bei Beihuang's vision would definitely not be so bad. So he immediately took the initiative to report to Ning Wuqi: "Dad, I found a defector from the Empty Sun Demon Sect, and he is in Luoyang!"

"Tuli?" Ning Wuqi slowly exhaled a dry cigarette, shook his head and said, "He's not." ”

"What is it for?" Diao Xiaosi was very unconvinced, and said: "I see that this guy is a traitor, if he is loyal, it must not be a good thing." ”

Ning Wuqi replied, "Because the mantle disciple chosen by Beihuang has already come. ”

"Where, did you fight him?"

"Nope. ”

"Then how did you know the Dao?"

"Zhilu Dao is Zhilu Dao. ”

"Old man, it turns out that you can also play scoundrels. ”

Ning Wuqi ignored his stubble and changed the topic: "The Twenty-Four Heavenly Dao Solar Term Sword is a Demon Gate Divine Weapon refined by Guiguzi, and each sword has a different spirituality. Wang Xuanying has not been cultivating for a long time, and he is far from being able to exert his power, otherwise you will be hanging that night. ”

Diao Xiaosi said indifferently: "With your old man here, what else am I afraid of?"

Ning Wuqi didn't speak, and gently exhaled a pungent puff of smoke from his mouth. The blue-gray smoke slowly dispersed in front of Diao Xiaosi, and with the summer breeze blowing in the dusk, wisps of elegant and ethereal blue marks appeared, forming a strange picture.

Diao Xiaosi couldn't help but stared at the ever-changing green smoke in front of him, and subconsciously reached out to copy the virtual painting in the air, looking for the inspiration of the sword intent.

In his eyes, these smoke lines were neither sword moves nor sword paths, but a suspended Qimen Dunjia array that was deducing countless wonderful changes all the time.

He found that his head was completely insufficient, and it was impossible to deduce and analyze so many changes in such a short time, so he could only memorize them desperately, imprint them into his head first, and then go back and slowly ponder and comprehend.

He painted over and over again, and no one was exactly the same, and each time there was a new discovery and new inspiration.

The green smoke in the twilight gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared into the crimson sun.

Diao Xiaosi didn't realize that he still kept drawing with his hands, he might bump into a Mobei demon when he went to Beihai, how could he not take the opportunity to learn some life-saving skills at the bottom of the box with his father?

Later, his gestures became slower and slower, as if he had hung three mountains on his arm, and it no longer looked like he was painting, but like carving words on a hard stone wall.

In this way, I don't know how much time passed, Diao Xiaosi's arm was sore, and he almost lost consciousness, so he stopped. He shook his numb arm, and asked with a long sigh, "Daddy, what is this trick called?"

"I'll call you to dinner!" suddenly sounded behind him, and the old godmother replied in an unkind tone.

Diao Xiaosi's buttocks suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the pain made him jump up half the sky like a monkey with a red butt.

The old godmother held a red-hot spatula in her hand, and her anger did not subside, and she scolded: "You don't listen to you when you pretend to be food, you pretend to be stupid when you call you to serve food, what is not good to learn, and your father will be a demon obstacle at every turn." Pretend to be pitiful, go wash your hands and eat!"

Xiaoya stood in the door, looking at Diao Xiaosi limping over with his buttocks, and couldn't help but look at the old godmother with admiration - it turned out that the spatula could still have such a wonderful use.

During the meal, everyone else sat in a regular manner, but Diao Xiaosi was special and stood all the time.

It's not that he was punished for standing, but that his butt hurt and he couldn't sit down, so he had to stand up to eat.

The old godmother seems to like the well-behaved and sensible Xiaoya very much, and keeps picking up vegetables for her, shushing the cold and asking for warmth.

It's a pity that Xiaoya looked at Diao Xiaosi's ass and showed a trembling look, for fear of angering the old godmother.

In order to make up for the merits and make meritorious contributions, Diao Xiaosi couldn't care about eating a stable meal by himself, and put all the delicious food into the bowl of the old godmother. Unexpectedly, the horse's fart slapped on the horse's leg, and the old godmother glared at her eyes and said, "Don't clip it, who dares to eat the chopsticks you used?"

Diao Xiaosi put down his chopsticks and wanted to cry without tears, he didn't understand why the old godmother couldn't treat herself as kindly as she did with Xiaoya? Later, he understood, this is the legendary stepmother.

On weekdays, Ning Wuqi basically didn't open his mouth when he ate, but tonight at the dinner table, he set up a dragon gate formation with Diao Xiaosi and Xiaoya for the first time.

Diao Xiaosi was a little confused at first, but gradually realized that maybe this was the last dinner he and Ning Wuqi had together. Before the decisive battle of Longmen, the old man will not show up again.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said: "Xiaoya, don't you always call me brother? ”

Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, looked at Longcheng's father and godmother, and was hesitant and embarrassed to speak.

Diao Xiaosi urged: "Are you still not my sister?"

Xiao Ya hurriedly whispered: "Godfather, godmother!"

The old godmother smiled, this is the second goddaughter she recognized. Although she is no more than the eldest princess, Wen Wen looks at it quietly and is pitiful, and when she takes off the silver bracelet on her wrist and puts it on Xiaoya, she says, "Good daughter, this is a gift from your godmother." ”

Diao Xiaosi said indignantly: "What about the meeting gift for me?"

The old godmother squinted her eyes and leaned back slightly, reaching out and pulling out a rolling pin from the belly of the table.

As soon as Diao Xiaosi saw that the old godmother showed an invincible killing weapon, his soul immediately flew nine days away, and he hugged his head and said: "Daddy, help, Mom wants to give me a killing stick!"

The old godmother stood up unhurriedly and walked to the kitchen: "Just your little rat gall." I'm going to roll out the dough, make some cakes for you and Xiaoya, and take them to eat on the road later. ”

"You're really not trying to punch me with a rolling pin?"

"With your little bones, you can still use a rolling pin, and a toothpick is enough. ”

Xiaoya stood up happily and said, "Godmother, I'll help you." ”

Diao Xiaosi followed behind Xiaoya, and Mao Sui recommended himself: "I'll come too!"

But he soon regretted the decision deeply. Many years later, the neighbors of this small house still vividly remember that one summer night suddenly there was a burst of ghost crying wolf howls from the small kitchen of the small house. When they waited until dawn the next day to knock on the door, they found that the courtyard was already empty, except for a bloody toothpick on the stove.

So the name of the ghost house has spread far and wide, and after many years, no one remembers who once lived here, and few people know the Tao, they once looked at the world and the world.