Nightfall Chapter 297: New life, falling rocks and spring outing by the cliff

In the past few years, in order not to be noticeable, Ning Que has never come to sacrifice Xiao Heizi. Now that the grievances are avenged, even if the court knows his relationship with Xiao Heizi, there is no need to worry about it.

The blood sea is retributable. You should sacrifice your parents first. However, after the **** murder that year, the remains of Ning Que’s biological parents, Lin Hai and Li Sanniang, were burned into ashes and spilled into the Weishui River. The cemetery of Xiao Heizi is counted as the cemetery of those people back then.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, Sangsang opened the **** umbrella, holding it tightly with both hands, and hiding it behind him, Ning Que squatted down and took out a piece of oil paper from his arms and burned it. There are many names written on the oil paper, and the people behind those names are dead, just like this oil paper, turning into blue smoke, and being blown away by the wind and snow in an instant.

Sangsang whispered: "What will happen to His Royal Highness?"

Ning Que looked at the burnt paper dust rolling on the snow, and said: "He was just talking about it in the past. Now he has paid some price for not being a prince. Let's see him for two more years."

Sangsang said: "Master, don't you often say you want to punish your head for evil?"

Ning Que said: "Your teacher is the first evil, but he is dead. I looked at his cemetery next to the master’s tomb. I also thought about whether to dig it out, but let’s forget it."

…………When Chang'an City was shrouded in wind and snow, the deep mountains of Xiling Divine Kingdom were still warm as spring. This has something to do with the warm sea current outside Songguo Dike to the east, and it was originally the place where Haotian was favored. Ground.

A young man stood outside the simple Taoist temple in the deep mountains. The man had an extremely handsome face. Although there were a few eye-catching scars on his cheeks, it added a touch of charm.

The middle-aged Taoist on the stone steps looked at the young man and said, "Prince Longqing, are you really insisting on practicing asceticism? Do you know what this means?"

It turned out that the young man was Prince Longqing, and he saw the color of cocoon marks and rust on his palms. Probably these days, he had been at sea.

He respectfully said: "Since it is the teacher's order, disciples dare not violate anything. As long as they can see the book, it doesn't matter how much suffering and torment they suffer."

The middle-aged Taoist priest said: "Since it is the meaning of watching the Lord, naturally no one will stop you, but I must remind you that with your current state, if you want to read the heavenly book, you may die at any time."

Long Qing said calmly: "Uncle Master, I was a dead person now."

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the black peach blossom in Long Qing’s chest, remembering the rumor that Xue Ya Ningque had penetrated this man’s chest with an arrow, and understood the meaning of the so-called dead person in his words, so he sighed no more. Words.

Walking up the stone steps, he entered the unknowable place of Zhi Shou Guan. Although Long Qing had already worshipped Zhi Shou Guan as his teacher, he was still a little nervous at this time.

In the depths of the Taoist Temple, there are seven magnificent thatched cottages scattered around the lake. The thatched cottages are covered with grass. They are cheap and shabby. They shouldn’t have any majestic and luxurious atmosphere. However, the thatched cottages here are The color is as golden and jade, ignoring the dust and rain over the years, it looks extremely gorgeous.

This thatch naturally has a very strong vitality of heaven and earth, can resist wind and rain, and can help people to calm the heart and mind. It has long been extinct in nature and can be said to be extremely precious.

There are only two places in the world that are luxurious enough to use this thatched house. One is the thatched house by the lake where the seven-volume book is stored, and the other is the windy hut where the master of the mountain lives in the back of the academy.

Long Qing walked into the first thatched room and looked at the classic book on the agarwood case that was sealed like black blood. He could no longer remain calm, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves trembled slightly.

This classic is the first volume of the heavenly book: the Japanese scroll.

This is also the only book of heaven that can be opened in his current state.

Long Qing slowly opened the black cover, and the first page that came into view was a white sheet of paper, and then he turned to the second page, which read Liu Bai, Jun Mo, Tang... these The name of the strongest practitioner in the world was not surprised because he had anticipated it in his heart. He just thought silently that if he wants to climb to the highest peak of the path in the future, then these shiny names must become a cushion under his feet. stone.

Long Qing continued to read the Japanese scroll.

At the top of the piece of paper, he saw the name of the bookworm Mo Shanshan, and then at the top of the piece of paper, he saw the names of Ning Que and Ye Hongyu. These two names are almost completely parallel. A stroke broke out of the paper, seeming to be pierced into the previous page.

Looking at these three names, Long Qing's eyes became extremely resentful, and his breathing became a lot heavier. However, after a while, all his emotions disappeared inexplicably, and his eyes became extremely calm, becoming more and more calm. The brighter and brighter it came, it was like a night pearl painted in Kanazawa, extremely bright.

Winter goes to spring, time is passing by.

No one in the world knows that Prince Longqing, who thought he was dead, is now devoting himself to practicing and learning in the unknown place of Zhishou Guan. He wakes up every morning and starts to clean the front view, then cook food and prepare The living utensils are sent to the back view, and after the busy schedule is over, you can go to the seven thatched cottages to read the Bible.

After reading the Japanese scroll on the first day, Long Qing never opened the scripture again. Instead, he devoted all his spirit and will to reading the second scroll.

One day, spring is flourishing, and the wild peaches are in full bloom inside and outside.

Long Qing, pale, came out of the second straw hut, holding the blood-stained towel tightly in his hand, and was about to go to the lakeside to meditate for a while. Suddenly he felt something and stopped.

He walked into the first thatched house and opened the Japanese scroll with dignity.

On that page, the ink color of Ning Que became thicker and thicker, as if blood was about to seep into the paper, Mo Shanshan's name left its original position and came to the top of the paper. , There is a sharp-edged stone pillar in the middle of the two mountain characters, which seems to break this piece of paper at any time.

Long Qing's face became paler, and his pupils shrank like faint black holes. What made him extremely shocked and angry was not what he saw, but what he didn't see.

He didn't see Ye Hongyu's name.

Ye Hongyu's name has gone elsewhere.

………… In the deep spring of Peach Mountain, although the newly planted peach blossoms are far less beautiful than the rumored, but the trees are lush, and the temple above is shrouded in dense greenery, which looks extremely solemn.

On the stone shinto road between the green trees, a young girl walks slowly. She is wearing a simple bun and wearing a blue robes. The cyan is not very eye-catching, but the robes follow the mountain breeze. When it floated slowly, all the green on the thousand-year-old stone tree beside the Shinto lost its color.

The girl in a bun walked up the long Shinto peacefully, and soon came to the vast flat cliffs. She looked at the black ruling temple in the distance and smiled.

There were countless exclamations on the cliff in front of the temple.

"Ye Hongyu is back!"

"Why does this woman dare to come back!"

"Tao crazy! Go and inform the gods!"

"Master Sizu, long time no see!"

The Taoist girl who walks slowly has an extremely beautiful face and a simple and simple aura. In the eyes of everyone, this is the most terrifying picture they have ever seen.

The priests and deacons around the temple screamed and scattered around, evading one after another. Those who could not retreat in time, bowed in horror and gave way, trembling to ask for peace.

Last spring, Dao Chi Ye Hongyu left Xiling Temple, then she lived in Chang'an for a while, then disappeared without a trace, and then this spring, she returned.

............ Chen Bachi, the former temple cavalry commander, was cut blind by a paper sword, and then he was tapped by the great priest with withered fingers and his tongue was broken, turning into an authentic waste man, but after all He is a trusted confidant under the leader of Rockdi, so he can still live happily in the extremely realistic ruling division.

It would be a kind of happiness to say that it is a kind of blessing to be on the stone steps.

Ye Hongyu walked under the stone steps of the Temple of Judgment and looked at Chen Bachi, who was dressed in luxurious clothes but lay in the sun like a beggar, and said calmly: "Have you ever thought I can come back?" >

There are many priests and deacons in the distance looking here, but no one dared to act on Ye Hongyu, not because of the lingering prestige of Taoism, but because the great priest returned to Taoshan last year. Because of Dao's ignorance from the mountain, there was a thunderous incident, and even had a contest with the ruling priest.

Chen Bachi had heard people's exclamation before. At this time, when he heard Ye Hongyu's voice, he finally confirmed that what he was most afraid of had finally happened, and his face was full of fear.

He wanted to ask for mercy, and also wanted to warn Ye Hongyu that before this was the temple, he wanted to save his life with the prestige of Judging God's Seat and the leader of Luo Kedi, but now he can't speak.

Even if he can speak, Ye Hongyu is not ready to listen. She just wants to enter the ruling temple and must climb the stone steps, and this person happens to be basking in the sun on the stone steps, so she said in passing.

After saying this, she walked past Chen Bachi.

There was a spring breeze coming, and the ancient woods around the temple were chased, and Ye Hongyu's sleeves were wrinkled, and a very fine wrinkle appeared on the green sleeves, which was shaped like a sword.

Invisible Taoist sword out.

Chen Bachi broke his throat and died on the spot.

Ye Hongyu did not look back, and continued to climb up the stairs.

More than a hundred priests and deacons walked under the stone steps of the temple, raised their heads and looked up, watching the blue shirt slowly rising on the stone steps, the expressions on their faces were extremely shocked.

The black and solemn ruling temple is extremely tall and solemn. Compared with that, Ye Hongyu who stood in front of the temple looked so small, but without any pause, she walked in calmly and naturally.

It's like going home.

When she walked into the ruling temple.

She is no longer small.

…………Somewhere in the capital of Dahe Country, a baby crying sounded.

The maids and maids in the courtyard are busy back and forth, their faces are full of joy. The owner of the house is a Chinese man. For Dahe people, this is a good thing. Moreover, this owner has a good temperament, has a deep relationship with his wife, and treats his servants generously. That is the best owner. Today, the owner is happy, and they are also self-conscious. happy.

The woman lying on the bed has a pale face, sweat beads on her forehead, and she looks extremely tired. However, looking at the baby in her husband’s arms, she still can’t hide her excitement. She murmured, “Unfortunately, it’s a daughter. Give birth to a son for the master."

The middle-aged man sitting next to the bed holding the baby, watching his wife comforted and said: "Daughter is the best. In the future, let her enter Mochi Garden to learn calligraphy. It’s not good to have a naughty kid. Arrangement, you may learn to overcame the wall and surpass the courtyard at any time, and follow the quack people."

The woman groaned: "How can there be any reason to say this?"

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

"How old can the baby just be born..." The woman suddenly became a little nervous, her voice trembled and said, "Master, are we really going back to Chang'an in autumn?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Father is old, and now we have the interest, we must always bring back to make his elderly happy, you don't have to worry about those who have nothing, everything has me."

The woman has always thought that her man is the most reassuring person in the world. After listening to this, she really relieved her mind and began to think about other things, and asked: "What is the name for the child?"

"After returning to Chang'an City, wait for your father to give you a name."

The middle-aged man thought about returning to Chang'an. His Majesty the Emperor knew that he had given birth to a daughter. He would rush to give a name if he wanted to. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Let’s pick a nickname first."

"What is it called?"

"The village where we know each other is rich in pumpkins, so is it called Little Pumpkin, OK?"

"...Master has the final say."

............ Kakao fell to the ground to describe the birth of a new life. A stone fell on the ground, sometimes to describe the relaxed mood that arises after things are settled. In the Mogan Mountains in the western capital of the great river country, there is a quiet lake. This Fang Jing Lake is the most famous ink pond in Dahe Country. Mo Shanshan sits beside the ink pond with a stone in his hand. It seems that he is about to throw it into the lake, and he seems to be putting it beside him, but he is still hesitant.

On the ground next to her, there are already seven or eight stones arranged randomly. The stones are round and square, and of different shapes. The placement seems to be irregular, but it gives people a kind of emptiness to the extreme. This emptiness is like a stomach after five days of being hungry, and it is like an empty wine sac.

The night breeze was blowing, Mo Shanshan's thin eyebrows were tightly frowned, and her thin and sparse eyelashes blinked lightly. The originally slightly rounded cheeks have been reduced and they are more beautiful, but her pale cheeks are now , Without any self-pity feelings, just incomparable concentration, and even more painful because of thinking.

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

The stone seemed to be lying randomly 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 several days suddenly ate a large bucket of hard rice. It was as if someone had thrown a knife into a wine bag, and the strong angularity suddenly enveloped Mochi.

A lot of waves appeared on the calm lake surface for no reason, as if even the lake water sensed the ruggedness that lies between the sky and the earth and is blocked in people's hearts.

Mo Shanshan looked at the scattered stones beside him, knowing that he had finally succeeded in putting out a part of the formation, and the lake-like eyes became brighter, because of joy, the red lips were tightly pressed.

At this moment, she remembered the paragraph she wrote in that letter.

"After a lot of things, Heshan has new ideas in my eyes. When I meet again on that day, the book written must be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder and don't let me down."

The girl stood up and looked to the far north, thinking of that nasty guy, sweet but proud and slightly mocked: I know my life, can you let me down?

………… It seems like the superb figures such as the junior master Uncle Ke Haoran and Master Liansheng have long since disappeared, leaving only a few traces in the world, but even a few traces are extremely precious wealth.

At the beginning, in the Tianqi Mountains in the depths of the wasteland, Ning Que, Moshan Mountain, and Ye Hongyu fought to kill and entered the Demon Sect Mountain Gate. In the process, they saw the bright light who founded the Demon Sect. They saw the scars of the sky-shaking sword left by Mr. Ke when he broke the formation. They saw the book left by Ke Haoran in the Mozong Mountain Gate. The most important thing was that they saw the traces of the battle. Arrived the living lotus.

It was a **** meeting. Three strong men in the younger generation of the spiritual world had suffered tremendously both mentally and physically before these old monsters, and they also gained extremely valuable experience.

These experiences settled in the spiritual world of the three of them, and then gradually began to release and began to play a role. Ning Que killed Xiahou, Moshan Mountain fell into the knowledge of life, and Ye Hongyu bravely walked into the ruling temple. Thanks to the trip to Mozong Mountain Gate.

In a sense, neither the little uncle nor Liansheng really died. The mantle of these two peerless powerhouses has been passed on to the three of Ning Que in a new way.

Standing among the cliffs at the back of the academy, looking at the Chang'an city in the distance, Ning Que recalled the encounter in the past two years, climbing the old school building, climbing the second floor, enlightening the Tao of Talisman, entering the wasteland, inheriting the awe-inspiring spirit, and The practice battles that he could not even imagine before are all so emotional.

Then he remembered what Xiahou had said before his death, and frowned slightly, feeling that there were invisible black clouds floating over the Chang'an City, which was shrouded in clear spring light.

He thought he could not be the son of Pluto. Although he has seen Pluto in a sense after he died once, that Pluto and the legendary Pluto of this world are obviously not the same thing.

But if you are not the son of Pluto, why did the great priest of Guangming set off this **** storm? Why does Buddhism send people to see and even kill himself?

I can’t see the road ahead clearly. I don’t know if Buddhism will calm down. Ning Que makes a fist slightly and makes a decision that he will not attend the Yulan Festival in autumn.

At this moment, the lively music and noise abruptly pulled him out of high-level emotions such as sorrow and vigilance and dignity, and pulled him back to the scene of the spring outing.

The back mountain of the college is out today in spring.

Under the Master’s organization, no disciple dared to come. Anyway, the ban on the cliff cave has been lifted, so the seniors who love to play chess play chess in the cave, and the seniors who love to play the piano, flute and sing are in the cave. Those who love to embroider will continue to embroider, those who love to read will continue to read, those who love to write in lower case will continue to write in lower case, those who love to chat will continue to chat, and those who love to play lonely will continue to play alone.

They are all very elegant hobbies, but when these hobbies appear in the cliff at the same time, they suddenly become vulgar, because it is too noisy, too much like the street art scene in Chang'an.

Sangsang is the real hard worker today, because she is responsible for preparing the food, and under the strong request of Chen Pipi, she has made three large chicken soups.

"Master, drink quickly, this one is the freshest."

Sangsang carried a bowl of chicken soup, walked quietly to the edge of the cliff, and handed it to his hand.

Ning Que looked at her slightly tousled hair and the grass dust on her face. He couldn't help but feel distressed, and said angrily: "You can really listen to him. Chicken soup posts and chicken soup are the same thing. Is it? Chicken soup posts are sold for a lot of silver, so does this chicken soup become much more precious?"

Sangsang smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, the people in the college loved her stewed chicken soup, which made her very happy.

She exhorted: "This chicken is very good, very oily, and there is a thick layer on the soup, so it seems that there is no heat, but it is actually very hot. It won't be cold for a while. Master, you blow it cold. Drink again."

Sangsangzi went to the thatched house to prepare cold dishes and steamed buns.

The big brother walked out of the cliff, stood next to Ning Que, and looked in the direction of Chang'an City.

Ning Que passed the bowl over and said, "Brother, this is the freshest bowl."

The big brother smiled and shook his head. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Brother, in fact, I have always had a problem in my heart. I know this problem is wrong, but it is always there to make my heart a little flustered."

Ning Que said: "Brother, please tell me."

Looking at the Chang'an city in the distance, the big brother slightly frowned and asked: "Fifteen years ago, when you picked up the knife in that woodshed, did you ever think that the general's son was actually innocent."

Ning Que was taken aback for a while, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The scene was very chaotic at the time. I really didn't know what I thought at the time, but I would naturally understand this afterwards."

Then he sincerely asked for advice: "Brother, if you were in this situation, how would you choose?"

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

Ning Que knows that the big brother is speaking the truth, and sacrificing the innocent in exchange for his own survival is probably not a choice that the big brother can make.

He said, "Brother, you are a human being."

He went on to say: "Second brother is a man of lofty ideals, but it is really difficult for me to be a man of lofty ideals. I am just a selfish person, I just want to survive."

Master patted his shoulder lightly, and said: "Teacher once said that selfishness is the biggest driving force for human beings. Although I don't understand this statement very well, it must be reasonable. It cannot be said to be wrong, at least I am not qualified to say that you are wrong."

"It is not necessarily justified, but very reasonable."

The master walked to the edge of the cliff and said: "Life has no purpose, only a process, so what is right and wrong?"

The big brother said: "Right and wrong are human kindness."

The master pointed to the blue sky and a few white clouds above, and said: "The higher you fly, the smaller the image in the eyes of people on the ground, until you become inhuman, you are not even human, where What kind of human thoughts are there? If there is no need for kind thoughts, where are there right and wrong?"

The big brother shook his head and said: "Teacher, you are wrong. During your travels, you often tell me that when you leave the world, you have to stay in the world, so you must be a man. Since you are a man, you are in the world. As a member, how can there be no view of right and wrong of good and evil?"

Ning Que was surprised.

The Master never thought that the most honest apprentice would dare to say that he was wrong in person, and even slap him in the face with his own words, his angry beard fluttering, his eyes glaring and sternly scolded:

"Lee 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 younger brother, so I will have the previous words. If the teacher is not happy, I will take it back."

Ning Que listened to the side, holding a smile and enduring abdominal pain. At this moment, he really couldn't hold it anymore. He laughed out loud and waved his hands again and again and said, "You guys talk first, I'll go see the steamed buns. Nothing."

The master glared at him and said, "It's all you provoke, and you want to escape?"

After saying this, he saw the bowl of chicken soup in Ning Que's hand, and said with a faint sound, "The oil is crystal clear, and the soup is clear and rich in color. It is really a bowl of soup." /

Ning Que looked slightly stiff.

The master flicked his sleeves and snatched the bowl of chicken soup from Ning Que, drank it in one gulp without changing his face.

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, thinking that the teacher really had such a profound skill.

Immediately afterwards, the master's face changed suddenly, and he spouted all the chicken soup in his mouth with a puff, and the placket and beard were dripping with oil, looking really embarrassed.

"Hot!"

The Master screamed in anger, his tone changed a bit.

Sangsang was picking wisteria fruits under the rain corridor, and asked puzzled: "Do you want to put sugar in the chicken soup?"

There was laughter by the cliff.

…………(Volume 2 The End of Winter Lake)

(To be continued)