Nightfall Chapter 156: The green trees on the top of the mountain, the crushed pastries, everything is an illusion…

Chapter 156 The green trees on the top of the mountain, the crushed pastries, everything is an illusion...

He ran between hunting villages with Sangsang on his back, battling wild animals and hunters bravely and fiercely. He smelled the stench after the Yanjing massacre and saw Xiao Zhuozi drifting away with the practitioner. He took Sangsang to Weicheng and joined the army to kill the enemy and become a military citizen.

He saw the beautiful and peaceful Subbi Lake. He and his comrades screamed and rushed forward, watching the fierce horse thieves running around like rabbits, and the gold and silver that the horse thieves robbed. It became the spoils of the frontier army and was pushed back to Weicheng.

He slaughtered pigs in Weicheng that winter. He ran to the pigsty very early, listening to the pig’s desperate howling, watching the blood pouring from the pig’s neck, and enthusiastically holding the bamboo tube to the pig under the guidance of the senior Blowing under the skin, busy all night.

Looking at the big white pig being brought into a pot of boiling water and tumbling about to shave, Ning Que squatted on the ground and looked up at Sangsang beside him, and asked, "Does it look like killing grandpa back then?"

Sangsang said: "To kill the pig is to kill first and then scald with boiling water. When killing grandpa, we scald him first and then kill."

Ning Que thought for a while, and felt that the difference was really big.

Before killing the old hunter and leaving the hunting house, at Sangsang's request, he released the two lambs.

Ning Que stood on the mountain road, in the night mist, standing in his past years.

On the long mountain road, each level of stone steps is a day that he once spent. By this time, he has gone through the first half of his life again. This is not an illusory dream, but an incomparably true reproduction. And there is always little joy in his life, filled with too much blood, carrion and death, and all the joys and sorrows of the previous seventeen years are concentrated overnight. How would it feel?

The heavy mental shock made people lost, making him often forget that he was climbing during the steps, his expression became more and more painful, and his eyes staring at the person who was near him were staring at him. In the distance, walking on the stone steps became slower and slower.

He stopped, his pupils gradually returned to normal, looked at the depths of the night fog and said: "I will kill you to see."

After saying this, he continued to step up to the next level of stone steps, and his right hand was slowly stretched into the air, into the white night mist like a veil, and he held a slender hand in the sky. The handle of the knife, and then drew out the familiar long knife in the void and slashed towards the void in front of him.

Before the blade, countless horse thieves had their heads in different places, Subi Lake was dyed red again, countless barbarians were cut off the horse, autumn grass was dyed with red icing, and familiar or unfamiliar faces were chopped into **** flesh The two halves then disappeared.

In the night fog, he killed all the way on the mountain road, from Minshan to the grassland and then back to Chang'an City. He killed the obese Yushi, killed the swordsman in Linhu Xiaozhuli, and killed The old general in the smithy.

All the objects in front of him were severed by him, whether it was the enemies who brought him painful memories, the colleagues who had fought side by side but wanted to escape, or the horse that took him deep into the grassland. The horse that Baili saved his life.

It was raining in Chunfeng Pavilion, and he silently swung his knife to kill.

It was raining in Lane 47, and he saw the black-faced kid Ji sitting in front of the gray wall.

Ning Que finally felt a little tired, a little tired, and slowly put down the long knife in his hand, looking at the deep night fog at the end of the mountain road, and muttered: "It’s not easy for people to live. It’s painful enough, why bother to let me live again?"

He looked down at Sangsang next to him, frowned, and said in pain: "I know these are hallucinations, hallucinations can't scare me, but I can't prove that these are hallucinations, so I really feel very painful. As painful as we used to."

Prince Longqing walked calmly on the top of the mountain road, his sleeves fluttered lightly, and his brows showed a slight fatigue.

When he walked into Yunwu and set foot on the first stone steps of the mountain trail, he knew that everything he saw, heard, and felt was an illusion. He thought he could see through all of this by relying on the clear mind without hindrance, so as to easily climb the mountain.

However, when he started to walk, he realized that he still underestimated the difficulty of the second floor of the academy. No matter how clear and unobstructed the Dao Heart in his chest is under the temper of Xiling Dao Fa, but if you can’t really see through , Then these illusions really exist.

Prince Longqing returned to his childhood, when he was very much loved and could run freely in the palace. The little prince always thinks that his father is the most powerful man in the world, and his mother is the most powerful woman in the world. However, a conversation he overheard in a certain year directly tore him apart. All good looks alike.

In that year, there was a sudden drought in the north of the mainland. From the wasteland to Yanbei to the north of Tang, countless hungry people were displaced. The father and the emperor had a conversation.

"King Yan, I hope that your Yan country can show its due abilities! I don’t expect your weak army to guard the border and prevent your hungry people from running into the territory of our Datang Empire, nor do you expect you to have Ability to solve the stomach problems of your own people, but at least when my Great Majesty Datang begins the disaster relief, you must at least have a rough estimate of the number of hungry people!"

The beard of the envoy of Tang Dynasty was very long, and it floated far away, which encouraged anger or arrogance: "The food provided by Tang Dynasty will arrive in Chengdu in about ten days, but if you If you don’t want all the people of Yanbei to die, you’d better think of something yourself! Don’t expect my Great Tang Empire to solve all the problems! Your Majesty has the world in mind and regards all the people as the people of Tang, but you, Yan, is not me after all As a member of Datang, we have no reason to bring all the food that our people need urgently for you to eat!"

After saying this, the envoy of Datang walked away, and the young prince Longqing stared at his back in amazement, only to realize that his father was not the most powerful man in the world. That was called Datang. Any envoy of the kingdom dared to scold his father unceremoniously.

He rushed out and asked grimly: "Father, why don't you send a soldier to kill the rebellious envoy!"

Hearing these words, the face of Emperor Yan, who had always loved him, changed suddenly. For the first and only time in his life, he slapped him.

The prince Longqing stood on the mountain road, thinking of the four words on the stone at Chaimen outside the fog, and laughed mockingly, and said: "A gentleman does not fight? How can a gentleman not fight? But everyone who does not fight is dead, how can he be a gentleman ?"

The mountain road is long, like a long life.

If Prince Longqing’s life was stripped of the golden coat of genius, it would be extremely boring and lacklustre. I don’t know if it was the slap on the face of the Yan Emperor, or the many things I saw later. The little prince is no longer as naughty and cute as he was in the past, but has become silent and hardworking, and he has gradually learned that no matter what you see, Able to remain calm and unconcerned.

The bicolor-eyed cat raised by the queen died after stealing a piece of cake on the plate. Because of this incident, the entire palace maid was killed by a rod. He sat quietly in the arms of the queen, listening to the courtyard. There was the sound of the stick hitting, the screaming and crying, reached out to the plate and grabbed a melon seed, carefully peeled it, blown off the puffy skin and sent it into the lips, as if not knowing that the piece of cake should have been different.

Later, more and more people died in the palace. All the maids and maids around his prince brother, I don’t know how many batches were changed, or how many lazy cats in the palace died. , His maidservant was killed by someone, and other people's maidservant was killed by his mother's queen, all these things could not trigger his mood swings, as if it had nothing to do with him.

One day, Prince Longqing began to show off his spiritual talents. He was regarded as a treasure by the priests of Xiling Temple in Beijing. He decided to take him back to Xiling Tianyuyuan to study. On his way away, he went to the Moon Wheel and the Southern Jin Dynasty. I saw a lot of things.

The lilies in the Moon Wheel Palace were poured with boiling water and burned to death. The gardener in charge of looking at the flowers was thrown directly into the tumbling pot of boiling water by the furious Aunt Qu Nimadi. One of the disciples of Southern Jin sword sage Liu Bai was expelled from the teacher's gate, and he had a caesarean section in the street, and his intestines rushed out.

The prince Longqing looked at these calm expressions with a very calm expression. In his opinion, this was not indifference or cold-bloodedness, but the qualities necessary to maintain his Taoist heart to be clear enough to pass the sky.

In the night fog, Prince Longqing looked at the approaching mountain top with a mocking smile on his face, and said proudly: "Except for Haotian, there is nothing in the world that can make me awe and fear, and nothing can make me feel alive. Pity, if so, how can this mountain road stop me?"

Prince Longqing walked slowly on the mountain road, slowly repeating his life. He went to the Tianyuyuan. Because the priest who loved him lost power in the internal fighting of the temple forces, he also became the object of suppression. Discriminated against during the first six months.

It's just re-experiencing the scenes that made him difficult to suppress his anger, and now he has been able to achieve absolute peace. Being ridiculed and ridiculed by others, he remained calm, but used death and failure to calmly return this humiliation to the opponent during the Tianyuyuan Grand Competition.

He entered the adjudication department and began to hunt down those apostates and heretics.

With a whip of thorns, whipped on the girl's smooth and delicate back, tearing open the horrible blood mouth, he stood outside the prison and watched calmly, calmly.

A student from the Tianyu Academy was convicted of apostasy for uttering disrespect to the teacher in private, and was fined for permanent confinement in a dark water prison. He personally pushed the formerly affectionate partner into the water , And then listening to the endless screams and screams of guilt and anger, he calmly walked into the sunlight outside the prison, his face calm.

An old demon sect's remnants were finally caught by the temple ruling division after living in a secluded mountain village for 60 years. Prince Longqing personally tied him to the wooden platform, carefully keeping the chains away from the old man’s old body The wound after being tortured and then lit the firewood under the wooden stage.

On the blazing flame, the subordinate of the Judgment Division snatched a baby from the arms of the young mother, then stabbed the young chap to death with a road stick, and finally threw the baby into a puddle of flesh on the ground , He watched this scene quietly, calmly.

The one who cultivates the Tao is outside the world. He stands outside the world and sees the world's affairs. How can the world's affairs disturb his heart? He worships Haotian and punishes the sins of the world. He firmly believes that all the people he kills are worthy of sin. Where can there be mercy?

It was late at night, and many people who watched the opening ceremony of the second floor in Qianping of the Academy have left. Although great figures like His Royal Highness the Prince of Tang, Princess Li Yu, and Priest Li Yu are still waiting for the final result in silence, only two people remain on the mountain road at this time, and they have nothing to do with many countries. Why should the envoy wait so hard?

Naturally, the students in the academy did not leave. They looked at the mountain silently, with very complicated expressions on their faces.

Zhong Dajun looked at Xie Chengyun, who was supported by Jin Wucai, and looked at the disappointed expression on his face. He sighed and said, "Chengyun, let’s go back. There is nothing good to look at. Could that guy Ningque really win? The prince of Longqing will not succeed?"

Jin Wucai looked at Xie Chengyun worriedly. She knew that although this man was gentle on the outside, he was so arrogant and conceited in his bones. Today, he gave up halfway through climbing, and compared with Prince Longqing, everyone was awkward. I was afraid that the spirit would be greatly affected. Blow. What she worries even more is whether this man will be depressed after discovering that Ning Que is much better than herself.

Xie Chengyun shook his head, looked at the back mountain in the college that was not clear at all in the night, and said: "I want to see the results."

Suddenly someone let out an extremely suppressed exclamation.

I don’t know when all the clouds in the night sky dissipated, and the clouds and mists on the mountainside also dissipated for a moment. The starlight shining on the winding and steep mountain path actually illuminated all the stone steps. Clearly Chu.

After a very short period of time, the clouds and mists in the mountains gathered again, and the mountain road was strictly covered again, and it was no longer possible to see what was inside.

But in this moment, it was enough for many people to see the two figures on the stone steps of the long mountain road. One of them has reached the very high point of the mountain road and is about to approach the top of the mountain. The figure should be Prince Longqing, and the back should be The figure of Ning Que was still crawling hard in the middle of the mountain road, very far from the top of the mountain.

Because of a strange psychology, many people in the academy sighed with relief, and some murmured: "Fortunately, Ning Que is still inferior to Prince Longqing."

Chang Zhengming glanced at the man coldly and said, "I only now start to doubt whether it was a mistake to study with you people instead of continuing to work in the Yulin Army. Yes, we used to think that Ning Que It’s useless. I think there is a problem with his character, but this does not mean that we should hope that he will fail in order to dilute our humiliation afterwards."

He said with a face like iron: "Don’t forget that Ning Que is from the Tang Dynasty. He is a member of our academy. Prince Longqing is from Yan and a member of Xiling. I feel ashamed now, and you don’t know how to be ashamed. , It makes me feel humiliated."

The starlight illuminates the picture of the mountain road, naturally, it can't escape the eyes of the priests and college teachers.

Since Ning Que started climbing, people who knew he could not practice have not stopped talking and taunting. When he surpassed one young practitioner on the mountain path, these talking and taunting became much smaller. After he finally managed to enter the mountain fog and became the only one still competing with Prince Longqing on the mountain road, there was a long silence in the field.

"From the daytime climbing to the evening, depending on the kid’s speed, I’m afraid he won’t be able to climb to the top of the mountain after another half a month. Now the prince is about to climb to the top, why not just announce that he is on the second floor. Do you want people like us to stay with us?"

I don't know why, the priest Mo Li, who was originally proud and calm because of his full confidence, suddenly felt a little restless in Dao Xin, a little irritable, impatiently patted the back of the chair, stood up and said in a deep voice.

Li Yu didn’t even bother to look at him, and said mockingly: “If you’re not in a hurry, you can let Prince Longqing fly directly to the top of the mountain. As long as he goes to the top of the mountain first, where can you use Guan Ningque? But if Prince Longqing doesn’t To climb to the top of the mountain, no matter whether Ning Que climbs or jumps, no matter how long he has to climb, I think you better not say too many meaningless opinions, priest."

The priest Mo Li was furious, but there was nowhere to go, so he had to sit back in his chair.

In the meadow under the stars, Sang Sauna squatted by the road with a **** umbrella, turning the handle of the umbrella lightly in boredom.

At this moment, the young monk named Wudao walked out of the academy.

He saw Sangsang squatting down the road, his eyes lit up, his body suddenly turned into a stone statue, and he couldn't take a step anymore, so he watched quietly until his eyes became obsessed. To panic.

A long, long time passed.

He looked at Sangsang’s dark little face, and at the fine yellow hair floating on her forehead, with his hands clasped together, in the most gentle and sincere manner, he praised: "This Girl, you gave birth to really beautiful."

Sangsang stood up with the **** umbrella and looked around in confusion. It took a long time to confirm that the monk was praising him. He raised his brows slightly, and Liu Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at him seriously. : "Don't curse."

Enlightenment smiled slightly, and He Shi Yili said: "I have insight and can recognize Shizhongyu. The girl misunderstood."

Sangsang was slightly ashamed of the three words Shi Zhongyu, and then seriously reminded: "Even if I look good in your eyes, don't praise people like this in the future, because this sentence is now in Chang'an. Used to swear."

"Why is this?" Wudao asked in surprise.

Sangsang didn't like his burning gaze a little, turned around and looked at the academy, and ignored him.

Enlightenment turned to her and asked gently: "Girl, who are you waiting for."

"My Master."

Enlightenment said seriously: "Girl, no one in the world is qualified to make a woman like you wait, except me."

Sangsang glanced at him and said: "You have gone down the mountain, my young master is still on the mountain, so you are not as good as him."

"I don't want to enter the fog." Wudao explained seriously, and suddenly thought of something, and asked doubtfully: "The young master you are waiting for is the college student named Zhong Dajun?"

Sangsang looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Not bad."

Enlightenment said with a serious face: "Very well, I said that I would kill him when I was on the mountain. Now it seems that I have one more reason to kill him."

Sangsang turned his head and ignored him.

"Girl, seeing your beautiful face like the night, I suddenly thought of a love poem."

Enlightenment stared at her side face ignorantly, and muttered slowly: "The woman in my mind, if you are willing to go to practice Buddha, I am willing to become a young man again, and then go to the mountain hanging in the air to shave Once, let a few more scars on the head, the woman I like, if you are willing to practice, I would like to become a teenager again, go to the chaos after Taoshan, wash the shoes for the proud man with the wooden sword. "

Sangsang didn't hear what he was talking about. Looking at the back mountain of the academy in the dark, she seemed to feel the sadness that Ning Que was going through. Her brows frowned slightly, and she looked very painful.

"Girl, I can’t wait with you any longer, I can’t watch you waiting so painfully, I decided to take you away, take you to the end of the world, to the cape, I will accompany you to the tide and the tide. , Okay?"

After saying these words, he had a solemn expression. He didn't wait for Sangsang to answer at all. He reacted. He stretched his palm to her neck, his fingertips roared, and although it was not hurtful, he did so. The meaning of a coma.

Suddenly, the monk sleeve on the arm he stretched out burned fiercely, instantly burning the monk sleeve into patches of gray and black butterflies, and then followed the wind, leaving only a white, smooth arm!

Enlightenment made a strange cry, turned into an afterimage and retreated more than ten feet, staring at the bottom of the meadow with palpitations, gritted his teeth and asked: "Who?"

There was a sudden sound of horseshoes, tearing through the tranquility of the college night. The black carriage was very strange, with various complicated decorations carved on the carriage, and the horse-drawn carriage went uphill, which seemed very relaxed. The smoke and dust did not pick up, as if hanging in the air.

Datang magician Yan Se, with an indifferent expression, retracted the hand that had been stretched out of the car window, the symbolic meaning drawn by his fingers in the air was still lingering, and the green grass beside the road became scorched at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dry up.

"The obscene monk enlightened the Tao, if you still dare to stay in the territory of my Datang, don’t blame me for cutting you with one slash with the well character."

Wu Dao guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, his expression instantly became dignified, standing in front of him with a single palm, and defending himself: "I am a love monk enlightenment, but I am not an adulterous monk. Master Yan must use his elder status Can't you do it?"

"Since you are from that place deep in the wasteland, how many monks in the world can crush you with their own generation?"

The rune master Yan Se slowly got out of the carriage, looked at the young monk indifferently, and said, "But I guess you are a useless thing from the sidelines. Actually, the monastery didn’t even tell you the rules. Remember from now on, this is Datang, this is Chang'an. If you dare to make trouble at the gate of the academy, even if I kill you, the people in the temple will not dare to fart."

After saying this, he looked at Sangsang who was holding the **** umbrella tightly beside the road, frowned and said, "Are you Ning Que's maid?"

Sangsang nodded.

Yan Se said: "Why wait outside? Follow me in."

Sangsang replied: "I heard no."

At this time, Yan Se knew that Ning Que was still on the mountain road, feeling very upset and nervous. Hearing this, he said in a deep voice: "Follow me in! I want to see, the master and the boss are not at home, this broken academy Who else will stop me!"

Prince Longqing walked out of the mist.

He raised his eyes and saw a gentle forest all around, and a rock that appeared steeply between the sky and the earth in front of the mountain road.

Step on that rock, it should be considered a successful summit.

He was about to continue, when he suddenly touched his heart, sorted his clothes, turned around, and bowed to a big tree far away by the road.

Under the starlight, the top of the mountain is as bright as day, and clouds and mist are constantly flowing below, like water.

There is a person sitting under the big green tree. Because they are too far away, I can’t see the face clearly. I can only feel that they are not too old, but they are wearing a very ancient robe on his head. Wearing a tall ancient crown, the weather is solemn.

Prince Longqing didn’t know who that person was, but when he left the Xiling Temple, the head teacher reminded him that the students in the mountain behind the academy are by no means ordinary practitioners. Be cautious. The person under the tree can be on the top of the mountain. Waiting for climbers, the identity is naturally honorable.

The man under the tree said calmly: "I rank second."

Listening to these words, Prince Longqing's expression remained unchanged, but there was an uproar in his heart. He remembered some legends that the woman had told him, and remembered the second senior brother who was extremely proud and strong in the legend, and then he politely politely, but this thought was lower than before.

"You are very good." The second senior under the green tree said calmly: "You are absolutely qualified to enter the back mountain of the academy."

Even though he was born as proud as the Longqing prince, thinking that the person who commented on him was the second brother of the college, he couldn't help feeling happy.

"As long as you climb the big rock, you will be successful at the summit, but there is a fellow of yours in the fog. You can climb the mountain by yourself or wait for him. It seems unfair to let you wait for him. , But what I can tell you is that this big rock is difficult to climb, more difficult to walk than the mountain road you have walked, so you'd better adjust and rest first."

Hearing that there is a fellow traveler in the fog, Prince Longqing frowned slightly. In his calculations, apart from the monk, no one should be able to reach the top of the mountain today. Those mediocre people even the fog. Can't get on. Since the monk is not convenient to enter the fog because of his identity, who is actually able to keep up with him?

Senior Brother Shuxia said calmly: "The choice is yours, you can go climbing first."

Prince Longqing muttered for a moment, then reverently bowed, and then sat down cross-legged to express his attitude.

In the Yewu Mountain Road, Ning Que looked at Zall, who was sitting under the gray wall with a wet body and slightly undulating chest. He looked at his pale face and the breath of death in his eyes. After a long silence, he said:" I can slash you, but why should I slash it? Two brothers in the world, you are dead, why bother to stop my way, I can do all the rest of your mess after I go up."

Zall leaned against the gray wall and looked at him with a bleak smile, his chest rising and falling more and more violently, his lips making a **** ho.

"Fake, these are fake, what do I need to prove that these are fake?"

Ning Que stood on the mountain road with his head bowed, standing in the night fog, standing in the spring rain of Lin 47 Lane.

Suddenly he raised his head and said, "Where is Sangsang?"

Sangsang stood beside him, looked up at him with a black face, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Ning Que looked ahead and said, "Sangsang, take out all the money in the family. We will find a good cemetery for Xiao Heizi, and then get him a nanmu coffin to kill him."

Sangsang said: "Okay...but Master, Master Heizi is dead, there is no way to die beautifully."

Ning Que said: "Anyway, he has lived again, so why not die again?"

After saying this, he walked to the gray wall, raised his knife to the sky and then whizzed down, cutting down the drow head, cutting off the gray wall wet by rain, cutting off all illusions, revealing The steep road that leads directly to the top of the mountain.

Then he looked around and found that Sangsang was gone.

"I said that all of this is an illusion, I can't scare me."

Ning Que looked at the real mountain road in front of him, and said to the end of the night fog, as if to explain it to them: "The Sangsang in my memory is a perfect little maid, but the real Sangsang Sang is definitely not that way. You can stimulate my own brain to create a real environment, but I don't know that not all things in my own brain are real."

A puzzled voice came from the fog: "Although I don't know what you thought just now, how do you judge that it is fake sangsang?"

"Because the true Sangsang is kind, but she will never be willing to spend all her money in the house for a dead person. Zhuoer can't do it, she can't, not even me."

Ning Que smiled, then raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and walked up the mountain.

The top of the mountain covered by Yinhui, a tree in the east and a tree in the west, are hardy coniferous forests, not tangerine peel's favorite jujube tree.

Prince Longqing sat on the grass to adjust his breath and cultivate thoughts, closing his eyes tightly.

A very faint voice sounded behind the green tree in the distance: "Brother, thank you."

The second senior, sitting cross-legged in front of the green tree, looked calm and solemn, and said indifferently: "This kind of innocuous little back door can be opened occasionally. Besides, Long Qing is always one step ahead of Ning Que. Let him wait. The last period of time is considered fair."

As the academy’s famous saying: The rules are to see who has the hardest fist, so since it’s the exam on the second floor of the academy, the so-called fairness is actually just the opinion of some people.

Prince Longqing went up the mountain for a while before Ning Que, but he waited a long time at the top of the mountain.

The stars in the night sky gradually moved, and time passed by.

I don't know how long it took, and the thick fog below the mountain road flowed.

Prince Longqing opened his eyes and looked.

Where the night mist was scattered, Ning Que, in ragged clothes, walked slowly along the mountain road, his face was blue and purple, like a beggar who had been driven down the mountain by a bad dog many times, and looked extremely embarrassed.

Prince Longqing looked at his face, remembered who he was, and slowly stood up, his right hand in his sleeve was slightly clenched.

Ning Que took out the cakes wrapped in the handkerchief from his arms, stuffed his mouth to replenish his energy, and walked towards the top of the mountain, not forgetting to greet the people under the green trees over there with blurred teeth: "Sorry, Come late, come late."

Then he saw Prince Longqing and said in surprise: "Great, so you are still here."

Ning Que handed the pastry to him and asked, "Would you like to have a piece?"

Prince Longqing looked at the weirdly crushed cakes in the handkerchief, silently not knowing what to say.