Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 297, New Life, Falling Rocks and Spring Tour by the Cliff

In the past few years, in order not to be noticed, Ning Que has never come to sacrifice Xiao Heizi. Now that the enemy is rewarded, even if the court knows his relationship with Xiao Heizi, he need not worry any more. [Very Literature].

The blood sea was deeply hatred, and it should be sacrificed to the parents first. However, after the **** incident, the bodies of Lin Hai and Li Sanniang, who lacked their biological parents.

Then Xiao Heizi's cemetery can be regarded as those people's cemetery.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. Sang Sang opened the **** umbrella and held it tightly with both hands, covering behind him. Ning Que squatted and took a piece of oil paper from his arms to burn it. There are many names written on the oil paper, and the people behind those names are already dead, just like this oil paper, which turned into smoke and was blown away by the wind and snow in an instant.

Sang Sang whispered, "What about the Prince, where is it?"

Ning Que looked at the burnt black paper and gray rolling on the snow and said, "He was just talking, but now he is not a prince. He paid a price. Look at him for two more years."

Sang Sang said: "Master, don't you often say you want to blame evil?"

Ning Que said: "The first evil is your teacher, but he is dead. I looked at his grave next to the master's tomb. I thought about whether to dig it, but forget it."

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When Chang'an City was shrouded in snow and wind, the deep mountains of Xiling's Kingdom were still as warm as spring. This has a certain relationship with the warm current of the sea outside Song Guodi in the east.

There is a young man standing outside the simple Taoist temple in the deep mountain. The man is very beautiful and beautiful. Although there are several striking scars on his cheeks, he is more charming.

The middle-aged Taoist on the stone steps looked at the young man and said, "Prince Longqing, do you really insist on going into hard work? Do you know what this means?"

It turned out that the young man was the Longqing prince. I saw cocoon marks and rust in the palm of his hand. Probably these days have been spent at sea.

He respectfully said: "Since it is the teacher's command, the disciples don't dare to have any violation, as long as they can see the heavenly book, it doesn't matter how much suffering and torture."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "Since it means to watch the subject, no one will stop you, but I must remind you that in your current state, if you want to read the heavenly book, you may die at any time."

Long Qing calmly said: "Uncle Shi, I am a dead person now."

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the black peach flower in Long Qing's chest and remembered the rumor that Xueya Ning lacked an arrow penetrating this man's chest. He understood the meaning of the so-called dead man in his sentence and sighed no more.

Ascending the stone steps, he entered the Taoist gate's unknowable place of observance. Although Long Qing had already known the master of observance as a teacher, his mood was still a bit tense at this time.

In the depths of the Taoist Temple, there are seven splendid grass huts. The grass huts are covered with grass, cheap and shabby. There should not be any solemn and noble atmosphere, but the grass that is covered in the grass huts here is like this. Jinyu, ignoring years of dust and wind and rain, looks extremely gorgeous.

This kind of thatch naturally has a very strong vigor of heaven and earth, can withstand the wind, rain and cold breath, can help people to calm the mind and quiet, has long been extinct in nature, can be said to be extremely precious.

There are only two extravagant places in the world that can be used to build thatched cottages. One is a thatched cottage on the lakeside where seven volumes of heavenly books are stored, and the other is the breezy hut where the Confucius lives behind.

Long Qing walked into the first thatched cottage and watched the book with the black blood sealed in the agarwood case. He could no longer keep calm, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves shivered slightly.

This classic is the first volume of the Heavenly Book: Japanese Word Volume.

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

Long Qing slowly opened the black cover. The first page that came to his eyes was a white sheet of paper. Then he opened the second page. This paper reads Liu Bai, Jun Mo, Tang ... The name of the strong man was not surprised because he had expected it in his heart, but he was silently thinking that if he wants to climb the highest peak of the spiritual path in the future, then these shiny names must become the stepping stones under his feet.

Long Qing continued to read the Japanese scroll.

Above the paper, he saw the name of Mo Shanshan, a bookworm, and then at the top of the paper, he saw the names of Ning Que and Ye Hongyu. These two names are almost completely parallel, each with broken strokes. It came out of the paper and seemed to pierce the previous page.

Looking at the three names, Long Qing ’s eyes became extremely bitter, and his breathing became heavier, but after a while, all his emotions disappeared inexplicably, and his eyes became extremely calm, becoming brighter and brighter. It is as bright as the night pearl lacquered with Kanazawa.

Winter goes to spring, and time goes by.

No one in the world knows that the dead Prince Longqing is now immersing himself in learning and learning in the observance of the unknowable place. He wakes up every morning and starts to clean the front view, then cooks food and prepares living supplies to send After watching, you can go to the seven thatched cottages to read the heavenly books after you are busy.

After reading the Japanese scroll on the first day, Long Qing never opened the scroll again, but put his own spirit and will into reading the second scroll.

One day, the spring was flourishing, and the peach in full bloom was observed.

Long Qing, who was pale, came out of the second grass hut, clutching a blood-stained towel tightly in his hand, and was about to go to the lake to meditate for a moment of recuperation.

He walked into the first thatched cottage and opened the Japanese scroll dignifiedly.

On that page of paper, the ink color of Ning Que was getting thicker and thicker, as if blood was about to permeate into the paper. Mo Shanshan ’s name left the original position and came to the top of the paper. There is a sharp stone pillar in the middle of the mountain, which seems to support the paper at any time.

Long Qing's face grew paler and his pupils shrank like a dark black hole. What shocked and angered him was not the pictures he saw but the pictures he didn't see.

He didn't see Ye Hongyu's name.

Ye Hongyu's name has gone elsewhere.

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Although the newly planted peach blossoms are far less dazzling than the rumors in the Taoshan Mountains in late spring, they are lushly wooded, and the shrine above is shrouded in greenery and looks very solemn.

On the stone shinto shrouded in green trees, a young girl came slowly. She wore a simple bun and wore a blue kimono. The cyan color was not very eye-catching, but when the kimono slowly drifted with the mountain breeze At that time, all the greens on the thousand-year-old stone trees beside Shinto had lost their colors.

The girl in her hairdo walked along the long shinto and walked up calmly. Not long after, she came to the vast flat cliff. She looked at the black ruling temple in the distance and smiled.

On the cliff in front of the temple, countless exclamations sounded.

"Ye Hongyu is back!"

"How dare this woman come back!"

"Dao idiot! Go and notify the gods!"

"Master Sir, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The Daomen girls walking slowly, their faces are extremely beautiful, the breath is simple and simple, and in the eyes of everyone, this is the most terrible picture they have ever seen.

The priests and deacons around the temple shouted in disbelief and evaded, and those who could not retreat in time bowed in consternation with horror and quivered.

Last spring, Dao Ye Yehongyu left the Xiling Temple, then she lived in Chang'an City for a while, then disappeared again, and then this spring, she returned.

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The former temple cavalry commander Chen Bachi was blinded by a paper sword, and then he was tapped by the gods and priests to break his tongue and became an authentic waste person, but he was a close believer of the Rock enemy. , So I can still live happily in the extremely realistic ruling division.

If the sun slaps on the stone steps every day, it is also a kind of happiness.

Ye Hongyu walked under the stone steps of the Temple of Adjudication, looked at Chen Bachi, who was dressed like a beggar but lying in the sun like a beggar, and said calmly, "Do you think I can come back?"

In the distance there are many priests and deacons looking at this side, but no one dared to deal with Ye Hongyu, not because Dao Ji Jiwei still survives, but because Tian Yu, the Grand Priest, returned to Taoshan last year The Thunder event caused a lot of thunder, and even had some unfamiliar contests against the Great Priest.

Chen Bachi had heard people's exclamation before. At this time, he heard Ye Hongyu's voice and 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 wanted to warn Ye Hongyu that before this is the temple, he wanted to save his life with the prestige of ruling the throne and the commander of the Rock enemy, but now he can't speak.

Even if he can speak, Ye Hongyu is not ready to listen. She just wants to enter the Temple of Adjudication, and she must climb the stone steps, and this person happens to be basking on the stone steps, so she said something.

After saying this, she walked past Chen Bachi.

There was a spring breeze, which blew the ancient woods around the temple, wrinkled the sleeves of Ye Hongyu, and a very slight wrinkle appeared on the green sleeves, shaped like a sword.

Invisible Dao sword out.

Chen Bachi's throat broke and died on the spot.

Ye Hongyu didn't look back and continued to pick up the steps.

More than a hundred priests and deacons walked under the stone steps of the temple, looked up, looked at the blue shirt slowly on the stone steps, the expression on his face was shocked.

The Black Suppression Temple is extremely tall and solemn. Compared to it, the Ye Hongyu standing in front of the temple looks so small, but she walked in calmly and naturally without any pause.

It's like going home.

When she walked into the Temple of Adjudication.

She is no longer small.

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In a house in the capital city of Dahe, the cry of babies sounded.

The maid servants in the courtyard were busy back and forth, their faces full of joy. The owner of the house is a Tang, which is a good thing for the people of Dahe, and the owner has a gentle temperament, a deep affection with his wife, and a generous stay with the person. That is the best host. Today, the host is happy, and they also happy.

The woman lying on the bed was pale and sweaty on her forehead, and she looked very tired. However, looking at the baby in her husband ’s arms, she still could n’t hide her excitement and murmured, “It ’s a pity that she is a daughter. Sons. "

The middle-aged man sitting next to the bed carried the baby and looked at his wife comfortingly: "It is best for her daughter to let her go to Mochiyuan to learn calligraphy in the future. If you have a naughty kid, it would be difficult to arrange. When will I learn to cross the wall over the courtyard, and follow the people of the rivers and lakes. "

The woman shouted, "How can it be said like 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 newly born child be ..." The woman suddenly became a little nervous and said with a slight trembling voice, "Master, are we really going back to Chang'an in autumn?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Father is old, now that we have a rest, we have to take it home to make his old man happy and happy. You don't have to worry about those that are not, everything is mine."

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

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

The middle-aged man thought of returning to Chang'an. His Majesty knew that he had a daughter. He thought of it and would grab the name. He could not help but smile and said: "Let's take a small name first."

"what is it call?"

"Pumpkins are abundant in the villages we know, so we call them small pumpkins, OK?"

"... Master has the final say."

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Crumble to the ground is to describe the birth of a new life, a stone fell to the ground, sometimes to describe the relaxed emotions generated after the event, in the Mogan Mountain in the west of the big river country, there is a quiet lake, which is the big river The most famous Mochi in the country, Mo Shanshan sits beside Mochi, holding a stone in his hand. It seems to be ready to be thrown into the lake water, and seems to be ready to be put beside him, but he is always hesitant.

On the ground beside her, seven or eight stones have been placed in disorder. The stones are round and square, with different shapes. The placement seems to be irregular, but it gives people a feeling of emptiness to the extreme. This kind of emptiness is like a stomach after five days of hunger, and like an empty wine bag.

The night breeze was blowing, Mo Shanshan's fine eyebrows were scrunching, and the thin and sparse eyelashes flickered gently. The slightly rounded cheeks had been reduced and more beautiful, but there was nothing on her pale cheeks. The feelings of self-pity and self-esteem are only extremely focused, and even seem to be particularly painful because of thinking.

Not knowing how long it took, she finally put the stone in her hand.

The stone seemed to rest randomly between the seven or eight stones on the ground, but at this moment, something very wonderful happened, just like a hungry person who suddenly ate a large bucket of hard rice for a few days, like A small knife was thrown into the wine bag, and the strong angular meaning suddenly enveloped the Mochi.

A lot of waves appeared for no reason on the calm lake surface, as if even the lake water sensed the rugged meaning that lay between the world and the people's hearts.

Mo Shanshan looked at the scattered stones next to him and knew that he had finally successfully laid out a part of the block formation. The lake-like eyes became brighter and brighter, because his red lips were tight and tight.

At this moment, she remembered the passage she wrote in the letter.

"After experiencing a lot of things, rivers and mountains have new ideas in my eyes. When we meet again on that day, the book will definitely be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder to make me disappointed."

The girl stood up, looking at the far north, thinking of the abominable guy, sweet but proud and slightly mockingly said: I know my life, can you let me down?

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It seems that such outstanding figures as Shushu Kehaoran and Master Liansheng, who are like the academy of the Academy of Classical Learning, have long since passed away, leaving only a few traces in the world, but even if only some traces, they are extremely precious wealth.

In the deserted mountains in the depths of the wilderness, Ning Que, Moshan Mountain, and Ye Hongyu all fought to kill each other and entered the Mozong Mountain Gate successively. In the process, they saw the bright priest who created Mozong under the cloth. They saw the shocking sword marks left by Mr. Ke when he broke the blocks. They saw Ke Haoran ’s book in the gate of Mozong Mountain. The most important thing was the traces of that war. They saw the living ones. Lotus.

It was a **** encounter. The three strong men of the younger generation in the spiritual world, before such old monsters, were greatly damaged both in spirit and spirit, 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 fate, Ye Hongyu bravely entered the Temple of Ruling, and must worship the Devil Sect Given by the trip to the mountain gate.

In a sense, neither the uncle Xiaoshi nor Liansheng really died. The mantle of these two peerless powerful men has been passed on to Ning Que's three people in a new way.

Standing between the cliffs of the backyard of the academy and looking at the Chang'an City in the distance, Ning Que recalled his encounters in the past two years. Unbelievable spiritual battles are all so emotional.

Then he remembered what Xiahou said before his death, frowned slightly, and felt that there was an invisible black cloud floating above the Changan City covered by the clear spring.

He thought he could not be the son of Pluto. Although he had seen Pluto in a sense in one sense, that Pluto was obviously not the same as Pluto in this world legend.

But if he is not the son of Pluto, why did the bright grand priest set off this **** storm? Why did Buddhism send people to come to see themselves and even kill themselves?

The road ahead can't be seen clearly. I don't know if Buddhism will be calm. Ning Que fists slightly and makes a decision. He will not attend the Bon Festival in autumn.

At this moment, the lively music and loud noises pulled him out of high-level emotions such as sighs of emotion and vigilance, and took him back to the scene of the spring tour.

Houshan Academy's spring tour today.

Under the organization of Confucius, no disciple dared not come. Anyway, the ban on the cliff cave has been lifted, so the brothers who love to play chess play chess in the cave, and the brothers who love to play piano and flute sing in the cave. , Continue to embroider embroidering, continue to read reading love, continue to write lowercase writing, love to continue to chat, chat to continue to play loneliness.

These are very elegant hobbies, but when these hobbies appear in the cave at the same time, they suddenly become vulgar, because it is too noisy, too much like the scene of street art in Changan City.

Today, the real hardship is Sang Sang, because she is responsible for preparing the diet, and under the strong request of Chen Pipi, she boiled three big urn chicken soup.

"Master, drink it quickly, this man is the freshest."

Sang Sang carrying the bowl of chicken soup, walked quietly to the cliff, and handed it to him.

Ning Que looked at her slightly messy hair, the grass dust on her face, and couldn't help feeling distressed, and said angrily: "Chen Pipi is completely blind, you actually listen to him, is chicken soup and chicken soup the same thing? Chicken soup The post is selling a lot of two silver, so will this chicken soup become more precious? "

Sang Sang smiled and said nothing. In fact, people in the college loved to drink the chicken soup she stewed, which made her very happy.

She urged: "This chicken is very good, it can produce oil, there is a thick layer floating on the soup, so there is no heat, but it is extremely hot, and it will not be cold for a while. You must blow it down before drinking. "

Sang Sang went to the cottage to prepare cold dishes and steamed buns.

The brother came out of the cliff cave and stood beside Ning Que, looking in the direction of Chang'an City.

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

The master smiled and shook his head, hesitating for a moment and then said: "Brother, in fact, I always have a problem in my heart. I know this problem is wrong, but it always makes me feel a little nervous there."

Ning Que said: "Brother please tell me."

The old brother looked at Chang'an City in the distance and frowned slightly, and asked, "Fifteen years ago, when you picked up the knife in that wood house, did you ever think that the general's son was actually innocent."

Ning Que froze a little, thinking for a while and then said: "The scene was very chaotic at the time. I really didn't know what I thought at the time, but naturally I will understand the truth afterwards."

Then he sincerely asked: "Brother, if you were in this situation at that time, how would you choose?"

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

Ning Que knew that Master Brother was telling the truth, and sacrificed the innocent in exchange for his own survival. It was probably not a choice that Master Brother could make.

He said, "Brother, you are a benevolent."

He went on to say: "Second Senior Brother is a Zhishi, but I am really hard to be a benevolent Zhishi. I'm just a selfish person, just thinking that I can survive."

The master patted his shoulder lightly and said: "The teacher once said that selfishness is the biggest driving force for human progress. Although I don't understand this statement very well, I think it must be justified. Your choice can't be Wrong, at least I am not qualified to say that you are wrong. "

"It doesn't have to make sense, but it makes sense."

Confucius walked to the cliff and said, "Life has no purpose, only process, and what is wrong with it?"

The brother said: "Right or wrong is human kindness."

The Master pointed to the clear blue sky and a few white clouds above, and said: "If you fly higher, the image in the eyes of the people on the ground will become smaller, until you become inhuman, you are no longer a human, and where is there? If there is no need for good intentions, where is right and wrong? "

The master shook his head and said, "Teacher, you are wrong. During the journey, you often told me that when you leave the world, how cold it is, so if you want to stay in the world, then you have to be a person. Since you are a person, you are a member of all beings in the world. How can there be a view of right and wrong? "

Ning Que was surprised.

Confucius never thought that the most honest apprentice would dare to say that he was wrong in the face, and also moved his own words to hit his face, his beard fluttering wildly, his eyes screamed and scolded:

"Li slowly! You are so bold!"

The master said nervously: "The teacher always reminds me to learn more from Junmo 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 next to him, and could not bear to laugh until he suffered abdominal pain. At that moment, he couldn't hold it anymore. He burst out laughing and waved his hands again and again: "You talk first, I'll go and see the buns. "

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

After finishing this sentence, he saw the bowl of chicken soup in Ning Que's hand and snorted, saying with admiration: "The color of the oil is crystal clear, and the soup is clear and clear. It's really a good bowl of soup."

Ning Que's expression was slightly stiff ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Confucius flicked his sleeves and snatched the bowl of chicken soup from Ning Que's hands.

Ning Que was shocked and speechless, thinking that the teacher really had profound skills.

Immediately afterwards, the Master's face changed suddenly, and the chicken soup in his mouth was sprayed out with a thud, and the clothes and beard were covered with oil and water, and he looked embarrassed.

"hot!"

The Master exclaimed angrily, his tone changed a little.

Sang Sang was picking wisteria fruit under the rain corridor. He asked, "Do you want to add sugar to the chicken soup?"

There was a burst of laughter by the cliff.

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(Volume 2 End of Winter's Lake)

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