Nightfall

Outside the city of Yangzhou, the Fuchun River has the most beautiful scenery, and the city is best seen by the thin lake scenery. At this time, it is already summer. The lotus leaves on the lake are like fields, and the willow trees on the lake are shaded.

Going to the Xiling Temple to participate in the Bright Festival * Singing and Dancing Troupe, as in previous years, still living in the Song Dynasty Beyond the Slender Lake, the atmosphere is as depressed as in previous years.

The invitation came to the four officers of the Cui valve that year. The manager did not put his hands behind him, concealing his broken finger, but placed it quietly in front of him, as if to ask these girls from Changan We can see clearly how they have been hurt because of them.

Three years ago, * zhao went to the Lanke Temple to attend the Lan Lan Festival, which coincided with the 100th birthday of Cui's grandfather. Cui valve wanted to * send a piece of nirvana that had been lost. Ning Que wrote a letter, the arrogant four things broke several fingers, and suffered a lot of board.

With the passage of time, many things have changed. Today ’s invitation to Cui valve is to invite * to Cui Yuan by the Fuchun River, to celebrate the birthday of the patriarch Cui Shi, and still indicate that they want to give them a nirvana. The grass that was able to meet each other quietly and arrogantly last time has now become increasingly low-key. Now Qinghe County is no longer a genus of Datang. The prestige of the academy is not enough to ensure the safety of the girls.

Xiao Cao looked at the priest of the Xiling Temple next to him. The priest seemed to hear nothing. Although the order he received was to bring the strokes back to the kingdom of Xiling, it did not mean that he did not want to see these proud ones. Tang Nu, was humiliated in Qinghe County.

Seeing this young girl in charge of invitations accepting the invitation, Cui Jiasi smiled with satisfaction, gently stroked the itchy finger, and walked out of the Song Family Courtyard.

Coming to Yangzhou City Street, there was a roar of noise entering the Qinglian small sedan. The four things slightly frowned, and the car curtain was lifted. Shen Sheng said, "What is Master Tang doing there?"

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Ning Que and Wang Jingluo returned to Yangzhou City. They wore straw hats and looked like ordinary people. They didn't have any eye-catching points or caused any doubt.

Walking on the street, Ning Que suddenly stopped and looked up at the four words of Qinghe Post Office written on the forehead. He could n’t help thinking of the name of Datang Post Office, where Sang Sang sent a silver ticket to Weicheng. .

Before he could feel emotion, his attention was attracted by the noise of the street. He and Wang Jingluo walked over and saw that the crowd was surrounded by several young men dressed like scholars, one of them was talking aloud, and the others were screaming at the armed forces who maintained order. After standing in the crowd and listening for a while, Ning Que realized that the young man who was talking loudly turned out to be a younger brother of Cui Feng.

The son Choi waved his arms and looked at the Yan Yan or Nan Jin people on the street with a arrogant look, and said angrily: "Why do we Tang people want foreigners to arrogant on their own land? Injured that last night Why was the little girl ’s shrine deacon sent out of Yangzhou City today? "

Those young princes holding swords looked a little hesitant, and some people in the crowd angrily refuted his opinion. Finally, they argued naturally whether the Qinghe people were Tang people.

"What blasphemy Haotian? This is the side of the Xiling Temple! Who can prove it? I have been a Tang man since I was born, and I have been proud for more than 20 years, but now I want to say that I am not a Tang man and want me to be like those from the Southern Jin Dynasty , Yan people are like humble dogs. Why should I agree! "

The crowd gradually became quieter, and Ning Que looked down with cold eyes, and found that this young man named Cui Huasheng and the young people beside him were actually the children of the valor, confirming that there are indeed many people in Qinghe County who are looking forward to Datang, especially those who do not Young man blinded by moss courtyard wall.

At this moment, the crowd gradually divided, and a green curtain sedan came in. The four members of the Cui clan lifted the curtain and watched Cui Huasheng say coldly: "Master Tang, your cousin and uncle, and hundreds of lives of my Qinghe surnames, they were buried in the Chang'an City Hall. Do you want Think of yourself as a Tang man? "

Cui Huasheng saw this person, first hesitated, and then pale and sadly said: "My wife's family, Qiu, was wiped out by your family last autumn, and more than forty people died in the family, but my nephew was only four years old and killed by you. My brother, the wife of the prefect, was alive and killed by your sticks. According to your opinion, if I still claim to be a child of the Qinghe surnames, how can I see them face to face? "

Siguan's face grew darker and he said, "Master Tang, you should know that this is my thousand-year wish to clear the river. Since then, there is no possibility of turning back. Why should you be so obsessed?"

Cui Huasheng shouted sharply: "I am so obsessed, how can you take me? Today's Qinghe is a land of no country, a land of lawlessness, can you still cure my sins?"

Si Guanshi said in a cold voice: "There is no law, there are family rules, come here, tie the young master Tang to me, and send it to the ancestral hall to deal with the tribe!"

As the words fell, a few people rushed out of the crowd, kicked the young men to the ground, tied tightly with hemp rope, **** on wooden sticks and provoked them, and walked towards the clan shrine outside the city.

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It is still the beautiful Fuchun River.

Ning Que did not realize until this time that there were many bamboo cages on the riverside, which were probably the tools for dipping the pig cages. For countless years, I did not know how many men and women were drowned alive in the beautiful Fuchun River, I don't know how many injustices there are in the soft and beautiful water plants in the river.

He stood by the river and looked at the water plants, listening to the sound of the sticks from the Cui valve ancestral hall in the rear and the people's applause. There was no change in the emotion on his face, and he turned around after a long time.

Near the ancestral hall there are nearly a thousand people. Cui Huasheng was dressed in white, his face was pale, and he was covered with blood. He was dying on the pole outside the ancestral hall and seemed to die at any time.

Wang Jingluo walked back to him.

Ning Que said: "Choosing does not necessarily mean that everyone agrees with Cui Valve's disposal, just because Cui Hua is a taller brother in his life, but today he was beaten into this miserable look except for his outerwear, and the onlookers were naturally happy."

Wang Jinglue was stunned and said: "I heard some news that Cui Huasheng was indeed a serious child of Cui valve. He married his wife Qiu Shi, but it was Ruyang Zhizhou Qiu Fangwu. On the day of the rebellion, Qiu's family was destroyed by the rebels. He was dying on the spot. "

Ning Que said: "The so-called people's hearts must be stabilized before they can win. Cui Chuang did not hesitate to let his children die, but used blood to silence the people of Qinghe County."

Wang Jingluo asked softly, "Since this is the case, shall we save?"

Ning Que said: "This man loves his wife very much, and now it is painful to live."

Wang Jingluo said: "At least he should not suffer when he is alive."

Ning Que said: "There are still two life situations on the banks of the Fuchun River. I will not take risks for this person, of course ... if he can survive this time or have some use in the future."

After saying this, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

He looked at the opposite bank of the Fuchun River and felt the fluctuations in the faintly sent in those manors. He thought that it was indeed a place with a longer history than the academy, and the details should not be underestimated.

There are two people on the Fuchun River who know his destiny. This does not make him afraid, but if he wants to do it, there must be a lot of movement, then everyone will know that he has left Changan.

At least before entering the Xiling Kingdom, he could not let people know that he had left Chang'an, otherwise the world's strong practitioners would come to try to kill him.

And after all, he signed a treaty with the Xiling Temple to ensure the safety of Qinghe County. If he kills too many people here, the temple cannot endure forever. Before the academy solved the drunkard and the butcher—the two knives that always hung above Datang's head, he had many things he couldn't do.

But there are some things he can do and should do.

As Yang Erxi said, the Tang people now go to Qinghe County, what else can they do besides murder?

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Ning Que did not enter Yangzhou City this time.

He stood in the woods outside the road, looking at the official on a white horse, silent.

The official was very young, elegant and quiet, and there were dozens of subordinates and sergeants guarding him. He immediately waved to the people of Qinghe County on the road, causing applause.

In Ning Que's eyes, the young official was ridiculous, because the official uniform he wore was still in the Datang style, but he changed some details and looked a little funny.

Even more so, Ning Que always thought that this person was funny, because his name was Zhong Dajun.

"On the day of the rebellion, he made the most credit and was the son of Yangzhou City Guard, so he got a lot of benefits afterwards. If Qinghe County announced the founding of the country, it would probably be knighted."

Wang Jingluo looked at Zhong Dajun and said.

The greater the merits during the rebellion, the more Tang people who would be killed. The officials of various levels in Yangzhou City were deceived by this person to the city guard house, and then hacked to death with the ambush.

Ning Que looked at Zhong Dajun holding the rein hand and said, "Kill him, I will leave again, you are ready in Yangzhou City, and I will be back in at most a month."

There is a broken temple outside Yangcheng Prefecture, which is also the only one.

Suddenly, two monks came to the ruined temple. One of the monks was dark-skinned and had a calm and extraordinary temperament. The other monk was blind, and his expression was dejected and silent.

Ning Que entered the Temple with Twilight.

He looked at the dark-skinned monk with a slight smile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time."

This monk is the current abbot of the Lanke Temple. The monk watching the sea monk looked at him and said with a sigh: "Everyone in the world is waiting for you to come out of the Chang'an City, so as to kill you. Came out. "

Ning Que said: "Senior Brother has been repairing for several years, don't he also get out of the temple?"

The sea monk said: "The Xiling Temple is going to hold a light festival, and Washan always has to go alone."

Ning Que said: "I also want to see the excitement."

Only then did the monk watching the sea know that he was about to go to Xiling, and he was shocked and did not know how to speak.

Ning Que looked at the back of the palace and asked, "How is he doing recently?"

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(Late later, three chapters tomorrow.)