At midnight, the snowflakes outside stopped falling. The bright moonlight shone through the layers of thick fog and the eaves and fell on the young man's thin body.

The young man moved slightly, his head was covered with beads of sweat, and the veins on his neck popped out, as if he was suffering from pain.

'This is the ninth mountain, and only the largest one remains.'

Beside the extinguished bonfire, the young man was leaning on a pillar and silently running the Mountain Moving Art, absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth to continue to temper the impurities in his body. However, the more he practiced, the more serious the curse in his body became. Now even his right hand

My legs were covered with abscesses.

The young man looked inside himself, and a high mountain appeared in front of Jiang Xiansheng's eyes. He turned back to look at the nine peaks behind him that had turned into shadows; his eyes were firm. "Isn't it just a mountain? Let me move it to you!"

In the early morning, Jiang Xiansheng got up early, went to the extinguished fire, filled a bundle of clean firewood, set up a pot, and boiled yesterday's leftover porridge for breakfast.

This is something he does every day and has now become a habit.

By the time everyone got up, they had already smelled the fragrant aroma of white porridge. They sighed at how delicious it was and crowded around Jiang Xiansheng to grab the bowls.

"To be honest, I really can't bear to leave you, a silly boy!" One of the thin men, known as Lao Liu, joked.

"That's it! That's it!" The people on the side also shouted.

Ignoring everyone's jokes about him every day, he picked up a bowl of white porridge and came to the Taoist priest who was sitting on the mat beside him, "Taoist priest, drink some porridge."

Dao Gong smiled and took the bowl from the young man's hand and placed it on the ground aside.

"Let's set off after finishing this bowl of rice! It's a long journey, so if we go early, we can return early."

The young man nodded, naturally he had not forgotten this matter.

When he returned to the pot and poured a bowl for himself to drink, he saw Dao Gong calling the man called the boss to come to him and whispering something in his ear.

The boss seemed a little surprised, but he still went behind the Buddha statue in the temple, took a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat and handed them to the Taoist Master.

It seemed that everyone's eyes were attracted to those two items, and they all looked as surprised as the boss.

Dao Gong stood up, took his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, came to Jiang Xiansheng's side, and said softly

"I know you don't like your appearance to be naked. Even if it hasn't rained yet, it might look a little strange, but it's better than a piece of rag."

A warm current surged through Jiang Xiansheng's heart. He clearly felt wary of him yesterday, and he felt a little guilty when he thought about it.

"What are you thinking about? It's time to go!" Dao Gong patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder.

The young man then got up and put on his raincoat and bamboo hat, with a smile on his face. This was the happiest morning the young man had had in a month, and the most sincere smile he had ever had.

The snow that fell last night has not melted yet. When we walked out of the temple, it was covered with white snow. The footprints on the ground, one big and one small, told the story of Jiang Xiansheng and his two men heading north.

At this time, everyone in the temple looked at the backs of the two people who were walking away, and they all said goodbye to each other silently. They all knew the meaning of taking that silly boy to the Dao Gong's wife, and their eyes were full of joy.

The thin man known as Lao Liu looked at Dao Gong's disappearing back. The corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly involuntarily, and his eyes became a little fiery.

"Lao Liu, when Dao Gong left, he told me to watch you until he comes back in the evening." The boss looked at Lao Liu who was about to move in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Only then did Lao Liu's eyes regain clarity. He nodded silently and returned to the temple to lie down against the pillar. He changed his usual happy smile.

The remaining four people stood together and looked at each other. Dao Gong once told them when he brought Lao Liu that if one day he goes out and has not come back by the time of his death, he must stay as far away from Lao Liu as possible, as far away as possible.

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After passing through a lively market, the sound of drums and gongs still lingered in my ears.

"Where are we going?" asked the young man in a raincoat.

He had been walking for nearly half a day, passing through a town and crossing two mountain peaks.

"Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?" The strong voice was mixed with gentleness.

The young man shook his head, "No! I'm not tired."

Since practicing the mountain-moving art to move the ninth mountain away from his body, his body has become more and more powerful. Although it is not as good as the 90% state of body training of normal people, it can be regarded as 30% or 40%.

"We're just ahead, Huangniugang, located in the north of Bafeng Town."

The middle-aged man pointed to a small hill not far ahead.

The boy followed the direction of his finger and looked over. There was a plaque stuck diagonally in the dirt beside the road. It looked shabby and old, as if no one had cared about it for many years. The word "Niugang" was engraved on it.

"I used to live here, with my wife."

When Jiang Xiansheng said this, he could clearly feel the sadness in Dao Gong's eyes that had always been calm.

The young man followed Dao Gong and continued walking towards the hillside, passing through the dense woods on both sides of the mountain and arriving at a flat land on the hillside.

Beside it are tall bamboos, with roots as strong as the mouth of a bowl, standing in front of a dilapidated bamboo house, as majestic as the warriors guarding the place.

The young man clearly saw bamboos, bamboo houses, and a small slope with tombstones.

It's just that the tombstone has been broken into half, and only the word Xiaoyun can be vaguely seen on it.

Dao Gong came to the tombstone and squatted down, gently stroking the tombstone with his hand, "You must be curious about why I brought you to this place, right?"

The young man also came to the tombstone and looked firmly at the Taoist priest who was stroking the tombstone with an evil look in his eyes, "If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to know!"

"I once had a son!" Dao Gong said with some nostalgia.

"He should be about the same age as you at that time, or a little younger than you. He has a nice name called Ye Chengnian."

"He is so funny. He has been pestering me since I was a child, running here and there, shouting "Daddy, Daddy" every day. It seems that in his eyes, my father is God and everything to him."

"Slowly, he grew up, and his appearance also grew. He is a very handsome boy. He is very good-looking, but he doesn't look like me, more like a scholar."

The Taoist said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile. He slapped the tombstone hard, and suddenly the tombstone became shorter.

This was the first time Jiang Xiansheng saw Dao Gong angry. It was scary but also desolate.

"Until the last moment, she never said she loved me. Looking at her miserable but determined look, I failed."

Jiang Xiansheng's body was obviously startled, and he felt a little dizzy. In his mind, after getting along with him for a month, he thought that Daogong was an extremely kind person.

"You killed her! Killed your wife?" Jiang Xiansheng's words were trembling.

Looking at Jiang Xiansheng, who looked a bit ugly under the bamboo hat, Dao Gong's expression returned to calm.

"I told you when we met that ugly people can also be kind, and kind people can also be twisted."

"Don't judge a person's heart based on his appearance. A hidden knife in his smile may kill you."

Jiang Xiansheng still couldn't accept it in his heart. He stood up suddenly, took off his bamboo hat and revealed his terrifying face, "What about your child? He is so young, why haven't you let him go?"

"He had a knife in his hand and stood in front of me and his mother, telling me to let go of his mother."

"Looking at the child who once regarded himself as everything, now holding a knife against his father, and the wife I loved so much who was strangled by my neck showed a relieved smile."

"I never loved you, and he was never your child!"

At this point, Mr. Dao stopped talking. He looked apologetically at the angry-looking Jiang Xiansheng in front of him. I am such a person, a devil.

"Why? Why?" Jiang Xiansheng clenched his fists and looked into Dao Gong's eyes, which seemed to be filled with fire.

"Why are you doing this! In this case, you will be just like those people! Same and deserve to die!"

Jiang Xiansheng's eyes flashed to the scene when his parents were killed, and recalling the faces of those people, his face was distorted with anger.

"I love her so deeply that I can give up everything for her, but she still loves that scholar so much, even though they have only been together for less than half a year."

"Ten years of relationship can't compare to his sudden appearance in half a year. What a joke!"

"Then you shouldn't kill her!" Jiang Xiansheng's tone became heavier and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Under Jiang Xiansheng's murderous eyes, Dao Gong slowly took off his clothes. There were scars on his muscular body, which were so dense that it made people's scalp numb. "Whenever I feel regret, I

It will mark a mark on your body."

Jiang Xiansheng was a little distracted. Looking at the scars of the man in front of him, his eyes were confused. The Taoist in his mind had long since collapsed, and his firm belief had also been shaken.

This was not what he wanted to know, why the world was still so twisted.

"Everyone has his or her unknown side, I just don't want to hide it anymore."

"Why are you telling me this? Am I not a stranger to you that you have never met before?"

Daogong's eyes finally showed some tenderness, and he raised his arms gently, as if he wanted to caress Jiang Xiansheng's face from afar.

"Even though your face is covered with oozing abscesses, I can still tell that you have some resemblance to my child."

"Maybe it's my heart that's at work. The first time I saw you, I regarded you as my own child."

A cool breeze blew through Jiang Xiansheng's body, making him shiver with the coldness. At the same time, the sky was already a little dark, and a drop of rain fell on Jiang Xiansheng's face. He raised his head and looked at the increasing intensity of the rain, which was flowing down his face.

His face fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!