In a bamboo house, an oil lamp emits a dim light, reflecting two figures in Ningjia Village South School.

Ning Wuque looked at Ning Feng who was looking for something in the cabinet in confusion, not understanding what Ning Feng suddenly called him here for.

After searching for a while, Ning Feng took out a dusty wooden box from the depths of the cabinet, lifted it with both hands, Ning Feng gently blew away the dust on it, swept it with his sleeves, revealing the dense patterns on the box.

When Ning Wuque saw that his face changed slightly, not because the material of the box was a rare thousand-year agarwood, but because the patterns on the box were the demonic texts in the demon clan.

Feeling Ning Wuque's changing expression, Ning Feng sighed softly and handed the wooden box to Ning Wuque, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Take it, this is your thing. When you were taken away by Taoist Baiyun, your mother and I discussed it. You don't belong to this world after all. This wooden box was left to you by your biological mother."

Ning Wuque was stunned, stared at Ning Feng, and stuttered: "Old...teacher... do you know my identity?"

"You are the one I have raised, why don't you know?" Ning Feng smiled lightly and said, "Sit down, I know you must have many questions now, and it's time to tell you."

Ning Wuque didn't care about etiquette, sat on the chair, looked at Ning Feng, and had more guesses in his heart. In fact, these guesses had already appeared when Baiyun Temple confirmed that he was a demon.

Ning Feng took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and told him in a casual manner.

Sixteen years ago, wars broke out everywhere in the world. The Sui Dynasty ruled in a mess and demons danced. Ning Feng was a scholar who took the exam. Unfortunately, the powerful ministers were in power at that time. Ning Feng unfortunately failed the exam. He studied hard for many days and nights. Ning Feng was extremely lost, with a desire to die, and wanted to jump into the river to commit suicide.

Unexpectedly, on the night he was about to jump into the river, he met a woman chased by a demon on the road. The woman stepped on a flying sword and had a newborn baby in her arms. In desperation, the woman gave the baby to Ning Feng, and made up for the baby's life experience. After leaving a wooden box, she led the demon to escape.

He was devoted to reading the books of sages. After this incident, Ning Feng was frightened and returned to Ningjia Village in a daze. It happened that Ning's mother gave birth at that time and the fetus died. Ning Feng handed the baby over to Ning's mother for raising it. In the blink of an eye, it took sixteen years.

"That baby is you, your father is a wolf demon, your mother is a monk, and this wooden box is left to you by your mother. For so many years, my sister-in-law and I have always thought that you can marry and have children quietly like mortals. Unfortunately, you do not belong to the mortal world after all." Ning Feng sighed lightly.

After listening to it, Ning Wuque's doubts finally revealed that his parents were both mortals, so how could he have the blood of a demon wolf? Behind this, there is indeed a deeper story.

It turned out that the mother and the teacher had always known their identity. Ning Wuque sighed, looked at Ning Feng, and said, "The teacher knows that Wuque is a monster, aren't you afraid?"

"Fear!" Ning Feng nodded and then said, "I'm afraid that because of my kindness, I would bring disaster to Ningjia Village. The human demons have different paths. But I also believe that in addition to the blood of the demon clan, you also have half of the bloodlines. What's more, you are my most proud disciple. Just call you the teacher just now, I knew that Ning Feng was not wrong."

Ning Feng's frankness made Ning Wuque feel guilty. What is the style of a gentleman? This is.

"No matter what Wuque is, my mother is still Wuque's mother, the teacher is still Wuque's teacher, and Ningjia Village is still Wuque's home."

Ning Wuque stood up and worshiped Ning Feng respectfully. He knew why Ning Feng was so honest.

As Ning Feng said, the human demon has different paths. Ning Wuque staying in Ningjia Village will only bring disaster to Ningjia Village. Even Ning Wuque still has great revenge and his biological mother died at the hands of the demon. Whether it is revenge or the demon coming to find him, it will only make Ningjia Village uneasy.

Ning Feng is not a saint, he brought Ning Wuque back, but he did not want to bring danger to the village. Ning Wuque was taken away by Taoist Baiyun. The most nervous thing was that he couldn't sleep or eat these days. He knew that no matter whether Ning Wuque would come back or not, he could no longer let Ning Wuque stay in Ningjia Village.

On January 15th, there was a second incident. Ningjia Village is a paradise and is also a Ningjia Village shared by hundreds of people in the Ning family. Ningfeng could not ignore the safety of Ningjia Village just because Ning Wuque was his student.

"These days, the teacher has been thinking, how great it would be if you didn't awaken your other half of the demon clan's bloodline." Ning Feng's eyes were filled with sadness.

If Ning Wuque had not awakened the bloodline of the demon clan, there would not be so many incidents. Ningjia Village will produce another scholar and an ordinary Ning family.

Ning Wuque smiled. There is everything in this world, but there is no if, no if.

"Teacher, I will leave after the county exam. It can be said that I will be studying abroad."

Ning Feng nodded and said, "You have really grown up, it's okay. You'll leave after the county exam."

"Where is my mother?"

Ning Wuque sighed softly. He didn't know what to say. He was an orphan in his previous life. When he came to this world, he had a mother, but he had not really enjoyed the warmth of home. Why did good things take so long? It took only a few days to separate again.

Things in the world are impermanent, and what you have will be lost.

Ning Wuque has gained the power of the demon, but he will lose the warmth of home. If Ning Wuque has made a choice, he is more willing to choose the latter. Unfortunately, God has made a choice for him and has already made arrangements for him.

Ning Wuque felt powerless, and the feeling of fate being controlled by himself appeared again. In the dark, there seemed to be a thread leading him, walking forward along the established trajectory that he was unwilling to take.

"If I had peerless cultivation and if I could dominate the world, wouldn't anyone be able to control my destiny?"

Ning Wuque asked himself, he didn't know the answer, but he suddenly wanted to give it a try, why not give it a try?

"I will take care of my elder sister-in-law, don't worry."

Ning Feng was relieved. Even if Ning Wuque was a monster, he should be a good monster. Then it would be worthy of his teaching him for so many years and to save others and do good. Isn’t it also a mystery of Confucianism?

He nodded silently. Ning Wuque knew that his mother asked him to come to the teacher, and the two had already agreed.

There are some things that are necessary and forced to force them. Which mother is willing to force their children out of the house? Ning's mother really couldn't say it, so she asked Ning Feng to do it for her.

A demon is a demon, a human is a human, and there are certain numbers in the world. The different paths of humans and demons are, and the eternal truth is that the people in Ningjia Village are more important than Ning Wuque?

After coming out of Ning Feng's school, Ning Wuque was in a heavy mood and kowtowed three times to the school. Ning Feng had been teaching for sixteen years and could not repay him. After today, he might not meet again. Who can predict the future?
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