The moonlight is like a front, the wind is no longer, the snow is still the same, the blood stains on the snow are clear and thrilling, and the decision in the temple is dead, and occasionally there is a sound of stone walls ..
The middle -aged Taoist walked on the terrace, and Xiong Chumo and [***] also came over. The three looked at the abyss under the column, watching the fog under the moonlight and the snow on the wall.
Old tree, silent for a long time.
Then they left each, did not talk, and did not look at it -Ning Que jumped down, Haotian jumped down, Ye Hongyu jumped down tonight, Ning Que and Haotian could live, she could not live.
Since death is the only ending, you don't need to care about it anymore.
It ’s just that people are dead and things have n’t finished. She is a dealer. Her death will cause a lot of incidents. Daomen now has a lot of things to deal with. Xiong Chumo will start to prepare to suppress the anger of the town. [***] Sea
To assist in the situation of re -stabilizing Tao Shan from the side, and the middle -aged Taoist will gather the will of Daomen again.
What's more important is that with the battle of tonight, with the death of Ye Hongyu, Daomen began to formally destroy the Protestantism, and the war between Tang and the academy will also officially begin.
The three of them left, the severe temple of damaged, and responded to the loneliness of no one again. Naturally, someone would be arranged below the wall to confirm the death of Ye Hongyu and find her remains, but it was just that, even if she could return to it again,
The temple of the tanion, the temple of this killing can no longer welcome his own master.
Nympho
Nympho
The night was deep, Yueer was covered behind the thick clouds, and the stream staggered on the ground. Those stone bridges on the clear water and cold -resistant wild flowers under the bridge were swallowed by the night.
This year is very cold. The fields outside the city of Yangzhou are frozen a little strong. When the night is quiet, there is a sullen noise.
The man's leg bone broke up suddenly, but under such pain, there was still no sound.
Wang Jingluo's eyebrows were twisted very tightly. Even if the night was deep, he could not cover the pale color on his face. Countless sweat beads were forced out of his body and instantly wet the whole body.
He wiped off the blood shocked by the corners of his lips, with his hands as enough, crawling forward on the ground, and in a slice of shrub, he confirmed that he would not be easily discovered, and then he sighed slightly.
At this moment, the sound of heavy objects fell in front of the city wall. He pulled out the shrubs and looked there, and saw the individual lying on the ground. The man was full of blood pollution, and it was obviously dead.
There was a rapid footsteps sounded above the city wall, and then dozens of torrents were ignited, but in an instant, the dark night was deported, and the head of the city was like daylight.
The man who was lying on the ground was also clearly illuminated by the torch, and his face was full of blood, but he could barely see the facial features -Wang Jingluo's body was slightly shocked.
Pale, because he knew that person. To be precise, he and the person were familiar.
In the past few years, Wang Jingluo represented the court. In the city of Yangzhou, the young people who were in the old Tang Dynasty had made a lot of progress. At this time, the young man who died at this time was one of them.
The head of Yangzhou City became disturbing, there was a shouting and killing sound, and there was a sound of weapons impact. Wang Jing looked up hard and knew that the young people who were loyal to Changan were chased by the strong people of the temple.
The fist is getting tighter and tighter, but it can't be done. I can't help but be desperate.
Someone fell down, smashed heavily on the frozen fields, smashed the soil, splash bleeding flowers, and then more and more figures fell down and died constantly.
His pale face was full of despair and pain, and his eyes were full of regrets. He regretted that he could not find that his plans were all mastered by the temple.
He regretted letting these young people die.
These people who died tonight are his aid in the valves, and they are all young people in Qinghe County. In the words of Ning Que, it is true hope, but ... the bones of young people are hard, and after all, they still break.
Then, then
Wang Jingluo's eyes were red, his lips were bitten, and blood began to bleed.
He stared at the temple cavalry of Yangzhou Tower, looking at the figures under the torch, and his body trembled painfully, just like a wounded dog, but he dared not dare.
He turned around, crawling on the ground like a dog, climbing to the deepest night of the night, and crawling and bleeding. He had to leave Qinghe County alive.
Lack, the plan of the academy has failed, and told Chang'an that the war has begun.
Ning Ning did not expect that he did not expect that the Temple of Xiling would suddenly shot under such circumstances. Their career, young people in Qinghe County suffered unimaginable losses.
But I will come back.
On the day of my return, the iron hoof will break this difficult cold field. The torch will be filled with the manor on the banks of the Fuchun River. The heroic soul of the dead young people will get the grandeur.
Wang Jing crawled towards the dark night, and the torch who was away from Yangzhou City was glory.
Suddenly, the snow suddenly fell, sprinkled on those dead young people.
Also sprinkled on him like a dog.
Nympho
Nympho
The long street in Yangzhou City is brightly illuminated by the lights.
The gods moved slowly in the middle of the street. More than a dozen maids next to the cricket kept spiling the petals in the night sky. The petals mixed with the new snow, and then fell together. The holy and pure.
The snow breeze made a micro -makeup, setting off the front veil, revealing the naive face of Yokoga.
On both sides of the long street, thousands of people in Yangzhou worshiped the ground. At the front, the valve owner of the Qinghe County valve also kneeled on his knees, and no one dared to look directly at his face.
The Yangzhou City tonight is chasing and killing, and the dead are everywhere. The blood is irrigated into the gap of the bluestone slab and flowing into the clear Fuchun River.
Young people who are loyal to Chang'an City have died a lot tonight. As for those who have not been discovered by the temple, they must be much silent after seeing such a bloody picture.
Hengmu Lili only made his hand tonight. More than a dozen strong men in the Tang Guo Tianshu died. He dyed blood on his hand. His will make blood full of Qinghe County.
His expression was still so calm, naive and gratifying.
He is not a great official in Xiling, but he has the authority and majesty of Xiling's priests.
He is a gift left by Haotian to the world. He lives with Haotian's spokesperson. He is sitting on the gods, slowly moving forward in the spread of flowers and snow, and enjoying the awe and love of mortals.
He likes this feeling very much.
The war with the Tang Dynasty finally started. Can the person named Ning Que sit still sit in Chang'an City?
Ning Que, when will you come out?
When do you come to see me?
Come and fight with me.
Come here to be killed by me.
The fire light shines like white powder, and it looks like the catkins of spring.
Yokogui's eyes penetrated the snow, crossed the Qingxia, fell in Chang'an City, and thought about it.
Nympho
Nympho
There are snow everywhere in the Central Plains. Whether Momoyama or Yangzhou City are wrapped in thin or thick snow. Later, Song Guo will also fall in a snow.
The grassland of the sky suddenly stopped, and the clouds disappeared, revealing the bright moon.
In the north of Weicheng, thousands of tents are being demolished, and countless livestock is being driven away.
In addition to the shame of livestock, the atmosphere seems a bit depressed.
As the most powerful forces in the north of the mainland, the war with the Tang Dynasty has won in the past years.
Tonight, the golden account king court is about to move south.
The south move is the south invasion.
This means that the final battle is about to begin, which means that you will die with the Tang Dynasty that ruled the world for thousands of years. It is the proud warrior of the golden account, and it will start to be nervous.
The first to leave Weicheng south is a team that looks very ordinary. The team consists of more than ten large cars. There are not many people and there are no heavy weights, so it is easy to go.
For the golden account Wang Ting, this is the most important team.
Thirteen grassland priests sit in their own carriages, the skull necklace hanging on the chest, under the moonlight that came in in the window, white like pure jade.
There is a bunch of ordinary wooden beads hanging in front of the national division, just like the ordinary clothes on him, just like his ordinary face. He watched the round of bright and quiet smile outside the window. I don't know what to think.
For the Central Plains Cultivation, he is a barbarian. Even if he leads the golden account Wang Ting to the embrace of Haotian, he and the priests are still separated from the orthodox practice world.
But this does not affect his strength or his emotions.
He longed for the bright moon. He wanted to go to the south and realize what the Central Plains thought. He wanted to go to Chang'an City. He wanted to go to the academy. Of course, he naturally didn't want to come back.
The teenager was also watching the moon, and was washed the air for a few days by the snow. It was extra clean. The grassland in the middle of the night was extremely quiet, so the moon looked particularly round and particularly big.
Different from the national teacher, there is not much idea of Ah. He just thinks that the moon is a little dazzling. He squints his eyes, full of childish face, full of irritability.
The gold tent of the king court mobilized, more than 100,000 iron riders are about to go south, Shan Yu's determination is very great, the movement is very fast, but Ah is still a little dissatisfied. He rushed to the south.
He wants to kill the Tang general named Hua Ying. He wants to break the final cavalry of the Tang army. From Xiangwangyuan to Hebei County, places with water plants will become his pioneering territory.
In the process, he will wait for the arrival of the iron arrow with the people in the team, waiting for the curtain to come, and he wants to fold the arrow and kill that person.
Why? Because he wants to do so, he wants to revenge the Tang people named Ning Que. He wants to defeat the legendary academy. He thinks that since he thinks so, this should be the will of Changtian.
Nympho
Nympho
The capital of the Song Dynasty, not snowing in this time.
The confrontation on the square has continued for a long time. Thousands of new religions believers, the Taoist officials and the Song Dynasty cavalry, who are similar to the number of people, are nervously watching each other, and they are already exhausted.
The torch was ignited on the high platform and illuminated the corner. After Ye Su sat after the case, he watched the moral analysis of the true analysis of the case. Chen Pippi sat beside him and silent.
Tang Xiaotang and more than a dozen Jiange disciples stood before the platform, and they did not say silent.
Faced with the temple, they did not know how long they could support, and they couldn't leave, so they only waited.
The face of the South China Sea girl Xiaoyu was a little ugly, because she represented the attitude of Daomen at this time, but during the most critical moment during the day, the Taoist bell sounded, and she could only stop waiting.
Waiting? Why wait? Is Haotian also give these rebels to the thief tolerant? Can Ning Que really persuade the Lord to let Ye Su and Protestant believers? What are you waiting for?
No one knows what is waiting for.
Waiting for the killing command, or the arrival of peace.
Those who know the peace and conversation of the Xiling Temple, I also feel that this waiting is too long.
Only Longqing knows what the Xiling Temple is waiting for.
It is not waiting for the Lord to be persuaded or unable to persuade Ning Que, not the end of the peace talks, not waiting for Haotian's order, but waiting for a person's death.
In other words, news of death.
The news of Ye Hongyu's death, her death was the beginning of the war.
Young ruling is not dead, and Daomen cannot move Ye Su.
Long Qing knew, but didn't care, because he knew that it was an inevitable thing. Whether it was tonight or early morning, her death would always come to the scene.
Therefore, like during the day, he was very serious, picked the firewood branches, and then piled it to the center of the yard. The pile was very careful, just like making a delicate crafts.
Through a wall of the courtyard, millions of people outside the wall are confrontation.
Because of the plenty of time, he split a lot of firewood, and now he can even pile all the wet firewood to the bottom. Only the dry and flammable firewood, the perfect shape of the firewood, put it on the top of the firewood pile.
The dry wood pile has been piled up to a few feet, densely, and it looks like a king's grave.
It may also be the grave of the sage.
At the top of the dry wood pile, there are wooden stakes, two horizontal and vertical, like individuals, like a cross.
There is a rope hanging on the stake.
Rope and stakes are used to tie people, and those firewoods are used to burn people.
The time slowly passed, the night gradually gone, the fish belly was white, and the end of the courtyard wall sounded the voices of the Protestant believers.
Long Qing listened to the neat vertical sound outside the wall, and followed the compound venue gently. The tone was very interesting, and it seemed to be singing.
He did not stop the action of choosing dry firewood, his expression was very serious, and his mood was calm.
The silver mask was tied to the waist. He didn't wear it. The scar on his face did not fade. It is strange that the scar is no longer so horrible and ugly. His dark eyes look particularly charming in the beautiful face.
Listening to the Song Scriptures from outside the wall, repeat it slowly, and a fine firewood was left on the firewood. Long Qing repeated these actions in the increasingly brighter sky, and then suddenly stopped.
"We are roads, truths, and life."
He looked up, his gaze crossed the courtyard wall, and fell to the east. I do n’t know if it was a starting place, or any other building, muttered repeatedly, and his face was thoughtful.
This city is the capital of the Song Dynasty. It is not famous on the mainland and cannot be compared with Linkang, let alone Chang'an, but this city is very far -reaching for Taoist.
There are the oldest Taoist outlooks on the mainland and the oldest history. It used to dedicate a lot of great priests for Xiling Temple. People in the concept of knowing the concept have a relationship that cannot be opened here.
Observing the Lord Chen, also here.
Song State is one of the source of Daomen and the most conservative place.
Ye Su chose to spread the Protestant here and treat it as the base camp of the Protestant. It is also based on this consideration. He must move forward in the most dangerous place, and see the sky in the abyss.
It was in Siyi, and a bell came from the distance.
At the beginning of the bell, it should be the Taoist Temple of the Song State.
Longqing's expression slightly condensed.
When he saw the white smoke rising at the Dao Hall, it was confirmed that the news finally arrived.
The solemn bell, a white smoke that stood up to the clouds only represents one thing.
There are great priests to leave the world and return to Haotian God Kingdom.
Ye Hongyu was dead.
The youngest ruling in history is dead.
Longqing stood behind the courtyard wall and watched the white smoke scattered in the sky. Thinking of the dead woman, she could not help giving birth to a lot of emotions.
He and her came from the Tiandai Academy and worked together to the Ruling Division. He was the second place, she was a big division, he was the Solor son, and she was a peerless idiot.
When he chose to betray the door for power and became the lonely soul ghost, she had taken the Fang Mo Yuza — he thought of Mo Yuzhi.
In front of Ye Hongyu, he is always a loser, just like in front of Ning Que.
At that time, when he was the most beautiful, in the subconscious, he still had some kind of dirty, even some instincts in front of Ye Hongyu.
She will treat her and Ye Su as the biggest demon in the practice.
Today, she finally died. Long Qing's heart had no pleasure in her heart, but she was a bit empty, or because she was not dying in his hands.
He can no longer make up for such regrets, this is a pity.
Fortunately, Ye Su was still alive, and there was a chance to be burned to death by him.
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Nympho
The solemn bells were transmitted from the Taoist Hall to the square, and passed to the ears of thousands of new religious believers and priestachers, washed their fatigue and nervousness, and introduced their eyes to the Tao Temple.
There is a white smoke that is raised there, and the holy is extremely holy.
As a piety, as a devout and once devout Haotian believers, people know what this means, whether it is the Protestant believers, the deacon of the gods of the temple, or the cavalry of the Song Dynasty.
Silent, I couldn't resolve the shock of my heart for a long time.
If it is another moment, people should kneel down at the white smoke to express their sadness and memories, but now, this white smoke is a signal, a signal of war.
Xiao Yuju raised the sword in his hand, and pointed to the people on the high platform.
Behind her, dozens of Taoists have more deacons, and they slowly move forward. In the streets around the square, more and more Song of Song Dynasty cavalry surrounded.
The butcher knife has been raised, and the isolated and helpless new religious believers squeezed in one place in fear, retreating back, and the threat of death made them wake up from the shock brought by Bai Yan.
After Ye Su was sitting after the case, his right hand fell on the book scroll, and he looked at the white smoke that had not been scattered. He was silent for a long time. The approaching enemies and neighboring death could not make his eyes offset.
His sister was dead because he died.
In the past ten years, he was very harsh and cold to her, because of Chen Pippi, because of those things that year, but she was as young as a child.
She is the best person on earth.
That person, go.
Ye Su is silent, speechless.
"Let's go." I don't know how long, he said, "The teacher wants me to die, I will die, you are alive, that's fine."