A person is about to die, the morning has not yet arrived, and the night is still cold. ("")
The snow lake is extremely bright, and Haotian's divine light continues to burn in the remaining snow on the ice and in the lake water, releasing clouds of water vapor. You can faintly hear the sound of boiling, like a morning hot spring in the fog.
Xia Hou was covered in blood, and his disheveled white hair was glued to the shape of a withered willow by the blood. He looked at Ning Que, his eyes as dim as fireflies filled with deep confusion, and whispered hoarsely: "You were only four years old at that time.
It's not easy for a four-year-old to remember... things like hatred... do you really hate me so much?"
With the cold wind blowing on his face, the smile on Ning Que's face gradually disappeared and he said a few words.
"The four years when I was a child in Chang'an City were the happiest times in my previous life and this life. At that time, I didn't have to think about anything or learn anything. I only needed to enjoy my parents' favor, play with my playmates, and watch secretly.
General’s books, it’s a pity that those times were ruined by you.”
"I have lived a pretty good life in the eyes of others these years, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to live hard every day, so of course I hate you."
"No matter what I do over the years, the housekeeper and the young master I killed in the woodshed can never be resurrected, the people who died in the general's mansion can't be resurrected, and my parents can't be resurrected. My most beautiful period
Time can't come back again... Then no one or anything can stop me from killing you. I want them to know that it was cost-effective for me to swing that knife. I also want you to know that I am doing it for you.
The revenge of my parents, my father’s name is Lin Tao, and my mother’s name is Li Sanniang.”
Xia Hou lowered his head and looked at the knife wound between his chest and abdomen, and suddenly asked: "How does it feel to have a great revenge?"
Ning Que said: "It feels good."
Xia Hou raised his head, feeling slightly confused and said, "What does that feel like?"
"I can't tell you what it feels like. Anyway, it's very relaxing. I always feel that after your death, the world has become different, and I am no longer the same person I was in the past fifteen years."
Ning Que thought for a while and said: "I understand why I feel relaxed. ("") Because after you die, I can have more time to write letters and earn money, instead of having to write a lot of boring posts every night.
After you die, I can often go to Hongxiu Zhao to listen to small songs, instead of listening to my senior brother’s music in the back mountain of the academy."
"After you die, I will still practice, but it will no longer be just to make myself stronger like in the past years, but just for simple interests and hobbies or to satisfy my desire for Taoism; after you die, I don't need to practice anymore.
Just like in the past, I always stared at your back, waiting for the battle with you in Weicheng or Chang'an. I can go to the Southern Jin River, to the East Sea of the Temple, to see the world and the people living in this world."
He looked at Xia Hou and said seriously: "After you die, I will no longer have to think about killing you, so that I can be truly free to do what I want to do."
Xia Hou laughed, his laughter was sad and his expression was strange.
"Freedom..."
Xiahou looked at Ning Que with eyes full of pity and ridicule, and said: "As a disciple of the righteous way, you have been deeply possessed by the devil. If I betrayed the devil sect back then... you have already followed my old path, and you are destined to have no choice but to do it."
Struggling to survive in the gap between light and darkness, how can you obtain true freedom, and naturally there will be no happiness."
Ning Que used the simple sword as a crutch, supported his weak body, stood up with difficulty, looked at Xiahou and said: "The academy is not Mingzong, and I am not you."
People who don't have a deep understanding of the academy cannot understand the academy at all, especially the Master's true attitude towards the Demon Sect. Ning Que never worries about becoming one of those male protagonists in the story.
"It is true that the academy is not the Ming Sect. With the master's mind, he would not care what his disciples practice. But you are indeed not me. You are... not a human being at all."
The light in Xiahou's eyes, which was already dim like a firefly that would be killed by the cold wind at any time, became brighter at this time, and he said sternly: "You are the son of Hades!"
Fifteen years ago, the God of Light believed that the son of Pluto was born in General Xuanwei's Mansion, and the Xiling Temple ordered Xiahou to clean it up, which is why so many subsequent stories and this bloody battle tonight happened.
When Xia Hou was dying, he thought about the doubts about tonight's battle. Those deceased predecessors who were not present but came to the scene through Ning Que became more and more convinced of this judgment. The Holy Church
He looked at Ning Que and laughed strangely, and cursed viciously: "Haotian is above, you, the son of Pluto, will one day be burned to ashes by the brilliance of Haotian like me."
"I am the son of Pluto, which probably makes it easier for you to accept the fact that you will die in my hands... But unfortunately, I have nothing to do with Pluto."
Ning Que said: "And each of us will eventually die and be burned to ashes by Haotian's divine brilliance, so your curse has no meaning to me."
"Are you really not the son of Hades?"
Xia Hou murmured: "You are not the son of Pluto, how could you escape from Chang'an City in such a pissed off manner? If you are not the son of Pluto, how could you cross the border and defeat me? How could I die today?"
His cheeks were like a dead willow tree split by lightning, wrinkled to the extreme, full of unwillingness. If Ning Que was not the son of Pluto, how could he have such great luck and such an incredible opportunity to cross the border and challenge the killer?
Deathly powerful self?
The arrogant General Xiahou, who had been violent and domineering for decades, looked like an old man spitting at the entrance of the village looking for the thief who kicked open the widow's door last night before he died.
Then he raised his head, looked at Ning Que, and said painfully: "I don't want to die."
Ning Que said: "I want you to die."
No one wants to die.
Most human beings die abnormally because there are other people in the world who want them to die very much.
Xiahou didn't want to die, he wanted to live and continue to have glory and strength.
Ning Que wanted him to die so much that he thought about it so much that he spent fifteen years in his heart and soul.
So Xiahou died.
Xiahou's body, still as burly as a mountain, fell straight back, pushing away the mist-like hot steam around him, and fell into the lake with a loud bang, causing countless splashes of water.
The uppermost layer of the cold lake water has been heated to a boil by the divine power of Haotian. It is constantly rolling and gurgling. It looks like a hot spring in the Yanjing Valley or a large pot of clear soup.
Xiahou's body was floating in the boiling lake water, his eyes were wide open, a trace of doubt and a hint of unwillingness could be seen on his blood-stained face, and the skin of his thin cheeks gradually turned strangely ripe red.
Many years ago, in the military camp at the foot of Min Mountain, Murong Linshuang, the former saint of the Demon Sect, danced a dance of the devil, which shocked the world. Powerful men gathered in the Xiling Temple, and the mountains and rivers were filled with sword light. Xiahou did not hesitate and cooked and killed her with his own hands.
He fell in love with her and resolutely betrayed the Demon Sect and joined the Haotian Dao Sect.
It was the most important turning point in Xia Hou's life, but probably he couldn't think of what he thought. When he died, he would be cooked by boiling water, just like the woman.
If there is a heavenly way, then this is the so -called cycle.
Nympho
Nympho
Watching Xia Hou's body fluctuated in the uneasy lake, Ning Que suddenly said: "Who said sheep must be eaten in the winter solstice? Who said that there is no gun head to die?"
This is the autumn. He said to Ye Hongyu at the sheep's mixed pot. Ye Hongyu understood the previous sentence, but he always couldn't understand what the following sentence meant.
Today is the winter solstice, which is the time to eat sheep miscellaneous soup -at this time it is warm and humid water vapor. Standing on the lake, it seems to be standing beside the sheep mixed pot, and it is like a steam in the red sleeve recruiting courtyard.
The first person who was killed by Ning Que's revenge: Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi died there.
At this time, Ning Que felt very warm, calm, and relaxed, just like the pores steamed in the bathroom were all relaxed, and then they ate a large pot of sheep mixed with coriander milk sauce.
"Who said that the son of the door can't revenge? Who said that Dong Xuan couldn't get over and kill his life?"
He turned around and walked towards the south bank of Yanming, and occasionally raised his arms and wiped his face. I didn't know if he wanted to wipe off the dust on his face or tears. The face of the face became very red.
Sang Sang had already got off the cliffs and came to the snow lake. The thin body was extremely weak at this time. He also had to hold a big black umbrella and dragged the heavy arrow box, and it seemed more and more strenuous.
Looking at the figures in the snow in front of the snow, the two accelerated their pace at the same time. When they met, looking at each other's familiar face, I didn't know what to say.
So nothing said, Ning Que held Sang Sang into his arms, he was very hard, and the two people's faces were somewhat deformed, with tears marks, and looked a little funny.
Ning Que's face was a little red, some hot, Sang Sang's face was pale and cold. The two people's faces were together, and they were comfortable with each other, and then calm.
Nympho
Nympho
On the bridge on the west coast of the lake, Chen Pippi loosened the hands that had been clenched tightly, patted the railing gently, and a blood mark appeared on the railing. He was too worried about Ning Que when he was watching the war.
Tang Xiaotang glanced at the fluttering cyan clothes of the bridge, took Chen Pippi's hand, walked out of the tower bridge, and walked towards the two who hugged on the snow lake.
Ye Hongyu stood on the wooden bridge and looked at the direction of Xuehu, there was no emotion on her face, and then she closed her eyes, her beautiful fine eyebrows frowned slightly, and she seemed to be thinking about what.
In the snow hall of the palace, the queen mother -in -law has no expression at the threshold.
Her gentle face was already covered with tears, and the emperor gently took her from behind her, trying to give her some comfort. There were more and more tears in her eyes, and she wanted to get away from his arms.
Her Majesty's Her Majesty was very tight and very hard. The queen mother was struggling angrily. After all, it failed to break away. This is naturally not because she is too sad and has no strength.
Crying indulgence, after a while, the front of the dragon robe is wet.
Under the snow pavilion outside the hall, the national teacher Li Qingshan looked complicatedly looking at the direction of the Yanming Lake in the south. Master Yang Yang retracted the palm fell on the ancient clock, and the bell gradually stopped.
The whole Chang'an City is quiet.
The whole world is quiet.
In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, the cicada sounded suddenly, and the sound was scarred, but it was extremely happy and joyful.