Chapter 297: New Life, Falling Rocks, and Spring Outing by the Cliff
In order not to attract attention in the past few years, Ning Que has never come to sacrifice Xiao Heizi. Now that the great revenge has been avenged, even if the court knows about his relationship with Xiao Heizi, there is no need to worry.
To avenge a blood feud, the parents should be sacrificed first. However, after the murder that year, the bodies of Ning Que's biological parents Lin Hai and Li Sanniang were briefly worshiped by the Taoist sect, then burned into ashes and sprinkled into the Wei River. How can there be a cemetery? Such a little black man
The cemetery should be regarded as the cemetery of those people back then.
The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger. Sang Sang opened the big black umbrella and held it tightly with both hands to cover his back. Ning Que squatted down and took out a piece of oil paper from his arms and burned it. There was something written on the oil paper.
Many names and the people behind those names are already dead. Just like this piece of oil paper, they turned into smoke and were blown away by the wind and snow in an instant.
Sangsang whispered: "What should we do with His Highness the Prince?"
Ning Que looked at the charred paper ashes rolling on the snow and said, "Back then he was just talking. Now that he can't become a prince, he has paid a price. Let's wait for another two years."
Sangsang said: "Master, don't you always say that you want to kill the evildoer?"
Ning Que said: "The chief culprit is your teacher, but he is already dead. When I looked at his grave next to the master's grave, I thought about whether to dig it up, but let it go."
......... When the city of Chang'an was shrouded in wind and snow, the deep mountains of Xiling Divine Kingdom were still as warm as spring. This had something to do with the warm sea current outside the Song Dynasty embankment in the east, and because this place was originally a place blessed by Haotian.
There was a young man standing outside the simple Taoist temple in the mountains. The man was extremely handsome, although there were a few eye-catching scars on his cheeks, which only added to his charm.
The middle-aged Taoist priest on the stone steps looked at the young man and said, "Prince Longqing, do you really insist on going to meditation to practice hard? Do you know what this means?"
It turned out that the young man was Prince Longqing. There were calluses and rust on his palms. He must have spent the past few days at sea.
He said respectfully: "Since it is the teacher's order, the disciples dare not disobey in any way. As long as they can read the heavenly book, it doesn't matter how much suffering and torture they endure."
The middle-aged Taoist priest said: "Since it is the intention of the temple master, no one will stop you, but I must remind you that with your current state, if you want to read the heavenly book, you may die at any time."
Long Qing said calmly: "Uncle Master, I am a dead person now."
The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the black peach blossom on Long Qing's chest, and remembered the rumor that Xue Ya Ning Que had penetrated this man's chest with an arrow. He understood what he meant by the dead man in his words, and sighed softly and said nothing more.
After walking up the stone steps, he entered Zhishou Temple, the unknown place of Taoism. Although Long Qing had already worshiped the master of Zhishou Temple as his teacher, he still felt a little nervous at this time.
Deep in the Taoist temple, by the lakeside, there are seven splendid thatched cottages. The thatched cottages are covered with grass, which is cheap and shabby. They should not have any solemn and luxurious atmosphere, but the thatched cottages here are as colorful as
Gold and jade, despite the dust and wind and rain over the years, look extremely gorgeous.
This kind of thatch naturally has a very strong vitality of heaven and earth, can protect against wind, rain and cold, and can help people to calm their mind. It has long been extinct in nature and can be said to be extremely precious.
There are only two places in the world that are so luxurious as to use this kind of thatched grass to build houses. One is the thatched house by the lake responsible for storing the seven volumes of heavenly books, and the other is the thatched cottage where the master lives in the mountain behind the academy with all sides ventilated.
Long Qing walked into the first thatched cottage and looked at the tome sealed with black blood on the agarwood table. He could no longer remain calm and his hands exposed in his sleeves trembled slightly.
This classic is the first volume of the Book of Heaven: the Japanese Volume.
This is also the only heavenly book that he can open in his current state.
Long Qing slowly opened the black cover. The first page that came into view was a snow-white piece of paper. Then he turned to the second page. On this piece of paper were written Liu Bai, Jun Mo, Tang... these people who have cultivated themselves to the highest level in the world.
He was not surprised by the names of strong men because he had already expected them. He just thought silently that if he wanted to climb to the highest peak of spiritual practice in the future, then these shining names must become stepping stones under his feet.
Long Qing continued to read the Japanese scrolls.
At the top of the paper, he saw the name of the bookworm Mo Shanshan. Then at the top of the paper, he saw the names of Ning Que and Ye Hongyu. The two names were almost completely parallel, each with its own strokes.
The paper came out and seemed to be pierced into the previous page.
Looking at these three names, Long Qing's eyes became extremely vicious, and his breathing became much heavier. However, after a moment, all the emotions disappeared inexplicably, and his eyes returned to extreme calm, becoming brighter and brighter.
, just like a luminous pearl painted with gold, extremely bright.
Winter turns to spring, and time passes.
No one in the world knows that Prince Longqing, who was thought to be dead, is now concentrating on practicing and studying in Zhishou Temple, an unknown place. When he wakes up every morning, he starts to clean the temple, then cooks food and prepares daily utensils for delivery.
After entering the back view, you can go to the seven thatched cottages to read the heavenly book after finishing your busy work.
After reading the Japanese scroll on the first day, Long Qing never opened the scroll again. Instead, he devoted all his energy and will to reading the second scroll.
One day, spring was in full bloom, and the wild peaches inside and outside Zhishou Temple were in full bloom.
Long Qing, who looked pale, came out of the second thatched hut, holding a blood-stained towel tightly in his hand. He was about to go to the lakeside to meditate and rest for a while. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and stopped.
He walked into the first thatched hut and opened the Japanese scroll with a solemn expression.
On that page, the ink of the word "Ning Que" became thicker and thicker, as if blood was about to seep into the paper. Mo Shanshan's name left its original position and came to the top of the paper. Two
In the middle of the word "山" stands a sharp-edged stone pillar, which seems to burst the paper at any time.
Long Qing's face became increasingly pale, and his pupils suddenly shrank like dark black holes. What made him extremely shocked and angry was not the scene he saw, but the scene he did not see.
He didn't see Ye Hongyu's name.
Ye Hongyu's name has gone elsewhere.
.........In Peach Mountain in late spring, although the newly planted peach blossoms are not as bright as the rumors say, the trees are luxuriant, and the temple above is shrouded in the greenery, looking extremely solemn.
On the stone shrine sandwiched between green trees, a girl walked slowly. She wore a simple Taoist bun and a blue Taoist robe. The green color was not eye-catching, but when the Taoist robe slowly fluttered with the mountain wind
At this time, all the greenery on the thousand-year-old stone trees beside the Shinto lost its color.
The girl with a bun in a bun walked calmly upwards along the long Shinto road, and soon she came to the vast flat cliff. She looked at the black Judgment Temple in the distance and smiled.
On the cliff in front of the temple, countless exclamations rang out.
"Ye Hongyu is back!"
"How dare this woman come back!"
"Taoist idiot! Go and inform the throne of God!"
"Sir, long time no see!"
The Taoist girl who walked slowly had an extremely beautiful face and an extremely simple and simple aura. However, in the eyes of everyone, this was the most terrifying scene they had ever seen.
The priests and deacons surrounding the temple screamed and scattered in all directions, running away. Those who could not retreat in time bowed and gave way in fear, trembling with greetings.
Last spring, Taoist idiot Ye Hongyu left Xiling Temple. Then she lived in Chang'an City for a while, then disappeared without a trace. Then this spring, she came back.
......... Chen Bachi, the former commander of the temple cavalry, was blinded by a paper sword, and then was knocked to pieces by the withered finger of the great priest Tianyu. He turned into a complete useless person, but he is Luo Ke after all.
He is a crony of the enemy commander, so he can still live happily in the extremely realistic Judgment Department.
If you can say that basking in the sun every day on the stone steps can be considered a kind of happiness.
Ye Hongyu walked to the stone steps of the Judgment Temple, looked at Chen Bachi, who was dressed luxuriously but lying in the sun like a beggar, and said calmly: "Have you ever thought that I can come back?"
There were many priests and deacons looking in the distance, but no one dared to attack Ye Hongyu, not because the Taoist idiot still had power, but because after the great priest Tianyu returned to Taoshan last year, because of the Taoist idiot,
Li Shan's incident caused a huge stir, and he even had an unknown contest with the Judgment Priest.
Chen Bachi had heard people's exclamations before. When he heard Ye Hongyu's voice, he finally confirmed that what he feared most had finally happened, and his face was full of fear.
He wanted to beg for mercy, and he wanted to warn Ye Hongyu that this was the temple before, and he wanted to use the Judgment Seat and the reputation of Luo Ke's great commander to save his life, but he was speechless now.
Even if he could speak, Ye Hongyu was not prepared to listen. She just wanted to enter the Judgment Temple and had to climb the stone steps, and this person happened to be basking in the sun on the stone steps, so she said something casually.
After saying this, she walked past Chen Bachi.
A spring breeze came slowly, ruffling the tops of the ancient trees around the temple, ruffling Ye Hongyu's Taoist sleeves, and a very fine wrinkle appeared on the green sleeves, which was shaped like a sword.
The invisible Tao sword emerges.
Chen Bachi's throat was severed and he died on the spot.
Ye Hongyu didn't look back and continued to climb the stairs.
More than a hundred priests and deacons walked to the stone steps of the temple, raised their heads and looked up, watching the green shirt slowly going up the stone steps, with extremely shocked expressions on their faces.
The black and solemn Judgment Temple was extremely tall and solemn. Compared with it, Ye Hongyu, who was standing in front of the temple, seemed so small. However, she walked in calmly and naturally without any pause.
It's like going home.
When she walked into the Temple of Judgment.
She is no longer small.
.........In a certain house in the capital of the River Kingdom, the sound of a baby crying could be heard.
The maids and servants in the courtyard were busy going back and forth, their faces full of joy. The owner of the house is a Tang Dynasty, which is a good thing for people from the Dahe country. Moreover, this owner has a gentle temperament, a deep relationship with his wife, and is generous to his servants.
They are the best masters. If the master is happy today, they are also happy.
The woman lying on the bed had a slightly pale face and beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked extremely tired. However, looking at the baby in her husband's arms, she could not hide her excitement and murmured: "It's a pity that it's a daughter. I'll give birth to the baby next time."
A son."
The middle-aged man sitting next to the bed held the baby, looked at his wife and comforted her: "It would be best for my daughter. In the future, let her go to Mochi Garden to learn calligraphy to be pure and elegant. If she gives birth to a naughty and troublesome boy, it will not be easy to arrange," he pointed out.
I don’t know when I’ll learn to climb over the wall and follow the gangsters.”
The woman said angrily: "How can there be any reason to talk like this?"
The middle-aged man looked at the baby girl in his arms and said nervously: "Why is it so small?"
"How big can a newborn baby be..." The woman suddenly became a little nervous and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Master, are we really going back to Chang'an in the autumn?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My father is old. Now that we have a son, we have to take him back to make him happy. You don't have to worry about what is there and what is not. I have everything."
The woman always thought that her man was the most reassuring person in the world. After hearing these words, she really felt relieved and started to think about other things, and asked: "What should I name the child?"
"When you return to Chang'an City, wait for your father to grant you a name."
The middle-aged man thought about returning to Chang'an. His Majesty the Emperor knew that he had given birth to a daughter, so he would rush to give her a name. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Let's just give her a nickname first."
"What's it called?"
"The village where we met is rich in pumpkins, so let's call it Little Pumpkin, okay?"
"...The master has the final say."
......... The word "croaking to the ground" describes the birth of a new life. A stone falls to the ground. Sometimes it is used to describe the relaxing mood after things are settled. In the Mogan Mountains to the west of the capital of the great river country, there is a quiet lake. This quiet lake
The lake is the most famous ink pool in the River Country. Mo Shanshan is sitting by the ink pool, holding a stone in his hand, as if he is ready to throw it into the lake, and he seems to be ready to put it next to him, but he always hesitates.
On the ground beside her, there were seven or eight stones scattered randomly. The stones were round or square, with different shapes. The arrangement seemed to be irregular, but it gave people a feeling of extreme emptiness.
This emptiness is like a stomach after five days of starvation, or an empty wineskin.
The night breeze blew gently, Mo Shanshan's slender eyebrows were furrowed, and her thin and sparse eyelashes were blinking gently. Her originally slightly rounded cheeks had become clearer, adding a bit of beauty, but there was nothing on her pale cheeks at this time.
The feelings of self-pity and self-pity are just extremely focused, and even appear to be particularly painful because of thinking.
She didn't know how long it took before she finally put down the stone in her hand.
The stone seemed to be placed randomly among the seven or eight stones on the ground. However, at this moment, a very strange thing happened, just like a person who had been hungry for several days suddenly ate a large bucket of hard rice.
A knife was thrown into the wine bag, and a strong sense of edges suddenly enveloped Mochi.
A lot of waves appeared on the calm lake surface for no apparent reason, as if even the lake water could sense the ruggedness that stretched between heaven and earth and blocked people's hearts.
Mo Shanshan looked at the scattered stones beside him and knew that he had finally succeeded in forming part of the block formation. His lake-like eyes became brighter and brighter, and his red lips were pursed like a thread with joy.
At this moment, she remembered what she had written in that letter.
"After experiencing many things, the mountains and rivers in my eyes have new meanings. On the day we meet again, what I write will definitely be more magnificent than today. I hope you will work harder and don't disappoint me."
The girl stood up, looked to the far north, thinking about that hateful guy, and said sweetly but proudly with a smile: I know my fate, can you let me down?
.........Excellent figures such as Ke Haoran, the junior master of the Academy, and Master Liansheng have long since disappeared, leaving only some traces in the world. However, even if there are only some traces, they are extremely precious wealth.
In the Tianqi Mountains deep in the wilderness, Ning Que, Mo Shanshan, and Ye Hongyu fought each other to kill each other, and entered the Demon Sect's mountain gate one after another. In the process, they saw the great priest of light who founded the Demon Sect laid out
They saw the shocking sword marks left by Mr. Ke when he broke the block formation. They saw Ke Haoran’s letter in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, traces of that battle, and most importantly, they saw the living
Lotus born.
It was a bloody encounter. Three strong men of the younger generation in the spiritual world suffered great mental and physical damage before these old monsters, and they also gained extremely valuable experience.
These experiences settled in the spiritual world of the three of them, and then gradually began to be released and began to play a role. Ning Que killed Xiahou, Mo Shanshan fell into a trap, and Ye Hongyu bravely walked into the Temple of Judgment and worshiped the Demon Sect.
Given by the trip to Shanmen.
In a sense, neither Junior Uncle nor Liansheng have truly died. The mantles of these two peerless men have been passed down to Ning Que and the others in a new way.
Standing on the cliff at the back of the academy, looking at Chang'an City in the distance, Ning Que recalled his experiences in the past two years, climbing to the old library, climbing to the second floor, enlightening the Tao of Talisman, entering the wasteland, inheriting the awe-inspiring energy, and what he had never done before.
Unimaginable training battles are so touching.
Then he remembered what Xia Hou said before his death, and frowned slightly, feeling that there were invisible black clouds floating over Chang'an City shrouded in the clear spring light.
He believed that he could not be the son of Pluto. Although he had met Pluto in a sense, having died once, that Pluto was obviously not the same thing as the legendary Pluto in this world.
But if he was not the son of Pluto, why did the Great Priest of Light cause such a bloody storm? Why did the Buddhist sect send people to see him or even kill him?
The road ahead could not be seen clearly, and he wondered whether the Buddhist sect would calm down. Ning Que slightly clenched his fists and made a decision. He would not attend the Bon Festival meeting in the autumn.
At this moment, the lively music and noise suddenly pulled him out of high-level emotions such as sighing, sighing, and vigilance, and brought him back to the scene of the spring outing.
Spring outing in the mountains behind the academy today.
Under the Master's organization, no disciple dared not to come. Anyway, the restrictions on the cliff cave have been lifted, so the senior brothers who loved playing chess played chess in the cave, and the senior brothers who loved playing the piano, flute and singing sang and played in the cave.
, those who love to embroider continue to embroider, those who love to read continue to read, those who love to write in lowercase letters continue to write in lowercase letters, those who love to chat continue to chat, and those who love to pretend to be lonely continue to pretend to be lonely.
They are all very elegant hobbies. However, when these hobbies appeared in the cliff cave at the same time, they suddenly became vulgar because they were too noisy and looked too much like the street busking scene in Chang'an City.
The one who really worked hard today was Sang Sang, because she was responsible for preparing the food, and at Chen Pipi's strong request, she cooked three large jars of chicken soup.
"Master, drink it quickly, this one is the freshest."
Sang Sang quietly walked to the cliffside with a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to him.
Ning Que looked at her slightly disheveled hair and the grass ash on her face, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed. He said angrily: "Chen Pipi is so messy, but you actually listen to him. Are chicken soup posts and chicken soup the same thing? Chicken soup
The post was sold for a lot of taels, so does this chicken soup become much more precious?"
Sang Sang smiled and said nothing. In fact, people in the academy loved to drink the chicken soup she stewed, which made her very happy.
She warned: "This chicken is very good. It produces oil very well. There is a thick layer on the soup, so it doesn't look hot, but it is actually very hot. It won't cool down for a while. Master, let it cool down before you drink it."
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Sangsang went to the thatched cottage to prepare cold dishes and steamed buns.
The senior brother walked out of the cliff cave, stood next to Ning Que, and looked in the direction of Chang'an City.
Ning Que handed the bowl over and said, "Senior brother, this is the freshest bowl."
The senior brother smiled and shook his head. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "Junior brother, actually I have always had a question in my mind. I know this question is wrong, but it is always there and makes me feel a little panicked."
Ning Que said: "Senior brother, please speak."
The senior brother looked at Chang'an City in the distance, frowned slightly and asked: "Fifteen years ago, when you picked up the knife in that woodshed, did you ever think that the general's son was actually innocent?"
Ning Que was slightly startled, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The situation was very chaotic at the time. I really don't know what I was thinking at the time, but I will naturally understand the truth afterwards."
Then he sincerely asked for advice: "Brother, if you were in this situation at that time, what would you choose?"
The senior brother said: "Without personal experience, no matter how touching the choice is, it may just be false sensationalism... But if it were me now, I would probably choose to do nothing."
Ning Que knew that the elder brother was telling the truth. Sacrificing innocent people in exchange for his own survival was probably not a choice that the elder brother could make.
He said: "Brother, you are a benevolent person."
He continued: "Second Senior Brother is a man of lofty ideals, but it is really difficult for me to be a man of lofty ideals. I am just a selfish person who only wants to survive."
The senior brother patted him gently on the shoulder and said: "Teacher once said that selfishness is the biggest driving force for human progress. Although I don't understand this statement very well, I think it must make sense. Junior brother, your choice cannot be said to be wrong.
Wrong, at least I am not qualified to say you are wrong."
"It doesn't necessarily make sense, but it makes a lot of sense."
The Master walked to the edge of the cliff and said, "There is no purpose in life, only a process. So where is the right and wrong?"
The eldest brother said: "Right and wrong are people's good thoughts."
The Master pointed to the azure blue sky and a few white clouds above, and said: "The higher you fly, the smaller your image will be in the eyes of people on the ground, until you become inhuman. You are not even a human being, so what is there?
If people do not need to have good thoughts, how can there be right and wrong?"
The senior brother shook his head and said: "Teacher, you are wrong. During my travels, you often told me that it will be cold after leaving the world, so if you want to stay in the world, you must be a human being. Since you are a human being, you are one of the living beings in the world.
How can we not have the concept of right and wrong, good and evil?”
Ning Que was greatly surprised.
The Master never thought that the most honest disciple would dare to say that he was wrong in person, and even use his own words to slap him in the face. His beard was fluttering in anger, and he glared and sternly reprimanded:
"Li Manchuan! You are so brave!"
The eldest brother looked nervous and said: "Teacher often reminds me to learn more from Jun Mo and junior fellow apprentices, that's why I said what I said before. If teacher doesn't like it, I will take it back."
Ning Que listened beside him, holding back his laughter until his stomach hurt. At this point, he really couldn't hold it in any longer, burst out laughing, waved his hands and said, "You guys chat first, I'll go see if the steamed buns are ready.
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The Master glared at him and said, "You are the one who caused this, and you still want to escape?"
After saying this, he saw the bowl of chicken soup in Ning Que's hand, slurped lightly, and said in admiration: "The color of the oil is crystal clear, and the soup is clear and rich in color. It's really a good bowl of soup."
Ning Que's expression froze slightly.
The master flicked his sleeves, snatched the bowl of chicken soup from Ning Que, and drank it all in one gulp without changing his expression.
Ning Que was shocked and speechless, thinking that the teacher really had profound skills.
Immediately afterwards, the master's expression changed suddenly, and he spat out all the chicken soup in his mouth with a pop. The clothes and beard were dripping with oil and water, and he looked very embarrassed.
"hot!"
The master screamed in anger and pain, his tone slightly changed.
Sang Sang was picking wisteria fruits under the rain porch and asked in confusion: "Do I need sugar in the chicken soup?"
There was a burst of laughter on the edge of the cliff.