Not long ago, in the study of the Grand Secretary's Mansion, Ning Que and Zeng Jing had a conversation like this. At that time, Zeng Jing drank half a cup of tea and kept silent for another five minutes. Then he suddenly said, "I heard from Sangsang that you are going to leave in a few days."
Ning Que nodded and said, "The Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival is in autumn and the Lanke Temple is a little far. If you want to go, you have to leave soon, or you will miss the time."
Last spring, the Lanke Temple had sent the invitation to the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival to Chang 'an City. Monk Guan Hai had personally handed it to Ning Que. However, Ning Que did not plan to go because of some considerations. However, his idea was not approved by the Academy.
Zeng Jing said, "It is a long journey, so we should go together. But Sangsang is my daughter and the successor of the Great Divine Priest of Light in West-Hill. She can't follow you as a handmaiden like she did in the past … Have you thought about this? "
Ning Que had not thought about this problem. He said, "Then what do you mean?"
Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and asked, "How old is Sangsang this year?"
Ning Que counted the days and said, "16."
Zeng Jing said firmly, "Since she is 16, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get married. It will be more convenient for us to get along on the journey as husband and wife, and the Grand Secretary's Mansion will not be laughed at. "
Ning Que said helplessly, "Are you in a hurry? We only have a few days to prepare. "
Zeng Jing looked into his eyes and said, "You two have been together for 16 years. How can you be in a hurry? But marriage cannot be neglected. How about you get engaged first? "
It was a simple conversation, but Ning Que could not resist in front of a father who cared about his daughter. He agreed in a daze.
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Under the starlight outside the window, Ning Que looked at Sangsang in his arms. He saw her gradually relaxed brows and saw the smile on her dark face. He could not help but smile as well. They would get married one day. Why should he be afraid of getting engaged? But when he dug out the dying baby from the pile of corpses 16 years ago, he did not expect that she would one day become a girl and become his wife.
Thinking of these trivial things, Ning Que gradually fell asleep.
For ordinary people, falling asleep was the consent of falling asleep. But this was not applicable to Ning Que. Because he had lived on the edge of life and death since he was a child, energy and time were very precious. Therefore, he had always fallen asleep very quickly and deeply. It did not take long for him to feel refreshed.
This situation continued until he began to cultivate. That year, he brought Sangsang to the market and bought a Record of the Highest Enlightenment. After returning to the small courtyard in the City of Wei, he began to cultivate according to the method written in the book and tried to meditate. It was also that night that he had a very warm dream. He dreamed of an ocean.
After that, he began to dream one after another. They were usually warm dreams after meditation, but those dreams did not have any specific content, nor were there any vivid scenes. Until the spring three years ago, when he left the City of Wei with Princess Li Yu for Chang 'an. During the journey, he had a conversation with Lyu Qingchen and had a strange dream while hugging Sangsang's little foot in the middle of the night.
In that dream, he stood on the cold and dark Wilderness. He saw the cavalry of the Tang Empire, the warriors of the Yuelun Kingdom, the crossbowmen of the South Jin Kingdom, the barbarians on the grassland, the countless corpses that dyed the Wilderness red, and the three black clouds of dust in front of the Wilderness. He saw the sky gradually occupied by darkness. People looked in the direction of darkness with fear, and a tall man beside him said that it was going to be dark …
After killing the tea master Yan Suqing, Ning Que fled on the Vermilion Bird Avenue. The blood on his body and the big black umbrella alarmed the Divine Talisman. In that early morning, his blocked Snow Mountain was rebuilt, and he finally set foot on the road of cultivation. It was also at that time that he had another dream.
In that dream, he returned to the cold and dark Wilderness. The night was still invading the sky, so he looked up at the sky, while countless people around him did not look up at the sky, but just looked at him coldly, vigilantly and sadly. At this time, a sudden thunder sounded in the sky, and a light door slowly opened. Light came to the world again, and a huge golden dragon indifferently stretched out its head, looking down at the people on the ground.
In the exam to enter the Second floor of the Academy, Ning Que once again entered the dream where reality and illusion could not be distinguished when he climbed the rock on the peak.
The night was still invading the Wilderness, and the light was hidden behind the clouds, becoming brighter and brighter. People in the Wilderness were still looking at him, including the housekeeper and the young master whom he had killed many years ago. The tall man asked him what choice he would make, and he said he did not want to choose. The tall man asked him what if he had to choose? At the end of the dream, Ning Que killed the housekeeper and the young master again, and then walked into the night with the knife on his back.
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Ning Que looked at the three black smoke and felt the coldness coming from them, and his body became very stiff. He knew that he was dreaming, but he did not know how to wake up from the dream.
The night was getting colder, and the light was getting brighter and brighter, dividing the whole sky into two halves. The huge dragon head looked down at the people on the ground mercilessly, and slowly opened its mouth. The soldiers in the Wilderness were still fighting with each other, but it was hard to tell who was fighting with whom. Countless corpses were soaked in blood.
He looked at the tall man beside him, and looked at the white hair on his shoulders. His heart beat faster and faster, as if the broken war drums in the Wilderness could explode at any time. Because this time he finally confirmed that the tall man in the Wilderness in the dream … was the Headmaster of the Academy.
The Headmaster of the Academy did not turn around, but looked at the sky quietly, watching the battle between the light and the darkness. However, Ning Que was very clear that the Headmaster of the Academy was waiting for him to make a choice. He did not want to make a choice. To be more precise, he was able to make a choice last time because he was ignorant. Now he vaguely understood something, so he was not as fearless as before. What confused him the most was why the Headmaster of the Academy wanted him to make a choice.
Ning Que wanted to escape this dream, this bloodstained Wilderness, so he turned and ran towards the periphery of the Wilderness. He ran faster and faster, and his heart beat faster and faster. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his face became paler and paler. Then he ran into a white sea, a sea full of white lotus flowers.
The sea was no longer warm, and it was very cold. The white lotus petals were frozen into ice sculptures, and then scattered into pieces of jade, sinking into the sea. His body sank to the bottom of the sea, and entered the layer of blood that was thick like blood. The blood made it difficult for him to breathe, no, he could not breathe. He began to struggle with all his might, trying to escape, but he found that his hands and feet could no longer move, and struggling would only make him sink deeper.
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Ning Que opened his eyes and woke up. He was panting heavily, and his body was covered in cold sweat. His eyes were full of fear, and he looked like a dead man. He looked at the paper pasted on the roof, and after a long time, he finally confirmed that he had left the dream and returned to the Old Brush Pen Shop.
These dreams were his biggest secret. He did not tell Chen Pipi, the Headmaster of Academy, or other Senior Brothers and Sisters. Although these dreams were full of the truth that he wanted to find out, he did not dare to tell anyone, because he always felt that these dreams were hiding something terrible.
Sixteen years ago, the West-Hill Divine Palace, and now the Buddhism Sect were all guessing whether he was the Son of Yama.
Ning Que used to think that these were complete nonsense. However, every time he thought of what Wei Guangming said when he returned to Chang 'an from the Wilderness, he felt extremely terrified. If the legendary Son of Yama referred to a time traveler from another world, then wouldn't it be him?
The dark night came, and the Underworld Invasion. Although it was only a legend, it was a legend that made cultivators in the world vigilant and uneasy for thousands of years. He did not know the specific details, but he knew that this must be a major event that involved the destruction of the world. If he was really the Son of Yama, then what would he face?
No matter how tolerant the Headmaster of Academy was, and how he did not even care about Youngest Uncle and him joining the Devil, he would definitely not ignore this matter. Otherwise, why would there be a tall figure in his dream?
No matter how peaceful and warm the back of the mountain of the Academy was, it would not be softhearted in the face of such a big problem. If he was the Son of Yama, Eldest Brother did not know what he would do, but Second Brother would definitely take off the ancient crown and beat him to death, and then jump off the cliff to show their friendship.
If he fell into the hands of the West-Hill Divine Palace, he would definitely be tied to the stake and burned to ashes. If he fell into the hands of the Buddhism Sect, would the monks shave his head and let him recite sutras in the Xuankong Temple for the rest of his life?
In this case, the best ending was to become a monk?
Ning Que leaned against the headboard and thought about these things. His clothes, which were soaked in cold sweat, became dry and wet again, and his face became paler and paler. He could not imagine what he would face in the world if he was really the Son of Yama. At that time, the whole world would probably abandon him, and he would be the only one left to wander in the world, living a miserable life and avoiding the Divine Light of Haotian like a mouse.
At this moment, Sangsang moved in his arms and frowned slightly, as if she had dreamed of something bad, or felt Ning Que's mood at this time.
Ning Que looked at her slightly dark face and gradually calmed down. Because no matter whether he became a traitor or said that he was the Son of Yama, there would always be a little handmaiden who would not leave him. Even if he wandered in the world again, he would not wander alone in the world, but two people. This was good.
He lowered his head and kissed between her eyebrows, trying to kiss away the frown there.
However, Sangsang seemed to feel uncomfortable, and her eyebrows were knitted tighter and tighter.
Ning Que suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Sangsang's face became paler and paler, and it was as frightening as snow. Her tightly knitted eyebrows seemed to be in great pain, and her body became colder and colder.
Ning Que was shocked and hurriedly shook her to wake her up.
Sangsang opened her eyes with difficulty and looked extremely weak. A bone-piercing chill came from her clothes, and Ning Que could not help but shiver.
Sangsang trembled in pain and clutched Ning Que's clothes tightly. She wanted to say something, but could not say anything.
Ning Que did not dare to delay. He got up and blew a loud whistle. He pulled a thick quilt to wrap her body, held her in his arms, and rushed out.
He kicked open the wooden door of the Old Brush Pen Shop and ran to Lin 47th Street.
It was not dawn, and it was the darkest.
Ning Que looked at the entrance of the alley and shouted angrily, "You pig! Why are you so slow! "
The Big Black Horse was suddenly awakened by the whistle. It was about to express its dissatisfaction when it saw Ning Que's livid face and immediately knew that something serious had happened. Ning Que was in a very bad mood at this time, and he might really kill it at any time. It hurriedly kicked its four hooves and dragged the heavy carriage to the Old Brush Pen Shop.
Ning Que jumped on the carriage and said while gasping, "To the Academy."
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(I have good news for everyone. The main plot of the third volume is basically finished, and I will go through it again tonight. PS: There are so many typos that I want to kill myself. I am really in a bad state, so I have to revise it. 201209050023) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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