Nightfall

The moonlight is as before, the wind is no longer, the snow is still there, and the blood marks on the snow are clear and thrilling.

The middle-aged Taoist walked to the terrace, and Xiong Chumo and the sea also came over. The three looked at the bottomless abyss under the fence, the mist under the moonlight and the old trees with snow on the cliff, and they were silent. a long time.

Then they left each other without talking or looking at each other—Ning Que jumped, Haotian jumped, Ye Hongyu jumped tonight, Ning Que and Haotian could live, she could not live.

Since death is the only ending, then no need to care.

It ’s just that people are dead and things are not over yet. She is the ruling constellation. Her death will cause a lot of troubles. Daomen now has to deal with many things. Xiong Chumo will start to prepare to suppress the wrath of the ruling temple. Stabilize Taoshan's situation, and middle-aged Taoists want to regroup Tao Men's will.

The more important thing is that with this battle tonight, with the death of Ye Hongyu, Daomen began to formally destroy Protestantism, and the war with the Tang State and the Academy will also officially begin.

The three left, the temple was severely damaged, and regained the loneliness of no one again. Naturally, someone would be arranged under the cliff to confirm Ye Hongyu's death and search for her body, but only by that day, even if she could return to it The ruling temple, this murderous temple, can no longer greet its master.

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The night was deep, and Yue'er was hidden behind thick clouds, and criss-crossing streams on the earth. The stone bridges on the clear water and the cold-resistant wildflowers under the bridges were swallowed up by the night.

It was very cold this year. The fields outside Yangzhou were frozen and some were strong. When the night was quiet, there was a muffled sound. Someone fell from the city and hit the ground heavily, smashing the frozen ground out of several cracks. The man's leg bones suddenly broke, but under such pain. There was still no sound.

Wang Jingluo's eyebrows were tight. Even though it was dark at night, the paleness of his face could not be concealed, countless sweat beads forced out of his body and instantly wet the whole body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. Hand-based. Crawling forward **** the ground. He was slightly relieved after drilling into a bush to make sure that he would not be easily discovered.

Just then. The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard again in front of the city wall. He pulled out the bushes and looked there. He saw a person lying on the ground, who was covered in blood and obviously dead.

Rapid footsteps sounded above the city wall, and then dozens of torches were ignited, but in an instant, the dark night was expelled, and the city's head was illuminated like daylight.

The man lying motionless on the ground was also illuminated by the torch, and his face was covered with blood, but he could barely see the facial features-Wang Jingluo's body shook slightly, the hand holding the branch shook slightly, and his face became more Pale, because he knew the man, to be precise, he knew the man very well.

In the past few years, Wang Jingluo, on behalf of the imperial court, secretly contacted those young people with nostalgia in Yangzhou City and made a lot of progress. The young man who died at this time was one of them.

The city head of Yangzhou became disturbed, there was a shout of killing, there was a sound of weapon impact, Wang Jing looked up with difficulty, knowing that on the city wall, those young people loyal to Changan were being hunted down by the strong men of the temple, he 'S fists were getting tighter and tighter, but he couldn't do anything and couldn't help but feel despair.

Another person fell, hitting **** the frozen field, smashing the soil, splashing bleeding flowers, and then more and more figures fell and kept dying.

His pale face was full of despair and pain, and his eyes were full of regrets. He regretted that he couldn't find out that all his plans were mastered by the temple. Regret didn't predict the temple's sudden shot.

He regretted letting these young people die.

These people who died tonight are his helpers in the princes. They are all young people in Qinghe County. In the words of Ning Que, they are real hope, but ... the young man ’s bones are still broken, after all, they are still broken .

Wang Jingluo's eyes were red, his lips were bitten, and he began to bleed.

He stared at the temple cavalry in the city head of Yangzhou, and looked at the figures shining under the torches, his body trembling in pain, like a wounded mourning dog, but he did not dare to condole.

He turned around, crawling on the ground like a dog, crawling to the deepest part of the night, crawling and bleeding, he had to leave Qinghe County alive, he would tell the Tang Army on the side of the Qingxia, tell Ning what happened tonight The plan of the academy has failed, telling Chang'an that the war has begun.

Ning Que didn't think about it, nor did he think that the Xiling Temple would suddenly shoot under such circumstances. Their career, young people in Qinghe County, suffered unimaginable losses.

However, I will be back.

On the day I return, the iron hoof will crush this difficult and cold field, the torches will fill the manor by the Fuchun River, and the heroic souls of the dead young people will receive the grandest memorial service.

Wang Jinglue crawled towards the dark night, away from the glory of the torches in Yangzhou City.

Snow suddenly fell and sprinkled on the dead young people.

It also fell on him like a dog.

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The longest straight street in Yangzhou City was brightly lit by the lights.

The shrine moved slowly in the middle of the street. More than ten maids beside the shrine sprinkled petals into the night sky. Those petals mixed with the fresh snow and then fell together, holy and pure.

Snow breeze slightly, lifted the mantle in front of Yu, revealing the childish face of Hengmu Liren.

On both sides of the long street, thousands of people in Yangzhou kneeled down to the ground. At the forefront, the masters of the Qinghe County valves also knelt on their knees. No one dared to look directly at his face.

Tonight, Yangzhou City is chasing and killing people everywhere, blood is pouring into the cracks of the blue stone slab, flowing into the clear Fuchun River. It is the bloodiest night since the rebellion a few years ago.

Young people loyal to Chang'an City died a lot tonight, and those who could not be discovered by the temple must have seen such a **** picture. It will also be a lot silent.

Hengmu Liren only shot once tonight, and more than a dozen powerful people at the Tang Dynasty ’s Tianshu site died as a result. His hands were stained with blood, and his will even covered Qinghe County with blood.

His expression was still so calm and innocent.

He is not a great priest of Xiling, but he has no less authority and majesty than a great priest of Xiling.

He is a gift left by Haotian to the world. He is a self-proclaimed spokesperson for Haotian. He sits in a shrine and moves slowly through the flowers and snow. Enjoy the awe and love of mortals.

He likes this feeling very much.

The war with the Tang Dynasty finally began. Can that person named Ning Que still sit in Chang'an City?

Ning Que, when will you come out?

When will you come to see me?

Please come and fight me.

Please come and be killed by me.

The firelight shone the night snow like a white powder, like a catkin of spring.

Hengmu Liren's eyes penetrated the snow and skies across the Qingxia. Landed in Chang'an City. Thinking with a smile.

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Snow is everywhere in the Central Plains. Both Taoshan and Yangzhou City are covered with thin or thick snow, and later Song Guo will also have a snowfall. That snow will remain in the history book, and before that, the snowy grassland suddenly stopped, and the snow disappeared, exposing the bright moon.

In the north of Weicheng, thousands of tents are being demolished, countless livestock are being driven away, the warriors of the Golden Horde are wearing saddles for the mounts, tens of thousands of elite cavalrymen are about to set off, the scene is spectacular, but no sound can be heard. In addition to the uneasy tweets of the animals, the atmosphere seemed a bit depressed.

As the most powerful force in the northern part of the mainland, in the past few years, they have won the war with the Tang Dynasty. The noble people of the Golden Horde have enough qualifications to be proud and proud, but this time the situation is different.

Tonight, Jinting Wangting will move south overall.

Southward migration is a southward invasion.

This means that the final decisive battle is about to begin, and it means that the Tang Dynasty, which will rule the world for thousands of years, is the most proud warrior of the gold tent, and it has begun to get nervous.

The first to leave Weicheng south was a team that looked very ordinary. The team consisted of more than ten large vehicles, with few people and no burden, so it was easy to walk.

For the Golden Account Wang Ting, this is the most important team.

Thirteen prairie high priests were sitting in their cars respectively. The skull necklace hanging on their chests was white like pure jade under the moonlight shining through the window.

A string of ordinary wooden beads hung on the chest of the State Master, just like the ordinary clothes on his body, just like his ordinary face. He looked at the bright moon outside the window and smiled calmly, wondering what to think about.

For the Central Plains practice line, he is a barbarian outside the world. Even if he led the Golden Account King Court into Haotian's arms, he and those priests were still free from the orthodox practice world.

But this does not affect his power, nor his emotions.

He longed for that round of bright moon, he wanted to go to the south, to experience what the Central Plains thought and thought, he wanted to go to Chang'an City, he wanted to go to the academy, of course, naturally, he did not want to come back.

Young Ada was also watching the moon. The air was continuously washed by wind and snow for several days. The air was extremely clean. The grassland in the middle of the night was extraordinarily quiet, so the moon looked extra round and extremely large.

Unlike the National Teacher, Ada didn't have much thought. He just felt that the moon was a bit dazzling. He squinted, and his childish face was full of irritability.

The Golden Account Wang Ting mobilized. More than one hundred thousand Tieqi was about to go south. Shan Yu's determination was very big and his movements were very fast. But Ada was still a little dissatisfied.

He wanted to kill the Tang general named Hua Ying. He wanted to defeat the last cavalry of the Tang Army. From Xiangyueyuan to Hebei County, all the places with water plants will become his territory.

In this process, he will be waiting for the iron arrow with the people in the convoy, and waiting for the arrival of the Yulian. He will break the arrow and kill the man.

why? Because he wanted to do this, he wanted to retaliate against the Tang Dynasty man named Ning Que. He wanted to defeat the legendary academy. He thought, since he thinks so, then this should be the will of longevity.

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Song Guodu, it has not snowed yet.

The confrontation in the square has lasted for a long time. Thousands of Protestant believers, a similar number of Taoist priests and Song cavalrymen, looked at each other nervously, already exhausted.

A torch was lit on the high platform, illuminating this corner. Ye Su sat behind the case, watching the morals in the case and thinking quietly. Chen Pipi sat down beside him. in silence.

Tang Xiaotang and more than a dozen Jiangge disciples, standing in front of the high platform, also kept silent.

Faced with the attack of the temple, they did not know how long they could last, and they could not leave, so they had to wait.

Xiao Yu, a young girl from the South China Sea, had a ugly face because she represented the attitude of the Daomen at this time. However, at the most critical time of the day, the Daodian bell rang, and she could only stop and wait.

wait? Why wait? Does Haotian also give tolerance to these apostates? Can Ning Que really convince the audience to let Ye Su and the Protestant believers pass? wait for what?

No one knows what is waiting.

Waiting for the killing order. It is still the arrival of peace.

Those who know the peace talks of the Xiling Temple. I also feel that this wait is too long.

Only Longqing knows what the Xiling Temple is waiting for.

Not waiting for the subject to be persuaded or unable to be convinced by Ning Que, not waiting for the final result of the peace talks, not waiting for Haotian's decree, but waiting for a person's death.

Or. News of death.

News of Ye Hongyu's death. Her death. This is the beginning of this war.

The young judge ruled that the great priest was not dead, and the Daomen could not do anything with Ye Su.

Long Qing knew but didn't care. Because he knew it was inevitable, whether it was tonight or tomorrow morning, her death would always come to the field.

So he still chopped the firewood very seriously, picked the firewood sticks like in the daytime, and then piled them up to the center of the yard. He piled up very carefully, just like doing a delicate craft.

Across the courtyard wall, thousands of people were facing each other outside the wall. He piled firewood on the side of the wall.

Because he had plenty of time, he chopped a lot of firewood, and now he can even luxuriously pile all the wood wetted with snow to the bottom, and only put the dry, flammable and perfectly shaped fine wood on top of the pile.

The dry woodpile has been piled up to several square feet, densely packed, much like a tomb of a king.

It may also be the tomb of a saint.

At the top of the dry woodpile, there are wooden piles, two vertical and horizontal, like a person, but also like a cross.

A piece of rope hung on the stake.

Ropes and wooden piles are used to tie people, and those firewood are used to burn people.

Time passed slowly, and the night faded away. The sky was white with fish belly, and the other side of the courtyard wall sounded the chanting sounds of Protestant believers.

Long Qing listened to the neat sounds of the chanting outside the wall, and gently followed the chanting. The tone was very interesting and seemed to be singing.

His selection of dry wood did not stop, his expression was serious, and his emotions were calm.

The silver mask was tied around his waist. He didn't wear it. The scar on his face did not fade. It is strange that the scar was no longer so horrible and ugly. The gray eyes were particularly charming on the beautiful face.

Listening to the sound of the chanting from outside the wall, it repeated slowly, resting the fine wood on the woodpile. Longqing repeated these movements under the increasingly bright sky, and then suddenly stopped.

"We ourselves are the road, the truth and the life."

He raised his head, his eyes crossed the courtyard wall, and fell to the east. I wonder if it was the sun or some other building. He murmured and repeated, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

This city is the capital city of the Song Dynasty and is not well-known on the mainland. It cannot be compared with Linkang, let alone Changan, but this city has a profound meaning for Daomen.

There are the oldest Taoist temples on the mainland and the longest history. Here, many great priests were dedicated to the Xiling Temple, and the people in the observance of the temple have an inseparable relationship with it.

Chen Mou, who is the master, is also here.

Song Kingdom is one of the sources of Daomen and is the most conservative.

Ye Su chose to spread Protestantism here as a base for Protestantism. His thoughts were based on this consideration. He had to move forward in the most dangerous places and see the sun in the abyss.

Just thinking about it, the bell suddenly came from afar.

The bell should start from the Song Palace.

Long Qing's expression slightly coagulated.

When he saw the white smoke rising from the temple, he confirmed that the news had finally arrived.

The solemn bells and the white smoke rising straight up into the clouds represent only one thing.

In the Xiling Temple, a great priest left the world and returned to the Haotian Divine Kingdom.

Ye Hongyu is dead.

The youngest verdict in history is dead.

Long Qing was standing behind the courtyard wall, watching the white smoke gradually disperse in the sky, thinking about the dead woman, she couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions, and remained silent for a long time.

He and she were born in the oracle, working together in the Judgment Division, he was the second division, she was the chief division, he was the son of Xiling, she was a peerless Dao, he was never as good as her.

When he chose to betray the Daomen for power and become the lonely ghost, she was already seated in the Fangmo Jade Seat, the Moyu Seat that he would never forget.

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, subconsciously, he still felt ashamed in front of Ye Hongyu, and even some instinctive fears, so in the illusion of climbing in the academy, he would stab Lu Chenjia with a sword in front of her She and Ye Su will be regarded as the biggest demons in spiritual practice.

Today, she finally died. There was no joy in Long Qing's heart, but she was a little empty, or that was because she was not dead in his hand.

He can no longer make up for this regret, which is regrettable.

Fortunately, Ye Su was still alive and had the opportunity to be burned to death by his own hands.

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The solemn bells spread from the temple to the square, to the ears of thousands of Protestant believers and priests and deacons. They washed away their fatigue and tension and led their eyes to the temple.

A white smoke rose from there, very holy.

As a devout and once devout Haotian believer, people know what it means, whether it is a Protestant believer, a deacon in the temple, or a cavalry in the Song Dynasty, because of the white smoke Silence, long failed to resolve the shock of the heart.

If it is another moment, people should kneel down to the white smoke and express their sorrow and memories, but now, this white smoke is more a signal to war.

Xiaoyu raised his sword in his hand and pointed at the people on the platform.

Behind her, dozens of powerful Daomen, as well as more ministers and deacons, walked slowly forward, and more and more Song cavalry came out of the streets around the square.

The butcher's knife has been raised, and the lonely Protestant believers ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ huddled together in fear, retreating to the rear, and the threat of death woke them from the shock of the white smoke.

After sitting in the case, Ye Su's right hand fell on the scroll. He looked sideways at the white smoke that had not dispersed. Silence for a long time. The approaching enemies and neighboring deaths could not distract his eyes.

His sister died because he died.

For the past ten years, he was very harsh and even cold on her, because of Chen Pipi, because of those things, but she treated him like a child.

She is the best person to him.

That man, went.

Ye Su was silent and speechless.

"Let's go." I didn't know how long after that, he said: "The teacher wants me to die, and I will die. If you live, that's fine."

Yes, it is better to be alive than dead.

Looking at the white smoke, he thought sadly. (To be continued ...)