Nightfall

The old monk looked at Ning Que mildly and smiled, "It seems that you haven't heard of me."

Ning Que was slightly startled and said, "Should everyone have heard of you?"

The old monk's thin and ghostly face squeezed out a smile of self-deprecation, and said, "It may sound ridiculous, but I think it has only been decades since the younger generation of people should always remember my name. "

Ning Que didn't know what to say, looking at the cold eyes projected by Ye Hongyu, and seeing Wucuo in the Moshan Mountain's ink eyes, thinking to myself, did the word "Liansheng Shenguo" tell the truth?

"If you know my story, you should know that I realized the Taoism at the Lanke Temple. I used to teach the first lecture in the Xuankong Temple, but I didn't enter the temple after two times. In the end, I still made a great priest, but I think you two Little girls probably do n’t even know that I was almost a high priest of Mozong. "

The old monk's eyes looked softly at the three young men who could hardly conceal the shock, and said slowly: "Since the Demon Sect can penetrate the Central Plains countries, the Central Plains Buddhism and Taoism have naturally had similar means, don't be too surprised."

"Looking back to my life, I have experienced too many things in person, but sometimes I think that it is wonderful to meditate late at night, but when I think about it carefully, the most proud thing in my life is to have something like Ke Haoran. Friend. Why do you want Ke Haoran to die? "

The old monk looked at Ning Que, but his expression was compassionate but slightly astringent: "Because he is my best friend, I know his earth-shattering ability better than anyone else. I used to swim with him in the mountains when I was young After seeing him for several years, he was surprised to find that his ability was getting bigger and bigger, and he was getting closer and closer to the dark night.

"There are many kinds of friends. What I want to do is to make friends with Li You. The bigger the ability of Ke Haoran, the more I cannot accept the change in his view of the world, so I will not hesitate at all costs, even if it is not what I want in my life. He was dragged into this **** storm, and I would rather he die with Mozong than I would like him to fall into the devil's path. "

Listening to these long-lasting but still thrilling past, the room fell into a silence, Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan lowered their heads subconsciously. The girl rune teacher had heard a few words related to the matter from the teacher, and Dao Chi lived in the Xiling Temple for a long time, which is more than most people in the world know the story of Mr. Ke.

Ning Que has never heard of it. Through the indirect narration of Brother Houshan and Senior Sister, the image of Uncle Xiao will always be that tall and proud. With a blue steel sword in his hands, he is invincible in the world, where can he be like Mozong, etc. The image is connected.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Master Liansheng and asked, "How can my uncle Xiaoshi get enchanted?"

The old monk sighed and said, "The devil dives from the heart. Anyone can fall into the devil."

Ning Que is not a typical Tang man, but he still retains the temperament of many Tang people in his heart. He did n’t believe this statement at all. He shook his head and said calmly and surely: "My uncle Xiaoshi is invincible in the world, regardless of strength or spirit. It ’s so powerful, it does n’t need external help, and how can it practice what kind of demons. ”

Lou Seng said gently: "He has never practiced Mozong exercises. As you said, he does not need the help of Mozong exercises at all, but you do not know that such characters as Ke Haoran are like the light of thousands of years ago. Great priest, he will not be fooled by foreign things and external factors, but will go astray because of his own thoughts and thoughts. When his view of the world changes substantially, then he will start to depart from the glory of Haotian, toward Go to the night. "

Ning Que was startled, and said, "I don't understand."

Hearing this honest or replied answer, the old monk laughed and shook his head very slowly, then gradually smiled and looked at him calmly and said, "Always, when he picked up the sword, He has become a demon. "

Ning Que asked: "Horan sword?,.

The old monk defaults.

Ning Que remembered the "Horan Sword Preliminary Study" in the old bookstore, thinking of his own sword-taking skills taught by Brother Houshan in the college, and shook his head after a moment of silence, saying, "Haoran sword has nothing to do with Demon Sect. "

The old monk smiled at him and said, "The world only knows Haoran Sword, but it does not know Haoran Qi. If you have the opportunity to understand what Haoran Qi is in the future, you will probably know why I said that."

Ning Que vaguely understood something. It is probably that the realm of Uncle Xiaoshi was so powerful that he could n’t do it. In order to break through or enter the horn of horns in philosophy, he created his own spirit like the bright priest who was thousands of years ago. However, this noble spirit is something that Haotian does not allow to exist, just like the Demon Sect.

"I still don't understand."

Ning Que looked at the old monk in Baigu Mountain and said with a smile: "Anyway, I don't believe that Uncle Xiao will be enchanted."

This is unreasonable. Anyway, no matter the Tang people or the academy, the best thing is unreasonable. He thought that after all, it was a dusty past decades ago. How can you take me even as a lotus?

"Mr. Ke did fall into the magic path later."

Ye Hongyu suddenly opened his mouth, looked back at Ning Que and said, "In the end, he died from the heavens."

Ning Que was stunned, and then jumped up like a wild cat who was only stepped on the tail, screaming and shouting: "Fuck your mother!"

Listening to such ugly swear words, Ye Hongyu strangely did not furiously fight back, but looked at him with a complex expression, and said after a moment of silence: "I respect Mr. Ke, stay your life."

Looking at her reaction, Ning Que suddenly understood that the other party was telling the truth.

In the back of the academy, Brother No. 2 said that Uncle Xiao died, but did not say how Uncle Xiao died. No matter whether it was Master Yan Se or other practitioners, no one mentioned that there was one Uncle Xiaoshi.

It turned out that Xiaoshi Shu left the world in such a way.

Uncle Xiao is the idol of Brother II, and Brother II is the idol of Ningqiao, so Uncle Xiao is his biggest idol, but unfortunately he has only heard a few words in the wind, so there is no clear appearance, only vaguely distant proud.

Now coming to the wilderness, feeling the pride and confidence like snow cliffs and green pines in the wild mountains and deserted mountains, the young master uncle lived in his spiritual world. He followed the breath through the mountains and entered the verdant The valley, breaking through the enlightenment on the lakeside, firmly and confidently stepped over the blocks and came to the Mozong Mountain Gate.

Here, he finally heard the story of Uncle Xiao, and guessed the end of the story. After being shocked and sad, he suddenly realized that this is a natural story process.

A person as proud and confident as Uncle Xiao. When there is no more existence in the world covered by the sky, he will naturally pull out his sword at the waist and point to the sky above the head.

But, can't people still win the sky after all?

Ning Que was standing silently between Gushan, wondering how to speak.

The old monk sits quietly on the bone-bearing mountain. From the moment he heard Ke Haoran's enchantment, he fell into absolute silence as in the past decades, and a thin, skeleton-like face gradually showed a trace of mercy.

"After all, he still died like this."

The old monk sighed in the bow, unable to hear whether it was admiration or sorrow, as this sighed body that was already thin as a skeleton suddenly loosened, a trace of dust spattered from the bone or the rotten robes. Out.

After the dust-covered story was over, it was the turn of the world's grievances and grudges. All the world's events always revolved around in such a dull cycle. Ye Hongyu Chi's double tuǐ was slightly tight, and the right hand held the handle of the waist. sword.

Ning Que awakened suddenly, watching her back frown slightly, and quickly said: "Master Liansheng is in such a situation, are you in a hurry to get started now, according to my opinion, or save the master first."

Lou Seng slowly raised his head, looked at the young man calmly and compassionately, and said with a smile: "I am a self-restraint. If I don't want to come out, who can get me out of trouble?"

Ye Hongyu knew that Ning Que wanted to prolong the time, silently clenching the hilt, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw the lotus star seat in Baigu Mountain watching him slowly shake his head, and couldn't help but stop the movement.

The old monk smiled and said, "I have avoided the superb bones here for decades to atone for sins, and I will not kill them from the outside world. Why do you children want me to see these again? There are white bones in front of me, why recreate the killing industry?"

Ye Hongyu couldn't understand the legend that when the lotus sanctuary was still a Buddhist sect, he once killed and murdered in the face of the temple's palm and the strong men. Even when he moved, he became the wrath of the Buddha's thunder. Where is this now? Kindly withered monk?

However, looking at the compassionate, gentle and calm eyes of the lotus seated in the eyes, the spirit is as strong as her, and she can't help feeling that the body and mind are relaxed for a long time and can no longer afford the slightest sense of contention. The right hand slowly releases the sword handle .

The old monk said mildly: "I never thought that the Mozong Mountain Gate will open this day, and when the mountain gate opens, you can come in at this age. It must be a young man in the world today. Let young people like you listen to these. The boring old story is indeed a kind of torture, but thinking about you is the future of practicing the right way of the world. I really want to invite you to continue listening to this story. "

Listening to this remark, Ye Hongyu didn't think about it and sat back on the ground again after saluting.

Mo Shanshan sat cross-legged and sat quietly on the ground.

As long as Ning Que can not fight desperately with Daozhi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ let him tell the story, let him tell the story for three days and three nights, he will not have any objections, so he said sincerely: " Please enlighten me. "

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, very disgusted with this person's shameless.

"In the **** case of the Lanke Temple, people around the world thought it was the temple ruling department. Only me and the temple were counted, knowing that it was the deed, and when we were ready to find a suitable opportunity to tell Ke Haoran, he had already seen things in advance. The truth, of course, is only the truth on the first floor. To be honest, I still do n’t know how he saw it until today. "

"It was very comforting to see him riding a donkey to Daming Lake on the same day, watching him wave his hand to disperse the lake, and watching him draw a sword and cut a block, because I thought my plan would soon succeed."

The old monk said here, he paused for a long time, and then continued softly: "Because I thought at that time, no matter whether he destroyed Mozong or was killed by Mozong, he would never have the chance to enter the devil in this life. Friendship. "

Ning Quexin thought that Master Uncle had such a friend with you.

The old monk said with unrequited pain: "However I have never seen such a murder in my life." .