Nightfall

People will die, the morning is not coming, the night is still cold.

The snow lake is extremely bright. Haotian Shenhui continues to burn in the residual snow on the ice and the lake water, releasing the water vapor, and you can hear the sound of boiling gradually, such as the early morning hot spring in the mist.

Xiahou was covered with blood, and his scattered white hair was sticky into a willow-like shape by the blood. He looked at Ning Que, his dim-eyed eyes were deeply puzzled, and he whispered hoarsely: "You were only four at that time Years ... hate this ... things are not easy for four-year-olds to remember, do you really hate me so much? "

The cold wind blew his face, and the smile on Ning Que's face gradually disappeared, and he said a few words.

"Four years in Chang'an City when I was a kid was the happiest time in my life and in my life. At that time, I didn't need to think about anything, I didn't need to learn anything. It ’s a pity that General ’s books are destroyed by you. ”

"I have lived pretty well in the eyes of others in recent years, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to live hard every day, so I certainly hate you."

"No matter what I do in these years, the housekeeper and the young master who were killed by me in the fire room could not be resurrected, the people who died in the general palace can not be resurrected, my parents cannot be resurrected, my best part Time ca n’t come back again ... then no one or anything can stop me from killing you. I want to let them know that it ’s cost-effective for me to throw that knife, and I want you to know that I ’m doing it for me Revenge of my parents, my father is Lin Tao and my mother is Li Sanniang. "

Xiahou lowered his head and looked at the knife in his belly, and suddenly asked, "How does it feel to be revengeful?"

Ning Que said: "It feels good."

Xiahou raised his head and said with a slight sense of regret: "What's it like?"

"I can't tell you what it feels like anyway. It's just relaxing. I always feel that after you die, the world has changed. I'm no longer the same as me in the past 15 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 book posts to earn money, instead of writing a lot of boring symbols every night; you After my death, I can often go to Red Sleeve to listen to the small song, instead of listening to Brother Song in the back of the college. "

"After you die, I will still practice, but it is no longer just like in the past years just to make myself stronger, but simply to be interested and hobby or to satisfy my own way of seeking the road; after you die, I can stop being like In the past, always staring at your back, waiting to fight with you in Weicheng or Changan, I can go to the Nanjin River, go to the shrine to the East Sea, and see the world and the people who live in it. "

He looked at Xiahou seriously and said, "After you die, I can stop thinking about killing you so that I can be truly free to do what I want to do."

Xia Hou laughed, his laughter very sad and his expression very strange.

"Freedom ..."

Xia Hou looked at Ning Que's eyes full of pity and mockery, and said, "You are a righteous disciple, but you have been deeply enchanted and waited. If I betrayed the demons ... you have already set foot on my old path, you are destined In the gap between light and darkness, struggling to survive, where you may be truly free, naturally there is no happiness. "

Ning Que took Park Sword as a cane, supported a weak body, stood up hard, looked at Xiahou and said, "The Academy is not Ming Zong, I am not you."

Those who do not have a deep understanding of the academy simply cannot understand the true attitude of the academy, especially the Confucius, towards Mozong. Ning Que never fears that he will become the actor in the story.

"The academy is indeed not the Ming Sect, the master's ōng lama, where will he care about what his disciples are doing, but you are indeed not me, you are ... not human at all."

The light in Xiahou's eyes was already dim like a firefly that could be killed by the cold wind at any time, but at this time it became brighter and said sharply, "You are the son of Hades!"

Fifteen years ago, the Light Block believed that the son of Hades was born in the Xiling Temple of General Xuanwei's palace and ordered Xiahou to be cleaned, so there were so many stories and the **** battle tonight.

When Xiahou was dying, he recalled the suspicious huòs in this battle tonight, and those who did not arrive but passed through Ning's deceased predecessors, who became more and more convinced of this judgment.

He looked at Ning Que and smiled weirdly, and said with curse and curse: "Hao Tian is on the top, your son of Hades will one day be burned to ashes by Hao Tian Shenhui like me."

"I am the son of Pluto, which probably makes you more receptive to the fact of dying 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 Shenhui, so your curse has no meaning to me.

"Are you really not a son of Hades?"

Xiahou muttered, "You are not the son of Hades, how could you escape from Chang'an City with such a pee? If you are not a son of Hades, how could you beat me across the border, how could I die today?"

His cheeks are like a willow tree split by a lightning bolt, wrinkled to the extreme, full of incomprehensible emotions, if Ning Que is not the son of Pluto, how can he have such a great luck, such an incredible opportunity, can cross the border to challenge and kill Die powerful yourself?

Unbelievable, General Xiahou, who had been tyrannical for decades, looked like he was spitting at the entrance of the village to look for the old man who kicked the door open last night.

Then he looked up at Ning Que and said in pain: "I don't want to die."

Ning Que said, "I want you to die."

No one wants to die.

Most humans die abnormally because someone else in the world really wants him to die.

Xiahou didn't want to die, he wanted to live and continue to have glory and power.

Ning Que wanted him to die very much.

So Xiahou died.

Xiahou still had a burly and mountainous body straight tǐngtǐng backwards, evacuating the misty heat around him, falling into the lake with a bang, splashing countless splashes of water.

The uppermost layer of the cold lake water has been burned by Haotian Shenhui to boiling, and it keeps tumbling, looking like a hot spring in the valley of Yanjing, and like a big pot of clear soup.

Xiahou's body floated in the boiling lake water, his eyes were wide open, and a trace of suspicious huò and faint unwillingness could be seen on the **** face, and the skin of the thin cheeks became strangely red.

Many years ago, in the military camp at the foot of Minshan, Muronglinshuang, the predecessor of Mozong, danced a magic dance of heaven and earth. The world was shocked. The strong in the Xiling Temple gathered, the swords in the mountains and rivers. Xiahou did not hesitate to cook with his own hands. After her, he resolutely betrayed Mozong and devoted himself to Haotian Daomen.

That was the most important turning point in Xiahou's life, but he probably couldn't think of it himself. When he died, he would also be boiled with boiling water, just like that woman.

If there is really heaven, then this is the so-called cycle.

Seeing Xiahou's body undulating in the turbulent lake, Ning Que suddenly said: "Who said the sheep must be eaten by the winter solstice? Who said he would not stab someone without a gun?"

This is the autumn time, he said to Ye Hongyu at the side of the sheep's miscellaneous pot. Ye Hongyu understood the previous sentence, but he still could not understand what the latter sentence meant.

Today is the winter solstice, and it ’s time to eat sheep miscellaneous soup-the snow lake is full of warm and humid water vapor. Standing on the lake is like standing next to the sheep miscellaneous pot, and it is like the steam in the red sleeved yard Rubbing the bath room-the first person killed by Ning Que's revenge: Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi died there.

Ning Que felt very warm, calm, and relaxed at this time, as if the pores steamed in the bath were all relaxed, and then ate a large pot of sheep offal with coriander rot.

"Who said that the son of the porter could not take revenge? Who said that Dongxuan could not cross the border to kill Zhiming?"

He turned and walked towards the south bank of Yanming Lake, occasionally raising his arm to wipe his face, not knowing whether to wipe off the dust or tears on his face, especially the corners of his eyes became very red.

Sang Sang had fallen off the cliff and came to the snow lake. His thin body was already very weak at this time. He also had to hold a **** umbrella and dragged a heavy arrow box.

Looking at the figure in the front of the snow, the two people accelerated their pace at the same time. When they met, they looked at each other's familiar face, and they were in a complicated mood, and they didn't know what to say.

So he didn't say anything, Ning Que put Sang Sang in his arms, his arms were very strong, the two people's faces were deformed, with tears, and they looked funny.

Ning Que's face was a little red and a little hot. Sang Sang's face was very pale and very cold. The two people's faces were stuck together, they were very comfortable with each other, and then they were calm.

At the bridge on the west bank of the lake, Chen Pipi loosened his clenched hands and gently patted the railing. A blood mark appeared on the railing. Before watching the game, Tai Ningxie worried, and he broke his hand nervously.

Tang Xiaotang glanced at the fluttering green jacket of the bridge, took Chen Pipi's hand, walked out of the trestle, and walked towards the two people hugging together on the snow lake.

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In the snow palace of the palace, the empress queen stood expressionlessly at the threshold.

Her gentle face was already covered with tears. The emperor gently embraced her from behind and wanted to give her some comfort. The tears in her eyes flowed more and more, trying to break away from his arms.

The emperor's majesty was very tight and hard. The queen's lady was struggling angrily. After all, she failed to break away. This is not because she was too sad and lack of strength-she turned back into the warm embrace of her husband, silent Crying indulgently, the front of the dragon robe was wet from time to time.

Under the snow pavilion outside the palace, the national teacher Li Qingshan looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the south. Master Huang Yang withdrew his palms on the ancient clock, and the bells 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, cicadas suddenly sounded again, the voice was stern, but it was very joyful. ! .