As soon as he walked into the clouds and mist on the mountainside, Ning Que heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind him!
The fearful memories that had been hidden deep in his heart over the years suddenly revived as these familiar sounds of horse hooves flooded, and then they unstoppable, instantly occupying all his body, making his body extremely stiff.
He bit his tongue hard , used his extremely powerful willpower to break free from fear, and forced his body to turn around and look back.
The mountain road that was supposed to be in the thick twilight disappeared, and the clouds and mists went nowhere. When I looked back, I saw a brilliant city standing between the heaven and earth, and the huge shadow cut off the official road to the north.
Dozens of Xuan cavalry wearing black armor were galloping towards the official road, with their hooves sounded like thunder, and the surface of the official road was slightly vibrating, and pedestrians were avoiding it.
Ning Que hid behind the tea shop table and chairs, staring at the confused eyes, watching the cavalry sailing towards the distance. Suddenly he noticed that he was much smaller than those war horses and pedestrians on the road.
He looked down and saw that he had only a small shoe on his feet, and his left foot was broken by a stone on the road and was bleeding.
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Leaving Chang'an City and heading north, he walked with the travelers in a daze. After being asked twice by the curious Tang people, he discovered this danger and quietly left the crowd one night.
He did not encounter wild animals in the wild. He could pick up the fruits and fill his stomach. Although hunger would always accompany him, when he was wearing yellow and hungry faces out of the forest, he was about to arrive in Hebei Road. Then he would go back There is no need to worry about being seen through your identity, because there are children like him, who are as yellow and hungry as his .
The wasteland was severe drought and Hebei Road was severe drought. The Tang Empire ushered in a rare natural disaster in the first year of Tianqi. The new king had just ascended the throne and ushered in the first major test of his rule. His Majesty the Emperor who rushed back to Chang'an City from Daze and urgently arranged disaster relief. The refugees on the wasteland had entered Hebei Road. The victims of Hebei Road were heading south. The lucky victims who took the lead received relief from the court. Still staying in Hebei Road, the victims around the vast Minshan Mountains are facing more severe tests.
In the fourth field of official road, imperial officials and yamen runners were counting the number of refugees and distributing porridge. More and more victims were migrating from the north to the south. For people at that time, the north was the underworld of the world, the most terrifying world.
While everyone was walking to the south, Ning Que continued to go north and entered the territory of Hebei Road. He walked along the road at the foot of Minshan Mountain with difficulty. On the road, he encountered bad intentions and hid in He avoided the grass, and in those grass, he saw many cold corpses.
In a forest where the bark was about to be peeled off, he was surrounded by a group of thin and hungry people. Looking at the clothes, these hungry people should have come from Yanbei. The royal family of Yan State was unable to provide relief. These hungry people naturally came to the territory of the Tang Empire.
"It's a pity that he is a child, and he doesn't have a few pounds of meat."
The hungry people looked at the little boy covered in mud. The leader's eyes were glowing green, very much like the wolf that Ning Que was very familiar with in the future. However, the wolf himself was also very thin, and his fur was very festered.
"We don't have the strength, you should take off your clothes by yourself and jump into that pot."
The hungry leader put his fingers into his mouth, as if he wanted to pull out a few pieces of flesh. He looked at the little boy with weak energy and said, "Be careful when you jump in, don't splash too much water. Nowadays, no one has the extra energy to chop wood and boil water."
The seven or eight hungry people surrounding the little boy nodded slowly, like corpses that could barely move.
Ning Que looked at them and asked, "You don't have the strength, but I still have the strength."
The hungry leader laughed like he was crying , stretched out his fingers like a dead branch, tremblingly lit the little boy's face, and said, "If you still have the strength, why don't you run away quickly?"
Ning Que didn't say anything else. He took out the hatchet that had brought the whole way from behind his waist, used all the strength accumulated with the fruits, weeds and the few small holdings of rice saved by kind-hearted people, and jumped up and waved it. The hatchet slashed hard at the nose of the hungry leader.
He is too young, too small, and too weak to jump very high even if he jumps. However, the hungry people in the forest have been hungry for too many days and have no strength anymore, so they can only watch him swing Hat the hatchet.
With a puff, the little boy cut off the hook , who wanted to cut off the nose of the hungry leader, stabbed into the other party's eye socket. Because he was so hungry that his skin was thin , the eye socket of the hungry leader was very clear. The picture of the chopping in was very clear, and the sound made was also very clear. The rusted hatchet tip penetrated directly through his eyes and then penetrated into his brain.
The hungry leader did not even snort, and fell down like a piece of wood.
Ning Que walked forward gasping, stepped on the neck of the hungry leader with his little feet, and pulled out the hatchet with force. As he moved, a blue-yellow liquid surged into the air, not blood.
He glared at the crotched ball hanging on the hatchet for a long time, then raised his face to look at the hungry people around him, and said, "If you want to eat people, eat yourself, I won't let you eat it." ."
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The mist lingered on the back of the academy was getting heavier and heavier, and the last twilight outside had been swallowed up. I don't know where the night birds were chirping from the woods. It might be a crow or another bird.
Ning Que was walking on the obliquely upward mountain path. Every time he stepped on a stone stair, his body would become stiff for a long time. It took a long time to get into the fog . He had already walked over a thousand stone stairs. , but I don't know how far it is from the top of the mountain.
If you look close, you can see that his eyes are a little hollow and out of focus. It seems that he is not looking at his feet, but looking at some pictures further away and some time from a longer time ago.
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Going north, along Minshan Mountain and into Hebei Road, nine out of ten rooms were empty, and the fields had been completely occupied by hungry people rushing from the wasteland and Yanbei. However, the drought lasted too long, so they changed their food to each other. Most of the hungry people have become corpses next to the road or food in the belly of wild animals in the Minshan Mountains. The corresponding dangers that Ning Que may encounter have become much less.
On this day, the long-lasting rain fell from the sky, and some villagers crawled out of the rural cellar. They knelt in the rain crying and kowtowed desperately for their mercy, while more people were so hungry that they had no strength to reveal anything. expression.
In the heavy rain, Ning Que sat under a small tree by the mountain, looking around with a confused expression, not knowing where he should go.
During these days, many victims have ventured into the vast Minshan Mountains. Although there are many wild animals in the mountains, at least they can find food to fill their stomachs. But he never entered the mountain because he knew that he was too weak now. Although he could kill the hungry people who were no longer able to kill the terrifying beasts in the mountain.
He took out the jerky meat from his arms, opened his mouth and bit it, tear off a few strands of meat, then leaned forward and took a few mouthfuls of rain, mixed it with chewed it into his stomach, without any enjoyment on his face. . The suffering over the past few days has made the white and tender little boy in the general's mansion extremely dirty and thin. The little boy's lips are covered with raised dry skin, and blood seeps out from time to time when he chews the flesh.
The rain gradually became lighter. He checked the hatchet behind his waist, picked up the wooden stick beside him, and continued north along the road at the foot of the mountain, ensuring that he had time to escape into Minshan at any time, because he knew that as the rain fell Life is revived, and those adults who are alive and healthier than before, may become his enemies at any time.
There were many corpses piled up next to the road ahead. The thin corpses had already rotted. At this time, they were soaked in the rain and emitted a wave of stench. Several wild dogs, who were also thin, were squatting beside the pile of corpses to eat, and one wild dog was just on the verge of He bit an arm with bone-exposed arms, dragging them back hard, and letting them growl hard from time to time. The other wild dog was squatting like a human, with two front paws on a thin and rotten thigh. He chewed .
Hearing Ning Que's footsteps, several wild dogs stopped eating, raised their heads vigilantly, stared at the little boy on the road, making a low and terrifying whimper. Two wild dogs judged that the little boy's body should make them. There was no threat, and he even gave up the uneasy rotten corpse in front of him and began to approach Ning Que.
Ning Que stomped the ground with the wooden stick in his hand, then took out the hatchet behind his waist, half lowered his body, revealing his slightly swollen and blood-seeking teeth, and shouted fiercely at the two wild dogs.
Perhaps because he smelled the bloody smell on the little boy and noticed that the other party had a different level of danger from his body shape, the wild dogs retreated with a squeak, scattered around the pile of corpses and stopped eating, and were about to wait for him to leave before continuing. .
The rotten corpses beside the road, and the dog who was supposed to be guarding the house turned into a wild dog that was pursuing rot . Along the way, Ning Que saw many such scenes, and he had long been numb and had no feeling at all, so he He decided to leave immediately, otherwise he would really get involved with these wild dogs, and maybe he would become one of these rotten corpses in the next moment.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a very slight voice.
He looked back at the pile of rotten corpses soaked in the rain, and found no movement, and he was about to leave again.
Just as he was about to leave again, the extremely slight sound rang again, and this time the sound was very clear.
It's a crying sound.
He walked back to the pile of rotten corpses soaked in rain on the road, roared, waved wooden sticks and hatchets, drove away the wild dogs who felt that their food was occupied, and then chopped off a rotten thigh with the hatchet. Throw it into the dry fields with rain .
The wild dogs whimpered twice, eating around the rotten thigh, and ignoring his movements for the time being.
Listening to the faint crying sound from the pile of rotten corpses , Ning Que began to move the uppermost corpse. His strength was indeed very small. Fortunately, the dead were already hungry when they died, and most of the internal organs were also Rotten and turn into water vapor is not too difficult to move.
The tentacles were wet and slippery, like some kind of oil sludge I ate during the Chinese New Year in Chang'an City. Ning Que threw away the rotten meat on his hand and continued to move it. In the end, he finally saw the owner with a faint crying sound.
A half- bearing corpse that was lying on his back in the field, wearing a ward-looking dress. After turning the corpse over, he saw the little baby soaked in the rain and corpse fluid . The little baby's face was pale, his lips were blue, his eyes were closed, and he was so angry that he could not imagine how she survived, and how could she make that cry just now.
Ning Que rubbed the rotten meat on his hand on his pants, then carefully picked up the baby, looked at her silent for a long time and said, "You don't want me to leave, so you cry, right?"
He jumped out of the pile of rotten corpses with his baby in his arms and walked along the road to the distance. The wild dogs that had been staring at him for a long time had already been staring at him with green eyes. Seeing that he had finally left, he let out a joyful whine and ran back to the rotten corpses. In the pile, a gurgling sound rang out after a moment .
Silently, the heavy rain fell again.
Ning Que glanced at Minshan in the distance, looked down at the pale baby, thinking that if you were to get wet for a while , I was afraid you would never be able to cry again. He wanted to find something to shelter the rain, and then he saw a black umbrella next to the road.
The black umbrella was big, old, and dirty.
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The fog is still on the mountain road.
Ning Que lowered his head slightly, stood among the steep stone steps, unable to take a step for a long time.
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With a whoosh, a feather arrow hit a gray rabbit accurately.
Ning Que walked forward like lightning, happily picked up the gray rabbit, and made a mistake in both hands, and broke the gray rabbit's neck bone neatly, and then threw it into the bag behind him. The bag behind the boy was heavy, and it seemed that he had already loaded with a lot of prey.
Squatting under the tree and sniffing it, he pulled out the vine behind the tree and climbed up the cliff along a steep path. In the grass near the spring on the cliff, he saw it with satisfaction for three days. The biggest achievement.
A rock sheep fell to the ground and screamed in pain. The two lambs were looking at it in vain, and from time to time they used their heads to push their mouths and noses. I don't know if they wanted to add some strength and confidence to it, or Want to comfort your relatives before your death.
Ning Que walked forward quietly, lifted a rope head in the grass in his hand, pulled it hard, and the rope trap hidden in the grass tightened suddenly. The two lambs roared and fell heavily When it fell down, the hooves were tied tightly together.
The big rock sheep, whose hind legs were caught by the trap , struggled desperately, looking at the lamb with hoofs tied , screaming anxiously.
"Your lives are good, at least there are still people who are worried for you."
Ning Que walked to the beast clip , looked at the two lambs lying in the grass, shook his head, then pulled out a knife from his waist, and directly stabbed the big rock sheep in the neck.
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"I'm back."
Ning Que dragged the rock sheep's body, carried a heavy bag, and led the two lambs back to the shabby hunting house among the woods.
A little girl ran out to greet him. She was about four or five years old, wearing animal skin and dark skin.
The hunting house was very worn and the light was dim. The old hunter sitting by the copper brazier put down his cigarette pole, looked at Ning Que with expressionless face, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and said, "How are you getting today?"
"Not bad." Ning Que said.
The old hunter's face was full of wrinkles, but you should never expect to see any kindness on his face. All you can see is greed and coldness.
"Let's have a meal."
The old hunter grabbed a piece of meat and took a bite. He felt that the taste was a little wrong, and cursed: "This dead girl! I told you to put less salt! Salt is so expensive! Who will give you money! You, a prodigal girl! You can only eat me I'm using it. When I raise you for another two years, I'll sell you to a prostitute village for money! "
The little girl lowered her head, her eyes full of horror. Ning Que lowered her head and looked at the ground potato porridge like clear soup in the bowl. His gaze reflected in the water light, and he could vaguely see the stars-like flames.
He has been listening to this kind of reprimand for many years. The old hunter ate meat. He and Sangsang don't even have to drink meat soup. He has been with this kind of treatment for many years. He was already used to it, but it seems that there is no way. Always get used to it.
Xiao Sangsang held the porridge bowl with his two little hands, his thin arms trembled a little, and he suddenly coughed.
Ning Que reached out and stabilized the bowl for her.
The old hunter took a sip of the strong wine, looked at them drunk and said, "You are sensible. If the bowl breaks, how should I deal with her?"
Ning Que glanced at the meat bowl in front of the old hunter, stood up and walked over, and said sincerely: "Grandpa, Sangsang got sick again last night. Do you think she was letting her eat a piece of meat too?"
The old hunter slapped Ning Que on the head, stared at him and cursed, "Is the prey used for you to eat? It's used to exchange money for salt! I think I'm not good to you, so get out of here! When will you catch a tiger back for me? I will ask you to get out of here with the tiger bones! I spent a lot of money to put on a steel clip, but you didn't use it at all!"
Ning Que retreated silently .
After drinking, the old hunter went out to check the prey that Ning Que brought back today.
A moment later, he walked in with a whip, whipped at Ning Que, and cursed: "You prodigal thing! How many times have I taught you! Everyone dragged it back to slaughter me! Who told you It was slaughtered outside!"
Ning Que's face was covered with blood marks, but he did not avoid it, because he knew that there was no point in evading, so he lowered his head and explained, "That rock sheep is too heavy. If you don't kill it first, I can't drag it back. Besides, I'm very good at it. Note that skinning should be fine."
"What's the use of you if you can't drag it back!"
The old hunter whipped him angrily and roared, "You only know the skin, you can sell it if you forget blood! Bastards !"
" Damn it!"
The old hunter walked out of the hunting house angrily.
Ning Que looked at Sangsang, who was holding a bowl of porridge with his head down, wiped off the blood from his face, looked at her and said with a smile: "I'm so good. Don't try to block the whip for me in the future, otherwise that old guy will suck it. It's even more exciting."
Sangsang held the big porridge bowl and nodded vigorously.
"Damn my dear girl! Why don't you boil the bath water quickly!"
Outside the house, the old hunter screamed and scolded with resentment , and no one knew where his resentment came from.
Sangsang raised his head and looked at Ning Que nervously.
Ning Que was stealing the meat that the old hunter forgot to hide, and nodded after a moment of silence.
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The vast Minshan Mountains are two worlds inside and outside.
The world outside the mountain has arrived in the Tang Empire for five years. For the people living in the mountains, life is just a day after day. For the old hunters who took in Ning Que and Sangsang, this kind of In the monotonous repetition , there were finally some other pastimes, such as whipping and insulting or something else.
Ning Que will be ten years old this year and is already a teenager.
Sangsang is five years old this year.
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Sangsang poured hot water into the bucket, and the mist evaporated.
The old hunter, naked in the barrel, looked at her and cursed, "You dead girl is black and dirty, so hurry up and wash yourself."
Sangsang nodded, then walked out of the door, took a basin of hot water from Ning Que's hand and walked back with difficulty.
The hot water in the basin just boiled and it was very hot.
Sangsang stood on the bench and poured from head to toe to the old hunter.
An extremely shrill cry sounded inside the house.
The old hunter ran out naked, covered with scalded blisters. He squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly what was outside. He held a hunting knife that never left his body, waving like a madman, and his mouth was He scolded the most vicious swear words he knew.
There was a crisp and loud bang, and the metal plates collided together, and the old hunter fell down and let out a more shrill scream.
His right leg was half broken when he stepped on the steel trap used to hunt tigers.
Ning Que and Sangsang walked over and looked at the old hunter lying in a pool of blood.
Even in this situation, the old hunter still retained the cruelty of the mountain people, staring at Ning Que and cursing: "You bastard ! You ungrateful thing! You won't die a good death!"
"Yeah, we have avenged it in the past few years, and now is the time to take revenge."
Ning Que took out the hunting knife from behind, looked at the drooping flesh of the old hunter, looked at the pitiful guy at the base of his bloody thighs, and said, "I originally wanted to endure it for two more days, but you wouldn't give it to us." Hold on to the opportunity."
"If you weren't going to sell Sangsang to a prostitute , we wouldn't think about killing you."
"If you weren't going to take a shower, we wouldn't think about killing you."
Ning Que continued to say after watching him silent for a long time: "Actually... if you were willing to let Sangsang eat a piece of meat, maybe we wouldn't kill you, and we might just sneak away by ourselves."
The old hunter panted and looked at him in dismay.
Ning Que held the hunting knife in his hand tightly and slashed it with a sudden knife.
The old hunter's head fell.
After a while, Ning Que walked out of the hunting house with a boxwood hardwood bow and quiver on his back, and his hunting knife swayed slightly at his waist.
Xiao Sangsang followed behind him with a shabby black umbrella.
"If you are tired, I will put it on my back."
Then the two disappeared into the vast Minshan Mountains .
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The night has arrived, and the thick fog in the mountain behind the academy is as smooth and thin as milk .
Ning Que stood on the stone steps with his head down. After a long period of silence, he slowly raised his hands.
His hand clamped the hollow of his fist, as if he was holding an invisible knife.
The night wind whistled up on the mountain road.
His body slanted slightly, and he slashed with a knife, cutting through the night and the mountain road.
With one sword, the stone steps went up one step.
There was silence among the thick fog on the top of the mountain.
A voice full of pity sounded: "I don't know what kind of suffering Ning Que has encountered in his life, and I have never heard him say in the old bookstore . How is this mountain road... so difficult for him."
"The mountain road is long, and the past mental disasters have turned into reality and are blocking the climber. If you can see through or look down on it, you may be easier. But if you cannot see through and regret it, you will never have the hope of climbing the mountain. ."
The second senior brother's voice slowly rang out, and it was not until this time that there was finally a serious respect in his voice.
"These two people who climbed the mountain today are very interesting, especially Ning Que."
"Although he didn't know what the memories and pains in his heart were not specific, he was unwilling to forget them at all, let alone regret at all. He even thought it was unnecessary to see through them. Facing the darkest deep in his heart The corner, those most painful experiences, are still exactly the same choices he made back then."
"If he cannot see through it, how can he keep his true heart and remain unchanged over the years?"
"Since you don't want to see through it, you can only kill it."
"He wants to kill this mountain road."
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(For me personally, this chapter is very pleasant to write. I finally wrote about the murder caused by a piece of meat. Because it was so enjoyable to write )
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Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 155 The Green Trees on the Top of the Mountain, the Rotten Pastry, Everything is an Illusion...
He ran between the hunting villages with Sangsang on his back , fighting wits and courage with the beasts and hunters. He smelled the stench after the Yanjing slaughtering village and saw Xiao Zhuozi floating away with the practitioner. He took Sangsang to Weicheng and joined the army to kill the enemy and become a military member.
He saw the beautiful and peaceful Shubi Lake . He shouted and rushed forward with his comrades, watching the fierce horse thieves running around like rabbits on weekdays. The gold, silver and softness obtained by the horse thieves became The trophy of the border army was pushed back to Weicheng.
That winter, when he killed pigs in Weicheng, he ran to the pigpen very early. He listened to the pig's howl in despair, looked at the blood gushing out of the pig's neck, and excitedly blew under the pig's skin with his bamboo tube under the guidance of his senior. I was so angry that I worked all night.
Looking at the big white pig being brought into a boiling water pot and rolling to shaved, Ning Que squatted on the ground and looked up at Sangsang beside him, and asked, "Does it look like he killed grandpa?"
Sangsang said, "We kill pigs first and then use boiling water to scald them. When we kill grandpa, we burn him first and then kill him."
Ning Que thought about it and felt that the difference was really big.
Before killing the old hunter and leaving the hunting house , at Sangsang's request, he let the two lambs go.
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Ning Que stood on the mountain road, in the night fog, and in his past years.
On the long mountain road, each stone step is the day I spent. When he climbed the mountain, he passed the first half of his life again. This is not a dream of nothingness, but an extremely real reappearance, and his There is always very little joy in life, filled with too much blood, rotten corpses and death, and all the joys and sorrows of the first seventeen years were concentrated overnight. What would it feel like?
The heavy mental impact made people lose themselves, making him often forget that he was climbing a mountain while walking, and his expression became more and more painful. He stared at the distance near before him. Walking on the stone steps is getting slower and slower.
He stopped, his pupils gradually returned to normal, and looked at the depths of the night fog and said, "I'll kill you."
After saying this, he continued to lift his steps, walked up the upper stone steps, slowly stretched his right hand into the air, into the white night fog that was as thin as veil, and held a slender hilt of the knife in the air . Then he pulled out the familiar long sword in the void and slashed at the void in front of him.
Before the blade, countless horse thieves were in different places, the heads of Shubi Lake were dyed red again, countless barbarian spies were killed off, the autumn grass was dyed with red frosting, and familiar or strange faces were split into bloody and bloody halves. Then disappeared.
In the night fog, he killed the generals all the way on the mountain road, from Minshan to the grassland and then back to Chang'an City. He killed the fat censor, killed the sword master in Linhu Xiaozhuli , and killed the blacksmith shop. The old general.
All the objects that were blocking him were cut off by him, whether it was the enemies who brought him tragic memories, or the comrades who had fought side by side with life and death but wanted to escape in the battle, or the one who took him deep into the grassland for eight hundred miles to save him The war horse that survived his life.
The rain fell on the Spring Breeze Pavilion, and he waved his knife in silence.
It was raining in the Forty-seven Alley, and he saw the black-faced boy Ji sitting in front of the gray wall.
Ning Que finally felt a little tired and a little tired. He slowly put down the long knife in his hand. Looking at the depths of the night fog at the end of the mountain road, he murmured: "It is not easy for people to live, but living a lifetime is already painful enough. So why bother let me live again?"
He looked down at Sangsang beside him, frowned, and said in pain: "I know these are hallucinations. The hallucinations can't scare me, but I can't prove that these are hallucinations, so I really feel very painful, just like we used to That's so painful."
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Prince Longqing walked calmly above the mountain road, his sleeves fluttering, and a slight look of fatigue appeared between his eyebrows.
When he walked into the first stone steps of Yunwu stepping up the mountain road, he knew that everything he saw, heard, felt was an illusion. He thought that he could see through all this with his clear mind and unobstructed mind, so as to climb a mountain easily.
However, when he started walking, he realized that he had underestimated the difficulty of the second floor of the academy. No matter how clear and unobstructed the Taoist heart in his chest was tempered by the Xiling Taoist Dharma, if you can't really see through it, then these The hallucination really exists.
Prince Longqing returned to his childhood. At that time, he was very favored and could run freely in the palace. The little prince always thought that his father was the most powerful man in the world, and his mother was the most powerful woman in the world. However, a conversation he accidentally overhearded in one year directly tear him apart. All the beautiful imaginations .
That year, the northern part of the mainland suffered a severe drought. From the wasteland to the north of Yan and then to the north of Tang, countless hungry people were displaced and chased the green leaves to eat. On that day, the envoys who were permanently stationed in Yan of Tang entered the palace under the imperial edict and went to the palace with his father and emperor After some conversation.
"King of Yan, I hope that your Yan State can show its due ability! I do not expect your weak army to defend the border and prevent your hungry people from running into my Tang Empire, nor do I expect you to have the ability to solve the problem. You have to worry about the people's stomach problems, but at least when the Great Emperor of Tang Dynasty starts to provide disaster relief, you must at least have a rough estimate of the number of hungry people!"
The envoy of the Tang Dynasty had a long beard and floated far away when blowing, which encouraged anger or arrogant arrogance: "The food I helped by the Tang Dynasty will arrive in Chengjing in about ten days, but if you don't want Yanbei, you will be in Yanbei. All the people die, it is best to think of some solutions yourself! Don't expect my Tang Empire to solve all problems! Your Majesty has the world in mind and regards all the people as the people of the Tang Dynasty, but after all, your Yan Kingdom is not my Tang Dynasty It's true that we have no reason to take all the urgent food for your people to eat for you Yan people! "
After saying this, the envoy of the Tang Dynasty left. The young Prince Longqing looked at his back in shock and realized that his father was not the most powerful man in the world. The country called the Tang Dynasty was casual. An envoy dared to scold his father without hesitation.
He rushed out and asked in a slight voice: "Father, why didn't you send the soldiers to kill the ruthless envoy!"
Hearing this sentence, the face of Emperor Yan, who had always loved him , suddenly changed. He was the first and only time in his life that he slapped him in the face.
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Prince Longqing stood on the mountain road, thinking about the four words on the stone at the wood gate outside the fog , smiled sarcastically, and said, "A gentleman does not fight? How can a gentleman not fight? Anyone who does not fight is dead, how can he be a gentleman?"
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The mountain road is long, like a long life.
If Prince Longqing's life is stripped of the golden cloak of geniuses, it is actually extremely boring and lacking in contentment. I don't know if it was the slap that day by Yanhuang or the many things I saw later. The little prince was no longer as naughty and cute as he used to be, but became silent and hardworking. And he gradually learned that no matter what he saw, he would Can be calm and unconscious.
The double-colored cat raised by the mother died after stealing a piece of pastry on the plate. Because of this incident, the entire palace maids were killed by sticks. He sat quietly in the mother's arms and listened to the news from the yard. The sound of the stick hitting, howling and crying . He reached out to the plate and grabbed a melon seed, carefully peeled it, blow it off the skin and put it into his lips, as if he didn't know that the piece of pastry should have been different from him.
Later, more and more people died in the palace. I don't know how many batches of all the nanny and palace maids around his princess, nor how many lazy cats in the palace died. The maid was killed by someone, and someone else's maid was killed by his mother. None of these things could cause his emotional fluctuations, as if it had nothing to do with him.
One day, Prince Longqing began to show his cultivation talent. He was regarded as a treasure by the priest stationed in the Xiling Temple and decided to take it back to Xiling Tianyu Academy to study. On the way away, he went to Yuelun and Nanjin and saw it again. Many things.
The lilies in Yuelun Palace were watered and scalded to death. The gardener who was responsible for watching the flowers was thrown directly into the rolling boiling water pot by the furious aunt Qunimadi . A disciple of the Southern Jin sword saint Liu Bai was expelled from the master's sect and had a caesarean section on the street, and his intestines flowed out loud.
Prince Longqing looked at these quiet expressions and his expression was very calm. In his opinion, this was not indifference, nor was it cold-blooded, but the quality that must be possessed to maintain his Taoist heart to be clear enough to reach the sky.
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In the night fog, Prince Longqing looked at the mountain's approaching, and smiled sarcastically on his face, and said proudly: "Apart from Haotian , nothing in the world can make me fear, nothing can make me feel pity. Since In this way, how can this mountain road stop me?"
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Prince Longqing walked slowly on the mountain road, slowly repeating his life. He went to Tianyu Academy . Because the priest who loved him lost power in the internal struggle of the temple forces, he also became the target of suppression. At the beginning That half year has been discriminated against.
Just re-experienced the scenes that made him uncontrollable in anger back then, and now he can be absolutely calm. He was ridiculed and ridiculed, but he calmly returned this humiliation to the other party with death and failure during the Tianyu Academy competition .
He entered the Judgment Division and began to hunt down the apostate heresy.
With the whip of thorns , he whipped the girl's smooth and delicate back, tearing open a series of terrible bloody mouths. He stood outside the prison and watched calmly, silently.
A classmate from the Tianyu Academy was sentenced to abdication for his disrespectful words to the head of the sect and was sentenced to permanent imprisonment in the dark water prison. He personally pushed the other person who had been in love into the water and then listened. With those screams and screams of guilt and angry curses, he walked calmly into the sunshine outside the prison, his face calmly.
A remnant of the Demon Sect who was old , was finally caught by the Temple Judgment Office after 60 years in a seclusion in the mountain village. Prince Longqing personally tied him to the wooden platform and carefully allowed the iron chain to avoid the old man's old body and was tortured. The wound then lit the firewood under the wooden table.
On the other end of the blazing flame, the subordinates of the Judgment Department took a baby away from the young mother's arms, and then stabbed the young stick to death with a stick, and finally broke the baby into a pool of meat paste on the ground. Jing looked at this scene without moving.
Those who practice Taoism are heretics. They stand outside the world and look at the world's affairs. How can the world's affairs disrupt his mind ? He worships Haotian and punishes the sins of the world. He firmly believes that the people he kills are all people who deserve the sin, so how can he have mercy?
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It was late at night, and many people who watched the opening ceremony of the second floor of the academy front floor had left. Although great figures like His Highness, Princess Li Yu, and the priest Mo Li are still waiting for the final result in silence, there are only two people left on the mountain road at this time, and they have no relationship with many countries. Why should those envoys wait any longer?
Naturally, the students of the academy did not leave. They looked at the mountain silently, with very complicated expressions on their faces.
Zhong Dajun looked at Xie Chengyun, who was supported by Jin Wucai, looked at the lost expression on his face, sighed and said, "Chengyun, let's go back, there is nothing good to look at. Could that guy Ning Que really beat Prince Longqing Can't it be done? "
Jin Wucai looked at Xie Chengyun worriedly. She knew that although this man looked gentle, he was so noble and conceited. He gave up halfway through the mountain climb today. Compared with Prince Longqing, he became a common person, but he was afraid that he would suffer a great mental blow. What she was even more worried about was whether this man would be depressed after discovering that Ning Que was much better than her.
Xie Chengyun shook his head, looked at the back mountain of the academy that could not be seen clearly in the night, and said, "I want to see the results."
Suddenly someone let out a depressing scream.
The floating clouds in the night sky dissipated at some point, and the clouds and mists on the hillside also dissipated for a moment. The stars shone on the winding and steep mountain road, illuminating the stone steps clearly.
After only a very short period of time, the clouds and mists in the mountains gathered again, covering the mountain path tightly again, and no longer able to see what it looked inside.
But in this moment, many people saw two figures on the stone steps of the long mountain road. One of them had already reached the extreme height of the mountain road and was about to approach the top of the mountain. Judging from his figure, he should be Prince Longqing, and Ning Que's behind him should be That figure was still crawling hard in the middle of the mountain road, and it was still very far from the top of the mountain.
Out of some strange psychology, many people in the academy sighed with relief, and some murmured: "Fortunately, Ning Que is still inferior to Prince Longqing."
Chang Zhengming glanced at the man coldly and said, "I'm just starting to doubt whether it's a mistake to study with you guys and not continue to work in the Yulin Army. Yes, we used to think Ning Que was useless. Thinking that his morality is problematic, but this does not mean that in order to reduce his humiliation afterwards, we should hope that he will fail."
His face was as iron as iron, he said, "Don't forget that Ning Que is a Tang Dynasty man, he is a member of our academy, Prince Longqing is a Yan Dynasty man, and a member of Xiling. I feel very ashamed now, but you don't know how to be ashamed, so let me I feel humiliated."
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The scene where the starlight illuminates the mountain road naturally cannot escape the eyes of Mo Li priests and academy teachers.
Since Ning Que started climbing the mountain, people who knew that he could not practice had never stopped talking and ridicule. When he surpassed one young practitioner after another on the mountain road, these discussions and ridicule became much smaller, and when he finally succeeded. After entering the mountain fog and becoming the only person on the mountain road who is still competing with Prince Longqing , the field fell into a long silence.
"From the day climbing to the night, judging by the speed of that boy, I'm afraid that he won't be able to climb to the top of the mountain for another half a month. Now the prince is about to reach the top, so why don't you directly announce that he has entered the second floor? Is it still Want us to stay with us?"
For some reason, the priest Mo Li, who was originally proud and calm because of his full confidence, suddenly felt a little uneasy in the heart of Tao and a little irritable. He patted the back of the chair impatiently, stood up and said in a deep voice.
Li Yu was too lazy to look at him and said mockingly: "If you don't have to wait, you can let Prince Longqing fly directly to the top of the mountain. As long as he goes to the top of the mountain first, how can Guan Ningque be used? But if Prince Longqing has not climbed to the top of the mountain , no matter whether Ning Que crawled or jumped, no matter how long he would have to climb, I think you'd better not say too much meaningless opinions."
The priest Mo Li was furious, but there was nowhere to go, so he had to sit back into the chair.
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In the meadow under the stars, Sangsang squatted beside the road with a big black umbrella, turning the handle of the umbrella gently.
At this moment, the young monk named Zudao walked out of the academy.
When he saw Sangsang squatting beside the road, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his body suddenly turned into a stone statue. He could no longer move any more, and he just looked at it quietly until his eyes were obsessed and confused.
It's been a long time.
He looked at Sangsang's slightly dark face, and at the thin yellow hair floating on her forehead. He put his hands together, and praised in the gentlest tone and the most sincere attitude: "This girl, you It's really beautiful."
Sangsang stood up with a big black umbrella and looked around in confusion. After a long time, he confirmed that the monk was praising him. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him and said seriously: "Don't." curse."
Zhudao smiled slightly and said, "I have a wise eye and can recognize the jade in the stone. The girl misunderstood."
Sangsang listened to the three words Shi Zhongyu, felt a little embarrassed, and then reminded him seriously: "Even if I look good in your eyes, I don't praise people like this in the future, because this sentence is now used to scold people in Chang'an City. of."
"Why is this?" Wudao asked in surprise.
Sangsang disliked his scorching gaze, turned around and looked at the academy, ignoring him.
Zhudao turned to her and asked gently, "Girl, who are you waiting for?"
"My young master."
Zhudao said seriously: "Miss, no one in the world is qualified to make a woman like you wait except me."
Sangsang looked at him and said, "You have already gone down the mountain, and my young master is still on the mountain, so you are not as good as him."
"I just don't want to get into that fog." Wudao explained seriously, suddenly thinking of something, and asked in confusion: "The young master you are waiting for is the academy student named Zhong Dajun?"
Sangsang looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "Not bad."
Zhudao said seriously, "Very good. When I was on the mountain, I said I would kill him. Now it seems that I have an extra reason to kill him."
Sangsang turned his head and ignored him.
"Girl, when I saw your beautiful face like the dark night, I suddenly thought of a love poem."
Zhudao stared at her side face in a daze and chanted slowly , "The woman I like, if you want to practice Buddhism, I would become a young man again, and go to the mountain hanging in the air to slaughter it again, so that There are a few scars on my head, the woman I like, if you are willing to practice Taoism, I would become a boy again, go to the Pure View behind Taoshan, and wash shoes for the proud man with a wooden sword on his back."
Sangsang didn't hear what he was saying at all. She looked at the back mountain of the academy in the dark night. At this moment, she seemed to feel the sadness that Ning Que was experiencing, and her brows frowned slightly, looking very painful.
"Girl, I can't wait with you anymore. I can't watch you wait so much. I decided to take you away, take you to the ends of the world, to the corners of the sea, I will accompany you to the thunderbolts and give birth to the thunderbolts, okay? ? "
After saying this, his expression was solemn , and he didn't wait for Sangsang to answer. He responded. He stretched his palms toward her neck. The wind whistled at the fingertips. Although it was not hurtful, it made people feel unconscious. mean.
Suddenly, the monk's sleeve on the arm he stretched out burned violently, instantly burning the monk's sleeve into pieces of gray and black butterflies, and then leaving with the wind, leaving only a piece of white, thin and smooth arm!
Zhu Dao made a strange cry, and turned into a afterimage and retreated more than ten feet in a row. His eyes were palpitations and stared at the bottom of the meadow, gritted his teeth and asked, "Who?"
A sudden sound of horse hooves sounded, tearing through the tranquility of the night in the academy. The black carriage was very strange, with all kinds of complex patterns engraved on the carriage, and it seemed very relaxed to pull the carriage uphill, and there was a little smoke under the hooves. It has not been brought up, as if it was hanging in the air.
Yan Se, the god talisman master of the Tang Dynasty, with indifferent expression, with his hands that had reached out to the car window before, but the talisman drawn by his fingers in the air was still unsuccessful. The green grass beside the road turned yellow and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The lustful monk enlightens the Tao. If you dare to stay in my Tang Dynasty, don't blame me for cutting you with a sharp character with one knife and one sword."
Wudao guessed the identity of the man in the carriage, and his expression became solemn. He stood in front of him with one hand and tried to defend himself, "I am a love monk, but I am not a lustful monk. Could Master Yan want to use his elder status to suppress me? ? "
"Since you are from that place deep in the wasteland, how many other practitioners in the world can suppress you with their seniority?"
The talisman master Yan Se slowly walked off the carriage, looked at the young monk indifferently and said, "But you are just a useless thing in the sub-branch. In fact, you didn't even tell you the rules you should tell in the temple. Remember it in the future. It's the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an. If you dare to make trouble at the gate of the academy, even if I kill you, the people in the temple will not dare to fart."
After saying this, he looked at Sangsang, who was holding a big black umbrella tightly beside the road, frowned and said, "Are you Ning Que's maid?"
Sangsang nodded.
Yan Se said, "Why are you waiting outside? Come in with me."
Sangsang replied, "I heard that I won't let you."
Yan Se knew that Ning Que was still on the mountain road at this time, and was in a very annoyed and nervous mood . Hearing this, he shouted in a deep voice: "Follow me in! I want to see, the Master and the eldest son are not at home, who else is there in this broken academy. Will come to stop me!"
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Prince Longqing walked out of the mountain fog.
He looked up and saw a gentle forest around him, and there was a rock that suddenly appeared between heaven and earth in front of the mountain road.
Walking on that rock should be considered a successful top.
He was about to continue, but suddenly he felt something in his heart, tidied up his clothes, turned around, and bowed respectfully to a big tree far away beside the road.
Under the stars, the top of the mountain is as bright as day, and clouds and mist flow constantly below, like water.
There was a person sitting under the green tree. Because it was too far apart, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He could only feel that he was not too old, but he was wearing a very ancient robe and a top on his head. The extremely tall ancient crown has a solemn atmosphere.
Prince Longqing didn't know who that person was, but when he left Xiling Temple, the head teacher once reminded him that the students in the mountain behind the academy were definitely not ordinary practitioners, so he should be careful. The person under the tree could wait on the top of the mountain to climb the mountain. Those who are naturally noble in their status.
The man under the tree said calmly, "I'm second."
Listening to this, Prince Longqing's expression remained unchanged, but a sensation arose in his heart. He remembered some legends that the woman had told him, and the second senior brother who was extremely proud and powerful in the legend, and then bowed respectfully, but this bow was lower than before.
"You are very good." The second senior brother under the green tree said calmly: "You are definitely qualified to enter the back mountain of the academy."
Even though he is naturally proud of Prince Longqing, he feels happy when he thinks that the person who comments on him is the second senior brother of the academy.
"As long as you climb that big stone, even if you succeed in reaching the top, there is one of your fellow travelers in the fog. You can climb the mountain yourself first or wait for him. It seems unfair to let you wait for him, but I What I can tell you is that this big stone is difficult to get on and is even harder to walk on than the mountain path you have walked, so you'd better adjust and take a break first."
Hearing that there was a fellow traveler in the fog, Prince Longqing frowned slightly. In his calculations, except for the monk, no one could stand to the top of the mountain today. Those mediocre people could not even step on the fog path . superior. Since that monk is not convenient to get into the fog due to his identity, who can actually keep up with his own pace?
The second senior brother under the tree said calmly: "The choice is in your hands, you can climb the mountain first."
Prince Longqing pondered for a moment, then bowed respectfully and sat down cross-legged to express his attitude.
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In the night fog mountain road, Ning Que looked at Zhuoer sitting under the gray wall, with a wet chest slightly undulating. Looking at his pale face and the breath of death in his eyes, he said after a long silence: "I can do it." You cut with one knife, but why should you cut? Two brothers in the world, you are dead, why should you block my way again? I will go up to get all the remaining messes you have done."
Zhuoer leaned against the gray wall and looked at his dismal smile. His chest was undulating and heaving sounds made between his lips.
"Fake it, these are all fake. What do I need to rely on to prove that these are fake?"
Ning Que stood on the mountain road with his head down, standing in the night fog, and in the spring rain near the Forty-seven Alley.
Suddenly he raised his head and said, "Where is Sangsang?"
Sangsang stood beside him, looked at him with his slightly dark face and asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
Ning Que looked ahead and said, "Sangsang, take out all the money in the family. We will find a good cemetery for Xiao Heizi, and then get him a nanmu coffin, which will make him so beautiful."
Sangsang said, "Okay... But young master, the young master is already dead, and there is no way to be more beautiful than death."
Ning Que said, "Anyway, he has lived again, why not die again?"
After saying this, he walked towards the gray wall, raised his knife to the sky and then roared down, chopped off the head of Zoer, cut off the gray wall wet by the rain, cut off all the illusions, revealing the direct passage. A steep mountain path to the top of the mountain.
Then he looked around and found that Sangsang was no longer there.
"I said that all this is hallucination and I can't scare me."
Ning Que looked at the real mountain road in front of him and said to the end of the night fog, as if he wanted to explain it to them: "The Sangsang in my imagination was a perfect little maid, but the real Sangsang was absolutely It's not like that. You can inspire my own brain to create a messy environment, but you don't know that what's in my own brain is not all real."
A confused voice came from the fog: "Although I don't know what you thought about just now, how do you judge that it is fake Sangsang?"
"Because although Sangsang is kind and kind, she will never be willing to spend all the money in her family for a dead person. Zhuoer can't do it, she can't do it herself, and even me can't do it."
Ning Que smiled, then raised his sleeve and wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips and walked up the mountain.
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The top of the mountain covered by Yinhui , a tree in the east and a tree in the west, are all cold-resistant coniferous forests, not the jujube tree that Tangerine Pipi likes the most.
Prince Longqing sat in the grass to regulate his breathing and congratulations , closing his eyes tightly.
A very subtle voice sounded behind the green tree in the distance : "Senior brother, thank you."
The second senior brother sitting cross-legged in front of the Qingshu, with a quiet and square expression, and said calmly: "This kind of harmless small back door can still be opened occasionally. Besides, Longqing is already one step ahead of Ning Que, so he can wait for a while It's fair, too."
Just like the famous saying of the academy: Rules are about who has a strong fist. Since it is an exam on the second floor of the academy, the so-called fairness is actually just the view of some people themselves.
Prince Longqing Biningque went up the mountain for a while, but he waited for a long time on the top of the mountain.
The stars in the night sky gradually moved, and time passed by minute by minute.
I don't know how long it took, the thick fog below the mountain road flowed.
Prince Longqing opened his eyes and looked.
As the night fog was dissipated, Ning Que, who was dressed in rags, slowly walked out along the mountain road, with his face blue and purple, as if he was a beggar who had been chased down the mountain by a vicious dog many times, looking extremely embarrassed.
Prince Longqing looked at his face and remembered who he was. He slowly stood up, clenching his right hand in his sleeve slightly.
Ning Que took out the pastry wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms, stuffed it into his mouth to replenish his energy, and walked towards the top of the mountain. He did not forget to greet the people under the green trees over there: "Sorry, it's too late." , it's late."
Then he saw Prince Longqing and said in surprise: "That's great, so you're still here."
Ning Que handed the pastry to him and asked, "Do you want a piece?"
Prince Longqing looked at the strangely shaped pastries in his handkerchief, silently not knowing what to say.
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