Nightfall

The middle-aged Taoist didn't smile or speak, but just stood quietly, as if Yu Lin's attention and Jun Mo's silence didn't mean anything to him.

At this moment, the rain became smaller, and the sound of hoofs and wheels crushing the road stone came again from the street. The roasted sweet potato shop at the end of the town was closed. The gray-haired elderly people sat with middle-aged men, father and son. In the oxcart under the light rain, he paused in front of the butcher's shop, and his son brought out two hot, sweet baked sweet potatoes.

Yulian and Junmo took the roasted sweet potatoes and nodded. The elderly wiped off the raindrops on the white hair, patted the thick neck of the ox, and said, "It will be difficult to eat in the town in the future."

His family has been roasting sweet potatoes in the small town in front of Taoshan. It has been roasted for thousands of years. It has been passed down from the ancestors to the present. It has never been broken down. In addition to watching the temple move for the college, the most important reason is that the Confucius likes to eat his roast. Sweet potatoes must also be the original stove in the original town.

The war was about to begin. The father and son of roasted sweet potatoes withdrew from the town. The temple cavalry hidden in the rain and outside the town dared to stop and silently opened the way.

Yu curtain tore the slightly burnt hard skin of the roasted sweet potato, picked out some red potato meat with his little finger and handed it into his mouth, chewing for a long time with his delicate lips, feeling that although it was delicious, it was not as exaggerated as the teacher said. .

Junmo thought for a while and didn't eat it on the spot, but wrapped the roasted sweet potatoes carefully with a handkerchief, put it in his arms, and then looked at the middle-aged Taoist, his eyes penetrating the autumn rain, and I don't know where it fell.

Yulian reminded beside him: "The veil is mine."

Junmo said, "That's Brother.

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Yulian was a little annoyed, and no longer ignored him, holding the roasted sweet potato, looking at the butcher within the threshold, said: "Does the Taomen survive, the subject does not care, and you have no reason to care."

Talked about sweet potatoes and handkerchiefs one moment ago, and talked about Daomen and the world at the next moment. Life and sacredness have never been so easy to unify and harmonize, so her words and deeds seemed a little cute.

Today the town is autumn rain, she seems to deliberately let herself go on the lovely road.

The butcher raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "How can you understand?"

Yulian looked around and found that there were no trash cans on the street. He threw the roasted sweet potatoes that he did not want to eat on the ground soaked in rain and said, "Isn't it betting on both sides?"

The butcher's thick eyebrows grew higher and higher.

Yu Lian said: "The drunkard followed the viewer, whether it was a fist or a peeping glance. Even if he bet there, you came to Taoshan, and naturally you want to bet along the door abandoned by the viewer. What I do n’t understand is why none of you are willing to bet with my college? "

Butcher taunted: "Because there is no Haotian in the Academy."

Yu Lian looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, and then said: "Does the door have? Don't forget to bet on both sides, it is easiest to lose both ends."

The butcher was silent for a moment, and said: "If I kill you, you can stand on the bank of the river and wait for the end to appear. No matter who wins, there is no harm to me."

Yu curtain said: "You must see the end?"

The butcher said: "Yes."

Yulian said with a bit of hatred: "It really has been decayed! In addition to watching, besides waiting like a dog, I dare not do other interesting things!"

The butcher went to the threshold of the butcher shop, picked up the knife on the ground, looked at the gray sky cut into countless thin strips by Qiu Yu, and said, "When you live long enough, you will be as careful as we are."

Junmo hasn't said much. At this time, he heard his sigh and said: "Living so carefully, the longer you live, the more boring you are."

After finishing this sentence, he took Yu Yu to the outside of the town. Autumn rain fell on the two brothers and sisters, slightly wet, and the rain on the street was crackled by the footsteps.

Standing at the entrance of Qiuyu, Jun Mo said, "I didn't see it."

Yu Lian was worried, saying: "According to Ye Hongyu's memories, there should still be remnants of the scroll, if it is not in the hands of that person, where is it now?"

At this time the middle-aged Taoist said in the distance: "The two came from afar, why not go up the mountain to visit?"

Yulian turned around and looked at him and said, "The bad guys don't need to be invited. It's free today."

Middle-aged Taoist said: "The two gentlemen always have to teach."

Yulian said: "I am the Sect Master of the Devil Sect who has been in Xiling for a thousand years and is the closest to Taoshan. I am very satisfied with this alone. If the butcher doesn't do it, why should I move?"

Junmo is much more direct than her. Looking at the middle-aged Taoist, he said: "Don't dare to see the religion, just pass a word to the temple people. From today, Taoshan can only enter and not exit."

Middle-aged Taoist expression changed slightly.

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky rain clouds.

Thousands of cavalry riders in the Xiling Temple inside and outside the town, as well as the priests and deacons hidden in the mountains and forests, listened to Jun Mo's words, listened to the thunder, and wondered how to speak.

Ordinary and casual sentence, but it is domineering to the extreme.

As if to prove this sentence for Jun Mo, there was a dense horseshoe sound faintly in the depths of autumn rain, the ground trembles slightly, and the rainwater accumulated in the puddle trembles a little light, obviously still in the distance, because the trend is too After being fierce, it gave people a feeling that the wind and thunder swept through the earth, and even Qiuyu had to blow away.

In the north, Datang Tieqi, who was led by Xu Shi himself, broke through the three lines of defense of the Xiling Temple in the morning and reached the town of Qiaobian more than forty miles from Taoshan.

In the east, hundreds of rotten monk monks led by the sea monk marched silently in the brave autumn rain. As for the strong Buddhist buddhas including the masters of Yidao, they should be able to arrive faster.

Western, full of silver-haired Cheng Lixue, summoned the old genus of the Tianyu Temple in Xueshu Township, and he was almost approaching. He looked at the Tianyu Temple that grew up on Taoshan in silence and emotion.

In the south, countless show swords shone with their swords, and in the gloomy valley, countless trees wetted by the rain broke off the sword. The blood-stained gods and the pear-flowered kings, under the guards of tens of thousands of river troops, slowly Slowly approaching Taoshan, the deacons of the Xiling Temple who met along the way did not dare to say anything.

Taoshan has been surrounded, Xiling Temple is at stake. Jun Mo said that from this moment, Taoshan can only enter and not exit, not that he is too domineering, but that the college is now qualified to say this sentence.

It is shocking that the college did not immediately start an attack on Taoshan, or that it had a relationship with the butcher in the town. It seems that it was due to other reasons.

Academy seems to be waiting for something. At the same time, many people have noticed that in such an important and even the last moment, Ning Que was actually absent, and Long Qing was not there.

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One day before, Ning Que ended his self-cultivation process of seeing a broken stone in the Lanke Temple, and looked at the hundreds of sangsang statues in front of the rain temple, with a satisfied smile on his face.

He picked out a stone statue he was most satisfied with and put it in his arms. It was a sleeping picture of Sang Sang. She slept on the hot kang, but still shrank coldly, trying to get into someone's arms. Her feet were exposed outside the bedding, white like two white lotus flowers, tender and tender.

He left Washan in the autumn rain and embarked on a journey to find Sangsang again, but this time he had to be more confident, and seemed to be aware of it, and went directly to the north.

Washan was before Song Dynasty. There was a very unknown town at the junction of Song and Yan. On the day he walked into the town, it suddenly snowed in the sky. I heard it was the first snow of the year.

The only butcher shop in the town has been closed, and the calligraphy and painting shop is still there. Because the drinker who likes drinking doesn't know where to go, there are only tea and ink in the shop.

Ning Que walked into the calligraphy and painting shop, put the fried chicken bought in the previous town on the table, and looked at the boss with a slightly sly look on his back: "Come with me for two drinks?"

Turned to Xiaoshu and watched him shake his head, still taking two wine cups.

Zhang San and Li Si heard the sound, rushed to Qianpu, and found that he was shocked, looked around subconsciously, and then picked up the door panel shop with the fastest speed to close, and then came to see him.

"I've seen Uncle Xiao."

Ning nodded at the shortcomings, motioned for a bowl of rice wine, and said, "The butcher is in Taoshan, and the drunkard is chasing his brother.

Said to Xiaoshu: "It took me a long time to arrange this bureau.

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Ning Que said: "So no matter how cautious it should be? Well, I admit that I came here today to break this game, I don't want you to continue this game."

Said to Xiaoshu: "Can you kill him?"

Ning lacks silence, with the indistinct and immeasurable dual realm of the drunkard, even if the master brother and the three sisters join forces, it may not really be able to kill, not to mention him.

"I'm going to the north, I always feel that there is something wrong with this trip." He looked at Zhao Xiaoshu quietly and said, "Go back to Chang'an City, the sister-in-law's children and the old man are waiting for you."

Did not respond to Xiaoshu, he raised the wine cup and said, "Drank this glass of wine."

Ning lacked a drink and expressed sincerity.

Said to Xiaoshu: "Then go."

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Ning Que was kicked out of the town ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ had to go north with the stone figure.

He could not know the exact location, but knew that he was in the north.

The town was at the turn of Song Yan. Not far from the town, it entered Yanjing. Here, there is a river running horizontally from Si to Daze from north to south, then into the big river, and finally into the sea.

Ning was riding a **** horse and sprinting across the fields and hills on the east bank of the river.

It is early winter, the river water is condensed with wetness, and the fog is often heavy, especially in the morning, it is very unlike the world.

Ning Que felt that he saw his reflection in the fog.

The fog on the river seemed to become a mirror.

It wasn't until the rising sun rose and the mist gradually dispersed that he found that there was no mirror hidden in the mist, and the river was not his shadow, but a man riding a horse like himself.

The man was also dressed in black, riding a black horse, very similar to him.

The only difference is that Ning Que is wearing a black academic uniform, and the man is wearing a black robes.

That person is Long Qing.

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(Actually, I really want Chao Xiaoshu to say: Let ’s go one? Ning Que said: Walking, and then drinking a glass of wine. When drinking towards Xiao Xiao, Zhao Xiaoshu said: Then you go ... Comfortable, but this chapter is well written, I can be sure of this, so I feel a little comforted.) (Unfinished to be continued "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group @ 为 好 而 生". If you like this work, you are welcome to come ◢ Voting for recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)