Nightfall Chapter 292: After you die
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 292, After You Die
People are about to die, and the night is still cold before morning. (《》)
The snow lake is extremely bright, and the Haotian divine glory continues to burn in the remaining snow on the ice and the lake water, releasing masses of water vapor, and faintly hearing the sound of gradual boiling, like a morning hot spring in the mist.
Xiahou was covered in blood, and his scattered white hair was glued into a willow-like shape by the blood and water. He looked at Ning Que, his dim and glowing eyes were deeply puzzled, and he whispered hoarsely: “You I was only four years old…Hate… things are not easy for a four-year-old 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 paragraphs.
“The four years when I was a child in Chang’an City were the happiest time in my previous life and in this life. At that time, I didn’t need to think about anything, and I didn’t need to learn anything. I just need to enjoy the love of my parents and play with my playmates. , Secretly read the general’s books, but unfortunately those times were ruined by you.”
“I have lived pretty well in the eyes of others these years, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to live hard every day, so of course I hate you very much”
“No matter what I do these years, the butler and master who were killed by me in the wood house cannot be resurrected, the dead in the general’s house cannot be resurrected, my parents cannot be resurrected, I am the best It’s impossible to come back again during that time…then there is no one or anything that can stop me from killing you. I want them to know that it’s a good deal to slap me. I still want you to know that I am In revenge for my parents, my father is Lin Tao and my mother is Li Sanniang.”
Xiahou lowered his head and looked at the incision between his chest and abdomen, and suddenly asked: “How does it feel to be revenge?”
Ning Que said: “It feels good.”
Xiahou raised his head and said with a slight sense of sorrow: “What kind of feeling is that?”
“I can’t say what it feels like. Anyway, it’s just relaxing. I always feel that after you die, the world has changed. I am no longer the me of the past fifteen 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 posts to earn money, instead of writing every night A lot of boring amulets; after you die, I can often go to Hongxiuzhao to listen to the small tunes instead of listening to the brothers’ melodies in the back mountains of the academy.”
“After you die, I will still practice, but it’s no longer just to make myself stronger as in the past few years, but just pure interest and hobbies or satisfy my own desire for the truth; after you die, I You don’t need to keep staring at your back like in the past, waiting to fight with you in Weicheng or Chang’an, I can go to the Dahe in the South Jin Dynasty, to the temple of the East China Sea, to see this world and the people living in this world .”
He looked at Xiahou and said seriously: “After you die, I can no longer think about killing you, so that I can get real freedom to do what I want to do.”
Xiahou laughed, his laughter was sad and his expression was weird.
“Freedom…”
Xiahou looked at Ning Que’s eyes full of pity and mockery, and said, “You are a righteous disciple, but you have become a demon. If I betray the Demon Sect back then… you have already stepped on my path. Destined to only struggle for survival in the gap between light and darkness, where you can get real freedom, naturally there is no happiness.”
Ning Que used Pu Dao as a crutch, supported his weak body, stood up with difficulty, looked at Xiahou and said, “The Academy is not Mingzong, and I am not you.”
People who do not have a thorough understanding of the academy cannot understand the true attitude of the academy, especially the Master, towards the Demon Sect. Ning Que never worried about becoming the hero in the story.
“The Academy is indeed not Mingzong. With the master’s mind, no one cares about what his disciples are practicing, but you are indeed not me, you are… not a human at all.”
The light in Xiahou’s eyes, which was already dimmed like a firefly that would die from the cold at any time, became brighter at this time, and said sharply: “You are the son of Pluto!”
Fifteen years ago, the Gods of Light believed that the son of Hades was born in General Xuanwei’s Mansion, and Xiling Temple instructed Xiahou to purge. So there are so many stories and this **** battle tonight.
As Xiahou was dying, recalling the doubts in the battle tonight, those who did not show up but passed Ning Que’s death on the scene became more and more convinced of this judgment. Sanctuary
He looked at Ning Que and laughed strangely, and said with a spiteful curse: “Haotian is here, you, the son of the Hades, will one day be burned to ashes by the Haotian Shenhui like me.”
“I am the son of Pluto, so you may be more able to accept the fact of death in my hands…but unfortunately, I have nothing to do with Pluto.”
Ning Que said: “And each of us will eventually die, and will be burned to ashes by Haotian Divine Hui, so your curse has no meaning to me.”
“Are you really the son of Pluto?”
Xiahou murmured: “You are not the son of Pluto, how can you escape from Chang’an City by urinating so much? If you are not the son of Pluto, how could you beat me across the border and how could I die today?”
His cheeks are like a withered willow tree split by thunder and lightning, wrinkled to the extreme, full of incomprehensible emotions. If Ning Que is not the son of Pluto, how could he have such great luck, such an incredible opportunity, to be able to Cross-border challenge to kill your powerful self?
Unbelievable, the tyrannical and tyrannical General Xiahou for decades, before he died, looked like an old man spraying spit at the entrance of the village looking for the little thief who kicked the widow’s door last night.
Then he raised his head, looked 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 there are other people in the world who want him to die very much.
Xiahou doesn’t want to die, he wants to live and continue to have glory and strength.
Ning Que desperately wanted him to die. He tried his best to dig out his heart.
So Xiahou died.
Xiahou’s still burly body fell backwards, venting away the fog-like hot steam around him, and fell into the lake with a bang, splashing countless water splashes.
The uppermost layer of the cold lake water has been boiled to the boil by the Haotian Divine Hui, and it keeps tumbling, looking like a hot spring in the Yanjing Valley, and like a big pot of clear soup.
Xiahou’s body floated in the boiling lake, his eyes wide open, and a trace of doubt and unwillingness could be seen on his blood-stained face, and the skin of his thin cheeks became strangely red.
Many years ago, in the military camp at the foot of Minshan Mountain, the former sage of the Demon Sect Murong Linshuang danced a heavenly demon dance, shocking the world, the powerful people of Xiling Temple gathered, the mountains and rivers were full of swords, Xiahou did not hesitate. He cooked and killed her personally, resolutely rebelled against the Demon Sect and joined the Haotian Taoist Sect.
That was the most important turning point in Xiahou’s life, but probably he couldn’t even think about it. When he died, he would be boiled in boiling water, just like the woman back then.
If there is real heaven, then this is the so-called cycle.
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Looking at Xiahou’s body ups and downs in the turbulent lake, Ning Que suddenly said: “Who said that haggis must be eaten in the winter solstice? Who said that you can stabb the undead without a gun?”
This is a sentence he said to Ye Hongyu at the side of the lamb in the autumn. Ye Hongyu understood the previous sentence, but he still couldn’t understand the meaning of the latter sentence.
Today is the winter solstice, it is the time to eat haggis soup-the snow lake is full of warm and humid water vapor at this time, standing on the lake is like standing next to the haggis pot, and it is like a red sleeved yard The steam bathing room inside-the first person killed by Ning Que’s revenge: Yushi 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 big pot of lamb with coriander fermented bean curd sauce.
“Who said that the son of the concierge could not take revenge? Who said Dongxuan could not cross the border and 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 from his face, his face especially the corners of his eyes became very red.
Sangsang had already descended the cliff and came to the snow lake. His thin body was already extremely weak at this time, and he had to hold a **** umbrella and drag a heavy arrow box, making it more difficult.
Looking at the figure in the snow ahead, the two accelerated their pace at the same time. When they met, they looked at each other’s familiar faces, feeling complicated not knowing what to say.
Therefore, he said nothing. Ning Que took Sangsang into his arms. He held Sangsang very hard. The faces of the two of them were a little deformed, with tear marks, and they looked funny.
Ning Que’s face was a little red and some were hot. Sangsang’s face was pale and cold. The two people’s faces were close together, they were very comfortable with each other, and then they were calm.
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By the bridge on the west bank of the lake, Chen Pipi loosened her grip and patted the railing lightly. A blood mark appeared on the railing. When Tai was worried about Ning Que, he nervously pinched his hand.
Tang Xiaotang glanced at the fluttering cyan robe on the other side of the bridge, took Chen Pipi’s hand, walked out of the trestle bridge, and walked towards the two people hugging together on the snow lake.
Ye Hongyu stood on the wooden bridge, looking at the direction of Xuehu, without any emotion on her face, then she closed her eyes, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was thinking about something.
In the Snow Hall of the Imperial Palace, the Empress Empress stood blankly at the threshold.
Her gentle face was already full of tears, the emperor gently embraced her from behind, trying to give her some comfort, the tears in her eyes were dripping more and more, and he wanted to break away from his embrace .
His Majesty the emperor hugged very tightly, very hard, the empress struggled angrily, and finally failed to break away. Naturally, it was not because of her grief and lack of strength—she turned around and plunged into the warm embrace of her husband , Crying silently, the front of the dragon robe gets wet.
Under the snow pavilion outside the hall, Chinese teacher Li Qingshan looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the south with complex expressions. Master Huang Yang retracted his palm on the ancient bell, and the bell gradually stopped.
The whole city of Chang’an is quiet.
The whole world is quiet.
In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, the cicadas suddenly sounded again, the sound was stern, but it was extremely joyful.
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(One more chapter.)
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