[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

Silver snow fell from the sky, Xuanjizi was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, walking in the vast sea of ​​snow, like an inconspicuous speck of dust, but his footsteps were as steady as a rock, leaving a string of footprints in the sea of ​​snow.

Xue Wenbai has been hiding in this mountain depression since he started to fight against Ning Jin.He was boiling snow water into tea, when he looked up and saw Xuanjizi from a distance.

his master.

The gurgling water churned out flowers, Xue Wenbo lifted the kettle down after cleaning his hands, and poured the water into the purple sand teapot, tea leaves could be vaguely seen floating up.

Xuanjizi entered the house, which was very warm with snow charcoal burning.Xuanjizi's beard and hair are white, but he doesn't look old. Xue Pang jumped out of his wide sleeves and began to explore new things around him.

Xuanjizi put the sword by his hand, sat down and turned over a teacup by himself, and said, "It's been a long time since you and I, master and apprentice."

Xue Wenbo put the purple sand pot in the middle of the table, waiting for the tea to be brewed.When Xuanjizi saw it, he said, "This is not how tea is drunk."

"Master always has to take care of a lot." Xue Wenbo smiled.

"That's all. You used to be disobedient, and you were the most eccentric among all the disciples."

It's rare that Xue Wenbai is very talented. The flying needle is a unique skill handed down from the Qingfeng Taoist temple, but he doesn't even use the mysterious machine often, because the needle is like a cow's hair and difficult to manipulate.However, Xue Wenbo seems to be born for this purpose, and his accuracy and speed are beyond ordinary people.Most of the disciples in Guanzhong are willing to learn the Taoism of Xuanjizi, supplemented by swordsmanship and medicine. When it comes to deducing astrology, five elements and eight trigrams, few people are willing to learn, but Xue Wenbo is different. Eight points accurate.Therefore, Xuanjizi passed on the mantle of the Great Master to him.

If he can understand God's will as soon as possible and predict floods and droughts, it will surely benefit the people of Yasukuni.But he devoted his mind to other things, and his original talent was worn away bit by bit, until now, he no longer has the spirituality of his youth.

Such an outstanding person, but still can't escape the world of mortals.

Xuanjizi picked up the sword.

"After drinking this cup of tea, it's not too late to start." Xue Wenbai held the pot and poured tea for Xuanjizi, "Does Master know why I gave up the astrology exam?"

Xuanjizi didn't answer.Xue Wenbo said: "Brother and Guan, the guardian star moved away from the palace, and his fate has changed. The evil star entered the palace, and the brother will die. I don't want to believe in fate. I have planned strategies for many years to change his life. Fate. You are his adoptive father, but you don't want to save him!?"

"Everyone has his own destiny. The movement of stars and constellations is the way of change. People do what they do and don't do what they don't. The entry of evil stars into the palace is not the reason for you to cause trouble."

"You are his adoptive father, and you don't even want to save him! But he believed in your presumption of protecting Luan Xing, and he didn't even live a day by himself. You don't know what kind of suffering he suffered in the Ning family!"

"...This is his own will, which cannot be inferred by the teacher."

Xue Wenbai red-eyed: "Do you know that he was taught in the palace when he was young, and he was punished even if he didn't read the articles. The Ning family treated him like a dog! A slave! They gave him a golden cage and made him work for the Ning family. But you are still on guard against him all the time! Is this what you call fate? Master taught the way of harmony between yin and yang, and the blending of luck and misfortune. Why do I only see disasters in him?!"

"Wen Bai, I have said it for my teacher. This is his own wish. The displacement of the Huluan star is the way of heaven. At first, it was buried in Ningqi's palace, but now it is just returning to its original position."

Xue Wenbo laughed a little crazy: "Okay. What a return to the standard! Xuanji, but I don't believe in the way of heaven!"

The silver needle pierced the teacup in front of Xuanjizi, and the cup shattered instantly.Xuanjizi's sword came out of its sheath at some point, and people couldn't see it, the blade of the sword blocked the silver needle.

The narrow room is not conducive to Yinzhen's use, but Xue Wenbai seems to have penetrated Xuanjizi's swordsmanship, and Yinzhen can always find the weak places Xuanjizi vacated to attack. Xue Wenbai's preemptive strikes put Xuanjizi in a very passive position for a while status.

The wind and snow outside whistled louder.The sound of the silver needle flying over is like drizzle falling into the water, which is inaudible, and you can only hear a little "dong dong dong" when you listen carefully.

The sword light flourished, and the sound and shadow overlapped.

The wind and snow rolled in through the doors and windows, and it was unknown whether the wind and snow were too fierce or the sword and needle attack was too fierce. All the decorations in the house were like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, like broken bamboos.

Xue Wenbai's silver needles were taught by Xuanjizi. At first when master and apprentice played against each other, Xue Wenbai would often lose to him. Now his silver needles are so unpredictable that even Xuanjizi can't figure it out. It was when he predicted that Xue Wenbo Has suppressed his sword posture.

Xuanjizi rolled over and dodged a blow, but he didn't want to be caught by surprise with a silver needle, and it was too late to hide, and it was too late to block.The needle pierced into the flesh instantly, Xuanjizi clamped the silver needle to prevent it from penetrating into the bone.

Suddenly, Xue Pang jumped out from nowhere and scratched at Xue Wenbo.

If it was someone with a sword in his hand, he would not necessarily hurt Xue Pang if he swung it wildly, but Xue Wenbai was a hidden weapon trained with precision, and he was deadly with one blow!

"Squeak—" Xue Pang screamed, and Xuanji's heart suddenly ached.

Xuanjizi raised his sword, his figures gathered and scattered, the blade was tinged with cold, and it was covered with wind and snow, and suddenly he had the strongest killing intent!

When the needle and the sword collide, the sound of "ding ding ding" is both sharp and soft like the sound of water.

Xue Wenbai's disadvantages were gradually revealed, his face turned pale, and the number of flying needles in his hands became less and less, but he hadn't hurt Xuanji at all.

The sword, smashed down in the air!

Xue Wenbai closed his eyes, Xuanjizi's sword was half way off, the sharp pain burst from his shoulder, the pain caused him to kneel in front of Xuanjizi with his legs, sweat fell suddenly.

Xuanjizi looked at Xue Wenbo angrily.

Xue Wenbai was once his most proud disciple, and he took him by his side to pass on scriptures and Taoism. Among the 3000 disciples in the temple, Xue Wenbai had the deepest relationship with him.It's just that the master and apprentice haven't seen each other for many years, and the relationship between them has gradually faded. After Xue Wenbo embarked on a different path, the two seldom interacted with each other.

Xuanjizi already knew that Xue Wenbai went astray, but Xue Wenbai has his own destiny, and how to live is his own choice.Where there is evil, there is good, and where there is good, there is evil. Xuanjizi always hoped that one day Xue Wenbai would come back from his mistakes, but he had no intention of repenting at all.

Xue Wenbo closed his eyes, with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Master..."

Xuanjizi was heartbroken: "You... why don't you listen to persuasion! Don't listen to persuasion!"

"Save...Save senior brother. He is your adopted son, and he has been taught by you since he was a child. If you can spare my life, why don't you go and save him?" Xue Wenbai held Xuanjizi's sword and met his own. Heartbroken, I looked up at him, "I will transfer my life to him, please be merciful, Master!"

The blood dripped on his robe, one drop or two, and then connected into one piece, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Xuanjizi drew back his sword, Xue Wenbai's gaze was distracted, he lowered his head and laughed a few times, the laughter gradually weakened: "I don't like practicing swords, because I know that no one can dance swords as beautifully as him..."

In the depths of Cuiyin surrounded by bamboo forests, his red robe is like a cloud of clouds, which seems to be able to blaze up even the quiet places.When he turned around, Ning Qi's eyes were cold, but his beauty seemed to surpass that of a beautiful scroll, and he said to him, "Wen Bai, it's time to practice swords."

Xuanjizi put the ferret lying on the ground in a pool of blood back into his arms, and muttered to himself, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to the ferret or to Xue Wenbai: "If you die of old age, Pindao still has the mind to change your favorite, but In this way, you will be poor and worry about it for the rest of your life."

Xuanjizi returned to Qingfeng Taoist Temple and never left the mountain.

Because of the late emperor's funeral, everything was simplified on New Year's Eve, and the court began to prepare for the enthronement ceremony. Ning Jin has already begun to fully take over the affairs of the court.

The news of Xue Wenbai's death reached He Zhan's ears, and he was stunned for a long time before he woke up.He Zhan went to offer incense to He Dazhong in the ancestral hall, knelt alone in front of the memorial tablet for a long time before coming out.

He Dazhong's cover-up is true, it is a stain on his life, and it will be left in the annals of history in the future, He Zhan has no complaints; now Ning Jin is willing to clear He Dazhong's grievance of murder and extermination, He Zhan has no regrets.

He Zhan knelt down until his legs were numb, and asked his servants to help him out of the ancestral hall, and sat on the cold stone table, enduring the pain of being bitten by thousands of ants, praying that the numbness would go away quickly.Ning Jin stared at this scene, he half-kneeled in front of He Zhan without saying a word, until He Zhan forgot his legs were numb, he only knew that his legs were weak.

Ning Jin pressed the acupuncture points on He Zhan's legs and gently kneaded them, and the numbness disappeared after a while.

No, my legs are still weak.

Ning Jin said, "Is it better?"

"I'm fine." He Zhan stretched out his hand to help him up, and he was relieved just now, how should he tell others if they saw it?Men spoil the country?He Zhan was so disgusted that he shuddered for a while, and then asked: "Why is the lord here free?"

"The Enthronement Ceremony has been set, and it is the auspicious day appointed by the great master of the country. It is on the day of Shangyuan Festival. The palace is preparing, and I am about to leave for Tiangang Temple to chant scriptures and pray for blessings. I want to spend more time with you before I leave."

"I'm waiting for you to come back."

He Zhan once promised himself that he would always look at Ning Jin, from thousand years to long live, long live.This time he didn't break his promise.

Even though they were very common words, Ning Jin's heart skipped a beat. He Zhan's words were like the east wind blowing away the cold winter, blowing away the peach blossom branches of thousands of trees.Lips and tongues licked He Zhan's lips, then to his neck, and then lingered in He Zhan's ears.

He Zhan's legs were not soft, but his waist was.

Ning Jin picked him up and walked to the South Pavilion.He Zhan became more and more disfigured, and the bones in his body hurt Ning Jin's arm, but it made him unable to let go of his hand.

Ning Jin clasped his hands on the bed, entangled with his lips and teeth, vaguely smelled the slight bitterness wafting from the South Pavilion, Ning Jin suppressed his desire no matter how big it was.He let go of He Zhan, and gasped heavily on He Zhan's chest.He Zhan knew what he was thinking about, so he laughed out of nowhere, and said desperately, "What? Can't you do it?"

Ning Jin raised his face and looked at He Zhan: "Uncle really want to try?"

"I'm joking." He didn't think of begging for mercy halfway through, as he would be powerless at that time.

Ning Jin tidied up He Zhan, hugged him in his arms, and warmed his cool body: "I'll ask Qing Xiao to change some medicines to try later, don't add manna grass. Bitterness is not bitterness, but the medicine is good." Diluted a lot."

"Okay." He Zhan didn't care about this, and answered casually, thinking about Ning Jin's going to Tiangang Temple to chant scriptures and pray for blessings.He asked: "In Tiangang Temple, beware of assassins."

"Uncle, are you still worried?"

He Zhan: "Who is arranging the guard?"

"I deployed it myself."

"I... still don't feel right. When are you leaving? I want to inspect the guards again."

Ning Jin kissed his hair: "Why don't you always want to be free?"

"Isn't my minister..." He Zhan said suddenly, "Don't be careless. How about... why not invite Huai Yong and let him follow you?"

Ning Jin said with a low smile, "If Uncle can rest assured, I'll let him follow."