"Some things in the world are very complicated. Whether Ning Yi was good or bad, and whether Qin Siyuan was good or bad back then, some people will comment on it a hundred years later, but now, it is difficult to trace it. Whether you are a teacher or not, you

Whether my uncle has a grudge against the Chinese army or not, I can't explain it clearly and can't solve it. But when the soldiers come, they will block the water and the earth will cover them. When he comes, I will be his enemy. When he fights against the Jurchens, I will cooperate with him. If there is no

When we meet, I will not seek revenge. This is the morality that a bloody person should abide by."

"But Ping An, this is the meaningless cause and effect between me and your uncle. He is not so clear about right and wrong. When I learned about you that day, you had to deal with the 'Five-Foot Y Demon' of the Chinese Army.

I was a little worried that I had made a friend, but your uncle enlightened me and said that the grievances of our previous generation do not need to be left to you anymore. Ping An, this is your uncle's idea. He hopes that you will come out innocent.

Don't think about revenge all day long at this time in your life. Your 'eldest brother' who killed your uncle will kill him if he is caught by his master, but you can't do it."

Lin Zongwu spoke these words slowly and calmly. Only at the end of this paragraph did he become precise and decisive. In the darkness, the cool breeze of the night blew by, and the tears in Ping An's eyes returned again.

It fell, and when he was about to reach out to wipe it, the huge figure in front of him stopped for a moment, and then the master picked him up and put him on his shoulders.

Lin Zongwu has always been a dignified teacher and has very strict requirements for martial arts. This kind of thing only happened a few times when he was still young, but now he was sitting on Lin Zongwu's shoulders and saw this.

The majestic figure like the Buddha points into the distance.

"Peace, look at this world and look at it with your eyes wide open."

he said.

"Ever since I went south this time, my teacher has told you that you have to think clearly about what you want. You have to see the good and evil in your heart. Self-grasping is both good and self-grasping.

Evil, ask the bottom of your heart, what do you want to do in this world? Do you want to kill people, do you want to save people, do you want to be chivalrous and righteous, look at people's smiling faces, or do you want to save the world and save the people?

, Kai Yongshi's peace, you chased that young man from the Chinese Army around the city, trying to kill Zhou Shang, Wei Yuwen, Li Yanfeng, and even Shi Baofeng and Xu Zhaonan. Do you think they are heinous?

Evil person? Then my teacher will support you and kill them all in the future, or if you want to become famous, my teacher will also support you and just go ahead and do it."

He felt the figure of the master below him gradually running. He rushed up the wall, passed through the roof, and rushed up to the higher pavilion. The young monk felt the whistling of the wind on the old monk's shoulders.

"Look at this world. It is eating people. It is eager to feast on people. There is going to be a war in Jiangnan. Countless people will die and everyone will be displaced. The Central Plains are also fighting. The one who betrayed the Black Flag Army and Liu

In the time of Guangshi, Dai Mengwei and his ilk were scheming and fighting to get their heads broken. Although the Jin area was peaceful for a while, bandits were rampant. The Jurchens in the north were still eyeing them and would not let go of the whole world... Sooner or later, the Chinese army would start from

Southwest leaps out to fight for hegemony in the world. In such a world of great struggle, there will be countless wonderful things. You have to see it, you have to feel it, you have to find what you want to do most, and then do it well...

…”

The stars all over the sky were flowing slowly like water waves, and the world was moving. The huge old monk took him and flew to the highest building.

"...Whether you kill people or save people, you can do it for fame or for money. If you want to find your father, you can go back to Jin and continue to investigate. If you don't want to see all the people in the world suffer and don't want to cause trouble, you can

You can go into seclusion in the mountains. But be safe. All conditioned dharma is like a dream. Only the peace in your heart can prove that you have lived your life well."

They rushed to the top of the tallest building. The stars in the sky were shrouded in darkness. The city in front of them was burning in spots, and the river was rushing in the distance. For some reason, the little monk cried loudly.

"...Ping'an, you are Lin Zongwu's disciple and Wang Nanda's nephew. You must live the most joyful, guilt-free life, and then remember them. This is..."

"...the thing that your uncle most expects you to do."

The night wind on the building rolled past like rumbling thunder, and the heaven and earth were spinning in front of his eyes. Lin Zongwu's words were like the sound of empowerment, clearly surging deep in his heart. At this moment, Lin Anping cried loudly and uncontrollably.

, this cry is not sad, nor is it uncomfortable, it is the cry of a baby as if the world is unfolding in front of him for the first time, it is the emotion that shakes the mind violently at the moment of enlightenment and then subsides.

The immortal caressed my head.

The knot of hair brings longevity.

****

The night is changing, billowing clouds are moving under the starry sky.

At some point, the sun gradually came out. The boy named Long Aotian and the girl disguised as a beggar rested in the city for a night, and then tried to leave outside the city.

Another day passed before they finally found the opportunity to leave the dilapidated and fighting city of Jiangning and follow countless refugees towards an unknown direction.

The war in Jiangnan has begun. Rumors in the world are gradually increasing. Some refugees are starving to death on the roadside, and some are hiding in the mountains. A pair of young children walking together are like two ordinary beggars, hiding.

Hide, stop and go.

News about the Chinese Army gradually became distant. They also left Jiangning City and returned to the southwest three thousand miles away. It would not be until several years later that Ning Ji would know that Hei Niu and others were in Jiangning City at that time.

After searching for them for another day and failing to find them, he regretfully returned with the team. Black Girl threatened to give him a good beating.

"Why don't you go back with them?" Qu Longjun asked about this matter.

"I still have things to do." The boy replied.

The only reason why he stayed outside was still to find the original Yu Xiaoer, to wash away his grievances, and perhaps to make a name for himself and get rid of the humiliation of being a "five-foot Y devil". But he did not follow Qu's lead in these matters.

Long Jun explains more.

The bamboo pole thrown by Lin Zongwu hit him on the body, and the injuries he received were not serious. After leaving Jiangning City, the war in Jiangnan had spread. They could not find many medicinal materials. Although Ning Ji had good medical skills, he was physically weak.

But there were some ups and downs. He decided to take Qu Longjun's house deed and take him back to the edge of Taihu Lake for a real walk. However, during the recovery stage, the two found a small house in the mountains on their way.

Break down the house and settle down temporarily.

There were still some small animals in the mountains, and there were fish in the nearby river. When his health improved, Ning Ji was able to go out and get some food to deal with. Once, he was robbed by a passing refugee. Ning Ji was very skilled and robbed some rice. Qu

After Long Jun reunited with Ning Ji, his heart calmed down. He no longer had too many worries about where to go next. The two of them settled here like a young couple. Qu Longjun was ingenious and picked up some junk.

, rattan bark, actually made the small dilapidated house quite cozy.

This is the climate of the Little Ice Age, and winter in the south of the Yangtze River comes a little early. It snowed a little that day. Ning Ji's internal injuries were slightly recurring, and he was not in good spirits. There was not much food stored at home. Qu Longjun was there

I picked up some firewood and came back. When I got home, I found a little bald man wearing a gray robe in the room. He was sitting not far away from Ning Ji, folding firewood to light the fire. In front of Ning Ji, his steel

knife.

Qu Longjun woke up and suddenly pulled out the short knife in his arms. Ning Ji raised his head, then seemed to react and put the steel knife aside: "It's okay, it's okay, he is not a bad person."

The little bald man stood up and said, "Amitabha, my name is Wukong."

"Wu, Wukong..." Qu Longjun thought for a moment and remembered, "You... you are those four feet..."

"Xiao Na is the Little Saint Qitian." The little bald man smiled.

Qu Longjun was also slightly blessed, she knew that the two of them were good brothers in Jiangning City.

It was already noon. She found the hidden dried fish and was about to cook. Ning Ji said: "I need to cook more, he is a foodie." The little monk just "hehe" acquiesced.

Qu Longjun knows the etiquette of hospitality. She has learned these things to maintain a man's dignity since she was a child. Although she felt distressed at this time, she also measured a lot of rice and cooked a large pot of rice. When cooking and cooking,

She heard the two chatting, and most of the time it was the little bald man who was talking. He slowly and leisurely told the story of a "chivalrous man" with a bad temper many years ago. Occasionally, she heard that the chivalrous man's name was "Wang Nan".

Tuo", she vaguely felt something was wrong, but Ning Ji didn't react, so she didn't say anything more.

The three of them then ate, and the young monk took out a roast duck from the bag on his back: "Xiao Na brought the roast duck on the road." With such weather and war-torn environment, I don't know where he got it from.

But Ning Ji took it and tore it in half. The two of them shared it and ate it without giving it to Qu Longjun.

The young monk's appetite was really big, and Ning Ji also started eating this meal. After a while, he finished the whole pot of rice, and the roast duck was also devoured by the two of them, leaving nothing behind. During the meal,

In the process, the young monk slowly finished telling the story about Wang Nanda and the sudden death of the other party. The two sat for a while, and then Ning Ji stood up, moved his hands and feet, and picked up the steel knife: "

Now that we’ve finished talking, is it time for a fight?”

The young monk stood there without moving.

He was silent for a moment, then clasped his hands together: "My master's Great Light Sect, I don't know whether it is good or bad, and my uncle, I don't know whether it is good or bad, but he is very good to me, I have to remember

I also want to tell you about him. You killed my uncle, and I want you to know that you killed someone who was very kind to me."

"So what?"

Tears flowed from the little monk's eyes: "We can't be brothers anymore, but it's no one's fault. I'm very sad and want you to know this."

"Well……"

"Master won't let me take revenge... I still can't think about these things clearly, but soon I will go back to Jin. My parents suddenly disappeared one day. I was still young at that time and can't remember many things.

I have been looking for them for several years, and I will continue to look for them... But if one day, I think about things clearly and have a solution, Long... Mr. Long, I may go to the southwest to find you and settle these grievances.

, we might have to fight."

"Uh..." As the information in the young monk's words was digested in his mind, Ning Ji became happy. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Ha, what's wrong? You can go over at any time and tell you that I, Long Aotian, will never die in my life.

I haven’t been afraid of anyone challenging me to a duel! Well, you are Fatty Lin’s apprentice, and I am...hehe, anyway, we should be the best in the world by then, so let’s do this, after you think about it, go to Chengdu to participate in the world

I saw you going to the First Martial Arts Competition, so I went to participate, so we can have a good competition and see who is truly qualified to be the best in the world."

"Well...actually, I don't really want to be the best in the world..."

"Okay, it's decided. A gentleman's word, a quick whip!" Ning Ji resolutely stretched out a hand, "Come on, pull the hook!"

The little monk scratched the back of his head and went over to him with some embarrassment. Although he had decided not to seek revenge for the time being, the expression on his face was somewhat awkward. He probably didn't understand the sudden change in the atmosphere of the conversation.

Be relaxed and weird.

"How is your injury?" he asked.

"What does it matter? I can still beat you easily!"

Ning Ji then took the opportunity to say a few bad things about Lin Zongwu. The young monk protested: "Don't say bad things about my master... Now that you know he is my master, you shouldn't say bad things about him..."

"

Ning Ji pouted: "With a personality like yours, you will always be bullied when you go out."

"I am also very aggressive with others."
To be continued...