In a town in Qi State, Ye Hongyu killed a priest from the Judgment Department with one sword and rescued three Protestants from the fire. The three were a family of three. The beam of the husband fell after the house was burned and his wife was burned. The child's face was covered with charred skin. The three thanked Ye Hongyu. When Ye Hongyu asked them why such a disaster occurred, they did not tell the reason, and they did not complain about their beliefs. They just held their hands together and prayed to Haotian to the disaster.

She was puzzled, so she also asked many people when she saved other believers in the town, and the answers of those people were consistent with those of the first family.

Waiting for dawn, she killed the owner of the ruling department that came to encircle and suppress Protestants. A few months later, she traveled to many places, saved many people, and killed many people. She also asked many questions. Some people complained, but the chance of complaining was very small.

After the first wave of clearing out the temple, she came to a small village in Song State and met Ye Su.

"Brother, I have a doubt in the past few months."

Ye Su's Taoist robe is now even more torn, his beard has dropped two inches, and his hair is like a chicken coop. Even the thin branches that serve as a hairpin are unable to be seen, and it is still draped behind his back in such a mess.

He chuckled and said, "What doubt?"

Ye Hongyu said: "Why are the believers who have just entered Protestantism so passionate about Protestantism?"

"Love?" Ye Su thought for a while and said, "This must be the word "Junior Brother Ye, but it is very suitable to put it here. Love is because you don't want to lose it, don't want to lose it, because when you see the dawn, people in the world still want to laugh more and be kind-hearted."

Ye Hongyu understood, nodded and said another thing: "The uncle's suppression of the Protestantism has become more and more serious recently, and even the shadow of the great priest of the Tianyu Academy appeared. Should we avoid the limelight?"

Ye Su shook his head decisively and said firmly: "I remember Mr. Ke from the academy said that fate itself is a cruel guy. If it wants to choose you to take on the mission, then before you make sure you can take on this mission, you will try your best to interrupt every bone and peel off every thread of your flesh and blood, so that you can bear the most extreme pain in the world. Only in this way can your will and mind be strong enough to be chosen by fate. (Note)

This is the arrangement of fate, and it is also the blood and fire that Protestantism must experience. If it is cut off, it will no longer be qualified to redeem people's hearts. Moreover, I have a strong premonition that the eternal night is coming, and the new church will play a crucial role when eternal night comes."

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Time passed like a flash of time. After the incident at Washan, a year had passed without realizing it. When the Tang Dynasty was in the 16th year of the Tianqi revelation, the little fox also slept for a year.

This year, it has grown two tails and has become a circle bigger.

On the back mountain of the academy, on the side of the mirror-like little lake, the little fox dragged his three tails, and was proficient in how to run faster after having three tails.

The big white goose took advantage of this opportunity to scream provocatively at the little fox, then waved its wings and ran away. The little fox chased after a few steps and found that it was really inconvenient to run with three tails. He was too cruel to turn his head and chew the two tails that were inconvenient to the trouble.

Looking at the traces of the big white goose, the little fox grinned and screamed a few times, twisted and twisted by Ye Qi, lying on the ground and looked at Ye Qi and screamed in grievance.

Ye Qi shook his head and held it in his arms, and the little guy's grievances improved a little.

The eldest brother appeared on the shore of the small lake, looking at the little fox now, with a somewhat weird expression. He is worthy of being the fox who can steal the eleventh junior brother who has refined five furnaces of elixirs.

"The younger brother has appeared, in the Western Wilderness."

Ye Qi stood up in the fox and asked, "Senior Brother, what is the attitude of the Buddha Sect?"

"They just sent someone to follow him and didn't do anything, but Xiling should have known this news soon."

"I'll go find the teacher."

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The Buddha's great magic power and great realm left in the Buddha's chessboard are equivalent to independent of another small world in the Haotian world. The passage of time is not the same as that of the outside world. For the world, a full year passed after Washan, and for Ning Que and Sangsang, it was just a day.

From the Western Wilderness to the Great Wilderness, the master and servant walked for a month. Sangsang's condition was still very serious. At first, she coughed black blood first, and when the blood was gone, it was the black airflow. Her body became as cold as snow. The only thing that made Sangsang feel a little relieved was that she turned white and the young master could no longer say that she was the little Hei Tan maid.

The Mobi Lake is a rare freshwater lake on the wasteland between Qichengzhaizhai and Jinzhangwang Court on the border of the Tang Dynasty. The bottom of the lake is composed of countless rocks. After countless years of erosion of the lake water, it is then eroded by wind and sand when the lake rock is exposed in the dry season. The lake rock extends several openings in the direction of the Western Wilderness, which looks like a comb.

Because Shubi Lake is fresh water, caravans walking in the wasteland have always liked to stay by the lakeside for several years, so horse thieves often appear here. Weicheng soldiers who want to chop wood will definitely find a perfect match when they come to Shubi Lake to chop wood. As more firewood is cut, the legend of Shubi Lake chopping wood is spread in the wasteland.

Since the deserted people headed south and small-scale wars occurred on the border, the focus of the Weicheng soldiers has been on defending against the grassland barbarians. Moreover, since from a certain year, it is difficult to see the caravan in Shubi Lake, and there are only some unclassified horse thieves left there. The Weicheng soldiers really look down on those horse thieves and usually turn a blind eye.

In the evening, a worn-out carriage came to the periphery of Shubi Lake. Ning Que walked off the carriage and walked towards several bonfires on the west bank of the lake with a knife. After a sound of fighting, Ning Que wiped the knife clean, returned to the carriage, and drove the carriage to a bonfire nearest to the lake.

Sangsang wanted to get off the car and see the comb lake that had not been seen for many years. Ning Que couldn't hold on to the soft and hard bubbles, so he wrapped Sangsang with two layers of quilts and hugged Sangsang in front of the bonfire.

Sangsang hugged Ning Que's neck and looked at the combing lake for a while. His eyes finally stopped at the spark in the southeast of the lake. It was Weicheng, where he lived with the young master for many years.

"Young Master, do you think if we didn't come to the academy, would there be so many things happening now?" Sangsang's voice became more and more severe because of the coldness in his body, and frost came out from his lips when he spoke.

Ning Que hugged her with heartache and said softly: "No matter whether there is or not, the young master will always be the young master."

Sangsang's eyes darkened and he said, "But Sangsang is getting worse and worse."

Ning Que shook his head, put his right cheek on Sangsang's face, and said, "No, Sangsang is always Sangsang, no matter to me, or to the teachers and seniors of the academy."
Chapter completed!