After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the end of September.

The climate this year seems a bit abnormal. As Gaosuo County, south of the Long River, the weather becomes extremely cold and then snow starts in September.

Fortunately, no matter what, it is September. Although the snow fell early, it was originally the time when the weather turned cold. If it snowed in June, someone would probably say "there must be a big sin."

At the entrance of the Caishi City, there were crowds of people and the crowds were separated. A prison car was pushed in, and countless vegetables and fruit peels were thrown at the prisoners locked in the prison car.

The prison car opened, and two yamen runners dragged the prisoner in dirty white clothes and forced him to kneel down while everyone was watching. On the high platform, the new magistrate looked at the sky. There was still some time before noon, but it was indeed cold. It was the end of September. If it was in the north, it would be fine. Gaosuo County could barely be considered Jiangnan.

Snowflakes were falling down one after another. Although it was daytime and could not accumulate on the ground, many children became excited. The two children were about to get into the crowd and were dragged back by their mother.

Suddenly, a corner of the crowd scattered, and everyone scattered. A young man walked in slowly with a food box. Although he was only one, his literary spirit was dispersed, and ordinary people did not dare to stand in front of him.

A yamen runner came up to him, and the young man said a few words. The yamen runs to the stage and tells the new magistrate the young man’s request. Soon, the magistrate nodded. Although he is a local parent, he is just a juren. The teenager is already Jie Yuan and the patriarch of the local clan, and he cannot offend him no matter what.

The young man was naturally Ning Jiang. He came to the young prisoner step by step. The young prisoner knelt on his back with his hands tied back, with a long wooden sign on his back, and a big "prisoner" was written on his clothes. Behind him, there was an executioner with his upper body naked in this snowy day and holding a big knife. The executioner had a red scarf on his head, his body was thick, and his chest was covered with hair.

Ning Jiang squatted down in front of the prisoner, opened the food box, took out the braised pork inside, and picked up a piece with chopsticks: "Come on, eat a little, eat a little, it's time to get on the road, and be a fed ghost when you get underground."

The prisoner raised his head, trembling and cried: "I didn't kill Kui'er, I really didn't kill Kui'er."

Ning Jiang comforted him: "I know! I know!"

This young man was naturally Ning Yicheng. Although he committed a crime last year, Cao Jie decided to settle Ning Jiang's heart and to clear his relationship with Ning Ji and his son, and directly sentenced Ning Yicheng to death. However, the death penalty of the Great Zhou Dynasty required layer by layer. The magistrate could only be sentenced to "beheading the marquis of the prison", which was the autumnal equinox of the next year, and was sentenced after being reviewed by the court.

The opposite of "dead the marquis of the marquis" is "dead the marquis". There is no need to go through the Korean nuclear program. You can be asked for the execution in the autumn of that year, but that is beyond the authority of the magistrate to convict the county.

On the other side, a woman cried and said something, but was stopped by the yamen runners and could not come. The woman was Ning Yicheng's mother. Ning Ji was sentenced to be sent to Xiling last year, but she died suddenly before she even arrived at Xiling. His two concubines also quietly remarried. His wife became a beggar for a time, but Xiao Meng was sympathetic in her heart and secretly helped her without hiding it.

"Don't cry, don't cry!" Ning Jiang carried the braised pork into Ning Yicheng's mouth, "It's okay, eighteen years later, he is another hero. When he arrived at the underworld, he saw Kui'er and made a pair of mandarin ducks with her. Don't worry, I will be well taken care of by your mother in the future, so you can go with peace of mind!"

Ning Yicheng was crying and choked with sobs. Last summer, he thought he could become the young leader of the Ning family. Who knew that his family would be destroyed in a blink of an eye. Instead, Ning Jiang returned to the Yuan Dynasty and returned home in glory, making a big splash. Kui'er was not killed by me, and Kui'er was really not killed by me... He shouted countless times in his heart, but even though the tears were dry, no one cared about it at this moment.

After feeding Ning Yicheng, Ning Jiang held the food box, sighed, turned around and left, shedding a few drops of crocodile tears. On the stage, someone shouted: "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon!"

The new magistrate picked up the token with the word "涓" and threw it down. A man next to him took off the wooden sign with the crime written on the prisoner's back. The executioner raised his sword high, and the sword light flashed in the sun. With one knife, the blood gushed out behind Ningjiang, splashing all over the ground. The woman who was stopped by the yamen runner screamed and fainted on the ground.

Ning Jiang was walking home and looked up at the snowflakes falling all over the sky. It was so early this year... Is there any injustice?

***

In the next few days, Ning Jiang was preparing for the matter of going to Beijing, while visiting Dianhong in the name of asking for teaching, and at the same time, he was circling the bush to inquire about the follow-up of the monster that appeared in Yuehu in Xiatian.

Because Ningjiang was originally a person in this county, it was normal for him to be curious about the natural disasters that occurred in Yuehu. Dian Hong had no doubt about him and whispered: "Don't tell others that after being taken to Tongzhou prison, the monster was originally going to deliver it to the capital. The court also sent people to check it out. However, for some reason, in the water prison that day, the monster died for no reason, with only a piece of bones left, and the flesh and blood on his body seemed to be corroded, and no one knew what had happened."

The corpse is rotting, only bones are left?

Ning Jiang was stunned. Could it be... A Gu Bing?

Could this matter be related to the Zoroastrian Bodhisattva Xiao?

That night, Ning Jiang stood by Yuehu Lake, looked up at the starry sky, and tried to sort out clues related to the "female master" of Zoroastrianism in his previous life. He found that he knew nothing about this woman.

The only thing he knew was that the "Agu Soldier" who was ambitious and slaughtered by the woman was trained with the mysterious evil technique of this woman. Each of them was almost invulnerable. In the war between the barbarians invading the Central Plains, it was almost like entering a state of no one. None of the Agu Soldiers were corroded by flesh and blood, leaving only a pile of bones.

However, after the appearance of Yuan Demon Emperor, the woman named Xiao Baosatha disappeared and never appeared again. No one knew where she went. Ning Jiang had no intertwined with this woman in his life, and he had never cared about Agus and Zoroastrianism that helped the barbarians invade China. It was just that the death of the monster mentioned by Dian Hong reminded him of the Agusattva who had heard of him.

Could it be that monster is related to Bossa Sakura and Zoroastrianism?

But even if it is extremely mysterious, it is said that no one has ever seen her, it is unlikely that it will be possible to create a "meteorite from the sky". In the history of another world, only a son of a plane like Liu Xiu can do it.

This natural disaster in Yuehu was like a stone blocking what he knew. He vaguely realized that the wheel of history had begun to deviate from the direction, but he didn't know which direction it was deflecting. Apart from being secretly alert, he could not do anything else.

***

After exploring the monster from the sky, Ning Jiang was already ready to go to Beijing.

However, he stayed for the time being because he found that his sister's cultivation in martial arts had reached an important juncture.

For Xiao Meng, she herself did not realize this. She only felt that in the past two months, she had not made any progress in both swordsmanship and internal strength.

For this reason, she worked harder and harder. Although she had never really thought about being the "No. 1 master in the world", she still wanted to become stronger, so strong that she could protect her brother.

Every day, she kept practicing swords. She didn't know how to continue to improve. She only knew how to practice the sword techniques recorded in "Xuan Ji Sword Dance" over and over again.

The osmanthus flowers are falling, and the flowers in the garden are covered with flowers. Before the fragrance has dissipated, the plum blossoms are blooming one by one, either snow-white or bright red. She is wearing a pleated skirt and a pleated skirt, dancing among the flowers. Her beautiful figure is like an elf among the flowers, light and charming, jumping in the scattered sword light.

Sometimes, the pleated skirt will rotate round after round with her delicate body, laying into a gyro-like circle.

Then, the colors of the skirt will rotate and form a colorful purple full of layeredness, like a flower that suddenly blooms.

At night, she began to meditate and activate her internal force. Although the weather has gradually turned cold, the internal force will flow between the meridians and form a warm air flow. Then, the essence, energy, and spirit will rise to the extreme with her full concentration. Her body is like transparent. The sword placed beside her, the sword intent shines into her soul, and her heart is empty and erect.

It was a mysterious feeling, the sword energy was like fire, and in her slender body, it seemed to be burning something. She naturally didn't know that the "Xuan Ji Sword Dance" she learned can be said to be the most unique sword technique in the world. It not only enhances internal strength and sharpens sword techniques, but also has the effect of refining souls.

She only knew that the practice of swords during the day and the practice of mental methods at night were like interlaced sun and moon, forming a mysterious cycle, like a wonderful circle, the body is like glass, the heart is like ice crystal, and then, some invisible and wonderful power will appear in the ethereal, elusive and incredible.

However, during this period, this wonderful progression between body and mind showed an incomprehensible stagnation, which made her a little distressed.

She went to ask her brother, although she didn't know martial arts, she was a scholar and a very powerful scholar.

In the past, when encountering problems in martial arts and swordsmanship, my brother was always able to help her perfectly solve them.

But this time, my brother just smiled and told her to continue working hard and not to relax.

That night, she sat cross-legged on the bed, the lotus tent was warm, the wind was free, and the candlelight swayed on the silver pillar. The sword intent seemed to pass through her body and shone into her heart. Her heart was like a sword, her intention was like a sword, her breathing was calm, like a toad spit out, and her chest was undulating, as if there was a warm fire.

Her face was quiet, her eyes were closed and slightly closed, isolated from the inside and outside, and she was so quiet and quiet that she was silent and unconscious. The mysterious power that always seemed to exist and was invisible in the past was like the river sand washing over and over again, slowly picking out real gold, and like the invisible wind and rain brewing fairy dew in the furnace of heaven and earth.

The invisible and intangible mystery that was always difficult to grasp in the past seemed to condense from nothingness. With a bang, it exploded between her limbs and bones, filling every corner of her flesh and blood. Her delicate body, like a cauldron, tightly wrapped the mystery.

Then, the consciousness continued to sink, and she finally understood that this mystery was herself, "I". She sensed the real "I". This statement was a bit strange, but the girl who didn't read much books had no better language to describe it.

Just like Taiyi is divided into two poles, the body and mind that were always turbid in the past was like a rough jade being broken, condensing the mysterious jade. She clearly felt the difference between body and spirit. And this mysterious, incredible "I" pushes her flesh and blood and body.

She opened her eyes and the incense tent separated by itself. She felt a loud noise. The candlelight of fireflies, the moonlight that penetrated outside the window, and everything, were full of layers, reflected into her eyes, into her heart, and controlled and observed by her little bit.

She floated off the bed, pushed the door open and was discharged from the hospital, looking at the garden under the moon happily. The frosty moon is like a dream and the brightness hides the beauty she had never experienced before.

She was so happy that she was flying among the plum blossoms, so happy that she was so excited that she could not speak. She was so excited that she could not return...
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