The moonlight was as bright as before, the strong wind was no longer, the remaining snow was still there, and the blood marks on the snow were clearly thrilling. The temple of Judgment was dead silent, and only occasionally the sound of stone wall peeling off sounded...

The middle-aged Taoist walked to the terrace, and Xiong Chumo and [***]hai also came over. The three of them looked at the bottomless abyss under the railing, the mist under the moonlight and the snow-covered old trees on the cliffs, and were silent for a long time.

Then they left without talking or looking at each other - Ning Que jumped down, Haotian jumped down, Ye Hongyu jumped down tonight, Ning Que and Haotian could live, but she couldn't live.

Since death is the only ending, there is no need to worry about it anymore.

But the person is dead and the matter is not finished yet. She is the throne of the ruling god. Her death will cause many troubles. The Taoist Sect has to deal with many things now. Xiong Chumo must start to prepare to suppress the anger of the ruling temple. [***] Hai must help stabilize the situation in Taoshan again, while the middle-aged Taoist must regain the will of the Taoist Sect again.

More importantly, with this battle tonight, with Ye Hongyu's death, the Taoist sect began to officially destroy the Protestantism, and the war between the Tang Kingdom and the academy will officially begin.

The three of them left, and the severely damaged temple returned to the loneliness of no one. Naturally, someone would be arranged to be under the cliff to confirm Ye Hongyu's death and look for her body. However, when she arrived, even if she could return to the Temple of Judgment, this solemn temple would not be able to welcome her master.

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The night is deep, the moon is hidden behind the thick clouds, the crisscrossing streams on the earth, the stone bridges on the clear water, and the cold-resistant wild flowers under the bridge are all swallowed by the night.

It was very cold this year. The fields outside Yangzhou City were frozen a little solid. So in the late night, there was a dull sound. Someone fell from the top of the city and smashed heavily on the ground, breaking several cracks on the frozen ground. The man's legs suddenly broke, but under such pain, there was still no sound.

Wang Jingluo's eyebrows were furrowed very tightly. Even though the night was deep, it could not hide the pale color on his face. Countless beads of sweat were forced out of his body, instantly wetting his whole body.

He wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, used his hands as his feet, and crawled forward on the ground with difficulty. After he got into a bush, he realized that he would not be easily discovered, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground again in front of the city wall. He pulled open the bushes and looked at the place. He saw a person lying on the ground. The man was covered in blood and was obviously dead.

The sound of rapid footsteps sounded above the city wall, and then dozens of torches were lit. In just an instant, the dark night was driven away, and the top of the city was illuminated like daytime.

The man lying on the ground motionlessly was also illuminated by the torch, his face was covered with blood, but he could barely see his facial features. Wang Jingluo's body shook slightly, his hand holding the branch trembled slightly, and his face became paler because he knew the man, to be precise, he was very familiar with the man.

In the past few years, Wang Jingluo, on behalf of the court, secretly contacted the young people who were old Tang in Yangzhou City, and made a lot of progress. The young man who died at this time was one of them.

The head of Yangzhou City became disturbed, with sounds of killing and weapons hitting. Wang Jing looked up with difficulty and knew that the young people loyal to Chang'an were being chased by the powerful people in the temple on the city wall. His fists were clenched tighter and tighter, but he could not do anything, and he couldn't help but feel desperate.

Someone fell down again, smashing heavily on the frozen fields, smashing out the soil and splashing blood. Then more and more figures fell down and kept dying.

His pale face was full of despair and pain, and his eyes were full of regret. He regretted not being able to discover that all his plans were mastered by the temple, and regretted not expecting the sudden action of the temple.

He regrets letting these young people die.

These people who died tonight were his helpers in the various sects. They were all young people from Qinghe County. In Ning Que's words, they were real hope, but... no matter how hard the young man's bones were, they would still be broken.

Wang Jingluo's eyes turned red, his lips were bitten and he began to bleed.

He stared at the temple cavalry at the top of Yangzhou city, and looked at the figures shining under the torches. His body trembled in pain, like a wounded dog, but he did not dare to condolence.

He turned around and crawled on the ground like a dog, crawling to the deepest part of the night, crawling while bleeding. He had to leave Qinghe County alive. He wanted to tell the Tang army on Qingxia about what happened tonight, and told Ning Que that the academy's plan had failed, and told Chang'an that the war had begun.

Ning Que could not have imagined, nor did he expect that the Xiling Temple would suddenly take action under such circumstances. Their career, the young people in Qinghe County, suffered unimaginable losses.

But, I will be back.

On the day I come back, the iron hooves will stomp this difficult and cold field, the torches will fill the manor by the Fuchun River, and the heroic souls of the dead young people will be paid the greatest memorial.

Wang Jing crawled towards the dark night, moving away from the torch glory in Yangzhou City.

Snow suddenly fell and sprinkled on the dead young people.

It also fell on him like a dog.

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The straightest long street in Yangzhou City is brightly illuminated by lights.

The chariot moved slowly in the middle of the street. More than ten maids next to the chariot kept sprinkling petals into the night sky. The petals mixed with the newly falling snow, and then fell together, holy and pure.

The snow breeze blew up, lifting up the curtain in front of the chariot, revealing the face of the man who was still childish.

On both sides of the long street, thousands of Yangzhou people knelt on the ground. At the front, the owners of the Qinghe County lords also knelt on their knees, and no one dared to look directly at his face.

Tonight, Yangzhou City is chasing everywhere, and dead people are everywhere. Blood pours into the gaps of bluestone slabs and flows into the clear Fuchun River. It is the bloodiest night since the rebellion several years ago.

Many young people loyal to Chang'an City died tonight. As for those who were not discovered by the temple, they would probably be much silent after seeing such a bloody scene.

Hengmu Liren only made a move once tonight, and more than ten powerful men from Tianshu in the Tang Kingdom died. His hands were stained with blood, and his will even make the blood spread throughout Qinghe County.

His expression was still so calm and innocent.

He is not the great priest of Xiling, but he has the authority and majesty that is no less than the great priest of Xiling.

He is the gift left by Haotian to the world. He regards himself as Haotian's spokesperson. He sits in the chariot and moves slowly among the spreading flowers and snow, enjoying the awe and love of mortals.

He likes this feeling very much.

The war with the Tang Kingdom finally began. Can that person named Ning Que still sit in Chang'an City?

Ning Que, when will you come out?

When will you come to see me?

Please come and fight me.

Please come and be killed by me.

The fire shines the night snow like white powder and like willow catkins in spring.

The eyes of the horizontal tree penetrated the wind and snow all over the sky, passed through Qing Gorge, landed in Chang'an City, and thought with a smile.

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There is snow everywhere in the Central Plains. Whether Taoshan or Yangzhou City, they are covered with thin or thick snow. Later, there will be a snowfall in the State of Song Dynasty. That snow will be recorded in history. Before this, the grassland that was originally windy and snowy suddenly stopped, the clouds scattered and the snow disappeared, revealing the bright moon.

In the north of Weicheng, thousands of tents are being demolished, countless livestock are being driven away, and the warriors of the Golden Tent Royal Court are saddles for their horses. Tens of thousands of elite cavalry are about to set off. The scene is spectacular, but no sound is heard. Apart from the uneasy chirping of the livestock, the atmosphere seems a bit depressing.

As the most powerful force in the north of the mainland, the war with the Tang Kingdom won consecutive victories in the past few years. The nobles of the Jinzhang Royal Court were qualified to be proud and proud, but the situation this time was different.

Tonight, the Golden Tent Royal Court will move south as a whole.

Moving south is an invasion of the south.

This means that the final decisive battle is about to begin, and that it will be together with the Tang Kingdom, which has ruled the world for thousands of years. Even the proudest warrior of the Golden Tent, will begin to become nervous.

The first one to leave Weicheng south was a very ordinary convoy. The convoy consisted of more than ten large cars, with few people and no supplies, so it was easy to walk.

For the Golden Tent, this is the most important convoy.

Thirteen high priests of the grassland were sitting in their carriages, with the skull necklace hanging on their chests, and under the moonlight shining through the window, they were as white as pure jade.

The national master hung a string of ordinary wooden beads on his chest, just like the ordinary clothes on his body, just like his ordinary face. He looked at the bright moon outside the window and smiled calmly, not knowing what he was thinking.

For the Central Plains practice world, he was a barbarian from the outside world. Even if he led the Golden Tent to the embrace of Haotian, he and the priests were still away from the orthodox world of practice.

But this does not affect his strength or his emotions.

He yearned for the bright moon very much. He wanted to go to the south and experience what the people in the Central Plains thought. He wanted to go to Chang'an City, he wanted to go to the academy. Of course, he naturally didn't want to come back after going.

The young man Ada was also watching the moon. The air was washed continuously by the wind and snow for several days. It was particularly clean. The grassland in the middle of the night was particularly quiet, so the moon seemed particularly round and large.

Unlike the national teacher, Ada didn't have much thought. He just felt that the moon was a little dazzling. He squinted his eyes, his childish face was full of irritability.

The Golden Tent Royal Court mobilized, and more than 100,000 cavalry were about to move south. Shanyu was determined and moved very quickly, but Ada was still a little dissatisfied and he was in a hurry to go to the south.

He wanted to kill the Tang general named Huaying, he wanted to destroy the last cavalry of the Tang army, from Xiangwanyuan to Hebei County, where there were water and grass, he would become his territory.

During this process, he and the people in the convoy will wait for the arrival of the iron arrow and wait for the arrival of Yu Lian. He will break the arrow and kill the man.

Why? Because he wanted to do this, he wanted to take revenge on the Tang man named Ning Que, and he wanted to defeat the legendary academy. He thought that since he thought so, then this should be the will of immortality.

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It has not snowed at this time in the capital of Song State.

The confrontation in the square has lasted for a long time. Thousands of Protestant believers, Taoist priests and Song cavalrymen, who were close to each other, were already exhausted.

A torch was lit on the high platform, illuminating this corner. Ye Su sat behind the desk, looking at the Daoyi Zhenxi on the desk and thinking quietly. Chen Pipi knelt beside him, silent.

Tang Xiaotang and more than ten disciples of Jiange stood in front of the high platform and remained silent.

Facing the attack of the temple, they didn't know how long they could last, and they couldn't leave, so they had to wait.

Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, looked a little ugly because she represented the attitude of the Taoist sect at this time. However, at the most critical moment of the day, the bell rang out of the Taoist temple, and she could only stop and wait.

Waiting? Why should we wait? Will Haotian still give these apostate traitors tolerate? Can Ning Que really convince the viewer to let Ye Su go and the Protestant believers go? What are you waiting for?

No one knows what to wait for.

Waiting for the order of killing, or the arrival of peace.

Those who know about the peace talks between Xiling Temple also think that this kind of waiting is too long.

Only Longqing knew what the Xiling Temple was waiting for.

It is not waiting for the viewer to be persuaded by Ning Que or unable to convince, it is not waiting for the final result of the peace talks, it is not waiting for Haotian's order, but waiting for a person's death.

Or, the news of death.

The news of Ye Hongyu's death, her death was the beginning of the war.
To be continued...