[Rebirth] The lord wants a minister to die

Xuanjizi finally chased Ning Jin at the foot of the mountain.

The boss cooked a bowl of wontons for Ning Jin, put it in front of him, and said, "Just now, the master paid too much, so you can eat more wontons, just out of the pot."

Xuanjizi didn't expect Ning Jin to be treated like this. His disciples are really different.He sat next to Ning Jin, his sitting posture was extremely indecent, and he complained: "You can make it easier for the poor to find you."

Ning Jin said coldly: "You followed all the way, what is there to look for?"

Tsk.This is a powerful knife.Xuanjizi curled his lips: "Isn't this worried about you? Your third uncle entrusted you to the poor Taoist, and the poor Taoist should be responsible for you, right?"

Ning Jin didn't answer, he buried his head in eating the wonton, regardless of whether it was hot or not, and shed tears while eating.Xuanjizi couldn't say any words of comfort, so he could only wait for him to finish eating.

After Ning Jin finished eating, he didn't say anything. He got up and thanked the owner of the morning stall, and went back to Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

Xuanjizi felt quite puzzled, he was ready to let the child be beaten and scolded, but this time it was good, Ning Jin didn't move at all, and went back very obediently.Even Xuanjizi prodded him with the ceremony of apprenticeship, and the child obediently worshiped him without saying a word of objection.

Maybe he really has nowhere to go except Qingfeng Dao Temple, so he can only resign himself to his fate and stay under the seat of Xuanjizi.When Xuanjizi participated in this way, he didn't have much energy in his heart, and he made him look like he was kidnapping a child.

Seriously, for so many years, he was the only one who picked out the disciples mysteriously, how could he take it by force?This is so cheap.

He decided to enlighten Ning Jin, show off his talents, and let him stay willingly.

In the Taoist temple, Ning Jin was like a dull gourd, not at all as clever as when he was in front of He Zhan. The pattern on the top, but he refused to take it.

When Xuanjizi sneaked in, Ning Jin was sitting on the couch and called Master.Xuanjizi pulled out a roasted beggar's chicken from his arms, and said, "Do you want to eat chicken?"

Ning Jin shook his head.Xuanjizi sat cross-legged on the couch, looking at the golden chicken, he couldn't help swallowing - although it was for Ning Jin, he could share it as a teacher, right?Xuan Jizi said: "You don't want to eat it? If you don't eat it, you will eat it as a teacher..."

Xuanjizi tore off a chicken leg, gnawed on it and said, "What's wrong with being under the teacher's school? I can let you eat a chicken meal every month, and there are many disciples under the teacher's school, so you won't be bored."

"Tell me, why doesn't he want me?"

"what?"

Ning Jin said, "Why did third uncle abandon me?"

Xuan Jizi said: "He has to go, but you are too young, he can't go with you."

"Why are you leaving?"

"Well... the Imperial City cannot tolerate him, and the Great Jing Kingdom cannot tolerate him."

"Why can't you tolerate it?"

Why are there so many children?Do you have to ask the end to find a satisfactory answer?But Xuanjizi is a teacher, even if a disciple asks why the sun is in the sky and why the fish are in the water, he should give an answer.

Xuanjizi said: "He is a remnant of evil in the eyes of the emperor, a barb on his finger, although it will not cause great harm, but it is still too annoying and unpleasant."

"emperor?"

Xuanjizi suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake for the current sage, he stared, and quickly ate a piece of chicken to prevent himself from saying more.

He reflected for a while, and felt that as a teacher, he should not explain blindly when encountering problems. He just told his disciples calmly, "Go and understand by yourself." Godhead, why not do it?

Afterwards, seeing that Ning Jin was silent, Xuanjizi said: "Your third uncle always wants to start a family first, and then pick you up after he has a safe place to live. The Zhongguo Duke's mansion is gone, and you are his only relative now, and he will not leave you alone." Leave it to you." Xuanjizi wiped the oil from his mouth and asked, "No matter how you say it, you still bear the surname Wang, and everyone in Prince Qingping's mansion is your family."

"No." Ning Jin denied, "They are not."

He felt that before he met He Zhan, he was like a blank sheet of paper, on which only He Zhan painted Zhi Chunying's peach blossoms.He Zhan is his family.

It's just that He Zhan put down his pen before he finished painting the branch of peach blossom.

The next year, the east wind blows the first spring jasmine.

Xuanjizi picked up a seriously ill girl by the side of the mountain road.Xuanjizi thought her illness was quite amusing, so he fed her a lot of good medicinal materials and brought them back from Lord Yan.

After waking up, the woman claimed that her name was Yang Yingzhao, her name was Jingrong, and she was from Huainan. Both of her parents died.

Yang Yingzhao's ancestors were from a family of martial arts, so he knew some boxing skills. Xuanjizi saw that she was interesting in practicing guns, and saw that she was unaccompanied, so he decided to accept her as a closed disciple.

Yang Yingzhao has a bright and cheerful personality, like a man, and she is as meticulous as a woman in dealing with people and things. Therefore, after entering the temple, she got along well with her brothers and sisters in the temple.After a year, only Ning Jin didn't talk to her much.Ning Jin always likes to be a loner, usually with a straight face, and his kung fu and intelligence are among the best among them. The disciples in the temple are afraid of him and can't get along with him.

Yang Yingzhao didn't have a close friendship with him at first, until she saw Ning Jin go out over the wall at night.

The first snow fell in the cold winter night in Kyoto that day, and the jade flowers and broken jade covered the ground one after another.Yang Yingzhao felt puzzled and followed him all the way.

Ning Jin first went to the post office to ask if there was a backlog of letters. After learning that there were no letters, he lowered his head, as if he had lost his soul.Yang Yingzhao wanted to be more puzzled, even if she encountered a spell that she couldn't solve, she never saw Ning Jin so depressed.

In order to pray for snow in Beijing, the day of the Gentleman's Meeting to worship the "Three Friends of Suihan" was advanced, so although it was late at night, the lights on the long street stayed up all night.After Ning Jin came out of the post house, he walked slowly all the way to the east of the city, bought a noodle monkey with a few copper coins, and then went back to Pinxianglou to buy some crabapple cakes.

Yang Yingzhao felt very bored, amused that she foolishly followed all the way, and was about to sneak back when she saw Ning Jin leaning against the corner, holding those little things she bought tightly in her arms, and fell into a long silence.

After that, she seemed to hear a low whimper.

But even with such a low voice, Yang Yingzhao was shocked a lot. She never expected that someone like Ning Jin would cry.

Yang Yingzhao hurriedly hid herself tightly, for fear of being discovered by Ning Jin.

Many years later, Yang Yingzhao could still remember the figure in the snow. It was the first time she saw Ning Jin cry, and it would probably be the last time.Even when she was the most lonely and helpless, she was not like Ning Jin, kneeling alone in the snow, like a child who could never find a home.

Yang Yingzhao followed all night, his hands and feet were cold from the snow, and he got a cold when he returned home.Ning Jin gave her some medicine as usual, and conveyed Master's doctor's order to her, speaking in a calm voice, completely different from Ning Jin in the snowy night before.

Yang Yingzhao was suspicious, so she couldn't help looking at him a few more times.Ning Jin is more than eight feet tall, with a broad back and broad shoulders. The plain and wide Taoist robe can't hide his muscular lines. His hand holding the sword is rough all the year round, but when he weighs medicine for his fellow disciples, he is extremely meticulous, and one or two are not bad.

As for his looks, Yang Yingzhao couldn't describe them, he could only say they were good-looking, the best-looking ones, she had seen many men in the martial arts gym before, including Ning Jin, he was also the most outstanding one.

Ning Jin put down the medicine and was about to leave, Yang Ying beckoned him: "I saw you sneaking out yesterday."

Ning Jin nodded coldly: "Oh."

Being so frank, Yang Yingzhao didn't know how to respond.She didn't dare to say that she secretly followed him, and asked, "Are you home? Who else is in your family?" She had been here for more than a year, and she hadn't seen Ning Jin go home, so she asked this question.

"Uncle Three."

Yang Yingzhao said: "Are you going over the wall and going home to have dinner with him? Then he must be fine."

Ning Jin replied: "Not good."

"what?"

Ning Jin didn't say any more, turned around and left, leaving behind Yang Yingzhao in a daze.

Later, Yang Yingzhao became acquainted with Ning Jin and knew that he was the son of King Ning Ping, but he didn't admit it very much, and he never mentioned it to anyone, so not many people knew about it.Ning Jin often mentioned a man named He Zhan, who was his third uncle.

Later, Ning Jin went down the mountain to practice and made many friends. He never asked for help, nor did he want to ask for help. The only thing that made him ask was also about He Zhan.Ning Jin asked people to inquire several times, and after a few months, he found out that his third uncle had joined the army at Yuping Pass.

After hearing the news, Ning Jin was shocked for a long time, and when he came back, he smashed the gadgets in his room that he usually collected down the mountain.

Yang Yingzhao felt it was a pity and put away all the broken things.After Ning Jin saw it, he said coldly: "It's useless, he won't come again." He bought those things for He Zhan.

Yang Yingzhao could tell that Ning Jin didn't say this for her, but for himself.

Even though what he said was useless, Ning Jin still went to the post house once a month.Yang Yingzhao followed him, and every time he saw him coming out of the inn in a daze, Yang Yingzhao would always think, maybe he was waiting for a letter from his third uncle, but there was no news for so many years.

Once, Yang Yingzhao said that Yuping Pass was in charge of the Han family's army, with strict military discipline, and soldiers in the army were not allowed to communicate with each other, so he advised Ning Jin to write a letter to He Zhan first.

After hearing this, Ning Jin sat in front of the writing desk for a whole day, lifted and put down the brush, and most of the plum blossoms outside the window fell. He just wrote a letter, but he only hid it in his bosom, and refused to even post it.

What if there is no reply?

Winter goes and spring returns, cold comes and summer goes.

None of the swan geese flying south every year brought back a letter from He Zhan. People who came to Qingfeng Taoist Temple to seek Taoism came and changed, but none of them were named He Zhan.

[Volume 2 Battlefield]