It was winter, and Changling County was full of wind and snow. An old man staggered to Qiling Post. That night, the old man in a blue shirt abandoned his prejudice, abandoned his dissatisfaction, and gave up his personal grievances. On that night, he was like that strange young man bowing three times!

After three bows, the young man did not just smile and let go of his grudges, but just borrowed an old man's sword. The two of them faced the uncertain future together. At that time, the old man truly began to know the young man. His old heart was brought with him passionately and saw the youthful vitality and infinite hope of the young man. Therefore, he did not want such a righteous young man to end there.

After leaving Beijing with a short knife, he killed two people, and then quietly met the young man in white who was as disappointed as ever, he surrendered himself with satisfaction.

Qingming Festival is approaching and rainy season, he comes to the Meridian Gate.

The Meridian Gate, the execution ground in Chang'an City, I don't know how many dead-headed souls are wandering here. Ning Qing looked at the mist and his heart was as calm as water. It was already two minutes from noon. His life was only the last quarter of an hour away, but he ran away and faced death.

Outside the Meridian Gate, many people gathered, all of whom were discussing bustlingly. They were all amazed at the old man, this great practitioner, and the court official who knew that the law was violated, but surrendered himself. Countless doubts were discussed by the crowd.

Within the Meridian Gate, a total of a thousand imperial guards guarded here. The cold and cold tip of the special soldiers was the murderous intent of the special soldiers. On the city wall, dozens of large inner guards were ready to go. On the guillotine, several prison officials led by Di Yun, the Minister of Justice, were a little desolate.

Not far away, a monk sat in the pavilion of the city wall, paying attention to everything in the venue. Both of them were a little casual, making tea and playing chess.

No one disturbed them, and dozens of large inner guards were guarding them outside. Such power was unignorable, not to mention that these two people were worshipped by the imperial court and no one could not ignore them.

Next to this monk's path, there was a man with a beard on his face and couldn't tell his age. He was eating very happily with a carrot in his hand. He saw a rope tied to the pillar, a brick hanging at the bottom of the rope, and a short qiāng was inserted beside him. He touched about four feet and looked very ordinary.

This person is Ouyang Muhua, who has dealt with Gu Qingci. The one who can't tell the truth and hides in the world more than ten years ago after making a big fuss in Beijing. Once again, it was the Battle of Wangjing. Ouyang Tiedan killed a great cultivator with one brick!

Ouyang Muhua finished eating the carrots and seemed a little impatient. He slapped the table and destroyed the monk's chess game. He asked: "Master Sannian, Master Qingyun, I asked if you two can fart? It's just one hour for you two to play chess here. You really think I don't exist!"

Master Sannian gave the Buddhist ritual and said, "Don't be impatient when you don't feel restless. I am also trying to cultivate my state of mind. The murderous aura of the Wumen Gate is too strong, and you need to be calm and safe."

"Barring," Ouyang Muhua picked up the teacup, drank it in one sip, and said, "It's still cultivating your state of mind. When I was fighting with you fifteen years ago, you two meant the Xuan Realm. After so many years, you are still cultivating this state of mind. How did you cultivate your state of mind?"

Taoist Master Qingyun looked serious and didn't speak.

Master Sannian smiled helplessly and said, "Ouyang donor, no matter how great a genius, I am naturally incomparable to me. This realm of destiny is hard to come by. How can it vary depending on time? My Buddha is compassionate and arranges everything freely. When my Buddha feels that I have practiced enough and should enter the destiny, I will naturally enter the destiny!"

"Okay, okay," Ouyang Muhua said impatiently: "Don't tell me what Buddha Lord you are. Just tell me how long it will take for me to go home to sleep!"

This time, Master Qingyun spoke and said, "Now at 2 o'clock, there is still a quarter of an hour left. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to leave."

Ouyang Muhua said in confusion: "What accident?"

Taoist Master Qingyun said lightly: "Master Yuan Tian of the Imperial Heaven!"

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In an attic in the imperial city, two old men were sitting on the ground and playing chess. One was wearing a white dress and a book hanging around his waist. He was covered in white hair, but was extremely elegant and elegant. The other was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with white hair and a whisk in his hand.

The one who hangs the book is Mr. Wuque, and the one who holds the whisk is the Taishi of the Imperial Heavenly Prison, Yuan Tianshi, the national teacher of Daxia. A man who is not as famous as Mr. Wuque, but is a man from the same period as Mr. Wuque. The two have known each other for decades and are the only one in the court who is a peer-to-peer person in the court.

After a son fell, Yuan Tianshi spoke first and said, "Mr. Wuque, it's already two minutes old, and it's almost done. Do you still think I'll take action?"

Mr. Wuque slowly left a son and smiled and said, "Master Yuan Tian is the Taoist master of heaven, so I dare not be careless. After all, this time, it is your junior who beheaded this time, but Your Majesty is looking for me again. I can't stop it."

Yuan Tianshi shook his head and said, "Oh, you're just a waste of time. Do you think Ning Qing's personality will let me save him? If he doesn't want to die, he will not return to Beijing."

Mr. Wuque nodded and said, "I know, but now there is someone who can save him, and he can only save him!"

Master Yuan Tian waved his whisk gently and said, "The Unparalleled Young Master Gu Qingci, but will he come? I would have known that the robbery of the Dharma Field was not a trivial matter. If he did this, he would have ruined his life. Moreover, the Meridian Gate is a net of heaven and earth!"

Mr. Wuque smiled slightly and said, "To be honest, if I were from that kid's perspective, I wouldn't know if I would appear. Not only me, but even His Majesty is looking forward to this kid's appearance."

Master Yuan Tian was silent for a moment and said, "The greater the expectations, the greater the attention. I am also very interested in this kid, a person with such a profound fate."

"Fate?" asked Mr. Wuque, "What is his fate?"

Master Yuan Tian whispered: "I can't see it!"

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Inside the Meridian Gate, on the slaughter platform, time slowly passed. Seeing that the 3rd hour of noon was coming, Di Yun, the Minister of Justice, suddenly stood up, slowly walked to Ning Qing, poured a glass of wine for Ning Qing, sighed, and said, "Mr. Ning, this glass of wine is not a dead wine, but I toast you, because I admire you very much, but I don't understand, is it worth it for you to sacrifice so much for someone who has no big ties?"

Ning Qing smiled slightly, with a memory-like vicissitudes in his eyes and said, "Mr. Di, if you also fight with Master Gu alongside me, you will understand that it is really worth it."

Di Yun shook his head and said, "But, now, he has not come to see you off at this time!"

At this moment, a dull but thunderous sound suddenly came from outside the Meridian Gate:
Chapter completed!