Grasping Evil

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The north wind blows, and the leaves fall in the cold winter. [;Starting] The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and many farmers are busy planting in winter on the ridges.

The child carried the egg and tightened his sackcloth, his face flushed red from the cold.

"I am afraid of the cold..."

The child was surprised. This feeling, he always felt, had not been experienced for hundreds of years.

There is a red birch forest at the head of the village, with a grass hut and a school in the forest.

In the school, in the creaking old house, the sound of young recitations came from afar.

"At the beginning of the immortal, there is no nature, the road to heaven, the map of entering the sea, the mana is broad, it is not admirable, the mind is firm, and it can be seen..."

Stopping outside the school, the boy didn't push the door, but walked quietly.

What the children recited in the school was the master of the school himself.

The purpose is to enlighten the child. The child has heard this scripture seven times. Every month, his mother will ask him to send him a basket of eggs, asking him to worship Mr. Standing outside the school, he almost memorized the entire scripture.

The boy asked himself that he was smart and aura, and he was by no means weaker than other village boys, but unfortunately, the husband refused to accept him.

"Why, Mister doesn't accept me into the school..." Xiaotong was puzzled, he vaguely felt that these were related to what he had forgotten.

When Xiaotong appeared outside the private school, in the dilapidated school, a child who was a year younger than Xiaotong immediately said excitedly.

"Mr. Zi, Brother Ning Fan has come to apprentice again. Judging from his seven-month sincerity, this time, Mister must admit him to the school!"

That child, named Ning Gu, was one of Ning Fan's few friends in Ning Village.

After he spoke, all the children stopped reciting and looked at Ning Fan standing outside the window through the dilapidated casement.

"Today is the seventh month, but it's his seventh day. If today. He still doesn't understand why he can't enter the school, he doesn't deserve to stay in this world..."

Inside the school, there was a Mr. Ziyi. Smile.

This man has long hair like a waterfall and has a handsome appearance. Above the eyebrows, there is a purple-gold stone flame seal.

"But Mr. Zi,

Big Brother Ning Fan is really sincere..."

"He's different from you... let him stand! As for you, study hard..."

In the hands of the gentleman, a purple-gold ring ruler gently tapped on Ning Gu's head, with kindness and tenderness.

He didn't hit the child hard on the palm. He never does.

There is no discrimination, he teaches by words and deeds, and does not punish him. This is also the reason why Mr. Zi is famous in the village.

rumored. Even the county magistrates outside the village have to bow down to Mr. Zi.

This man did not seek fame or profit, but many of the disciples who listened to him were officials in Yue State.

The land of Vietnam. Confucianism was at its peak, and Taoism, Moism, military science, legal studies and other schools were also full of scholars.

And Mr. Zi's school is... Zi Xue.

After the gentle lesson from Mr. Ning Gu, Ning Gu touched his head. Under the embarrassed seat, the sound of chanting chanted again in the school.

Ning Fan, holding an egg, stood outside the school, clenching his fists unwillingly.

"He's not like you... let him stand!"

Recalling Mr.'s words in his mind, Ning Fan gritted his teeth lightly, this time, he was afraid that he would still fail to apprentice...

But why, sir, doesn't accept him... Why is he different from the children here...

Asking about the cliff, Meng Xuanzi frowned as he looked at Ning Fan who was standing in the purple mist.

"Today is the seventh day. Countless great cultivators are at this step and stop... I don't know if this child can cross this threshold... This old man's Dao Heart illusion back then was marriage, this child seems to be studying... studying, he can Would you please come along..."

Outside the private school, Ning Fan didn't know how long he had been standing.

He pondered over and over again that the reason why Mr. Zi did not accept himself seemed to be because he was different from others, but why was it different and where was it different?

His eyes gradually showed a hint of depth that did not match his age.

When this deep color appeared for a moment, in the school, the young man in purple smiled slightly.

"This son, began to understand..."

Different, where is the difference...

Dark clouds gradually emerged in the sky, and among the dark clouds, a cold winter rain began to fall.

Ning Fan stood under the eaves, watching the raindrops like beads, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and after the depth reached a certain level, it gradually became clear.

"Different... Yes, I am naturally different from them... There is no one who is the same in the world, and there is no same rain... The reason why each drop of rain is different is not that the shape is different, the main reason is that their trajectories are different... Their trajectory is to study and write in the Ning Village of Yueguo, to obtain a title, and to serve as an official, but my purpose should not be like this... I asked to study, but the purpose was not to be an official in the country of Yue... But I can't remember for my purpose..."

In the seventh month, Ning Fan finally understood a little, what Mr.

Mr. Ziyi squinted and smiled contentedly. He pushed open the door and walked out. He didn't take the egg, but just smiled and patted Ning Fan's head.

"Take the eggs home and nourish your mother... As for you, you have the qualification to enter the school, but before this qualification, there is still a test..."

"Test?" Ning Fan raised his face.

"Yes, test... My common name is Sun, but you don't have to know, my immortal name is Zi Dou... They call me, Immortal Emperor Zi Dou..."

"Immortal Emperor Zidou!"

Ning Fan stepped back, under these words, his memory, like a river that burst its embankment, woke up.

Yes, I asked in a fantasy world...

Yes, it's all fantasy...

But Mr. Ziyi in front of him was actually named Zidou and crowned Immortal Emperor!

Has he been studying with the Immortal Emperor all this time!

"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor..."

"Call me sir..."

"Yes, Mr. Dare to ask, you are real, you are illusion!" Ning Fan's eyes narrowed.

"I'm not real or fantasy, but beyond the real and the virtual, at the end of the holy road... The fourth step! If you have the chance, you will know that at this moment, you only have one thing... Go home, be filial to your mother, and wait for your order. Only after my mother has lived a comfortable life can she be qualified to study, if you can’t do filial piety, you are not worthy of being a human being, if you are not a human being, you will not be able to climb that mountain and achieve immortal status… go…”

"Yes!"

Ning Fan bowed and bowed, carried the egg, and returned in the rain.

This rain was born in the sky and died on the ground, but when it was about to approach his body, it all changed its trajectory strangely.

Mr. Ziyi looked at Ning Fan who was walking away in the rain. Nod slightly.

"Is it a descendant of chaos, is it a talent that can be created..."

Ning Fan walked through the rain curtain, and his heart gradually became clearer.

In this purple mist fantasy. In Yueguo Ning Village, he should stay for seven months. Outside, it is seven days.

In seven days, his mana increased from 1015 armor to 1085 armor, not magic power, but mana increase...

"One more month of understanding here. Can I increase the mana of the first armor..."

He was silent for a while, this Mr. Ziyi is Immortal Emperor Zidou, a master that a true immortal cannot look up to. It's an old teacher.

But Ning Fan couldn't see that this person was really fake, because his realm was far from enough, and even whether the other party was just a phantom conjured by Ziwu. Can't see.

The only thing that can be seen is that this person is graceful and graceful, and he instructs himself that if you want to become an immortal, you must be a man first. If you want to be a human being, you must do filial piety first.

The word filial piety is hardly mentioned in the world of self-cultivation, and even if one enters a sect, some sects will erase the disciples' mortal memories.

And the Immortal Sovereign, compared to cultivation, mana, aptitude, and enlightenment, more valued emotional heart.

I gave myself the opportunity to be filial to my mother...

"mother…"

Ning Fan's heart warmed. Shibu Bridge, he saw his mother's face; Samsara Bell, he saw Zhihe's predecessor; Wendaoya, Zidou Immortal Emperor gave him the opportunity to make up for the regret of the world with his mother and Zhihe.

In this way, the pain of his past life and the regret of this life can all be filled in this illusion.

In this way, my heart can be stronger because there are fewer cracks.

"But, is it true..."

Ning Fan buried this idea in his heart.

Standing outside the bamboo fence, looking at the mother who was busy driving the chickens back to the chicken coop, she quietly pointed to the sky.

Rain stopped!

"Huh? The rain will stop as soon as you say it stops... eh? Fan'er is back? This time I'm going to be a teacher, can you..."

Ning Qian didn't ask any questions, her beautiful eyes sank as her hair was wet from the rain.

"Why did you bring the eggs back! You didn't go to apprenticeship, did you!"

"No, Mr. has already accepted me, but because I was too young, he asked me to learn how to be a man at home... This egg was also ordered by Mr.

"Being human? Is it only you, other children, who are also young, why can they go to the school to study?" Ning Qian asked in surprise.

"Because, I am different from them!" In Ning Fan's eyes, a flash of pride flashed.

Fingers crossed Shaohua, eight years have passed.

During the eight years, Ning Fan never mentioned the matter of studying, but just stayed at home and helped with farming.

Do everything with filial piety, do your best, and never let Ning Qian work.

He is not famous, not ostentatious, like an ordinary man, dormant in Ning Village.

At the age of 16, he is clearly thin and frail, but one person has cultivated a hundred acres of fertile land in the wasteland outside the village, and one person can cultivate a hundred acres.

The family is rich, and Ning Qian gradually stopped working, and only went out to spend time with her neighbor's wife in her spare time.

Half a year is 96 months, and the outside world is 96 days.

In the 97th month, the wealthy Wu of the county town, with a matchmaker, came to Ning Village to ask the daughter of the carpenter Wang for marriage!

Zhihe is 14 years old, and he is well-known in Ning Village and surrounding counties.

Although the family is very cold and will not be favored by the officials, there are quite a few people who want to take her as a concubine.

Among them, the wealthy Wu's family is the highest, his name is Wu Dongnan, and he even donated money to be a scholar, and he is barely considered a scholar.

With such financial resources and family status, marrying Zhihe as a concubine is really a beautiful thing, and even Carpenter Wang himself has no intention of rejecting it.

Zhi He hid in Ning Fan's house in a hurry, making Ning Qian feel pity and sigh at the same time.

"Aunt Qian, Zhihe, don't marry that rich man Wu! Zhihe wants to marry brother Fan!"

"Silly girl... Then Wu Dongnan has a big family. What's wrong with him? Why don't you like him, but like this poor boy from my family..."

"Who said that brother Fan is poor, he cultivated hundreds of acres of fertile land, and he is also a rich man in Ning Village. I will marry him and rely on him for the rest of my life. Let him buy me delicious and delicious food, how wonderful!" Zhi He pouted. , Ning Qian couldn't help laughing at what she said.

Dare to feel in Zhihe's consciousness, marrying Ning Fan, is it an extra money bag...

It's just that Ning Qian knew that this silly girl didn't care about Ning Fan's little money at all, otherwise, why would there be a richer wealthy Wu who didn't marry, regardless of women's honors, and stayed in the Ning family.

"Silly girl, you are crazy... Well, when Fan'er comes back, Auntie will ask him to prepare gifts and go to your house to propose marriage! As for the wealthy Wu, if this person is entangled and troubled, Auntie will find a way to deal with it."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome..."

Outside the door, came the figure of Ning Fan riding a bull. Holding a willow whip, her long hair is scattered, and although she wears a commoner, she looks like a fairy.

"Wu Dongnan, don't dare to cause trouble in front of me, he, don't dare!"

"Zhihe is my wife, no one can snatch it away!"

On the 97th day, Meng Xuanzi's eyes were unprecedentedly focused.

Back then, at the threshold of the 97th, he was broken and stopped to enlightenment.

Can this Ning Fan break through the 97th day and surpass himself!

And what puzzled Meng Xuanzi the most was the purple mist that shrouded Ning Fan's body, which always glowed with purple-gold brilliance.

The purple-gold light had a mighty power that made Meng Xuanzi, the Immortal Emperor's sovereign, raise an illusion of wanting to pay homage.

"This purple fog is so powerful... What level of immortal power is this... Could it be, the Immortal Emperor!"

Immortal Emperor Zidou!

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