Grasping Evil

In Bianliang, girls usually meet at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and they can get married at the age of fifteen. A ten-year-old girl is already quite young.

Zhao Dier is already ten years old, a ten-year-old girl, her body has not yet grown, but her beauty has begun to show.

Today's Zhao Die'er is wearing a small satin jacket, her petite body is wrapped under a furry fox fur, her face is bright and clean.

This year, there was no snow in Bianliang, and it was the first time that Ning Fan met Zhao Dier when there was no snow.

Ten years later, Ning Fan's appearance is like that of a thirty-year-old man, and his eyes are even deeper. The moment he saw Zhao Dier, his eyes were soft and he smiled.

"Oh? Isn't this Die'er?"

"Die'er has seen Uncle Ning Shi, has Uncle Ning Shi went to Bian River to enjoy the scenery again? It's a pity that there is no snow in Bianliang this year, and the plum blossoms have not bloomed. Without plum company, thinking about Uncle's wine in the next life, it will be a little lonely to drink. "

Zhao Die'er smiled shyly, lowered her head, and her voice was soft and sweet.

The ten-year-old Zhao Die'er is more polite, and now she will no longer pester Ning Fan to build a snowman.

The ten-year-old Zhao Die'er already has some girlish thoughts. Ning Fan's appearance is handsome, and because of many years of cultivation, he has a dusty temperament.

Even if she deliberately made her appearance look older, it still made Zhao Dier, who was just beginning to understand love, feel a little red and heartbeat...

Behind Zhao Die'er, there were also two servant girls from Zhao's house, both of whom were eighteen or nineteen years old, and their appearances were considered pretty.

Having served in the Zhao Mansion for many years, the second maid has also seen quite a few Bian Liang Junjie, who are outstanding in appearance and talent.

Therefore, not only Zhao Dier's face blushed, but even the two maids blushed, and occasionally peeked at Ning Fan a few times.

"Yeah, this year, there is no snow in Bianliang, and the plum blossoms haven't bloomed yet. This wine is really the sickness of Brother Ji Chong Boyang, is it better?"

Ning Fan changed the subject and asked.

He came to Bianliang for ten years and also knew Zhao Boyang for ten years. He was an old friend.

For a month, Zhao Boyang did not come to Yunzhong Academy to teach. It is said that the old disease has relapsed, which is quite serious...

"Daddy's leg disease happens every year, but this year it's more serious, and he can't get out of bed. Someone needs to be in front of the bed to serve. The famous doctor Tao has a little, but it doesn't get better. Even the savage medicine given by Master Manchi has no effect. …”

Zhao Die'er's nose turned sour when she thought of her father's pain, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"Don't cry if you have a leg problem, you come with me."

Ning Fan stroked Zhao Dier's blue silk and then pushed the door back to the house. The unconscious movement made Zhao Dier forget to cry, and his face was embarrassed.

She is already ten years old and already a big girl, and many Bianliang nobility have already asked for marriage, but Ning Fan still treats her like a child and caresses her head at will

It's a very rude move, but Zhao Dier doesn't seem to reject this feeling.

Leaving the second maid outside the house, Zhao Dier entered the courtyard of Ningfu alone. All the plum blossoms in Bianliang were not in bloom, but there was a plum tree in the courtyard with red plums in full bloom.

"Eh? The plum tree in Uncle Shi's house is so strange, it's different from the one in Bianliang City," Zhao Dier said in surprise.

"Nature is different, it's not an ordinary plum"

Ning Fan smiled and plucked two plum blossoms from the plum tree. One of the weaker aura was put on Zhao Die'er's temples, and the other was put into a brocade box like a conjuration and handed to Zhao Die. Son.

"Plum blossoms in a box,

Take it to your father and take it. The leg disease will heal itself. Don't make a fuss about it in Bianliang, and don't tell your father that the plum blossoms are from me. "

Zhao Die'er's little head was already stunned, and she didn't hear what Ning Fan said at all, but instinctively took over the king and the box, and lowered her little head like an ostrich.

There was only one thing in her mind, and that was that she was molested by Uncle Ning!

In Bianliang, men and women do not kiss, but Ning Fan stroked her hair and put flowers on her

Her face seemed to be half burned, hot and hot, and there was only a thumping heartbeat in her ears...

"Do you know how to be ashamed, Die'er has really grown up, but when uncle behaves frivolously"

Ning Fan laughed and shook his head. He has a bone age of a thousand years. Zhao Dier is always a child in front of him. He didn't think about the defense of men and women before, but now he knows to pay attention.

After repeating what he said before, and telling Zhao Dier carefully, Ning Fan let Zhao Dier leave.

Until she walked out of the gate of Ning Mansion, Zhao Dier's face was still blushing, she finally calmed down and looked at the brocade box in her hand with an incredible expression.

"Why did my uncle give me a plum blossom? He also said that this plum blossom can cure daddy's leg disease. Butterfly has read a lot of medical techniques, but I have never heard that plum blossom can cure leg disease..."

Obviously not believing that plum blossoms can cure leg problems, Zhao Dieyer still planned to give it a try, returned home with plum blossoms, and gave plum blossoms to daddy to eat.

It's amazing to say that Zhao Boyang's leg disease is obviously incurable, but after taking the plum blossom, the leg disease is getting better day by day.

Zhao Boyang asked in every possible way where the plum blossom came from. Zhao Dier remembered Ning Fan's instructions and didn't say anything nonsense, but the matter still spread in Bianliang City.

No one knows what kind of plum blossom can actually cure Zhao Daru's old leg disease.

Only Zhao Die'er knew the truth. At the age of ten, she saw the incredibleness of Ning Fan for the first time.

When she came to Ning's house again and was about to thank Ning Fan for his kindness, she found that Ning Fan was not at home, only his wife and daughter were at home.

After asking Liu Yan's aunt, and Xian Luoli's sister, Zhao Dier found out that Ning Fan was painting on the banks of the Bian River at the moment.

"Uncle Ning Shi is painting in the Bian River?" Zhao Dier was very surprised. In her impression, Ning Fan seemed to only drink and appreciate plums.

When she came to the bank of the Bian River and found Ning Fan, she saw Ning Fan standing beside a half-human-high flat bluestone, looking at an ancient painting.

After ten years of Huafan, just to seek the truth, Ning Fan finally began to realize the truth. Daozhen cannot be passed on orally. Ning Fan comprehends Daozhen, integrates it into Danqing, and draws it into a picture scroll, so as to realize it.

The ancient painting that Ning Fan was looking at was a painting he obtained from Luo Yunfengyao and Daochen when he was in the ninth division of the Lu clan.

The content in the painting is a scene in which Lu Wu, the demon commander of the ancient heavenly court, was driving on an expedition.

This painting was painted by a certain painting fairy in the ancient heaven, and it can be turned into reality. Just by activating mana, the characters in the painting can be transformed into illusions.

In this painting, the Taoist comprehension of the painting fairy is integrated

Ning Fan looked at the ancient painting for a long time before putting it away, took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, put it on the bluestone, and started painting.

He knew that Zhao Die'er had come, and stood beside him, but at the moment he was intent on painting and ignored it, and Zhao Die'er didn't bother.

Ning Fan's painting skills can only be regarded as ordinary, and his skills are far from reaching the highest level, but his paintings contain a profound artistic conception, which is close to Taoism. In ink painting, the most important thing is artistic conception.

What he painted is the landscape of Bianliang City, every grass and every tree, which has been integrated into his heart as early as these ten years.

But when he painted the shops on the Great Street of Bianliang City, he couldn't paint the hustle and bustle.

He painted the water of the Bian River, but he could not make the water flow.

He painted bald plums on both sides of the strait, but he couldn't make the plum blossoms on the plum tree bloom.

"Isn't it enough..."

Ning Fan sighed slightly, put down the pen, and Wang Jiang was silent.

He was still dissatisfied with the painting, and the reason for his dissatisfaction was that he failed to integrate the real into the painting.

Zhao Die'er looked at Ning Fan's paintings in surprise.

Naturally, she doesn't know what is true or not. From her point of view, Ning Fan's landscape painting skills have undoubtedly reached a very high level. Every grass and every tree has its meaning...

She didn't understand why Ning Fan sighed when he clearly painted a picture of the world...

"Uncle, are you dissatisfied with the painting 'Shining God's Watermark'?" Zhao Dier didn't address Uncle Ning Fan, her tone seemed to be as close to her childhood.

"You see it again?" Ning Fan smiled.

"Hee hee, uncle's brows are about to knit together, can Die'er not see it?"

Zhao Dier smiled sweetly, and suddenly had an idea, her face flushed red, her head bowed, and she begged Ning Fan,

"Can Uncle teach Die'er to draw, Die'er wants to learn..."

"Isn't your ambition to be a barbarian monk? Why didn't you study barbarian scriptures, but instead came to learn painting with me. Don't you want to be a barbarian monk?" Ning Fan laughed.

"No, Die'er's ambition is still to be a barbarian monk, and Die'er has already agreed to be a foolish teacher."

Halfway through what Zhao Dier said, she sighed faintly and did not continue.

Ning Fan didn't ask any further, just looked at Zhao Die'er with great interest, unfastened the wine gourd around his waist, and took a sip.

"Is it good for uncle to teach Die'er to paint? In five years, Die'er will only disturb uncle for five years. After five years, Die'er will leave..."

Zhao Dier's dark eyes stared at Ning Fan with a hint of pleading. There was a hint of ignorance in his expression.

"it is good."

Ning Fan nodded, his eyes swept across the plum blossoms on Zhao Dier's temples, but he sighed.

After a few days, the plum blossom has dried up, but Zhao Dier is still wearing it on her head.

have you grown up...

Since this day, Zhao Dier will come to Ning Fan to learn painting whenever he has spare time.

Next to the bluestone of the Bianhe River, Ning Fan will definitely be there, sometimes splashing ink and swiping his hair, sometimes pondering.

In the eleventh year, Ning Fan finally drew a flowing river.

In the twelfth year, there were actually a few red plums blooming on the bare plum branches that Ning Fan wrote about.

In the thirteenth year, the market in Ning Fan's painting could be heard faintly.

In the fourteenth year, Ning Fan began to paint flying dragons, strange animals, and some creatures in the mountains and seas.

In the fifteenth year, Ning Fan began to paint people.

There are many characters in his works, including beauties, close relatives, and enemies.

All the memories were integrated into the Dao by Ning Fan, and they were drawn on the paper. There was no intention to seek truth, but gradually, there was a real Dao rhyme in the painting.

It has been fifteen years since I came to Bianliang, and the colorful arrow spirits have been refined by Ning Fan.

The real bridge was foggy, and gradually it could no longer cover Ning Fan's eyes. For the first time in fifteen years, Ning Fan felt the call of the True Magic River.

That night, Ning Fan stayed in the room and meditated cross-legged.

His body was still at home, but Yuanshen suddenly rolled up his storage bag and flew into the night sky of Bianliang.

But seeing Yuanshen's figure flickering, he actually tore a gap in the night sky, stepped in one step, and disappeared into the night of Bianliang.

For any cultivator to break through the bottleneck of crossing the real world, he needs to leave his body and enter the inner heaven.

At this moment, Ning Fan's Primordial Spirit is inside the Dao of Heaven, and what catches his eye is a long river that looks both real and illusory.

Ning Fan stood on the south bank of the Yangtze River, the south bank was deserted. On the north bank, the grass will wither, and if you reach the north bank, you can successfully break through the realm of transcendence.

That long river is called the True Illusion River, and the river is full of mist that seems to be both real and illusory. Today's Ning Fan can see through part of the fog.

There are not only one real bridges on the Zhenhuan River, but countless ones. With his current practice, he can see three thousand real bridges from the mist of the real river.

Of these 3,000 real bridges, none of them are suitable for crossing the road

"The real bridge on the Zhenhuan River existed at the very beginning of the formation of the Heavenly Dao. The goose feathers of the Zhenhuan River are not floating, cannot fly, cannot swim, cannot row a boat, and can only cross the river by stepping on the bridge. If it reaches the north bank, then the crossing is really successful. What kind of avenue, what kind of grid to cross"

"Now I can see three thousand real bridges from the Zhenhuan River. These three thousand real bridges almost cover the vast majority of the avenues in the four days. Unfortunately, there is no real bridge for Taoism."

"Any cultivator who enters the interior of the Heavenly Dao will not be disturbed by the outside world, but it is extremely difficult to enter the interior of the Heavenly Dao. I have only entered once in fifteen years of Huafan..."

"Any cultivator has only crossed the bridge nine times. Today, I can't see the existence of Zhidaozhen Bridge. I'm afraid I can't cross the code."

"Pity…"

Overnight, Ning Fan Yuanshen withdrew from the interior of the Heavenly Dao and returned to his body. If you want to enter the interior of the Heavenly Dao, it is simply impossible.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Dier came to the door to learn painting from Ning Fan. Now she is fifteen years old, and the wedding ceremony will be three days later.

When she came today, in addition to learning to paint, she also had to inform Ning Fan that she was about to get married.

For ordinary girls, getting married means growing up and getting married soon.

But for Zhao Dieyer, having a robe means being with the blue light forever, and it means leaving Bianliang City forever.

She doesn't want to marry, her dream is to be a barbarian monk to protect the weak barbarians who are hurt by barbarians.

In the city of Bianliang, there were many nobles who asked her for marriage, but they were all rejected by Zhao Boyang.

Zhao Boyang is not a layman. Knowing that his daughter has great ambitions, he naturally supports it fully.

The only trouble is that if you want to become a barbarian monk, you must go to some big cities where barbarian temples are prosperous to learn barbarism. There is only one barbarian monk in Bianliang City, and this barbarian monk has a very weak barbaric skills, so he can't help his disciples perceive the incense of barbarism.

"Uncle, Die'er will be ready soon, and will leave Bianliang soon... Will you miss Die'er?"

Zhao Dier stood beside Ning Fan, looked at the snow scene in front of him, and asked quietly.

In the fifteenth year, there was a little snow under Bianliang, and red plums were in full bloom in the snow.

Ning Fan was drinking and painting in the snow. Due to deliberately changing his appearance, his temples were already frosted.

Zhao Die'er looked at the familiar back and the familiar scenery of the Bian River, her heart was slightly sour and reluctant.

She's grown up, but her uncle is getting old...

She is finally getting married, she is going to leave her hometown and try to become a barbarian monk, but why is there a disagreement?

"No. Die'er can leave with confidence. Uncle will not miss you." Ning Fan smiled.

"Liar! I don't believe it!"

Zhao Dier stuck out her tongue, she didn't believe that Ning Fan would not miss her.

"Uncle Shu, if Die'er becomes a barbarian monk, she will not be able to marry in this life. Can my uncle help Die'er fulfill a small wish?" Zhao Dier asked cautiously.

"What wish?"

"Uncle, can you accompany Die'er to wear a wedding dress, eat a wedding cake, sit on a wedding boat, and put Xi'er once to complete Die'er's little wish before Die'er leaves.

"no."

"Why did uncle never refuse Die'er's request, why did he refuse you this time?" Zhao Dier sighed in disappointment.

Ning Fan didn't answer, just took a sip of spirit wine, put down the lake pen, and stared at Kazuki red plum.

"Stingy brother" Zhao Dier whispered softly, and suddenly Xia Fei's cheeks were flushed.

But it was Ning Fan who picked a red plum, placed it lightly on her temple, and smiled, "This plum blossom is the gift you gave to each other. I have something to do these few days, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time. your wedding ceremony"

"Uncle won't come to Die'er's wedding ceremony, when Heng heard Ning Fan's words, Zhao Die'er, who was originally a little shy, immediately lost.

"Maybe it will come, maybe it won't, after all, the bones of the savage beast are not so easy to find, Heng Ningfan smiled helplessly.

"What kind of savage beast is that savage beast?" Zhao Dier's beautiful eyes were full of incomprehension.

"I'll tell you later

For three days, Ning Fan was not at home and left the city. Zhao Die'er came to look for Ning Fan, but couldn't find it. When she heard that Ning Fan had left the city, she couldn't help but be full of worry.

Bianliang barbarian monks know how to make barbarian god jade pendants. Those who go out of the city only need to wear barbarian monk jade pendants to reduce the chance of being attacked by barbarian beasts, but they will be safe if they don't sleep.

Zhao Dier didn't know what Ning Fan did out of the city, and whether Ning Fan brought the jade pendant of the barbarian god, she was very worried...

Three days have passed, and Ning Fan has not returned yet. Today is Zhao Die'er's wedding ceremony.

As the daughter of Zhao Daru, Zhao Dier's wedding ceremony was very beautiful, and there were countless famous people from Bianliang who came to attend the ceremony.

Not only that, even the only barbarian monk and master barbarian in Bianliang made an exception to attend Zhao Dier's wedding ceremony.

Ordinary people’s daughters and 笄, Manchi will naturally not come, but Zhao Dier is different, she has looked for Manchi. According to Manchi’s evaluation, this female cultivator is extremely talented. If a famous monk guides her, she will definitely become a generation of famous monks in this life. , to benefit the wild.

Man Chi knew that he was not enough to become Zhao Die'er's teacher, so he recommended Zhao Die'er to go to Tianman City to practice barbarism.

Tianman City, looking at the entire ancient wilderness, is regarded as the top ten Great Barbarian City!

There are many barbarian monks there, and the barbarian image is strong enough to resist the attack of any barbarian beast.

"The old man has already used his savage skills and told several friends in Tianman City that the savage temple there is also very excited about Zhao Dier's talent in this day. It is said that this time, the sectarian temple will send people to Bianliang to take over When the woman went to Tianman City, it is enough to see that Tianman Temple attaches great importance to this woman," Man Chi secretly said in his heart.

The wedding ceremony should have been happy, but Zhao Diier couldn't be happy, and she was still worried about Ning Fan's safety.

She stared at Lai He guests, although there were many people, but there was no one she wanted to see most.

"Uncle, where have you been and what you're going to do is more important than Die'er's wedding ceremony? In your eyes, it's not important.

Zhao Dier sighed, and suddenly, she raised her head in disbelief, as if sensing something.

Following her, Man Chi also raised his head, sensed, and looked out of the Zhao residence with a hint of panic on his face.

However, outside the Zhao residence, in the snowstorm, twelve black horses came on the snow, and a black-robed monk sat on top of each horse.

"Hand over Zhao Die'er, otherwise, no one can live in this mansion!"

Lai He guests sent servants one after another to find out who was so bold and dared to make a noise outside the Zhao residence.

But the servants sent to inquire, without exception, were all killed by the twelve black monks, with blood splashing on the snow!

"It's the black barbarian monk! The black barbarian monk who kills without blinking an eye! Why did they come here!"

Some well-informed guests immediately showed panic.

Among the barbarians, there is a special class of barbarians who can evoke the power of incense to protect all beings, called barbarian monks.

The vast majority of barbarian monks are committed to protecting the common people, but there are also a small number of barbarian monks, who are opposed to all beings for the purpose of killing!

They are black barbarians!

Somehow they heard the news of Zhao Dier's talent, and they came here today to plunder Zhao Dier and force him to join Heiman!

"This seat counts to ten. If Zhao Mansion does not hand over Zhao Dier, this seat will lead people into Zhao Mansion!"

Among the twelve black monks, the elder Oi Xie, who was the leader, said with a smile.

But I didn't see that there was a little silver-haired loli in the dark, who also laughed blackly.

Xian Luoli is very happy, it seems that there is another fight!

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