Repugnant Gateway

Many people like the night.

An Zheng and Du Shou Shou and Zhong Jiuge walking on the street at night have the illusion of traveling through another world. Tonight's Nanshan Street looked even quieter, and even the Buddha died in the air. As they passed the Nanshan Street School, they looked inside. The bodies were still swaying on the beams of the room. Looking in from the door, they saw legs and feet.

Several children squatted at the door crying, and then a six- or seven-year-old child stood up and climbed up the table with difficulty, trying to remove a body from the beam, but he obviously couldn't do it. An Zheng's footsteps stopped outside the school, hesitated for a while, and finally did not do anything.

"Sin always appears at night and ends at night."

Zhong Jiuge sighed: "Ended by another sin."

"You all go back, there will be someone to deal with the body, if someone sees you here, your door will be hurt."

An Zheng said to the children, and then moved forward. The children looked back at Anzheng blankly, and some people shouted at the back: "Anzheng, this is our school after all, it is our husband!"

An Zheng shook his head: "This has never been our school, nor our husband."

The children couldn't understand the meaning of Anzheng's sentence, only that he felt a little cold-hearted. But in the end, they could only give up and leave the school three steps back. What they didn't know was that Anzheng didn't let them touch those bodies, it was to protect them. Even though Chen Pu is dead, the new forces on Nanshan Street will soon rise, so the nostalgia of these children is likely to be their bane.

"Where are you going now?"

Du Shou asked.

"Find a place to sleep."

An Zheng spoke softly, and then speeded up.

The night is getting deeper.

Anzheng the three of them didn't go home, because the dilapidated yard was no longer safe. They went out of Nanshan Street, stopped in a mountain forest, found a big tree to live in, and then climbed up and lay on the thick branches, but the three of them were not sleepy.

"Anzheng, can we change our own destiny?"

Du Shou asked.

Anzheng ’s eyes passed through the leaves and stayed on the stars in the night sky, nodding slowly: “No one ca n’t change his own destiny, it depends on the direction of change. Everyone actually changes his own destiny every day, just No one is aware of it. In fact, destiny is not determined by nature, but the way people go out. The road they walk every day is the direction of destiny. Wherever they end up, they are completely dependent on their own feet. "

Zhong Jiuge felt that Anzheng must be a storyteller, but he didn't dare to ask.

An Zheng let Du Shoushou sleep with Zhong Jiuge, he was on his own night. Du Shoushou and Zhong Jiuge are both relatively big-hearted people. Together with being tired, they soon fell asleep. An Zheng waited for the two of them to fall asleep, then quietly came down from the big tree and returned to Nanshan Street.

The wine flag was still floating, and the pub door was closed.

Anzheng's thin and small figure stood outside the door of the tavern in the dark, somewhat sullen. He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but hesitated several times and didn't do it. He borrowed the sword on the wine flag to kill Kou Ba, and Auntie Ye said you should not come again. But the day was not over yet, and the contention appeared again outside the tavern. He thought of the childish face of Xiao Qidao, and suddenly felt a little selfish.

Practitioners like Auntie Ye concealed their cultivation practice and opened a pub on Nanshan Street, not for themselves. Xiao Qidao's physique is extraordinary, but Aunt Ye did not allow him to practice, for the sake of not being Aunt Ye. An Zheng suddenly realized that Aunt Ye was protecting Xiao Qidao. Therefore, An Zheng felt that he was selfish. If Aunt Ye was exposed as a practitioner, the consequences might not be what she expected.

So he turned around and left.

He didn't see it, and he couldn't feel it. Aunt Ye was actually standing in the door. Aunt Ye had a sword in her hand, a long sword like Changhong Qiushui. There was killing in her eyes, but there was also hesitation. Her sword was raised twice and lowered twice. The moment when Anzheng turned and left, she suddenly felt tired. Then she felt that things might not be what she thought, so she opened the door.

A small cloth bag was placed at the door.

Aunt Ye picked up the small cloth bag and walked back to the house to close the door. Sit down and open the small cloth bag, and find that there is a middle-grade spirit stone in good condition, and there is also a booklet with ink fragrance that has just been written.

"Xiao Qidao's physique is very good. Although I don't know why you stopped him from practicing, seven out of ten is out of protection. But how long can you protect her? For a lifetime? I dare not say that this thing is suitable for small children. Seven Dao, but at the very least it will give him the strength to protect himself. Sometimes, let the child be mediocre and not stop the disaster. Some things in this booklet, if Xiao Qi Dao is applicable, I hope to help you. , Give me back the love of that sword. "

Aunt Ye opened the second page of the booklet, and her face changed immediately after only a few glances. An indescribable fear flashed in her eyes, as if there were her natural enemies in that booklet.

"Why do you have Daxi practice?"

Aunt Ye's voice trembles slightly, letting herself be lifted by her veil, and seeing the depth of her heart.

"Why are you just an orphan on Nanshan Street, but you know Xiaoqidao's physique?"

Her hand grabbed the hilt again, and the killing in her eyes appeared again.

"Perhaps he is not malicious."

A man's voice sounded outside the door, very low and gentle.

With a squeak, when the door was pushed open, Aunt Ye was surprised that she forgot to insert the door. Entering the door was a scholar in common clothes. He looked about thirty years old, with a haggard face, but he was very handsome. It's the kind of lazy handsome man with no edging, but the stubble on his jaw does not affect his temperament at all, young, but suffering. When he looked at Aunt Ye, there was an apology in his eyes.

"Sorry, bother late at night."

He stood at the door, closed the door with his hand back, but did not continue to move forward.

"I said, you are not welcome here."

Auntie Ye said coldly: "We are here to take refuge in the Forbidden City, and you are also here, like the unshakable ghost."

The scholar said: "I was entrusted by my old man to protect you. I know you have misunderstood me, but I can't help but trust him."

"misunderstanding?"

Aunt Ye lifted her long sword fiercely, and the blade of the sword was awe-inspiring: "I saw you stabbed in his chest with my own eyes. What a misunderstanding?"

The scholar's face was sad: "He didn't know the pain he suffered when he poisoned the inner house. I killed him because I didn't want him to continue to suffer. You know everything about it, you hate me, just because I ended his Life. You were not an unreasonable woman, but because he died, you became paranoid. You always feel that I and he love you, and I killed him intentionally. "

"you go!"

Aunt Ye's voice was trembling, as was the hand holding the sword.

"I do not go."

The scholar beckoned, and the booklet on the table flew over and fell into his hand. He looked down and said: "That boy, what happened to him, is no longer the original boy. But no matter what, he treats you There is no malice. The exercises in this booklet are indeed suitable for Xiao Qi Dao. I know that the only sustenance you are alive now is Xiao Qi Dao. You want to protect him, so he is not allowed to practice. "

"But such an idea is wrong. In case you have an accident, Xiaoqidao doesn't know how to practice, what should I do?"

Aunt Ye sneered: "Don't you say that you want to protect us?"

The scholar nodded: "I will die in front of you, so if you die, there will really be no one around Xiao Qidao."

Aunt Ye's face changed, her long sword couldn't hold it, and she fell to the ground.

The scholar continued: "The young man named Anzheng may have been reincarnated. This reincarnated person used to be very powerful, otherwise he would not write such high-level exercises and believe it. You should help Anzheng because of his future Unlimited. Find a friend for Xiao Qidao, a long-term backer, let Xiao Qidao be outside of you and me, and someone can trust and rely on. "

Aunt Ye asked: "Why don't you go help him in person?"

The scholar smiled bitterly: "My name is Mu Changyan, and he is the master of the magical world, he will know it sooner or later, so I help him, he will doubt it. But you are different, you are the mother of Xiao Qidao, you personally help out In the future, Anzheng will protect Xiaoqidao with all his efforts. You and I know how powerful our opponents are. Maybe we will die one day, and no one knows when this day will come.

"You are here to take refuge in the Phantom World Castle, so I have come too. I don't trust the people here in this place, so I killed all the people who could threaten you, and became the lord of the Phantom World Castle. I will reset this place The rules have made everyone afraid of me. I did all this and just wanted to make you safer. "

Aunt Ye's hand trembles more and more, unable to speak.

Mu Changyan said: "I and he are brothers, we all love you. But you chose him, I am jealous, angry, but he is still my brother, you are still the woman I love. No matter how you look at me, because I am willing to do things for your mother and son. "

He was silent for a while and then said: "If you think that what I said makes sense, then go find Anzheng, help him wash the marrow, and then let him go to Xiaoshi Academy together with Xiao Qidao. And opened, there is always a safe haven for him, and a school where he grew up. An Anzheng protects him all the time, plus me, in the Magic World Academy, Xiao Qidao can grow up safely. "

Mu Changyan turned around and said when he was about to go out: "You and I are people with no future, but Xiaoqidao has a future. The kind of protection you are attached to is now only for your selfishness, not for him, For yourself. "

Aunt Ye's body shook a few times, and she sat down on her chair in vain.

"The poison in my body, I can carry it for several years."

Mu Changyan's tone softened: "In the past few years, I will try my best to teach Xiao Qi Dao and teach his father's skills."

After saying this, he pushed open the door and left, his back looking so lonely. Aunt Ye stood up in tears and wanted to catch something, but that hand finally held the air.

That day, he was poisoned too deeply. She wanted to pull out the poison for him, but Mu Changyan did not allow it, because the poison was unsolvable. In the end, Mu Changyan pulled the poison, but he still failed to save him. But Mu Changyan was also poisoned ... No one knows when the poison will occur. Aunt Yeh wept bitterly, and God was too unfair to her ... Two men who were very important in her life, one was dead, the other was about to die.

She looked back and glanced at Xiao Qidao sleeping in bed.