Grasping Evil

The north wind is ethereal, and the leaves fall cold winter. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and many farmers are busy with winter farming.

The child carried the eggs, tightened the linen, and the face was red.

"I would be afraid of cold..."

The child is very surprised, this feeling, he always feels that it has not been experienced for hundreds of years.

There is a red birch forest in the village, and there is a grasshopper in the forest.

In the middle of the school, there was a voice of innocence in the old house.

"At the beginning of the immortal, the surname is not, the road to the sky, the map into the sea, the law is wide, not admirable, the heart is strong, can be awkward..."

Stopping outside the house, the child did not push the door and quietly paced.

What the children of the children are jealous of is the "Three-character Fairy" that Mr. Xue’s self-proclaimed.

Use, but for the children's enlightenment, this verse, the child has heard seven times, every month, the mother will let him send a basket of eggs, ask Mr. worship as a teacher, seven months, seven chances, he Standing outside the hustle and bustle, almost all of this "three-character fairy tales" is back.

The child asked himself, he was smart and aura, and he was not weak in other village children, but unfortunately, the gentleman did not accept him.

"Why, the gentleman does not accept me." The child is puzzled. He faintly thinks that these are related to his forgotten things.

When the child appeared privately, the child in the dilapidated shack, a little older than the child, immediately became excited.

"Mr. Zi, Ning Fan has come to the teacher again, and he is looking at his sincerity for seven months. This time, Mr. must accept him!"

The child, named Ninggu, is one of Ning Fan’s rare friends.

After he made a sound, all the children stopped to recite the sound, through the dilapidated window, look at the Ning Fan standing outside the window.

"Today is the seventh month, but it is his seventh command. If he does not understand why he is unable to enter the country, he will not be worthy of staying in this world..."

Inside, a Mr. Purple, smiled slightly.

This person has a long hair like a waterfall, looks handsome, and has a purple-colored stone inflammation.

"But Mr. Zi, Ning Fan is really sincere..."

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

In the hands of the gentleman, a purple gold ruler, gently tapping on the lonely head, with kindness and gentleness.

He did not beat the child's palm, he never did.

There are no classes, no words and deeds, no disciplinary action, which is also the reason why Mr. Zi is famous in the township.

In the rumor, the county and county magistrates outside the village must bow to Mr. Zi.

This person does not ask for a name, does not seek profit, but listens to the disciples under his seat, many of whom are officials in Vietnam.

The land of the country, the prosperity of Confucianism, Taoism, Mohism, military science, law and other schools, is also a scholar like Yun.

And the school of Mr. Zi is... Zi Xue.

After Mr.'s whispered lesson, Ning Gu touched his head, and he was embarrassed to sit down.

Ning Fan, holding the egg, standing outside the shackles, unwillingly clenched his fists.

"He is different from you... let him stand!"

Recalling Mr.’s words in his mind, Ning Fan gently gritted his teeth. This time, I am afraid that the teacher will still fail...

But why, the gentleman does not accept himself... why is he different from the children here...

Asked on the cliff, Meng Xuanzi looked at Ning Fan, who stood in purple fog, and frowned.

"This is the seventh 曰, and countless monks are at this step, stop... I don't know if this son can cross this 槛... The old man's illusion is a marriage, this son seems to be studying... he is studying, he Can you ask for one..."

Outside the private school, Ning Fan did not know how long it stood.

He repeatedly thought that Mr. Zi did not accept his own sake. It seems that he is different from others, but why is it different and different?

His gaze gradually emerged as a squat that did not meet the age.

When this sacred color emerged for a moment, the purple youth smiled slightly.

"This son, I started to understand..."

Different, where is the difference...

The sky gradually emerged in the dark clouds, in the dark clouds, and the cold winter rain, pattering.

Ning Fan stood under the eaves and watched the raindrops like the beading. His eyes were getting deeper and deeper. This was deep enough to reach a certain level and gradually clear.

"Different... Yes, I am naturally different from them... There is no such thing in the world, and there is no same rain... Every drop of rain is different, not in shape. The main reason is because their trajectories are different... Their trajectory is in Yueguoning Village, reading and writing, taking the fame, and being an official, and my purpose should not be the same... I asked for learning, but the purpose is not to be an official in Vietnam... but I remember For my purpose..."

In the seventh month, Ning Fan finally realized a little bit, and the words of the gentleman.

Mr. Ziyi's eyes, showing a satisfactory smile, pushed the door out, did not take the eggs, just smiled and patted Ning Fan's head.

"Eggs take home, give your mother to make up the body... As for you, you have the qualification to enter the country, but before this qualification, there is still a test..."

"Test?" Ning Fan raised his face.

"Yes, test... my name, grandson, but you don't have to know, my fairy name is purple... they call me, the purple emperor..."

"Purple Emperor!"

Ning Fan stepped back, and in this statement, his memory is like a river that breaks the levee and wakes up.

Yes, I asked in the illusion...

Yes, here are the illusions...

However, Mr. Ziyi in front of him, actually named Purple Doo, crowned the Emperor!

I have been studying with the Emperor forever!

"Dare to ask the Emperor..."

"Call me, sir..."

"Yes, dare to ask Mr., you are true, it is a fantasy!" Ning Fan gaze.

"I am not true, it is not illusion, but the real thing is beyond the end of the holy road... The fourth step! If you have an organic relationship, you will know that at this moment, you only have one thing... Go home, filial piety, wait for you After the mother has lived a comfortable life, she is qualified to study. If she can’t do filial piety, she will not be worthy of being a person. If she is not a person, she will not be able to climb the mountain and achieve the fairy... Go...”

"Yes!"

Ning Fan bowed, carrying eggs, and raining back.

The rain was born in the sky and died in the ground, but when it was about to approach his body, he changed his trajectory.

Mr. Ziyi, looking at the rain, went to Ning Fan, nodded slightly.

"Is it a genius to be a mess?"

Ning Fan passed through the rain curtain, and his heart gradually became clear.

In this purple fog illusion, Yue Guoning Village, he should stay for seven months, in the outside world, it is seven miles.

Seven days, his mana, from 1015 A, to 1085 A, is not a demon power, but a mana enhancement...

"When you feel more in January, you can improve your A mana..."

He was silent for a moment, this Mr. Ziyi, is the purple Emperor, is a master who is difficult to look up, is a teacher of chaos.

But Ning Fan, I can't see that this person is really imaginary, because his realm is far from enough. Even if the other party is just a phantom of purple fog, they can't see it.

The only thing that can be seen is that this person is very graceful, and he is jealous of himself. He wants to go to the immortal, to be a man first, to be a man, to be filial.

One word of filial piety is hardly mentioned in the realm of cultivation. Even if it is entered into the sect, some sects will erase the memory of the disciples. Even if they don’t wipe, the disciples will abandon the connection with the dust...

The Emperor of the Emperor, more than the cultivation, mana, qualifications, and insights, pay more attention to the inner feelings.

Give yourself the opportunity to filial piety...

"mother…"

Ning Fan's heart is warm, ten steps bridge, I saw the mother's pro-face; reincarnation clock, I saw the paper crane predecessor; asked Dao Cliff, Zidou Xianhuang gave himself, with the mother, paper crane to make up for the opportunity of regret.

In this way, the pain of his past life and the regrets of this life can be complemented in this illusion.

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

"But this is really right..."

Ning Fan buried this idea in his heart.

Standing outside the bamboo fence, looking at the home of the mother who is busy driving the chicken back to the chicken cage, quietly pointing to the sky.

Rain stopped!

"Well? How do you say this rain? Let's stop and stop... Hey? Where is the family coming back? This time, please, can you..."

Ning Qian’s words were not questioned, and the hair was drenched by the rain.

"How come the eggs come back! You didn't go to the teacher!"

"No, Mr. has already accepted me. It’s just that I am young, so that I can learn to be a man at home... This egg is also made by me."

"Being a man? Only you are so, other children, the same young, but why can you go to school?" Ning Qian is different.

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

It’s eight years away.

In the past eight years, Ning Fan never mentioned the matter of learning, just at home, helping farmers.

Everything is filial, and the body must walk, never let Ning Qian work.

He is not famous, does not sway, like a common man, crouching in Ningcun.

At the age of 16, he is physically and thinly thin, but one person is in the wasteland outside the village, and he has opened a hundred acres of good land. One person can cultivate 100 acres.

The family is full of money, and Ning Qian is gradually no longer working. When she is only idle, she goes out with her neighbor Lala.

In half a year, it is 96 months, and the outside world is 96 days.

In the 97th month, the county capital Wu Caizhu, the matchmaker came to Ningcun, and asked the carpenter of Wang Carpenter!

The paper crane is 14 years old and has a slim and beautiful place. It is already famous in Ningcun and the surrounding counties.

Although the door is cold, it will not be seen by the official, but it is quite a few people who want to accept it as a wealthy landlord.

Among them, the main door of this Wu Cai is the highest, its name is Wu Dongnan, and it is more money to donate the talents of the show, but also barely count the book Xiangmen.

With this financial power, the door, and the paper cranes, it is really a beautiful thing, and even Wang Carpenter himself has no intention to refuse.

The paper crane rushed to the home of Ning Fan, and Ning Qian was pity and lamented.

"Qian Wei, paper cranes don't marry the Wu Caizhu! Paper cranes want to marry Fan Ge!"

"Stupid girl... That's Wu Southeast, the family is big, what's wrong, why don't you see him, and I like my poor boy..."

"Whoever said that his brother is poor, he opened up a hundred acres of good land, but also counted Ningcun landlord, I married him, relying on him for a lifetime, let him buy me delicious, good, how good!" If you say it, let Ning Qian be jealous.

In the awareness of the paper crane, dare to marry Ning Fan, is there a money bag?

It’s just that Ning Qian knows that this stupid girl is not looking at Ning Fan’s little money. Otherwise, why should the richer Wu Caizhu not marry, regardless of the women’s festival, and stay in Ning’s family.

"Stupid girl, you are also infatuated... Whenever you come back, you will prepare him for a gift and go to your house to raise a family! As for Wu Caizhu, if this person is entangled, troublesome, and think of ways to deal with it."

"No need to be so troublesome..."

Outside the door, there was a figure of Ning Fan riding the cow. Holding a willow whip, long hair scatters, although the cloth, floating like a fairy.

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

"The paper crane is my wife, no one can **** it!"

In the 97th, Dream Xuanzi’s eyes were unprecedentedly focused.

In my own year, it was after the 97th shackles, and was stopped and realized.

This Ning Fan, can break through 97曰, surpass yourself!

And the most incomprehensible dream Xuanzi is the purple mist that hangs over Ning Fan, always with purple brilliance.

The purple gold light, there is a power, let the dream of the Emperor of the Emperor Xuanzi, raised an illusion of wanting to worship.

"This purple fog, how powerful it is... What level of Xianwei is it... Is it the Emperor!"

Purple Dipper! (To be continued.)