Grasping Evil

The north wind blew and the leaves fell in the cold winter. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, on the fields, many farmers are busy with the winter breeding.

The child held the egg, tightened the linen coat and froze red on his face.

“I'm afraid of the cold...”

The child was surprised, and this feeling, he always felt, had not been experienced in centuries.

There is a red birch grove in the village, a grassroots and a schoolhouse in the woods.

In the school, in the squeaky old house, the sound of childish recitation comes from afar.

“At the beginning of the fairy, there is no nature, the path to heaven, the chart of entry, the power is wide, it is not admirable, the heart is strong, you can only watch...”

Pause outside the school, the child did not push the door and walked quietly.

Schoolchildren recite the "Three Words Fairy Scripture" that Mr. Schoolchildren self-proclaimed.

The purpose is to enlighten the child. The child has heard this scripture seven times. Every month, his mother and father send him a basket of eggs. Ask Mr. Bai to be a teacher, seven months, seven chances. He stood outside the school and almost put the Three Words Immortal behind his back.

The child asked himself that he was intelligent and spiritual and never weakened the children of other villages, but unfortunately, the gentleman did not accept him.

“Why, sir, do not take me to school…" The child wondered, he concealed that these were related to what he had forgotten.

When a child appeared outside of private school, in a dilapidated school, a child a little younger than a child, was immediately agitated.

“Mr. Zi, Brother Ning Fan is here to worship the master again. For his seven months of sincerity, this time, sir must admit him to school! ”

The child, called Ning Lon, is one of Ning Village's rare friends.

After his voice, all the children stopped to recite and look through the broken windows at the gentlemen standing out of the window.

“Today is July, but it's his seventh day. If he still doesn't understand why he can't go to school today, he doesn't deserve to stay in the world...”

Sookouchi, a Mr. Purple Clothes, smiled.

The man had long hair like a waterfall, a handsome appearance and a purple gold stone flame mark on his eyebrows.

“But Mr. Zi, Brother Ning Fan is really sincere...”

“He's not like you… let him stand! As for you, read well...”

In his hand, a purple gold ruler tapped gently on Ning's lonely head, with compassion and tenderness.

He never beat the kid so hard in the palm of his hand.

There are no classes of teaching, verbal teaching, no discipline, which is also why Mr. Purple is famous in the country.

Rumor has it that the county magistrates outside the village will bow to Mr. Zi.

This man is not nameless, he is not seeking profit, but many of his disciples are officially from abroad.

The land of Vietnam, Confucianism, Taoism, Moxicology, Military Science, Jurisprudence, etc., are also scholars such as the cloud.

And Mr. Purple's school, is purple science.

After the gentle lesson of the gentleman, he preferred to stroke his head, embarrassed to sit down, and the chanting sounded again in the school.

Ningfan, holding an egg, stood outside the school and held on to Gandhi's fist.

“He's not like you… let him stand! ”

I remember Mr. 's words in my head, I'd rather Fan gently bite my teeth. This time, I'm afraid the worshipper will still fail...

But why, sir, does not take himself… why is he different from the children here…

…

Ask the cliff, DreamXuanzi stared at the violet mist of Ningfan, dark frowns.

“Today is the seventh day, countless monks are at this step, stop... I don't know if this child can cross this threshold... My husband's illusion was that he was married, this child seems to be studying... study, can he ask for a...”

…

Outside the private school, Ningfan did not know how long to stand.

He repeatedly pondered that Mr. Purple did not take it because he seemed to be different from others, but why and where?

His gaze gradually emerged as a hint of ageless depth.

When this deep colour emerged, the young man in purple smiled.

“Now, I'm beginning to understand...”

Different, where is it different...

The sky gradually emerges clouds, clouds, cold winter rain and leaching.

Ning Fan stood under the eaves and looked at the bead-like rain point. His eyes grew deeper and deeper, which became clearer after reaching a certain level.

“Different… yes, I am naturally different from them… there are no identical people in the world, no identical rain… every drop of rain is different, not in shape, the main reason is because they have different trajectories… their trajectories are in Vietnam Village, reading and writing, taking the name of merit, being an official, and my purpose, should not be… I ask to learn, but my purpose is not to be an official in Vietnam… but I cannot remember my purpose…”

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

Mr. Purple Clothes glanced, smiled satisfactorily, pushed out the door, did not pick up the eggs, just smiled and patted Ningfan's head.

“Take the eggs home and make it up to your mother... As for you, you are eligible for school, but before that qualification, there is another test...”

“Test?” I'd rather raise my little face.

“Yes, the test... my mortal name, my grandson, but you don't have to know, my fairy name, is Zidou... they call me Zidou Immortal King...”

“Zidou Xianhuang! ”

Ningfan stepped back, under this word, his memory, like a river on a dyke, awakened.

Yes, I asked myself in a fantasy...

Yes, there are illusions here...

But Mr. Purple Clothes in front of you, it's called Purple Dou, and it's crowned Immortal King!

Have you been studying with the Immortal Emperor?

“Ask the Immortal King...”

“Call me sir...”

“Yes, sir, you are real, fantastic!” Ningfan gazed.

“I am not true, nor am I illusory, but beyond the truth, at the end of the Holy Road… Step 4! If you have an opportunity, you will know that at this moment, there is only one thing you can do… go home, filial mother-in-law, wait for your mother to live a comfortable life before you are eligible to study. If you cannot do the filial word, you are not worthy of human beings, if you are not human, you cannot climb the mountain and achieve the Immortal... Go..."

“Yes!”

Fan bowed and returned with an egg in the rain.

The rain was born in the sky and died on the ground, but as it approached his body, it changed its trajectory strangely.

Mr. Purple Clothes, looking at Ningfan in the rain, nodded slightly.

“An ancient heir, a craftsman...”

…

Fan passed through the rain curtain and his mind became clearer.

In this purple fog illusion, Vietnam Village, he should have stayed for seven months, on the outside, for seven days.

Seven days, his powers, from 1015 A to 1085 A, are not demonic powers, but increase in powers...

“In January, can we improve the power of A?”

He was silent for a moment, and this Mr. Zidou, the Immortal King of Zidou, a master who was difficult for real immortals to look up to and an ancient teacher.

But Ningfan, you can't see that this person is really fictitious, because his realm, far from enough, can't even see if the other party is just a phantom of purple fog.

The only thing that can be seen is this popularity and enjoining oneself, to be immortal, to be human first, to be human first, to be filial first.

One word of filial piety is hardly mentioned in the cultivation world. Even if you enter the sect, some of the sects will erase the disciples' dust memories. Even if you do not erase them, you will cause the disciples to abandon their connection with dust...

The Immortal Emperor values emotion more than cultivation, magic, qualifications, and understanding.

I gave myself a chance to be a filial son...

“Mother...”

Ning Fan warmed his heart and saw his mother's appearance on the bridge. Turning to the clock, he saw the front of the paper crane. Asked the cliff, Zidou Xianhuang gave himself the opportunity to make up for all the dust and regrets with his mother and the paper crane.

In this way, the pain of one's previous life, the regrets of this life, can be filled in in this illusion.

Thus, one's heart, because of the lack of cracks, can be stronger.

“But really...”

I'd rather have this idea buried in my heart.

Standing outside the bamboo fence, she looked at the mother of the family busily driving the chicken back to the chicken cage and quietly pointed at the sky.

Stop the rain!

“Hmm? How can this rain be said to rain and stopped... eh? Is Val back? This time, can the worshipper...”

Ning Qian did not ask, her eyes heaved with rain and wet hair.

“How did you get the eggs back! You didn't go to worship, did you? ”

“No, sir has accepted me, just that I am young, so that I can learn to be human at home first… this egg is also taken back by sir. ”

“Being human? Why are you the only one who can go to school when the other kids are just as young?” Ning Qian was surprised.

'Cause I'm not like them! ”There was a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

Bullet finger Shaohua, eight years later.

In eight years, Ningfan has never asked for anything but to stay home and help with farming.

Things are filial, you must bow down and never let Ning Qian work hard.

He was not famous, unshakeable, as if he were a morph, lying in the village of Ning.

At the age of 16, he was clearly fragile, but one person was outside the village in the wasteland, cultivating 100 acres of good land, and one person could cultivate 100 acres.

The family is well resourced, Ning Qian gradually stopped working, and only in her spare time, she went out to relax with her neighbor.

Six months, 96 months, 96 days outside.

In the 97th month, Wu Weishuan of the county city, came to Ning village with the media, begged Wang Carpenter's daughter, to relate!

Paper cranes are 14 years old and have landed in Ting Ting Yu Li. In Ning Village and surrounding county cities, they have become small famous.

Although Mendi is cold and will not be seen by the official family, there are quite a few people who want to take him as their concubine's land owner.

Among them, in the name of Wu Caizhongmendi, the highest name, Wu Dongnan, even more expensive to donate the show to come from, also reluctantly counting the book Xiangmendi.

With this financial resources, Mendi, marrying a paper crane as a concubine, when it is truly a beautiful thing, even Wang Carpenter himself has no intention of rejecting it.

The Emperor Shirakura hid in Ningfan's house, making Ningqian feel pity and exclamation.

“Aunt Qian, Paper Crane don't marry the Wu Cai Lord! The crane is marrying Brother Van! ”

“Silly girl... Then Wu Dongnan, what's wrong with you? Why don't you like my poor boy?”

“Who says that Brother Fan is poor, he cultivates a hundred acres of good land, is also the land owner of Ning Village. I will marry him and rely on him for the rest of my life, let him buy me good food and delicious food, how good!” The paper crane leaves its mouth open and makes Ning Qian tolerant.

Do you dare to marry Ning Fan in the consciousness of a paper crane, just to have an extra wallet...

However, Ning Qian knew that this silly girl did not even look at Ning Fan's little money. Otherwise, why should there be a richer owner of Wu Cai not marry, regardless of the women's festival, rely on the Ning family not to leave?

“Silly girl, you are crazy too... just wait for Val to come back and let him prepare a gift and go to your house for a kiss! As for the owner of Wu Cai, if this person is involved or troubled, the aunt will find a way to deal with it. ”

“You don't have to be so bothered...”

Outside the door came the figure of Ningfan riding a cow. Willow whip in hand, long hair dispersed, although clothed, floating like a fairy.

“Wu Dongnan, dare not trouble me, he, dare not! ”

“Paper cranes are my wife, no one can rob them! ”

…

On Day 97, Mengxuanzi's eyes were unprecedented and focused.

At that time, on the threshold of the 97th, he was stopped from understanding.

This Ningfan, can you break through 97 days, transcend yourself!

And the most confusing thing about Mengxuanzi is the purple mist that covers Ningfan, and the purple gold glow from time to time.

That purple golden light, there is a power that allows the Immortal Emperor's Dream Xuanzi to rise to the illusion of worship.

“How powerful is this purple fog... what level of Xianwei is this... is it, Xianhuang! ”

Zidou Xianhuang!