"What do you mean?"

By the burning bonfire, Chen Fan and Qian Luoning spoke in low voices, passing through the dimly lit corners beneath the eaves.

"It's simple. In the past, this land was governed by local gentry. Even though there were prefects and magistrates, imperial power didn't reach the counties. In local areas, imperial power and local gentry balanced each other. For the common people, although both imperial power and local gentry could potentially oppress them, the local gentry were rooted in the area, so even if they exploited the people, there would be a bottom line. But if this balance is eliminated and all power is centralized in the government through land grabs, the local officials, who are not adequately restrained, will exploit the people without any bottom line. At that time, the land taken back from the landlords will hardly be said to belong to the country, but rather to the county magistrate..."

"Is there any possibility... of only taking the land first, without fully seizing power for the time being?"

"Taking land is not something the state wants to sell off to line its own pockets. Moreover, land is the lifeline of those landlords. If power is not held firmly, various places will outwardly comply but inwardly defy, so the nominal seizure will have no real meaning. But if the land can be seized, it actually proves that the Hua Xia Army's power in the localities has completely overwhelmed the local gentry. Not seizing power while seizing land, or seizing land without seizing power, such a thing simply won't happen."

"...Continue."

"Moreover, according to Mr. Ning's vision, the recovery of land and power is actually for the purpose of controlling and mobilizing the people at the bottom. With this control and mobilization ability, they can be driven to study and understand things. When they study and understand principles, it will actually enhance a country's mobilization of the people at the bottom. These things complement each other and promote each other, and it is a possible path to achieve equality."

"..."

"According to their saying, land and power are actually responsibilities. When this power is there, you can take it from the hands of the local gentry, and after taking it, you must make a promise that you will do better than the local gentry and landlords, and you must have concrete methods to guarantee the interests of all the people in substance. If there is no such concrete methodology, even if you shout that everyone is equal is the truth of the world, it is not as stable as returning power to the local gentry. Equality without methodology is not more just than the exploitation of the local landlords."

The two walked forward, Qian Luoning spoke of what he had heard from Ning Yi, and Chen Fan listened quietly.

For a long time, due to Ning Yi's promotion, there were various schools of thought within the Hua Xia Army. During this period, the democratic faction supported by Xigua (watermelon), made the purest and most in-depth exploration of equality. As an elder of the Miao Jiang lineage, Chen Fan had long known that Ning Yi would candidly discuss various practical means of equality with Xigua and others.

And around Xigua, Qian Luoning, the most insightful right-hand man, had the most profound understanding of these things. Including Lao Niutou's (Old Bull Head) experiment, since Xigua couldn't be there to oversee, Qian Luoning was sent as an observer to carefully watch the entire process of practice. Therefore, the ideas he was talking about at the moment were actually similar to Ning Yi's basic concept of promoting this matter.

"...Various deductions have been carried out many times." Qian Luoning said calmly, "In most cases, the possibility of corruption among local officials stationed in various places, as well as the possibility of coping with inspections from above and even dragging the inspectors into the water, are higher than a dangerous value. We can hold more meetings, rely on people's self-awareness, or implement severe punishment... but the results are not optimistic. Of course, before actually starting, we can't be sure if we are being alarmist, because in this kind of deduction, everyone will definitely aim for the worst possible outcome..."

"Does Lao Ning (Old Ning) have a solution?"

"I can't say for sure now." Qian Luoning shook his head, "According to Mr. Ning's view, the biggest problem with these deductions is the problem of distance... When the Hua Xia Army was in Xiao Cang River, Mr. Ning alone could make it turn around. If something happened internally, he could react immediately. When we got to He Deng three counties, the reaction was slower, and sometimes there were problems. Now we occupy the entire Chengdu Plain, the place is wide, and many messages from outside are more troublesome to verify, especially in the local countryside, and it is easy to have all kinds of flaws..."

"Now that we have defeated the Jurchens, and we have the elite soldiers and strong generals of the Fifth Army and the Seventh Army stationed there, no one can cause major disturbances on the surface. Although there are risks in forcibly promoting land reform, it should still be possible. But if we look to the entire world in the future, from Bianliang to Lingnan, sending out a working group will take ten and a half days to verify one thing, and several months. By the time they come back, if there is a problem and a second round of verification is done, the evidence will basically be gone. In that case, if an official wants to do something bad in another place, the central government simply can't react, and the local gentry and landlords, who have common interests with the local people, will instead be righteous."

"Everything lies in information." Qian Luoning said here, shaking his head and smiling, "Once he said this sentence, and later suggested that we go to the Gewu Academy (Academy of Scientific Investigation) to find the answer, saying that sometimes the emergence of new technologies may promote the development of the world. We went to take a look, and there are a few ideas, which are not very accurate... but we think that land reform has still been decided. Although the conditions are not sufficient to look at the world, we are still prepared to walk a tightrope in the Southwest, explore the way, and you can imagine, Xigua is definitely the most supportive of this matter..."

At this time, the night around them was deep and silent, the stars were as bright as flames, and the restless city was suffering in the rising smoke. This was a moment symbolizing the opening of another major turmoil in Jiangnan. The two calmly exchanged these words, and discussed the future of the Southwest for a while. At this time, on the dark courtyard wall in the night, a woman with a scarred face was quietly gazing at the undulating lights in the distance.

The traces of the past in Jiangning were being worn away in this burning smoke. The streets and alleys she once walked, the things were no longer what they used to be. The deep mansions she lived in had also been turned into ruins. In the future, if she came again, it would be difficult to find even traces.

This was her hometown. At this time, only occasional shouts and screams could be heard far and near. That was the sound of this harsh world still chewing on the people.

This sound will continue for a long time.

...

At the same midnight, the fiery light enveloped the streets that had experienced fighting during the day. The solemn rituals of the Great Brightness Church were spreading on these long streets. The sounds of chanting, prayers, shamanistic dances, and god-worshiping ceremonies were mixed together, pointing out the path to heaven for the deceased Vice-Leader Wang Nantuo and the many heroic members of the church who had died during the day.

And far, far away from this street, in a dark and quiet corner of the city's north end, one could see the scene of two figures, one large and one small, scattering white ashes into the river in front of them. In this quiet atmosphere, the large figure was slowly telling an old Jianghu (martial arts world) story, about the past of the Great Brightness Church, about the ups and downs of the lives and fates of several senior brothers and sisters, about the journey that Wang Nantuo and Si Kongnan had already sunk into darkness.

In front of the little monk, the words of the large figure were also calm and frank, without sorrow.

"A few days ago... I talked to your Shishu (martial uncle) about you, saying that you came to Jiangning and made a name for yourself, called 'Four-Foot Evil Demon'. He was very worried about you. I thought it was interesting... This time I went south, I was worried that your character was gentle and not exciting enough. Your Shishu was even more worried about trivial matters. When he was young, he was nicknamed 'Crazy Tiger'. When he got old, he became nagging, but when I accepted you as a disciple, he also regarded you as a close nephew, and his concern for you could not be faked."

"You must remember these things. But, the matter of avenging your Shishu... you don't have to worry about it."

In the darkness, Lin Zongwu scattered the ashes in his hand little by little. The little monk next to him choked with sobs: "Shifu (master)..."

"Ping'an (Peace)." Lin Zongwu said, "Your Shifu and Shishu have been in the Jianghu (martial arts world) all their lives, and have gained the respect of many people, but similarly, since there are friends, they have also made many enemies. Sometimes, tracing the roots of these things, we can say that we have a clear conscience, but there are also some things that are entangled in cause and effect and cannot be explained. Your Shishu, and the Shibo (martial uncle) who died more than ten years ago, lived a life of quick revenge. Even if they can't be counted as heroes, they can still be counted as overlords for a lifetime. Your Shishu's death was the result of fighting on the battlefield. There is no good or evil, only cause and effect. You must understand these things."

"But... he is my Shishu, he is good to me, that is also cause and effect..."

"Your Shishu will definitely be pleased to hear these words." Lin Zongwu smiled, "But Ping'an, you know, your master is the leader of this Great Brightness Church, and your Shishu is the Vice-Leader of the Great Brightness Church, but why didn't your master bring you into the city this time, and why didn't your Shishu look for you in a big way?"

Ping'an choked and wiped his tears: "I am still young..."

"Because your master and Shishu hope that you can let go of some unnecessary causes and effects, and have a future that is different from ours." The fat monk patted his disciple on the shoulder, "When people get old, their lives are entangled in cause and effect. Many things are difficult to distinguish and let go of. The Great Brightness Church originated from the Manichaean Church. There are thousands of followers all over the world, but in the middle of this, there are good things and bad things. Your master has not been able to sort it out in his life..."

"It is also like the grudges between the Hua Xia Army and Ning Liheng in the Southwest. It started because of Fang La in those years, and our grudges with Fang La are related to the Manichaean leader He Yunsheng many years ago..."

The stars wandered in the night sky, and the river flowed leisurely under the night. On this night, Lin Zongwu had already told the little monk a lot about the past, and now when he talked about He Yunsheng in those years, and about the past Manichaean Church, he was not in a hurry.

He said: "...After the Yongle Rebellion of Fang La, this Ning Yi superficially worked for the Right Chancellor Qin Siyuan, but secretly he was already in secret communication with Liu Xigua, Chen Fan and other bandits. After Fang La died, Fang Qifo was captured and escorted to Beijing by the constables of the Six Doors. Fang Baihua, Liu Xigua, Chen Fan and others took the opportunity to rescue him. Your Shishu and I had taken back the power of the church, and we were entrusted by the high officials in Beijing to clear up these old grievances. And Ning Yi rushed to the scene, and in order to save Liu Xigua and Chen Fan, he formed a feud... He is a ruthless man. Seeing that Fang Qifo was dragging everyone down, he personally chopped off Fang Qifo's head..."

"...Later, when your master was traveling around the world, visiting various experts, and also trying to find Zhou Tong to compete with, on Mount Lüliang... I discovered that he had already made a second round of layout on the border, with the power of the Right Chancellor's mansion..."

"...Later, the Jin people went south for the first time. The Right Chancellor Qin Siyuan defended Bianliang. Although he defended it, he suffered heavy losses... Everyone knows that Qin Siyuan is a powerful chancellor. He said one thing, and no one dared to say another. Anyone who was his enemy would not end well. When he was in power, even Cai Jing, Tong Guan, and Li Gang did not dare to stroke his tiger whiskers... When the emperor finally woke up and dismissed him from office and exiled him, we responded to the call of the Jianghu and entered Beijing to get rid of the traitors, and this led to the third round of conflict... Many experts in the church were... chased and killed by the army at that time, and were burned to ashes..."

"After Qin Siyuan died, he entered the Golden Palace and assassinated the emperor... At that time, he faced the civil and military officials and said only one sentence..."

"...A bunch of trash."

"Ping'an." Lin Zongwu in the darkness carried his hands on his back, "In the past, you were not very old, and you had some longing for the Hua Xia Army. Your master didn't think it was a big deal, but about the matter of this Ning Yi, the grudges and entanglements of the past, your master never told you much. But after hearing these things, do you think that this Ning Yi is a good person or a bad person?"

The little monk in the darkness did not speak. The riverside was quiet for a while before Lin Zongwu sighed slightly.

"In these years, your master is not worried about you inquiring about the affairs of the Hua Xia Army, because he did make a great deal of things in Xiao Cang River for three years to resist the Jin. When the battle of the Southwest came to an end, he defeated Zong Han and Xi Yin, which is also a great achievement for our Han people. Over the years, the Jurchens went south, and the world was in ruins. Anyone with blood must fight for a breath. Your master has led troops to fight, and he is not as good as him on the battlefield, but he is not so bad that he doesn't recognize him. But remembering the past, is he a good person?"

"...If he is a good person, he shouldn't have used the power of the Right Chancellor's mansion to support the rebels and collude with the rebels. If he is a good person, he shouldn't have secretly operated a bandit village like Qingmu Village in the Northwest in a peaceful and prosperous world. If he is a good person, he shouldn't have colluded with the Right Chancellor's mansion, and for the sake of power, he should have formed cliques, excluded dissidents, and lined his own pockets. He has done all these things..."

"...Ping'an, the great hero in the Southwest today is actually just an overlord who only thinks about himself, is selfish and self-serving, but also domineering and unparalleled. If the emperor blocks his way, he will cut off the emperor's head with one knife. If the civil and military officials make him unhappy, he will say that they are trash to everyone. But after he killed the emperor, he went north to Xiao Cang River and occupied the Northwest for several years with more than 10,000 people. First, he defeated Xixia, and then killed Lou Shi and blocked the Jurchens and even millions of troops for several years, beheaded Ci Bushi, and left. He looks down on what others do, and utters wild words. Outsiders say that he killed Zhou Zhe, which led to the Shame of Jingping, but he did get things done. He is unparalleled in domineering, but your master has to admit this..."

"...Then Ping'an, you should think about it, how should this feud that was formed in those years be calculated? Before he defeated the Jurchens, your master could say that he was killing a tyrant for the sake of the people of the world, but he did defeat the Jurchens after all... The virtuous people in the court who shouted about benevolence, righteousness and morality failed to do it, but such a self-willed person did it after all. If your master went to kill him, and the Jurchens came again, no one would be able to defeat them again, then what should we do?"

Lin Zongwu patted the little monk on the shoulder, walked along the small river in the darkness, with his hands on his back, and walked slowly.

"Some things in the world are very complicated. Whether Ning Yi is good or bad, whether Qin Siyuan was good or bad in those years, a hundred or ten years later, someone will come to comment, but now it is difficult to trace. Your master and I have grudges with the Hua Xia Army. Tracing back to the source, we can't explain it or resolve it, but we will resist the soldiers and block the water. When he comes, I will be his enemy. When he fights against the Jurchens, I will cooperate with him. If we don't meet, I will not seek revenge. This is the morality that a person with blood should abide by. But Ping'an, this is the unnecessary cause and effect left by my generation and your Shishu's generation. He doesn't have it."

"But Ping'an, this is the unnecessary cause and effect left by my generation and your Shishu's generation, he doesn't have that clear-cut right and wrong. That day, when I learned about you, that you made a friend with the 'Five-Foot Evil Demon' of the Hua Xia Army, I was a little worried, but your Shishu enlightened me and said that the grudges of our previous generation don't need to be left on your body. Ping'an, this is your Shishu's idea. He hopes that you will live a pure and clear life, and don't think about revenge all the time at this time. Your 'big brother' who killed your Shishu, if your master catches him, he will kill him, but you can't do it."

Lin Zongwu said these words, which had been slow and calm all along, only to become clear and resolute when he spoke the last paragraph of this passage. In the darkness, the cool wind of the night blew, and the tears in Ping'an's eyes fell again. He was about to reach out to wipe them, when the huge figure in front of him stopped, and then the master picked him up and put him on his shoulders to sit.

All along, Lin Zongwu was quite dignified as a master, and his requirements for martial arts were also very strict. This kind of thing had only happened a few times when he was still young, but at this time he was sitting on Lin Zongwu's shoulders, and he saw this Buddha-like dignified figure pointing into the distance.

"Ping'an, look at this world, open your eyes and look at it."

He said.

"From the time you went south this time, your master has told you that you have to think clearly about what you really want. You have to see the good and evil in your heart. My attachment is good, and my attachment is also evil. Ask your heart what you really want to do in this world. Do you want to kill people, or do you want to save people? Do you want to be a chivalrous person and see people's temporary smiling faces, or do you want to help the world and save the people, and open up eternal peace? You follow the young man from the Hua Xia Army in the city, chasing and fighting, wanting to kill Zhou Shang, kill Wei Xuwen, kill Li Yanfeng, and even kill Shi Baofeng and Xu Zhaonan. Do you think they are heinous villains? Then your master supports you, and you can kill them all in the future, or do you want to make a name for yourself? Your master also supports you, and you can let go and do it."

He felt the master's figure below him gradually running. He rushed up the wall, through the roof, and up to higher pavilions. The little monk felt the whistling wind on the old monk's shoulders.

"Look at this world, it is eating people, it is savoring it, and it is about to feast on it. Jiangnan is going to have a big battle, countless people will die, everyone will be displaced, and the Central Plains is also fighting. The one who betrayed the Black Flag Army is fighting with Liu Guangshi, Dai Mengwei and others, fighting to the point of bloodshed. Although Jin has been peaceful for a while, bandits are rampant, and the Jurchens in the north are still eyeing the world... And sooner or later, the Hua Xia Army will leap out of the Southwest and compete for the world. In such a great world of competition, there will be countless wonderful things. You have to go and see, you have to feel, you have to find the thing that you want to do most, and then do it well..."

The starry river in the sky flowed slowly like water waves. The world was moving, and the huge old monk was carrying him, flying to the highest building.

"...Killing people is okay, saving people is also okay, you can seek fame, you can also seek wealth. If you want to find your father, you can go back to Jin to continue to inquire. If you can't bear to see all living beings suffering, and you don't want to bother, you can also retire to the deep mountains. But Ping'an, all conditioned phenomena are like dreams and illusions. Only the peace in your heart can prove that you have lived your life well."

They rushed to the top of the highest building, and the starry sky enveloped them. In front of them, the city was burning in spots, and the distant river was rushing. For some reason, the little monk cried out loudly.

"...Ping'an, you are a disciple of Lin Zongwu, a Shizhi (disciple's uncle) of Wang Nantuo. You must live the most unrestrained and happy life, without regrets, and then remember them. This is..."

"...The thing that your Shishu most, most expects you to do."

The night wind on the building roared past, like rumbling thunder, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and Lin Zongwu's words were like the voice of enlightenment, churning clearly in his heart. At this moment, Lin Anping cried out loudly uncontrollably. This cry was not sad, and it was definitely not uncomfortable. It was like the cry of a baby when the world first unfolded in front of him, it was the emotion of a violently shaken heart and then the reconciliation at the moment of enlightenment.

An immortal touches my head.

I receive longevity with bound hair.

******

The night changes, and rolling clouds walk under the starry sky.

I don't know when, the sun gradually came out. The young man who went by the name Long Aotian and the girl who was disguised as a little beggar rested in the city for one night, and then tried to leave the city.

After another day, they finally found an opportunity and left the dilapidated and fighting Jiangning City, following countless refugees, heading towards an unknown direction.

The great battle in Jiangnan had already begun, and there were gradually more rumors in the world. Some refugees starved to death by the roadside, and some hid in the mountains. The pair of young children who were traveling together were like two ordinary beggars, hiding and walking, stopping and going.

The news about the Hua Xia Army gradually became distant. They also left Jiangning City and returned to the Southwest, three thousand miles away. It was not until several years later that Ning Ji would know that Hei Niu and others had searched for them for one more day in Jiangning City at that time, and returned to the team with regret when they failed to find them. Hei Niu vowed to give him a good beating.

"Why didn't you go back with them?" Qu Longjun asked about this matter.

"I still have things to do." The young man answered like this.

The only reason he stayed outside was still to find Yu Xiaoer, clear his name, and perhaps further make a name for himself and get rid of the humiliation of "Five-Foot Evil Demon". But he didn't explain these things to Qu Longjun.

The injuries he received from being hit by Lin Zongwu's bamboo pole were actually not light. After leaving Jiangning City, the flames of war in Jiangnan had already spread. The medicines they could find were not many. Although Ning Ji's medical skills were good, his physical condition was sometimes good and sometimes bad. He decided to take Qu Longjun's land deed and take her to the real edge of Taihu Lake for a walk, but in the stage of recuperating, the two found a small broken house in the mountains they passed by and temporarily settled down.

There were still some small animals in the mountains, and there were fish in the nearby river. When his body was better, Ning Ji could go out to get some food and process it, and once he was robbed by passing refugees, and Ning Ji's skills were good, and he robbed a little rice back. Since reuniting with Ning Ji, Qu Longjun's heart had settled down, and she didn't have too many worries about where to go next. The two of them settled down here like a young couple. Qu Longjun was skillful and clever, and she even managed the small broken house quite warmly by picking up some junk, vines, and bark.

This was the climate of the Little Ice Age, and winter came a little early in Jiangnan. On this day, it snowed a little, and Ning Ji's internal injuries relapsed a little, and he was not in good spirits. There was not much food stored at home. Qu Longjun picked up some firewood and came back. When she got home, she found a little bald head in a gray robe in the room, sitting not far from Ning Ji, chopping firewood to make a fire. In front of Ning Ji, his steel saber was lying horizontally.

Qu Longjun became alert and suddenly drew out the short knife in her arms. Ning Ji raised his head and then seemed to react, putting the steel saber aside: "It's okay, it's okay, he's not a bad person."

The little bald head stood up: "Amitabha, the little monk's Dharma name is Wukong."

"Wu, Wukong..." Qu Longjun thought for a while and remembered, "You... you are that Four-Foot..."

"The little monk is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven." The little bald head smiled.

Qu Longjun then gave a slight blessing. She knew that the two were good brothers in Hangzhou.

It was noon, and she found the hidden dried fish and prepared to cook. Ning Ji said, "Cook more, he's a glutton." The little monk just "hehe" defaulted.

Qu Longjun knew the etiquette of entertaining guests. She had learned these things since she was a child to maintain the face of men. At this time, although she felt distressed, she also measured a lot of rice and cooked a big pot of rice. When cooking rice and cooking, she heard the two chatting. Most of the time, it was the little bald head who was speaking. He slowly and methodically told the story of a "chivalrous person" with a bad temper many years ago. Occasionally, she heard that the chivalrous person's name was "Wang Nantuo", and she vaguely felt that something was wrong, but Ning Ji didn't react, so she didn't express anything more.

The three of them then ate. The little monk took out a roast duck from the bag behind him: "The little monk brought a roast duck on the way." In such weather and a war-torn environment, she didn't know where he got it, but Ning Ji took it, tore it in half, and the two of them shared it, without giving any to Qu Longjun.

The little monk's appetite was indeed very large. Ning Ji also opened up and ate a lot in this meal. After a while, he finished the pot of rice. The roast duck was also eaten by the two of them in big gulps, leaving nothing. In the process of eating, the little monk slowly finished the story about Wang Nantuo, talking about his sudden death. The two sat for a while, and then Ning Ji stood up, stretched his hands and feet, and picked up the steel saber: "The story is over, shouldn't we fight?"

The little monk stood there, without moving.

He was silent for a moment before putting his hands together: "I don't know if my master's Great Brightness Church is good or bad, and I don't know if my Shishu is good or bad, but he was very good to me. I want to remember his story, and I also want to tell it to you. You killed my Shishu, I want you to know that you killed someone who was very good to me."

"So what?"

Tears flowed from the little monk's eyes: "We can't be brothers anymore, but it's not anyone's fault. I'm very sad, and I want you to know that too."

"Uh..."

"My master doesn't let me take revenge... I haven't figured out these things yet, but soon, I will go back to Jin. My parents disappeared suddenly one day. I was still young at that time and couldn't remember too many things. I have been looking for them for a few years, and I have to continue to go back to find them... But if one day, I figure things out and have a way, Long... Mr. Long, I may go to the Southwest to find you to settle these grudges. At that time, we may have to fight."

"Uh..." As the information in the little monk's words digested in his mind, Ning Ji became happy. He put his hands on his hips, "Ha, what's wrong with that? You can go there anytime, I'll tell you, I, Long Aotian, have never been afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight in my life! Well, you are a disciple of the fat Lin, I am... hehe, anyway, we should be one of the best experts in the world at that time, so let's do this, after you figure it out, go to Chengdu to participate in the World's First Martial Arts Tournament. If I see you go, I will also participate, and we will have a good competition to see who really has the qualifications to become the world's number one at that time."

"Uh... actually, I don't really want to be the world's number one..."

"Okay, that's the decision, a gentleman's word, a quick whip!" Ning Ji said decisively, stretching out a hand, "Come on, pinky swear!"

The little monk scratched the back of his head and went over with some difficulty, hooked pinkies with him. Although he had decided not to seek revenge for the time being, his expression was somewhat embarrassed, probably because he didn't quite understand why the atmosphere of the conversation had suddenly become relaxed and strange.

"How are your injuries?" he asked.

"What does it matter, it's still easy to beat someone like you!"

After that, Ning Ji took the opportunity to say a few bad things about Lin Zongwu, and the little monk protested: "Don't say bad things about my master... Now that you know he's my master, you shouldn't say bad things about him..."

Ning Ji curled his lips: "With your character, you'll still be bullied when you go out."

"I'm also very fierce to others."

The two then chatted for a while. Ning Ji told him about the rules of acting in dangerous places. In short, he had to make all kinds of insidious moves first, etc. Ping An heard these things in the past and felt that his eyes were opened. At this time, he just said: "You are much worse than my master..." After talking like this for a while, he finally got up and said goodbye.

When he went outside, he brought in a bag of rice soon after.

"We've known each other for many days, and I always eat your things. This bag of rice is my compensation to you. I'm leaving, and the war is coming nearby. You...you must take care."

Ning Ji walked over, opened his arms, and suddenly hugged the little monk.

"You take care too!" His words were steady, and then he let go of the other party.

"Amitabha." Ping An put his hands together, "The little monk is leaving."

He turned around and walked out of the dilapidated room. Outside was a cold world intertwined with gray and silver, and the wind and snow gradually rose. They watched the young man's figure disappear from sight.

Ning Ji and Qu Longjun stood shoulder to shoulder, their hands clasped together. Because of the tension in their hearts just now, Qu Longjun's palms were warm and soft. The two of them forgot to let go of their hands for a long time.

Saying goodbye to the old past, soon after, people were about to embark on a new journey. And at this time, half of the world had been卷入 (捲入 juǎn rù - swept up/involved) in a raging sea of fire.

This was the winter of the second year of Wu Zhenxing. Ning Ji's journey in the Jianghu was still continuing. At the same time, Ning Yi, who was far away in the Southwest, had also learned about the glorious achievements of his second son outside while working in a frantic state.

The reputation of the Ning family had been ruined by half, and it was crumbling. At the same time, earth-shaking waves were brewing and gathering here non-stop...