Bai Ning returned to Bai Mansion, and everyone inside had moved out of here. The empty yard and the garden was overgrown with weeds. The pavilion on Yuexin Lake also collapsed after a heavy rain, leaving no memories of the past.

Not long after, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city, with dozens of followers following him, passing through the endless stream of streets, and walking through a small courtyard where the Lin family had already changed its owner. A family of people were having dinner, chatting, rolling in the carriage, driving out of the city gate, and walking across the hills all the way south.

On the other side of the hills in the distance, two lonely graves are close to each other.

"Lin Chong finally got what he wanted now." Bai Ning withdrew his gaze and lowered the curtain.

The shaft leaves.

Shifeng Village has been transformed from a small village for decades and has now become Shifeng Town. The goods transported by pack horses are winding forward on the mountain roads. In the busy markets, vendors rest here, and the crowds are coming and going, bustling with people. The original owners here have also passed away one after another. The only son left behind can be regarded as a full house of gold and jade.

Walking across the river and the south mansion, the small courtyard where the stone table and stone benches were still there, but they were covered with moss. The crooked tree disappeared, replacing a newly planted tree. There was thick dust on the window lattice, and the gaps on the table were left with only two bare and moldy wooden sticks left.

After going around, I went to the north again. Datong Prefecture met the elderly Yue Fei. Standing on the walls of Datong together, the business travelers were looking down on the land. Soon after saying goodbye, the Jin Kingdom invaded the border and was facing the young generals of Yue Yun, so Bai Ning had nothing to worry about.

Shandong, the mountain village I once visited, Bai Ning's hometown, Bai Di, Bai Yi moved here with his family. Decades have passed, and Bai Ning only saw the spirit tablet. Only Sun is no longer alive, but he is already a dazed old man, lying on the bed without moving.

He looked at Wu Yangyang's descendants kneeling with his sister Bai Di, but just smiled and left.

"There is nothing to be left to nostalgic for."

The boat was sailing on Poyang Lake by the waves. The night wind blew past the lake. The cabin was lighted like beans. Bai Ning sat in front of the desk and wrote. The rice paper was full of handwriting. When he looked closer, he would find that these were all his own martial arts experience over the past few decades. He also compiled his martial arts such as "The Extreme Yin Wuying Divine Art", "The Sword Technique of Evil Repelling" into a book.

"I can only practice the form of a lifeless person. I hope that in the future, someone will practice the last level of the form of a worldless person. I can't leave with this martial arts."

He still stated on the homepage of the opening book that alerts those who want to practice these martial arts: Those who want to practice this skill must first castrate themselves.

Along the way, he wrote thousands of words. It was still dark outside. Xiao Chenzi came over and urged him to rest a few times. When the lights were blowing, he saw a light floating on the lake outside the window. Bai Ning frowned and walked to the window frame. It seemed that a small boat was floating with the water waves, and there was a subtle and sad sound of sorrow that came with the wind.

"The disputes in the rivers and lakes are endless and the wind and rain are falling apart. Spring and autumn, people come and go, all the guests are still lonely in their hearts. Their children are heartless and ruthless. The sword is sour and astringent in their hearts."

Above the rippling waves, a lantern sways gently in the black, and a crimson long skirt floats in sight, and the sad tone is singing from that outline.

"It's her"

Bai Ning looked at the boat that had already floated away silently. Some distant memories formed the picture of the woman. He sighed in his heart and blew out the candle.

The music also went away and gradually disappeared.

Soon after, the sky brightened.

"Redirect to Fujian." Bai Ning stood at the bow of the boat and gave such an unexpected order.

Fujian, Putian, Jiulian Mountain.

The distant bronze bell rang on the mountain, and a large number of monks in the temple rushed out. Zen Master Zhiguang, abbot of Linquanyuan, led the monks to welcome the mountain gate. On the side of the mountain, a small team came up. Zhiguang stepped forward and bowed his head and said the Buddha's name.

"I have seen nine thousand years old."

"Get up, take me to your meditation room and have something to entrust me." After getting off the sedan chair, Bai Ning was not polite. After saying that, he went straight past the monks and went into the temple.

Squeak

After pushing open the Zen room, Zhiguangxian came in and invited Bai Ning to sit down and poured tea: "I don't know what is important to Qiansui and entrusted me to me."

Xiao Chenzi opened the package, took out a secret book from it and submitted it to the old monk. Bai Ning handed it over to the old monk: "This is what our family has learned. The hearts of the palace are sinister. If someone with bad intentions learn it, it will inevitably be a bloody storm. But I didn't want these martial arts to be eliminated, so I wrote it down and handed it over to Nan Shaolin for proper care. If there are people with destiny in the future, he can let him learn it."

"This" Zhiguang hesitated and looked at the secret book on the table, not daring to take it.

At this time, a strange noise suddenly appeared outside the door, and the door suddenly opened. A bald child, who was only four or five years old, pounced in and frowned. Zhiguang felt anxious, as if he was afraid that the child would anger Qiansui and cause murder. He scolded him.

He turned around and apologized, "Please forgive me, the admiral. This child is my little monk, Hongye."

"I will not be serious about a child, but we have to leave the secret here, so don't refuse." Bai Ning's face was slightly cold. After saying that, he got up and left. When he went out, he saw the little novice monk named Hongye hiding under a tree and making faces at him.

"Stop it a little while, Chitose."

Zhiguang chased after him, holding the secret book and said, "The Supervisor has not signed so many martial arts yet, so the Admiral does not plan to do so."

Over there, Bai Ning shook his hand.

"I am not short of that reputation. You can write it for our family, and write about the eunuchs of the previous dynasty."

The eleventh year of Hanning, October.

After traveling around the country, Bai Ning finally returned to Bianliang in December, it was late at night, and the stars were dim. When the carriage was parked in Yanfu Palace, the old eunuch sitting in the corner of the carriage must have not moved.

Bai Ning moved him with his fingers, and then his heart became depressed, "I have been with me for so long, old man, you can finally have a good rest."

Yelu Hongyu stood there and looked at Xiao Chenzi who was being carried out, and covered her mouth and cried. Finally, all the familiar people left, and Bai Ning's last concern disappeared.

The sky is coming from afar, and the quiet Wushou Hall has been pushed open, and the cold air has long dissipated.

The figure in red clothes walked in was tall and beautiful. The slight wrinkles on the corners of her eyes made her look a little older. She walked through the hall and the ice coffin that was originally placed was no longer there.

Covering his mouth, his body trembled, and tears fell on the back of his hand, "Empress, where are you? Linglong is late." The next second, the sob stopped, turned his head, seemed to have thought of something, rushed out of the hall, and he turned into a shadow and disappeared from the palace.

In the western suburbs of Bianliang, a tall tower tower above the mountains. As time goes by, the passing of time climbs up the blue color, and Yingying's life is flourishing on it. Then, the shadows on the ground cover this green field, and above the tower, the robes are roaring.

Not far away, the ice coffin stood there, and the woman's face was full of vitality, like a nap for a while.

"Xifu, I will take you to my world." Bai Ning stroked the ice coffin and murmured softly: "If there is a choice, I don't want to take this risk, but my husband did not choose that world. The medical treatment in that world is very good, and it may be able to clear out the poison in your body."

He looked at the old woman standing on the other side, "Hongyu, I'll trouble you later."

"What does the master say? I also want to follow him to see what it is like to make a joke this day. Anyway, I have lived enough. See what is outside the sky. It's worth it if I die." Yelu Hongyu's face turned slightly red in her old face, and she was a little excited.

"good!"

Bai Ning took out the disc device left by the system at the beginning, thinking that he would not be able to use it. Thinking about it, he smiled and his fingers sank in the middle button.

A blue light suddenly appeared in the metallic disc. Bai Ning let go as if he was electrocuted. Yelu Hongyu looked over nervously. The moment the disc fell to the ground, a white beam of light soared into the sky from above and penetrated into the clouds. The lightning flashed among the clouds. A strong wind blew around, blowing off the crown on Bai Ning's head, and silver threads were raised in the air.

The rumbling thunder ran across the sky.

The clouds in the sky seemed to collapse, and were pressing very low. From the center of them, there was light flashing in the clouds. The clouds were swept up with the strong wind, as if they had opened up a huge hole, which was pitch black inside.

Under the Tower of Tongtian, a figure floated over. She looked at the strange scenes appearing on the sky above the tower and was shocked. However, the next second, she still shouted: "Dad! Mom!"

Above, Bai Ning, who was ready, walked to the side when he heard the sound, looked at the red outline below, laughed and sent his voice over, and rang in the sky.

"Living well, my father and mother are gone!"

Turning around, pushing the sleeves out, shouting loudly: "Hongyu is ready." He poked his palm out and printed under the ice coffin. With a bang, the heavy ice coffin flew upwards. Yelu Hongyu stretched his feet and raised it up, protecting the ice coffin, and hooked his feet hard, lifting it up again, lifting the ice coffin that was about to lose its strength.

Under her, Bai Ning rushed upwards, and when she pressed her palm against the lower end of the ice coffin, there was already lightning and thunder around her. He had never seen such a picture so close. The open hole was like an infinite extension, and there was no end.

He soon understood what it was inside.

The crystal-clear coffin flew into the hole, as if it had lost all its weight and floated up. Bai Ning, who had not yet reduced his momentum, swung his palm again when he arrived here. Then he felt like he was being torn up. It was not a person's tearing, but like every cell in his body was torn apart in half, and his palace robe slowly decomposed.

When he was crazily urging his internal force to resist, he saw Yelu Hongyu turning into nothingness bit by bit, and cracks began to appear in the ice coffin, and ice chips sprinkled out from above, and then disappeared. Bai Ning opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but the sound seemed to be unable to spread here, and his sight gradually began to disappear, and the open hole below had begun to close and there was no way out.

Before the will finally dissipate, he saw the light and the cracked ice coffin, Xifu opened his eyes

Then everything went dark.

ps: Tomorrow's extra chapter, there are still thirty or forty chapters, and all the turning points are in the extra chapter.
Chapter completed!