Chapter 123 Humanity

held her hand little by little, tightening it like a giant python strangling its prey. At first, because of the discomfort, Mu Yu subconsciously wanted to leave, but gave up as the force increased again and again. Instead, he followed the force and sat further inside, constantly adjusting his posture to make himself more comfortable.

He really didn't want to see her. There were too many surprises today, so many that they once again forced the two of them to explore beyond the borders of the territory.

Mu Yu leaned further inside. Only the physical cold was enough to paralyze her thinking and prevent her from recalling and exploring her actions a few hours ago. She would rather interpret desperate rush as panic, and decisive push away as use.

The cold, solid chest reminded her that there was no way back.

She didn't want to see him either. Mu Yu lowered his head and stared at the smooth marble tiles on the ground, trying to discern patterns in them. Coming back tonight wouldn't be a particularly smart move. At school she could still gain sympathy with her tears and sadness, and even hint at something more to Fudge.

But she wanted to go home.

There was a shallow breath above her head. She rarely noticed his breath, which was thinner than the smoke rising from the candle, but she could easily follow every rhythm without fail.

She was held tighter and tighter, and the weak candlelight and the dead atmosphere made her drowsy, pushing her step by step into the restricted area of ​​thought.

"The Greengrass Island..."

Two voices overlapped and echoed in the empty room at the same time, and both breaths relaxed slightly unconsciously.

The air seemed to start flowing slowly again.

Tom Riddle began to look at the obedient and quiet girl curled up in his arms unscrupulously. This was his possession, and he never had much scruples about what he owned.

He didn't want Mu Yu to come back. From the moment she disappeared, he hoped, even longed for her to never return. Not because of what she did to the boy, or even because of her increasingly powerful magic.

He felt that a piece of soul was hidden in Mu Yu's body in some unknown way. That soul beat with her pulse and coexisted with her blood and bones.

What is really frightening is that their souls are truly connected, but they are no different from before.

After understanding this, Tom Riddle realized that he had let go again and again, postponed again and again, and used habits again and again to finally pour out the ineradicable weaknesses in the indestructible armor.

She came back anyway.

He began to stroke her hair, as if only in this way could he truly touch her flesh and blood, confirming that she truly existed and was alive.

A few strands of white strands in the hair were plucked out directly.

"Sooner or later, that island will be ours. Crouch already has a position suitable for him, and a Nordic country has already kept Avides and the others busy." Mu Yu's obedience and silence pleased him, and he made further progress step by step. Delicate kisses first fell on the ends of the hair, then on the forehead and cheeks. He was trying to prove her existence in various ways, "Who is going? This person must be loyal enough, Dolohov or Lestrange."

He excluded the most loyal subordinates one by one. At first, Mu Yu's silence pleased him. He, as the silence lengthened, grew increasingly irritable.

Mu Yu could always step on the edge of his explosion and speak, and sometimes she pervertedly enjoyed his violence.

"How about Bellatrix?" the gentle tone was dyed warm by the candlelight, "I always feel that weapons and ordinary spells are too monotonous and cannot be used as tools to punish traitors. I want to see something new. Ability Both cruelty and ruthlessness, as for loyalty..."

She hooked his clothes with a slight effort, and her sweet smile showed a bit of girlish charm: "Madman, she is obsessed with you," she leaned closer , "It only takes a little bit of subtle expression to make her even more determined and send her heart and soul to us."

She really doesn't care.

These words cannot calm down Tom Riddle's violence, they can only add fuel to the fire.

The cycle over and over again put a layer of shackles on his breathing, and the candlelight was condensed into extremes that could not be touched at all. The cold wind in the hall and the soft body in his arms combined to encourage him to do anything. Means to hold this erratic girl.

Once you catch it, you never want to let it go.

Like raindrops gently rolling on a lotus leaf, the raindrop gradually broke into water droplets and spread in all directions, and suddenly turned into a koi carp nibbling on the stem. Mu Yu didn't care about this. She was a helpless lotus floating in the water, swaying feebly between the rolling water drops and swaying in the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

"Madman, you madman."

The orange-red candlelight was stained with desire, and desire allowed some kind of desire to grow crazily, briefly stealing the limelight of eternal life.

All anger, unwillingness and even fear melt away under this desire. Her reflection was all in his red eyes.

She said that she longed to have, longed to have, and all the first words were filtered and discarded by him.

Desire to have is enough.

"Yu, you will be by my side."

This time he took the initiative not to continue and held her in his arms again. She didn't need to say anything, and he was tired of anyone's chattering.

He only wanted her to exist at this moment.

Mu Yu let him pick her up, knowing that she didn't need to say anything at this time. She leaned on her shoulder quietly until the heat burned into cold ashes again.

She first sighed gently, as if pitifully but also as if she was meaningless, and then said: "Of course, I promised you."

The candle was almost burned out, and from the last weak flame, she was trying to spy on the long night that followed. .

There is neither moon nor starlight tonight, and the wind and rain make the night sky even darker.

After searching for a long time, Ning Yue found Shen Qitong next to a big tree on the shore of Black Lake. The rain was still falling, and her hair was soaked, with strands hanging down and sticking to her temples. As if she couldn't feel the coldness of the rain, she kept the same posture and sat on the root of the tree.

Ning Yue walked forward and sat directly next to her.

Shen Qitong's head turned when he found out that his master had arrived. He finally no longer looked like a sculpture.

"If you have doubts in your heart, there is no need to hide it or force it. You have already learned from past mistakes." He went straight to the point without beating around the bush. "Your first doubt must be what is the way of life."

"The way of life is too empty, and there are millions of people in the world. People talk about the suffering of the common people, and they talk endlessly, but they don't ask for life for the common people, and they don't know what the common people are." Because of the rain, Shen Qitong's voice was no longer as clear as before, "I don't know if I am like this. I don’t know why I asked for orders to enlighten me. Master taught me.”

The last half of the sentence seemed to be squeezed out of the throat.

"A sage does nothing, teaches without saying anything, does things without saying anything, lives without being, does things without relying on them, and lives without success. A Taoist should teach others not to speak, and follow the laws of all things without imposing them. "Interference," the lake water gently lapped against the rocks on the shore, making Ning Yue's voice sound particularly distant. "In the past, the world was in chaos, with many foreign enemies, internal and external troubles, and the secular world had its own way of dealing with evolution. Kunlun could not abandon his reputation and abandoned the road. Xiaoxiao, forcibly interfering with the secular world, has fallen into the inferior realm. We don't know whether natural evolution will produce prosperity or chaos, but there is no doubt that God has its own way of considering balance. There will be no suffering in the left-behind areas today, and the huge gap between the rich and the poor. ."

Shen Qitong hugged his knees and said nothing, and Ning Yue did not urge him. When he said this, he always hoped that Shen Qitong could understand it on his own.

"There is a way in the world, but the horses are dead. There is no way in the world, and armies and horses are born in the suburbs." She said very slowly, almost speaking every word. "The way is ruined, but there is benevolence and righteousness, there is wisdom, there is great hypocrisy. There is disharmony between the six relatives, but there is filial piety, and the country is in chaos, but there are loyal ministers. You have always been engaged in enlightenment, whether it is teaching children like me who have been rejected by Kunlun, working hard to break dependence on the Dharma lineage, or establishing schools in the secular world. Supporting poor students is all about helping the road and making people pray for themselves."

Ning Yue looked at this always outstanding disciple, knowing that she had a gap in her heart, but he didn't expect her to be so smart. The feeling of relief was quickly swallowed up by bitterness. Zihuai did a lot of teachings throughout his life and brought countless blessings, but he didn't expect that his biological granddaughter would subvert the right path and destroy his life's hard work in one day.

Qitong's choice...

she has just turned eighteen.

"If Zi Huai has a spirit in heaven, I will definitely be happy for you." Facing Shen Qitong's bright eyes, he had no choice but to suppress all his feelings.

"No, he won't." Shen Qitong's eyes, which had just brightened up, turned gloomy again. "If he had a spirit in heaven, I wouldn't know how to feel sad."

Her words were full of hesitation: "People in the left-behind area have been Despair has been suppressed for too long, and now we firmly believe that the person who gives us power is the supreme god. We know the truth, but no one may be willing to listen. They have been unstoppable all the way. Master, Kunlun fell today..."

The news of Kunlun's fall is today's news, Shen Xu personally. Open the gate of Kunlun Mountain to welcome those who gain strength into the mountain. Shen Qitong had been avoiding this fact, but only then realized that it was inevitable.

However, her breath froze when she met Ning Yue's gaze. The master was too calm, as if everything was under control. She trembled and gradually thought of a fact.

"They thought that since I was trapped in the UK, they would have no time to take care of Kunlun. They thought that the huge Kunlun was full of rats." Ning Yue didn't leave her in suspense for long, "Xiaoyu did many things perfectly, but was too arrogant."

He touched it. Shen Qitong's head: "The Shen family spans the south, and is inferior to the north. Without people, the top of Kunlun Mountain is just an empty shell. When the south falls, there is still the capital, and when the capital falls, there is still the extreme north. When the world is stupid, there is always one person. Qingming, if there is no hope for this generation, as long as the torch burns for one day, no matter how confusing the history books are, there will always be embers passed down."

In the end, he couldn't bear to look at Shen Qitong. In this generation, the elders are less than twenty, and the younger ones are most likely no more than eleven.

He still couldn't bear it anymore. Who wanted to watch the child he had watched since childhood get involved in an unknown destiny step by step.

"Qitong, you also have a choice. Once you make some choices, it will be difficult to go back," he could feel Shen Qitong's trembling. After all, he was only eighteen, so how could he not be afraid? He held back his tears, "This burden is too heavy, you have to think carefully."

Shen Qitong did not respond at all. Her trembling gradually subsided, and she became unnaturally calm: "I still have a doubt."

Ning Yue sighed heavily: "Tell me."

"Heaven and earth are not kind, if all things are constant..." She looked directly at her master for the first time, Clearly asked a question that can be said to be unorthodox.

The world transcends benevolence and righteousness, the appearance of Mu Yu, the anomalies in the left-behind area, and the turbulent undercurrents in the world. Whether it is a means of control by heaven,

she is not only asking for herself, but also for thousands of people in the future.

Shen Xitong's agility exceeded his imagination.

The smarter she was, the bitterer he felt in his heart.

"The way to save one person is to use the suffering of all sentient beings, to use the imprisonment of ten thousand people to prove that one person is free. This is not the way, it is a crime, and it should be punished."

Shen Qitong stood up and straightened his robes. Ning Yue knew what she was going to do from the moment she stood up. Even if my heart is bleeding, it doesn't show on my face at all.

"In this way, there is no more confusion."

She knelt straight in the mud: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. The disciples will defend the Tao all their lives, carry forward the legacy, and stick to the north. If I am gone, there are still thousands of others. If we are gone, if a spark passes, there will always be another generation that picks up the embers."

She kowtowed deeply.

"Qitong, Qitong, you are only eighteen years old. There are many you, and some of them may be less than fifteen." Old Ning Yue burst into tears. At this time, he was just an old man who was worried about his future generations. "This road is too difficult. Let's go."

Shen Qitong kowtowed again: "The way forward is like retreat, and the way forward is like retreat. No matter how difficult it is, we have to walk. Master, we can't hide behind you forever," she choked and left two people behind. She shed tears, "As a cultivator, if you don't cultivate the human way, how can you touch the heavenly way?"

No matter how sad she is, she can't cover up her determination: "Please help me."

"Sir, please help me," in the principal's office at night, After sitting there for most of the day, Harry also made his choice, "Voldemort killed my parents, killed many people, and would also kill my friends and make them slaves."

He still looked at Dumbledore. Full of uncertainty and confusion, but seems to have grown up overnight: "He wants to become a god, but just because I am here for one day does not mean that he still has weaknesses, which proves that he is still a human being."

"That's right, haha "Lee." Dumbledore's blue eyes were still tolerant and gentle. He told Harry everything, including the secret of his scar.

Mu Yu removed that piece of soul, so he no longer had to suffer or bear the mission. Correspondingly, he is also an ordinary person, and there is not much barrier in front of Voldemort.

He could finally be a human again.

Dumbledore simply laid out all his options to him.

"You may die and be tortured. He hates you. Voldemort always enjoys the pleasure of torturing his prey."

"I know," Harry shook his head slightly, "but Hogwarts is my home. Without a home, no friends, no family, where can I go? My parents sacrificed for me, instead of asking me to stand aside and let my friends die for me."

A light flickered behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, boiling . It drowned out the noise of the wind and rain.

"Lily and James will be proud of you. Harry, you are their continuation, not only your life, but also your will."

He waved his hand to stop Harry's next words: "You are better than me "Great, I don't have much to teach you. But remember, Harry." Blue eyes meet green eyes, and the light and shadow are intertwined.

"We are people who walk upright, and our moral character is God, our words and deeds are God's will. Apart from this, there is no god in the world."

"Human beings walk upright and upright. Phil, remember, we are and will always be human beings, not lambs lying on the ground. "

Only Catherine Jones and Phil Garcia were left sitting across from each other in Ilvermorny's carriage.

"You missed one thing, Professor Jones." No matter what situation he was in, Phil Garcia always had a spring breeze smile, as if as long as he sat there, it was a solid wall, "East, West, Wizard, Ordinary Humans, even centaurs, mermaids, house elves, and many other races that share our breath, are all human beings, and there is no difference between us."