The method was taught to him by the Master on the terrace of Songhelou with a stick. The eldest brother also mentioned him obscurely on the wasteland. He also thought of that method when he was imprisoned in a cliff cave.
The method is simple and clear, full of power, but from another perspective, it can be said that it is so stupid and clumsy, which is completely incompatible with Ning Que's outlook on life that is sunny on the surface but actually dark.
Standing on the streets of Chang'an in late spring, Ning Que was thinking about what happened after autumn, sometimes passionate and sometimes feeling dull, and he didn't notice that a rain cloud was floating from the north.
"May I ask, Mr. Thirteen?"
Ning Que looked back and saw a man saluting respectfully to him. The man was wearing an ordinary civilian uniform, but he could not hide the unique solemn aura of soldiers on his body.
Since last spring, he has been a celebrity in Chang'an City, but not many people have truly seen him, and they can recognize him on the streets of Chang'an.
Ning Que was a little vigilant, especially because of the other party's identity.
The man confessed his identity in the next sentence.
"General Xu Shi is welcome."
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The Tang Empire dominated the world with iron armor and swept across Liuhe with force. Naturally, it attached great importance to respect soldiers, especially the status of the four generals.
Xu Shi, the general of the country, fought for decades, and made great achievements, opening up countless territory for the empire. Even Xiahou, who has been famous in the past decade, can only be compared. Whether in terms of military achievements or reputation, he
They are all the first in the Imperial Army.
Ning Que knew that the old general with the most powerful military power had no good impression of him. He didn't know the specific reason, but he knew that he would meet him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be today and didn't expect it to be.
As soon as he left the palace, he was stared at the whereabouts by the Tang army.
General Xu Shi did not choose to be in the military headquarters, but chose to meet Ning Que in the general's mansion not far from Zhuque Avenue, which seemed to indicate that this was a private conversation.
Following the man into the energetic general's mansion, Ning Que frowned slightly, and was inspired by the murderous aura emitted by the cold stones of the poplar trees in the mansion.
Walking into the depths of the general's mansion, he saw the old general sitting by the desk.
The old general did not wear court uniforms, official uniforms, or armor, but was wearing a very ordinary cloth dress, without growing cabbage, and sharpening a knife, but was holding a bowl of rice to eat.
The meal on the table was very simple, two bowls of brown rice, a bowl of pork belly, and three boiled vegetables.
The man who led Ning Que to the mansion quietly left.
Ning Que stood outside the stage, was silent for a moment before climbing up the steps, walked to the old general and bowed slightly.
The old general said, "Sit."
Ning Que lifted up the front of the wardrobe, sat down as he said, and looked at the opposite side.
The old general said, "I didn't expect you to come so soon. Let me finish the meal first. Mr. Thirteen, don't blame me for missing the way of treating guests."
Ning Que lowered his head and said, "The general's words have made me frightened."
The old general stopped saying anything and continued to concentrate on eating.
The old general's hair was gray, his slightly black cheeks were full of wrinkles, his body was a little hunched, and he was wearing ordinary cloth clothes, looking like an idle old man everywhere in Chang'an City. However, when he picked up the chopsticks and held the meat pieces, he
It was like holding a spear and stabbing the enemy general's chest, full of domineering spirit.
Although the general is old, he is not an old general.
A general is a general.
Especially when facing the enemy.
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The pork belly gravy mixed with brown rice, smelled a little fragrant, and the taste must be just average. The general ate was extremely sweet, his white beard shook from time to time, and the three boiled vegetables were even chewed by him.
The crisp sound was like the legendary demons in the underworld were gnawing on human bones.
Perhaps it was a habit developed in military career. The general ate very quickly, like the wind storming the broken clouds, sweeping away all the food on the table, and then he picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth.
Ning Que said: "Eating too fast and drinking tea quickly is not good for your health."
The general looked at him quietly and said, "Don't pretend to be in front of me."
Ning Que was silent, so he no longer pretended to be a junior, pretended to be gentle and considerate.
The general said: "Practitioners should be born, not enter the world."
Ning Que did not expect that this conversation would have no preparation and no previous article, so he entered the most critical stage directly, and he was caught off guard.
He thought this would be a long conversation, and he thought that this conversation was like boiling chicken soup, and he needed to test each other's fire, but he didn't expect that it would be fried quickly with high heat. If he was not careful, the vegetables in the pot would be
It will become burnt and will never be able to enter the throat again.
"Why shouldn't you join the world?"
Ning Que asked after a moment of silence.
The general looked at his eyes and said calmly: "Because for practitioners, people in the world are too weak, and they are like ants. When practitioners enter the world, they will easily become arrogant."
Ning Que raised his head, looked back at the general's calm and oppressive gaze, and said, "The general fought all directions for my Tang Dynasty and rolled in the world for dozens of time."
"Before I am a soldier, I am first of all."
The general said indifferently: "This is the biggest difference."
Ning Que said, "I am also a soldier."
The general shook his head slowly and said, "You used to be a soldier, or even a very good soldier, but unfortunately, you were not a practitioner when you were a soldier."
"What's the difference?" Ning Que asked.
The general narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him with a deep voice and said, "If you could practice when you were in Weicheng, I will definitely train you well and make you an amazing martial arts practitioner, so that you can truly understand that the battlefield is
What happened? So those stories that will not happen later.”
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "I don't understand what the general is referring to."
"I've seen all your files."
The general's voice had no unnecessary emotions, but was just a blind indifference and calmness. "You are indeed a good soldier, but you have not experienced real battles, there are battles of practitioners."
Ning Que was silent again. He joined the army in Weicheng when he was very young, but the Tang Dynasty was in a prosperous state. Even the cavalry of the royal court on the grassland did not dare to provoke it. He had never experienced any real wars. He had been in the border for several years.
In his military career, he has indeed never seen the performance of a practitioner on the battlefield.
The general said: "People in the world think that practitioners are very powerful, but they do not know that when they face the surging iron cavalry on the real battlefield, practitioners are also weak."
Ning Que thought that a strong man like the second senior brother could not agree with this statement.
The general seemed to know what he was thinking and said coldly: "Even the strong man in Zhiming Realm, facing the charge of crossbow arrows and thousands of heavy cavalry, is still dead. This has been countless in the history of war.
Prove this time, do you know what the reason is?"
Ning Que shook his head.
The general said: "Because the practitioner's body is too fragile. Unless he can cross the threshold and break through the five realms and enter the realm of infinite distance, he can ignore the rain of arrows in the sky, or enter the realm of heaven and enlightenment, and understand the supreme divine power given by Haotian.
, ignore any impact, otherwise a single practitioner will never be an opponent of the army."
"What about the peak martial arts powerhouses like General Xiahou?" Ning Que asked.
General Xu Shi said: "Martial arts practitioners use their mind power to summon the energy of heaven and earth to cultivate the strength of their body. When fighting, they use their mind power to condense the energy of heaven and earth on the surface of their body. However, as long as they are humans, the sea of consciousness will have edges, and the power of their mind will eventually be exhausted.
If you can't kill a hundred people, I can't kill them. I can always kill them with ten thousand people. Remember, if the peak martial arts powerhouse can be invincible, why should the empire raise so many iron cavalry?"
Ning Que held the table with his right hand, looked at the general's deep eyes and said, "A cultivator can replace ten thousand ordinary soldiers. Isn't this a powerful person?"
The general looked at him expressionlessly and said, "There is no one practitioner among ten thousand ordinary people. There is no such great practitioner as such a 10,000 enemies. There are no few in the whole world, with ten thousand ordinary soldiers.
, if the death of such a practitioner is a very cost-effective thing in war.”
Ning Que was silent for the third time.
He turned around and looked at the straight poplar trees in the garden, and looked at the randomly piled stones. He had to admit that the first person in the imperial military had a correct view and sharp view, which could not be refuted at all.
He knew very well what the purpose of General Xu Shi’s conversation with him was, so he was unwilling to be persuaded like this. He frowned slightly and said, “But General, you and General Xiahou, are also practitioners.”
At this point the conversation went on and back to the beginning.
"Marriage practice is difficult and clumsy, not decades of hard work, and there is no result at all. Most people practice some brute force, some muscles give up halfway, and become attendants of sword master Nian, so they are sects of practice.
It is almost useless to practice martial arts."
The general said: "Only in the military can martial arts practitioners have the opportunity to grow up through bloody battles. If they want to reach the peak of their practice, they don't know how many people they have to kill or how many times they have been injured."
Ning Que asked: "What does this have to do with what the general is going to say?"
"What I want to say is that martial arts practitioners are all in the army. As I told you at the beginning, whether in the eyes of the world or themselves, they are first and foremost soldiers who strictly observe discipline, and then so-called practitioners.
, They do not hold umbrellas in summer, and do not wear furs in winter, and have fewer selfish desires."
"I see."
Ning Que looked at the remaining juice of boiled vegetables on the plate and said, "But I don't understand what the general is trying to tell me these words."
The general looked at him expressionlessly and said, "What I want to tell you is that you are very weak. No matter how fast your realm improves, in my eyes, in front of my Tang army, I am still very weak. I gave my order,
The heavy armored Xuan cavalry can directly kill you. You only have thirteen arrows. How many records can you swing like a knife against Liu Yiqing? So don’t be arrogant, you must know how to respect Tang Lu.”
Ning Que raised his head, looked at the general's old cheek, and said, "I have always been law-abiding."
The general said coldly: "I said, I have checked all your files and information. Since it is all, it is naturally not limited to the records in Weicheng. How many horse thieves on the banks of Shubi Lake died under your knife? I have all the numbers, there are in Minshan Mountains.
I know that the three hunters were set to death by you."
"I said, don't pretend in front of me."
The general said in a cold voice: "It's okay to kill horses and thieves and chop wood, because Tang Lu does not shelter people from abroad, but how do you explain the things in Minshan? One of the hunters has a newborn baby, and he is dead.
How do you explain in that fire?”
"No matter how you hide it in front of the Master and His Majesty, no matter what image you are in the eyes of the world now, no matter how frivolous and ridiculous you are after coming to Chang'an, you cannot change that fact. You are a shameless villain who is shameless, cruel, ruthless, greedy and easy to kill.
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Ning Que lowered his head again and remained silent.
He did not expect that once the Tang army investigated someone with all their might, he could find such a long time ago. At this time, he felt that his clothes suddenly disappeared, as if they were naked.
This feeling is not shame or guilt, but alertness, because he never thinks of himself as a good person, nor does he think about being a good person.
In order to survive and to make Sangsang survive, he can do anything. Killing and setting fire is just a casual time. The evil deeds exposed by the general are just an inconspicuous fragment of the bloody years in the past, like him
How could such a person be a good person?
Xu Shi looked at him and said disgustedly: "Ning Que, you can't form a stroke or a stroke."
There was a dead silence between Taiwan.
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Ning Que suddenly raised his head, looked at Xu Shi opposite the desk, and asked with a smile: "General, are there really people in the world who are as clean and innocent as snow?"
The general looked at him and said with a slight mockery: "Want to comfort your uncleanness with other people's dirty things?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "The general said that the difficulty of martial arts practitioners is not easy, and the suffering of the Tang soldiers is actually a bit boring in my opinion, because you have not experienced my life, and you don't know what suffering I have suffered.
Naturally, I couldn’t understand my choice back then.”
He looked at the general and said with a smile: "In the vast mountains and forests, you were caught by a hunter. I don't know why, maybe it was just because you stole a rabbit from his lasso a dozen days ago, or because of that hunter
It was originally a damn rabbit, but maybe because that hunter was a relative of the damn old hunter before. In short, what would you do if he wanted to kill you?"
The general frowned slightly.
Before the general could speak, Ning Que continued to smile and said, "Don't forget that you were less than ten years old at that time, and you were tired and weak due to malnutrition. You were surrounded by a little girl of five or six years old, and you were injured.
There is no weapon, just the fire trap hidden in the crotch, and then you happen to be locked in the woodshed."
"I don't know what you would do, General."
"But I will surely light the thatch and dry wood in the woodshed."
"I don't care if the hunter dies, nor do I care if there is a baby in the room. Even if there is an old man who is over 100 years old and paralyzed in his room, I will still light the fire."
Ning Que's smile on his face was very gentle, and his expression in his eyes was very calm.