Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 165: Back Mountain
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 165: Back Mountain
After getting up early in the morning, Ning Que combed his hair and poured hot water. Then he left the shop and bought two bowls of hot and sour noodle soup. He also specially added two spoons of beef sesame seeds. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Ning Que put on his clothes.
Shan Yi started to have breakfast, while Sang Sang unpacked the clothes and shoes to match. Last night, the college spring clothes had been ironed to a tight fit, and all the shoes and socks were new. Ning Que's clothes have been treated with such seriousness and solemnity over the years.
, only on the day when the academy opened last spring.
Under Sang Sang's service, Ning Que began to dress. He held the brand new densely woven fine flower belt with both hands and pulled hard. Sang Sang picked up a lot of brands from the bedside and stuffed them into his belt.
It has been stuffed for a long time and it has not been finished yet.
Ning Que took the simple and small wooden sign from her hand, and slowly rubbed the smooth lines with his fingertips. He secretly thought about the purpose of the waist sign that His Majesty gave him at Tianshu last night. Moreover, this
It feels like the brand should be used by many people.
Waistbands should have been worn on the belt instead of stuffed into clothes, but Ning Que now has too many waistbands - the secret guard's waistband, the academy's waistband, and the academy's second-floor waistband.
, a Keqing waist badge given by the Yulong Gang last year, plus the Tianshu Chu waist badge that he got yesterday, if they are all hung on his waist, he can definitely dance folk dances.
Ning Que touched the bulging bulge on his waist, frowned, twisted his waist in front of Sangsang, and said with a smile: "I have made a lot of money since I came to Chang'an City for a year, and I also made a lot of money from this brand.
It’s just that your young master’s waist is not thick enough. If there are more brands in the future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hang them.”
Sangsang raised her little face, looked at him and smiled: "Master, can you please stop being so proud?"
Ning Que said proudly: "When you are outside, you should be calm and gentle, why can't you be proud at home?"
After leaving the main entrance of Lao Bizhai, under the dim morning light, the coachman Lao Duan and the carriage had already quietly stopped waiting at the alley. However, today Lao Duan did not wait in the car, but stood obediently outside the shop door, looking like a
Extremely respectful.
The coachman, Lao Duan, didn't know about the second floor of the academy, nor did he know what flowers were blooming on the other side of the sky. Last night, he was called by the owner of the carriage and horse shop to give him some advice. The boss said that he had good luck and that he must serve Ning Que in the future.
Okay, so he honestly tried his best to serve his mother-in-law at home. He got up in the middle of the night, changed into clean clothes, and for the first time, he took a poplar branch dipped in gold and precious medicine to brush his teeth, and brushed the carriage dry.
It was clean, black and bright, so I came to Alley 47 in advance to wait.
Looking at the clean driver and carriage, Ning Que couldn't help but be a little surprised. After asking a few questions, he guessed that the boss of the carriage shop probably knew something. He couldn't help but smile and shook his head, thinking about this.
It’s hard even if you’re not satisfied.
The wheels rolled over the bluestone road in the alley and gradually moved away, leaving the East City and entering Zhuque Avenue, then exited the south gate of Chang'an City, went onto the imperial official road, and headed towards the academy in the distance that looked like a fairyland in the morning light.
Ning Que looked out the window at the fields of green trees and wild flowers beside the road, his face calm as usual. He had seen the peaceful spring scenery on this road too many times, and it could no longer trigger any more thoughts in him. After looking at it for a while, he lowered the curtains.
Come down.
Sitting in the slightly shaking carriage, he slowly closed his eyes. The fatigue and tension of the past few days had long left his body. However, this was the first time he had the opportunity to calmly recall the experiences of these days.
The morning light outside the window passed through his eyes and turned into an extremely dim light, which was very similar to the intensity of light in the wilderness where night was approaching. His thoughts instantly drifted back to those strange dreams and the strange illusions he saw during the mountain climbing process.
middle.
I don't know how long it took, but Ning Que opened his eyes and shook his head.
In the previous time, he once again relived the intertwining of light and darkness, those calls from the farthest reaches of the world and the deepest heart, and then found that these had nothing to do with him. If the last choice was the academy,
In the test, why did the great cultivator of the academy create such a mysterious illusion, and why was he right?
The test of choice before climbing to the top of the mountain behind the academy was too metaphysical, too solemn, and Ning Que was just a weak practitioner who had just entered the realm of no confusion. Asking him to answer this question was like a philosophy professor from Heidelberg University catching a
A child who has just entered primary school: Who are you, where are you from, and where are you going? That child will never hold his head in pain like a thinker and meditate for half a century until he becomes a statue but still cannot answer.
He will definitely answer in a loud voice: My name is So-and-so Vicky, I come from Frankfurt, and I am going fishing in the Neckar River.
Maybe the philosophy professor at Heidelberg University also teaches theology. Maybe this professor is similar to those Zen masters in ancient China. He likes to play the kind of tricks that return to simplicity. Hearing this answer, his body shook violently, and he felt like a child.
The answer seems simple, but in fact it is far from simple. If you go straight to your heart and find the ultimate path, you will feel that children are unparalleled geniuses.
He was about to officially enter the second floor of the academy to study, but to be honest, until now, he still didn't know why the academy, the long mountain road and the big shots who set up the illusion selection would choose him. After thinking for a long time, Ning Que could only come to this conclusion.
"Master is too profound, so he is profound and confused, and I am that child."
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On the broad official road southwest of Chang'an City, a team composed of several carriages and dozens of knights were advancing silently. The exterior decorations of these carriages were mainly black and gold, exuding an indescribable sense of luxury and solemnity.
Although the ten knights were not wearing armor, their neat black robes and the resolute expressions on their faces still exuded a fighting spirit.
These knights are the world-famous Skitarii of the Xiling Divine Kingdom, known as the most elite cavalry. The few carriages that are qualified to be protected by them are undoubtedly the important figures of the temple. It is still early in the day, and the convoy appears in
The official road in the south of Chang'an shows that they left Chang'an City as soon as the city gate was opened.
If a team composed of temple dignitaries and skitarii were walking in other countries in the world, they would definitely attract countless people to watch and cheer. I even believe that there would be many believers and foolish women on the roadside kowtowing, but now they are in the big crowd.
It was still early in the Tang Empire, and no one on either side of the official road was paying attention, and no one offered pious tears. The team just moved forward silently and quickly, giving people a feeling that they must leave as soon as possible at all costs.
Prince Longqing was sitting in the luxurious but solemn black and gold carriage in the middle. He looked calmly through the window at the Tang Dynasty's houses and the golden blanket-like rapeseed flowers in the fields, listening to the rapid sound of horse hooves and knights all around.
Breathing, feeling the depressing atmosphere and weird silence, he suddenly smiled and said:
"When you arrived, the whole city of Chang'an was jubilant, lined the streets to welcome you, and threw fruits and flowers at the carriage. But when you left, it was so silent and quiet. You even had to choose to leave secretly when the city gate was open. Doesn't it look like a bereaved dog?"
Priest Mo Li, the vice-president of the Heavenly Mandate Academy who was sitting opposite, changed his face slightly. He didn't understand why Prince Longqing would say such a sentence. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Why do you need to humiliate yourself like this?"
A faint sarcastic look appeared on Prince Longqing's face, and he said: "No matter where they are in the world, the Divine Guards are wearing golden armor and shining like gods. However, when entering the territory of the Tang Dynasty, they must remove their armor and hand over their weapons, otherwise the Tang Dynasty people will not be able to
It’s humiliating to enter without permission.”
Before Mo left his mouth, he continued to smile and said: "Vice Dean, do you know why I live in Peach Blossom Lane in Chang'an City?"
Priest Mo Li's heart was slightly chilled. He didn't know if Prince Long Qing wanted to test him by asking this question. However, looking at the other party's smiling face, he felt colder and colder for some reason. After hesitating for a moment, he answered honestly: "Because the prince's natal property is
It’s the peach blossom.”
"Yes, but do you know why I chose peach blossom as my natal object?" Prince Longqing asked.
Priest Mo Li shook his head. The people of Xiling discussed this point privately for a long time, but could not find a definite answer.
"It's because the master entered Xiling and chopped off all the peach blossoms on the sacred mountain while drinking wine, and no one dared to stop him at that time." Prince Longqing looked out the window and said expressionlessly: "This is the biggest thing our Xiling Temple has suffered in a hundred years.
Humiliation, I chose the peach blossom as my birthstone to remind myself not to forget this humiliation."
Prince Longqing said calmly: "Now that I have lowered my status and wanted to enter the second floor of the academy, I just want to study with the master, hoping that I can get back this humiliation for the temple in the future. However, I didn't expect that I would be killed by Ning Que.
Another humiliation.”
Priest Mo Li wanted to comfort him with a few words, but found that he couldn't find any suitable words.
"You just said that my words were self-humiliating... That's not true. Humiliation has nothing to do with who initiated it. It only cares about strength. If I am stronger than others, then those words are ridicule. If I am weaker than others,
, those words turned into self-humiliation.”
"The people of the Tang Dynasty were able to disarm my divine guardian army, the Master was able to kill all the peach blossoms in the mountain, and Ning Que was able to force me to flee Chang'an like a dog. It was not because they meant to humiliate me, but because in some aspects, they
Stronger."
"But I am very grateful for this humiliation. Let me tell you some good news. Maybe I have already taken that step. Now I just hope that Ning Que can become really strong quickly so that I can have a chance to get back this humiliation."
Priest Moli was shocked when he heard this, and immediately became ecstatic, thinking that if Prince Longqing could advance to the realm of knowing his destiny during the journey, then the temple might take this matter into account and spare him the humiliation brought to the temple by his mission.
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After congratulating him repeatedly, he had secretly made up his mind to hold the prince's thigh tighter in the future. Suddenly he thought of something and asked in a low voice: "Prince Chongming has returned to Yan Kingdom. Prince Jin has entered
Should you let someone inform Emperor Yan as soon as possible about the good news about the fate-knowing realm?"
Prince Longqing smiled slightly at himself and said: "What's the point of letting father know about this matter? Fighting for the throne? Could it be that the throne of a mere Yan Kingdom is more attractive than Haotian Avenue?"
Priest Mo Li sincerely suggested: "But the throne should originally belong to you, the prince."
"It's mine and it will always be mine."
Prince Longqing recalled the illusions he saw on the mountain behind the academy, especially the great light and great fear he saw in the last few steps hanging by the bank. His face turned slightly pale, and then he said resolutely: "Anyone who wants to take away my things
Everyone will die."
He retracted his hand from the window, and before he knew it, there was a luscious peach blossom between his fingers.
He randomly inserted the peach blossoms on his clothes. I wonder if there is a transparent hole under the petals full of life?
Prince Longqing looked mercilessly out the window at the rapeseed flowers in the fields and the smoke from the residential houses. After being silent for a long time, he spoke slowly: "In a few years, I will knock down all these ugly Tang people's residences and remove all the rapeseed flowers in the fields.
Eradicate it, and then burn it all with fire, burn away those sins and filth, and create a holy and bright heaven and earth."
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The carriage stopped by the meadow outside the academy as usual. Ning Que got out of the car and found that the atmosphere in the academy today was very different from the past. There were still many students standing in the distance watching him and talking, but their
His eyes were no longer filled with contempt and disgust as before, but were replaced by shock and envy.
Under the gaze of these eyes, Ning Que walked into the academy, nodded slightly to Chang Zhengming who was standing by the stone steps, and then saw a little book boy standing in the morning light waving to him, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The little bookboy had pretty features and a very tender face, as if he was wearing pink makeup. He looked at Ning Que approaching him, bowed with great respect, and said, "Little sir, I am my young master's bookboy.
I have been ordered to take you up the mountain."
The little book boy wanted to act like an old master. Ning Que couldn't help but smile and asked: "The question is, who is your young master? And why do you call me Mr. Little?"
The little book boy chuckled, touched his head, and explained: "My young master is the second person. The title is the rule set by the young master for me. You are the youngest one in the back, so I will call you Mr. Xiao."
Ning Que asked with great interest: "So... who is Mr. Chen Pipi?"
Xiao Shu responded in a childish voice: "In the past, he was Mr. Junior. Now that you are Mr. Junior, he is Mr. Twelve."
Ning Que was startled, shook his head and said with a smile: "The big fat man and the little gentleman...it sounds like they don't match up."
The little book boy said seriously: "Actually... I think so too."
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Today, Ning Que entered the mountain behind the academy. Of course, it couldn't be the same mountain road that cost him half his life. The little book boy took him down a remote alley, diagonally up a stone path from the old side, and then walked across the street.
He stopped in front of the thick fog on the mountain.
"Sir, there is also a road on the second floor of the old building, but the young master said that today is your first day here, so please go this way."
Ning Que looked at the clouds and mist in front of him, and subconsciously thought of the mist on the long mountain road the day before yesterday. His body stiffened slightly. After a moment of silence, he looked at the little book boy and asked gently: "There is nothing weird in the mist...?"
The little book boy chuckled and said, "Of course not, I go there often."
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There is indeed nothing weird about this mountain mist, such as bamboo leaves turning into flying swords, mountain springs turning into waterfalls, and small pools turning into the sea.
This mountain mist was very strange. Ning Que only walked a dozen steps and actually reached the mountainside of the mountain behind the academy.
He waved his sleeves to brush away the last few wisps of fog in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the mountainside scenery in front of him that looked like a fairyland in the morning light.
Looking at the extremely steep mountains from the direction of the academy, facing the east, there is such a large flat cliff.
There is a mirror-like small lake on the cliff, with blooming wild flowers, quiet green grass, and towering ancient trees.
There are thousands of kinds of flowers, including peach blossoms, but they are inconspicuous among them.
Under the towering old trees, there are more than ten simple houses, and smoke is rising from the kitchens.
There is a silver line pouring down between the cliffs behind the house, which is actually a waterfall in the distance.
A flock of black birds sang and flew happily among the cliffs and waterfalls.
In the morning light, such beautiful scenery came into view, and Ning Que was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Feeling the quiet vitality of heaven and earth and the smell of life in the back mountain, an idea surged into his mind without knowing when.
——Whoever wants to destroy such beauty, I will definitely destroy you.
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(A large part of the detailed outline has been scrapped. The detailed outline I compiled a few days ago has been used up, so it is very hard to write. I will try my best to work on the detailed outline later and tomorrow. Tomorrow's update will also be very late.