— A winter tree stretched obliquely in the remote alley. Ning Que, who felt something in his heart, suddenly entered a certain inexplicable state. He stood silently between the shadow of the winter tree and closed his eyes and realized it, without any movement for a long time.
The breath of heaven and earth in the snow of the winter trees and bluestones in the alleys quietly enveloped his body. The passage inside his body that ran through the snow-capped mountains and seas became increasingly magnificent, and the invisible but qualitative gas flowed slowly between them.
When Haoran's gas scattered everywhere in the body, the breath in the passage became relatively thin, and it was gradually filled with the vitality that poured into the body between heaven and earth. This process was like constantly eating delicious food, but there was no need to worry about it.
Belly bloating.
This feeling is very beautiful, and when the qi in the passage flows through the tiniest part of his body, it feels more and more beautiful, washing his spirit and body like spring water, nourishing every muscle and every section
The bones bring a sense of warmth, fullness, freshness and greasiness.
The changes inside the body caused some changes to the outside. Ning Que's thick jacket seemed to have absorbed rain and pressed against his body tightly. The extremely quiet aura seemed to have some attraction, not only the alley trees
The breath of heaven and earth among the stone snow attracted the things in the real world.
There was no wind in the alley, but the shadow of the winter tree was trembling slightly, because the withered leaves hanging on the tip were floating towards his body below, pulling the thin branches straight, while the stone slabs in the alley were not
The dust also floated up at this moment without any inside, gradually gathering at his feet.
I don't know how long it took, Ning Que slowly opened his eyes, a bright luster flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared from normal. The shadow of the tree under his feet no longer trembled, and the winter tree was covered with branches as tight as a bowstring.
It slowly retracted, only the dust on the side of the shoes was still accumulated, looking as if his feet were deeply trapped in thick dust.
Ning Que looked at the dust beside his feet and remained silent. He knew that his level of cultivation and strength had improved the moment before. However, this improvement was not the original method of cultivation, but the Haoran Qi in his body condensed and strengthened again.
point.
After leaving the mountain gate of the Demon Sect, he had never practiced Haoranqi. Although it was the mantle left to him by the uncle of his junior master, he subconsciously did not want to think about those things based on his fear of the glory of Haotian.
Until today, when he heard the news of his master's death, he vaguely guessed the dirty things behind the long-standing bloody stories. Looking at the eaves of the general's mansion and thinking about the happy life after Xiahou Gui Lao, he felt a lot of sadness and reluctance in his heart, and he felt a lot of dissatisfaction with the world.
All kinds of emotions gathered together and turned into hot ashes, until his burning mind was a little lost, and the proud and powerful ray of pride and powerful energy in his body began to wake up.
"A little deeper into the devil, will I go further and further from this world?"
Ning Que looked at the lonely appearance of the trees around the alleys in winter, and looked at the dim sky light cut by the thin branches, and sighed. His expression was still calm, but the spiritual world was a little unstable because of the awakening of the qi in his body.
trace.
Haoranqi flows slowly in his body, as if it is unstoppable as a river, but in fact it seems that it often encounters certain obstacles. Before the obstacles are difficult to stagnate in those lines similar to leaf veins, this stagnation brings pain and state of mind.
Some extreme discomfort on him made him frown slightly and his face pale.
After all, it is still a matter of mood. When the uncle of the junior master walked around the world with his sword, there was no way to be unfeasible before the donkey head, and there was no enemy to fight before his eyes. He was wild and proud, so he was strong, so he could nourish his aura between his chest and abdomen.
, do great things in the world, but Ning Que's current state of mind is depressed and sad, unwilling to be silent, and he can't even indulge in indulgence. How can he carry the unparalleled breath?
The general living in the general's mansion would soon give up all the military power in his hands and resign in disgrace. In the eyes of everyone in the world, he had paid a very painful price for what he had done over the years and had endured it.
Enough damage, enough explanations to the academy and the temple, and a big step forward.
But Ning Que doesn't think so.
Ning Que didn't want Xiahou to return to old age safely, just like some people on the oil note left by Zhuoer. As time passed, no one cared about what that person had done before, and put them in.
Forgot in a corner of the world, let them return to old safely and then grow old happily.
This is his unwillingness.
It is precisely because he is so unwilling and has clarified his intentions that the Haoranqi in his body has awakened and his realm has improved. However, it is because of this unwillingness to always stay in his spirit.
In the world, Haoranqi has always been unable to operate smoothly, and there are always some ties and awkwardness.
He looked at the eaves of the General's Mansion in the distance, and the snow on the eaves. He smelled the smell of green onions from the houses on both sides of the streets and alleys. He was silent and depressed in his mood, and he could express his grief and pain. He only needed to make the spiritual world man
The unwillingness in it is erased, but how can we erase this unwillingness?
To erase this unwillingness, Xiahou needs to be killed. However... the elder brother has clearly stated that as long as Xiahou is willing to return to his old age, the academy that does not interfere with the iron laws of the court will remain silent. Without evidence,
The empire that believed in the Tang Dynasty's first laws would not punish Xiahou any more.
So the only way left to Ning Que is to challenge Xiahou and engage in a head-on duel.
The eldest brother said that in five years, Ning Que can defeat Xiahou, but... Five years are really too long. What if Xiahou is really old? What if he is sick? If he is already old and died before he defeated him.
What should I do? I practice my skills in the mountains and want to take revenge. When I came out of the mountains, my enemies either turned white or died long ago. Time punished me on my behalf. But isn’t that the most sad thing in the world?
Ning Que knew that there were some problems with his emotions at this time, which would not help him at all, but would cause great obstacles. If he allowed this unwilling and sad mood to develop, he would be afraid that his whole spirit would become possessed.
He understood what he had to do at this time to temporarily eliminate the magic in his mind. He knew that his strength was still weak and he had no right to challenge Xiahou. However, no matter how hard it was Haoran, who was moving forward in his meridians, was in a difficult and difficult manner.
I was angry, but still felt sad and sad, and I was trying to do something.
He stood silently under the shadow of winter trees in the alley for a long time. Looking at the unremarkable scenery in Tuyang City and smelling the fragrance of meat floating out of every household, he remembered the letters Xiao Heizi wrote back then and walked towards the north of the city.
go.
As soon as he took a step, a slight sound came from his feet, and the thick dust accumulated by his shoes dispersed, drifting towards the air, and then quietly landed on the wall under the tree.
The ash dissipated, revealing the clean bluestone slabs.
Two footprints about two fingers deep appeared on the bluestone slab, with neat and smooth edges, as if they were carved with a knife.
Ning Que walked in the cold wind of Tuyang City. He clearly realized that his power had changed significantly from the original one, and he felt much more sensitive than before. His body rhythm was very clear when he walked, and the soles of his shoes were shocked back.
The earth's strength is like a drum beat, and the skin on the back of the hand exposed outside the sleeve can even detect the finest traces of the wind.
Haoranqi's transformation of his body had an effect in a very short period of time. This indescribable sense of power made him have a strong desire to prove this powerful, while the thoughts and thoughts under the shadow of the tree were previously under the shadow of the tree.
Unwillingness has also become an unstoppable impulse.
The urge to destroy everything is strongly conflicting with the sense of responsibility of the disciples behind the academy, making him unable to confirm whether he should do that. Until he walked to the mansion north of the city, the clear and stable pace finally calmed him down, and
Understand what you are going to do.
Deep in the winter garden of the General's Mansion.
Mo Shanshan looked at the senior brother behind the desk and whispered: "Ning Que has a problem with his mood today."
The eldest brother put down the book in his hand, looked at the girl with a gentle smile, comforted him and said, "What are you worried about?"
Mo Shanshan was silent for a moment and said, "I think he seems to be doing something."
The eldest brother said, "Do whatever you want to do."
Mo Shanshan looked at the elder brother and asked, "Senior brother, aren't you worried about anything?"
The eldest brother said with emotion: "The disciples in the back mountain of the academy over the years are mostly fools like me who only know how to practice or specialize in one's studies. Only the younger brother has struggled hard in the world since he was a child, so in some ways he is
The strongest person in the academy has his own judgment on such things as danger, and I believe his judgment."
Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes and said seriously: "Even if this Qingxiang will cause trouble to the academy?"
After a moment of silence, the eldest brother said seriously: "The academy is not as powerful as the junior brother imagined, but I think the junior brother always has his reasons for doing things, and I also believe in his judgment on such things as opportunities."
In the side alley of the mansion north of Tuyang City.
Ning Que looked at the gray high mansion wall and decided that he would go in and take a look no matter what.
As the eldest brother said, he is a person who is very alert to danger, and he also has a very clear judgment on such things as opportunities and rarely miss them.
If you kill someone in Tuyang City, it sounds a bit incredible if you kill someone in front of Xiahou.
Today is his best opportunity.
Because Xiahou decided to return to old age today, he grew older and was always neglected to inspect his own territory. I believe that the anger he was frustrated afterwards was easier to resolve.
Ning Que walked under the gray mansion wall.
His knees bent slightly.
The powerful Haoranqi in his body was instantly injected into his legs.
A muddy sound came from the shoe and the ground, and an invisible airflow splashed out.
He jumped up two feet easily and climbed over the high mansion wall like a big bird.
Wherever you fall, is a gradually calming flower bed.
In front of the flowerbed is a courtyard.
There is a pine chair in the courtyard, and there is a person on it.
Xiahou’s most trusted military advisor, Gu Xi.
Gu Xi looked at Ning Que in the flower garden and sighed, "I have been hesitating whether to kill you, so you are here."
(The next chapter strives to win before twelve o'clock, and today I am a little tired and have been working hard.)