Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 172 Chronicle of Songhe Tower (Part 2)
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 172: The Chronicle of the Song and Crane Tower (Part 2)
Ning Que was extremely disdainful of this statement. As a student on the second floor of the academy and being on par with a person like Chen Pipi, his judgment that he was a genius became increasingly firm in his heart.
Because he was very tall, the old man always felt a little embarrassed when sitting in the chair. He changed several positions before finally finding a slightly more comfortable position. He leaned halfway against the back of the chair, supported his jaw with his hands, and asked at Ning Que, "No,"
When you are happy, you want to kill someone. Have you ever killed someone before?"
Ning Que put the empty spring mud wine jar at his feet in his hand and said, "I won't tell you how many people I have killed. That's a violation of Tang Rule, but you can imagine it like this."
The old man shook the empty wine jar in his hand, muttered in annoyance, and called the shopkeeper under the hood to give him two more jars, then looked at him and asked, "But why do you want to kill someone?"
Ning Que thought silently for a moment and shook his head and said, "Although I am almost drunk at this time and you are already drunk, I still can't tell you about this."
The shopkeeper ran to the terrace, respectfully put two jars of new wine beside the old man, then lowered his head and bowed and stepped back, not to mention urging the bill to check out, he didn't dare to say anything more.
He didn't know who the old man was. Even the real boss of Songhe Tower, a high-ranking official in the court, did not know the true identity of the old man. It was just that Songhe Tower had been hiding a portrait for countless years, and a simple one.
rule.
The rule is that if an old man looks like an old man in the portrait comes to Songhe Tower, everyone in the building must treat the old man as his ancestor, and ignore it like a person who kills his father, so as not to mess with him.
The old man was upset and unhappy.
Even if you are not the old man in the portrait, it doesn’t matter, because admitting your mistake in your ancestors will at most cause Songhelou to lose some money and face. If your ancestors come back and you don’t treat them well, then what’s the reason for Songhelou? Keep in Chang'an
Will the city exist?
The old man took a photo of the spring mud wine jar, took a sip and said, "Actually, when I was as young as you, I often wanted to kill people."
Ning Que looked at his face and could not determine the specific age of the old man, but he thought he should be extremely old. So when was he young? How many years ago?
"Who did you want to kill back then?" he asked curiously.
The old man put the wine jar on the small table next to the chair, looked at the bare winter branches in front of the terrace, and said, "My mother is my father's third concubine. My father died when I was three years old, and then the clan was in the clan.
I cannot tolerate it, my mother took me away from my old house, wandering around, living a hard life, and being bullied by the world."
"So when I have the ability to kill, the first thing I want to do is go back to the old house and kill all the old ladies and relatives who bullied us mother and son back then, and then go and take a look.
My father's grave was dug, and his bones were shattered and his ashes were raised."
It is about the most vicious thing in the world where people kill, set fire and extinguish families. The old man's expression is very calm and gentle. At this time, he does not look like an old man who has experienced all the vicissitudes of life, but like a child lying on the top of the haystack with a childish face.
Floating past the white clouds, telling the long-standing past.
Ning Que looked at the old man silently, suddenly frowned and asked, "Did you kill me?"
The old man's slender index finger gently tapped the spring mud wine jar on the table, making a crisp but not thin sound, just like the sound of tablets falling on the ground in the quiet ancestral hall of a hundred-time house.
He looked at Ning Que and smiled and said, "I won't tell you."
Ning Que was speechless, thinking that you are so old, why are you still so stingy and revengeful?
"The person I want to kill... He killed many innocent people. Of course, I am not a saint, and revenge is just to make my mood truly calm. That person ruined my best life and harmed me.
My parents who love me the most after death are dead, I want to avenge my personal grudges, which is similar to what you thought back then, but those people in your clan might be easier to kill."
He continued after a moment of silence, "And the person I want to kill is very powerful, has a high position and a powerful background, and there are some backgrounds that I find difficult to deal with."
The old man looked at him and frowned and said, "It doesn't look like a person without status."
Ning Que smiled slightly and said proudly: "The old man has seen all the world and has known countless people. He has a pair of huge eyes. To be honest, I am... a person with a very status. Because my teacher is amazing,
Of course, I'm also amazing."
The old man said unhappily: "This is all nonsense. Of course, your teacher...even if he is amazing, is there a big relationship with you?"
Ning Que ignored him and continued, "Even now, compared with the giant I want to kill, our status can be said to be similar to the difference."
The old man sneered: "Then why are you worried about? If you want to kill, just look for an opportunity to kill."
Ning Que was silent for a long time, and a struggle and helpless expression appeared on his face. He said with emotion: "The problem is that my status and status all come from the teacher, and my teacher seems to be willing to be unreasonable, but in fact he is a dead person.
He is very rational and always says Tang Lu is the best. Is it unreasonable to tell him that he is the most unreasonable? Why is Tang Lu the best unreasonable?"
Hearing these words, the old man's face suddenly looked ugly, and he scolded him unhappily: "Of course this makes sense. What does it have to do with Tang Lu? If you don't follow the wrong path, can't you kill someone?"
Ning Que didn't pay attention to the old man's expression, walked over shakingly, took the initiative to pick up a pot of new wine to shoot Kaifeng mud, poured wine into his mouth, and said, "If Tang Lu is the first, then I will find evidence."
When a lawsuit is in progress, the question is where I will find evidence? If I don’t follow the wrong path, how can I kill someone? Do you want me to walk up to the man openly and say I want to kill you and then I will be beaten into a meat paste?"
The night wind blew gently, and the old man sat upright and stared at Ning Que. Because of this guy's stupidity and confusion, it became increasingly difficult to suppress his anger. His slender palms held the back of the chair tightly, as if nothing happened again, he
Then he slapped Ning Que directly on the head.
Ning Que was already drunk at this time, and he could not pay attention to these details. He was pouring wine into his belly, while expressing his sighs of life, those sighs about revenge, reluctance and the moon, those sighs are becoming more and more repeated
Bored, he always revolves around certain keywords. Fortunately, after he got drunk, he still subconsciously blocked most of his heart and did not say Xiahou's name or who he was.
"Old man, I used to knock on Songhe Tower with a silver note. How did you come from?"
"You haven't seen the moon, have you? Poor old man."
"That's how you really have money. How do you make money? I made it from the West City Gambling House. Do you have any business dealings with you?"
"Don't look at the ugly cotton jacket I'm wearing. It is said that they are all styles set by my devil teacher."
"Yo, your beard looks so interesting."
Ning Que kept muttering, pointing at the old man in the chair and laughing.
A dull sound burst.
The laughter came to an abrupt end.
Ning Que covered his forehead and looked at the old man in front of him in shock and confusion.
The old man held a very thick short wooden stick in his hand, looked at him and said angrily: "I'm talking so much nonsense! My scalp is swollen. With your appearance, I actually want to kill Xiahou."
Ning Que didn't hear the last sentence clearly, and he fainted when he rolled his eyes.
Just as his body leaned back and was about to fall heavily on the terrace, a gust of wind blew.
The old jacket floated slightly and the straw sandals were silent. The senior brother of the academy appeared on the terrace, holding the shaky Ning Que, and snucked the urn of new wine with his right hand.
The eldest brother hugged Ning Que, who was unconscious, looked at the old man and asked blankly: "Teacher, what's wrong with the younger brother?"
The old man secretly took the short wooden stick back into his sleeve, coughed twice awkwardly, and said, "It's nothing. He offended the dignity of his master, so he punished it with the rules of the hospital."
The eldest brother saw the short wooden stick and almost fainted. He thought that the teacher used the ring stick in his hand to drive the Taoist Qingyi to the South China Sea. Tonight, he actually knocked the young master head-on with this object. Even if the young master is counted, he will be fine.
If you don’t be beaten to death, you will become an idiot after being saved.
As soon as he thought of this, the eldest brother's face turned pale.
The old man looked at him with a pale face, but he didn't expect that he was worried about Ning Que's safety. He frowned slightly and said, "I said ten years ago that I asked you to slow down, why is it so fast?"
The eldest brother had sensed some problems with Ning Que before, so he went to the terrace of Songhe Tower with the wind. He didn't care about his own losses. He looked at the old man and said worriedly: "Teacher, I won't have any trouble, right?"
The old man looked at Ning Que in a coma and said, "This kid has learned the skills of your junior uncle. He is so strong that his muscles are so strong that he is gently knocked on it. How could he die like this easily?"
Perhaps the old man himself felt that these words were not convincing. After coughing twice, he explained very seriously: "He was exhausted from his mental strength today, so it would be beneficial to sleep for a while."
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The senior brother of the academy has only one teacher.
The old man is naturally the legendary Master.
What the Master said was even better than the imperial edict in the Tang Empire. For the senior brother who loved his teacher for life, everything the Master said was the truth. If the Master said that the night was white, then it would be white.
The Master said that Haotian was dark, so Haotian must be dark. The Master said that Ning Que was fine, so no matter whether there was anything wrong or not, Ning Que would definitely not have any problems.
Late at night, the master walked slowly on the streets of Chang'an with his hands on the extremely scattered dead leaves, and his graceful posture was extremely elegant. The elder brother followed him with Ning Que on his back and walked forward with difficulty, feeling a little embarrassed.
"You're right. There will always be a unique light in the lights of thousands of families."
The Master looked at the faint lights in the alley and the soldiers of the Yulin Army patrolling the night in the distance, and said, "Although your junior brother is not considered a sludge without being stained, let alone a good person, his seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless body
There is still some affection in it, but those feelings are hidden deeper."