Volume Two, The Lake of Winter Chapter 216: Suzaku recognizes the Lord
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 216: Suzaku Recognizes His Own
The rain fell from the sky, and pedestrians on the street were avoiding each other. The tourists from other counties also left reluctantly, leaving Ning Que alone standing in front of the Suzaku statue and silently. ("" website 7*
He opened the big black umbrella, and the raindrops fell on the tight umbrella surface, making a dull sound.
He looked at the portrait of Suzaku who was gradually wet by the rain in front of the umbrella and remembered many things.
Needless to mention the past, today the Empress in the palace was shocked and squatted to salute. Xu Shi was in the general's mansion and felt very troublesome, especially Xu Shi's attitude made him feel very uncomfortable.
This discomfort is not anger, but a feeling of loss, because he was once a soldier of the Tang Dynasty. Like his fellow comrades in Weicheng, he regarded this first person in the Tang Dynasty as an idol, and mentioned the town while drinking and chatting.
The name of the General of the National People's Republic will be in awe.
He remembered some kind of statement about the need for spiritual level. He liked to chase horses with his comrades in Weicheng, and to be born and die. He liked to be respected and even awe in Chang'an City. He liked to be respected, discussed and even awe of the people. He liked the senior brothers and sisters on the back mountain of the academy. These are all beautiful
spiritual needs.
So he wanted to be a good person and wanted to be appreciated by important military officials like Xu Shi, instead of being alert or even trying to get rid of it quickly. However, unfortunately, things in the world can't be as satisfactory as possible.
The spring rain is getting heavier and heavier, just like Ning Que’s mood at this moment.
The solemn and beautiful Suzaku picture was wet by the rain. The pair of eyes that were not angry and powerful seemed to have been given a certain life and suddenly became vivid.
Ordinary people cannot sense the changes in the Suzaku picture.
Ning Que could clearly feel it. He looked at the eyes of the Suzaku painting, felt the gradually condensed breath in the stone lines on the ground, and knew very clearly what was going on.
Two years ago, he first entered Chang'an City and stood before Zhuque with Sangsang. He was frightened by the solemn and ancient spirit emitted by this picture and his whole body was cold and stiff.
Later he learned that this Suzaku image was a Taoist talisman, which could automatically sense the enemies invading Chang'an City and could cast a full-strength attack of nearly the peak of Zhiming's life.
At this time, the enemy sensed by the Suzaku statue was of course the big black umbrella held in Ning Que's hand.
With Ning Que's current cultivation level, it is naturally impossible to resist the breath of the Suzaku portrait, but he stood in the spring rain, his expression was extremely calm and peaceful. (《》牌官网7*
It's not because he is holding a big black umbrella in his hand.
But because he had a pestle in his arms.
Ning Que reached into his arms with his left hand, holding the array eye pestle wrapped in cloth, looking at the image of Suzaku who was gradually rising in front of the umbrella, and said, "It's not the time when you thought I would be scared by you now."
Or become a quail in winter? I am your master now, how can you do anything to me?"
The owner of the Vermillion Bird Talisman was unable to be praised, but was passed down to him by Master Yan Se, and then confirmed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in person and finally determined by the pestle.
The painting of Suzaku in the rain sensed the familiar but not seen for many years from the black umbrella.
A clear roar sounded in Ning Que's sea of consciousness, and the sound was sharp and loud, mixed with a little doubt, a little unwillingness, a little sadness and a little indifference.
The rain kept washing, and the murderous aura from ancient times in the painting of Suzaku gradually faded until it finally returned to silence and turned into an ordinary stone painting.
Ning Que knew that this represented the Suzaku portrait that recognized his identity.
The sadness in the roaring sound in the sea of consciousness was Zhuque's recollection of his master Yan Se.
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Ning Que stood in the rain, holding the handle of the big black umbrella in his right hand and the eye pestle of the Great Swordsman of the Great Swordsman in his left hand. He felt two completely different touches and figured out some things.
The Vermillion Bird recognized his master in the spring rain, which represented the great formation of Chang'an City. From then on, it became his responsibility, and it also represented the safety of the Tang Dynasty, and it became his responsibility on his shoulders.
He likes this land, this country, a peaceful and joyful life, and the people who live here, so he is willing to take on this responsibility.
He is willing to use anything other than life to maintain the peace of the Tang Dynasty, but this does not mean that he will lose his life because of it.
Holding the formation eye pestle in the left hand is holding the future of the Tang Dynasty.
Holding a black umbrella in your right hand is holding your own life. Holy Temple.com
Hold both hands, hold both hands tightly.
If the two conflict and entanglement, as lingering as the spring rain at this time, then what he needs to do is like the spring rain in front of him with a knife, like the master on the terrace of Songhe Tower, smashing it
Crush all the entanglements and dissatisfactions.
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On the night on the Songhe Tower terrace, he had such a conversation with his master.
"The person I want to kill is very powerful, has a high position and a powerful background, and I find it difficult to even me."
"It doesn't seem like you don't have status."
"Because my teacher is amazing, so of course I am amazing. Now, even compared with the giant I want to kill, our status is similar to that between us."
"Then why are you worried about? If you want to kill, just look for an opportunity to kill."
"My teacher seems to be willing to be unreasonable, but in fact he is a stubborn and very reasonable person. He always says that Tang Lu is the first, and why is Tang Lu is the first, so why is it unreasonable?"
"What does it have to do with Tang Lu if you don't follow the wrong path? Can't you kill someone without following the wrong path?"
At that time, Ning Que thought that the person he was talking to was an ordinary rich man from Chang'an City. Now that he thought that these words came from the teacher, these words naturally had a new meaning.
If you don’t follow the wrong path, can’t you kill people? If you don’t follow the wrong path, can’t you kill Xiahou?
Ning Que smiled, put away the big black umbrella and tied it back behind him, and then he crashed into the spring rain like a curtain.
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He went to Hongxiuzhao, met with Jian, and talked about his conversation with the Empress in the palace. Before leaving, he went around outside the bathhouse to take a look. He killed the censor Zhang Yiqi here.
Then he went to the courtyard on the shore of Nancheng Lake, walked by the verdant bamboo forest, and found that the tea master Yan Suqing had already changed his owner after he was killed.
He went to the blacksmith's workshop in Dongcheng, walked to the door of the backyard, and imagined the scene of the old Chen Zixian lying under his knife at that time, and remained silent.
"I used to kill you with my namelessness, but now my status is different. If I don't continue to do it for the sake of stability and prosperity in the future, then wouldn't you die too much?"
The rain gradually became lighter, and Ning Que was about to return to Lao Bizhai, but stopped at the entrance of Linshiqi Lane, turned to Chunxi Road, and entered a teahouse.
Xu Shi had already guessed the connection between him and those murders, and it was possible that these murders could even be linked to the general's family-killing case back then. Even if this matter has not been linked to it yet, he will definitely start to protect it.
Some people, some people he wants to kill.
In addition to General Xiahou, there are still people on the oil-paper list left by Xiao Heizi. If Ning Que wants to kill the other party, he must compete with the court for time.
Sitting by the second floor of the teahouse, looking at the drizzle outside the railing, he thought about the steps carefully, and confirmed that he would not cause too much trouble, so he began to prepare.
He asked the shopkeeper for pen and paper, after a moment of thinking, he began to write quickly, and then sent a letter to the academy.
At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.
The man also saw him and said in surprise: "Ning Que, why are you here?"
Ning Que laughed and said, "Chu Youxian, you didn't go to the academy today. Be careful to let your old man know and cut off your money directly."
Now Ning Que's status and status are very different from that of the beginning, but Chu Youxian was originally a luxurious and cheerful person, and he had the usual thinking of the Tang people not afraid of the powerful. He happily came over and said, "I'm afraid of being cut off the money, you are afraid of it.
Just write a copy of the book for me. Besides, if you want to go to Hongxiuzhao, with your current reputation, do you still need me to invite you again? Of course, you are the one who invites me."
Chu Youxian's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "It's better to have a day than to choose a day. Anyway, you're idle in the teahouse and don't take that little maid with you, so why don't we go to Hongxiuzhao?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I have something to do today."
Suddenly, he thought about something and handed over the letter on the table, asking, "There is a letter to be sent to the back mountain of the academy. Can you please go there?"
Chu Youxian said with a bitter face: "You don't know, I hate going to the academy the most."
Ning Que said: "A post."
"Zhongtang?" Chu Youxian said happily.
Ning Que cursed with a smile: "You think it's pretty beautiful."
Chu Youxian took the letter and his eyes suddenly turned.
Ning Que didn't know what he was thinking and said, "Don't think about stealing this letter to sell it for money, otherwise I'll go to your house to make trouble if I don't write that copy of the book."
"Just like calligraphy, how can you say steal? Even if you steal, how can you be willing to sell it? Of course, I have to take it home to be happy to my artful father."
Chu Youxian was not ashamed to be angry when Ning Que exposed his thoughts and said with a smile.
Ning Que said seriously: "This letter is very important, I dare not mislead my affairs."
Chu Youxian said, "Then I'll go now. By the way, after a few days, classmates in the Bingshe had a party, but I forgot about it. Jin Wucai asked me to ask you if you want to go."
"If you have time, go."
Ning Que would not say anything to death.
Chu Youxian turned around and headed out of the teahouse. Suddenly he thought of something and said, "What are you going to do?"
Ning Que said with a smile: "I'm going to kill someone, do you want to go and watch the fun?"
Chu Youxian felt very bored, so he waved his hand and rubbed down the stairs.
Ning Que drank all the remaining tea on the table, poked his head out, watched Chu Youxian get on the carriage, carefully calculated the time, but was not in a hurry to leave, but asked for another pot of new tea.
He was drinking slowly in the teahouse.
The spring rain was drizzling outside the building.
There are rain and clouds over Chang'an City, and the sun cannot be seen. There is only the gradually dimming sky light, indicating that dusk is coming.
Ning Que took out a piece of silver, put it on the table, and left the teahouse.
With the surprise greeting from Dr. Tea behind him, he walked towards the West City Gate.
He had not joked with Chu Youxian before.
He really went to kill people.
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(Speak with great joy, I can't stand it anymore, there will definitely be no such thing as the third update tomorrow.)