r>Standing on the cliff, looking at Liuyun... Ning Que said these very serious words very rarely. At the beginning, he thought that the person he was talking to was the eldest brother, and he was a little hesitant, and then he said it more and more smoothly.
"Others don't want me to do anything, Tang Lu prohibits me from doing anything, and moral trends do not allow me to do anything, but what does this have to do with me?"
The eldest brother shook his head and said, "But... there is no absolute freedom in the world. Everything, even the spirit, has its own boundaries. If your freedom hinders the freedom of others and even makes the whole world uneasy, then no one will.
It will make you feel at ease.”
Ning Que said: "But you should have as much as possible."
The eldest brother asked in confusion: "Why must you have more?"
Ning Que said: "These things are no different from silver. They are all good things. Since they are good things, of course, the more they are, the more they are. I don't believe in the principle of "not being too short."
The eldest brother said, "However, that requires absolute ability. If you want to have the whole world, you need to have the ability to match it. I have never seen such a person in my life."
Ning Que said: "What my senior brother said is, so this is why we need to practice and why we need to become stronger.
The master's ugly voice was slightly awkward, and he said helplessly: "I don't mean that."
Ning Que smiled and said, "Although I can't come, my heart must yearn for it."
The eldest brother looked at him and said, "You want to have absolute freedom, but you don't have the ability to match it, so you, a genius, will you return to the academy and want to meet the teacher?"
Ning Que looked at Hong Yun on the cliff and said, "I don't know what I would ask if I saw the teacher, but since the teacher doesn't want to see me, I have to think about these questions myself."
The elder brother thought about the unbeliever who said that Guantao Ye Su had said in the small road of Chang'an City, and the past of the black thread that was in the past. Looking at Ning Que's thoughtful cheeks, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
I felt that the mountain wind passing through the cliffs suddenly became a little cold.
"Different people have different freedoms. Once they conflict with each other, disputes will arise. Tang Dynasty or Xiling Buddhist scriptures are the rules to resolve these disputes."
He looked at Ning Que and said calmly: "The academy believes in the first place in Tang Dynasty. Even in order to avoid the world falling into chaos, no one can violate it, and even I can't. As a disciple of the academy, I will take the initiative to safeguard the dignity of Tang Dynasty.
, I hope you can understand this clearly."
Ning Que did not unexpectedly hear the warning from his senior brother and nodded.
The eldest brother looked at him and suddenly asked curiously: "Then what are you going to do next?"
Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then said, "I don't know either."
The eldest brother asked in confusion: "That junior brother told me those..."
Ning Que turned his head and looked at him and said, "Senior Brother, I didn't say those words to seek your consent or even help. I just wanted to say that your thoughts were wrong."
The eldest brother stared at him for a long time and said with emotion: 'Young junior brother, you can tell me about my mistakes. It's true that he is stronger than me and even better than Junmo."
A slender shadow suddenly appeared on the cliff.
The second senior brother came here at some point, stepped on the ground and walked to the cliffside two people, looking at Ning Que with a stern expression, "What my junior brother said is very much, the most important meaning of life is not triumphant but
Fight so when you want to fight, go fight…”
Ning Que suddenly laughed at him and said, "Second Brother, you are wrong, too."
The eldest and second brothers were stunned at the same time, thinking that the younger brother was indeed extraordinary and dared to point out the mistakes of the two senior brothers at the same time. You must know that over the years, no one in the back mountain behind the academy dared to do this.
Ning Que said calmly: "The most important meaning of life is not fighting."
The second senior brother frowned and said, "What is that?"
Ning Que said: "It's a fight, and then... victory."
Standing by the cliff, looking at the figure gradually distant in the stone path of the cliff, looking at the corner of the black courtyard uniform blown by the autumn wind, the most powerful Mr. and Mr. Second, behind the academy, were silent and did not speak for a long time.
It seems that he is still thinking about Ning Que's previous words and attitudes hidden in his words.
The second senior brother said with emotion: "Everyone thinks that the younger junior brother is the worst in my academy. However, now it seems that his realm is actually higher than that of us."
The realm mentioned here naturally refers not to the realm of practice, but to the spiritual realm.
The Master walked out of the cliff cave.
The eldest and second brothers stood on both sides and saluted respectfully.
The Master walked to the cliff and watched Ning Que walk down the stone path, turn into the narrow gorge and disappear. Two white eyebrows slowly float up and smile slightly, as if he is very satisfied with the youngest disciple.
The eldest brother asked distressedly: "Teacher, can the hatred really be eliminated?"
The Master said: "The strong emotions such as love and hate are the difference between humans and beasts. They are the key to human beings who prove themselves. Even these can be abandoned. What is the difference between them and beasts? As the saying goes, "Resentment is light."
This is the reason why people are so kind."
"Idiot, this love cannot be eliminated, and this hatred will last forever. How can it be erased so simply? The most critical question is, why do we need to eliminate it?"
The Master's words still failed to get rid of the elder brother from this and the feeling of confusion. After leaving the town, he lived in the back mountain of the academy. When traveling around the country, he also served in front of the teacher... occasionally acting alone...
If you have a task... you can't think about it carefully and have no real experience in the world.
The eldest brother sighed and said, "But when will the revenge be repaid?"
The Master frowned slightly and said unhappily: "I have said a long time ago that you should not read the incompetent, boring, tasteless, shameless scriptures in Buddhism. Now it seems that you are really confused."
The eldest brother smiled bitterly, but thought in his heart that reading those Buddhist scriptures was indeed interesting.
The Master said, "Jun Mo, explain to your senior brother when the revenge will be revenge so that he will not get into the old paper again and will not be able to climb out for three or four years."
The second senior brother responded in a deep voice, looked at the eldest senior brother seriously and said, "Senior brother... If you don't want the revenge, you should kill all the enemies and eradicate them. In this way, there will be only a few strands of powerless revenge left in the world.
The story of wronged souls and hatred ends here.”
This simple and simple sentence did not move the master, but made him smile bitterly, thinking that this method... no matter how you hear it, it smells like a villain, so where should it come from the academy?
The second senior brother did not dare to speculate on his senior brother's mood at this time... and turned to look at the master and said calmly: "Teacher, since the junior brother can't find evidence that Xiahou violated Tang Lu, what would he do?"
Qiufeng dragged the black Jin San on the Master's body and whistled. He looked at the Chang'an City in the distance... and said with a smile: "I don't know if I am a teacher, but Ning Que will probably give us a surprise."
Two years ago, the Tang Dynasty censor Zhang Yizhi died mysteriously on Hongxiuzhao. It did not attract much attention at that time. After the censor's crying and being suppressed by Chang'an Prefecture Shangguan Yangyu, the case was concluded.
... It was not until Lin Ling, the great scholar of the Northern Army in the east of the Tang Dynasty, sneaked into Chang'an City to investigate and find the iron nail in the body of the censor that the murder case re-entered the eyes of some big shots.
Afterwards, with the deaths of Chen Zixian, Yan Suqing and others, especially Gu Xi died in Tuyang City, and the city gate Lang Huang Xing and Yu Shuizhu died on Yu Street... The Tang Dynasty military and many forces pointed their suspicious eyes at
Ning Que, just like His Majesty was unable to deal with Xiahou many years ago... Without evidence, no one dared to accuse this student on the second floor of the academy and the Master's personal disciple.
There is no evidence...it does not mean Tao is not a fact. The rumors about Ning Que's life experience have spread in the upper class of Chang'an City, and have even spread abroad. Many people firmly believe that he is Xuan who died tragically on charges of treason.
The son of General Wei Lin Guangyuan.
So many people are speculating on what would happen to Xiahou when he was about to retire and return to old age, this young man who had endured for many years and finally returned to Chang'an City for bloody revenge.
The old worshipper of the great surname of Qinghe County came, hid in the Censor's Mansion, squinted his deep old eyes, looked at the wind in Chang'an City calmly and concentrically, guessing what might have happened.
The Tang Dynasty military police watched carefully at the movements on the banks of Yanming Lake. General Xu Shi stood on the small building with indifferent expressions at Chang'an City. As long as there were any abnormal movements, he would not care about the academy and directly sent out powerful iron cavalry.
Ning Que was captured or killed because he stood above Tang Lu.
People in the palace were also observing and guessing.
Even Ye Su, the descendant of Zhishouguan, came to Chang'an City.
These big men all have rare wisdom and strategies in the world, and have terrible sources of information and subordinates. However, even they can't figure out Ning Que's next step at all.
Although Ning Que's realm has improved by leaps and bounds and has already stood at the peak of the Dongxuan Realm, he is still weak and not worth mentioning compared to General Xiahou at the peak of martial arts, so he has no ability to assassinate the other party.
No one has ever found Xiahou's crimes and evidence. When those who had participated in the incident died one by one at Ning Que's hands, he wanted to overturn the case for General Xuanwei's mansion and wanted to use Tang Lu to pull Xiahou off the horse.
There is no hope for anything
The most critical problem is that no matter the emperor or the academy, they are willing to watch Xiahou calmly return to his old age. Even if they don’t stop Ning Que, they will never help him.
The world of the world could hardly touch Xiahou's clothes, and the temple could not touch Xiahou's cold expression. Ning Que did not have the ability to assassinate Xiahou, so what could he do?
After countless calculations, including the reactions of the academy court and Xiling, the great men in Chang'an City finally came up with a result that made them feel at ease.
I would rather do nothing.
At least this winter.
It is still the late autumn and the cold winter has not arrived.
The date when General Xiahou left the court was in the late winter.
Ning Que is by the Yanming Lake, practicing silently, waiting for the arrival of winter.
One day, the yellow leaves fell like rain.
Ning Que sat under the gradually bald tree, with dead leaves all over his knees.
Ye Hongyu put down the book in his hand, looked at him and said, "Even if you hide the fact that you have been possessed by the devil until the end and become a trick at the bottom of the box, you can only scare Xiahou in the end and cannot kill him."
Ning Que looked at her and said, "I don't know what lies you are saying."