‘This night snow seems to be unfair to me… In fact, it is really unfair to Xiahou…
Ning Que looked at the other side of the lake, shook his head with Fengxue on the lake, and continued, "It will naturally not make me happy that the formation eye pestle was taken away by His Majesty, but this is also fair. My cultivation level is far inferior to that of Xiahou.
, It seems unfair, but in fact I have been preparing for it for fifteen years, but he didn't know that there is someone like me in the world... People have been watching him silently, so the unfairness here is even.
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"As long as the battle is limited to me and him, I will admit it is fair."
Sangsang held the handle of the big black umbrella tightly and shrank his body, so that the big black umbrella would not be blown away by the violent and strong wind and snow. He whispered: "Young Master, are you worried that someone will interfere?"
"After all, Xiahou has the identity of a Taoist sect and guest besides the Imperial King General. I always feel that some people will come to disturb this battle. When I held the formation eye pestle before, I did feel something."
Ning Que thought of his fellow disciples in the academy and said, "But I am not worried, because this is Chang'an City and not another place. As long as the academy is still in the south of the city, no one is qualified to intervene."
Perhaps some forces want to intervene in this battle, but more people are just waiting in silence for the start of the battle by Yanming Lake, such as Ye Su who left the Taoist Temple.
When watching a battle, the best place is of course the heights. At this time, he was on the walls of Chang'an City, and his plain white clothes kept dancing in the night snow.
Many people think that the Xiling Temple does not want to see this battle between Xiahou and Ning Que. In fact, the envoy of the Temple has indeed raised objections to the palace, but he who represented Haotian Daomen Gate to Chang'an City, he would ignore the temple.
Although he also wanted to see Xiahou Ping'an return to his old age, he didn't mind the battle.
Because no matter how Ye Su deduces, he can't imagine that Ning Que may win.
Xiahou was able to win, which was great.
Xiahou killed Ning Que and offended the academy, which would be better.
Because of this, he would never be able to stay in Tang Kingdom and return to his old age, nor would he be able to shake his back on the wall. He could only swear to be loyal to the Taoist sect to the death.
"Although the Taoist sect has a good idea, we must first make sure that Xiahou can win."
A voice sounded on the city wall. The person spoke very slowly, but it was still so clear in the wind and snow all over the sky, which seemed to make people feel at ease.
The eldest brother walked to Ye Su and looked towards the dark Yanming Lake far below the city wall.
Ye Su said, "You're here again when we met in the morning?"
The eldest brother said, "Yes, come and have a look."
Ye Su asked, "What are you looking for?"
The senior brother looked at Ye Su and said with a smile: "You are now in a quiet sword. There is no third person except Mr. Liu Bai. There is no opponent in Chang'an City, so I want to see you."
Looking at you, it's actually looking at you.
Ye Su watched Ye Xue dance and fall in front of the city wall, and said expressionlessly: "No one in Chang'an City is my opponent, but there are many courtyards outside the city."
Tonight, the wind and snow are like anger, and there are many people sitting there in the snow.
The three worshipers of Qinghe County are sitting in the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake.
The snow fell from the sky, his face was indifferent, as if he didn't realize the cold money around him
Considering the interests of the Qinghe County Daxian and His Royal Highness, he could not disturb the battle by Hui Wu, but he felt something before, so he came to the forest and waited silently.
Ye Xuefeng slowly walked over to a monk.
The kapok swaying on the black monk's body and the hat on the head are so clearly visible, and naturally exudes a sense of openness.
The three worshippers frowned slightly as they watched the monk walking in the wind and snow.
A few years ago, he was already a great practitioner in the realm of knowing fate, but at this moment he found that he could not see the depth of this monk, and he couldn't help but feel extremely cautious and warlike.
The strong confronted each other, fighting for a moment of time. There was no need for any verbal temptation, nor did they need to ask the origin of the mountain gate. The three worshippers reached behind and held the hilt of the sword to pull it out.
The sword body rubbed against the sheath mouth, making a very subtle sound, just like a thunder flower falling on the thick snow. However, when the sword body was only half drawn, it was forced to stop.
The three worshippers' eyebrows were about to fly up, and their hands holding the hilt were trembling slightly, and all the cultivation in their bodies were sprayed out.
However, the sword in the sheath behind him did not continue to pull out, but slowly retracted it into the sheath.
The sound of the sword and the sheath rubbing was as quiet as falling snow, but it made him feel relieved.
The monk wearing a hat walked slowly in the wind and snow, only a few feet away from him.
The body of the San Guan Gong was extremely stiff, and his hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling as if Chengxue was dead branches. Looking at the monk, only fear was left in his usual proud eyes.
The monk did not move anyway, and there was no change in the breath of heaven and earth in the snow forest. He just walked slowly, and made a great practitioner in the realm of knowing the fate and could not get out the sword!
The three worshippers were extremely shocked. He could not imagine any practitioner in the world who could have such a method. In an instant, he guessed the origin of the monk and his pupils shrank sharply.
Someone from the Hanging Temple?
The three worshippers looked at the monk who was getting closer and closer, and looked at his gentle and firm eyebrows and eyes, and his stiff body trembled slightly due to fear.
He groaned, his face suddenly turned red, and his thin five fingers suddenly opened, escaping the traces of the aura of heaven and earth floating in the snow forest... He wanted to escape from the other party's control.
The monk raised his right palm and stood in front of him, his index finger bent slightly, and he formed an unconscious handprint.
The wind and snow in the winter forest suddenly became worse.
Thousands of snow seemed to fall on the three worshippers of Qinghe County in an instant.
Those snowflakes sensed the supreme Buddha power in the monk's handprints, settled into the clothes of the three worshipers, and turned into countless invisible snow ropes, binding this person.
The monk glanced at him, his eyes full of compassion and compassion, and then he stepped back and walked past him on the thick snow, like a lakeside outside the winter forest.
The third priest Luo Bindi sat cross-legged in the snow, his cheeks that were flushed had already become extremely pale, and his eyes were filled with shame and fear. He was a highly respected ancestor of Qinghe County, and he practiced.
After entering the realm of knowing fate, he became extremely proud and confident. Even if he did not respect much of the legendary unknowable place like the academy.
On this stormy night, he finally met a monk from an unknown place. He finally understood that the legend is that even the great practitioners in the realm of knowing life have no capital for pride.
The three worshippers thought that he had been corpses in the princess's mansion and wanted to make some disputes between the academy and the Haotian Dao Gate. At this time, he was tied to death in the cold snow by the monk with a handprint. He couldn't help but feel endless.
I was ashamed and wished I could die.
On the high city wall Ye Su waved his hand to dispel the snowflakes within five feet of his front, looked at the dark forest of Yanming Lake Ether, and said coldly: "That stupid person from Qinghe County is extremely stupid, and the little borer is actually
It’s really annoying to think about getting into the torrent of your body.”
The eldest brother smiled and said nothing.
Ye Su said: "I originally wanted to kill that stupid guy, but since the mute took action, that's all."
The eldest brother shook his head and said, "How can I watch you violate Tang Rule?"
Listening to the word Tang Lu, Ye Su laughed slightly.
The eldest brother looked at the Yanming Lake and thought about the monk walking towards the lakeside through the winter forest, saying, "The battle between the younger brother and General Xiahou is probably a grand event in the eyes of many people in the world, so you can
Come to Chang'an City, and I just hope that there will be no trouble for my junior brother.”
Ye Su said: "You know I came to Chang'an City not because of this battle but because of Ning Que. The mute came for Ning Que."
The eldest brother knew very well that Ye Su wanted to point out what it was, but he remained silent and did not respond.
Ye Su looked at Yanming Lake and suddenly sighed: "At the fifteenth day, those people who appeared around the black line... except Tang, we all arrived."
The eldest brother said, "Actually, Tang is here. General Xiahou's injuries were left by him, so although his people did not come, his fists came."
Ye Su said: "It makes sense, but even though Xiahou had countless fists of Tang, in my opinion, Ning Que still had no chance in this cross-border battle."
"I know what you want to say and what you are worried about. I respect my junior brother, so I won't take action."
The eldest brother smiled and said, "Of course I know better. If the younger brother knew what the academy was thinking, he would definitely cry and beg me not to respect him."
Ye Su said: "Mr. Second Mr. blocked Xu Shi on the snow bridge. Who is this?"
The eldest brother said, "It means fairness."
Ye Su said: "Xiahou Huan's strength is far above Ning Que. Does the academy think this is also fair?"
The senior brother said: "The teacher once taught us that fairness is the will and has nothing to do with strength. As long as both parties are willing to do this and accept the rules, then fairness is."
Thinking that this passage was the words of the Master, Ye Su was silent for a long time.
Then he looked at Ye Lin by Yanming Lake, frowned slightly and said, "If that mute wants to open up and speak, there are not many people in this world who can stop him."
Ye Su turned around and looked at him and asked, "Jun Mo is stopping Xu Shi, you are watching me, who can stop him? I won't stop him, and even the moment he spoke, I can't stop him."
, Do you need to alarm the Master?”
The eldest brother looked at the lake in the cold winter night and frowned without saying a word.
The snow was dancing, and the monks were walking in the forest, walking towards Yanming Lake.
Fifteen years ago, in front of the black line, he smiled slightly, chewed his tongue, swallowed it into his belly, and never spoke again, practicing silent meditation to this day.
Tonight he stepped into the world again, no one knew whether he would speak or what he would say. People only knew that after fifteen years of closure, once he opened his lips, the Buddha's voice would be as clear as thunder.
Even Ye Su, the powerful successor of Zhishouguan, did not want to face the first sentence he said.
Who will talk to the monks?
Do you really need your master to go down the mountain?
At this moment, a very thin piece of snow fell from the sky above the night forest.
The snow was extremely thin, thin and transparent, as if it was a cicada wing.
(I’m going to go out to pick up the leader soon, and then go back to my parents’ home with her. The second chapter update should be very late, so I’ll report it to everyone.) (To be continued.