Volume 2: The Lake of Winter Chapter 293: Fellow disciple of Snow Wall, mortal enemy in the winter forest
The fire on the snowy lake is gradually extinguished, and the chill is gradually rising. ""
Tang Xiaotang walked behind Ning Que, let go of Chen Pipi's hand, and suddenly knelt down with a snap, two puffs of snow flying on his knees, and then he kowtowed heavily.
Chen Pipi was slightly shocked.
Tang Xiaotang's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Thank you, my junior uncle, for cleaning up the family for Mingzong."
Ning Que did not step aside and accepted the gift calmly. He knew very well that the Demon Sect, which had withered in the world today, respected and feared his junior uncle, but the one who really hated him was the traitor Xia Hou. If Tang Xiaotang was not allowed to
Kneeling, she couldn't release the complex emotions in her heart at this time.
What's more, the fragments of Liansheng's consciousness are in his sea of consciousness. He can be regarded as the descendant of Liansheng. But he looked at the quiet night of the snow lake and said: "There are many people by the lake. When you kneel down, I'm afraid some
trouble."
Tang Xiaotang stood up and Chen Pipi wiped the ice and snow off her forehead. Looking at the redness and swelling on it, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. After listening to Ning Que's words, she replied: "What trouble are you afraid of in Chang'an City?"
Today's battle with Xiahou was not disturbed by any speculation from beginning to end. Of course, Ning Que knew very well that the academy must have played a role in it. Hearing Chen Pipi's words, he couldn't help but laugh, and suddenly there was something in his heart.
There is a lot of pride, this is Chang'an, and we are academy disciples, so there will be no trouble.
Just what to do next?
The hatred and murderous intention that had been accumulated for fifteen years were released as Xiahou's body fell into the lake, just like the mist spewed by the boiling lake water. Ordinary people feel extremely happy, excited and sentimental.
, you will probably feel a little empty and confused, or even at a loss.
If Ning Que was still the same Ning Que from Weicheng, he would have fallen into this mental state - after killing Xiahou, he seemed to have finished everything he wanted to do in his life, and had nothing to do anymore, and he didn't even know where to go.
Where - but it's different now, he
I have a home in Chang'an City. It is inconvenient to go back to Laobi Zhai on Lane 47. There is also a large house by Yanming Lake. Although it is dilapidated, it is still habitable. Besides, there is an academy in the south of Chang'an City, so you can always stay behind.
I found a thatched cottage in the mountains that belonged to me and Sangsang.
"Go home first."
Ning Que and Sang Sang supported each other and walked towards the house on the north bank of Hubei where the fire had long gone out. However, although the master and servant were not seriously injured today, their losses were extremely serious. They had already reached the moment when the oil and lamps were exhausted. At this time
As soon as my mind relaxed, my legs felt like lead, and I almost fell down as soon as I took a step. (《》)
Chen Pipi reacted very quickly, grabbed Ning Que's arm, and said angrily, "Sang Sang worked so hard tonight, do you still expect her to be able to help you? Will you die if you beg me?"
Ning Que said: "Don't be too nervous about me. After all, Xiahou is a Taoist guest. If this is reported back to Xiling or Zhishouguan, it will not be good for you in the future."
"I never thought about becoming a fat Taoist priest."
Chen Pipi said impatiently, then grabbed his arm and lifted him up, carrying him on his back, and walked toward the lake shore. Tang Xiaotang supported Sang Sang and followed behind.
On the quiet snow lake, the sound of crunching snow can be heard from time to time.
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Morning light is coming.
I don’t know how many people are watching around the lake tonight. People are looking at the two footprints on the snowy lake, looking at the people in front of the footprints, looking at Ning Que being carried by Chen Pipi and the inconspicuous little maid being supported, and their moods are
It's extremely complicated, and I always feel that what I see is not real.
Ning Que, who was in the Dongxuan realm, with the help of his little maid, killed the domineering General Xiahou, who was at the pinnacle of martial arts. In the eyes of many people, this was impossible, even if Ning Que was a disciple of his master.
, this kind of thing is still impossible to happen, because... this is a fair frontal battle.
It is not common for a high-level practitioner to die at the hands of a low-level opponent, but it is not rare either, because fighting has always been irrational. Methods such as assassination, poisoning, and traps can sometimes play a decisive role. The practice of the Dongxuan Realm
There are not one or two cases where a person dies at the hands of ordinary assassins, but this rarely happens in a head-on battle, because it is an absolute competition of strength.
Especially for a great practitioner who has advanced to the realm of knowing destiny, it is impossible for a practitioner in the lower realm to defeat him in a fair head-on battle.
Knowing destiny is a great threshold for spiritual practice. If you cross this threshold, you will be far away from the world of mortals.
In the records of the practice world, except for the powerful army that can use endless iron cavalry to coordinate with the terrain and exquisite tactics, and can kill the powerful people who know the destiny, there has never been a successful cross-border challenge to the powerful person who knows the destiny. According to the rumors, Ke Haoran
It has been done before, but there were no spectators in that battle. People only knew that the strong man in the Fate Realm died, and Mr. Ke from the Dongxuan Realm rode on the little black donkey and continued to move forward leisurely. ("")
This also means that the battle between Ning Que and Xia Hou at the Lake of Winter was the first time in countless years that there was an audience, and that a life-knowing level cross-border killing could be proven, and this will definitely be recorded in the Xiling Canon.
In this battle, Ning Que made a lot of preparations and could even be said to be a trap, but he was originally a talisman master, so no one had any doubts about his fighting style. The people watching the battle were just shocked that this academy's youngest
The methods used by his disciples in battle.
Whether it was the storm of talisman, or the Thirteen Yuan Arrows and the mysterious Lotus Field Thunder, the methods Ning Que used produced effects that outsiders could not understand, and seemed so powerful. Although his realm was still in the Cave Mystic Realm,
But these methods really have the power of the fate-knowing realm.
In the end, Sangsang shined brightly on the edge of the cliff, leaving everyone silent.
Tonight, many spectators in Chang'an City were stronger than Ning Que, but they were still extremely shocked, especially Ye Hongyu, who was standing on the wooden bridge on the west bank. She was the most shocked.
In today's world, she has always been the strongest among the younger generation in the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism, Demonology and the academy. No matter whether it is Prince Longqing or Monk Guanhai, not even Tang Xiaotang can take away a trace of her grace. However, tonight I saw
Ning Que and Sang Sang's performance made her suddenly have some other thoughts, so she closed her eyes and thought silently, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the night wind, as if she had understood some truth through this battle.
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On the snow-covered city wall, Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the distance. After being silent for a long time, he said: "The academy is indeed very strong, and this guy is also very strong."
After watching the battle all night, watching the thunder on the lake, the wind and snow dancing, the iron arrows, iron lotuses, iron guns and iron knives constantly clashing with the breath, Ye Su's view of Ning Que was constantly adjusting and changing.
In the beginning, Ning Que was just an ordinary person in his eyes, then he became good, and finally became very good. However, when Ning Que finally succeeded in killing Xia Hou, he realized that his opinion was still not accurate enough.
I don't even want to hide my admiration and appreciation for that guy anymore.
Today's Ning Que certainly cannot be his opponent as the successor of Zhi Shou Guan. However, at such a young age, he killed Xia Hou under such impossible circumstances. If he had studied in the academy for several more years and received many more teachings from his master,
Who can tell what height Ning Que will reach in the future?
Will there really be another Mr. Ke in the world?
Xiahou's death did not have any impact on Ye Su's mood. Even if another Ke Haoran came out of the academy, it would only be an admirable opponent for him, which would make him feel gratified. The most important thing is that he would not
I think Ning Que will become the second Mr. Ke.
He turned around and looked at Senior Brother and said, "You are still not sure yet?"
The senior brother asked: "The Xiling Temple said back then that it was an unreasonable judgment. Why do you insist on such a statement?"
"I have said that I believe that the God of Light may have made a mistake, but I will never judge arbitrarily. At that time, the teacher may have judged that Lin Guangyuan's son could not be the son of Pluto, so he thought that the God of Light had made a big mistake, and the temple would admit its mistake to the Tang Dynasty.
, but if Guangming’s inference is correct and the son of Pluto was indeed in the general’s mansion when he awakened, then who could it be if he wasn’t Lin Guangyuan’s son?”
Ye Su looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You know exactly who it is."
The elder brother said: "Without evidence, there is no reason."
Ye Su said: "Everyone is dead, but Ning Que is still alive. This is the evidence."
The elder brother said nothing.
Ye Su's words are very simple and seem to make no sense, but they cannot be refuted.
He can survive in any situation, he can survive even in situations where death seems inevitable. If he is not the Son of God blessed by Haotian, then he can only be the hero of the story.
Fifteen years after that black line came to the world, this story has already begun fifteen years ago and evolved without anyone knowing. The male protagonist in this story is the son of Pluto.
Ye Su believes that Ning Que is the son of Hades.
There was faint morning light in the distance in the east, and everything was quiet on the city wall.
I don’t know how long it took, but the senior brother said: “Teacher once said that if we are not sure about the existence of the existence above the sky, then we should maintain spiritual awe or vigilance, but not in this world’s life.
No matter how you deal with it, this is the way to get along."
Then he looked at Ye Su and said, "I'm not sure if Ning Que is the son of Hades. I believe he isn't, but I'm pretty sure he is my junior fellow student in the academy."
Ye Su quietly thought about the Master's words.
After a while, he looked at the Donglin beside Yanming Lake and said calmly: "Without evidence and without divine decree, even if the Taoist sect has doubts, it will not do anything to Ning Que. I think the mute needs to hear these words more.
, but I doubt that he, who can no longer speak, can hear this."
A mute is not really mute, and naturally he is not really deaf. The so-called whether he can hear or not means whether he wants to hear or not, and whether he is willing to believe what the academy says.
The senior brother looked at the winter forest, thinking about the Buddhist monk who was famous for his perseverance, and there was a hint of worry in his eyebrows. The Buddhist monk obviously came to Chang'an because of the rumors of the son of Hades, since he dared to expose it
Xingzang was naturally not afraid of bearing the pressure of the academy and would be unfavorable to Ning Que.
He really had no good solution to the mute monk, because as he often repeated but no one believed it - the senior brother was really not good at fighting.
Ye Su looked at the quiet night forest, and he always felt that something was wrong, because in the previous battle, the mute monk never took action, and he always felt that there were still people in the forest.
However, who in this world can avoid the eyes of him and the college master?
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the winter forest by the lake, and with the wind came a large field of mournful cicada sounds that made people cry. However, those cicada sounds seemed so pleasant.
Listening to the sound of cicadas, Ye Su's face suddenly turned extremely pale.
It's not fear, but dignity, and the emotion of meeting the most powerful enemy in this life.
Only a very clear whistle was heard.
The wooden sword he carried behind his back also screamed and suddenly came out of its sheath!
The sword was like a ray of light, flying away from the city wall, piercing the last hint of night before dawn, and stabbing towards the winter forest.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Su jumped off the city wall, his plain clothes trembled slightly in the morning wind, and flew away with the sword. His movement was so magical that it was indescribable, like a thin piece of snow in the wind, and seemed to be no slower than the flying sword.
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(I haven’t figured out the next volume yet, so I’m timid in advance, so it’s very difficult to write today. I’d like to report to you that I’ll draft the next volume before going to bed.)