Ning Que took the iron bow very naturally, and the movement of nocking the arrow was also very natural. His expression was very calm. It looked like he was eating with chopsticks, but when he bent the iron bow, he aimed the dark and cold arrow cluster under the green tree.
When I saw the old monk in yellow beside the stone table, the quiet mountain stream was suddenly shrouded in a very cold murderous intention. "Po Feng Literature"
Looking at this scene, the wrinkled face of the old monk in yellow turned pale, not with fear, but with extremely strong anger and confusion, so much so that the monk's clothes trembled.
The old monk naturally knew that the Thirteen Arrows of the Yuan Dynasty, which shocked the spiritual world in the academy, was shot by Ning Que, the once powerful and perfect Prince Longqing. However, the person shot by this arrow was neither human nor ghost-like.
As a reclusive eminent monk in Lanke Temple, the old monk never thought that if he upheld the rules of Washan and just tried to stop Ning Que, the other party would have such a strong murderous intention and be ready to use the most powerful means.
What made the old monk even more angry and confused was seeing Ning Que's calm expression on the carriage when he was bending his bow and nodding an arrow. If he really wanted to stop him, he would probably shoot him with an arrow! Why would he dare to do this?
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The practitioners were respectfully watching the black carriage leave. Naturally, they saw this scene. Like the old monks in yellow, they were shocked and speechless. They had no idea why Ning Que would do this.
When worshiping Master Qishan, you must abide by the rules of Lanke Temple. For decades, there have never been any exceptions, even for the Liansheng Shrine. Even if you are a direct disciple of the Master, you feel that accepting such a test is detrimental to the academy.
With prestige, if you want to force your way in, you can do it, but why do you have to kill someone if you take action?
An older practitioner suddenly thought of some old events in the world of practice. He thought of Mr. Ke who caused countless bloody storms in the world. He also remembered that Ning Que, like Mr. Ke, was a member of the academy. He couldn't help but think of it.
I was so frightened that I didn't dare to look at the black carriage again.
The sharp iron arrow clusters glowed with a faint cold light, but there was no flicker. It was as if all the light was contained in the area of the arrow clusters. This can only mean that there is not even the slightest tremor in this iron arrow. It means that the iron arrow is holding
The hand at the end of the arrow is frighteningly stable, indicating that the person preparing to shoot the arrow is extremely indifferent.
The old monk in yellow looked at the iron arrow, knowing that the next moment he would be splashed with blood because he was already old and the arrow was too close to avoid. A trace of fear flashed on his old face, and then
It turned into a little anger, then into a little pain. It was pain that lasted for many years, and then it all turned into calmness and determination.
"He is worthy of being a member of the contemporary academy."
The old monk in yellow looked at Ning Que and said calmly: "The way we act does indeed have the domineering and cold-blooded legacy of Ke Haoran. However, I still have to abide by the rules, because the world needs rules to begin with. People like you and Ke Haoran
A person who doesn't want to abide by the rules can kill me but can't scare me."
"I don't know what painful memories my junior uncle left for you, Master, but as a disciple of the academy, I must say that my junior junior uncle has never been a domineering and cold-blooded person."
Ning Que looked at the old monk in yellow and said, "It's just that when someone who doesn't follow the rules meets those of you who uphold the rules, someone always needs to give in. Just like at this moment, I just need you to give in, Master."
The old monk in yellow said with a cold voice: "Why are we, the rule-abiding people, always the ones who give in?"
Ning Que said: "Before this question, I think we must first understand why you set these rules for others to abide by. And why others must abide by the rules you set. In fact, you also know very well that rules are only for the strong.
Rules are formulated to restrain or exploit the weak. What I admire most about my uncle is that he has become a strong man who can ignore any rules, but he has no idea of setting rules for others."
The old monk in yellow suddenly laughed, looked at Ning Que and said sternly: "How can there be anyone in the world who can ignore any rules? Ke Haoran was eventually punished by heaven and died. This is a warning to you now!"
After hearing this, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but his eyebrows slowly raised.
The disciples at the back of the academy naturally respected the Master the most, but the idol they worshiped the most was always the little uncle who rode a little black donkey and rode all over the place. But he died young in the end.
If they hear someone being disrespectful to the Master, the disciples in the back mountain may even smile slightly and not care. Because the Master is really a very interesting elder who can be teased, and the Master is still alive and well. If he is really angry, you can
Go and destroy that sect or small country yourself.
But if they hear someone who dares to be disrespectful to the junior uncle, the disciples in the back mountain may really fight him, because the black donkey is dead, and the junior uncle is no longer here, and he has no way to use the sword for himself.
say.
Ning Que is the most daring person in the world to kill, but because of Sang's illness, he has been silent and patient since he came to Washan, not wanting to kill people at will and affect Sang's treatment.
At this moment, he didn't want to endure it anymore. The bowstring of the iron bow gradually tightened between his fingers, making a slight squeaking sound, which meant that if the arrow was shot, someone would definitely die.
"I didn't feel like anyone was warning me."
He looked at the old monk in yellow and said: "And I am clearly warning you now that my carriage will be on the bridge and across the stream later. If you try to stop me, I will kill you."
If you say kill, kill, if you say kill, kill.
Everyone on the forest flat beside the stream looked at Ning Que's calm expression, and no one doubted his determination and ability.
Cheng Ziqing, the master of the Southern Jin Jiange who had always been silent before, saw how tense the atmosphere was. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart and took two steps forward to stop Ning Que.
But he only took one step before retreating, because he was a little shocked to find that even he couldn't break Ning Que's indomitable momentum at this moment.
The black carriage drove slowly towards the bridge.
The old monk in yellow stood up slowly, his expression calm and determined, ready to die generously.
Who can stop this?
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At this moment, the crisp sound of copper bells suddenly sounded on the mountain road.
The ringtone is crisp but not harsh, and there is naturally a soft and compassionate atmosphere hidden in it.
Listening to the ringing, several kingfishers flew out from the bamboos, landed on the mountain path, and jumped towards the ringing place, looking like devout believers worshiping the mountain.
An old voice sounded. The voice was extremely harsh and full of resentment. It should have come from the mouth of an old woman. It broke the Buddhist realm in the mountain in an extremely uncoordinated manner. The kingfishers that were jumping on the mountain road retreated in confusion.
Come down.
"Ning Que, you are still so cold-blooded and domineering. Is this the style of you Tang people? But don't forget, this is Lanke Temple. Do you really think that no one in the spiritual world dares to resist the power of your academy?"
After a while, another deep sound came from the bottom of the mountain path. The sound was like the bell of an ancient temple, but also like the singing of Buddha. The kingfishers on the mountain path who were feeling lost began to jump for joy again.
"In this peaceful place of Buddhism, even if you are a member of the academy, how can you make false statements and kill people?
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