Chapter 62 Killing and hoeing fields is not so tiring
Chapter 62: Killing people and hoeing fields is very tiring
First met at the age of four, able to sense at the age of six, no longer confused at the age of eleven, entered the Dongxuan at the age of sixteen, and spent more than ten years climbing from the lower level of the Dongxuan to the upper level of the Dongxuan, using continuous victories to gain the reputation of being invincible below the level of knowing one's fate.
No matter how you look at it, Wang Jinglue, a member of the Xuanfu of the Tang Dynasty, was a genius in spiritual practice.
But Wang Jinglue knew very well that if he didn't face those young men and women who occasionally came out of unknown places for a day, his reputation as a young monastic genius was not solid.
Therefore, he prefers others to say that he is a calm and experienced practitioner, and does not want the world to praise him as a so-called young genius in monasticism. He wants to have a demeanor that matches the advanced practitioners, so even though he is young, his body is very
He is healthy and has no lung disease. He always coughs twice from time to time.
But at this moment, he was sitting awkwardly in the spring rain, and he was really coughing. He was choking on the rain because of fear and confusion. His face was pale and he looked at the tall and thin Taoist who gradually appeared in the alley, and his body was shaking more and more.
sharp.
The tall and thin old man who walked out of the alley was wearing a dirty Taoist robe. There were countless oil stains and dirt on the robe. The triangular eyes on his face were flashing, and with those long sparse beards, he looked extremely obscene and indecent.
There is no appearance of an outsider.
"I spent half a day drawing this talisman, what do you think?"
The tall and thin Taoist looked at Wang Jinglue who fell down in the alley through the layers of rain curtains and asked seriously. Under his feet, the fat middle-aged man from the Prince's Mansion had turned into a dead body, and the clothes on his body were even
The skin underneath was cracked like paint flakes that had peeled off over the years, and it looked extremely scary.
Wang Jinglue smiled miserably, looked at the tall and thin Taoist and said dejectedly: "There are only a dozen of us in the Taoist Talisman of the Tang Dynasty. The one who is willing to wear Taoist robes is naturally one of the four Talisman Masters from the South Gate of Haotian Tao."
"It took a talisman master like Senior to draw a talisman that took half a day to draw. It was based on streets and alleys, and rainwater was used as ink. This well character is naturally terrifying... I just don't understand why Senior didn't just kill me.
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The Talisman Master of the South Gate of Haotian frowned slightly, waved his hand and drew a character in the air, driving away the annoying spring rain around him. He shook his head and said: "The monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the old man of the military department,
These people will die if they die, but you are different. I was ordered not to let you take action just to protect you."
"Wang Jinglue, you have already stood on the threshold of knowing your destiny at such a young age. It is really rare. I heard news from the academy. Both the Imperial Master and the Imperial Disciple have commented on you and think that you are very likely to succeed in forty years.
Touching the layer of paper above the Five Realms... It is not easy for our Tang Dynasty to produce a young genius, so you must try your best to live for another forty years!"
The expression on Wang Jinglue's face kept changing.
"Don't go back to the Prince's Palace. Go to the front line and serve for three years to atone for your sins."
After saying these words, the Talisman Master turned around and walked into the dark alley, murmuring: "Chunfengting Laochao is not a kitten or puppy. If he is so easy to kill, wouldn't I know how to kill him more than ten years ago?"
To kill?"
The green sleeves fluttered slightly, and the thin green steel sword that had fallen into the rain flew up with a buzzing sound and returned to Chao Xiaoshu's hand.
He looked back at Ning Que, who was standing behind him, and confirmed that no one was seriously injured except for some minor injuries. He nodded and sheathed his sword, left the carriage, and walked toward the front of the street.
Walking to the intersection of Chunfeng Pavilion and Hengyi Street, he stopped towards the small tree and looked at the place behind the rain curtain. Ning Que raised his arm to wipe the rain off his forehead and followed his gaze. After a long silence,
, he asked: "Are you still waiting for someone?"
"Hmm." Chao Xiaoshu put his right hand on the hilt of his sword and replied, "There is a man named Wang Jinglue, but it seems that he will not come."
Ning Que frowned, handed the knife from his right hand to his left, and asked, "Why."
Chao Xiaoshu looked back at the black mask on Ning Que's face and said with a smile: "It is not easy for our Tang Dynasty to produce a monastic genius. Maybe some people don't want to see him die in our hands."
"I don't have the confidence you have." Ning Que thought back to the series of battles tonight, thinking about those powerful practitioners, and thought that if Chao Xiaoshu hadn't been in front, he would have died long ago, and said with emotion: "
If it was your trump card that played a role, why didn't he take action earlier and insist on beating you to death?"
"I explained to you in Lane 47 that once that trump card is revealed, no one in the entire Chang'an City would dare to touch it. Then there is no way of knowing how many trump cards those nobles have in their hands and what their intentions are."
Chao Xiaoshu suddenly said: "Walking with me?"
Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped off the rain and blood on the blade with his sleeve, put it back into the sheath behind his back, and nodded.
The rain was lighter than before, and it fell in the streets around Chunfeng Pavilion.
Chao Xiaoshu's hand left the hilt of the sword, clasped it behind his back, and walked on the quiet street. The green shirt on his body was still straight, and his face was still calm. It was just a few points paler than before the battle. Other than that, there seemed to be no change.
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Ning Que followed him, tearing off the corners of his clothes and pricking the wounds on his left arm as he walked. Although the bloody wounds were shallow and thin, he was still accustomed to saving every drop of blood after coming out of Minshan.
and strength.
On the rainy alley and wet street, the two of them walked around the Chunfeng Pavilion, like a pair of lion brothers and tiger brothers who had just experienced a bloody battle and began to patrol their territory.
Walking back to the main entrance of the Chao Mansion, a faint look of exhaustion appeared on Chao Xiaoshu's face. He rubbed his brows, lifted the lapel of his green shirt, and sat on the wet stone steps.
Several remaining Tang soldiers rushed towards him with shouts.
Ning Que pulled out the simple sword from his back with his backhand and slashed it in front of him. Each sword strike would cut down an opponent. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who rushed to the stone steps fell one after another like trees. At the same time, he
He kept muttering in his mouth: "How can a person wander in the rivers and lakes without being knifed? I will chop you to death with one knife, I will chop you to death with two knifes..."
Chao Xiaoshu sat on the wet stone steps, using the scabbard to support himself tiredly. Looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He had already seen that Ning Que's sword skills led the army to
The shadow of swordsmanship, but more subtle choices of timing and position, are truths that can only be understood between life and death.
Ning Que's sword was steady and even simple, but occasionally it was as strange and erratic as raindrops. He always adhered to the principle that it takes the least effort to draw the sword, but the place where the sword lands must be the weakest part of the opponent.
"This is the real way to kill people."
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the blades of light, recalling the strong will, heart, and excellent judgment ability shown by Ning Que in those scenes during the battle. Then thinking about his true age, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What a pity, little guy."
It is impossible to practice, otherwise the future of the Tang Empire will surely occupy a very important position."
Looking at the body soaked in the rain like rotten wood in front of the house, looking at the young man holding a simple knife and panting, he smiled at Xiaoshu and said: "Can killing be a little poetic? When you kill, it's more like...
Hoe the fields.”
Ning Que turned around, and the simple knife on his shoulder brought up a trail of blood. He looked at the middle-aged man on the stone steps, pointed at the night rain falling from the sky, and said breathlessly: "There has always been moisture, and as for hoeing...