Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 200, Someone Comes to the World
The drunkard did not accept Ning Que's invitation and said, "I don't want to come in today."
Ning Que's voice got louder and he said, "Still don't dare to enter?"
The drunkard's expression gradually faded, and the white snow and black earth scattered with the wind, and he said: "For countless years, I have only been accompanied by wine and meat, especially the things in the cup. Only drunkenness can relieve worries. Wine can make people angry and relieved.
I chose the latter, but that doesn’t mean I can’t choose the former.”
Ning Que stared into his eyes and continued: "But you still dare not enter."
The drunkard said: "You can come out."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'm timid."
The drunkard said: "How dare you dare to stab the patron in the snowy street?"
Ning Que said: "I don't dare to leave the city, naturally I am timid. What about you? Do you dare to enter?"
The drunkard said: "These words are really boring."
Ning Que said: "If you have the ability, come in, if you have the ability, come out, if you have the ability, come up, if you have the ability, come down. This is something that children only do when they quarrel. It is indeed boring, and can even be said to be embarrassing. As a latecomer,
Gu, I can be embarrassed, can you be embarrassed too? It’s better to just come in."
This conversation was actually about people talking about their own things. It looked a little ridiculous and even cute, but there were so many frost knives and snow swords hidden in it that it was so cold that it penetrated the bones.
Ning Que's words kept moving forward.
What he wants to do is to invite the drunkard into Chang'an. Regardless of whether the other party accepts it or not, in this sudden and dangerous meeting, the academy can find the opportunity it wants.
This is the academy’s decision.
The drunkard only used one method to defeat the academy's policy.
He raised the flask and started drinking. He had to use his mouth to drink, so naturally he couldn't speak.
Not speaking does not mean rejection, nor does it mean acceptance.
It was quiet in front of the South City Gate. You could only hear the sound of wine pouring into the drunkard's chest and abdomen. The sound was like a waterfall pouring into a pool, a gurgling stream, and finally like a big river about to overflow.
As mentioned before, if the Master is not in the world, then no one can make the drunkard speak, let alone anyone who can hold his hand and invite him to enter the city or go home.
The drunkard puts down his flask.
Ning Que looked at the free wine stains on his front and suddenly laughed.
His smile was a little helpless, a little self-deprecating, and a little gloomy.
The drunkard is a great practitioner who has survived the eternal night, and is a senior who all masters have asked. Even though he has the city of Chang'an behind him, he wants to disturb the other person's state of mind with simple words. What an arrogant idea.
The smile on his face gradually faded, he looked at the drunkard and said: "In that case, you can leave the carriage here, and I will naturally send someone to pick it up later."
The drunkard looked at him and smiled and said: "How can I leave without handing it back to you personally?"
With these words, the situation in front of the city gate suddenly reversed. Previously, Chang'an City had taken the initiative or the first move, but now it was the drunkard who challenged Chang'an City with these words.
With Ning Que's state, it should have been difficult to deal with it, but he is a person who has experienced life and death and has seen different worlds. His state of mind is more determined and fearless than anyone imagined.
"I am a coward, a scum, a second-rate idiot, I have voyeurism, I molested young girls, I am cruel, cruel and timid. I am such a scumbag that I can't even be kept in a pile with a broom."
Ning Que looked at the drunkard and said seriously: "I have never been shameless. No matter what, I will definitely not step out of Chang'an City today. Even if you resurrect my wife and bring her in front of me and say you want to kill her, I will not come out."
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If you can maintain an indifferent attitude towards many things, emotions or dignity, including yourself, then you will naturally be fearless. There is another way of saying this attitude.
Without love, there is no fear; without desire, there is no seeking, and nature is strong.
The drunkard understood what he meant, and realized that no matter what he did, no matter how many people he killed, he could never force Ning Que out of Chang'an City, so he stopped trying.
This time he left the secluded town and came to Chang'an. In addition to being entrusted by others, he also wanted to see the academy after the master left and see what kind of person Ning Que was.
He was not disappointed - the master's vision in selecting his students was indeed not disappointing - so he was a little disappointed, because the world seemed to continue on the same track as before.
Because he was a little disappointed, he sighed softly and patted the carriage beside him.
His movements were very casual, and his palms fell very gently, without adding any force.
The carriage suddenly became shorter. That was because the wheels made of fine steel chains were all sunk into the hard ground. Then, under the terrifying counter-shock force, the carriage suddenly jumped up and reached mid-air.
This carriage is the relic of Master Yan Se. It is made of fine steel and is extremely heavy. If the talisman array is not turned on like this, it will be broken when it encounters the road... Such a heavy steel carriage was gently knocked by a drunkard.
The palm was shot into the air, as if it were shooting a rubber ball.
Just wave your sleeves again.
The spring breeze is slightly chaotic.
The heavy steel carriage roared toward the city gate like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet!
Ning Que tightened his grip on the pestle.
Countless rays of powerful heaven and earth vitality poured out from the city gate hole and poured into his body along the formation eye pestle, instantly filling the snowy mountain air sea and providing him with an endless stream of telepathy and strength.
A clanking sound!
He drew his sword to cut off the spring breeze.
The iron knife struck the carriage.
The black carriage suddenly stopped, hanging in the spring breeze in front of the city gate.
The first spring thunder of this year exploded in front of the south gate of Chang'an. Several light cyan air currents spread out in all directions from the place where the iron knife came into contact with the carriage.
In an instant, these light cyan airflows expanded to a radius of dozens of feet, looking like several light masks.
Ning Que and the black carriage were in the center of the light cyan mask.
The light cyan mask actually only lasted for a very short time before it shattered with a slight sound.
Countless fragments of the breath of heaven and earth sprayed out in all directions. Before the trees outside the city gate had time to pull out their green buds, their waists were broken, and the gravel on the official road was shot away like arrows.
This city wall has withstood thousands of years of wind and rain, and there are already traces of weathering on the surface. It was so horribly shaken that countless blue bricks were recorded on one side, falling like a heavy rain, and the sound of crashing was endless.
The green bricks on the city wall became more and more mottled when the wind stopped and the smoke and dust collected, but no obvious damage could be seen. On the contrary, in those places where the breath had cut them off, the green bricks that could be seen were extremely smooth, as if they were new bricks.
It is impossible to shake Changzhi City after all.
"It's really interesting." The drunkard said as he looked at the city wall.
Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "But you don't mean anything. You have to know that there are many things I haven't done for thousands of years, but that doesn't mean I really can't do them."
Ning Que sheathed his knife, and the black carriage finally fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.
He looked at the drunkard and said: "It's just a joke, senior, can you take it seriously?"
He was smiling when he said this, even though there was a feeling of disgust in his chest and stomach.
Because he must laugh. At certain moments, only a smile can prove his strength.
Then he started to cough, and inadvertently took half a step back. He turned slightly sideways and grasped the handle of the knife and the pestle in his hand. One hand was as cold as ice, and the other was as hot as flowing lava.
"The reason why I say you are boring is because you are not good at it."
The drunkard looked at him and said: "After your teacher left, there will be no one left."
Ning Que knew that he couldn't do it because he couldn't leave Chang'an City, but the teacher could take his senior brother to travel around various countries in an ox cart for many years.
"The most important thing is that it is still not up to you to decide whether you can write that word or not."
The drunkard seemed to be really disappointed, and his brows were a little sad.
Ning Que wanted to save something and said: "At least I have written it before, and the fact that you dare not enter the city is proof of this."
The drunkard said: "No matter how big Chang'an City is, it is still just a city, and it is still too small compared with the world."
Ning Que said: "One day I will leave Chang'an."
The drunkard said: "Even if you have the courage, you can't turn the whole world into Chang'an. We are all part of this world, so how can we change the world? Your teacher didn't do it, and I can't do it either Chen
If you can’t do it, why can you do it?”
Ning Que couldn't answer.
The negotiations between the academy and the temple are at a stalemate, at a very delicate and critical moment. At this time, the emergence of a powerful and reclusive person like Drunkard who can change the world's situation naturally has his own purpose.
The academy and the Tang Dynasty really didn't want to see that kind of change.
"I don't understand why you came to Chang'an."
Ning Que looked into the drunkard's eyes and said, even if the current academy or he was unable to change the relationship between Haotian and the world for countless years, the drunkard should not appear here.
He looked into the drunkard's eyes and said seriously: "In my dream, you and the butcher were both looking at me, which means that just like the previous moment, you both still have hope."
"Dreams are often the opposite of reality," said the drunkard.
Ning Que said: "Teacher said that both you and Butcher have experienced the last Eternal Night. If this is the case, it proves that Haotian has nothing to do with you. Why do you want to show up? Why do you want to come to Chang'an?"
"I've drank too much over the years, and I've been mostly drunk. I often don't know if I'm in a dream or if it's real, but even in my dreams, I've never dreamed of what it looks like at night."
The drunkard looked at him and said: "Because that is the picture I fear most."
In the long eternal night, countless human beings died, and no one could retain such a long-term memory. Only drunkards and butchers had that seemingly endless cold and dark memory.
This fear is very understandable.
"After that day, the moon suddenly appeared at night. The butcher and I were a little surprised, especially since the moon never dissipated. This is probably the hope you said before that I had."
The drunkard said: "We also thought we could continue watching. Although hiding is annoying, there should be no problem if we persist for a few hundred years, but God always fails to fulfill our wishes."
Ning Que felt a little cold and asked, "Haotian found you?"
The drunkard said: "Yes."
Ning Que was silent for a long time and murmured: "I haven't found you for thousands of years. Why...why can I find you at this time?"
The drunkard didn't answer him. He looked up at the sky and thought silently: "When he is in the sky, he is too far away from the ground, so it is naturally difficult to find us. But if he comes to the world, where can we hide?"
Everything was a foregone conclusion, and Ning Que felt very tired.