Nightfall

Chen Pippi and his party returned to Chang'an City. Ning Que followed them at the gate, but found no figure of the master.

"Senior brother has something to leave, so you don't have to worry."

Chen Pipi looked at him and said, "This time, you don't have too much psychological burden. My father acted like the meaning of Tianxiaxi. No one knows where it will fall. It's not your fault. . "

Once again, there was no anger and disappointment, just comfort. Ning Que knew that Chen Pipi was such a person. There was no accident, but he felt heavier, especially when Brother Si saw him with a sigh.

Ning Que raised his hand, paid homage to them and those of the Jiangge disciples, and then said to Chen Pipi: "After all, it is my fault."

Chen Pippi said: "The teacher once said that those who seek benevolence are benevolent and have no complaints. Brother should be in this mood when he leaves. Those who live leave each have their own benefits. Since that is the case, what's wrong? Yes. "

Brother Si also said: "If you really think you are wrong, don't make mistakes in the future."

Ning Que turned to look at the countless busy teams on the official road outside the city gate and said: "I will not give myself the opportunity to make mistakes again."

People who have been away for a few years have returned home, and many people have left home to go to the frontier. With the passage of time, the situation on the mainland has become more tense, and the Tang Dynasty has ushered in the most difficult situation, and it has also begun the most thorough and powerful. The mobilization of people, the resources and spiritual temperament accumulated over the millennium have been revealed at this moment, no matter whether it is a teacher in the countryside or a woman in the blue house, no one is afraid of the coming of war. Just quietly looking forward.

Innumerable yin and heavy grains were transported from the standing warehouses of various states and counties, and countless iron rides left from military camps around the country and drove to various borders. The newly built northeastern frontier army, whose number is far from being restored to the peak of the Xiahou leader, also began to prepare for the extinction of the swallows. The combat plan gradually formed a definite plan. It is Tu Chengjing's plan.

Yu Linjun went south from Chang'an. Having arrived at the plain behind the Qingxia, he joined the Zhengnan Army, which has been guarding the Qingxia for several years, to prepare to attack the hundreds of thousands of Nanjin troops in Qinghe County in the south and the cavalry guards of the Xiling Temple.

The most critical and most dangerous battlefield is still in the northwest of the empire. The gold account Wangting Ju family went south. A national annihilation battle will inevitably happen. Numerous military orders were issued from Beidaying to the frontier, and the 200,000 most elite Zhenbei troops had already assembled, ready to use their blood and life. Compete with the barbarians on the grasslands.

It was only a few years since the original night. Tang Jun severely lacked war horses. The trained old cavalry can only be arrayed in front and played in the form of infantry. It seems disturbing in any way.

In the coldest days of winter, Jun Youxian and Chen Qi finally returned to Chang'an City, went down the river from the south of Xiling, and then passed through the jungle. They secretly bypassed the lunar kingdom and returned to Tang Realm. They suffered a lot. Fortunately, the letter was not lost.

Ning Que took over the letter with sweat stains, knowing that You Youxian had been hiding the letter for several decades, and could not help raising her eyebrows slightly. Things, do n’t she understand that the message is much safer? ——Unless Ye Hongyu wants to say something to him, he can't let others know, even if he trusts You Youxian and Chen Qi, he can't know the slightest.

Smashing the firemark and tearing open the envelope, he pulled out the thin paper and looked at it. When he saw the words she wrote, there were very few words on the paper and it did n’t take long to read, but those words were very important , So he watched for a long time.

"impossible."

This was Ning Que's first reaction after seeing Ye Hongyu's inference.

After the spring wind and rain, he never felt her presence again. He looked at the giant ship and sailed towards the Kingdom of God in the sky of the sky. He thought she must have returned to the Kingdom of God. For him, she was dead. Too.

What if Ye Hongyu is right?

Many things may be able to find the answer, such as where the subjective choice points, but I still can't find why he chose the deepest and most true answer that way. Of course, for Ning Que, these things are not important. All his spirits were swallowed by the literal meaning of this letter. Did she return to the kingdom of God and still live on earth?

Ning Que knew that it was time to leave Chang'an City. He was silent for a long time. He went into the palace and talked with Li Yuchang overnight. He explained many things clearly, wrote a letter to Mo Shanshan, and finally tore it off again. Then he boarded the tower.

He was watching the scenery from the watchtower.

Sang Sang was born in that year, and he watched it for a long time when he was in the Xiling Temple. Later, when she left the world, he thought that after she left the world and returned to the kingdom of God, he watched it for a long time. He looked at countless strong men, looked at Yun Zuyunliu, he looked at the great rivers and mountains in the world, at the city and the country, but in fact, he was also looking for, he wanted to use her own eyes to find her Traces left.

It was early in the morning, he boiled a pot of green vegetable porridge next to the city wall hut, took advantage of the heat, and drank the whole body with heat, and the falling snowflakes melted upon touching his face.

Then he walked to the wall, facing the world, bowing and arrowing.

With the help of the shocking array of Chang'an City, his Yuan Thirteen Arrows can do many incredible things, but he also has to be subject to many restrictions. To really play a role, many conditions are required, such as autumn in front of Linkang City Palace He wanted to cooperate with his brother to try to kill the drunkard. Once he was noticed by the drunkard, it would be very difficult to have an effect.

For these and other reasons, his iron arrows did not appear in the sky of the world for many years after the Taoshan Light Festival.

At this point, he pointed to the world, who really wanted to shoot?

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After Ye Su's death, Long Qing left the Song Dynasty capital, took two thousand temple guards cavalry, and went north in the snow. Then the elder brother left, and he went to find Chen Pipi and his party who had gotten rid of their difficulties first. Just like in the past years, the drunkard followed him.

——It's nice to say or to say that the art is sour and smelly. It's like a piece of fallen leaves following the autumn wind. It's hard to say that it's like bone gangrene.

The elder brother found Chen Pipi and his party and escorted them through the heavy chase of the Xiling Temple to return to Tang Realm. Then he did not continue to follow, watching them enter Chang'an City, and then left first, not knowing where to go.

At that time, if the drunkard entered into the distance at the same time, or could catch up with the master, as before, but somehow, his reaction was slow for a moment, his feet were a little stagnant on the cold snow, and it seemed to be frozen, so He lost his whereabouts.

Because the drunkard doesn't want to chase. Travel all the way. He has a lot of time to think, he is getting closer and closer to the truth, he guessed the reason why Li left slowly, so his reaction was slower. The figure has also become a lot sullen. He turned and walked east.

His footsteps left a clear mark on the snow. There was heat in those footprints, sweat flowing down-he was sweating a lot because of fear. Because of the truth, the older brother said in the Song Dynasty capital that he would regret it, yes, he began to regret it.

The town is east of Tang Guo. He walked slowly on the snow. He walked back to the town the next day. Instead of going back to his home, he went to the only painting and calligraphy shop in the town next door. Tree tea pot to drink good tea.

Tea is not as good as wine after all-the drinker held the small porcelain cup with two fingers, looked at the clear yellow tea in the cup, and felt the slight astringency between the lips and teeth. I thought that at least the astringent tea can be drunk, but the astringent wine is not Drank.

Zhao Xiaoshu sat opposite the tea case, with a calm expression, holding a teacup and sending it to the Sifangtiandi, washing tea with tea, boiling tea with the sea, a handful of old tea, with the new white steaming in the iron pot Water, there is a wonderful tea.

The two did not speak, but just drank the tea quietly. The drinker liked this feeling. He felt that Chao Xiaoshu was qualified to drink tea with himself. Unfortunately, the other was just an ordinary person, otherwise he might ask the other to drink himself. The wine in the jug.

The shop is still the two guys who are said to be relatives of the boss, but with the passage of time, the two brave young men in Changan City have now become youths, and the expression between their eyebrows has become much calmer.

Zhang San and Li Si are playing chess. They play black and white chess. They are very attentive. They do n’t even notice the eyes of the drunkards. They frown and think hard, like the legendary saints, such as those at the Lanke Temple or the academy. That's right.

In the past, they also dropped chess pieces in front of the drunkards. At that time, they were very nervous-they were the only third-generation disciples except Tang Xiaotang in the academy. If everything goes well, they should be Junmo or Yulian many years later. A new generation of mountain monsters-if you let the drinkers know this, they will die very thoroughly. No matter how powerful their teachers are, they will not be able to save them. There is no way for the dead to be saved. Li slowly and Junmo will not work either. .

In the eyes of drunkards, Zhang San and Li Si's chess is extremely bad. Of course, it is not that it is really bad, but his vision is too high.

People who have lived for tens of thousands of years are easily bored, so naturally they will try all interesting things, such as games.

He and the butcher have long overturned those human games and played them countless times, and great spiritual practitioners like him have extremely high IQ and can imagine the level of realm, even if his talent is not added to the chessboard. In addition to the few people in the backyard of the academy and the Lanke Temple, no one really beat him on the chessboard.

People with high levels watch people with low levels play chess. After seeing it for a while, the drinker felt bored. At this time, the fifth bubble tea soup had already been drunk. The leftover tea was gone, and the new brew was not necessary. He felt a lot quieter and stood up. After ridiculing Zhang Sanli and Siliang, he talked to Chao Xiaoshu about the latest news of the county school and walked out of the shop.

He still did not go back to the house or go to the restaurant, but went to the only butcher shop in town-in fact, that restaurant is also the only one. From this perspective, many things in this town are unique. Or this is exactly what he and the butcher wanted.

The butcher shop was dim and smelly everywhere. It was a mixture of blood, meat and visceral feces and urine. The drunkard frowned slightly, softened his sense of smell, and found a slightly cleaner place to sit. Down.

The butcher was shaving the pig's trotters. A dozen or so fat trotters were neatly laid on the chopping board. He was receiving the burning of the fire in his hand. With a slight noise, the faint scent gradually spread out. The surface of the trotters also turned slightly yellow.

The drunkard looked at the scene, shook his head, took the hip flask from his waist and started drinking. He knew why the butcher refused to give up this camp or hobby, but he had no hobby in this respect.

When the pig's trotters are finished, they have to be cut open, and the butcher picks up the greasy kitchen knife. He was about to cut down, but his arms suddenly became stiff, because he noticed the strangeness of the drunkard, because the drunkard said too little today.

The butcher turned to look at him for a while, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He and the drinker lived in this town for many years. Earlier, they lived in other towns. They know each other very well, and it is very difficult to understand.

In those many years, they were just hiding, enjoying the fun that had been enjoyed countless times and became very boring. It was not until these years that they came back to the world.

More precisely. The drunkard appeared in the world because he was faster, but the butcher still slaughtered pigs and slaughtered sheep in the butcher shop as before. Every day accompanied by trotters and sheep's head blood basin. But if something happened that day that the drunkard couldn't solve. He naturally inserted the butcher knife into his waist, walked out of the butcher's shop, and began to kill.

He knew what the drunkard was doing recently-to stare at the Master's first apprentice. Then went to Song Guoguo. He also knew that Ye Su was dead, and when he sensed the holy light by the East China Sea, he was also moved by the hidden sacred meaning.

The drunkard did not directly answer his question, but continued to drink, drinking like a whale, drinking in an infinite amount of time. It had been a long time before he put down the jug, until half an hour later, the jug was finally empty after dropping the last drop of liquor .

Except for being drunk by Sang Sang, the jug was never really empty-today it is empty, and the innumerable amount of wine in the jug was poured into the belly by drinkers.

The butcher's expression became very dignified. He had not seen the drunkard so nervous for many years. The last time was the day when Haotian came to the town, and the previous time was the old oxen dragging a broken car. The moment I entered the town.

The drunkard put down the hip flask and looked up at him.

With this action, the wine poured into his belly turned into sweat, overflowing from the tens of thousands of pores on the surface of his body, and in the bang, his body became the source of a waterfall, and countless clear water spewed down, Flowing around, in an instant, all the bone residue and blood on the floor of the meat shop were washed.

His body was like a wine sac, which was emptied at this time. After the water was washed on the ground, the cold wind blowing from the outside of the butcher shop was irritated. It suddenly disappeared, and countless airflows spit out all around. There is no peace.

The butcher looked at his pale cheeks, the knife held tighter in his hand.

"One thing ... there may be something, I did it wrong."

The drunkard looked at him and muttered, "Li slowly said that I would regret it. Now I think of it, I really regret it. I don't know if I can recover it."

The butcher frowned slightly, inserted the knife into his waist hand, and walked in front of him, saying: "Ye Su died, it's a good thing."

The drunkard said: "Now it seems that both the academy and Taomen want to weaken Haotian ... then Ye Su's death is not necessarily a good thing."

The butcher asked: "What do you mean?"

"I didn't think about it at the beginning. I didn't think of a certain possibility until I watched Li slowly over Changan without getting in."

A bit of palpitation flashed in the eyes of the drunkard, saying: "He ignored Chang'an City and left like this, disappeared without a trace, Chen Mou left Taoshan, and didn't know where he went. What did they want to do? There is nothing better than the whole world more important?"

The butcher usually doesn't talk much, looks a little clumsy, and sometimes shows cowardice, but in fact he never lacks wisdom, he soon wants to understand that it is more important than the whole world ... Of course it is The Kingdom of God.

He looked up and looked through the corners of the asbestos tiles above the butcher shop, and landed on the dark sky dome, as if to see the movements in the kingdom of God.

Confucius and Haotian have been fighting there for several years. There is no message to the world, there is no thunder and rain, no hurricane and no oracle.

But that is destined to be the most important battle in the world since its birth, and will determine the direction of the world. As the saying goes, the peach and the li do not say anything, and the mountains do n’t say anything, the autumn wind wants to avoid it, well, these metaphors are inappropriate.

In the realm of the butcher and drinker, it is natural to feel that in that battle, the Master has no advantage, and that round of the moon is gradually bleak.

He sat down in front of the drunkard, picked up the bucket from the side, and began to drink water. It was like a whale swallowing the ocean. Only endless clear water could calm the dryness of his heart.

That is the dryness caused by anxiety.

Both Guanzhu and Li slowly disappeared. What they are looking for in the world is more important than the whole world, that is, the kingdom of God-or that is a great existence that everyone thinks has returned to the kingdom of God.

Without mentioning the academy, I would only say that what the observer will do after finding that existence? Everything he does points to things that are not very good.

The more the butcher thinks, the more fearful he is. Does anyone dare to kill Haotian? The idea was etched in his body like a boning knife, making him itchy to the utmost, pain to the extreme, panic to the extreme, and uneasy to the extreme.

I do n’t know how long it took ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He finally put down the bucket, and the fresh water he drank into his body turned into sweat slurry, and the wet clothes and leather apron dribbled on the ground and flowed through again. It's just that the water has a slight **** smell.

"Even if Haotian didn't return to the kingdom of God, why did he kill her? Why ... dare he kill her? Why should he kill her?"

"As for why ... I do n’t understand, even if the new church weakens her, even if she in the kingdom of God cannot help her because of the Master, but where can he overcome? His arrogance makes me uneasy Puzzled. "

The drunkard said pale: "Why did he kill her ... I dare not think about it, I don't think even the Buddha dare to think that way."

The butcher's face was extremely ugly, and he shouted: "He's actually ... courageous ... sponsored!"

The drunkard said in a slight voice: "Why did he have the courage before?"

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(This month, I will spend a good time with everyone, shaking hands.) (Unfinished to be continued ...)