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Just as Qu Ni Ma Di was quiet after asking this sentence earlier, it was not that no one didn't believe what Ning Que said, but that no one dared not believe what Ning Que said. The reason is also the same simple, not because Ning Que has such a noble and holy reputation, but because he is ranked thirteenth in the mountain behind the academy, and there is a gentleman named Master.

For people in the world, the Xiling Temple is naturally the most sacred and solemn place, and the academy in the southern suburbs of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, is the most noble place. The Tang Empire's iron cavalry peeked into the world, and the domestic politics were harmonious, a big reason was because most of the court and county chiefs had an educational background in the academy, and the ordinary academy was already a behemoth, not to mention the legendary two-story academy?

On the second floor live the personal disciples of the master, those people rarely walk in the world, and gradually become legendary figures, but occasionally in front of the prince, can be light princes, weak ministers, even against the leaders of various sects and even the big figures of the temple, like such a character, who has the courage to jump out and question?

Mo Shanshan once said to the same door at the hot spring on the shore of the blue sea that false name is the most powerless thing, and the power is always only in the power itself, just as the pen and ink are always only in the pen and ink itself, so today's discussion in the account of the meadow horse thief, the true feelings in everyone's hearts are biased towards the disciples of Mochi Yuan, she is also famous all over the world, but standing opposite her is the temple is the moon wheel country, so no one believes it, dare not believe it.

The person who said the same words at this time was Ning Que, and behind him stood the two unattainable peaks of the Master and the Tang Empire, so at this time, the person who spoke the most powerful was him.

The exclamation finally broke out, and the people in the tent looked at Ning Que, shocked and didn't know how to speak, only the sound was forcibly suppressed but couldn't suppress the sigh of exclamation, and then, all the sounds disappeared again, and the tent returned to the previous silent state, except for the sound of breathing that became a little short.

For the cultivation of various sects, Ning Que is definitely not an unfamiliar name, although the other party seems to have directly broken into the cultivation world full of vitality in a gesture that no one expected this spring.

Under the instruction of the Grand Priest of the Ruling Division, the temple has been proclaiming his name, so all the Haotian believers in the world quickly learned that there was a person named Ning Que, who had helped another legendary powerhouse in the Chunfeng Pavilion of Chang'an City overnight, killing a monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom and a sword master of the Southern Jin Dynasty. People all over the world know that this person named Ning Que defeated Prince Longqing, who was dazzling and perfect like a god, in the competition on the second floor of the academy.

What is even more shocking to the world is that everyone knows that this name called Ning Que appeared on the Japanese scroll of the seven heavenly books, although no one has read the heavenly book, although many people have doubts about it, but since this news was transmitted to the world with the consent of the Xiling Temple, it will not be false.

He had just entered the second floor of the academy, and he had become a descendant of the Divine Rune Master, and he was even more qualified to write his name on the Book of Heaven, how could such a heart-shaking encounter not make the young cultivators of the various sects in the tent shocked, awe-inspired, and envious?

And I don't know if it's because of the old things in the Chunfeng Pavilion overnight, and the dead in the old things, the eyes of the disciples of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion and the monks of the White Pagoda Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom, in addition to awe and envy, there is also a bit of hostility.

The most shocked person was actually the disciple of Mochi Yuan, the little face of the lynx girl was slightly red, and she looked at Ning Que in a daze, her bright eyes were full of joy and disbelief, and the girls covered their lips tightly, so that they did not scream because of the shock.

They originally thought that Ning Que was just an ordinary student of the academy, but where did they think that he would be the personal disciple of the master, thinking of the time when they met in the hot springs and killed the enemy side by side in the wasteland, they couldn't believe their ears.

After Mo Shanshan heard the name, he looked at Ning Que's gaze for a moment, and the pair of hands in his sleeves that were habitually holding the pen shaft trembled a little, and there was still no expression on her slightly round cheeks, but there was a little more tiredness between her eyebrows. Inserting the small saber in her hand back into Zhihua's waist, she sat back in the chair in silence, her scattered gaze looked a little confused, and she didn't look at Ning Que again.

Ning Que didn't notice the slight changes in the girl's feelings at this time, and after sitting down next to General Shu Cheng, he didn't say anything more, just quietly looked at Lord Tianzhi Si Zuo.

Because he didn't look at Qu Ni Ma Di again, the expression of the noble aunt became more and more gloomy and ugly.

The Heavenly Oracle Division didn't look at Qu Ni Ma Di, he looked at the snow white hair falling in front of him, suddenly smiled slightly, quickly made a decision, looked at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, how do you think this matter is handled?"

Hearing the title of Mr. Thirteen, Ning Que was slightly stunned, thinking that this temple bigwig had already known his identity in the north of Yanbei, but in a flash, he remembered another thing and understood what the truth was.

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a academy in the mountain, and there was a master in the academy, and he was the tallest man...... This passage may be just a slip of the tongue for people in the earthly world, but for the big figures in the cultivation world, especially those who know a lot of historical secrets like the Lord of the Temple, it is a truth that there is no need to doubt at all.

The master's height, of course, does not mean that he is tall, although he is indeed tall, it does not only refer to his high moral and ideological realm, but also refers to his high seniority.

According to the childhood memories of Lord Haotian Zhangjiao and the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, the master has lived for at least a hundred years, and according to the master's self-deprecating words, living a long time will always take advantage of something, such as seniority or something, so in this world, there is no one of the same generation as the master.

Even the people of the same generation as the disciples of the master believed that they were already dead, so when Master Yan Se talked to the second senior brother Jun Mo in the back mountain of the academy that day, there would be that generational dispute, so whether it was the temple or the real big people in the Buddhist sect, when mentioning those people in the back mountain of the academy, they never called them according to the seniority of the righteous path sect.

The academy itself also has this problem, the seniority gap between the front yard and the back mountain is too large, in order to avoid the indescribable embarrassment, a habit of calling is formed, the teachers in the front yard call the back mountain, and call them Mr. Several in the order of the eldest and youngest, such as Mr. Big and Mr. Second. This habit gradually spread outside the academy, just because the people in the back mountains are basically not very present, and probably only the big people in the temple still remember this rule.

Therefore, Ning Que is Mr. Thirteen.

Whether in the barracks or in the world of the cultivators.

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Ning Que is not a typical Tang person, but he has been in the army since he was a child, and now although he is no longer a pawn in the border city, he still retains a lot of this atmosphere, and what he hates most in this life is not to help his comrades and snatch military merits. At Dongsheng Village, I knew that the temple cavalry had robbed the military exploits of the Bishui camp, and when I entered the wasteland, I experienced that bloody battle, and I didn't have the slightest good impression of the temple cavalry, and since I was Mr. Thirteen, it was inevitable that I would have some thirteen anger, so I knew what answer the Heavenly Oracle Division wanted to hear, but I still didn't follow the other party's wishes.

The Celestial Oracle Priest fell silent.

As an important person in the temple, he should naturally maintain the people in the temple, but in recent years, the two celebrities of the ruling division and Longqing, have expanded rapidly, and the Guangming Division must be low-key because of the secret affairs of the Tsubaki, so the arrogance of the ruling division from top to small is extremely arrogant, he has long been dissatisfied as the seat of the Heavenly Oracle Division, and today's affairs are rather lacking and dare to use the reputation of the academy as a guarantee, he follows the trend, and it can be regarded as maintaining the reputation of the temple's brightness and fairness, and he is not afraid of being criticized by others to damage the dignity of the temple, and he does not care about being blamed by Dao idiots and others afterwards.

With his mind set, he looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "The commander of the cavalry of the temple, Chen Bachi, has forty thorn canes, and he has reported to the ruling department to remove him from his position, and the cavalry will be punished with hard labor for half a year after returning to Taoshan, what do you think?"

In this punishment opinion, Qu Ni Ma Di is not included, let alone and the beings of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, but it is also a matter of course, even if it is the seat of the Heavenly Oracle Division, it is impossible to make any decisions.

Ning Que knew that it was impossible to ask for more, so he nodded gently, naturally he didn't forget to praise the bright and righteous side of the temple, at this time, he didn't have the reserved strength of a master disciple.

General Shu Cheng stroked his beard lightly and agreed, so the matter came to a final conclusion, and when it was discussed, no one asked Qu Nimadi's opinion at all.

Qu Nimadi, who was sitting next to the Heavenly Oracle Throne, had a dark face, and the withered hands holding the chair hand were trembling, she was naturally not afraid of anything, but she was about to be unable to suppress the anger in her heart.

Listening to the thorn staff forty, the face of Chen Bachi, the leader of the temple cavalry, instantly turned extremely pale.

The thorn staff is a special punishment tool inside the temple, black pine wood as a pillar, wrapped with miscellaneous steel thorns, it is rumored that countless years ago, the first judge of the great priest, was carrying this thorn for 20 years, before he realized the true meaning of Hao. As a subordinate of the Adjudication Division, he certainly knew this legend, and he knew even more about how much pain this cane could cause.

In the past few years, he has followed the prince of Longqing to patrol around, hunting down the remnants of the Demon Sect and apostate evil people, and once used a thorn rod to beat those wicked people to death.

He is a master of the Cave Xuan Realm, and he has an important position in the Judgment Division, but the hierarchy of the Temple is strict, and since the Lord of the Heavenly Oracle Division has made a decision, not only does he not dare to resist, he does not even dare to refute and protest, so he only grits his teeth tightly and honestly allows the temple steward to drag him out.

The cultivators of the Cave Xuan Realm were very powerful, but their bodies were no different from those of ordinary people, and not long after a heavy muffled sound sounded outside the tent, Chen Bachi, the commander of the temple cavalry, finally couldn't help but let out a miserable howl of pain. He wanted to grit his teeth and not shout, he didn't want to disgrace the Adjuterrium, but under the cane of the Adjudicator, even if he gritted his teeth, he couldn't resist the severe pain.

Listening to the muffled sound of the cane falling heavily on the back of the flesh, listening to the miserable howl, and even faintly hearing the hissing sound of the thin steel wire of the cane hooking the flesh tendons, the people in the tent couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

Listening to these voices, the girls of the Great River Country pursed their lips tightly, thinking of their junior brother who died under the meadow, and felt that their minds had been depressed for many days, and they finally felt a little more relaxed, and they couldn't help but look at Ning Que not far away, their eyes full of gratitude.

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