Chen Pipi and his party returned to Chang'an City, and Ning Que followed them at the city gate, but they did not find the figure of the senior brother.

"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 dictation of the world's stream, no one knows where it will fall, it's not your fault." ”

Reunion again, there was no anger and disappointment, just comfort, Ning Que knew that Chen Pipi was such a person, there was no surprise, but he felt that his mood became heavier, especially when the fourth senior brother looked at him and sighed, even more so.

Ning Que waved his hand, bowed to them and those Sword Pavilion disciples, and then said to Chen Pipi: "After all, it was my fault. ”

Chen Pipi said: "The teacher once said that those who seek benevolence will be benevolent and have no complaints, when the senior brother leaves, it should be such a mood, the living people who leave, everyone has something to gain, in this case, what is wrong." ”

The fourth senior brother also said: "If you really think that you are wrong, just don't make mistakes again in the future." ”

Ning Que turned to look at the countless convoys of cars busy on the official road outside the city gate, and said, "I won't give myself another chance to make mistakes. ”

With the passage of time, the situation on the mainland became more and more tense, the Tang Empire ushered in the most difficult situation, and began the most thorough and powerful mobilization, the resources and spiritual temperament accumulated over the millennium were fully revealed at this moment, whether it was a teacher in the countryside or a woman in the Qinglou, no one was afraid of the arrival of war. Just quietly looking forward to it.

Countless heavy grain and grass were shipped from the standing warehouses of various states and counties, and countless iron horsemen left the military camps in various places and sailed to various border passes. The Northeast Frontier Army, which had been newly established for several years, was far from recovering in number to the peak of Xiahou's army, and it also began to prepare for the destruction of Yan. It's all Tu Chengjing's plan.

The Yulin army marched south from Chang'an. He had arrived at the plain behind Qingxia and joined up with the southern army that had been guarding Qingxia for several years, preparing to attack the hundreds of thousands of Southern Jin troops in Qinghe County in the south and the apologetic cavalry of the Xiling Temple.

The most critical and dangerous battlefield is still in the northwest of the empire. The court of the Golden Horde moved south. A war of annihilation is inevitable. Countless military orders were issued from Beidaying to the borderlands, and the 200,000 most elite Zhenbei troops had been assembled, ready to use their blood and lives. Compete with the barbarians of the steppes.

It's just that after losing a few years to the late plain, the Tang army lacked war horses, and the well-trained old cavalry could only be arrayed in front and fought in the form of infantry, which was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

In the days when the winter was the most severe, Yu Youxian and Chen Qi finally returned to Chang'an City, went south from Xiling to the big river, and then passed through the dense forest, secretly bypassing the Yuelun Country and returning to the Tang Realm.

Ning Que took the sweat-stained letter, knowing that Yu Youxian had been hiding the letter close to her for dozens of days, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, thinking about what Ye Hongyu was writing in this letter, she needed to be so solemn, didn't she understand, the message was much safer?—— unless Ye Hongyu wanted to say something to him, he couldn't let others know, even if it was Zhen Youxian and Chen Qi, who he trusted very much, he couldn't know the slightest.

Crushing the fire mark and tearing open the envelope, he pulled out the thin piece of paper, his eyes fell on it, and he saw the words she had written, there were very few words on the paper, and he didn't need to look at them for too long, but those words were important, so he read them for a long time.

"No way. ”

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

After that spring breeze and rain, he never felt her existence again, he looked at the huge ship, sailing towards the kingdom of God in the sky full of clouds, he thought that she must have returned to the kingdom of God, for him she was dead.

What if what Ye Hongyu said was right?

Many things may be answered, such as where the Viewer's choice is directed, but it is still impossible to find the deepest and truest answer to why he chose that way. Of course, none of these things mattered to Ning Que, all his spirit was swallowed up by the literal meaning of this letter, she didn't return to the kingdom of God and was still in the world?

Ning Que knew that the time had come for him to leave Chang'an City. He was silent for a long time, entered the palace and talked with Li Yuchang all night, explained many things clearly, and wrote a letter to Mo Shanshan, but finally tore it up again, and then he climbed the city tower.

He watched the scenery from the castle tower.

When Sangsang came to the world, when he was in the Xiling Temple, he watched it for a long time, and then 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 people, watched the clouds go away, he looked at the great rivers and mountains in the world, looked at this city and this country, but in fact, he was also looking, he wanted to use his own eyes to find the traces left by her.

It was early in the morning, and he cooked a pot of green vegetable porridge next to the castle wall, and drank it while it was hot, and drank it until his whole body was hot, and the falling snowflakes melted when he touched his face.

Then he walked to the wall, facing the world, and bent his bow and arrows.

With the help of the amazing array of Chang'an City, his Yuan Thirteen Arrows can do a lot of unbelievable things, but they are also subject to many restrictions, and if they want to really play a role, they need a lot of conditions, such as in the autumn in front of the Linkang City Palace, he originally wanted to cooperate with the senior brother to try to kill the drunkard, but once he was detected by the drunkard, it would be difficult to have an effect.

Because of these and other reasons, for many years after the Momoyama Light Festival, his iron arrows never appeared in the human sky again.

At this time, he pointed his arrow at the world, who was he really going to shoot?

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After Ye Su's death, Longqing left the capital of the Song Kingdom, took two thousand temple apologetic cavalry, and braved the wind and snow to the north. Then the senior brother left, and he went to find Chen Pipi and his party who got out of trouble first. Just as in the past years, the drunkard went with him.

——Something nice or sour in literature and art, like a fallen leaf following the autumn wind, and a bad one like a bone appendage.

The senior brother found Chen Pipi and his party and escorted them back to the Tang Realm after breaking through the heavy pursuit of the Xiling Temple. Then he didn't continue to follow, and watched them leave first after entering Chang'an City, and he didn't know where he went.

At that time, if the drunkard entered the distance at the same time, or he could catch up with the elder brother, it was like before, but for some reason, his reaction was slow for a moment, and his feet were a little sluggish on the cold snow, as if he was frozen, so he lost the whereabouts of the other party.

Because the drunkard doesn't want to chase. Along the way. He had a lot of time to think, he was getting closer to the truth, and he guessed the reason for Lee's slow departure, so his reaction was a little slower. The figure has also become much more depressed. He turned and walked east.

His footsteps left a clear mark on the snow. There was heat in those footprints, sweat running down his sleeves - he sweated a lot, because of fear. Because of the truth, the senior brother said in the capital of the Song Kingdom that he would regret it, and yes, he began to regret it.

The town is in the east of the Tang Kingdom, he walked very slowly on the snow, until the next day, he walked back to the town, he did not go back to his home, but went to the only calligraphy and painting shop in the town next door, let Chao Xiaoshu make a pot of good tea to drink.

Tea is not as good as wine after all - the drunkard holds the small porcelain cup with two fingers, looks at the clear yellow tea soup in the cup, feels the slight astringency between his lips and teeth, and thinks that at least the astringent tea can be drunk, and the astringent wine cannot be drunk.

Chao Xiaoshu sat opposite the tea case, his expression was calm, he held the teacup, sent it to the four sides of the world, washed the tea with tea, boiled the sea of tea with the sea, a pinch of old tea, with the new water steaming in the white smoke in the iron kettle, there was a very wonderful tea feeling.

The two didn't speak, just drank tea quietly, the drunkard liked this feeling very much, he felt that Chao Xiaoshu was qualified to drink tea with him, but unfortunately the other party was just an ordinary person, otherwise he might invite the other party to drink the wine in his pot.

There are still two guys in the shop who are said to be relatives of the boss, but with the passage of time, the two young men who were fierce and unparalleled in Chang'an City have now become young people, and the expression between their eyebrows has become much calmer.

Zhang San and Li Si were playing chess, playing black and white, very attentive, not noticing the eyes of the drunkards at all, they frowned and pondered, like those legendary holy hands in the palace, such as those in the Rotten Ke Temple or the pair in the mountain behind the academy.

In the past, they had also fallen chess pieces in front of the drunkards, and they were very nervous at that time - they were the only two third-generation disciples in the academy besides Tang Xiaotang, if they were a qiē shun lì, many years later, they should be Jun Mo or Yu Curtain, becoming the new generation of mountain monsters - if the drunkards knew this, they would die very thoroughly, no matter how powerful their teacher was, it would be impossible to save them, there was no way to save the dead, and neither could Li and Jun Mo.

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

People who have lived for countless thousands of years are easily bored, so it is natural to try all kinds of interesting things, such as games.

He and the butcher have already played those human games over and over countless times, and a great cultivator like him naturally has an extremely high IQ, and the level realm can be imagined, even if his talent value is not added to the chess path, except for a few people in the back mountain of the academy and the Rotten Ke Temple, no one can really beat him on the chessboard.

People with a high level look at people with a low level playing chess, and it's all stinky chess. After watching it for a while, the drunkard felt that it was boring, and at this time the fifth tea soup had also been drunk, and the remaining residual tea had no taste, and there was no need for a new brew, he felt that his heart was a lot quieter, he stood up and teased Zhang San and Li Si, and told Chao Xiaoshu about the recent news of the county school, and walked outside the shop.

He still didn't go back to the house, nor did he go to the winestore, but to the only butcher's shop in town—in fact, it was also the only one, and in this way, many things in this town were unique, or that was exactly what he and the butcher wanted.

The butcher's shop was dim, and there was a fishy smell everywhere, it was the smell of blood mixed with flesh and visceral feces, and the drunkard frowned slightly, diluted his sense of smell, and then found a slightly cleaner place to sit down.

The butcher was dehairing the pig's trotters, and a dozen white and chubby pig's trotters were neatly stacked on the board, receiving the burning of the fire in his hand, and with a slight snort, a faint smell of burnt gradually spread, and the surface of the pig's trotters became a little yellowish.

The drunkard looked at this scene, shook his head, took the flask from his waist and began to drink, he knew very well why the butcher would never give up this business or hobby, but he really had no hobby in this area.

When the trotters were dehaired, they were about to be cut, and the butcher picked up the greasy kitchen knife. He was about to cut it off, but his arm suddenly became stiff, because he noticed something strange about the drunkard, because the drunkard had spoken too little today.

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

He lived in this town with alcoholics for many years. Earlier, they had lived in another town. They know each other very well, and it's hard to understand each other.

For many years, they just hid and enjoyed the pleasures that they had already enjoyed so many times that they had become boring. It was only after these years that they returned.

More precisely. It was the drunkard who appeared in the world, because he was faster, and the butcher still slaughtered pigs and sheep in the butcher's shop, as before. Every day with pig's trotters and sheep's head blood basin. But if something happens that day that the drunkard can't solve. Naturally, he would stick the butcher's knife into his waist, walk out of the butcher's shop, and start killing.

He knew what the drunkard had been doing lately—keeping an eye on the Master's first disciple. Then I went to the capital of the Song Kingdom. He also knew that Ye Su was dead, and when he sensed the holy light on the shore of the East China Sea, he was also moved by the sacred meaning hidden in it.

The drunkard did not answer his question directly, but continued to drink, like a whale swallowing the sea, drinking in immeasurable realms, and did not put down the jug for a long time, until after half an hour, when the jug was empty after the last drop of wine.

The jug was never really empty, except that it had been drunk by Sangsang—it was empty today, and the countless drinks in the jug had been poured into the stomach by the drunkards.

The butcher's expression became extremely solemn, he had not seen a drunkard so nervous for many years, the last time it was like this, it was the day Haotian came to the world and came to the town, and the previous time was the moment when the old scalper dragged a broken car into the town.

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

With this action, all the wine poured into his stomach turned into sweat, overflowing from the tens of thousands of pores on the surface of his body, and in the roaring sound, his body became the source of the waterfall, and countless clear water gushed down, flowing everywhere, instantly washing away all the bone residue and blood on the ground of the butcher's shop.

His body was like a wine bag, which was emptied at this time, and after the water washed the ground, it was agitated by the cold wind blowing from outside the butcher shop, and it suddenly volatilized, and countless air currents spit wildly around, and the butcher shop signboard was whirring and unpeaceful.

The butcher looked at his pale cheeks, and the knife in his hand tightened.

"There's something...... There may be something I did wrong. ”

The drunkard looked at him and muttered, "Li slowly said that I will regret it, but now that I think about it, I really regret it, I don't know if it can be reversed." ”

The butcher frowned slightly, inserted the knife into his waist, walked up to him, and said condescendingly: "Ye Su's death is a good thing. ”

The drunkard said, "Now it seems that both the academy and the Daomen want to make Haotian weak...... 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 first, and it wasn't until I watched Li slowly pass through Chang'an without entering that I thought of a possibility. ”

A palpitation flashed in the drunkard's eyes, and he said: "He ignored Chang'an City and just left, disappeared without a trace, Chen left Taoshan, and he didn't know where he went, what did they want to do? What is more important than the whole world?"

The butcher usually doesn't talk much, looks a little clumsy, and sometimes appears to be very cowardly, but in fact he is never lacking in wisdom, and he quickly understands that it is more important than the whole world combined...... The kingdom of God, of course.

He looked up, his gaze through the tattered corner of asbestos tiles above the butcher's shop, and landed on the gray dome of heaven, as if to see the movement in the kingdom of God.

Master and Haotian have been fighting there for several years, and no information has reached the world, no thunder, no rain and dew, no hurricanes, no heavenly oracles.

But it is destined to be the most important battle in this world since its birth, and it will determine the direction of the world.

With the realm of a butcher drunkard, he could naturally sense that in that battle, the master did not have any advantage, and the bright moon was gradually dimming.

He sat down in front of the drunkard, picked up the bucket from beside him, and began to drink the water, just like a whale swallowing the ocean, only the endless clear water can calm the dryness of his heart a little.

That's anxiety-induced dryness.

Guan Zhu and Li slowly disappeared, and what they were looking for in the human world, what they were looking for was more important than the whole human world, and that was the kingdom of God—or rather, a great being that everyone thought had returned to the kingdom of God.

I don't mention the academy, but I just say what the Guan Master will do after he finds the deposit?

The more the butcher thought about it, the more frightened and uneasy he became, could anyone really dare to kill Haotian? This thought was carved into his body like a boning knife, making him itch to the extreme, painful to the extreme, terrified to the extreme, and uneasy to the extreme.

I don't know how long it took, he finally put down the bucket, and the water that had been drunk into his body turned into sweat and poured out, and the wet clothes and leather aprons fell to the ground and flowed again, but the water had a faint smell of blood.

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

"As for why...... I don't understand that even if the new church makes her weak, even if she in the kingdom of God can't help her because of the Master, where can he overcome? His arrogance disturbs me. ”

The drunkard turned pale and said, "As for why he killed her...... I didn't dare to think about it, I don't think even a Buddha would dare to think like that. ”

The butcher's face was extremely ugly, and he exclaimed, "He is actually ...... Courageous...... Bao Tian!"

The drunkard said in a slightly astringent voice, "How could he have been so bold before?"

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