Ning Que was extremely disdainful of this statement, as a student on the second floor of the academy, alongside a figure like Chen Pipi, the judgment that he was a genius became more and more firm in his heart.

Because he was very tall, the old man always felt a little cramped when he sat in the chair, and it took several postures to finally find a slightly more comfortable position, he was half leaning on the back of the chair, supporting his chin with his hand, looking at Ning Que and asking: "When you are unhappy, you want to kill people, have you killed people before?"

Ning Que put the empty spring mud wine urn in his hand to his feet and said, "I won't tell you how many people I have killed, that is a violation of Tang Law, but you can imagine it this way." ”

The old man shook the empty wine urn in his hand, muttered a little annoyed, shouted to the shopkeeper to send two more urns, and then looked at him and asked, "But why do you want to kill?"

Ning Que was silent and thought for a moment before shaking his head and said, "Although I am almost drunk at this time, and you are already drunk, I still can't tell you about this matter." ”

The shopkeeper trotted all the way to the terrace, respectfully put the two urns of new wine beside the old man, and then bowed his head and retreated, not to mention urging the checkout, and did not dare to say more.

He didn't know who this old man was, even the real owner of the Songhe Tower, and a certain official in the court didn't know the true identity of the old man, but the Songhe Tower had been hiding a portrait and a simple rule for countless years.

The rule is that if an old man who looks like the old man in the portrait comes to the Songhe Tower, everyone in the building must offer the old man as an ancestor, and ignore it as if he were an enemy who killed his father, so as not to upset the old man.

Even if it's not the old man in the portrait, it doesn't matter, because recognizing the wrong ancestor will at most make Songhelou lose some silver and lose some face, and if the ancestor comes back, but you don't entertain well, then what is the reason for Songhelou to continue to save in Chang'an City?

The old man patted the spring mud wine urn and drank it very happily. said: "Actually, when I was as young as you, I often wanted to kill people. ”

Ning Que looked at his face, unable to determine the specific age of the old man, but he thought that he should be extremely old, so when was he young? How many years ago?

"Who did you want to kill?" he asked curiously.

The old man put the wine urn on the small table beside the chair, looked at the bare winter branches in front of the terrace, and said: "My mother is my father's first concubine, and after my father died when I was three years old, my mother took me out of the old house, and I lived a very hard life and suffered from the bullying of the world. ”

"So when I have the ability to kill, the first thing I want to do is to go back to the old house and kill all the old women and relatives who used to bully our mother and son, and then go and dig up my father's grave and break his bones and dust him. ”

It is said that the most cruel thing in the world is murder and arson, but the old man's expression is extremely calm and gentle, at this time he is not like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, but like a child lying on the top of the haystack, with white clouds floating on his childish face, telling those long past.

Ning Que looked at the old man in silence, and suddenly frowned and asked, "Did you kill it?"

The old man's slender index finger lightly tapped on the spring mud wine urn on the table, making a crisp but not thin sound, just like the sound of the tablet falling on the ground in the quiet ancestral hall of the old mansion.

He looked at Ning Que and smiled and said, "I won't sue you." ”

Ning Que was speechless, thinking to himself that you are so old, why are you still so stingy and grudgeful?

"The guy I want to kill...... He killed many innocent people. Of course, I'm not a saint, and revenge is just to let my mood be truly calm, that person ruined my best life, killed my parents who loved me the most, I want to avenge my personal vendetta, similar to what you thought back then, but those people in your clan back then were relatively easy to kill. ”

He was silent for a moment before continuing, "And the person I want to kill is very powerful, high-powered, and has some backgrounds that even I find tricky. ”

The old man looked at him and frowned and said, "You don't look like a person with no status. ”

Ning Que smiled slightly, and said proudly: "The old man has really read all the red dust, knows countless people, and was born with a pair of giant eyes...... A person of great status, because my teacher is amazing, so of course I am also amazing. ”

The old man said unhappily: "This is all nonsense, of course your teacher...... Even if he's amazing, there's a fart relationship with you?"

Ning Que ignored him and continued: "Even now compared to the giant I want to kill, the status between us can be said to be similar. ”

The old man sneered: "Then what are you still worried about? If you want to kill, you will find an opportunity to kill." ”

Ning Que was silent for a long time, with a look of struggle and helplessness on his face, and said with emotion: "The problem is that my identity and status all come from the teacher, and my teacher seems to be very willing for us students to be unreasonable, but in fact, he is a dead brain, very reasonable, always say that Tang Lu is the first, you tell me if his statement is very unreasonable, how can Tang Lu be the first?" Hearing these words, the old man's face suddenly looked difficult to look at, and he was not happy with the training...... He reprimanded: "Of course this makes sense, what does being unreasonable have to do with Tang Lu? If you don't follow crooked ways, can't you kill people?"

Ning Que didn't pay attention to the old man's expression, staggered over, took the initiative to pick up a pot of new wine and pat the mouth mud, poured wine into his mouth, and said: "If Tang Lu is the first, then I will have to find evidence to fight a lawsuit, the question is where do I find evidence? If I don't follow the crooked way, how can I kill people? Do you want me to walk up to that person openly and say that I want to kill you and then I will be beaten into pulp?"

The night breeze was blowing, the old man sat up straight and stared at Ning Que, it was becoming more and more difficult to suppress the anger in his heart because of this guy's stupidity and confusion, and his slender palm clenched the back of the chair, as if if something didn't happen again, he would slap Ning Que's head directly.

Ning Que was already drunk at this time, where could he pay attention to these details, on the one hand, he poured wine into his belly, and on the other hand, he expressed the sighs of life, those sighs about revenge, about reluctance, about the moon, those sighs became more and more repetitive and boring, always revolving around certain keywords, fortunately, after he was drunk, he still subconsciously blocked most of his heart, and did not say Xiahou's name and who he was.

"Old man, I knocked on the Songhe Tower with a silver ticket before, how did you come here?"

"You haven't seen the moon, have you? poor old man. ”

"So you're really rich, how do you make your money? I make it from the Xicheng Casino, do you have any business dealings with that side?"

"Don't look at the ugly padded jacket I wear, it is said that it is all the style set by my dead ghost teacher. ”

"Yo, the way you blow your beard is so funny. ”

Ning Que kept muttering, pointing at the old man in the chair and laughing.

There was a muffled thud.

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Ning Que covered his forehead and looked at the old man in front of him in shock and confusion.

The old man held a short wooden stick with a very thick stick in his hand, looked at him and said angrily: "That's a lot of nonsense! I said that my scalp is swollen, and with your appearance, I actually want to kill Xiahou." ”

Ning Que didn't hear this last sentence clearly, and he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Just as he leaned back, about to fall heavily on the terrace, a gust of wind blew.

The old jacket fluttered slightly, the straw sandals were silent, and the senior brother of the academy appeared on the terrace, supported the crumbling Ning Que, and grabbed the urn of new wine that was falling quickly with his right hand.

The senior brother hugged the unconscious Ning Que, looked at the old man and asked blankly, "Teacher, what's wrong with the little junior brother?"

The old man secretly put the short wooden stick back into his sleeve, coughed twice in embarrassment, and said, "It's nothing, he offended the dignity of the teacher, so he punished him with the rules of the hospital." ”

When the senior brother saw the short wooden stick, he couldn't help but faint in shock, thinking that the teacher used the ring stick in his hand to drive the Tsing Yi Taoist to the South China Sea, and tonight he actually used this thing to knock the little junior brother head-on, even if the little junior brother was not beaten to death, he was afraid that he would become an idiot after being rescued.

As soon as he thought of this, the elder brother's face turned pale.

The old man looked at him with a pale face, but he didn't expect that he was worried about Ning Que's safety, and frowned slightly and said, "I said ten years ago that I wanted you to slow down and slow down, why is it still so fast?"

The senior brother had sensed that Ning Que had some problems, so he would follow the wind to the terrace of the Songhe Tower, where would he care about his own loss, looked at the old man worriedly and said, "Teacher, the little junior brother will be fine, right?"

The old man looked at Ning Que in a coma and said, "This kid has learned the skills of your little uncle, and his muscles and bones are not like words, so he was lightly knocked with a stick, where is it easy to die like this." ”

Probably the old man himself felt that these words were not convincing, and after coughing twice, he explained very sternly: "His mental strength is too exhausted today, and it is good to fall asleep for a while." ”

There is only one teacher in the academy.

That old man was naturally the legendary master.

What the eldest son said, in the Tang Empire, is even better than the holy decree, and for the elder brother who loves the teacher all his life, everything the master said is the truth, if the master says that the night is white, then it must be white, if the master says that Haotian is black, then Haotian must be black, the master said that Ning Que is fine, then no matter what is okay, Ning Que will definitely be fine.

On the streets of Chang'an in the middle of the night, the master walked slowly with his hands behind his back and stepped on the very few dead leaves, his demeanor was extremely chic, and the senior brother carried Ning Que behind him and walked forward with difficulty, a little wolf.

"You're right, there will always be a different light in the lights. ”

The master looked at the faint lights in the alley, looked at the soldiers of the Yulin Army who were patrolling the night in the distance, and said: "Although your little junior brother is not stained with mud, let alone a good person, there is still some affection in his seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless body, but those feelings are hidden deeper. ”

(Chapter 1, chapter 10 o'clock in the next chapter.) (To be continued)