Ning Que didn't lie to Ye Hongyu, he really took Sang Sang to the red sleeve move, but today he didn't mess around in the Shuizhu'er courtyard, nor did he peek at those new red cards, but honestly went up to the top floor, sat in Jane's room, rolled up his sleeves and launched an offensive against the pot of haggis soup.

The soil bowl and lamb offal, the utensils are excellent, plus more than ten dishes of side vegetables and vegetables, and there is greenery in the steaming, which is really a very beautiful winter solstice festival atmosphere.

Ning Que picked the chopsticks and lamb tripe from the bowl, dipped it in minced garlic, put it in his mouth and chewed it indiscriminately, and sent the Jiujiang double steamed brew in the cup into his lips, his spicy brows furrowed extremely tightly, as if he was encountering something extremely difficult.

Jane took the towel handed over by Xiaocao, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, looked at him and said: "I have already brought the words of the queen mother, as long as you can finish the day quietly, the mother is willing to pay whatever price you need, of course, she will apologize to you again on behalf of Xiahou." ”

Ning Que pointed to his brows, which were so spicy that he was so spicy that he was like a Sichuan character, and said, "The problem is that there is a tangled between the eyebrows and eyes that can't be stretched, and I can't think about it smoothly." ”

"You are spicy by wine, you are not as good as Sangsang can drink, so don't pick strong wine to drink. ”

Jane's words seemed to have a deep meaning, and after saying this, she was silent for a long time before she once again prudently and gently persuaded her: "Being able to endure and be quiet is the great wisdom." ”

Ning Que nodded and said, "I understand this truth. ”

Jane laughed comfortingly, then sighed and said, "Before you came, I was really worried that you would be fooling around like that guy back then. ”

According to the senior brothers in the academy, Jane should be regarded as Uncle Xiao's sister-in-law, so in this way, she is the only one in the world who dares to call Uncle Xiao that guy.

"I don't have the skills of Uncle Junior. He said with a smile, and then said with a smile: "If I have the ability of the little uncle, naturally I don't need to endure it anymore, since I have entered the WTO, of course, I must kill the generals, and I must not fall into the prestige of the master, let alone damage the prestige of the little uncle." ”

Jane frowned slightly, and said: "Joining the WTO is not killing, but understanding." ”

Ning Que said: "Isn't killing a kind of realization?"

After saying this, Ning Que got drunk, I don't know if it was the double distilled brew from Hebei County that made him drunk, or if he found that he was powerless to tear through the dense web of those strong people in Chang'an City, so he had to get drunk, maybe he just wanted to hide some of his thoughts by being drunk.

As usual, after the red sleeves got drunk, he slept in the small courtyard of Shui Zhu'er, the warm fragrance on the bed was as good as before, but fortunately, there was not much smell of the stinky feet of Master Yan Se.

Sang Sang sat at the head of the bed, took a wet towel, and put it on his forehead, she knew very well that Ning Que was pretending to be drunk at this time, so she politely refused Shui Zhu'er's suggestion to cook sobering soup.

Ning Que didn't dream in a slightly drunken mood, didn't see the darkness in the distance, didn't see the three black smoke and dust of extreme cathode cold, and didn't see the infinite light on the sky above his head, he just sank his consciousness into the sea of consciousness, all the way to the deepest bottom of the sea, picking up those fragments of consciousness and silently experiencing it.

These fragments of consciousness were obtained after a bloody battle with Liansheng in the mountain gate of the Demon Sect last year, and before Master Liansheng died, he forcibly crossed these fragments of consciousness into his sea of consciousness, and since then he has been carefully experiencing, but there has been no specific gain.

However, he knew that these fragments of consciousness were very important, at least very important to him, because in the north of the Hulan Sea, it was with these fragments of consciousness that in the face of Xiahou's domineering iron fist, he instinctively made an extremely effective dodge, and seemed to be able to guess Xiahou's thoughts in the battle.

Drunk and lying on the warm bed, Ning Que's right hand unconsciously fell on his waist, and there were a few hard things in the belt, the waist card of the academy, and other waist cards.

These brands in the clothes belt seemed to give him some kind of spiritual comfort, so that his consciousness lurking in the sea of consciousness became more and more peaceful and clear-the deep meaning of those consciousness fragments left by Master Lotus Sheng, he still did not have enough realm to fully comprehend at this time, but he already understood what important role these consciousness fragments would play in the battle against Xiahou.

On the shore of Yanming Lake, Ye Hongyu once said that the great cultivators who have advanced to the realm of knowing fate can perceive the most subtle changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, and all the methods of the opponent cannot surpass their experience and perception, and this kind of combat consciousness is the real terrifying place of the powerhouse of the realm of knowing fate.

Ning Que's current realm is the Upper Realm of the Cave Xuan, and if he wants to cross the border to fight with the great cultivators of the Knowing Destiny Realm, the huge gap in his battle consciousness alone will make him desperate.

However, he knew that there were many fragments of consciousness left behind by Lotus Sheng in the depths of the sea.

That once as the great priest of Xiling, as the protector of the Buddha Mountain Gate, the realm of his life had already reached the peak of the realm of knowing fate, if it were not for some very mysterious reasons, he would not take that step, but I was afraid that he would have already broken through the five realms and become a transcendent saint.

What kind of realm has the fragment of consciousness left behind by Master Lotus Sheng?

Ning Que didn't know, this kind of thing could only be known in battle.

After waking up, Ning Que was refreshed and refreshed, confirming that his body and spirit were in the best state of his life, and then he and Sang Sang left the Red Sleeve Move.

The wind and snow in Chang'an City were more than in the morning, pieces like goose feathers, dancing restlessly, and then falling, dyeing the whole city white, Ning Que and Sang Sang held the dirty big black umbrella, walking in this plain ice and snow world, like a little dazzling ink droplet.

The common people in the city are celebrating the festival, accompanied by the mellow smell of haggis soup, and the thick snow accumulated on the eaves seems to have turned into freshly cooked mutton slices, and the princes and nobles also have to celebrate the festival, but in those quiet and solemn mansions in the north city, there is no lively sound coming out.

Ning Que knew why, the officials in those mansions had to go outside the imperial city to see off Xiahou today, and they might even send the general out of Chang'an City.

He held the handle of the big black umbrella in his right hand, held Sangsang's hand in his left hand, and walked in the wind and snow, in the beautiful atmosphere of the market, and in the luxurious atmosphere of the clear northern city, he was silent.

At the beginning of the summer of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, Chang'an City had been in Chang'an for a long time, and the people in this city, even including the senior brothers and sisters in the academy, probably thought that they would continue to be calm like this, and they all thought that Ning Que had given up that idea, because no matter how they looked at it, people couldn't find a suitable way for him.

It is impossible for Ning Que to give up, just like what he said to Sang Sang in the summer, if he doesn't kill Xiahou, Xiahou will really be old, the matter of revenge itself is not important, the important thing is that he has to give an explanation for his life, without this explanation, his life must be incomplete.

He could die, because Xiahou was indeed very powerful, and in the wasteland, even the senior brother said that he was not completely sure that he would be able to kill this person. But he didn't think he would die, because no one in this world knew better than him except Master, and now he was already very strong

In the past fifteen years, Ning Que has solved many problems, and the purpose of his solution is today's battle, and he firmly believes that he will win.

Heavy snow enveloped the Imperial City.

The vermilion palace walls stand out in the snow.

The atmosphere in front of the imperial city is not the same as the cold meaning of the wind and snow, dozens of luxurious carriages are waiting on the periphery of the square in front of the palace, and the moat jade fence is hundreds of zhang ahead of the palace gate, where there are many

His Royal Highness Li Peiyan came, the military leader Zhenguo General Xu Shi came, the scholars in the cabinet came, the Shangshu adults came, except for the prime minister who was recuperating due to illness, all the big names of the Tang court and the military appeared in front of the imperial city, because they wanted to see off General Xiahou.

Looking at the tall figure slowly walking out of the gate of the imperial city, the faces of the big people showed very complicated feelings, with comforting smiles, sighs, and sadness.

This is the first general of the Tang Empire to disarm and return to old age during the Apocalypse, going back more than 100 years, and probably the only general who has no reason to relieve himself of military power.

Xia Hou walked slowly towards the outside of the city gate, looking at those adults and colleagues who had been in the same dynasty for decades, the expression on his solemn cheeks was also complicated.

Leaving the palace and going to his hometown, he is no longer a general, but an old farmer, he is indeed a little reluctant, reluctant to hold the power of a murderous knife, reluctant to give up the iron cavalry in the barracks, and reluctant to look at the sword at night.

The most reluctant thing is that Tang Lu can't shake him, the enemy army can't defeat him, even the Xiling Temple silently connived at him, but he was forced to leave this prosperous stage.

However, His Majesty gave a banquet, the Manchu Dynasty sent each other civil and military, many rewards, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there are not many courtiers who can get this honor, not to mention a traitor to the Demon Sect, who can become a Taoist guest and become a general of the Tang Dynasty, open up the territory and expand the territory, kill countless people, but can return to old age safely and enjoy his old age, which is a very perfect life.

Xiahou was very satisfied.

In the quiet cave of the city gate, he walked outside the palace, walked towards the big people who were smiling and looking at him, and with each step, his whole body relaxed.

Walking out of the city gate hole, the military boots stepped on the snow, making a soft creak, Xiahou frowned slightly, and did not return the salute to His Royal Highness the Prince who greeted him in person, but looked at the south of the imperial city.

His Royal Highness the Prince looked slightly different and turned to look.

The people at the palace gate noticed something strange and turned to look over there in confusion.

General Xu Shilao suddenly coughed painfully, his gray eyebrows were like two sticky and unwilling snowflakes in the snowflakes, a little angry, and a little helpless.

In the snowstorm, a big black umbrella slowly walked.

There were two people under the black umbrella.

The black umbrella was very large, the umbrella surface was very thick, no matter how big the wind and snow were, it could not invade and enter, and the goose feather snow fell on the greasy black umbrella surface, and it did not stick, but seemed to be a little afraid, and slid to both sides.

Looking at the big black umbrella slowly coming in the snow, Xia Hou felt completely relaxed for some reason, and it was not until this moment that he realized that he had actually been waiting for this person to arrive.

(To be continued)