Between the cliffs of the mountain behind the academy.

The master was dressed in a black robe, sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at Chang'an City in the distance, where heavy snow was falling, and from a distance, it looked like Haotian was giving salt flowers to the world.

"Fifteen years ago, I was sitting in it, looking at the firewood room of the General Doctor's Mansion. ”

The master said: "I watched your little junior brother walk out of the firewood room with a pale face and holding a firewood knife, I watched him grab a rope and hide in the well, I watched him climb out of the courtyard wall and into the crowd, I watched him leave Chang'an City...... It's as if I saw the appearance of your little uncle a long time ago. ”

Senior Brother stood aside and asked, "Little Senior Brother, where is he similar to Little Senior Uncle?"

The Master shook his head and said, "I can't tell, but it's all a strong desire for freedom?"

"I can understand why the teacher said that, Uncle Xiao. The senior brother was puzzled and asked, "But what does the tragedy that happened to the little junior brother have anything to do with the word freedom?"

The Master said, "Freedom is the right to choose. Choose to live, choose to die, or choose not to choose, when your little brother chose to pick up the firewood knife and kill the housekeeper and his best playmate, at that moment, he took the first step to the other side of freedom. ”

The senior brother said honestly: "Teacher, I can't understand. ”

The master said: "You are the clearest stream in the world, you have been flowing freely in the mountains and wilderness all these years, you may have encountered dangerous shoals and reefs, but you have never encountered a real fork in the river, and you have not encountered the choice that your little junior brother faced back then. ”

"No one is qualified to judge the right or wrong choice made by your junior brother back then, but if he can make this choice, he is already different from ordinary people, just like your junior uncle back then, no matter what kind of situation they faced, they would only do what they wanted to do. ”

The senior brother said: "That's why the teacher wants to accept the junior brother to get started?"

The master said with emotion: "In the spring, when I saw your little junior brother in the Songhe Tower, and talked to him in the grass house, I found that he was not the same as your little uncle, and I felt sorry at that time. ”

"But that's how it is, where can you find two leaves that are exactly the same?"

The master looked at the snow clouds in the distance and Chang'an City shrouded in wind and snow, and said with relief: "But today, your little junior brother's choice still surprised me, I never thought that he would have such courage to challenge Xiahou head-on, I like the clumsiness revealed in this choice." ”

He turned to look at his eldest disciple and said with a smile: "You are the clumsiest among the disciples of the academy, so I like you the most, but in some ways, you really have to learn from Jun Mo and the junior disciple." ”

Senior Brother was awe-inspiring, just looking at the wind and snow in the distance, he couldn't suppress the worry in his heart, hesitated for a moment and said, "If the junior brother really loses to Xiahou, what should I do?"

The words if and true in this sentence are very meaningful, which shows that in the eyes of the senior brother of the academy, Ning Que and Xiahou are not without the strength to fight.

"I don't believe in heaven or fate, I only believe in myself. ”

The master glanced at the gray sky in the cold winter and said, "Everyone can only believe in themselves, this is your little junior brother's own choice, it is his mockery and contempt for the fate of the Heavenly Dao, then he doesn't need anything except a fair environment." ”

The dead silence in front of the imperial city lasted for a long time, and the increasingly violent wind and snow swept the blood flag, and the big black umbrella shook slightly, and the faces of the people seemed to be frozen.

Li Qingshan, the Great Tang National Master, looked at Ning Que with a very complicated look in his eyes, and said, "That's it?"

Ning Que was silent.

Li Qingshan sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Your Majesty has a saying that if you insist that this duel continues, then you must hand over your things first. ”

He stretched out his hand to Ning Quezhong and said, "You know what His Majesty said. ”

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"

Li Qingshan said: "You are a personal vendetta?"

Ning Que said, "Yes."

Li Qingshan said: "If it is a personal vendetta, how can you use the national weapon?"

Then he said seriously: "If this battle is over and you really survive, then I will give you something back." ”

Ning Que looked at the thick snow under his feet, and after a moment of silence, he took out an object from his arms that was tightly wrapped in a cloth, but did not hand it to Li Qingshan's hand.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that you can't even trust me?"

"I've never believed in anyone but myself, I'm sorry. ”

Ning Que said, and then handed the thing wrapped in the cloth to Chen Pipi's hand behind him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, ignored the affairs in the venue, and walked towards the palace.

The people in front of the palace gate didn't know what Ning Que took out of his arms, and couldn't help but be a little curious, Xia Hou clearly felt the aura fluctuations faintly coming from that thing, his iron eyebrows slowly frowned, looked at Ning Que and said: "It turns out that the array eye center is really in your hands, no wonder you have so much courage to challenge me." ”

Ning Que said: "I said earlier that I still have many powerful means. ”

Xia Hou slowly stroked the armrest of the chair, as if he didn't notice that there was nothingness, and said, "Now that the Array Eye Center has been taken away, you still insist on killing me?"

Ning Que said: "You have killed many people, and I have also killed many people, people like us should know very well that there are many ways to kill people." ”

Xia Hou said indifferently: "I knew that I would die, but I insisted on killing me for revenge? Can a four-year-old boy's memory be so long-lasting? Can you remember the faces of your parents? I don't believe it at all, I thought you just couldn't get rid of the psychological shadow of the year." ”

Listening to these words, Ning Que said: "I must admit that it is very uncomfortable to have the blood of the young master on my hands, no matter how I wash it, I feel that it can't be cleaned, and the fingers are always sticky, maybe there is indeed a psychological shadow, I used a firewood knife to kill people for the first time, and I have been used to using a knife since then." ”

He looked at Xia Hou and said, "No, so what? What is the point of what you say?"

Xiahou Tie raised his eyebrows slightly, with a mocking and contemptuous look on his face, and said, "At least it can prove that your revenge is not as great and righteous as you think." ”

"Greatness and justice?"

Ning Que shook his head and said: "After escaping from Chang'an City, I have imagined countless times over the years, one day in the future, I will meet a strange person in the mountains, inherit a peerless skill, and go straight to the military camp to kill you before I say something." ”

"I will ask you why you are so ruthless and easy to kill, I will say that I killed you today to seek justice for the souls in the General's Mansion, the charred corpses in the Yanjing Village, and all the innocent dead people, the list is very long, and I added a very good friend of mine at the end.

Speaking of this, he looked at Xiahou and said with a slight sneer: "These are some very righteous and awe-inspiring words, very powerful words, but ...... What does it have to do with me?"

The wind and snow hit his body coldly, Ning Que coughed twice with his fist, and then spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm into the snow, and the pus-yellow phlegm was very dazzling in the clean white snow.

"I have killed no fewer people than you, and I have done many unimaginable evil things, and my hands have never been clean, and I am a messenger of justice. ”

He looked at Xia Hou and said: "It doesn't matter to me how many innocents you kill, as long as it has nothing to do with me, I can even applaud you next to me, but since you killed my whole family, I naturally want to kill you, this is a matter of course, and I don't need any other reason." ”

Xia Hou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "It's a little interesting." ”

Then he got up from his chair.

It is like an indestructible mountain peak, which suddenly appears in the snowstorm.

"Come and kill me. ”

He concluded: "Or be killed by me and end your life of suffering." ”

Chang'an City at dusk, like falling eternal night, thick snow clouds cover the last afterglow and the starlight in the sky, the Yanming Lake is pitch black, only those torches in the distance, illuminate the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the dense whistling snow shines into the starlight of the world.

Xia Hou looked at the closed courtyard gate in front of him expressionlessly, stretched out his hand back, took the military flag from the hands of his own soldiers, walked to the courtyard gate, and held the military flag in his right hand and slammed down.

His movements were very casual, the ground in front of the courtyard gate was a hard stone ground, and when the flagpole fell, the stone ground was shattered, splashing countless stones and gravel, and the end of the pole was deeply inserted into the mud.

Xia Hou slowly let go of his palm, the flagpole was as firm as if it was born on the ground, and the blood-red military flag hunted in the snowflakes in the sky, engulfing all the night.

This blood-red banner of the king has accompanied Xiahou for many years.

Whether it was fighting with the Yan ** team or fighting with the cavalry of the Left Tent Palace, this general flag always fluttered in the ranks of the northeast border army of the Tang Empire.

For decades, this blood flag has never fallen.

Just like the mighty man under the blood flag.

The pro-soldiers on the periphery of Yanming Lake, the vigilant ministers, and the officials of Chang'an Mansion who maintained order all had a strong feeling when they looked at the blood flag in the night.

Tonight, this blood-colored flag will not fall.

Xiahou walked up the stone steps.

Then he pushed open the courtyard door.

So he went into the night.

Ning Que was not in the house by Yanming Lake.

At this time, he and Sangsang were standing on Yanming Mountain on the south bank of the lake, overlooking the distant opposite bank.

Sang Sang held a big black umbrella to cover the increasingly heavy snow.

In the eyes of the world, Ning Que's cultivation realm is the most powerful is the word Fu and arrow, and if he wants to fight against a martial arts peak powerhouse like Xiahou, it is natural to open up the battle distance.

Although Xia Hou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, he could guess this when he thought about it, but he was as proud and confident as him, and he didn't care about this at all.

It's just that tonight the wind and snow are sudden, the night covers the stars, and the Yanming Lake in the winter is like a frozen inkstone, even if Ning Que's sense is keen, he can't see the picture on the other side.

If you can't see it, then how can Yuan Thirteen's arrows hit the enemy?

(Not today, I need to sort it out again, delete some, two chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued)