The fire on the snowy lake is gradually extinguished, and the chill is gradually rising.

Tang Xiaotang walked behind Ning Que, let go of Chen Pipi's hand, and suddenly knelt down with a snap, two small snows splashed on his knees, and then kowtowed heavily.

Chen Pipi was slightly startled.

Tang Xiaotang's voice trembled slightly and said, "Thank you Uncle Xiao for cleaning up the portal for Mingzong." ”

Ning Que did not turn sideways to avoid it, and calmly accepted this big gift, he knew very well that the Demon Sect that had withered in the world now respected and feared Uncle Xiao, but it was Xiahou who really hated it, but it was Xiahou, a traitor, if Tang Xiaotang was not allowed to kneel, she would not be able to release the complicated feelings in her heart at this time.

What's more, Liansheng's consciousness fragment is in his sea of consciousness, he can be regarded as a generation of Liansheng's descendants, but he looked at the quiet night of the snow lake and said: "There are many people by the lake, you kneel, I'm afraid of some trouble." ”

Tang Xiaotang stood up, Chen Pipi wiped the ice and snow off her forehead, looked at the redness and swelling on it, couldn't help but feel a little distressed, listened to Ning Que's words, and responded: "What trouble are you afraid of in Chang'an City." ”

Today's battle with Xiahou has not been disturbed by any conjecture from beginning to end, of course Ning Que knows very well, this must be the academy that played a role in it, listening to Chen Pipi's words, he couldn't help laughing, and a pride suddenly appeared in his heart, this is Chang'an, we are disciples of the academy, so there is no trouble.

But what's next?

The hatred and killing intent that had accumulated for fifteen years, as Xiahou's corpse fell into the lake, it was all released, just like the mist spewed out by the boiling lake, ordinary people would probably feel a little empty and confused after great pleasure and excitement, and even at a loss.

If Ning Que was still the same Ning Que in Weicheng, he would probably have fallen into this mental state - after killing Xiahou, he seemed to have finished what he wanted to do in his life, and he had nothing to do, and he didn't even know where to go - but now it was different, he had a home in Chang'an City, and it was inconvenient to go back to the old pen in Lane 47, and there was still a large house on the shore of Yanming Lake, although it was already broken and ruined, it could still live in people. Besides, there is a academy in the south of Chang'an City, and you can always find a thatched hut that belongs to yourself and Sangsang in the back mountain.

"Let's go home first. ”

Ning Que and Sang Sang hugged each other and walked towards the house on the north shore of the lake where the fire had been extinguished early, but although the master and servant were not seriously injured today, the loss was extremely strict, and they had already reached the moment when the oil ran out of lamps.

Chen Pipi reacted very quickly, grabbed Ning Que's arm, and said with some annoyance: "Sangsang is working so hard tonight, do you still expect her to be able to help you?"

Ning Que said: "Don't be too nervous about me, Xiahou is a Taoist Keqing no matter what he says, this will be transmitted back to Xiling or Zhishouguan, it will always be bad for you in the future." ”

"I never thought about being a fat Taoist. ”

Chen Pipi said impatiently, then grabbed his arm and lifted him hard, carried him on his back, and walked towards the lakeshore, Tang Xiaotang helped Sang Sang to follow.

On the quiet snowy lake, the sound of creaking snow is heard from time to time.

The morning light is coming.

I don't know how many people watched around the lake tonight, people looked at the two footprints on the snow lake, looked at the people in front of the footprints, looked at Ning Que who was carried by Chen Pipi and the inconspicuous little maid who was being supported, their mood was extremely complicated, and they always felt that what they saw was not real.

Ning Que of the Upper Realm of Dongxuan, with the help of the little maid, killed the peak powerhouse of martial arts, the domineering and invincible General Xiahou, in the eyes of many people, this is an impossible thing, even if Ning Que is a disciple of the master, this kind of thing is still impossible to happen, because ...... It's a fair head-on fight.

It is not common but not rare for a cultivator of a high realm to die at the hands of an opponent of a lower realm, because there has always been no common reason in combat, and methods such as assassination and drugged traps sometimes play a decisive role, and the death of a cultivator in the Cave Xuan Realm at the hands of an ordinary assassin is not one or two, but this situation rarely happens in a head-on battle, because it is a competition of absolute strength

Especially for the great cultivator who has advanced to the realm of knowing fate, it is impossible for a cultivator in the lower realm to defeat him in a fair head-on battle.

Knowing the destiny of heaven is a big threshold for cultivation, and when you cross this threshold, you will be far away from the red dust.

In the records of the cultivation world, except for the powerful army that can use the endless iron cavalry to match the terrain and exquisite flawed tactics, and can pile up the great powerhouse who knows the fate realm, there has never been a successful thing of crossing the border to challenge the strong man who knows the fate, it is rumored that Ke Haoran once did it, but there was no audience in that battle, people only knew that the strong man who knew the fate realm died, and it was Mr. Ke of the Dongxuan Realm who rode the little black donkey and continued to move forward leisurely.

This also means that the battle between Ning Que and Xiahou in the Lake of Winter is the first time in countless years that there is an audience and can be proven to be a cross-border killing, which will definitely be recorded in the Xiling canon.

In this battle, Ning Que had made a lot of preparations and could even be said to be trapped, but he was originally a talisman master, so no one had any doubts about his fighting style, and the people watching the battle were just shocked by the methods that this youngest disciple of the academy had used in the battle.

Whether it was the storm of the Fu, or the Yuan Thirteen Arrows and the mysterious Lotus Field Thunder, the methods that Ning Que had used had an effect that outsiders could not understand, and it seemed so powerful, although his realm was still in the Cave Xuan Realm, but these methods really had the power of the Knowing Destiny Realm.

In the end, Sangsang shined on the cliffside, which made everyone silent.

Many of the spectators in Chang'an City tonight were stronger than Ning Que, but they were still extremely strongly shocked, especially Ye Hongyu, who was standing on the wooden bridge on the west bank, and she was the most shocked.

In today's world, in the two sects of Taoism, Buddhism and demons and the academy, she has always been the strongest among the younger generation, whether it is the prince of Longqing or the monk of Guanhai, even Tang Xiaotang, it is impossible to take away a trace of her style. However, seeing Ning Que and Sang Sang's expression tonight, she suddenly had some other thoughts, so she closed her eyes and thought silently, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the night breeze, as if she had understood some truth through this battle.

On the snowy city wall, Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the distance, and after being silent for a long time, he said: "The academy is really strong, and this guy is also very strong. ”

Watching the battle all night, watching the thunder on the lake, the wind and snow fluttering, the iron arrows, the iron lotus, the iron spears, and the iron knives constantly hitting with the breath, Ye Su's opinion of Ning Que was constantly adjusting and changing.

At the beginning, Ning Que was an ordinary person in his eyes, and then he became good, and finally became very good, but when Ning Que finally succeeded in killing Xiahou, he realized that his original opinion was still not accurate enough, and he didn't even want to hide his admiration and appreciation for that guy anymore.

Of course, today's Ning Que can't be his opponent as a Zhishouguan heir, but he is so young, he forcibly kills Xiahou under such an impossible situation, if he studies in the academy for a few more years and receives a few teachings from his master, who can determine what kind of height Ning Que will climb in the future?

Could it be that there really is another Mr. Ke in the world?

Xiahou's death did not have any impact on Ye Su's mood, even if there was another Ke Haoran in the academy, it would only be one more admirable opponent for him, but it would make him feel gratified The most important thing is that he didn't think that Ning Que would become a second Mr. Ke.

He turned to look at Senior Brother and said, "Until now, you are still not sure?"

The senior brother asked, "The Xiling Temple said back then that it was a false judgment, why do you insist on such a statement?" ”

"As I said, I believe that the Constellation of Light may be wrong, but it will never be arbitrary. Back then, the teacher may have judged that Lin Guangyuan's son could not be the son of Hades, so he would think that the Bright Divine Seat had made a big mistake, and the Divine Temple would admit his mistake to Tang Guo, but if Guangming's inference was correct, the son of Hades was indeed in the General's Mansion when he awakened, so if it wasn't Lin Guangyuan's son, who would it be?"

Ye Su looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You know very well who it will be." ”

The elder brother said: "Without evidence, there is no reason.

Ye Su said: "All the people are dead, and Ning Que is still alive, which is the evidence." ”

The elder brother did not speak.

Ye Su's sentence is very simple, it seems unreasonable but it can't be refuted.

can survive in any situation.,You can survive when you look like you're going to die.,If it's not for the god son blessed by Haotian.,Then you can only be the hero of the story.。

Fifteen years after that black line descended on the earth, this story has begun fifteen years, evolving without anyone knowing, and the male protagonist in this story is the son of Hades.

Ye Su believes that Ning Que is the son of the Hades King.

In the distance, morning light appeared in the distance, and there was silence on the city walls.

I don't know how long it took, but the elder brother said, "The teacher once said that if we can't be sure whether there is a zài above the heavenly dome, then we should maintain spiritual awe or vigilance, but we don't pay any attention to it in this worldly life, and this is the way to get along." ”

Then he looked at Ye Su and said, "I'm not sure if Ning Que is the son of the Hades King, I believe he isn't, but I'm pretty sure he is the junior junior disciple of my academy." ”

Ye Su quietly pondered the master's words.

After a while, he looked at the winter forest on the shore of Yanming Lake, and said indifferently: "There is no evidence, there is no heavenly oracle, even if the Daomen has doubts, he will not do anything to Ning Que, I think the dumb man needs to hear these words, but I doubt that he, who can no longer speak, can hear this." ”

A dumb person is not really dumb, naturally he will not really be a deaf person, the so-called whether he can hear it or not is whether he wants to hear it or not, and whether he is willing to believe the words of the academy.

The senior brother looked at the winter forest, thinking about the Buddhist sect who was known for his perseverance, and a faint melancholy appeared between his eyebrows, that Buddhist sect walked obviously because of the rumors that the son of the Hades King came to Chang'an, since he dared to expose his travels, he was naturally not afraid to bear the pressure of the academy and it would be unfavorable to Ning Que.

He really didn't have much to do with the mute monk, because, as he often repeated but no one believed, the elder brother was really not good at fighting.

Ye Su looked at the secluded night forest, and always felt that something was wrong, because in the previous battle, the mute monk never made a move, and he always felt that there were still people in that forest.

However, who in this world can avoid the gaze of him and Mr. Academy?

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the winter forest by the lake, and with the wind rose a large number of tearful cicadas, but those cicadas seemed so pleasant.

Listening to the sound of cicadas, Ye Su's face suddenly became extremely pale.

It's not fear, it's dignified, it's the emotion of the most powerful enemy in this life.

All I could hear was a very clear whistling.

The wooden sword he was carrying behind him also screamed, and suddenly came out of its sheath!

Like a ray of light, the sword flew away from the city wall, piercing the last of the night before dawn, and stabbing towards the winter forest.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Su jumped down from the city wall, his plain clothes vibrated slightly in the morning breeze, and he went away with the sword, his body was indescribably flawed, like a thin snow in the wind, and it seemed that the speed of the flying sword was not slightly slower.

(I haven't figured out the next volume yet, so I'm afraid in advance, so it's very difficult to write today, so I'll report to you, and I'll beat the next volume before going to bed.) (To be continued)