This night snow seems to be unfair to me...... It's really unfair to Xiahou......

Ning Que looked at the other side of the lake, shook his head with the wind and snow on the lake, and continued: "The array eye pestle was taken away by His Majesty, naturally it will not make me happy, but it is also fair. My cultivation realm is far inferior to Xiahou, which seems unfair, but in fact, I have been preparing for a full fifteen years, and he doesn't know that there is such a ...... in the world People have been watching him silently, so the injustice here can be regarded as a bargain. ”

"As long as the fight is between me and him, then I admit it's fair. ”

Sang Sang held the handle of the big black umbrella tightly, shrunk his body, so as to ensure that the big black umbrella would not be blown away by the violent and strong wind and snow, and said in a low voice: "Young master, are you worried that someone will interfere?"

"After all, Xiahou has the identity of Daomen Keqing in addition to the imperial general, I always feel that some people will come to disturb this battle, and when I held the array pestle before, I did feel something. ”

Ning Que thought about the fellow disciples in the academy and said, "But I'm not worried, because this is Chang'an City and not somewhere else, as long as the academy is still in the south of the city, then no one is qualified to interfere." ”

There may be some forces that want to intervene in this battle, but many more are just silently waiting for the battle to begin on the shore of Yanming Lake, such as Ye Su, who left the small Taoist temple.

Watching a battle, the best place is, of course, at a high place, he was on the wall of Chang'an City at this time, and the plain white clothes on his body kept dancing in the night snow.

Many people thought that the Xiling Temple didn't want to see this battle between Xiahou and Ning Que, in fact, the envoys of the temple had indeed raised objections to the palace, but he who came to Chang'an City on behalf of Haotian Daomen could ignore the state friends of the temple, although he also wanted to see Xiahou return to old age safely, but he didn't mind this battle.

Because no matter how Ye Su deduced, he couldn't imagine that Ning Que might win.

It's good that Xiahou was able to win.

Xiahou killed Ning Que and offended the academy, which was better.

Because of this, it is no longer possible for him to stay in the Tang Kingdom and return to old age peacefully, nor can he shake the wall again, only swear allegiance to the road of Daomen.

"Although Daomen's idea is good, we must first make sure that Xiahou can win. ”

A voice sounded on the city walls, and the man's pace of speech was slow, but it was still so clear in the wind and snow, and it seemed to be able to calm people's minds.

Senior Brother walked up to Ye Su and looked in the direction of the pitch-black Yanming Lake in the distance below the city wall.

Ye Su said: "I only met you in the morning, and you are here again?"

The elder brother said, "Yes, come and see." ”

Ye Su asked, "What are you looking for?"

Senior Brother looked at Ye Su and smiled and said, "Your sword intent is clear now, there is no third person except Mr. Liu Bai, and there is no opponent for you in Chang'an City, so I want to come and see you." ”

To look at you is to look at you.

Ye Su watched Ye Xue dance wildly in front of the city wall, and said expressionlessly: "There is no one in Chang'an City who is my opponent, but there are many courtyards outside the city. ”

Tonight the wind and snow are furious, and there are many people sitting in the snow there.

Qinghe County is enshrined in the third place, sitting in the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake.

The night snow fell from the sky, and his face was indifferent, as if he was unaware of the cold money around him

For the sake of the eldest surname of Qinghe County and Her Royal Highness the princess, he could not disturb this battle with anyone, but he had felt something in his heart before, so he came to the forest and waited silently.

Ye Xuefeng slowly walked a monk.

The forest was pitch black, but the kapok robe on the body of the partial monk and the hat on his head were so clearly visible, naturally revealing a sense of openness and righteousness.

The three worshippers looked at the monks coming in the wind and snow, and their eyebrows frowned slightly.

A few years ago, he was already a great cultivator of the realm of knowing fate, but at this time, he found that he couldn't see the depth of this monk, and he couldn't help but feel great caution and fighting spirit.

The strong confronted each other, fighting for a moment of light, without any verbal temptation, and without asking the mountain gate, the three worshippers reached behind their backs, held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

The blade of the sword rubbed against the sheath and made a very small sound, like a thunderbolt falling on a thick layer of snow, but when the blade was only half withdrawn, it was forced to stop.

The eyebrows of the three worshippers gradually flew up, the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and all the cultivation in the body spewed out.

However, instead of continuing to pull outward, the sword in the sheath behind him slowly retracted into its sheath.

The sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard was as quiet as falling snow, but it made his heart palpitate.

The monk in the hat walked slowly in the wind and snow, only a few feet away from him.

The body of the three worshippers was extremely stiff, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled like a withered branch bearing snow, and looking at the monk, only horror remained in the eyes of the usual pride.

The monk didn't make any moves, there was no change in the breath of heaven and earth in the snow forest, he just walked slowly, so that a great cultivator who knew his fate realm couldn't come out with his sword!

The three worshippers were shocked, he couldn't imagine that there was any cultivator in the world who could have such a means, and in an instant, he guessed the origin of this monk, and his eyes shrank sharply.

Someone from the Hanging Temple?

The three worshippers looked at the monk who was getting closer and closer, looked at his gentle and resolute eyebrows, and his stiff body trembled slightly with fright.

He snorted, his face suddenly flushed, and his thin five fingers suddenly opened, and there were traces of the breath of heaven and earth floating in the snow forest...... I want to get rid of the other party's control.

The monk raised his right palm and stood in front of him, his index finger slightly flexed, forming a handprint that he did not understand.

The wind and snow in the winter forest suddenly intensified.

Ten thousand pieces of snow seemed to fall on the body of the three worshippers of Qinghe County in an instant.

Those snow flakes sensed the supreme Buddha power in the monk's handprint, and settled into the clothes of the three offerings, turning into countless invisible snow ropes, binding the person.

The monk glanced at him, his eyes full of compassion and compassion, and then he walked again, stepping on the thick snow, and walked beside him, like a lake outside the winter forest.

The three worshippers sat cross-legged in the snow, unable to move at all, his cheeks, which had been flushed before, had already turned extremely pale, and his eyes were full of shame and fear. He is a highly respected ancestor of Qinghe County, and after cultivating into the realm of knowing fate, he is even more proud and confident to the extreme, even if he does not have much respect for the legendary unknowable places such as the academy.

In this snowy night, he finally met a monk from an unknowable land, and he finally understood that the legend is the legend in front of the other party, and even the great cultivator of the Knowing Destiny Realm does not have the slightest pride in it.

Thinking that he had been ashamed to commit himself in the princess's mansion before, he wanted to make some disputes between the academy and the Haotian Daomen, and at this time, he was tied to death in the cold snow by the monk's handprint, and he couldn't help but feel endless shame, and he wanted to die.

On the high city wall, Ye Su waved his hand to disperse the snow flakes within five zhang in front of him, looked at the dark forest of Yanming Lake Ether, and said with an indifferent expression: "That stupid thing in Qinghe County, stupid to the extreme, the little borer even wants to wade into the torrent, it's really annoying. ”

The senior brother smiled and didn't say anything.

Ye Su said: "I wanted to kill that stupid thing, but since the dumb man made a move, I just did." ”

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "How can I watch you go against Tang Law. ”

Listening to the word Tang Lu, Ye Su sneered slightly.

Senior Brother looked at the shore of Yanming Lake, thought about the monk who was walking through the winter forest to the shore of the lake, and said: "The battle between the junior brother and General Xiahou is probably a grand event in the eyes of many people in the world, so you will come to Chang'an City, and I just hope that the little junior brother will not have an accident." ”

Ye Su said: "You know that I didn't come to Chang'an City because of this battle but because of Ning Que, and that dumb man naturally came for Ning Que." ”

The senior brother knew very well that Ye Su wanted to point out what Ming Tuo was, but he remained silent and did not answer.

Ye Su looked at Yanming Lake, and suddenly said with emotion: "Fifteen years ago, those people who appeared around the black line ...... All of us arrived except Don. ”

The senior brother said: "Actually, Tang is also here. The wounds on General Xiahou's body were all left by him, so although his people did not come, his fists came. ”

Ye Su said: "It makes sense, but even if Xiahou has Tang's countless fists left on his body, in my opinion, Ning Que still doesn't have any chance in this cross-border battle." ”

"I know what you want to say, what you're worried about, I respect the little junior brother, so I won't make a move. ”

Senior Brother smiled with emotion: "Of course, I know better, if the junior brother knew what the academy thought, he would definitely cry and shout and beg me not to respect him." ”

Ye Su said: "Mr. Second is stopping Xu Shi on the snow bridge, what is this Han?"

The elder brother said, "Fairness. ”

Ye Su said: "Xiahou Huan's strength is far above Ning Que, does the academy think that this is also fair." ”

The elder brother said: "The teacher once taught us that fairness is the mind, and it has nothing to do with strength, as long as both parties are willing to do this and accept the rules, then it is fair." ”

Thinking that this was the master's words, Ye Su was silent for a long time.

Then he looked at the night forest on the shore of Yanming Lake, frowned slightly and said, "If that dumb man wants to open." Talking, in this world, few people can stop it. ”

Ye Su turned to look at him and asked, "Jun Mo is stopping Xu Shi, you are looking at me, then who can stop him?" I won't stop him, and the moment he opened his mouth, even I couldn't stop him, do you need to alarm the master?"

The senior brother looked at the lake in the cold winter night and frowned silently.

The snow was fluttering, and the monks were walking in the forest, in the direction of Yanming Lake.

Fifteen years ago, in front of the black line, he smiled slightly, chewed his tongue, swallowed it in his stomach, and never spoke again.

Tonight he stepped into the red dust again, no one knows whether he will speak, what he will say, people only know that after fifteen years of silence, once the lips are opened, the Buddha's voice will be as clear as thunder.

Even Ye Su, the powerful Zhishouguan heir, didn't want to face the first words he spoke.

Who will talk to the monks?

Do you really need the Master to go down the mountain?

At this moment, a thin patch of snow fell from the sky above the night forest.

The snow was extremely thin, so thin that it was translucent, like a cicada's wings.