Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 58 Whispers in front of the palace

The hand in the car window had only appeared in Ning Que's sight for a very short time, but it was enough for him to see some of the characteristics of that hand clearly: slender and steady fingers, soft and broad palms, and those thin calluses. (7*24 hours uninterrupted update pure txt hand-typed novel)

It was a good hand for holding a sword, and the calluses seemed to prove that the hand often held the hilt. Ordinary swordsmen in the cultivation world all use flying swords, with the exception of only one sect, and it is a coincidence that the famous sect is located in the Southern Jin Dynasty, which is the Sword Pavilion founded by the sword saint Liu Bai.

Because of these inferences, Ning Que vaguely guessed the origin of that hand, so the expression on his face seemed to be extremely regretful, but in fact, he was secretly vigilant.

A voice sounded in the luxurious carriage, presumably from the owner of that hand, this person's voice was calm and gentle, representing the young man's apology to Ning Que.

Listening to the other party's apology, tasting the calmness in the person's voice, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but he was a little shocked in his heart, although he guessed that the other party was a person from the Sword Pavilion, he didn't expect that the other party was actually a strong man who knew his fate, and what was even more incomprehensible to him was that a strong man in the realm of knowing his fate would show weakness like this.

The Sword Pavilion powerhouse in the carriage apologized very sincerely, and his tone was very gentle, Ning Que felt the kindness and sincerity that the other party wanted to convey, especially after confirming the identity of the other party's knowledge of the fate realm powerhouse, this kindness and sincerity were increased many times in a very short period of time.

Being in the Langke Ancient Temple, the sick Sangsang needed treatment from the monks of the Buddhist Sect, Ning Que didn't think about making things out of control, and when he saw that the other party apologized so sincerely, he waved his hand to give up.

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and the sincere and kind voice of the strong man of the Sword Pavilion sounded again: "My son-in-law is indeed rude, but since you have come to worship the Buddha, it is also a good thing to be distracted." ”

Although this exhortation is also well-intentioned, it is difficult to help but reveal a bit of teaching. Ning Que thought to himself, after all, that person was a strong person in the realm of knowing fate, but he was not surprised by the tone revealed in the other party's words, shook his head and said: "You Nanjin worship Haotian, but you come to worship the Buddha, the Buddha is not necessarily very happy, I am the same, I have never worshiped the Buddha when there was no problem before, and now I come to worship again when there is a problem, no matter how pious and respectful, the Buddha may not believe me, since this is the case, why care about the attitude." (7*24 hours of non-stop update pure txt hand-typed novel)"

The Sword Pavilion powerhouse sighed in the car, as if he was a little sorry to hear Ning Que answer like this, he said goodbye, and several carriages slowly headed towards the side hall to the east.

The Yu Lan Festival is a grand event in the world, and I don't know how many big people will gather in the Rotten Ke Temple this autumn, especially after a few days, if you walk casually, you may meet a famous big man in the cultivation world, so Ning Que didn't pay much attention to this chance encounter, even if he had already guessed the true identity of the young man at this time.

The autumn rain became more and more urgent, falling on the umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, although it did not penetrate the umbrella surface to wet the two, but the temperature in the temple became lower and lower, Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and prepared to go back to the courtyard to rest.

Before leaving, he glanced at the top of the tile mountain in the distance.

The stone statue of the Buddha quietly watched the world below the mountain, and his face wet by the rain became more and more compassionate, as if he was sympathizing with those who were trapped in the net of birth, old age, sickness and death.

"If it is really as you said, Buddha, there is a so-called cycle of cause and effect in the world, then I have done a lot of evil things in my life, and I must not get any good retribution, but I have always been very careful not to let Sangsang's hands stain too much blood, I really tried my best, so even if there is retribution, it can only be retribution to me, and it has nothing to do with her. ‘

Ning Que looked at the Buddha statue in the autumn rain and prayed silently sincerely.

"If you insist on angering her because of my evil deeds, or even let her leave, I will destroy your largest stone statue in the world, burn down the Rotten Ke Temple and the Seventy-two Temples of the Moon Wheel, kill all the monks in the world, and destroy your Buddhist sect. ”

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Several luxurious carriages from the Southern Jin Dynasty stopped quietly in front of a side hall of the Rotten Ke Temple, and several middle-aged men with sharp eyes looked around indifferently, protecting the master of the hall, and a few people who looked like officials accompanying them, sheltered from the rain under the porch in front of the hall, but did not enter the hall. (7*24 hours uninterrupted update pure txt hand-typed novel)

The side hall of the Buddhist temple in the rain, more and more dark, the more than ten stone venerable statues enshrined in the hall, exude a faint cold light, these venerable statues or smile or sad, bare hands in the air, or even or spread out, the movements are different, revealing a very wonderful sense of beauty and solemnity.

A middle-aged man in green clothes, stopping in front of these stone statues to watch, his hands behind him slender and steady, was the Sword Pavilion powerhouse who spoke in the car before.

Looking at these stone venerable statues, he said with emotion: "Rotten Ke Temple, Yuelun White Pagoda Temple, and Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City, all enshrine these stone venerable statues, it is said that people with Su Hui can see the true meaning of the Buddha's mudra from these stone statues, but unfortunately I can only feel the existence of those wisdom, but I can't." ”

There was silence in the side hall, the previous noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty who reprimanded Ning Que had a very ugly face, although he was not good at saying anything to this Sword Pavilion powerhouse, but he couldn't control his feelings, and he was very dissatisfied with this person's previous apology to Ning Que for himself, making him feel extremely humiliated.

The middle-aged man looked at the gloomy face of the noble son, sighed in his heart, and said slowly: "There is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in the cultivation world, not to mention the Rotten Ke Temple held a Yu Lan Festival conference, those strange people who rarely set foot in the world may also appear, although I am not afraid of the Southern Jin Dynasty, but why cause these troubles?"

With the noble son's visit to the Langke Temple, there was also an old man with gray hair, looking at the old man's rickety appearance, he should just be an ordinary person, with a chessboard under his armpit very strangely, and the expression on his face was very cold and arrogant.

This old man is a national player of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and he has the title of chess saint, he has rare defeats on the chess table in this life, and there is no obstacle to entering and leaving the palace, so he has developed a proud temperament, thinking about what kind of identity the son is, will he still be afraid of trouble, and said unhappily: "Mr. Cheng is the junior brother of the Sword Saint, will he still be afraid of these little troubles? And the accent of the young man with the black umbrella before was actually Tang, so he should not retreat." ”

The young noble boy thought that this was the truth, and looked at the middle-aged man, wanting to hear how he explained.

The middle-aged man's surname is Cheng Ziqing, and he is a powerful person in the Sword Pavilion, so he naturally doesn't care about the attitude of the old man, even if he turns a blind eye to the young man's eyes, he explained indifferently: "Master Qishan has a great kindness to my Southern Jin Dynasty, if he really finds out right and wrong in the Rotten Ke Temple, neither the senior brother nor His Majesty will be happy." ”

His Majesty is naturally the Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and his senior brother is naturally the Sword Saint Liu Bai, at this time, Cheng Ziqing invited out such two mountains, and the side hall immediately returned to quiet, and no one dared to object.

Cheng Ziqing walked out of the side hall, found a young official of the Southern Jin Dynasty who was sheltering from the rain under the corridor, motioned with his eyes to follow him to a secluded place, looked at the young official's slightly pale face, and asked, "Is it him?"

The young official's surname is Xie Ming, it is the Southern Jin Dynasty Xie Sangongzi, who was quite famous in the academy that year, and later in the second-floor examination of the academy, with Ning Que finally succeeded in reaching the top, this Xie Sangongzi left the academy gloomily and returned to the Southern Jin Dynasty, with the reputation of the young Tanhua, it didn't take long for him to have his own position in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and this year he was appointed by the Southern Jin Dynasty Emperor as a close subordinate official of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Listening to Cheng Ziqing's question, Xie Chengyun nodded with a somewhat complicated expression.

Cheng Ziqing was speechless.

In fact, when he saw the big black umbrella and the young man and woman under the umbrella, he vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, and when the young man also showed an indifferent attitude towards the Buddha, he knew that his guess had come true, and he understood that it was the right choice to apologize on behalf of His Highness before.

If His Royal Highness knows who the young man under the big black umbrella is, he will definitely not give up, today the Rotten Ke Temple will inevitably make a big incident, and even if he has already entered the realm of knowing his fate, he does not want to quarrel with that young man, although he is not afraid of the other party, but he also does not want to offend the other party and the powerful and invincible division behind the other party.

Cheng Ziqing pondered for a while, looked at him and said, "Tomorrow Master Qishan will open the house, Ning Que will inevitably appear, so you have to keep an eye on His Highness, even if His Highness knows Ning Que's identity, you can't make him angry." ”

Xie Chengyun understood what Cheng Ziqing was worried about, and after a little hesitation, he responded.

It's just that he has been a subordinate official of the palace for half a year, and he knows very well what kind of temperament His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who he will be assisting for a lifetime has, and naturally knows how difficult it is to keep His Royal Highness from being angry.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, looked at Cheng Ziqing's face, forcibly mustered up his courage, and said softly: "I heard that the sword saint's own brother was blinded by that person?"

Cheng Ziqing's eyes gradually became cold, and he looked at Xie Chengyun and said in a cold voice: " I know that you have been a classmate of that person in the academy for a period of time, and I also know how painful it is for you, who have enjoyed a reputation since childhood, to see your former classmate now climb to the pinnacle of the world, leaving yourself far behind and out of sight, but in the face of this situation, you either diligently improve your cultivation realm, or simply give up the mind of comparing with that person, any other means will make no sense except to make you more miserable. ”

"I don't want to think about borrowing a sword to kill someone, and I don't want to think about borrowing a sword from the Sword Pavilion to kill people. ”

Cheng Zhiqing thought about the head in the ancient pool of the Sword Pavilion, his eyes were blind, and he was practicing the sword in the dark room all day, and said in a cold voice: "Because the thing I hate the most in the Sword Pavilion is to be borrowed by others. ”

He is talking here about the former chief priest of the Xiling Shrine, an important person buried in the Sword Pavilion by the Tongguò Judgment Division, who lent Chao Xiaoshu's sword to Liu Yiqing and tried to provoke a war between the Sword Pavilion and the Academy.

The outcome of that incident was that Liu Yiqing was blinded by Ning Que's sword, and was sent back to the Sword Pavilion after several months, while the Sword Saint Liu Bai drew a paper sword and lent it to Ye Hongyu, and the former judge was killed on the Moyu Divine Throne.

Xie Chengyun only knew that the Sword Saint's younger brother and Ning Que had a battle that shocked Chang'an at the side gate of the academy, but he didn't know the secret of the cultivation world hidden behind this matter.

He suddenly felt that Mr. Cheng's gaze had changed to the two sharpest swords, his eyes were in sharp pain, and he lowered his head in fear and pain, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

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Running hard, I finally rushed home in the afternoon, and then worked hard, three more today, this is the first chapter, and there are two more chapters, continue to write, and the next chapter will come out before half past nine. ）