—A winter tree stretched obliquely in the alley, and Ning Que, who felt something, suddenly entered some kind of inexplicable realm, he stood silently between the shadows of the winter tree and closed his eyes to understand, and did not make any movement for a long time.

The breath of heaven and earth in the remnants of the snow in the winter tree bluestone in the alley silently enveloped his body, and the passage that ran through the sea of snow mountains and qi in his body became more and more magnificent, and the invisible but qualitative Haoran Qi slowly flowed in it.

When Haoran's qi dispersed to all parts of his body, the aura in the passage became relatively thin, and it was gradually filled with the vitality that poured into his body between heaven and earth, this process was like eating delicious food without worrying about bloating.

This feeling is very beautiful, and when the haoran qi in the passage flows through the most subtle part of his body, it feels more and more beautiful, washing his spirit and ** like spring water, moisturizing every muscle and every bone, bringing a warm and satisfying but fresh and greasy perception.

The changes in the body make some kind of changes on the outside, the thick jacket on Ning Que's body seems to have absorbed the rain, clinging to the body tightly, and the extremely quiet breath seems to have some kind of attraction, not only attracting the atmosphere of heaven and earth among the trees, stones and snow in the alley, but also the things in the real world.

There was no wind in the alley, but the shadow of the winter tree was trembling slightly, because the dead leaves hanging on the tips were drifting towards his body below, pulling the thin branches straight, and the small amount of dust on the stone slabs in the alley also floated up at this moment, gradually gathering at his feet.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Que slowly opened his eyes, a bright luster flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared to normal, the shadow of the tree under his feet no longer trembled, and the winter tree was slowly retracted by the branches that were as taut as a bowstring, only the dust on the side of his shoes was still accumulating, and it looked as if his feet were deep in the thick dust.

Ning Que looked at the dust at his feet and was silent, he knew that his cultivation realm and strength had improved a moment ago, but this improvement was not the original cultivation method, but the Haoran Qi in his body was condensed and strengthened again.

After leaving the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he had never practiced Haoran Qi, although it was the mantle left to him by the little uncle, but based on the fear of Haotian Guangguang, he subconsciously didn't want to think about those things.

Until today, when he heard the news of the master's death, he vaguely guessed the filth behind the scenes of those long-ago bloody stories, looked at the cornices of the General's Mansion, and thought of the happy life after Xiahou returned to old age, he had a lot of sorrow and unwillingness in his heart, and he had a lot of dissatisfaction with this world.

"If I go deeper into the demon, will I go farther and farther away from this world?"

Ning Que looked at the lonely appearance of the alley trees around him in winter, looked at the dim sky cut by the weak branches, and sighed, his expression was still calm, but the spiritual world was a little unstable because of the awakening of the Haoran Qi in his body.

Haoran Qi flowed slowly through his body, seemingly unstoppable like a great river, but in fact it seemed to encounter certain obstacles from time to time, and in those leaf-vein-like routes he was hindered, this stagnation brought pain and a certain extreme discomfort in his state of mind, causing him to frown slightly and his face to be a little pale.

After all, it's a matter of mood. When the little uncle walked the world with a sword, how could there be an unfeasible road before the donkey's head, how could there be an enemy who could fight before his eyes, and his mind was wild and proud, so he was strong, so he could raise the spirit of the world in the chest and abdomen, and do the heroic things in the world, and Ning Que's current state of mind is depressed and sad, unwilling to be silent, and he can't even indulge in presumptuousness, and where can he carry the majestic and unparalleled breath of Haoran?

In the eyes of everyone in the world, he has paid a very painful price for what he has done over the years, suffered enough damage, and made enough explanations for the academy and the temple to make a big step.

But Ning Que didn't think so.

Ning Que didn't want Xiahou to return to old age safely, so like some people on the oiled note left by Zhuo'er, as time passed, no one cared about what that person had done before, forgetting them in a corner of the red dust, allowing them to grow old safely and then grow old happily.

That's his unwillingness.

It is precisely because of his unwillingness and clarity of his mind that the Haoran Qi in his previous body will awaken, and his realm will be improved again, but it is still because of this unwillingness to always stay in his spiritual world, so the Haoran Qi has never been able to run smoothly, and there are always some stumbling and jerky.

He looked at the cornices of the General's Mansion in the distance, as well as the residual snow on the eaves, smelled the smell of green onions coming from the houses on both sides of the streets, and was silent and the depression in his mood could be expressed, and the sorrow could be eliminated, he only needed to erase the unwillingness of the spiritual man, but how to erase this unwillingness?

If you want to erase this unwillingness, you need to kill Xiahou, but ...... The senior brother has made it clear that as long as Xiahou is willing to return to the old age, the academy that promises not to interfere with the iron law of government politics will remain silent, and without evidence, the empire that believes in the first Tang law will not punish Xiahou.

So the only way left for Ning Que was to challenge Xiahou and have a head-on duel.

Senior Brother said that after five years, Ning Que could defeat Xiahou, but ...... Five years is really too long, what if Xiahou is really old? What if he is sick? What if he dies of old age and illness before he defeats him? Cultivating ascetic skills in the mountains and wanting revenge, when he leaves the mountain, the enemy is either white-headed or has already died, and time has carried out the punishment on his behalf, but isn't that the most sad thing in the world?

Ning Que knew that there was something wrong with his feelings at this time, and it would not help his cultivation but would cause great obstacles, and if he allowed this unwilling to be sad and miserable to develop, he was afraid that the whole spirit would fall into the devil.

He knew that he had to do something at this time to temporarily dispel the demonic intent in his mind, he knew that his current strength was still weak, and he was not qualified to challenge Xiahou, but whether it was the Haoran Qi in the body meridians that was struggling to move forward, or the sadness and bitterness were urging him to do something.

Standing silently for a long time under the shadow of the winter trees in the alley, looking at the lackluster scenery in Tuyang City, and smelling the smell of meat wafting from every house, he remembered the letters that Xiao Heizi wrote back then, and walked towards the north of the city.

As soon as he lifted his step, there was a soft pop under his feet, and the thick dust that had accumulated around his shoes dispersed, drifted into the air, and then landed quietly on the wall under the tree.

The ash cleared, revealing a clean bluestone slab.

Two finger-deep footprints appeared on the bluestone slab, and the edges were neat and smooth, as if they had been carved out with a knife.

Ning Que walked in the cold wind of Tuyang City, he clearly noticed that his strength had changed significantly from before, and his feelings were much sharper than before, the rhythm of his body when walking was very clear, the earthly strength of the soles of his shoes was like a drumbeat, and the skin on the back of his hands exposed outside his sleeves could even detect the finest traces of wind flow.

Hao Ranqi's transformation of his body had an effect in a very short period of time, and this indescribably powerful feeling gave him a strong desire to prove this power, and at the same time, those thoughts and unwillingness under the shadow of the tree before also turned into some kind of irrepressible impulse.

The strong urge to destroy a qiē and the sense of responsibility of the disciples behind the academy were so strong that he could not be sure whether he wanted to do that or not, until he walked to the mansion in the north of the city, and the clear and steady rhythm of his footsteps finally calmed him down and understood what he was going to do.

Deep in the Winter Garden of the General's Palace.

Mo Shanshan looked at the senior brother behind the desk and said softly, "Ning Que has a problem with his mood today. ”

The senior brother put down the book in his hand, looked at the girl and smiled gently, and said comfortingly, "What are you worried about?"

Mo Shanshan was silent for a moment and then said, "I feel as if he is going to do something." ”

The elder brother said, "Do whatever you want." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at Senior Brother and asked, "Aren't you worried about anything, Senior Brother?"

Senior Brother said with emotion: "Most of the disciples in the back mountain of the academy over the years are idiots like me who only know how to practice or specialize, only the little junior brother has struggled desperately in the world since he was a child, so in some ways he is the strongest person in the academy, and he has his own judgment on such things as danger, and I believe in his judgment." ”

Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Even if this Qingqing will bring trouble to the academy?"

After being silent for a moment, Senior Brother said seriously: "The Academy is not as powerful and unparalleled as Little Senior Brother imagined, but I think Little Senior Brother always has his reasons for doing things, and I also believe in his judgment when it comes to things like opportunity. ”

In the side alley of the mansion in the north of Tuyang City.

Ning Que looked at the tall gray mansion wall and decided that no matter what, he would go in and take a look.

As the elder brother said, he is a person who is very alert to danger, and he also has a very clear judgment of such things as opportunities, and he rarely misses them.

Killing people in Tuyang City is like killing people in front of Xiahou, which sounds a little unbelievable.

Today was his best chance.

Because Xia Hou decided to return to old age today, he is an old lion, and he will always be negligent in the inspection of his own territory, and I believe that the anger afterwards is easier to resolve.

Ning Que walked under the gray mansion wall.

His knees bent slightly.

The powerful Haoran Qi in his body was instantly poured into his legs.

There was a murky thud between the shoe and the ground, and an invisible stream of air splattered out.

Like a big bird, he jumped up two feet with ease and climbed over the high wall of the mansion.

Where you settle down, there is a gradual flower garden.

In front of the flower garden is a courtyard.

There is a pine chair in the courtyard with a man living on it.

Xiahou's most trusted military advisor, Gu Xi.

Gu Xi looked at Ning Que in the flower garden, and said with emotion: "I have been hesitating to kill you, and you came." ”

(Before the next chapter strives for twelve, I'm a little tired today and have been working hard.) (To be continued)