"The World - The Strong Must Obey the Rules—————...... Ning Que's eyes lit up, rubbed his hands together and asked excitedly, "Senior brother, who is stronger between you and Sword Saint Liu Bai?"

Senior Brother looked at him in confusion and said, "Since Sword Saint Liu Bai is the strongest person in the world, of course he is stronger than me. ”

Ning Que was stunned and said, "What kind of answer is this? Fighting is not a mouthpiece. ”

Senior Brother seriously thought about what the mouth cannon meant, and after thinking for a long time, he thought that he probably understood what Ning Que wanted to express, and explained seriously: "I'm not good at fighting, your second senior brother is better at it." ”

This answer once again made Ning Que feel speechless.

Senior Brother looked at him and asked curiously, "Little Senior Brother?"

Ning Que waved his hand: "It's nothing, senior brother, I just haven't completely gotten used to the way you speak." ”

The senior brother suddenly realized and said, "I see. ”

Ning Que asked, "If the head of the Hanging Temple and the Lord of Zhishou Guan Guan are goshawks in the sky, then what about you, senior brother?"

Senior Brother smiled and said, "I'm just a scholar serving the teacher. ”

Ning Que sighed and said, "Senior brother, your answer is too hypocritical. ”

Senior Brother shook his head and sighed and said: "Don't say that the Lord of the Guan and the First Seat, those people in the Zhishouguan and the Hanging Temple who are in the world-shattering realm are also extraordinary in the folk market, those who look ordinary and ordinary drunkards and butchers, where can you see that they are the worldly masters who have already broken through the five realms?"

Brother Big Brother is certainly not a hypocrite. The reason why he kept repeating and repeating that Ning Que was not the most powerful person in the world was because he firmly believed that he was indeed not the most powerful person in the world, and he was very unwilling to let Ning Que fall into some kind of delusional and arrogant mental illusion because of his strong teacher's background, so that he would go astray in his cultivation and gradually move away from the only correct path of self-search.

It's a pity that Ning Que didn't appreciate Senior Brother's good intentions, because his logic was very simple, in the known cultivation world, that Zhishou Guan Guan Master must be at the most powerful level, and the apprentice Ye Su he taught couldn't even let out a fart in front of Senior Brother, so no matter how strong he was, he couldn't be stronger, at least not stronger than the Academy, so he naturally felt proud and excited.

It is precisely because of this kind of affection that he is not very able to accept the result of today's conversation in the Winter Garden.

The senior brother understood what he was thinking, and said: "Xiahou is very powerful, even Jun Mo does not dare to say anything about it, let alone kill him? Moreover, he is the queen's brother, who dares to kill him without guilt? This secret is only known to a very few people except for the master and majesty, and I also ask the junior brother to keep it well." ”

"Senior brother, I don't understand why you let me hear this secret before. ”

Senior Brother looked at him quietly, his clear and clean gaze seemed to be able to see through Ning Que's best disguise.

Ning Que looked back at the senior brother, and did not hide it because of trust.

After a long silence, the senior brother looked at him with pity and said, "Because I think you need to know." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment before bowing his head and saying, "Yes, I need to know this. ”

Senior Brother suddenly smiled and said, "Go back to the academy and study hard, you will definitely be able to kill him within five years." ”

Ning Que raised his head, looked at Senior Brother's clean eyes, and felt that Senior Brother seemed to know everything, including his biggest secret.

However, even if you know, what if you know? In the past few years, I was displaced in the world, struggling between life and death, so I was casual and naughty on the outside, but in fact I was hard-hearted, indifferent and jealous of all the people, but now that I have entered the academy and become a personal disciple of the master, with so many senior brothers and sisters, what are I afraid of?

Ning Que looked at the senior brother and said seriously: "I heard that the master once praised the senior brother for entering the Tao at night, and the junior brother of this realm yearns for it, and he always feels that five years is too long, and he wants to fight for the day.

The senior brother looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Master Yan ** Yuan interferes in the government affairs, today I rashly said that Xia Hou will unload his armor and return to old age, and if Xia Hou really quits the court politics, even the academy will not be able to take him again, if the senior brother wants to kill him, there is only one way left to challenge this road head-on, do you have this confidence?"

Thinking about the conversation with the senior brother in the room, Ning Que walked outside the general's mansion, and met the mountain where the big black horse was fed at the corner gate, so he invited her to go out of the mansion and go shopping in Tuyang City.

The cold wind in Tuyang City in the depths of winter is like a knife, and the people who watched the excitement before have already returned home, except for the patrolling Tang Qi on the street, it is difficult to see the figures, there is really nothing to shop, but young men and women shopping is not more about shopping, but about who to go with, so Ning Que and Shanshan are in a good mood.

Walking through the grain and grass store with the door half-covered, Ning Que pointed to the city wall and said to Shanshan that there was a problem with the arrow tower when it was repaired, so it looked a little strange, but I heard that it was very good, and then he took her to a certain remote alley to find a very inconspicuous shop to eat a meal of shabu shabu, and proudly said that this is the only delicacy in Tuyang City.

Along the way, watching the winter scenery, eating fresh meat and drinking spirits, Mo Shanshan didn't say much, just quietly listened to what he said, followed him, and then looked at him seriously, his eyes were scattered but no longer indifferent, occasionally passing by this meaning.

"You've been to Tuyang City before?"

"Passed by once. ”

"Then why are you so familiar with Tuyang City?"

"Because...... I once had a friend who lived here for a long time. ”

Ning Que bought a piece of kang sweet potato at the shelter of the street corner, carefully wrapped it in two pieces of coarse paper, handed it to Mo Shanshan and asked her to go back to the General's Mansion first, and then walked into an alley, looking at the corner of the eaves of the General's Mansion and was silent for a long time.

The general in the general's mansion is about to retire, he once made immortal contributions to the establishment of the empire, and now he knows and asks to remove his armor, presumably the court will be honored, and the end cannot be considered bleak.

However, there was so much blood in the general's mansion in Chang'an City, so many headless corpses were burned in the village of Yanjing, and the little black man under the gray wall opposite Lao Bizhai died in the rain.

He really wanted to kill the general, but he knew that he had no way to kill the other party, even if he was no longer a unknown soldier in Weicheng, but a student on the second floor of the academy, he still couldn't kill the other party.

The senior brother came forward in person, and he could only watch the other party unload his armor and return to the field to cut off all the past grievances, and waved his sleeves without taking away any of the past and the blood in the past, so he looked at the eaves of the General's Mansion and was silent for a long time.

The alley was quiet and cold, and no one had walked through it, so at this moment, a middle-aged man in a dark cotton suit quietly leaned over, looking around and no one was paying attention, before handing the small note in his hand to Ning Que.

This middle-aged man was the Tianshu Formation Master who had contacted him in the Bishui Camp at the beginning, and the Formation Master had a special status in Biansai, so it was not too difficult to meet Ning Que in Tuyang City.

Ning Que's gaze fell on the small note, his body stiffened suddenly, the fingers holding the note trembled slightly in the cold wind, and after a moment of silence, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Why did you notify me now?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him sympathetically and reported in a low voice: "I can't find Mr. in the wasteland at all, so I have to stay in Tuyang City and wait for Mr. to return." ”

Ning Que looked at the note, slowly closed his eyes, and shook his head.

The middle-aged man walked out of the alley in silence.

After a long time, Ning Que opened his eyes, destroyed the note in his hand, looked up at the gray winter sky, and muttered, "Why are you so dead?"

The news on the note is the bad news brought by the Tang Tianshu Department from Chang'an City, Master Yan Se, the rune master of Haotian South Gate, died together with the Great Priest of Light who rebelled from Taoshan in a certain mountain in the north of Chang'an City a few days ago.

The news was very simple, but it caused a great shock to Ning Que, he didn't have time to recall the first encounter in the meadow outside the academy, the first question and answer of the way of runes in the pavilion, and the footprints left by the master and apprentice in the old pavilion and new shed of countless Taoist temples inside and outside Chang'an City, so he began to feel sad.

The note was very short, but it vaguely contained a lot of content, Ning Que roughly understood that the reason why the Great Divine Officer of Light had been imprisoned in Taoshan for many years was related to the bloody case of the General's Mansion, and according to those analyses, he caught a very strong intuition in the dark - the reason why the Great Divine Officer of Bright went to Chang'an City should be looking for himself!

He didn't understand where this intuition came from, since he received those fragments of Master Lotus Sheng's spiritual world at the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he often had some very mysterious intuition, and he believed in this intuition.

"Master, did you die because of me?"

Ning Que looked at the gloomy sky, his mood was gloomy and unspeakable, his feelings were extremely bad, if the person who let the master leave this world still existed, he could still suppress the sadness in his heart with the idea of revenge, but the great priest of light was also killed by the master, what else could he do for the master?

He retracted his gaze from the sky, looked at the general's mansion, and said with emotion: "It seems that the bloody case in the general's mansion back then really had something to do with the Xiling Temple, and the person who asked you to do it back then was the great priest of light? Why did you do this? The master died but didn't deserve to die, and people like you deserved to die but never died, why is this?"

After a moment of silence, he said: "After the general unloads his armor and returns to the field, there will be a few mansions in the good fields, and in his spare time, he will invite cats and dogs to tease Yahuan, and when he is bored, he will move a chair to hide in the shade of the melon to make his grandson happy, this kind of day is really beautiful." “

If Sang Sang was by his side at this time, he would be able to understand what Ning Que wanted to express The real meaning Since this kind of day is really beautiful, then don't think too beautifully.

Standing in the alleys of Tuyang City, silently thinking about his long-dead friend and the master who had just passed away, Ning Que felt endless anger welling up between his chest and abdomen, and then those sorrows burned into hot ashes.

Those hot ashes made the breath in his body run abruptly faster, and his qi sea and snow mountains began to produce an indescribable subtle change, and the faint breath of heaven and earth among the winter trees in the surrounding streets and alleys seemed to sense this change, slowly and calmly shrouded it, through the thick jacket and the skin under the clothes, gradually seeping into his body, gradually becoming a mighty momentum, unstoppable.

(To be continued)