After Chen Bachi was carried back from the tent, no one dared to believe that he was the commander of the temple cavalry with a stern expression and a bright blessing before, it seemed that whether it was an emperor or a saint, as long as his clothes were recorded, and countless pieces of skin and flesh were torn off his back by a spicy staff, and an inexplicable blood painting was written, he could only be a miserable prisoner.

Lord Celestial Oracle glanced at the flesh-and-blood body on the blanket, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he said something calmly and sternly, the main meaning of which was of course to reiterate the laws of the temple and warn everyone that Haotian's fair eyes were always patrolling the world, and those who dared to violate it would be punished.

Ning Que didn't listen to these words carefully, not because he had any ill feelings for this temple bigwig, or because he wanted to express strong contempt for hypocrisy, because in his opinion, sometimes hypocrisy is also a virtue. The reason why he could not listen intently was because the man lying miserably on the carpet was staring at him.

The blood flowed like a river, and Chen Bachi, who was full of muscles and muscles, tilted his head with difficulty, staring at Ning Que's eyes with gray eyes without blinking, there was no love in his eyes, just indifference, but it was this indifference that profoundly showed the hatred he had for Ning Que in his heart at this time.

As the leader of the Guardian Divine Army of the Temple, a powerhouse of the Cave Realm, how could he have been humiliated like this.

He knew that he was not qualified to hold a grudge against the Academy, let alone launch a ruthless revenge on the other party, but at the same time, he believed that the two lords in the ruling department, especially the prince of Longqing, would definitely stand up for himself in the future. So even though his already painful mind was a little confused at this time, and his eyes were a little blurred, he still stared at Ning Que stubbornly, because he wanted to remember this face and this person clearly.

The matter of the meadow horse thief has been declared over with the severe punishment of the Commander by the Divine Temple, so even if Chen Bachi stares at Ning Que, Ning Que has nothing to do. Ning Que couldn't be like those gangsters in Chang'an West City, just because the other party was staring at him, he would beat others up again.

However, Ning Que was not afraid of anything, he knew the hidden meaning in the indifferent eyes of the bloody man on the ground, so he slowly squatted down, glared back unceremoniously, and said: "This commander, the way you stare at me, it is a bit of a feeling of looking at me, but it is a pity that you can't kill people with your eyes alone." ”

"You know, we were in the camp at the time, and we were looking at you on the meadow. ”

Suddenly, he remembered that Master Yan Se had once described to himself a real great cultivator, such as a person like the second senior brother, who only needs to look at you, "You will die, and then think that you still have to rely on the waist card, rely on the reputation of the academy and the master to bully people, you will only be unable to get off the momentum, and you can't help but feel a little stupid."

No one could detect that Ning Que was in a gloomy mood at this time, on the contrary, many people in the account were hesitant because of his appearance, especially looking at the miserable situation of the leader of the temple cavalry covered in blood and flesh, Ning Que still lowered his body and continued to mock his words, in the eyes of the disciples of various sects, "He, a guy with fresh eyebrows and eyes and an amiable expression, is really unspeakably hateful, and he is purely like a scum who bullies others."

Aunt Qu Nima Di could no longer suppress the anger in her heart, slapped her chair hand heavily, and shouted, "Enough!"

Ning Que stood up, looked at Ni Ma Di, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not enough."

There was a tense silence in the tent, and everyone's eyes were on this young man who would have a cute dimple on his cheek when he smiled, and he wanted to take a pair of scissors to pierce the dimple, thinking that the temple had punished his subordinates, and everyone remained silent, "Isn't this enough?"

"When I walked into the account before, I stopped the mountain lord from sending you a life-and-death fight, and I interjected a little rashly, the reason why I did this was because I thought that aunt, you are old and frail, if the mountain lord misses for a while, "It really hurts you, and it will inevitably be gossiped, but I don't think it's wrong for her to do this." ”

Ning Que looked at the old fu's cold expression that couldn't be pinched with wrinkles, looked at the anger and disdain in her eyes, and thought about the pictures he saw with his own eyes after he went to Yanbei, "Thinking of the despicable shamelessness of this old fu who bullied others, framed them, and used the power and prestige in his hands to force the girls of the Great River Country into danger, he frowned and said: "I just think I should ask clearly, the camp of the ration team was besieged by horse thieves, and the cavalry of the temple watched cold-bloodedly, at that time, aunt, you were also on the meadow, do you know?" If you knew, why didn't you care about it at the time?"

Without waiting for the voice to spread, he quickly continued to ask: "Before, it was the temple that punished his subordinates, aunt, you said enough, can you also manage the affairs of the temple? If so, then why didn't you care about it on the meadow that day?"

Ning Que stared at Qu Nimadi's old and slightly cloudy eyes, his tone was extremely serious, of course he was not joking, his suspicious expression seemed to be gentle, his words were unhurried, but the meaning in it was very tough.

Aunt Qu Nima Di trembled angrily, and she didn't expect that after Commander Chen Bachi paid such a bloody price, this new disciple in the back mountain of the academy would ignore the dignity of the elders and the young, and still wanted to teach himself a lesson!

The Heavenly Oracle Division frowned slightly, in his opinion, even if Ning Que was a personal disciple of the master, it might represent the attitude of the mountain behind the academy, but the temple had already used the humiliation and blood of a strong man to show harmony, if Ning Que really wanted to spread the flames of war to Aunt Qu Nimadi, it was something that the temple would never allow.

The relationship between the power of the Dao and the power of the Moon Wheel King, Aunt Qu Nimadi's position in the cultivation world, and the power of the Buddha behind her all meant that the temple must maintain her dignity.

Therefore, Lord Si took a very casual glance in the direction of the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion.

Both the master and the students on the second floor of the academy rarely walk in the world, but the cultivation sects in the world today still revere and revere the academy incomparably, because there are many legends that have been circulating since a long time ago, and these legends have been passed down from generation to generation in the sects of various countries, and they have formed a certain mindset, and the distance is not only beautiful, but also easy to produce a sense of awe.

Now that I finally saw a disciple on the second floor of the academy, it was not surprising that Qi Chun could not call the wind, and he could not raise his hand to call the rain, but he was extremely proud and mean, and the reverence of the mysterious and profound guide zhì naturally faded.

Especially those Southern Jin sword masters, they have Liu Bai, the sword saint who is recognized as the strongest in the world, and they are extremely proud in their bones, and they know that this person named Ning Que is the culprit who killed a certain senior brother last year, "Respect is more appropriate than hatred."

Of course, "The glance of the Heavenly Oracle Division was not to let any Southern Jin Dynasty sword master jump out and destroy Ning Que. The Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman would not make such a stupid move, as long as he thought about the legend about Momoyama being cut down, he knew that even if the Sword Saint Liu Bai was here in person, he would not offend the academy for no reason.

A Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman said in a deep voice: "Mr. Thirteen, you are not a person from the temple, why should you care about the affairs of the temple?"

Lord Sizao's gaze and the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Master's disrespect for Ning Queshu and only hatred converged, but it just turned into a question and rebuttal, of course, under the premise that no one in the tent dared to question the academy, this was also brave.

This sentence is naturally aimed at Ning Que's attack on Aunt Qu Nimadi.

Ning Que glanced at the Southern Jin Sword Master, shook his head and said, "You idiot?"

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned.

Sang Sang once asked him if he felt that everyone other than him was an idiot, he said that it was because there were always many idiots in the world doing idiotic things, and his favorite thing to do was to scold countless people for idiots in front of Sang Sang behind the world's back, such as the princess of the Tang Dynasty, he once overheard the Tang Emperor scolding idiots in the imperial study and gave birth to the warm feeling of the same way, and he used to scold each other for idiots with Chen Pipi on the letterhead.

It's just that when he began to practice into the back mountain, and gradually walked on the road to becoming a big man, he rarely had such a direct and awe-inspiring approach, so at this time he felt so familiar and nostalgic for the idiot Jun who he hadn't seen for a long time.

He looked at the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Master and smiled, and continued in a gentle voice: "Idiot, you, my master Yan Se is the great priest of the Xiling Divine Temple, and he is on an equal footing with the three great divine thrones of the Heavenly Oracle Bright Judgment, and as his only successor, I see someone ruining the reputation of the temple, if I don't care about it, wouldn't I live up to the earnest teachings of the family teacher, and be ashamed of Haotian?"

At this time, ordinary people will probably turn around and ask the Heavenly Oracle Division: My lord, do you say that I can control it or not? However, Ning Que did not ask, because he knew that it was not wrong to be arrogant and take advantage, but being arrogant and taking advantage of it could only make him a lot more trouble.

The Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman's questioning full of courage and perseverance was blocked back by Ning Que with a casual word, and no one in the field questioned whether he had the qualifications to care about the affairs of the temple, although he knew that the Xiling Temple had confirmed the two great priests at the south gate of Haotian Dao all day, and it was only based on political considerations, but if he questioned this matter at this time, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the Xiling Temple?

Aunt Qu Nimadi's face was extremely dark, she stared at Ning Que's eyes, her body trembled slightly, and suddenly she laughed hoarsely and ugly, and said sharply: "A woman is not a second husband, but an apprentice worships two masters, I don't want to ask Yan Se, if I meet a master in the future, I want to ask him, what is he thinking, is it for such a stubborn, despicable and shameless disciple, he will lose his reputation for a hundred years?"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the hidden meaning in the words was directly referring to the two masters, although Ning Que had not seen the master, he had not seen that the mountain had lived in the mountain for so many years, where could anyone be allowed to be so presumptuous.

And he knew that he couldn't rectify this shameless old woman today, he was dissatisfied, but he couldn't do anything about the other party, he didn't expect the other party to come to the door at this time, where did he have a reason not to kick it hard?

Ning Que's smile slowly faded, and he said calmly: "You asked me who my teacher was before, and said that you would teach me a lesson on behalf of my teacher, but now you know who my teacher is, but it seems that you still want to teach him." ”

He slapped his palm on the table next to him, the table toppled over, the teacup shook, and the tea splashed all over the sky!

Ning Que pointed at Qu Ni Ma Di's nose, turned her face like a book, and said angrily: "According to the seniority, you old woman still want to call me uncle! You actually want to teach me a lesson? Do you know what it means to be inferior to the elderly? You want to ask the master? The master can be seen if a person like you wants to see it? You want to teach the master a lesson? Do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

When Mu Ran, the commander of the temple cavalry, stared at Ning Que before, he thought that this was the biggest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life.

At this time, Qu Ni Ma Di stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed at Ning Que, thinking that this was a humiliation that she had never suffered in her life, but just like the quiet court at this time, this old fu only took a short time, and knew that there was no way to get this humiliation back today, because Ning Que did not reason with her at all.

Ning Que is unreasonable.

He only talks about seniority.

In the past few decades, she has suppressed people who are not as strong as herself, and when she meets people who are strong and strong, she will press them with seniority, and no matter who she is, she will give her some face, so she is invincible, and gradually developed this kind of xing, at best, it is jealous and hateful, but in fact, it is arrogant and ruthless, and her heart is narrow.

She could never have imagined that someone would use such a method against her, and she could only listen honestly, because according to her usual words and habits, there was nothing wrong with the other party.

The master's rank is indeed extremely high, even she, the old fu with the highest rank in the Buddhist sect, is only two generations behind, which is also equivalent to saying, if it is strictly required, she really wants to be honored as Ning Que's uncle.

She humiliated her uncle, and she questioned her ancestor, which seemed to be no different from bullying her teacher and destroying her ancestor.

Qu Nimadi was so angry that she was a little delirious, and vaguely, as if she had seen those colleagues who had been pressed to death by herself with her own generations over the years, and who did not dare to raise their heads even if they were scolded with their heads covered with their faces, and thought to herself, would she suffer the same humiliation today?

She stared at Ning Que, the thin old hand hanging outside her sleeve trembled violently, and there was a strong movement of heaven and earth in the tent.

Ning Que looked up at her condescendingly, his hands calmly behind him, and there was no breath on his body.

I don't need to say anything, everything is clearly expressed.

If you really make a mistake and dare to beat me in front of so many people, I don't need to use such a worldly killer weapon as the senior brother and the second senior brother, I just need to send the old twelve Chen Pipi over and clean you up after seeing you.

Who made your respectable aunt not enter the fate?

Ning Que looked at her and shook his head, and sighed: "As a great power of the Buddhist Sect, I don't know how thin my life paper is, no wonder I am old and virtuous, and I haven't known the destiny of heaven until today." ”

Although Qu Nimadi is a royal family, she is resolute and tenacious in her practice, noble in status, noble in seniority, and strong in strength, and the most painful and regrettable thing in her life is that she cannot cross that high threshold.

Under the repeated stabbing, she was already on the verge of breaking out of anger, but she knew that she couldn't do anything to Ning Que here, so she had been forcibly suppressing it, but at the end she heard such a sentence!

Aunt Qu Nima Di forcibly swallowed back the blood that was about to gush out, and used the last clarity to make her eyes black, and she didn't know if it was true or not, so she fell backwards like this.

There was an exclamation in the audience. @。