Volume 1: Early Morning Empire, Chapter 184, Let Me Go

Hearing this, the priest guessed that the arrangement of the head of the sect and the great priest should have communicated with that person, so he didn't say anything more, took out the file and turned to a certain page, and asked: "The people in the secluded pavilion are almost full. ”

The Pavilion is the place where the Judgment Division of the Temple is responsible for detaining prisoners, located in the depths of the bottom of the foothills of the back of Peach Mountain, and there is no sunlight all day long, for thousands of years, I don't know how many strong people of the Demon Sect, and the rebels who violated the teachings of Haotian were imprisoned here, and then they were either executed or imprisoned to death.

The chief priest of the verdict propped up his chin, not knowing what he was thinking, and when he heard this, the tail of his slender right hand slowly cocked slightly, and said, "It's still routine." ”

The method of the Ruling Division to solve the overcrowding in the Pavilion is very simple, that is, to kill a group of people, burn a group of corpses, and turn the body that occupies the space into ashes, dissolve in the water, and moisten the peach blossoms of the mountain, and there will definitely be no waste.

The subordinate priest nodded, his expression was not unnatural in the slightest, and it was obvious that there was no psychological barrier.

The Grand Priest of the Ruling suddenly closed his eyes slowly and asked in a low voice, "How is the Great Priest of Light now?"

When the subordinate priest heard the five words of the Great Priest of Light, his body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and replied: "His old man is the same as in the past, reciting the doctrine scriptures every day, and he looks ...... Nothing out of the ordinary. ”

The ruling archivist closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, his right index finger lightly tapped the armrest of the Moyu Divine Throne, and suddenly he opened his eyes and said ruthlessly: "Let the whole world know that the thirteen disciples of the academy Ning Que have been on the Japanese scroll." ”

The priest looked at the old face of the great priest, and after a moment of silence, he asked cautiously, "Honorable Divine Seat, what is the purpose of releasing these news?"

The ruling chief priest did not explain, and continued to say indifferently: "In addition, let everyone know that in Chang'an City, the people who killed the monk Wu Shi of the Moon Wheel Country and the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty in one night in the Spring Breeze Pavilion last year, in addition to Chao Xiaoshu, also had a share of Ning Que. ”

The priest vaguely guessed the intention of such an arrangement, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Even if the aunt and the Sword Pavilion of the Moon Wheel Kingdom are angry because of this, but Ning Que is a student of the master, and he is in the territory of the Tang Kingdom, who dares to take revenge?"

"Even if he leaves the Tang Kingdom, will Qu Ni Ma Di and the Sword Pavilion dare to take revenge? After the Spring Breeze Pavilion, the voices of the Moon Wheel Kingdom and the Sword Pavilion do not dare to come out, because they know that they are involved in the internal political disputes of the Tang Kingdom, for fear of being implicated by the Tang Emperor's anger, where can they dare to take revenge? But hatred is always easy to give out some blood, especially in the face of a young man who is still in the realm of unhuo, even if he does not dare to kill, it is a good thing to humiliate a few times. ”

The priest didn't understand, even if the Moon Wheel Kingdom and the Sword Pavilion were looking for an opportunity to humiliate Ning Que, what was the point.

The High Priest closed his eyes again and began to recuperate, without explanation.

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Chang'an City is near Lane 47, after the old pen fasting.

Early in the morning, Sangsang was carrying a bucket of water, ready to water the flowers, only to hear a voice behind him: "Let me come!"

After a long, long time, a messy piece of rune paper fell out of the window, stayed in the mud pot for a long time, and slowly turned into wet water, and gradually seeped into the mud to moisten the roots.

In the evening, Sang Sang squatted in front of the stove, preparing to steam rice, only to hear a voice behind him: "Let me come!"

After a long, long time, a pale yellow sè rune paper was stuffed into the stove hole by one hand, and instantly turned into a flame, which lit the dry wood in the stove with great difficulty, and then turned into a fire with the help of Sangsang's puffing cheeks and blowing.

Late at night, Sang Sang squatted in front of Chuáng, about to wipe the bamboo mat cold, only to hear a voice behind him: "Let me come!"

After a long, long time, a piece of rune paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the basin of water, and gradually soaked softly and spread out, and after a long time, a very thin layer of ice floated on the surface of the water.

Sang Sang squatted beside the water basin, staring at the water without blinking, until his eyes were a little painful, then he rubbed his eyes and stood up. She put the towel in the water and wet it, pursed her mouth tightly, and began to wipe the bamboo mat on the chuáng without saying a word, and turned to pour the water after wiping.

At this moment, I heard a voice behind me: "Let me come!"

Sang Sang couldn't help it, threw the wet towel into the basin with all his might, crossed his thin waist and twisted around, opened his bright willow eyes in annoyance, looked at the desk and said seriously: "Young Master, do you know how long it takes me to wait for your rune paper to play a role every time? Do you know that waiting for such a long time is completely enough for me to water the flowers, light the firewood, cook the rice, wipe the chuáng, and then I can rest?" When you were in Weicheng, you once told me that delaying someone else's time is murdering life, so why do you keep killing me?"

Next to the desk, Ning Que was holding a brush, and was trying to continue writing talismans, but suddenly heard such a long accusation, the excited expression on his face became a little stupid, and he said embarrassedly: "It's not that I just learned to write talismans, I'm a little excited, I always want to practice more, why do you ...... So seriously. ”

In that summer rainstorm, he realized the runes, Ning Que was immersed in that magical world and couldn't extricate himself, waking up in the morning until he fell asleep, he wrote talismans in the small courtyard, and the tossed Sangsang did housework in every way.

In the mountains behind the academy, he also kept writing symbols. The senior brothers and sisters who were cultivating each other, in addition to worrying about the swords and arrows flying everywhere, they also began to worry about the clear water rushing to their faces and the sudden extra ridge under their feet, and what was even more terrifying was the flames that those runes turned into...... Now there is a saying in the mountains behind the academy: fire prevention and knife prevention, senior brothers and sisters, the unhappy senior brothers and sisters finally made a decision that is not difficult, if the junior brother wants to write a talisman, he must be in the iron room of the sixth senior brother, anyway, there is a fire there all the year round, so as not to worry about causing a fire.

Ning Que felt that the senior brothers and sisters were making a fuss, their faces were drenched with some water, and a few small holes were burned on their uniforms, so what was it? They were at least some cultivators in the Cave Xuan Realm, where would they be afraid of these? But since he had committed the anger of the public, he had no choice but to stay in the sixth senior brother's room honestly every day, accompanied by the innocent sigh of the sixth senior brother and the angry roar of the fourth senior brother, he kept testing the talisman.

Nowadays, he is like a child who has got a fresh toy, playing happily from morning to night, as if there is never a moment of boredom and exhaustion, as time goes by, he has mastered more and more talismans, and his understanding of talismans is getting deeper and deeper.

He didn't know that shortly after the first drop of water condensed from the tip of his pen on that summer rainy night, his name appeared on the first volume of the Seven Heavenly Books in that unknowable place somewhere deep in the mountains of the distant Xiling Divine Kingdom. He also didn't know that the high-ranking ruling priest of the Xiling Shrine was determined to announce his name to the hundreds of millions of believers in the world for some inexplicable reason.

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In fact, there is no need for the Xiling Temple to add fuel to the fire, Ning Que's reputation is at least loud enough in Chang'an City. The mountain behind the academy is hidden in the fog, and ordinary people in the world look at it from afar without knowing the details, but His Majesty's appreciation and love for him do not know how many people have been shocked. Moreover, in the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, because of the development of several books, Cheng Dù, the servants of the two mansions from the master to the lowest level would fight every few days, and his deeds began to circulate in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

"Last year, by the lake, the golden boy and the girl, the wind was light, snuggling with each other, I don't know how many people died of envy, Miss Gao looked at it stupidly, tears almost flowed down, but now? Xie Chengyun knew that Jin Wucai was the most suitable candidate for a daughter-in-law, but he couldn't pass the face level, and returned to the Southern Jin Dynasty with a gray face, and continued to be his son of the family, the future minister of the court, leaving Jin Wucai alone in Chang'an, and he was gloomy, tsk......"

"Young master, why do I sound like you are feeling a little envious and jealous?"

"What is there to envy? I told you outside the princess's mansion last year that I don't understand love, but I know that people who play with love, especially young people, are idiots. ”

"But there are always men and women in the world. ”

"Men and women do things for men and women, but don't mistake it. ”

"What's the matter with men and women?"

"Well, the part of the Red Sleeves is here to do things for men and women. ”

Ning Que and Sang Sang got out of the carriage and walked towards the red-sleeved Zhaoli while gossiping.

The master and servant often came to the red-sleeved tricks, and they were already very familiar with this place, so they naturally passed through the side door, went around to the side of the building, and entered the main hall. He deliberately chose to come over in the morning because there was no business at this time.

However, he didn't expect that after entering the main hall, the girls who should have been wearing ordinary home clothes, yawning around to wake up, and then seeing themselves, their eyes lit up, and they pinch their cheeks, and lead them to the backyard to play...... It's like a different group of people.

I saw that the girl was dressed very formally, wearing expensive clothes that would only be worn on important occasions, divided into two columns between the halls, and looked at him with a smile but two points of restraint, as if she had made a special trip to greet him. When they saw Ning Que walking out of the side door with Sang Sang, he saluted very neatly, and said in a clear voice: "I've seen Ning Gongzi." ”

Looking at this scene and listening to the clear voice of the warbler, Ning Que couldn't help but be dumbfounded, looked at the girl Shui Zhu'er who was standing at the front of the queue, and asked, "Sister Zhu'er, is this ...... What's going on?"

Miss Shui Zhu'er has earned a lot of money these days by selling chicken soup and pasting Yan's rubbing, and she often has to hand over money with Sang Sang, but she is not as affectionate as other girls who are curious and restrained, she greeted him with a smile, gently held his arm, led him inside, and explained softly:

"Your status is different now, who is embarrassed to tease you like before? Jane, everyone knows that after you entered the second floor, he died, and red envelopes were distributed all over the building. The girl in the building is in awe of your present scenery, and delighted in the benefits you have brought, and when you come back for the first time in months, of course the big guy should welcome you well. ”

Although he entered the second floor of the academy, Ning Que was busy with cultivation and had little contact with the outside world, but after going to a few banquets these days, he probably knew that he was a celebrity in Chang'an City, but he really didn't expect that he could have this kind of treatment in the red sleeves, and he couldn't help but feel a little lazy for a while.

It's a pity that he didn't have much time to Xun Xunran, and just when those girls finally digested the shock and timidity in their hearts and were ready to pounce on them to ask about those rumors, Jane's personal maid Xiaocao walked downstairs with a cold face like every time, and reiterated Jane's rules to everyone.

Sang Sang and Xiao Cao, who are familiar with each other of the same age, went to the back garden to play, Ning Que sighed for a long time, and Tui Ruo poured lead to climb to the top floor of the red sleeve Zhao with difficulty, and was extremely unwilling to push open the wooden door, lifted the bead curtain, bowed to the Fu people behind the curtain, and said sadly: "I have entered the second floor of the academy, why can't I do it yet?"

Jane, who has a wide forehead and a nose, is not a traditional beauty, but has a graceful bearing similar to that of a man, I saw her smile slightly, motioned for Ning Que to sit down, and said, "How old are you, why do you focus on male and female affairs?"

Ning Que said angrily: "The more people don't want people to do it, the more people want to do it, and besides, I'm eighteen!"

"As I said last time, you can call me Aunt Jane. ”

Jian everyone pushed the tea in front of him, and said with a smile: "No matter how Your Majesty appreciates you, no matter how much those guys in the back mountain spoil you, as long as I don't agree, no one in the entire Qinglou in Chang'an City will dare to provoke you." ”

"My aunt, hey......" Ning Que said helplessly, "Why is this?"

Jian said earnestly: "What kind of place is the academy, and what is the place on the second floor? Since you are so lucky to enter, of course you have to put all your mind on studying and cultivating, why bother to entangle with us in these places of wind and moon? If something unpleasant really happens, you will just pay it back, what if you damage the reputation of the academy?"

"I don't think even a master cares about these things. Ning Que said.

Jane raised her eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Even if the master speaks, it must be approved by me." ”

Entering Chang'an City at the beginning of last year, Ning Que mistakenly entered the red sleeve move, and since the first meeting, everyone in Jane has cared about him like an elder. To be honest, he has always been a little suspicious of this, especially when Jane and everyone talked, they always felt as if they were extremely familiar with the academy, and the words they heard at this time made the doubts in their hearts even stronger, and after a while, they asked tentatively:

"Aunt Jane, you ...... Are you familiar with the academy?"

Hearing this, Jane was slightly stunned, picked up the tea on the table to cover up, and after a moment of silence, he responded: "I have never entered the academy. ”

Not having entered the academy does not mean that he is not familiar with the academy, Ning Que was about to continue to ask questions, but he didn't expect Jian to ask directly: "Jun Mo is still so old-fashioned now?"

"Jun Mo?" Ning Que was confused.

Everyone Jian looked at him and frowned and said, "It's your second senior brother, you don't even know his name yet?"

Ning Que was slightly startled, and said tentatively: "Where do you dare to call him by name, it's not that you don't know how proud he is, so you forgot what the second senior brother's name is." ”

"Proud?" Jane didn't know what she had in mind, a look of remembrance appeared on her face, and she said with a smile: "Since entering the mountain, Xiao Mo likes to learn to pretend to be proud, and he has to make a mallet on his head. ”

Ning Que burst out laughing.

Jane shook her head with a smile, and suddenly asked, "Is that scholar okay?"

"Readers are still reading. ”

"Everybody's fine. ”

"Aunt Jane, why don't you ask Master and Senior Brother. ”

"Whoa, are they back?"

"Nope. ”

"Since you haven't, then you haven't seen it yet, what's the use of me asking? But I'm sure that Master and your senior brother will live well wherever they are. ”

Jane's voice gradually lowered, and her thoughts drifted back to years ago, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

Ning Que vaguely understood something, the reason why this leader of the world was blue-eyed after knowing that he was a student of the academy was because of some empathy in the past, but who was the person who had a relationship with her back then? Who looked like him in the back mountain? Second Senior Brother...... Xiao Mo? Or is it the sixth senior brother who has a body of toned muscles and is very popular with women? Could it be the master?!

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Came to the small courtyard of Shuizhuer in the back garden, wrote a book for Miss Lu Xue and several of the most familiar women, stamped it with SI seals, and finally sent the satisfied girls out, Ning Que also thought about the relationship between Jane's family and the academy again, and walked towards Shuizhu'er with a smile, his eyes fell on her snow-white and soft suxiong, and his heart couldn't help but shake.

Shui Zhu'er looked embarrassed and anxious, waved her hand back again and again, and said urgently: "Don't be like this, don't be like this." ”

Ning Que was stunned, thinking that although he had never really made love, he had hugged and pinched momo a lot of times, why did Sister Zhu'er react so much today, and he felt like a wolf who was pressing step by step.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he secretly thought that this was probably the situation of the legend......

He laughed and said, "Good sister, no one can hear you even if you scream in your throat." ”

Shui Zhu'er's face was slightly pale, and she pushed it again and again, and said sadly: "Good brother, it's really not good." ”

Ning Que noticed that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "Why not?"

"Jane, everyone has spoken......"

"Last time we said okay, come secretly, ignore her. ”

"Yes...... Your master spent the night with me yesterday. ”

"Master?"

"Master Yan Se. ”

Shui Zhu'er was ashamed, holding a silk scarf and looking at him timidly and said: "Although I am doing it in Fengyue Xing, there are still some things that I can't do.

In today's world, the name of master and apprentice is even stronger than that of father and son, Shui Zhuer is the top red-card girl in Chang'an City, usually picks up guests are extremely picky, most of the time is playing tea around the light hook hun to earn silver, and there are few guests who can really enter her tent in two years, where is embarrassed to serve the master and apprentice.

Ning Que was stunned for a long time, and said angrily: "Master, can't the student be moo?"

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Ning Que is not good, but he is in the prime of his eighteen-year-old youth, and his body is in full swing, and he has never been in contact with a woman in his two lives, not to mention the so-called full warmth and thought yinyu, and now he has countless silver tickets, and the scenery on the cultivation path is positive, and in his spare time, of course, he will inevitably be extremely curious and yearning for the affairs of men and women.

At night, he returned to Lao Bizhai and lay on the chuáng, the summer night heat of Chang'an City and the dry fire in his body attacked inside and outside, making him toss and turn, and it was difficult for him to sleep. On the contrary, the scorching summer of Chang'an City is the most comfortable season for Sangsang, who is congenitally weak and cold, and has already fallen asleep on the side of Chuángtou.

The little shi girl slept very sweetly, and in her dream, she turned over on her head, and her right tui bent up and hit Ning Que under her lower abdomen.

Ning Que was suddenly hit hard, snorted in pain, his body bent as if cooked, and his face turned pale.

After a while, the pain subsided, and he glared at Sangsang, who was still asleep, in annoyance, and reached out to pull her tui down.

The fingers touched Sangsang's little feet, and suddenly there was a very comfortable coldness, which felt very good, as if it was the ice fish in the wine glass when the university scholars had a dinner party a few days ago, smooth and cool.

On such a hot summer night, holding such a little foot in his hand felt really comfortable, Ning Que was a little reluctant to let go, holding it in his hand and moaning gently, looking at the starlight through the window, he saw that the little foot in his hand was as white as jade, as beautiful as a lotus flower carved by ice jade.

Ning Que held his cold little feet, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what was going on in his head.

Probably because her fingers touched the center of her foot and it was a little itchy, Sang Sang shrunk her foot in her sleep, but she couldn't pull her foot out of Ning Que's hand, so she woke up, she rubbed her loose eyes, and asked, "Young Master, what are you doing grabbing my foot." ”

Ning Que was taken aback, feeling that he had instantly turned into a poor young man who was beaten by many fu women with washboards outside the women's bathhouse, forcibly suppressed the embarrassment, and explained in a slightly trembling voice: "It's too ...... It's hot, your feet are cold, and it's very comfortable to hold. ”

Hearing the explanation, Sang Sang sighed, lay down to sleep again, adjusted his body, and leaned to the right side, making it more convenient and easier for Ning Que to hold his right foot.

The old pen house returned to silence, and only a few cicadas could be faintly heard from the street.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Que suddenly asked, "Sangsang, are you ...... this year?" How old. ”

Sang Sang closed his eyes and replied, "I don't know when I was born, I shouldn't have been very old when you told me to pick me up, so now I should be almost fourteen." ”

"Fourteen ......"

Ning Que silently repeated it in his heart, then let go of the little foot in his hand and said, "Sleep well." ”

Sang Sang opened his eyes, looked at him and asked curiously, "Young Master, aren't you too hot?"

"I'm going to get a fan. ”

"What's the use of a fan?"

"Can't you have smelly feet?"

"I wash my feet every day, but your feet really stink, young master. ”

"No matter, I'm going to get the fan anyway. ”

"Young Master. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Leave me alone. ”

There was a sound of squirming on the other end of Chuáng, Sang Sang crawled over, crawled to Ning Que and lay down, stretched out his thin arm and tui hugged him, put his face on his chest, found a comfortable position, and then rubbed.

She snuggled into his arms and muttered sleepily, "It's cool." ”

Her body was still thin, and she wrapped it around his waist when she held Ning Que Tui, looking like a silk on an oak tree.

However, after all, it was a girl who turned fourteen, and the feeling of cool and slight bullets came through the extremely thin single clothes.

Ning Que looked at the roof with his eyes open, obviously cold jade in his arms, but he felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, and he couldn't sleep at all.

The cicadas on the green trees in the streets and alleys also lost sleep for some reason, shouting hot.

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