Nightfall

Volume Two Chapter 278 of the Winter Lake Banner Exhibition

The cliff between the backyard of the academy.

Confucius was wearing a black smock, sitting on the cliff, looking at the Chang'an City in the distance, where heavy snow was falling, and looking from a distance, it was like Haotian was giving a salt flower to the world.

"Fifteen years ago, I was sitting here, looking at the wood house in the doctor's house."

The Master said: "I watched your little brother pale and holding a hatchet and walked out of the fire room. I watched him grab the rope and hid in the well. I watched him turn over the courtyard wall and walk into the crowd. I watched him Leaving Chang'an City ... as if you saw your uncle a long time ago. "

The grand master stood aside and asked, "Where does he look like Junior Uncle?"

The master shook his head and said, "I can't tell clearly, probably a strong desire for freedom?"

"I can understand why the teacher said Uncle Xiao this way." The older brother didn't ask: "But what does the tragic incident that the little brother encountered in the past have anything to do with the word freedom?"

The master said: "The so-called freedom is the right to choose. Choose to live, choose to die, or choose not to choose. At that time, your younger brother chose to pick up the hatchet and kill the housekeeper and his best playmate. At that moment, he took the first step towards the other side of freedom. "

The brother said honestly: "Teacher, I can't understand."

The Master said: "You are the clearest creek in the world. You have been flowing freely in the mountains for many years. Maybe you have encountered dangerous rocks and reefs, but you have never met real river crossings. You have never met your little teacher. The choices faced. "

"No one is qualified to judge this choice made by your younger brother, but he is able to make this choice, which is already different from ordinary people. Just like your uncle, no matter what circumstances you face, They will only do what they want. "

The master said: "So the teacher wants to take the younger brother to get started?"

The Master said with emotion: "In the spring, when I met your younger brother in Songhelou and talked to him in the grass cottage, I found that he was not the same as your uncle, and I felt regretful at that time."

"However, this is the case. Where can I find two identical leaves?"

Confucius looked at the snow clouds in the distance and Chang'an City shrouded in the snow and said with relief: "However, your younger brother's choice still surprises me today. I never expected that he would have such courage to challenge Xiahou head-on. I really like the clumsy meaning of this choice. "

He turned to look at his big disciple and smiled, "You are the most awkward among the disciples of the academy, so I like you the most, but in some ways, you really have to learn from Junmo and Xiaoshi."

The master was awe-inspiringly taught, but just looking at the snow in the distance, he could not restrain his worries. He hesitated a moment and said, "If the younger brother really loses to Xiahou, what should I do?"

The words if and true in this sentence are very meaningful, which shows that in the eyes of the master of the academy, Ning Que and Xiahou are not without a battle.

"I don't believe in heaven or fate, I only believe in myself."

The Master glanced at the gloomy sky in the winter, and said, "Everyone can only believe in himself. This is your younger brother's own choice. It is his mockery and contempt for the fate of Heavenly Dao. Then, in addition to a fair environment, what is he No need. "

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The silence in front of the imperial city lasted for a long time, and the blood storm was sitting on the blood flag, and the **** umbrella swayed slightly, and the faces of everyone brushed seemed to be frozen.

Datang Guoshi Li Qingshan looked at Ning Que, his eyes were very complicated, and he said, "So?"

Ning Que is silent.

Li Qingshan sighed softly, shook his head helplessly and said: "Your Majesty has a word, if you insist that this duel is going to proceed, then you must first hand over things."

He reached out to Ning Que and said, "You know what your majesty is saying."

Ning Que raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"

Li Qingshan said: "Are you a private enemy?"

Ning Que said, "Yes."

Li Qingshan said: "While it is private enmity, how can we use the national weapon?"

Then he said seriously: "If this battle is over and you really survived, then I will give it back to you."

Ning Que looked at the thick snow under his feet. After a moment of silence, he took out a thing tightly wrapped in cloth from his arms, but did not hand it to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly, "Can't you believe me?"

"I have never believed anyone but myself, sorry."

Ning Que said, and then handed the thing wrapped in cloth to Chen Pipi behind him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, and ignored the things in the hall, and walked towards the palace.

The people in front of the palace gate did not know what Ning Que took out of his arms, but he was a little curious. Xia Hou clearly felt the volatile fluctuations in that thing, and the iron eyebrows slowly rose, watching Ning Que say : "It turns out that the eye pivot is really in your hands, no wonder you have such a bold spirit to challenge me."

Ning Que said: "As I said before, I still have many powerful methods."

Xia Hou slowly stroked the armrest of the chair, and he didn't seem to find that there was nothingness there. He said: "Now the eye pivot is taken, do you insist on killing me?"

Ning Que said: "You have killed many people, and I have also killed many people. People like us should be clear that there are many ways to kill people."

Xiahou said indifferently: "Knowing that he will definitely die, he insisted on killing me for revenge? The memory of the four-year-old boy can be so long-term? Can he remember the looks of your parents? I don't believe it, I thought you just kept It ’s impossible to get rid of the psychological shadow of the year. "

Listening to these words, Ning Que said: "I must admit that my hands are stained with Master's blood and I feel uncomfortable. I can't clean it even if I wash it. The fingers are always sticky. Maybe there is indeed a psychological shadow. The first time I used a hatchet to kill someone, I have been used to it since. "

He looked at Xiahou and said, "But what about that? What's the point of saying this?"

Xiahou Tiemei raised his eyebrows slightly, with a mocking and contemptuous expression on his face, saying: "At least it can prove that your revenge is not as great and just as you think."

"Greatness and justice?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "After escaping from Chang'an City, I have imagined countless times over the years. One day I will meet strange people in the mountains, inheriting my peerless skills, and go straight to the barracks to kill you. . "

"I will ask you why you are so cold and so killing. I will say that I killed you today to make justice for the innocent soul in the General Mansion and the scorched corpse in the Yanjing Village. All the innocent people who died have asked for justice. That list is very good. Long, and finally added a good friend of mine. "

Speaking of this, he looked at Xiahou Weiwei and said, "These are some very awe-inspiring words, very loud words, but ... what does it have to do with me?"

The wind, cold and snow hit the body, Ning Que coughed his lips with a fist and coughed twice, and then spit a thick sputum into the snow. The yellowish sputum was dazzling in the clean white snow.

"I don't kill fewer people than you. I have done many evil things that others can't imagine. My hands are never clean. Where is my messenger of justice?"

He looked at Xiahou and said, "It doesn't matter if you kill as many innocent people as long as it has nothing to do with me. I can even applaud you next to me, but since you killed my whole family, I will naturally kill you. It ’s a matter of course and no other reason is needed. "

Xiahou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "It's a little interesting."

Then he stood up from the chair.

Just like an indestructible mountain, it suddenly appeared in the wind and snow.

"Come to kill me."

He finally said: "Or be killed by me and end your painful life."

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In the twilight of Chang'an City, like the falling night, the thick snow clouds covered the last afterglow and the starry sky. The lakeside of Yanming Lake was dark. Only the torches in the distance illuminated the snow falling from the sky. Those dense and roaring snow Yao became the starlight of the world.

Xia Hou looked blankly at the closed door in front of him. He reached back and took the military flag from his own soldiers. Before walking to the door, Xiahou held the military flag in his right hand and drew down.

His movements are very casual. The ground in front of the courtyard gate is a hard stone ground. When the flagpole fell, the stone ground was fragmented, splashing countless gravel, and the tail was deep in mud.

Xiahou slowly released his palm, the flagpole seemed as firm as the ground, and the blood-red military flag hunted in the snow all over the sky, swallowing all the night.

This blood-red Wang Jiangqi has accompanied Xiahou for many years.

Whether it is fighting against the Yan team, or fighting with the cavalry of the Zuoying Wangting, this flag has always fluttered in the army of the northeastern frontier of the Datang Empire.

For decades, this blood flag has never fallen.

Just like that powerful man under the blood.

The soldiers outside Yanming Lake, the vigilant ministers, and the Changan government officials who maintained order, looked at the blood flag in the night, and they all felt a strong feeling.

Tonight, this **** flag will not fall.

Xiahou walked up the stone steps.

Then he pushed open the courtyard door.

So he walked into the night.

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Ning Que is not in the mansion on the shore of Yanming Lake ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He and Sang Sang were standing on Yanming Mountain on the south bank of the lake at this time, overlooking the distant opposite bank.

Sang Sang held a **** umbrella, covering the increasingly heavy snow.

In the eyes of the world, the most powerful thing that Ning lacked to cultivate into a realm is the word Fu and Arrow. To fight against a strong martial arts peak like Xiahou, it is of course necessary to increase the distance of battle.

Although Xia Hou did not know where Ning was absent at this time, he could guess this, but he was proud and confident like him, and he did not care about this at all.

It's just that the wind and snow are tonight, the night is covering the stars, and Yanming Lake in the winter is like a frozen inkstone. Even if Ning Que is keen, he can't see the picture on the other side.

If you can't see it, how can Yuan Thirteen Arrows hit the enemy?

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(It's gone today, I need to sort it out and delete some, two chapters tomorrow.