Nightfall

There is a middle-aged Taoist in the middle of the wolf. He wears an ordinary robe, has an ordinary look, and has an ordinary look. He can't see any special, and naturally no one knows his true identity.

In the current Xiling Temple Joint Army Camp, there are more than a hundred red priests who secretly sneaked from Taoshan, the most powerful force of Daomen, all concentrated here, not in the Taoshan Temple.

Such a terrifying force, not only Ye Hongyu and Moshan Mountain, but also Ning Que ... When the news of the golden account annihilation and the tragic death of Atta and the National Master reached Taoshan, the Daomen began to make preparations.

A few days ago, the news that Ning Que killed Hengmu in the Qinghe River also came here. This fact made the most powerful people in the Xiling Temple silent for a long time.

According to the speed of Ning Que's rushing to kill people, he should not come much slower than the news. Zhang Jiao, Zhao Nanhai and middle-aged Taoists began to silently prepare for the final battle.

Even if Ye Hongyu and Moshan Mountain form a kind of tacit agreement with Ning Que, the Xiling Temple also feels that they can fulfil one battle because they have been preparing for a long time.

To their surprise, Ye Hongyu didn't come to attack, and Ning Que didn't come. If Ye Hongyu was sensitive to battle, she intuitively chose to wait and see, then Ning Que? Where did he go?

Ning Que did not go anywhere.

It was like the sentence that told the soldiers and soldiers of Nanjin when they looked at the sword pavilion that day. He stayed in Nanjin for a long time. Naturally, staying is not a tourist. He also killed many people by the way.

Those who drop, don't kill.

Those who do not descend, kill.

Descended not to Tang, but to the old man of Jiange.

These are three sentences that Ning Que told all the people of Nanjin.

As the Xiling Temple was about to greet him, he stayed in the second most powerful country in the world, began his own proclaiming, and showed his coldness.

He killed in Panshan County, in Linkang City, in the alleys, in the palace, the new emperor of the Xiling Temple was killed by him, the prime minister was killed by him, and many people were killed. He killed.

Waiting silently and suffocating on the bank of the river and the cold-blooded brutal killing of Nanjin time slowly and unstoppably passed into the cool office in midsummer, and Ning Que disappeared again without a trace.

What he left behind were those few words and blood debt, and Nan Jin who was in chaos.

The Southern Army and Yulin Army of Datang Town had restored the Qinghe River at that time. After the old valve people were cleared, they would continue to go south after a short rest. Where is there in Nanjin today to resist?

He really determined the trend of a national war in advance by himself, why? Because he can kill people and is good at killing people, the kind of people who can kill people in the academy in the past are Ke Haoran, but it has been forgotten for a long time that what he is doing now is to make people think of it again.

He entered Weicheng, the gold account died, passed Daze, and died in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Now he disappeared again and I do not know which country to go to, and which country is going to die?

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The summer is gradually going to the scorching heat. The Xiling Temple was prepared for Ning Que on the riverside. He never waited for Ning Que to appear, nor did he expect that he suddenly appeared near the Xiling Temple at this time.

The former Xiling Temple refers to the Daomen, and the latter Xiling Temple refers to the location. It is the solemn Taoist temples on the top of Taoshan Mountain-looking from the town, you can see the sacred place.

The **** horse came to the Xiling Tomb of God and walked silently in the small town in front of Taoshan. Compared with the sacred Taoist temple between the mountains in the distance, the town was quiet and secular, forming a sharp contrast.

Ning Ben was going to buy some roasted sweet potatoes, but when he entered the town, he suddenly changed his mind. He thought about it for a while, turned over and dismounted, and took the reins to a humble shop in the east of the town.

Dismounting is to show respect. Nowadays, no one in the Xiling Temple deserves his respect, but the person in the shop is worth it. Although he does not understand the character of that person, it is worth the word by years.

It was a butcher shop, the only one in the town, just like the town where Song and Yan Guo bordered, there was only one butcher shop, and there was only one butcher shop wherever the man was. .

Evening heat is still very hot, the town is like being caged in a steamer, taking a potion continuously, being quacked with a big dark horse that eats the deliciousness of the wilderness, even if the physique has been transformed very special, it is still a little unbearable Panting gaspingly, Ning Que also untied the neckline in front of the hospital.

The butcher shop is extremely sultry. The space surrounded by **** smell and hair removal boiling pot is full of breathing nose and unbearably high temperature. Waving a heavy knife in front of the thick chopping board, there was no sweat on the bronze body.

The blade fell, and the snow and fat spilled into the snowflakes.

Ning Que stood outside the threshold of the butcher shop and looked at the butcher behind the chopping board and said, "Hello."

The butcher did not look up at him, and continued the action of chopping the meat, said: "General."

Ning Que was silent for a while, and asked, "Did you see her?"

The butcher stopped the fleshing process, removed a cloth from the rope, wiped his face indiscriminately, and wiped his hands again.

Ning Que continued: "I beat her for a long time, but I never found it."

The butcher threw that wet cloth on the butcher knife at random, looked at him and said: "You are not as fast as the three of them, naturally not as fast as the three of them."

There are two fast words in one sentence. The first fast word is speed, and the second one is time to find her.

Ning Que thought about it, nodded politely, and said, "Thank you, then I will go first."

The butcher reached out his hand and held the knife handle across the damp cloth so that he would not slip his hands.

"Where are you going?"

"I will continue to find her."

"Looking for her to kill?"

"I thought even if I couldn't find her, at least I could force the viewer back."

"You have killed tens of thousands of people and Chen did not show up, so why continue to kill?"

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the butcher and said, "I thought people like you and drunkards who have experienced Yong Ye will not care about the things we do now, don't they?"

Yongye is the most tragic story in the world. There are countless most miserable pictures. The butcher has experienced, seen, pained, and feared, and will naturally not care about those things that Ning Que and Daomen did.

He said: "I just have some things, I always want to consult your college."

Ning Que turned to look at him, looked at him for a long time, and said, "Have you asked before?"

The butcher said: "I can't beat Master and Ke Haoran."

The meaning hidden in this sentence is very clear.

His question must not be a good one. I hadn't hit it before, so there was no answer. Now the next generation of the Academy is not his opponent, so he wants to get the answer he wants.

Ning Que's expression became more peaceful, even a little proud, and said: "You ask."

From these conversations, he no longer represents himself—the ordinary man in the world looking for his wife—but the representative of the academy, so he must be calmer and more confident.

The butcher raised the meat knife on the chopping board and laid it in front of him.

With this action, Ning Que felt that the threshold of the butcher shop seemed to rise a few points with the ground.

The seemingly ordinary, thick and oily butcher knife is as heavy as a mountain.

"The Confucius always said Kuanren, and the Academy always said that even if Ke Haoran killed so many people at that time, he still felt the same way. He felt that he had never been wrong, but the murder was also for the killing of the world, just like what the Academy and you are doing now. It's the same thing, is it to kill half of the world for the world? "

The butcher looked at him and said, "Save the lives? Me and the drunkards don't have such an ambitious desire, but why does your teacher use this desire to judge our right and wrong? Why should your college do the right thing? Only go according to your way Salvation is salvation? Why should you be rescued by your life? "

Ning Que quietly looked at him and said: "There is a saying not to ask ghosts and gods to ask the people, who is right, or really only time can prove, but at least what we see with our ears, what our ears hear, Tang It has been proven in a thousand years that the teacher did what he did at least relatively correctly. "

"That's because he has the biggest fist."

The butcher said blankly: "Fisting and defecation is reasonable, is this place for the academy?"

Ning Que thought of Uncle Xiao, Sister Three and himself, and remained silent for a long time, and then he thought of the teacher, the master and the second brother again, and sorted out the things that had been figured out more clearly.

"You are not talking about the Academy or the Tang Dynasty."

He looked at the butcher and said, "The academy is a gentleman's land, and the Datang is a gentleman's kingdom, but I am not. A gentleman can be deceived. I don't want to be a gentleman. I'd rather be robbed and sink forever, and try to fulfill the teacher's wishes."

The butcher said: "Why is it good for you to let the soul walk in the underworld?"

Ning Que looked at him and said seriously: "Freedom ... Although the word is easy to make people feel greasy now, just like the knife in your hand, but there is no freedom, it is really boring."

The butcher said: "... even if it is an unknown danger?"

Ning Que said: "You should vaguely guess my origin, then you should know that my words are correct. I have seen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It should be the way it is."

The butcher was silent for a long time, and then said: "There is the underworld."

"If you insist that the real world is the underworld." Ning Que said.

The butcher looked at him and said, "In the past, Daomen said you were the son of Pluto, but that was wrong, but it was actually right, because you would take this world into the underworld."

Ning Que was silent for a long time, thinking about the change of identity over the years, thinking about the stories and escapes, and felt a little ridiculous and sentimental.

He said: "It seems that this is indeed the case."

The butcher said: "The world ...... Why should we enter the underworld?"

Ning Que said: "Why not?"

The butcher said: "It's cold there."

Ning Que said: "However, it is also very big."

After saying this, the butcher shop became quiet inside and out, because it was too quiet, so the dead pig in the shop stared at the two people with round eyes, and the sheep's head resting in the boiling water pot narrowed its eyes and looked at them .

Each other has their own ideas, there is no consensus, so there is intention.

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