Nightfall

There is a very unremarkable tea shop behind Yipinxuan, a famous restaurant in Xi'an, Chang'an.

There were two people sitting behind the bamboo mats deep in the tea shop. Among them, the chunky middle-aged man kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. It seemed that the sultry heat of the late summer had a great impact on him. It also seemed a bit dry.

"You are a dark bodyguard, you should always do what you should do. When you go to the wilderness this time, what is the problem with helping to do the task? Just let you see, but not let you investigate any cases."

This chunky middle-aged man, Master Xu Chongshan, commanded by Ouchi's guard, today deliberately went out of the palace to confine Ning. Ning Que, who was sitting opposite, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and began to wipe his sweat like he did, but it was obvious that his sweat did not come because of the sultry weather in late summer, but because of what the other party said.

"General Xiahou ... what kind of character are you, and you want me to see what he thinks? See how many beards he has grown or how many times a day he goes to the toilet? Master Xu, I know what your majesty means, but think about it. , With the temper of General Xiahou, if you let him peek in secret, you will definitely get angry and turn your face, and then find a place where no one will shoot me into a mud, and then wrap it into a bun to feed the horse to eat, who will take the lead for me ? "

"If General Xiahou really can't keep any evidence at all, Tang Lu is up, and neither the palace nor the academy will do it for you. If you can leave evidence of his hands-on before you die, you might as well ...

"Haha, you know I'm telling a joke."

Ning Que put down her handkerchief and looked at Luo Tong, who was embarrassed and smiled, thinking that the joke was not so funny.

It is very likely that he will meet Xiahou when he goes to the wasteland. If he has the opportunity, he certainly wants to check with each other, but this matter is too dangerous, but he did not expect to receive this request at this time.-It seems that His Majesty still does not treat Xiahou How to rest assured, what role can you play in this process?

Seeing that he was silent, Commander Xu Da thought he still had resistance in his heart, and said with relief: "Don't worry too much, Your Majesty's meaning is very simple, you just need to look at the reaction of General Xiahou's actions and return to Beijing to see what you see Some of the details I received told my majesty that you do n’t have to take any risks. "

"Your Majesty likes you, and you are also a student of Master. Although General Xiahou is violent and cold, he is not a wild boar in the mountains who is brutal and brutal. He is not stupid and will not offend you for no reason."

Ning Quexin thought that if he offended Xiahou himself, what would he do?

"Is it okay?" Xu Chongshan picked up the handkerchief and wiped his sweat again, looking at him full of hope, and said: "If there is no problem, I will go back to the palace, there is something uneasy in Chang'an City, you tell me, I Do it. "

Ning Que said, "You know I have a shop in Lin 47 Lane ..."

Xu Chongshan slapped his chest, expressing his extraordinary boldness, saying, "I will show you!"

Ning Que shook his head and smiled, said: "There is mainly a little maid, want to ask the bodyguard to take care of me."

The Emperor of Tang Dynasty sent the dark bodyguard to watch the words and deeds of the imperial general coldly. If this matter is passed on, it will definitely cause a political turmoil. Xu Chongshan found a secret place outside the palace and secretly passed the secret message.

Ning Que, after receiving the secret statement, should have sealed this matter in the deepest part of his heart, not telling anyone, but there was no secret between him and Sang Sang, so when he returned to Lin 47 Lane , Sang Sang, who was preparing to cook, knew the specific chalk content of the secret purpose at the first time.

She looked at Ning Que at the window and asked, "Is it dangerous?"

Ning Que raised her writing brush and looked at her through the window, saying: "The main thing is to look at the face, and then inquire about it. Xu Chongshan is right. There is no danger in this matter. If it is really dangerous, I will not do it."

Sang Sang lowered his head and continued to dig rice, asking: "So you agreed?"

Ning Que lowered his head and continued to draw. He said: "As His Majesty's Gold Detective, the young generation of Datang focuses on the cultivation of objects. The so-called empire uses me and uses me to win ... Well, it won't win. It ’s been a long time without success. The reason why I do n’t refuse is because you should be very clear. ”

The opportunity to get close to Xiahou, with the emperor's secret purpose to observe Xiahou, may even find an opportunity for revenge. For Ning Que who has been waiting for 14 years, it is an opportunity not to be missed.

Sang Sang said nothing, rubbing the rice in the pot with small hands, and the water gradually became something like rice milk. The rice did not know how many layers were rubbed off by her, and her body became thinner and thinner.

"If this rice lets you pan for a few more times, can it still be steamed?"

Ning Que put the pen on the stage and looked at the picture outside the window. After a moment of silence, he said: "Relax, I am not good enough now. Xiahou poked with a finger, naturally I will not be idiot to take revenge immediately."

Sang Sang stood up, wiped his hands on the apron, and looking back at the window, he said, "Master, since you can't take me, then when you see Xiahou, you must hold back."

"I saw Prince Li Peiyan at the college admission test last year, did I hold back?" Ning Que shook his head and said, "We are hunters who grew up in Minshan. The patience in dealing with prey is our most powerful weapon."

"What baggage do you need to prepare?"

"It's the same as the third one."

Immediately, he will take the college students to the frontier wasteland. He may see Xiahou. Ning Que lacks some faint enthusiasm. He is more nervous. Thinking of the dangers he may encounter, the more he is anxious to study Fujian.

After eating dinner that day, Sang Sang rolled up his trouser legs and sat next to the well to start cutting feathers for him, while he was concentrating on the white paper on the desk, constantly drawing complicated rune lines.

Not all places in the wasteland are desolate. When the winter is not coming, most of the ground is covered with felt-like grass. However, the middle of the summer will be a cold autumn in advance. , The grass began to dye cream turned yellow and white, showing a bit of killing taste.

The horseshoe stepped a frost grass taller than its companion into the mud, accompanied by a slight hiss and heavy breathing sounds, more and more war horses appeared on the meadow, the elite cavalry of the left court king **** escorted the tribe south move.

In some places further south, more than a thousand prairie cavalry wielding scimitars, screaming and weird sounds, broke through the northern border of Yan, and instantly occupied a road village, encircling a caravan.

The blood began to spray along the gap cut by the scimitar, the summer grain harvested in the village began to flow along the gap cut by the scimitar, and the precious tea salt bags began to spill down the gap cut by the scimitar.

Yandi villagers and caravan guards screamed and fell in the pool of blood. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, just like those heavy food bags and caravan cargo, instantly lost their lives.

The prairie cavalry shouted happily. After killing everyone, they began to re-crash awkwardly, moved all the food and goods they could find to the car, and then returned north.

Summer is over, autumn has arrived, and winter is not far away. The Zuoting Wangting tribe who lost the fertile pasture in the north could not keep too many cattle and sheep. If they do not seize the time and grab enough food before the first snow arrives, then the tribe is very likely Usher in the disaster of extinction.

As for the villages slaughtered by them, and the caravan, should they bear such a tragic encounter, or the grassland barbarians need to consider.

In fact, the people in the wasteland are very clear about the importance of the caravan, but now they are facing the panic in front of them. Even the most wise Wang Ting military division will not force them to think about long-term problems.

The frontier fortresses of Yanbei were broken by prairie barbarian cavalry, countless caravans were looted by blood, and food from countless villages was robbed. These news were quickly spread to all parts of the Yan Kingdom by the wind on the wasteland, and then gathered in the palace.

Prince Chongming, who had not returned for a long time, calmly put on his armor under the indifference of his father and emperor on the sickbed, and led three thousand guards to the northern border.

The gates were wide open, and there were great rituals and music. The people in the lively Yan Kingdom didn't have much excitement on their faces. The eyes watching the Prince's car seemed extremely indifferent.

The Zuoying Wangting on the wasteland could not restrain all the tribes at all. The barbarian cavalry were crazy. The border guards of the Yan Kingdom alone and the thousands of guards who only knew how to eat, drink, and play could not stop the Malays. The prairie cavalry who walked like a **** with arrows.

Fortunately, the Xiling Temple has issued an edict, and all the Central Plains countries will support it in the future, and the abominable and terrible Tang Kingdom will also send their cavalry. For the monarch of the Yan Kingdom, what a humiliating but helpless choice.

This is Chengjing, the capital city of the weak country.

In the back hill of the academy, the morning light faded, and the mountain fog gradually divided.

Brother Four and Brother Six sat cross-legged by the waterwheel. After meditating and adjusting their breath, they looked at each other and began to repeat the discussion process they had repeated for several days. The magical sand table was placed between the two. The complex rune lines on the sand table moved forward slowly on their own, and then formed various possibilities.

In the iron-making room very close to Qingxi, the water vapor continued to thicken as the waterwheel poured, and in the furnace of the flaming flames, some silver-like iron metals were slowly softening and melting.

Sister Qi, who had just got up, stood on the upper stream of Qingxi, watching the silence and anxiety on the faces of both of them. After a moment of silence, she threw the wet towel in her hand on a stone and turned to walk towards the waterfall in the distance of Yaping.

There is a mountain about seventy miles away from the capital city of South Jin.

This mountain is not as majestic as the mountain behind Changan Nanjiao Academy, and most of its body is covered by clouds and fog all day long, but it is calm and exposed to the clear sunshine, every cliff crack and every rock looks like that clear.

The overall shape of the mountain is also very clear. The three cliffs are relatively smooth, reflecting the light from the sky, shining, and then meeting at the peak, looking like a sword.

At the foot of the mountain is the ancestral gate of the world's strongest swordsman Liu Bai, which is an old-style ancient pavilion with distinct black and white colors.

Dozens of young practitioners, kneeling down on their knees, saluted respectfully towards the ancient pavilion.

Behind them, there is a sword tightly bound by the grass rope. Unlike the flying swords of ordinary sword masters, these swords are relatively long and large, more like swords used by warriors, and they are quietly hidden in their sheaths.

The young swordsmen knelt on the ground respectfully. The ancient pavilion was quiet. I did not know how long it had passed. A sword-like calm but sharp voice rang out. This sharp voice seemed to pierce the solid behind the sword pavilion. The cliff face can pierce anything tangible in the world.

"Don't come back if you are embarrassed."

Listening to this voice, the expressions of dozens of young swordsmen kneeling on the ground were slightly stiff, extremely nervous, and seemed extremely excited. They should stand up and walk out loudly.

Dozens of horses are hissing and waiting.

The young man rode the rein, left the gate, and headed north.

This is the sword pavilion, where the strong man shines.

Didi Yellow River, the turbid waves rolled, and some unknown waves were obliterated, and the ferry boatman beside the river bank held bamboo poles, kneeling respectfully on both sides of the wooden path.

At that time, Liu Sheng, the sword sage, realized the sword's meaning just beside the Yellow River.

Today, the younger generation of practitioners in the Dahe Kingdom will have to cross the Yellow River and head north.

Under the white tower by the sea.

A woman with wrinkles on her face, wearing a strange dress made of countless pieces of cloth, staring indifferently at the descendants in front of her, said hoarsely and weirdly, "If you want to go to Yanbei, you need to go through Tang Situation, the court has issued a document, but you can go anyway, I believe the Tang people will not embarrass you. "

A young ascetic monk surprised the woman and asked, "Master Qu Ni, don't you follow us?"

There was a hint of vicious hatred in the old woman's eyes, and she said sharply: "Like the Tang Dynasty, such ceremonies are corrupted, and there is no place of faith. The dust on my soles will make me feel sick."

The elder sister of the lunar prince brought the practice of Buddhism from an early age, with a high level of practice, and a very high position in the Buddhism. At present, these young practitioners who traveled to Yanbei by Xiling's decree can be said to be her apprentice.

She looked at the young people who were on standby, and said indifferently and proudly: "I walked from the north and went directly to Mangshan. I would like to see if Tang Guoguo will stop me."

This is the Lunar Kingdom, a place where Buddha's light shines.

The horse's hoof stepped on the fat farm, as if it could squeeze out the oil.

Hundreds of knights marched forward in the warm sunlight, wearing pure black armor, painted with complicated and difficult golden patterns, and the black armor surface and golden patterns flashed in bright light, revealing The solemn sense of beauty and coercion.

Haotian teaches thousands of devout believers. He is preparing to kneel and worship the mountain. He listens to the thunderous hoofs and avoids the trees under the road one after another. After they see the knight ’s face, he kneels down and knocks. Full of surprise and awe.

The Xiling sacred cavalry, known as the most elite cavalry in the world, when the devout believers beside the road usually saw one person, they felt that they were the ancestors of the virtue. Today, they saw hundreds of sacred cavalry. They could n’t help but surprise themselves. Some women watched the holy cavalry look solemn and solemn, faintly fainted.

Some wealthy and well-informed believers probably guessed the reason why these guardians were sent out, but they still did n’t understand it, but it was just some barbarians on the grassland who caused chaos. Why did the temple pay so much attention?

Among the hundreds of sacred cavalry sacred cavalry, interspersed with a number of Haotian Taomen priests wearing red robes, the young sacred cavalry sergeant general among the priests was handsome, walking in the sun, and his armor seemed to be plated A layer of Haotian Shenhui, perfect as a Son of God, cannot be violated.

This is Xiling, where Haotian cares.

The back hill of the academy was shrouded in the deep night.

Ning Que put the rune drawings on the table, sat wearily leaning against the corner, watched the shaking fire for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously. In the past few days, he was really exhausted and his brain was squeezed. To the extreme.

"In such a short period of time, I actually came up with a solution. I praised Junior Brother that day as a genius in Fu Dao. He did not disappoint me." Brother Si looked at the lines on the paper and looked at the corner again. Ning Que, who had fallen asleep, said: "I don't know what gave him such a strong motivation."

Brother Six, while calculating the metal ratio required for materials such as symbols, lowered his voice and said, "I can feel that Junior Brother is very anxious ... as if he is worried about something, and I don't know if it is going to the wasteland."

Brother Si said: "The Wasteland ... The Xiling Temple is worried about the resurrection of Mozong. After all, Brother Xiao is a man in the academy. Is there anything to worry about? Didn't Mozong's remnants be killed by Uncle Xiao that year?"

Six Senior Brother Hanhou asked: "Brother, I don't quite understand the logical relationship of this sentence. Uncle Xiao killed the Mozong so badly. Shouldn't the younger brother encounter another Mozong person, shouldn't he be more worried? "

Brother Si looked at him and asked, "Do you say that the Imperial Court's Shang Shu will not worry about being killed by the Yan people when he goes to Yan Parliament?"

Brother Six raised his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Of course not. If Lishu Shangshu visits Chengjing, as long as there is one missing, Yan Guo is afraid that the disaster will be annihilated."

"The same simple truth."

The four senior brothers said calmly: "If the demons dare to injure the younger brother with a hair, wouldn't Mozong be afraid of annihilating the disaster? Isn't he afraid of being slaughtered by Uncle Xiao again?"

"But Uncle Xiao is dead."

"Uncle Shi is dead, Master is not dead yet, let alone Brother II always wanted to have the opportunity to learn from Uncle Xiao."

"What the **** is that little teacher worried about?"

Brother Si looked at Ning Que, who was still frowning in his deep sleep, and said after a moment of silence: "I don't know, but he is a younger brother. Of course, those of us who are brothers want to do so that he is not afraid."

"What do you want to do?"

"Fix the Fujian for him first."

"Oh.

At the end of the dialogue, the heavy sound of iron hammering in the room continued, and the movement of Brother Six's arm was almost like an afterimage. The sound of iron hammering continued in one place, as if it was a never-ending thunder. He failed to wake up the extremely exhausted Ning Que.

Brother Si was holding the sand table to simulate the runes designed by Ning Que, referring to the side note written by Ning Que on the paper, trying various combinations of runes, and even starting to recombine these lines with arrays.

The material of the Rune Arrow is special. Although it has reduced a lot of weight through the elaborate air control design of Six Brothers, it is still much heavier than the ordinary feather arrow. Then the ordinary hardwood bow is not used. Before creating the Rune Arrow The first thing they must do is to make a special bow first.

As the sound of iron hitting continued, as the sound of hot metal pouring into the mud mold continued, gradually, the singular hard bow component composed of mixed steel thin strips was gradually formed into parts, and the most important part was at six. Under the careful consideration of Brother, the faint luster began to appear.

Brother Si completely grasped the design of Ning Que ’s fu line, and walked over to guide the design of that part. Looking at Brother Si ’s seemingly clumsy fingers, like a embroidery, holding a silver tray to grab wire, he frowned slightly and asked: What are you going to use for the knife? The rune material is extremely hard, and the requirements are very precise. The ordinary carving knife is completely useless. "

Brother Six smiled, and molded a small box from his arms, and took out a two-thirds of the transparent stone grains wrapped in secret metal flakes from the box. Diamonds are carving knives. "

"Diamond's impact resistance is not good."

"So I put another layer of iron underneath. Of course it is not an ordinary piece of iron. It was the different kind of steel that we left when we built the armor for General Xiahou with Professor Huang last time."

"How is the sharpness?"

"I have been grinding for three days, the cutting surface is excellent, you see."

Brother Six raised the diamond against the blazing fire, and the bright yellow flames spread through those complicated surfaces, turning into countless beautiful lights, just like the stars in the night sky.

Next, these two men who were used to silence and then decided not to make the younger brother afraid, the most difficult part of starting this work, that is, the creation of the body of the arrow, it is also in this part that they encountered a no Solve the puzzle.

"There is no problem with the ratio of the four metals. The key is that there are too many impurities. I chose the best material for the military, but the material itself has impurities. It is difficult to clean the furnace temperature now."

Brother Six looked at the hot molten iron and scratched his head helplessly, said: "I have never tried this before, forcibly fusing these four metals, the temperature required is too high, I don't know what to do."

It was then that the door of the iron building was pushed open.

Sister Qi came into the door, looked at the sleeping Ning Que in the corner and smiled, then turned to look at them and said, "I brought two helpers over, I don't know if you need it or not."

The four senior brothers looked at the two people behind her, squeezed their hands slightly to salute, and then they did n’t know what they thought. They smiled and looked at Ning Que, who was asleep, and said, “I finally understand why the runes and sages failed to make the arrows. It seems that as a blacksmith in the realm of Zhiming Realm, who can receive such treatment in addition to the younger brother? "

Brother II came over without expression, grabbing the heavy hammer.

Chen Pipi came over with a smile, stood at the fire and slowly closed his eyes.

The fire suddenly became extremely bright, then quickly turned into a faint blue.

Brother II held the ancient crown on top of his head, and hit the red metal block with one hand with a hammer.

A loud noise!

The hammer fell on the anvil, and the jet of energy was like electricity.

Except for Chen Pipi, the rest of the house was shocked and sat on the ground.

The loud sound of thunder struck the whole valley behind the college.

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The woman who copied the flowers from the old book upstairs looked up at the east window without a word.

Two chess mobs hold loose.

Xiao Yin and Qin held tightly in their arms.

The **** guards the flowers in front of him.

Bookworms are still copying their books.

This is the academy, the only academy in the world.

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