Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 293 Snow wall is the same door, Donglin is the enemy

The fire on the snow lake gradually extinguished, and the chill rose gradually. (Baidu search,) M

Tang Xiaotang walked to Ning's absence, let go of Chen Pipi's hand, and suddenly knelt down with a slap, two puffs of snow splashed on his knee, and then he tapped heavily.

Chen Pipi was slightly surprised.

Tang Xiaotang said with a slight trembling voice: "Thank you Xiaoshu for cleaning the portal for Mingzong."

Ning Que did not avoid sideways and calmly accepted the big gift. He knew that the demons that had withered in the world now respected and awed the uncle Xiaoshi, but it was the traitor Xiahou who really hated him. If Tang Xiaotang was not allowed Kneeling, she could not release the complex emotions in her heart at this time.

Not to mention Liansheng ’s fragment of consciousness in his knowledge of the sea, he was regarded as a generation of Liansheng ’s descendants, but he looked at the quiet night of Xuehu and said, "There are many people by the lake, you kneel, just afraid of some trouble."

Tang Xiaotang stood up and Chen Pipi wiped off the snow and ice on her forehead. Looking at the redness on the forehead, she couldn't help feeling some pain. After listening to Ning Que's words, she responded, "I'm afraid of trouble in Chang'an City."

Today's battle with Xiahou, from the beginning to the end, there was no interference from any conjecture. Ning Que was of course very clear. This must be the academy playing a role in it. Listening to Chen Pipi's words, I couldn't help laughing, and my heart suddenly emerged There is a lot of pride, here is Chang'an, we are disciples of the academy, then there will be no trouble.

But what should I do next?

After fifteen years of hatred and murderous intentions, as Xiahou ’s body fell into the lake, he was released as much as the mist sprayed from the boiling lake water. After the great joy and excitement, ordinary people , Probably will feel a little empty and at a loss, or even at a loss.

If Ning Que was still the one in Weicheng, he would have fallen into this state of mind-after Xiahou was killed, he seemed to have finished what he wanted to do in his life, there was nothing to do, and he did n’t even know what to do. Where-but it's different now. He has a home in Chang'an City. Lao Bi Zhai on Lane 47 is inconvenient to return to. There is a large house on the shore of Yanming Lake. Even though the well has been ruined, it can still live. Besides, there is an academy in the south of Chang'an. You can always find a hut belonging to you and Sang Sang in Houshan.

"Go home first."

Ning Que and Sang Sang intermingled with each other and walked towards the house where the fire had been extinguished on the north shore of Hubei. However, although the master and servant were not seriously injured today, the wear and tear was extremely serious. It was already the time when the lamp was dry. As soon as the mind was relaxed, the legs were like lead infusion, and he almost fell after the first step.

Chen Pipi responded very quickly, grabbed Ning Que's arm, and said with some annoyance: "Sang Sang is so hard tonight, you still hope that she can help you? Please I will die?"

Ning Que said: "Don't act too nervous for me. Xiahou said how to be Daomenkeqing. This should be passed back to Xiling or Zhishenguan. It will always be bad for you in the future."

"I never thought of being a fat Taoist."

Chen Pipi said impatiently, then grabbed his arm and lifted him back on his body, and walked towards the lake shore. Tang Xiaotang helped Sang Sang to follow him.

On the quiet snow lake, the sound of creaking snow pressed from time to time.

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The morning light gradually arrived.

Tonight, I do n’t know how many people are watching around the lake. People look at the two footprints on the snow lake, look at the people in front of the footprints, look at Ning Que, who is carried by Chen Pipi, and the humble little maid who is supported, mood It is extremely complicated, and I always feel that what I see is not real.

With the help of the little maid, Ning Que in Dongxuan Shangjing killed General Wu Xiahou, a powerful and overbearing general, and it seems to many people that this is impossible, even if Ning Que is a disciple of the Master , This kind of thing is still impossible, because ... this is a fair frontal battle.

High-level practitioners die in the hands of low-level opponents. It is not common but not rare, because fighting has always been impermanent, and assassinations such as medicine traps sometimes play a decisive role. The practice of Dongxuanjing The case of the death of the assassin in the ordinary person is not a two-piece case, but this situation rarely occurs in a frontal battle, because it is an absolute strength competition.

Especially for the great practitioners who entered the realm of knowledge, it is impossible for the practitioners in the lower ranks to defeat him in a fair frontal battle.

Knowing the destiny is a threshold for spiritual practice. If you cross this threshold, you will be far away from the red dust.

In the practice discipline, in addition to the powerful army can use the endless iron ride to match the terrain and delicate tactics, it can pile up the powerhouse of the fate of the destiny, and there has never been a cross-border challenge to the success of the fate of the destiny. I had done it before, but there was no audience in that battle. People only knew that the strong man who knew the fate of life had died. It was still Mr. Ke from Dongxuan Realm who rode on the little black donkey and moved on.

This means that the battle between Ning Que and Xiahou's Winter Lake is the first time in countless years that an spectator can be proven to cross the border at the destiny level, which will be recorded in the Xiling Canon.

In this battle, Ning Que made a lot of preparations and can even be said to be a trap, but he was originally a rune, so no one had any doubts about his fighting style. The people watching the battle were just shocked. This academy is the smallest The methods that his disciples exhibited in the battle.

Whether it was the storm of the rune, or the thirteenth arrow of Yuan Dynasty and the thunder of the mysterious lotus field, Ning Que ’s method exerted an effect that outsiders could not understand, and it seemed so powerful, although his realm was still in Dongxuan Realm. But these means really have the power of knowing the realm of life.

In the end, Sang Sang shined brightly on the cliff, which made everyone silent.

Tonight, many spectators in Chang'an City are more powerful than Ning Que, but they are still extremely shocked, especially Ye Hongyu, who is standing on the wooden bridge on the West Bank, was the most shocked.

In the world today, in the three schools of Taoism, Buddhism, and the Academy, she has always been the strongest among the younger generation. No matter whether it is the Longqing prince or the sea monk, even Tang Xiaotang, it is impossible for her to take a trace of her style. However, seeing the performance of Ning Que and Sang Sang tonight, she suddenly had some other ideas, so she closed her eyes and thought in silence, her eyelashes trembling in the night wind, it seemed that she realized some truth through this battle.

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Ye Su looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in the distance on the snow-covered city wall, and said after a long silence: "The Academy is really strong, and this guy is also strong."

Watching the night, watching the thunder on the lake, the wind and snow dancing, the iron arrow, iron lotus, iron gun and iron knife accompanied by the breath of the air, Ye Su's view of Ning Que kept making adjustments and changes.

At first, Ning Que was an ordinary person in his eyes, and later became good, and finally became very good. However, when Ning Que finally succeeded in killing Xiahou, he found that his own view was still not accurate enough. I don't even want to hide my admiration and appreciation for that guy.

Today, Ning Que can certainly not be his adversary, but he is so young that he will kill Xiahou under such impossible circumstances. If he studies in the academy for a few years, he will be taught by the master. Who can determine what level Ning Que will reach in the future?

Could there really be another Mr. Ke?

Xiahou ’s death did not have any effect on Ye Su ’s mood. Even if there is another Ke Haoran in the Academy, for him there are only a few more admirable opponents, but it will make him feel relieved. The most important thing is that he does not I think Ning Que will become the second Mr. Ke.

He turned to look at the elder brother and said, "Until now, are you still unsure?"

The brother asked: "The Xiling Temple said that it was arrogant, why do you insist on this statement?"

"I said, I believe that the light seat may be wrong, but it will never be wrong. At that time, the teacher may have judged that the son of Lin Guangyuan could not be the child of Pluto. , But if the bright inference is correct, the son of Pluto was indeed in the general ’s palace when he awakened, then who is not the son of Lin Guangyuan, who would it be? "

Ye Su looked at him blankly and said, "You know who it is."

The master said, "There is no reason without evidence."

Ye Su said: "Everyone is dead, Ning Que is still alive, this is the evidence."

The brother did not speak.

Ye Su's remarks are simple and seem unreasonable, but they cannot be refuted.

It can survive in any situation, and it can survive under the condition of inevitably dying. If it is not the God Son blessed by Haotian, then it can only be the actor of the story.

The black line has been in the world for fifteen years. This story has begun for fifteen years. It has evolved without anyone knowing. The hero in this story is the son of Pluto.

Ye Su believes that Ning Que is the son of Pluto.

There was a morning light faintly in the distance in the east, and the city walls were quiet.

I do n’t know how long it has passed. Brother said: "The teacher once said that if we cannot be sure of the existence above the sky dome, then we should maintain spiritual awe or vigilance, but in the life of this world It ’s the way to get along with any care. "

Then he looked at Ye Su and said, "I am not sure whether Ning Que is a son of Pluto. I believe he is not, but I am quite sure that he is a younger brother of my college."

Ye Su quietly thought about the words of the Confucius.

After a moment, he looked at the winter forest by Yanming Lake and said quietly: "There is no evidence, no oracle, even if Daomen has doubts, he will not do anything to Ning Que. In these words, I think the dumb need to hear more , But I doubt if he can no longer speak, can he hear these. "

Dumb is not really dumb. Naturally, it is not really deaf. The so-called whether you can hear it is to say if you want to hear it or not, if you want to believe what the college says.

Master Brother looked at the piece of winter forest and thought about the walking of the Buddhist sect known for his perseverance, and there was a slight worry in his eyebrows. To travel to Tibet, it is natural not to suffer from the pressure of the academy, but also to the detriment of Ning Que.

For the dumb monk, he really didn't have a very good way, because, as he often repeats but no one believes-the master is really not good at fighting.

Ye Su looked at the secluded Yelin, and always felt something was wrong, because in the previous battle, the dumb monk never shot, he always felt that there was still someone in the forest.

However, in this world, who can avoid the eyes of him and Mr. Shuyuan?

Just then, the winter forest by the lake suddenly burst into a gust of wind, and with the wind came a large tearful cry of cicadas, but those cicadas sounded so pleasant again ~ www.wuxiaspot. com ~ Ye Su suddenly became extremely pale as he heard the sound of cicadas.

It is not fear, but dignity, it is the movement of the most powerful enemy in this life.

Only a very clear howling was heard.

The wooden sword behind him also shrieked, and suddenly came out of the sheath!

With a beam of light, Jianruo flew away from the city wall, pierced the last night before dawn, and pierced towards the winter forest.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Su jumped from the city wall, the shirt in the morning wind shook slightly, and went away with the sword. The body was magically indescribable. Like a thin snow in the wind, it seemed to be not slower than the flying sword. .

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(I have n’t thought about the next volume yet, so I was afraid in advance, so I wrote it very hard today. I ’ll report it to everyone. I ’ll beat the lower volume before going to bed.)

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