Nightfall Chapter 172: Songhe Tower Chronicle (Part 2)
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 172, Songhe Tower Chronicle (Part 2)
Ning Que was extremely disdainful of this statement. As a second-floor student of the academy, alongside figures like Chen Pipi, his judgment that he was a genius became firmer and firmer in his heart.
Because of being tall, the old man always feels a little cramped sitting in the chair, and after changing several positions, he finally finds a slightly more comfortable position. He half-leaned on the back of the chair, his hand propped on his chin, looking at Ning Que and asking, "When you are unhappy, you want to kill. Have you killed anyone before?"
Ning Que put the empty spring mud wine urn to his feet and said: "I won't tell you how many people I have killed. That is a violation of Tang law, but you can imagine it like this."
The old man shook the empty wine urn in his hand, grunted a little annoyedly, and shouted that the exposed shopkeeper would send two more urns, then looked at him and asked, "But why do you want to kill?"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and shook his head and said, "Although I am almost drunk at this time and you are already drunk, I still can't tell you this."
The shopkeeper trot all the way to the terrace, respectfully put the two urns of new wine beside the old man, then bowed his head and walked back, let alone rushing to check out, dare not say anything.
He didn’t know who this old man was. Even the real owner of Songhe Tower and a certain high official in the court didn’t know the true identity of this old man, but Songhe Tower had been hiding a portrait for countless years, and A simple rule.
The rule is that if an old man who looks like the old man in the portrait comes to Songhe Tower, everyone in the building must treat the old man as an ancestor, and he must ignore the old man as if he was killing his father and enemy. , So as not to upset the old man.
It doesn’t matter if you are not the old man in the portrait, because admitting your ancestor wrong will at most cost Songhe Tower some silver and some face, and if your ancestor returns and you don’t entertain him well, then there is no reason for Songhe Tower. Continue to exist in Chang'an City?
The old man opened the spring mud wine urn, took a sip very happily, and said: "In fact, when I was as young as you, I often wanted to kill."
Ning Que looked at his face and couldn't determine the specific age of the old man, but he thought he was very old, so when was he young? How many years ago was it?
"Who did you want to kill back then?" he asked curiously.
The old man put the wine urn on the small table next to the chair, looked at the bare winter branches in front of the terrace, and said: "My mother is my father's third concubine, and my father died when I was three years old. After that, my mother took me away from the old house, and was strayed everywhere. I lived a very hard life and suffered all the bullying from the world."
"So when I have the ability to kill people, the first thing I want to do is to go back to the old house and kill all those old women and relatives who bullied us, mother and son. Go and dig up my father's grave again, thwart his bones and raise his ashes."
It’s the most sinister thing in the world that kills people and extinguishes the family. The old man’s expression is very calm and gentle. At this time, he is not like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, but like a child lying on top of a haystack. White clouds floated across his face, telling those long past events.
Ning Que looked at the old man in silence, and suddenly frowned and asked, "Did you kill?"
The old man's slender index finger gently tapped on the spring mud wine urn on the table, making a crisp but not thin sound, just like the sound of the tablet falling on the ground in the quiet ancestral hall of the Baishi Old House.
He looked at Ning Que and smiled and said, "I won't tell you."
Ning Que was speechless, thinking you are so old, why are you so stingy and holding grudges?
"The person I wanted to kill...he killed a lot of innocent people. Of course, I am not a saint. Revenge is just to make my mood truly calm. That person ruined my best part. In my life, I killed my parents who loved me the most. What I want to avenge is private revenge, which is similar to what you thought back then, except that those in your clan might be easier to kill."
He was silent for a while and continued: "The person I want to kill is very powerful, powerful, and has a background that even I find difficult."
The old man looked at him and frowned and said, "You don't look like a person without status."
Ning Que smiled slightly, and said triumphantly: "The old man really read all the red dust, knows countless people, and he has huge eyes. It is true that I am... a person of great status, because my teacher is very Great, so of course I am also great."
The old man said displeased: "This is all nonsense, of course your teacher... Even if he is great, has a fart relationship with you?"
Ning Que ignored him and continued: "Even compared with the giant I want to kill, our status and status can be said to be the same."
The old man sneered and said: "Then what are you worrying about? If you want to kill, find the opportunity to kill."
Ning Que was silent for a long time, with a helpless look on his face, and said with emotion: "The problem is that my status and status are all from the teacher, and my teacher seems to be willing to be unreasonable for us students, but in fact He is a dead brain and very reasonable. He always talks about the first law of the Tang Dynasty. Do you say that his statement is very unreasonable? Why is the first law of the Tang Dynasty unreasonable?"
Listening to these words, the old man's face suddenly became difficult to look, and he reprimanded: "Of course this makes sense. What does it have to do with Tang law? If you don't follow a crooked way, you can't kill people?"
Ning Que didn’t pay attention to the old man’s expression, and walked over staggeringly. He actively picked up a pot of new wine and slapped the opening mud, then poured the wine into his mouth and said, “If Tang law is the first, then I will To find evidence to fight a lawsuit, the question is where do I go to find evidence? How can I kill people if I don’t follow the crooked ways? Do you want me to walk upright in front of the person and say I want to kill you and then I will be beaten into flesh?"
The night breeze was blowing, and the old man sat up straight and stared at Ning Que. Because of the dullness and confusion of this guy, it became more and more difficult to restrain his inner anger. His slender palms held the back of the chair tightly, as if nothing would happen. He would slap Ning Que's head directly with a slap.
Ning Que was already drunk and confused at this time, how can I notice these details, while pouring wine in his belly, while expressing the sighs of life, those sighs about revenge and reluctance about the moon, those sighs are more and more repeated More and more boring, always revolving around certain keywords, but fortunately, after he was drunk, he still subconsciously blocked most of his heart, without saying Xiahou's name and who he was.
"Old man, I used to knock on the Songhe Tower with a silver ticket. How did you get here?"
"Have you never seen the moon? Poor old man."
"Speaking of which you are really rich, how do you make your money? I earn it from the West Side Casino. Do you have any business dealings with that side?"
"Don't look at the ugly padded jacket I am wearing. It is said that it is the style ordered by my dead ghost teacher."
"Oh, your beard blowing looks so funny."
Ning Que kept mumbling, pointing at the old man in the chair and laughing.
There was a muffled noise.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Ning Que held his forehead and looked at the old man in shock and confusion.
The old man held a very thick short wooden stick in his hand, and looked at him angrily and said, "That's a lot of nonsense! My scalp is swollen because of your appearance, I actually want to kill Xiahou."
Ning Que did not hear the last sentence clearly, and fainted when he rolled his eyes.
Just as he leaned back and saw that he was about to fall heavily on the terrace, a gust of wind blew.
The old coat floated slightly, and the straw sandals were silent. The senior brother of the college appeared on the terrace, held on to the crumbling Ning Que, and grabbed the new wine in the urn that was falling fast with his right hand.
Elder brother holding Ning Que, who was in a coma, looked at the old man and asked blankly: "Teacher, what's wrong with Junior Brother?"
The old man secretly retracted the short wooden stick into his sleeve, coughed a little embarrassingly, and said: "Nothing, he offended the dignity of the teacher, so he was punished by the rules of the hospital."
The big brother saw the short wooden stick and almost fainted in shock. He thought that the teacher used the ring stick in his hand to drive the Taoist from Tsing Yi to the South China Sea. Tonight, he used this thing to knock the younger brother head on. Even if the younger brother is not beaten to death by life, I am afraid that he will become an idiot after being saved.
As soon as he thought of this, his face turned pale.
The old man looked at him pale, but didn't realize that he was worried about Ning Que's safety. He frowned slightly and said: "Ten years ago, I said that you should be slower and slower. Why are you so fast?" /
The big brother had previously sensed that Ning Que had some problems, and he would follow the wind to the terrace of Songhe Tower. Where would he care about his loss, he looked at the old man worriedly and said, "Teacher, there is nothing wrong with the younger brother, right?" /
The old man looked at Ning Que, who was in a coma, and said, "This kid has learned the skills of your little uncle. He is so strong that he was knocked on a stick. How could he easily die like this." /
Probably the old man himself felt that these remarks were not convincing, and he coughed twice and explained very solemnly: "He is too exhausted today. It is good to fall asleep for a while."
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The college master has only one teacher.
The old man is naturally the legendary master.
What the Master said is even better than the imperial edict in the Tang Empire. For the big brothers who respect and love their teachers for life, everything the Master said is the truth. If the Master says that night is white, it must be white. Yes, if the Master said that Haotian is black, then Haotian must be black, and the Master said that there is nothing wrong with Ning Que, so no matter what happens, Ning Que will definitely be fine.
In the streets of Chang'an in the middle of the night, the master slowly walked forward with his hands on his back and stepped on the very few dead leaves. The appearance was extremely chic. The big brother was carrying Ning Que and following him on his back.
"You're right, there will always be a different one in the lights of Wanjia."
The master looked at the faint lights in the alley, and at the Yulin Army soldiers patrolling the night in the distance, and said: "Although your junior brother can't be considered as sludge and not stained, let alone a good person, it seems cold-blooded There is some affection in the ruthless body, but those affections are hidden deeper."
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(Chapter 1, before ten o'clock in the next chapter.)
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