Nightfall Chapter 200: Someone came to the world

The alcoholic did not accept Ning Que's invitation and said, "I don't want to enter today."

Ning Que's pitch became higher and he said, "Still afraid to enter?"

The drinker's expression faded, and the white snow and black earth came up with the wind, and said: "For countless years, I have only been with wine and meat. I am especially addicted to things in the glass. Only drunkenness can relieve worries. Wine can make people angry and make you angry. People are relieved, I chose the latter, but it doesn’t mean that I cannot choose the former."

Ning Que stared into his eyes and continued: "But you still dare not enter."

The alcoholic said: "You can come out."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I am timid."

The drunkard said: "Dare to watch the Lord on the snow street, where is your courage?"

Ning Que said: "I don't dare to go out of the city, so I am naturally courageous. How about you? Do you dare to enter?"

The alcoholic said: "These words are really boring."

Ning Que said: "If you have the ability, you will come in, if you have the ability, you will come out, if you have the ability, you will come up, and if you have the ability, you will come down. This is something that children do only when they quarrel. It's really boring and even embarrassing. As Wan Gu, I can be ashamed, and can you be ashamed? Or simply, come in."

In fact, these conversations were saying different things. It looked a little ridiculous and even a little cute, but there were so many frost knives and snow swords hidden in the meantime.

Ning Que's words have been moving forward.

What he has to do is to invite alcoholics into Chang'an. Whether the other party accepts it or not, the academy can find the opportunity he wants in this too sudden and dangerous meeting.

This is the policy of the college.

The drunkard only used one method and broke the academy's policy.

He raised the jug and started drinking. His mouth was to be used for drinking, so naturally he couldn't speak.

Not speaking does not mean rejection, nor acceptance.

The front of the South City Gate is quiet, and only the sound of wine pouring into the chest and abdomen of the alcoholic can be heard. The sound is like a waterfall entering a pool, or a small stream gurgling, and finally a big river is about to overflow.

As mentioned earlier, if the Master is not in the world, then no one can make a drinker speak, and no one can hold his hand and invite him into the city or go home.

The alcoholic puts down the flask.

Ning Que looked at the free and easy wine stains on his front, and suddenly laughed.

His smile is a little helpless, a little self-deprecating, a little bleak.

The drunkard is a great practitioner who has lived through the eternal night, and is a senior who has been asked by the master. Even if he has the city of Chang'an behind him, he wants to use simple words to disturb the other party’s mood. How arrogant is this idea.

The smile on his face gradually faded, looking at the alcoholic and said: "In that case, you put the carriage here, I will naturally send someone to pick it up later."

The alcoholic looked at him with a smile and said, "How can I leave without returning it to you personally."

With this sentence, the situation in front of the city gate suddenly reversed. Previously, Chang'an City took the initiative or took the initiative, but now it is the drunkard who challenged Chang'an City with this sentence.

In Ning Que's realm, it should have been difficult to deal with, but he is a person who has experienced life and death and has seen different worlds. His mood is more determined and fearless than everyone imagined.

"I'm a coward, a scum, and a idiot. I have voyeurism and molesting a young girl. I am cruel, cold and timid. I am a scum, and I can't get together with a broom."

Ning Que looked at the drinker and said earnestly: "I never shamelessly said, "No matter what, I will definitely not take a step out of Chang'an City today. Even if you bring my wife back to life and then bring her to me, I will kill her. Won't come out."

If you can maintain an indifferent attitude towards many things, emotions or dignity, including yourself, you will naturally be fearless. There is another way of saying this attitude.

If there is no love, there is no fear, and if there is no desire, there is no demand. Naturally strong.

The alcoholic understood what he meant, and realized that no matter what he did, no matter how many people he killed, it was impossible to force Ning Que out of Chang'an, so he stopped trying.

This time he left the secluded town and came to Chang'an. In addition to being entrusted by others, he also wanted to see the academy after the Master left and see what kind of person Ning Que was.

He was not disappointed—the Master’s vision of choosing students would not disappoint—so he was a little disappointed, because the world seemed to be walking on the same path as before.

Because he was disappointed, he sighed and patted the carriage beside him.

His movements are very random, the palms fall very softly, without any additional force.

The carriage suddenly became shorter, because the wheels made of steel chains sank into the hard ground, and then received a terrifying counter-shock force, the carriage suddenly jumped up and came into the air.

This carriage is the relic of Master Yan Se. The whole body is made of stainless steel. It is heavy to the extreme. If the talisman is not opened like this, then it will be broken when it encounters the road... Such a heavy steel carriage has been drunk A light palm shot into the air, as if to shoot a ball.

Waving sleeves again.

The spring breeze is slightly chaotic.

The heavy steel-cast carriage, like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, whizzes towards the city gate!

Ning Que clenched his eye club tightly.

Countless majestic energies of heaven and earth gushing out of the city gate hole, pouring into his body along the eye and pestle, instantly filling the sea of ​​snowy mountains, providing him with endless thought power and strength.

Shout!

He drew his knife to break the spring breeze.

The iron knife was cut on the carriage.

The black carriage stood still, suspended in the spring breeze in front of the city gate.

This year's first spring thunder, a few light blue air currents blew up in front of the southern city gate of Chang'an, spreading from the place where the iron knife touched the carriage.

In an instant, these light cyan air currents expanded into a radius of several tens of meters, which looked like several masks.

Ning Que and the black carriage are right in the center of the light cyan mask.

The light cyan mask actually lasted only a very short time, and it was broken with a slight sound.

Countless fragments of heaven and earth aura spurted around. Before the tree outside the city gate had time to pull out the green sprout, it broke its waist and the gravel on the official road shot away like an arrow.

This city wall has endured thousands of years of wind and rain, and there are traces of weathering on the surface. It was subjected to such terrible vibrations, and countless blue bricks were recorded on one side, falling like a torrential rain, and the noise was endless.

The blue bricks on the city wall became more and more mottled, but no obvious damage was seen. On the contrary, the blue bricks that were cut by the breath were so smooth that they looked like new bricks.

To shake the Great Branch City, after all, it is impossible with it.

"Sure enough," the alcoholic said, looking at the city wall.

Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "But you don't mean anything. You have to know that there are many things I haven't done for thousands of years, but it doesn't mean I really can't do it."

Ning Que took the knife, and the black carriage finally fell to the ground with a heavy muffled noise.

He looked at the alcoholic and said, "It's just a joke, seniors take it seriously?"

He was smiling when he said this, although he was disgusted in his chest and abdomen at this time.

Because he must laugh, at certain moments, only a smile can prove his strength.

Then he started to cough, stepped back inadvertently, and slightly turned sideways to grasp the knife handle and the eye pestle in his hand, one hand was cold as ice, the other hand was hot as lava flowing.

"The reason why you are boring is because you can't."

The drunkard looked at him and said, "After your teacher left, no one would go."

Ning Que knew that he couldn't do it because he couldn't leave the city of Chang'an. It was many years before the teacher could travel around the country in an ox cart with his big brother.

"The most important thing is, whether you can write that word or not is still up to you."

The alcoholic seemed really disappointed, with a sense of aura between his brows.

Ning Que wanted to save something, and said: "At least I have written it before. It is proof that you dare not enter the city."

The alcoholic said: "No matter how big Chang'an City is, it is only a city after all, and it is still too small compared to the world."

Ning Que said: "I will leave Chang'an one day."

The alcoholic said: "Even if you have the courage, you can't turn the whole world into Chang'an. We are all part of this world, so how can you change the world? Your teacher didn't do it, I can't do it Chen can't do it, why can you do it?"

Ning Que couldn't answer.

The negotiation between the academy and the temple is in a stalemate, at a very delicate and critical moment. At this time, the emergence of a hidden power like a drunkard who can change the situation in the world naturally has its purpose.

The Academy and Tang Guo do not want to see that kind of change.

"I don't understand why you came to Chang'an."

Ning Que looked into the eyes of the alcoholic and said, even if the current academy or he is unable to change the relationship between Haotian and the human for countless years, the alcoholic should not be here.

He looked into the eyes of the drunkard and said seriously: "In my dream, you and the butcher are looking at me, indicating that just like the previous moment, you all have hope."

"Dreams are often the opposite of reality," said the alcoholic.

Ning Que said: "The teacher said that you and the butcher have both experienced the last Eternal Night. That being the case, it proves that Haotian has nothing to do with you. Why did you show up? Why did you come to Chang'an?"

"I have drunk too much in recent years and I am basically drunk. I often don't know if I am in a dream or real, but even in my dreams, I have never dreamed of the appearance of the night."

The alcoholic looked at him and said, "Because that is the picture I fear most."

In the long eternal night, countless humans died. No one can keep such a long memory. Only the alcoholic and the butcher have that cold and dark memory that seems to be endless.

This kind of fear can be taken care of.

"After that day, the moon suddenly appeared in the night. The butcher and I were a little surprised, especially the moon never disappeared. This is probably what you said earlier, I had hope."

The drunkard said: "We also thought we could continue watching. Although hiding is boring, there should be no problem persisting for a few hundred years, but it is always unsatisfactory."

Ning Que's body was a little cold, and asked, "Haotian found you?"

The alcoholic said: "Yes."

Ning Que was silent for a long time and murmured: "I haven't found it for thousands of years, why...why can I find you at this time?"

The drunkard did not answer him, looked up at the blue sky, and meditated: "When he is in the sky, he is too far from the ground, so it is naturally difficult to find us, but if he comes to the world, where can we hide?"

Everything is a foregone conclusion, Ning Que felt very tired.

(To be continued