Nightfall Chapter 110: Four people walk, some people walk on the lake

The previous sentence Niran ignored the thousand-year history of the **** war between Dao and Devil, and completely ignored the fact that the Demon Sect was destroyed under the sword of Mr. Ke at the Academy. It is already shameless to the extreme, but after all, it seems that there are so many things. Separate reasons, and Ning Que's awe-inspiring appearance, after all, can still maintain the demeanor of some college disciples.

However, the next sentence immediately after the awe-inspiring righteousness is so direct and plain, he asks and asks, without hesitation, without covering up, it is really shameless to the point that it can't be added.

Tang Xiaotang stared at Ning Que in a daze. He didn't expect that the other party would really beg for himself. He was even stupefied. Is what the brother said is true? Is this man really a direct disciple of the Master?

Mo Shanshan, who already knew Ning Que's temperament very well, felt that her pink face was a little hot, and there was a trace of shame in her sloppy eyes, and she stood a little farther away from Ning Que.

Ye Hongyu shook his head cautiously, thinking that as the only unknowable place in the world that communicates with the outside world, what kind of a proud place the academy is, from the master to Mr. Ke to the generation of Jun Mo disciples Really respect the Demon Sect? Ning Que was able to open his eyes and talk nonsense and shamelessly. It seems that the academy's teaching and learning is not a legend.

In fact, Ning Que does not necessarily need to ask the Demon Sect girl to lead the way to get out of the Tiancai Mountains. With the incomprehensible aura and fragments left by Master Liansheng deep in his consciousness, he may be able to follow his instincts and go out.

Xian Tao used this method when he took Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu out of the Demon Sect. However, he didn't want to try again, because he was lucky to find the right path in those deep passages, but luck would easily arouse others' suspicion over time.

"Shangtang girl...Where are you going?" Ning Que asked.

Tang Xiaolei replied: "I'm going to the south."

South is a very broad concept, especially when they are located in the bitter cold sky abandoned mountain range in the far north of the continent, they seem to go south first wherever they are going. However, Tang Xiaotang spoke very seriously, and Ning Que listened very seriously, and even followed her words seriously to express her thoughts.

"Hey? It's a coincidence, we also want to go to the south, so everyone is on the same road."

"The so-called meeting is worse than a chance encounter and go together?"

The passage to the outside of the Mang and Ripple Mountain is a lot of stone valleys dug out by the power of the Demon Sect with countless years of waves... The stone walls are smooth and steep like a knife cut, even the eagle cannot stop... I don't know how many years of wind, frost, rain and snow, but there is still no dust, it is naturally impossible to grow green grass and trees.

The Dao idiot of Xiling Temple, the girl of Demon Sect, the book idiot of Moganshan...the weakest world in the history of the academy, such a strange combination of four walks silently in these narrow and long stone valleys.

The word silence is wrong.

"In my opinion, those of us who are great young people in the world of spiritual practice cannot repeat the mistakes of the Tao generations."

Mo Shanshan asked with a slight condensed expression: "What's the mistake?"

"As soon as we meet, what's the point of fighting? Hidden in the mountains when you are alright, meditation and practice. If you meet, you will say hello and chat...not better than anything?"

Ye Hongyu said coldly: "No fighting, no practice."

"I've always opposed this and opinion, but I won't argue with you, a monster who is obsessed with monasticism. I will have a chance to go to Chang'an City in the future. I will invite three girls to eat noodles... Noodle..."

Tang Xiaotang looked at someone's profile and asked, "Who is Sangsang?"

"Sangsang is my little maid. You must know that the noodles made by my family Sangsang are definitely the best noodles in the world."

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's gaunt face even though he was haggard, but when he mentioned a certain name... he smiled and said nothing, but for some reason he felt a little empty in his heart... a little uneasy.

Ning Que looked at Tang Xiaotang and said seriously: "Even if you want to fight, let's not fight at this time. Going out to fight will feel a little more magnificent. Having said that, in fact, I have a deep hatred with Xiling Temple, not shallower than you." /

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice, looked at Taomian Ye Hongyu's back and said, "Does Prince Longqing know?"

Tang Xiaotang was infected by his expression, and his voice came out from the tail of the beast and whispered quietly: "I know, I watched you shoot him through with an arrow... Your arrow is so powerful, you can shoot it at such a distance. People."

Ning Que said sincerely: "Where is your Mingzong technique powerful, you dare to jump in such a high place.

Tang Xiaotang lowered his head slightly shame, and said softly: "I was also confused at the time."

Ning Que pointed at Ye Hongyu’s back and whispered: "Prince Longqing was deposed by me. There is no reason for Xiling Temple not to retaliate against me. In fact, this woman has always wanted to kill me, but I and her In your sacred place, say you can go out before you do it, so if you get out of the mountain and fight, I can help you."

Although he spoke in a low voice, he didn't deliberately conceal it from anyone. After all, in this lonely valley, the four young people are walking together, how can they really weave some conspiracy and play some indulgence.

Ye Hongyu, who was walking in the forefront, stopped and looked back at him slightly angrily and said, "Ning Que, can you shut up? Master accepting you as a disciple, I'm really worthless for him, I'm sure in the future You will definitely become the shame of the academy."

"No future, I am now the shame of the academy."

Ning Que replied with a smile. He was telling the truth. After the inexplicable contest with the third son of Xie in the Southern Jin Dynasty, he was rejected by the academy and ignored for several months... Those vocabulary that stolen the shame of the A Academy... I don’t know how many times he drifted into him. He has learned to turn a deaf ear to his ears, and he never felt that it was a derogatory term.

It is the old saying that has been repeated countless times. As long as he can live with Sangsang forever, he is willing to do anything. In that case, this pair faces the most powerful fighting force in the group of four, and looks at it. The Demon Sect girl who doesn't give much face to the academy and master when she gets up, what is it to say some witty things to please the other party?

As long as they are willing, all the soldiers and civilians from Weicheng to the master Yan Se to the emperor's axis can be amused by him, so the demon girl Tang Xiaotang is not surprisingly happy, and laughs innocently from time to time.

"It turns out that you are the sister of Tang in the legend."

Ning Que remembered the words that Chen Pipi said while lying on the meadow on the first day in the back mountain of the academy. He was slightly surprised, and then remembered more things, such as Chen Pipi’s description of the lover in his dream, so he looked at The Demon Sect girl around her became more and more familiar, and found that apart from being too young, this little girl fully met Chen Pipi's ideas.

"Taoran, you are going to the south, then you really want to go to Chang'an City to stroll around. It has nothing to do with the fried egg noodles I said by Xian Tao. It is the world's most powerful city, and there are many interesting people living in it. One of them I want to introduce to you that he is about the same age as me, but Tao has already become Zhiming as early as a few years ago, saying that he is a real genius."

Tang Xiaotang looked at Ning Que with clear eyes, and said in surprise: "So urinating knows the fate of life? Is there such a person in the world? Could it be said that that person is more powerful than Taoism?" Ye Hongyu listened to this. Suddenly he said: "The dead fat man has a terrible temperament, but he has broken through the realm very quickly. It can only be said that Haotian is a little biased towards some people. It is not your opponent if you really want to fight."

After a brief pause, she looked at Ning Que and asked, "How has he been in the college all these years?"

Ning Que only then remembered that Chen Pipi had met Dao idiot, and whenever he mentioned this person, the proud fat man would be like a crane, scratching his head and replied: "Not bad. "

Hearing this answer, Ye Hongyu was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "That's good."

The four of them walked in the quiet and even a little dead stone valley. They are the best young people in the world of practice. They have different sects and different ideas and even have deep hatred between each other, but they did not stage a **** fight. The plot may be because the old monk Miantao in the depths of Xuefeng saw too much blood and conspiracy and was a little tired, or maybe it was simply because youth did not want to think about it on the way home with youth.

Youth is really a beautiful thing. Whether they are obsessed with books, power, or silver, they still retain some simple and pure parts, and they have not completely fallen into the quagmire of the complicated world.

If there is only youth left in the world, no old age, no decay, maybe a lot of killings and disputes will be reduced, passion but not cold blood, still fighting but direct fighting, then the world will become much simpler and better.

However, it’s a pity that everyone will gradually get old and become so sophisticated. There will be a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders. Those heavy responsibilities will bend people’s waists and make people think hard but feel lazy. .

The southernmost tip of the Mang Tian Abandoned Mountain, the lower mountain range plunged into the wasteland, and then disappeared into the flat land north of the Hulan Sea. The caravan from the Central Plains has stayed here for a long time, and the lake is almost completely ice Feng, but they still had no intention of leaving.

The middle-aged man slowly raised the brim of his hat and looked at the distant snowy peak in the sky.

He thinks someone is there.

Anyone from Guanli? According to the theory of Tao, Tianshu Ming Mou Juan is alive, and Haotian Taoist cannot only send out the younger generation of Dao Chi and Long Qing, so he hopes to **** the Tianshu back.

However, apart from himself and the guy who didn't know where to hide in the world and practiced cicada for 23 years, who else knew that the only exit left after the gate of the Holy Land was closed is in the north of Hulan?

But even if Guanli was sent to walk around the world, he would not stop his plan, because he had been swaying and silent between the Empire and Xiling for too many years, he was very sick of this feeling, so he decided to do Some things.

As long as the heavenly book is in hand, you can gain true freedom.

As one of the few powerful descendants of the Demon Sect in the world, the middle-aged man firmly believes in this legend.

"Are you the one who likes to carry a wooden sword?"

The middle-aged man smiled contemptuously at the top of the distant snowy peak, put the leftover half of the leg of lamb in his hand, took the silk scarf from the hand of his subordinate and carefully wiped the oil between his fingers, and then grew into a long body. Up.

The sole of the boots stepped on the surface of the lake that had just been frozen in the Hulan Sea. The middle-aged man walked slowly towards the mountains on the opposite side of the lake. His every step was so solid, as if to shake the ice. Open in general.

He has many enemies in the world, and those enemies know that he does not know water, or even fears water. But today he just wants to walk across the lake, as if he is going to step through the aggrieved dissatisfaction of the past years.

The cold wind blows his chest, and the middle-aged man feels as if he has returned to his youth, which feels good.