Nightfall Chapter 278: Flag Exhibition

Volume 2 Winter Lake Chapter 278 Flag Exhibition

A cliff on the mountain behind the academy. Sanctuary

The master was wearing a black overall, sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at Chang'an City in the distance, where heavy snow was falling, and looking from a distance, it was like Haotian was giving alms to the world.

"Fifteen years ago, I was sitting here, looking at the firewood room in the doctor's house."

The master said: "I watched your younger brother with a pale face holding a hatchet and walking out of the wood room. I watched him grab the rope and hid in the well. I watched him turn over the courtyard wall and walk into the crowd. Watching him leave the city of Chang'an... as if I saw the appearance of your little uncle a long time ago."

Senior brother stood aside and asked: "Where is the younger brother and the younger brother?"

The master shook his head and said: "I can't tell you, maybe it's a strong desire for freedom?"

"I can understand why the teacher said that little uncle." The senior brother asked puzzledly: "But what does the tragedy of the little junior brother have to do with the word freedom?"

The master said: "The so-called freedom is the right to choose. Choose to live, choose to die, or choose not to choose. Back then, your little brother chose to pick up the hatchet and kill the butler and yourself. Companion, at that moment, he took the first step towards freedom."

The big brother said honestly: "Teacher, I can't understand."

The master said: "You are the clearest creek in the world. You have been flowing freely among the mountains and plains for these years. Perhaps you have encountered dangerous shoals and reefs, but you have never met a real river crossing, and you have never met your little The choices faced by the younger brother."

"No one is qualified to judge the right or wrong choice made by your junior brother, but he is different from ordinary people when he can make this choice, just like your junior uncle back then, no matter what you face In the circumstances, they will only do what they want to do."

Senior brother said: "That's why the teacher wants to accept juniors to get started?"

The master said with emotion: "In the spring, I saw your junior brother in Songhe Tower and talked to him in the Caolu. I found that he was not the same as your junior brother, and I felt sorry at that time."

"But this is the case in the world, where can I find two identical leaves?"

The master looked at the snow clouds in the distance and the Chang'an city shrouded in the wind and snow, and said with satisfaction: "But today, your little brother’s choice still surprises me. I never thought that he would have such courage to face it. Challenge Xiahou, I like the clumsiness in this choice. """

He turned to look at his eldest disciple, smiled and said, "You are the most clumsy among all the disciples in the college, so I like you the most, but in some ways, you really want to learn from Jun Mo and the younger brother."

The senior brother was taught awe-inspiringly, just looking at the wind and snow in the distance, he couldn't suppress his worries, hesitated for a moment and said: "If the junior brother really loses to Xiahou, what should I do?"

The words "if" and "true" in this sentence are very meaningful, which shows that in the eyes of the masters of the academy, Ning Que and Xiahou are not without the strength to fight.

"I don't believe in heaven or fate, I only believe in myself."

The master glanced at the gloomy sky in the cold winter, and said: "Everyone can only believe in themselves. This is your little brother’s choice. It is his mocking and contempt of the destiny of the destiny, so in addition to a fair environment , He doesn’t need anything."

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The dead silence in front of the imperial city lasted for a long time, and the **** flag was seated by the more violent wind and snow, blowing the **** umbrella slightly, and the faces of everyone who were blowing seemed to be frozen.

Datang State Master Li Qingshan looked at Ning Que with complicated eyes and said, "That's it?"

Ning Que was silent.

Li Qingshan sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Your Majesty has something to say, if you insist on this duel, then you must first hand over things."

He stretched out his hand to Ning Que and said: "You know what your Majesty said."

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "Why?"

Li Qingshan said: "Are you a private enmity?"

Ning Que said: "Yes."

Li Qingshan said: "Since it is a private vengeance, how can we use the national weapon?"

Then he said seriously: "If this battle is over and you really survived by chance, then I will return the things to you. The latest chapter of the temple"

Ning Que looked at the thick snow under his feet. After a moment of silence, he took out a thing tightly wrapped in cloth from his arms, but did not pass it to Li Qingshan's hands.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly and said, "Could you not even believe me?"

"I have never believed in anyone but myself, sorry."

Ning Que said, and then handed the thing wrapped in the cloth to Chen Pipi's hand behind him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, no longer caring about the affairs in the meeting place, and walked towards the palace.

The people in front of the palace gate didn't know what Ning Que took out of his arms, and couldn't help being a little curious. Xiahou clearly felt the faint aura fluctuations from the thing, and his iron eyebrows slowly frowned, watching Ning Que said: "It turns out that the line of sight is really in your hands. No wonder you have such a great spirit to challenge me."

Ning Que said: "As I said before, I still have many powerful methods."

Xiahou slowly stroked the armrest of the chair, seeming not to notice that there was nothingness there, and said: "Now that the center of the front is taken away, you still insist on killing me?"

Ning Que said: "You have killed many people, and I have killed many people. People like us should know very well that there are many ways to kill."

Xiahou said with an indifferent expression: "I knew I would die, and insisted on killing me for revenge? The memory of a four-year-old boy can be so long? Can you remember the faces of your parents? I don't believe it at all, I thought you It’s just that I have been unable to get rid of the psychological shadow of the year."

Listening to these words, Ning Que said: “I must admit that it’s uncomfortable to have the young master’s blood on my hands. I don’t feel it is clean no matter how I wash it, and my fingers are always sticky. Maybe it is psychological. Shadow it, I used a hatchet to kill for the first time, and since then I have been used to using a knife."

He looked at Xiahou and said, "But so what? What is the point of what you said?"

Xiahou Tie's eyebrows were raised slightly, and his face showed sarcasm and contempt, and said: "At least it can prove that your revenge is not as great and righteous as you think."

"Greatness and justice?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "After escaping from Chang'an City, I have imagined countless times in the past few years. One day I will meet a strange man in the mountains, inheriting a unique skill, and going straight to the barracks to kill you. Say something."

"I will ask you why you are so cruel and easy to kill. I will say that killing you today is to make justice for the unjust souls in the general’s mansion, the burnt corpses in the Yanjing village, and all the innocent dead. That list is very long, and a good friend of mine was added at the end."

At this point, he looked at Xiahouwei and said with a mockery: "These are some very just and awe-inspiring words, very loud and loud, but...what does it have to do with me?"

The wind, cold and snow hit the body, Ning Que coughed twice with his fist to block his lips, then spit out a thick sputum into the snow. The pus-yellow sputum was very dazzling in the clean white snow.

"I kill no fewer people than you. I have done a lot of evil things that no one can imagine. My hands are never clean. Where am I a messenger of justice."

He looked at Xiahou and said, "No matter how many innocents you kill, it has nothing to do with me. As long as it has nothing to do with me, I can even applaud for you by the side, but since you killed my whole family, I will naturally kill You, this is a matter of course, no other reason is needed."

Xiahou was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "It's interesting."

Then he got up from the chair.

It is like an unbreakable mountain, suddenly appearing in the wind and snow.

"Come and kill me."

He finally said: "Or be killed by me, to end your painful life."

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The city of Chang'an at twilight is like falling into the night. The thick snow clouds cover the last afterglow and the sky full of stars. The Yanming Lake is completely dark, only the torches in the distance illuminate the falling from the sky Snowflakes turned those dense and whistling snow into stars in the world.

Xiahou expressionlessly looked at the closed courtyard door in front of him, stretched out his hand backwards, took the army flag from the soldiers, and before walking to the courtyard door, he held the army flag in his right hand and paused.

His movements were very random. The ground in front of the courtyard was a hard rocky ground. When the flagpole fell, the rocky ground was chipped in pieces, splashed with countless boulders, and the tail of the pole plunged deep into the mud.

Xiahou slowly released his palm, and the flagpole was as firm as it was born on the ground. The blood-red flag was hunting in the snow in the sky, swallowing all the night.

This blood-red flag of the king has accompanied Xiahou for many years.

Whether it is fighting with the Yan ** team or fighting with the cavalry of the Zuo Teng Wang Court, this flag is always flying in the ranks of the northeast frontier army of the Datang Empire.

For decades, this blood flag has never fallen.

Just like the powerful man under the blood.

The soldiers on the periphery of Yanming Lake, the vigilant ministers, and the servants of Chang'an Mansion who maintained order, looked at the blood flag in the night, and they all had a strong feeling.

Tonight, this blood-colored general will still not fall down.

Xiahou walked up the stone steps.

Then he pushed open the courtyard door.

So he walked into the night.

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Ning Que is not in the house near Yanming Lake.

He and Sangsang were standing on the Yanming Mountain on the southern shore of the lake at this time, overlooking the far shore.

Sangsang is holding a **** umbrella, covering the increasingly violent snow.

In the eyes of the world, Ning Que's strongest cultivation realm is the two characters Fu and Jian. To fight against Xiahou, such a martial arts pinnacle powerhouse, it is of course necessary to open the battle distance.

Although Xiahou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, he could guess this when he thought about it, but he was as proud and confident as him and didn't care about it at all.

It's just that tonight the wind is swift and the snow is violent, and the night is covering the stars. The Yanming Lake in the winter is like a frozen inkstone. Even Ning Que's keen sense, can't see the picture on the other side.

If you can’t see it, how can Yuan Thirteen Arrows hit the enemy?

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(No more today, I need to sort out some more, delete some, two chapters tomorrow.)

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