Nightfall Chapter 279: Xueluo
‘This night snow seems to be unfair to me...actually it is really unfair to Xiahou...
Ning Que looked at the other side of the lake, and shook his head with the wind and snow on the lake, and continued: "The eye stick was taken away by your majesty. Naturally, it won't make me happy, but it's fair. My cultivation level is far away. Far inferior to Xiahou, it seems unfair, but in fact I prepared for fifteen years, and he didn’t know that there was someone like me in the world... People have been watching him silently, so the unfairness here is also considered Even."
"As long as this battle is limited to me and him, then I admit that it is fair."
Sangsang held the handle of the **** umbrella tightly and shrank himself, so as to ensure that the **** umbrella would not be blown away by the violent wind and snow, and whispered: "Master, are you worried that someone will interfere? "
"After all, Xiahou still has the status of Daomen Keqing besides the imperial king. I always feel that some people will come to interrupt the battle. When I held the eye club earlier, I did feel something."
Ning Que thought about his fellow students in the academy and said, "But I am not worried, because this is Chang'an City and not elsewhere. As long as the academy is still in the south of the city, no one is qualified to intervene."
Maybe some forces want to intervene in this battle, but more people are just waiting in silence for the start of the battle by the Yanming Lake, such as Ye Su who left Xiaodao Temple.
When watching a battle, the best place is of course the heights. At this time, he was on the wall of Chang'an City, with his plain white shirt fluttering in the night snow.
Many people think that the Xiling Temple does not want to see this battle between Xiahou and Ning Que. In fact, the envoy of the Temple has indeed raised objections to the palace, but he who came to Chang'an City on behalf of the Haotian Daomen does not need to Paying attention to the friends in the temple, although he also wanted to see Xiahou return to old safely, he didn't mind the occurrence of this battle.
Because no matter how Ye Su deduced, he couldn't imagine that Ning Que might win.
Xiahou can win, which is great.
Xiahou kills Ning Que and offends the college, which is better.
Because in this way, he will never be able to stay in the country of Tang to calm down and return to the old age.
"Daomen has a good idea, but first we must make sure that Xiahou can win."
A voice sounded on the city wall. The pace of this person's speech was very slow, but it was still so clear in the wind and snow, which seemed to calm people's minds.
The big brother walked to Ye Su and looked towards the dark Yanming Lake in the distance below the city wall.
Ye Su said: "I saw you in the morning and you are here again?"
The big brother said: "Yes, come and see."
Ye Su asked: "What to see?"
The big brother looked at Ye Su and smiled and said: "You are now with a quiet sword intent. There is no third person except Mr. Liu Bai. There is no opponent in Chang'an, so I want to see you."
Looking at you is actually looking at you.
Ye Su watched Ye Xue dancing and falling in front of the city wall, and said blankly, "No one in Chang'an is my opponent, but there are many courtyards outside the city."
Tonight the wind and snow are like anger, and there are many people sitting there in the snow.
The third worship in Qinghe County, sitting in the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake.
Yexue fell from the sky, his face was indifferent, and he seemed to be unaware of the cold money around
Considering the interests of the Qinghe County surname and the princess, he shouldn't let anyone interrupt this battle. However, he felt a bit earlier, so he came to the forest and waited silently.
Ye Xuefeng walked slowly to a monk.
The forest is pitch black, but the kapok robes and hats on the heads of the uninvolved monks are so clearly visible, which naturally conveys a sense of uprightness.
The three worshippers frowned slightly while watching the monk walking in the wind and snow.
Several years ago, he was already a great practitioner of fate, but at this time, he realized that he could not see the depth of this monk, and he could not help but be cautious and wary.
The strong fight for a moment, without any verbal temptation, and no need to ask about the origin of the mountain gate, the three priests stretched out their hands behind their backs and took the hilt out.
The sword body rubbed against the sheath mouth, making a very small sound, like a thunder flower falling on the thick snow, but when the sword body was only half drawn, it was forced to stop.
The eyebrows of the three worshippers were about to fly up, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and all the cultivation base in the body spurted out.
However, instead of continuing to draw out the sword in the sheath behind him, it slowly retracted into the sheath.
The sound of the sword rubbing against the sheath was as quiet as falling snow, but it made his heart palpitations.
The monk wearing a hat came slowly in the wind and snow, only a few feet away from him.
Sanshi's body was extremely stiff, and the hand holding the hilt trembled like Chengxue's dead branches. Looking at the monk, only panic was left in his usual proud eyes.
The monk did not move, and there was no change in the atmosphere of heaven and earth in the snow forest. He just walked slowly, so that a great practitioner who knew his fate could not use his sword!
The Three Enshrinements were extremely shocked. He couldn't imagine any practitioner in the world who could have such a method. In a flash, he guessed the origin of this monk, and his pupils shrank dramatically.
Anyone from the Hanging Temple?
Sanshi looked at the monk who was getting closer, looked at his gentle and firm eyebrows, and his stiff body trembled slightly because of panic.
He snorted, his face suddenly flushed, his thin five fingers suddenly stretched out, hiding the traces of the atmosphere of heaven and earth floating in the snow forest... He wanted to get out of the control of the other party.
The monk raised his right palm and stood in front of him, bending his index finger slightly, forming an unintended handprint.
The wind and snow in the winter forest suddenly worsened.
Wan Pianxue seems to have fallen on the body of the three worshipers of Qinghe County in an instant.
Those snow flakes perceive the supreme Buddha's prestige in the monk's handprints, sinking into the clothes of the three offerings, turning into countless invisible snow ropes, binding the person.
The monk glanced at him, his eyes full of compassion and compassion, and then he stepped up again, stepping on the thick snow, walking past him, like a lake outside the winter forest.
The three worshipped Luobin sat cross-legged in the snow, unable to move at all, the flushed cheeks that had previously become extremely pale, and the eyes filled with shame and fear. He is the most respected ancestor of Qinghe County. After practicing into the realm of knowledge, he is extremely proud and confident. Even if he does not have much respect for such legendary unknown places as the academy.
In this, on a snowy night, he finally met a monk from an unknown place, and he finally understood that the legend is that the legend is in front of the other party. Even the great practitioners who know the fate do not have the slightest cost of pride.
The Three Enshrinements thought that he had used his corpse in the princess's mansion before and was not ashamed to make some disputes between the academy and the Haotian Taoist gate. At this time, he was tied to death in the cold snow by the monk's handprint, he couldn't help feeling With endless shame, I can't wait to die.
Ye Su waved his hand to disperse the snow flakes within five feet in front of him on the high city wall, looked at the dark forest of Yanming Lake ether, and said with an indifferent expression: "That stupid in Qinghe County is extremely foolish, Xiao It’s really irritating that the little worms even want to wade into the torrent."
The big brother smiled and didn't say anything.
Ye Su said: "I wanted to kill that stupid, but since the dumb shot it, it's fine."
The big brother shook his head and said: "How can I watch you violate the Tang law."
Listening to the word Tang Lu, Ye Suwei laughed.
The big brother looked at the Yanming Lake, thinking about the monk who was walking through the winter forest to the lake shore, and said: "The battle between the younger brother and General Xiahou is probably a great event in the eyes of many people in the world, so You will come to Chang'an City, and I just hope that the younger brother won’t have any trouble."
Ye Su said: "You know that I came to Chang'an City not because of this battle but because of Ning Que. That dumb man was naturally also here for Ning Que."
The big brother knew very well that Ye Su wanted to point out what the drag was, but he remained silent and did not answer.
Ye Su looked at Yanming Lake and suddenly said with emotion: "The people who appeared around the black line before the fifteenth...except Tang, we are all here."
The big brother said: "Actually Tang is here too. General Xiahou's injuries are all left by him, so although his people did not come, his fists are here."
Ye Su said: "It makes sense, but even if there are countless Tang's fists left on Xiahou, in my opinion, Ning Que still has no chance in this cross-border battle."
"I know what you want to say and what you are worried about. I respect the younger brother, so I will not take action."
The senior brother smiled emotionally: "Of course I know better. If the junior brother knows the idea of the college, he will cry and cry and beg me not to respect him."
Ye Su said: "Mr. Er is blocking Xu Shi on the snow bridge, how cold is this?"
The big brother said: "It means fairness."
Ye Su said: "Xiahou Huan is far superior to Ning Que. Does the academy think this is also fair."
The big brother said: "The teacher once taught us that fairness is the mind, and has nothing to do with strength. As long as both parties are willing to do this and accept the rules, then it is fair."
Thinking that this passage is the master, Ye Su was silent for a long time.
Then he looked at Yelin by the Yanming Lake, frowning slightly and said, "If the dumb man wants to open. Talking, few people in this world can stop him."
Ye Su turned to look at him, and asked, "Jun Mo is stopping Xu Shi, you are watching me, who can stop him? I won't stop him, and at the moment when he speaks, I also stop him. If you can't help him, do you need to alarm the Master?"
The big brother looked at the lake in the cold winter night, frowning.
The snow is dancing, and the monk is walking in the forest, walking in the direction of Yanming Lake.
Fifteen years ago, in front of the black line, he smiled slightly, chewed his tongue out, swallowed it in his belly, and never spoke again. He has closed his mantra.
Tonight, he set foot in the dust again. No one knows whether he will speak or what he will say. People only know that after 15 years of silence, once the lips are opened, the Buddha's voice will be clear and thunderous.
Even Ye Su, a powerful descendant of Zhishou Guan, didn't want to face the first words he said.
Who will talk to the monk?
Do you really need the Master to go down the mountain?
At this moment, a thin piece of snow fell from the sky above the night forest.
The snow is extremely thin, thin to translucent, like a cicada wing.
(I will go out soon to pick up the leader, and then go back to her family's home with her. The second chapter update should be very late, I will report to everyone.) (To be continued.
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