Hearing this, the priest guessed that the hierarch and the Great Divine Priest must have communicated with that person about this arrangement. So he did not say anything more. He took out the file and turned it to a certain page. He asked, "The You Prison is almost full."
The You Prison was a place where the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall was responsible for detaining criminals. It was located deep underground at the back of Peach Mountain and never saw the sun. For thousands of years, countless powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine and rebellious people who went against the doctrine of Haotian had been imprisoned here. They were either executed or locked up.
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment supported his chin with his hand. No one knew what he was thinking about. Hearing this, his slender jade-like right hand slowly tilted up and said, "As usual."
The Judicial Department's solution to the overcrowding of the You Prison was very simple. That was to kill a group of people and burn a group of corpses. The corpses that occupied the space would be turned into ashes and dissolved in water to nourish the peach blossoms. There would be no waste.
The subordinate priest nodded without any unnatural expression. Obviously, there was no psychological barrier.
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment suddenly closed his eyes slowly and asked in a low voice, "How is the Great Divine Priest of Light now?"
The subordinate priest heard the words "Great Divine Priest of Light" and his body suddenly stiffened. He bowed his head and replied, "He is the same as before, chanting the doctrines and classics every day. It seems … there is nothing unusual."
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment closed his eyes and thought for a long time. His right index finger gently tapped on the armrest of the black jade throne. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said emotionlessly, "Let the whole world know that the thirteenth disciple of the Academy, Ning Que, has entered the" Ri "Handscroll."
The priest looked at the old face of the Great Divine Priest and asked carefully after a moment of silence, "Dear Great Divine Priest, what is the purpose of releasing this news?"
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment did not explain and continued indifferently, "In addition, let everyone know that Ning Que, besides Chao Xiaoshu, killed the monk Wu Shi of Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsman of South Jin Kingdom in one night at Spring Breeze Pavilion in Chang 'an last year."
The priest vaguely guessed the intention of such an arrangement. He thought for a moment and whispered, "Even if the aunt of Yuelun Kingdom and the Sword Garret are angry, Ning Que is a student of the Headmaster of Academy and he is in the Tang Empire. Who dares to take revenge?"
"Even if he is out of the Tang Empire, will Quni Madi and the Sword Garret dare to take revenge? After the Spring Breeze Pavilion incident, the Yuelun Kingdom and the Sword Garret did not dare to make a sound, because they knew that they were involved in the internal politics of the Tang Empire and were afraid of being implicated by the Tang Emperor's anger. How could they dare to take revenge? But hatred is always easy to stimulate some hot blood, especially in the face of a young man who is still in No Doubts State. Even if you dare not kill him, it is also good to humiliate him a few times. "
The priest did not understand. Even if the Yuelun Kingdom and the Sword Garret found an opportunity to humiliate Ning Que, what was the point?
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment closed his eyes again and began to rest. He did not explain.
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Chang 'an City, Lin 47th Street, behind the Old Brush Pen Shop.
Early in the morning, Sangsang carried a bucket and was about to water the plants when she heard a voice behind her, "Leave it to me!"
After a long time, a messily drawn talisman paper fell from the window and stayed in the basin for a long time. It slowly turned into wet water and gradually seeped into the soil to nourish the roots of the flower.
In the evening, Sangsang squatted in front of the stove and was about to start the fire to steam the rice when she heard a voice behind her, "Leave it to me!"
After a long time, a light yellow talisman paper was stuffed into the stove hole by a hand and instantly turned into a flame. It was extremely difficult to ignite the dry wood in the stove hole, and then with the help of Sangsang's puffed cheeks, it turned into a raging fire.
Late at night, Sangsang squatted in front of the bed and was about to wipe the bamboo mat to cool it when she heard a voice behind her, "Leave it to me!"
After a long time, a piece of talisman paper was rolled into a ball and thrown into the basin. It was gradually soaked until it became soft and dispersed. After a long time, a very thin layer of ice floated on the water surface.
Sangsang squatted beside the basin and stared at the water surface with her willow-like eyes until her eyes hurt. Then she rubbed her eyes and stood up. She wet the towel in the water and tightly pursed her lips. Without saying a word, she began to wipe the bamboo mat on the bed and turned to pour water after wiping it.
At this moment, she heard another voice behind her, "Leave it to me!"
Sangsang couldn't stand it anymore. She threw the wet towel into the basin and turned around with her hands on her thin waist. She angrily stared at the desk with her bright willow-like eyes and seriously said, "Young master! Do you know how long it takes me to wait for your talisman paper to work? Do you know that such a long time is enough for me to water the flowers, light the firewood, cook the rice, wipe the bed, and then rest? When we were in the City of Wei, you once told me that delaying other people's time is killing lives. Then why do you always want to kill me? "
Next to the desk, Ning Que was holding a brush and was eager to continue writing talismans. Suddenly hearing such a long accusation, the excitement on his face turned into a bit of resentment. He awkwardly said, "I just learned to write talismans. I'm a little excited and always want to practice more. Why do you … take it so seriously?"
After understanding Talisman Taoism in that summer rainstorm, Ning Que was immersed in that magical world and couldn't extricate himself. From waking up in the morning to going to bed, he wrote talismans in the small courtyard, which made it difficult for Sangsang to do housework.
He also kept writing talismans in the back of the mountain of the Academy. The Senior Brothers and Sisters who were cultivating in seclusion now had to worry about the flying swords, arrows, and needles. They also had to worry about the fresh water rushing into their faces and the soil ridge suddenly appearing under their feet. What was more terrible was the fire that the talisman paper turned into … Now a saying began to spread in the back of the mountain of the Academy: Guard against fire, knives, and Junior Brothers. The unhappy Senior Brothers and Sisters finally made a not difficult decision. If Youngest Brother wanted to write talismans, he had to do it in the blacksmith room of Sixth Brother. Anyway, there was fire all year round, so they didn't worry about a fire.
Ning Que felt that the Senior Brothers and Sisters were making a fuss over a trifle. It was nothing to be splashed with some water and burned a few holes in the Academy uniforms. They were all powerful cultivators at least in the Seethrough State. How could they be afraid of these? But since he had offended the public, he had to stay in the Sixth Brother's room obediently every day. Accompanied by the Sixth Brother's simple and honest sigh and the Fourth Brother's angry roar, he kept practicing talisman.
Presently, he was like a child that had obtained a new toy, and he played tirelessly from morning to night as if he would never feel tired or tired. Along with the passage of time, he mastered more and more talisman techniques, and his understanding of the Dao of Talismans grew deeper and deeper.
He didn't know that shortly after he condensed the first drop of water on the tip of his brush on that rainy summer night, his name appeared on the first volume of the Seven Tomes of Arcane in the Unknown Place in the deep mountains of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. He also didn't know that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment in the West-Hill Divine Palace, for some inexplicable reason, decided to announce his name in front of hundreds of millions of believers in the world.
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In fact, Ning Que's reputation, at least in Chang 'an, was loud enough without the help of the West-Hill Divine Palace. The Back Mountain of the Academy was hidden in the fog. Ordinary people didn't know the details, but His Majesty's appreciation and love for him shocked many people. Moreover, the fight between Grand Secretary Wang and Old Chancellor Jin had lasted for decades. In the 14th year of Tianqi era, it finally developed to a white-hot level because of several calligraphy sections. Between the two mansions, from the masters to the lowest servants, there would be a fight every few days. Indirectly, his deeds began to spread in the streets and alleys of Chang 'an.
"Last year by the lake, a golden boy and a jade girl snuggled up to each other in the wind. I don't know how many people envied them. Miss Gao looked over there and almost cried. But now? Xie Chengyun clearly knew that Jin Wucai was the most suitable candidate for a wife, but he couldn't overcome the difficulty of face. He returned to the South Jin Kingdom with a gloomy face and continued to be a young master of an aristocratic family and a minister in the future, leaving Jin Wucai alone in Chang 'an. Tut tut … "
"Young master, why do I feel that you are a little envious and jealous?"
"Why should I be envious? I told you last year outside the Princess Mansion that I don't understand love, but I know that people who play with love, especially young people, are all idiots. "
"But there are always men and women in the world."
"Men and women should do the things between men and women, but never misunderstand it as love."
"What is the thing between men and women?"
"Well, most people who come to the House of Red Sleeves do it."
Ning Que and Sangsang got off the carriage and walked to the House of Red Sleeves while chatting.
They often came to the House of Red Sleeves and were very familiar with the place. They naturally passed through the side door, went around to the side of the building and entered the main hall. He deliberately chose to come in the morning because there was no business in the House of Red Sleeves at this time.
However, he did not expect that when he entered the main hall, the girls who were supposed to be wearing ordinary home clothes, wandering around while yawning, and then seeing him, their eyes would light up, rush over to pinch his cheeks, and take him to the backyard to play … seemed to have changed into a different group of people.
He saw that the girls were dressed very formally, wearing expensive clothes that were only worn on important occasions. They were divided into two lines in the hall and looked at him with a smile but a bit reserved, as if they had specially come to welcome him. When they saw Ning Que coming out from the side door with Sangsang, they bowed very neatly and said in a clear voice, "Greetings, Mr. Ning."
Looking at this scene and hearing the clear voice, Ning Que couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He looked at Dewdrop who stood at the front of the line and asked, "Sister Dewdrop, what … what are you doing?"
These days, Dewdrop had earned a lot of money by selling Chicken Soup Stickers and rubbings of the Yan family. She often wanted to exchange money with Sangsang, but she was not as friendly as other girls. She greeted him with a smile, held his arm and led him inside, and explained softly,
"Now your identity and status are different. Who would dare to tease you like before? Mistress Jian knew that you died after entering the Second floor and the whole building was full of red envelopes. The girls in the building are in awe of your current glory and also happy about the benefits you have brought. It's the first time for you to come back after a few months, so of course everyone should welcome you. "
Although Ning Que was busy with cultivation after entering the Second floor of the Academy and seldom contacted the outside world, he had attended several banquets these days and probably knew that he could be regarded as a celebrity in Chang 'an City. However, he really did not expect that he could receive such treatment in the House of Red Sleeves and could not help but feel a little intoxicated.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think about it. Just when the maidens had finally digested the shock and fear in their hearts and were about to pounce on him and ask him about the rumors, Mistress Jian's personal maidservant, Xiaocao, came down the stairs with a cold expression and reiterated Mistress Jian's rules to everyone.
Sangsang and Xiaocao, who was about the same age and familiar with each other, went to the back garden to play. Ning Que sighed and struggled to climb to the top floor of the House of Red Sleeves with his legs filled with lead. He reluctantly pushed open the wooden door and lifted the bead curtain. He bowed deeply to the woman behind the curtain and complained, "I have already entered the Second floor of the Academy. Why can't I?"
Mistress Jian, who had a broad forehead and a straight nose, was not a traditional beauty but had a kind of grace similar to that of a man. She smiled slightly and gestured Ning Que to sit down. She said, "How old are you? Why are you always thinking about men and women?"
Ning Que was annoyed and said, "The more you don't want to do something, the more you want to do it. Besides, I am already 18 years old!"
"Last time I said, you can call me Aunt Jian."
Mistress Jian pushed the tea in front of him and said with a smile, "No matter how much His Majesty appreciates you and how those guys in the Back Mountain love you, as long as I don't agree, no brothel in the entire Chang 'an City dares to provoke you."
"My dear aunt …" Ning Que said helplessly, "Why is that?"
Mistress Jian said earnestly, "What kind of place is the Academy and what kind of place is the Second floor? Since you are so lucky to enter, of course you should put all your attention on learning and cultivation. Why bother to entangle yourself with brothels like us? If something bad really happens, it's okay for you, but what if the reputation of the Academy is damaged? "
"I think even the Headmaster of the Academy doesn't care about these things." Ning Que said.
Mistress Jian raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Even if the Headmaster of the Academy says something, he has to get my approval."
Ning Que entered the House of Red Sleeves by mistake when he came to Chang 'an City at the beginning of last year. From the first time they met, Mistress Jian had cared about him like an elder. To be honest, he had been a little puzzled about this, especially when Mistress Jian seemed to be very familiar with the Academy when she talked. Moreover, when he heard what she said at this time, he was even more puzzled. After a moment, he tentatively asked,
"Aunt Jian, you … are you familiar with the Academy?"
Hearing this, Mistress Jian was slightly startled. She picked up the tea on the table as a cover and answered after a moment of silence, "I have never been to the Academy."
Never been to the Academy did not mean that she was not familiar with the Academy. Ning Que was about to continue asking but did not expect Mistress Jian to directly ask, "Is Jun Mo still so old-fashioned?"
"Jun Mo?" Ning Que was confused.
Mistress Jian looked at him and frowned, "He's your Second Brother. You don't even know his name?"
Ning Que was a little surprised and tentatively said, "How dare I call him by his name? You know how proud he is, so you forgot what Second Brother's name is."
"Proud?" Mistress Jian seemed to recall something and a look of reminiscence appeared on her face. She smiled and said, "Since he entered the mountain, Xiao Mo likes to pretend to be proud and even made a stick to his head."
Ning Que burst into laughter.
Mistress Jian smiled and shook her head. She suddenly asked, "How is that scholar?"
"The scholar is still studying."
"Everyone is still fine."
"Aunt Jian, why don't you ask the Headmaster of the Academy and Eldest Brother?"
"Eh? Have they come back? "
"No."
"If not, then what's the point of asking since you haven't seen them? But I believe that the Headmaster of the Academy and your Eldest Brother will be fine no matter where they are. "
Mistress Jian's voice gradually lowered. Her thoughts drifted back to many years ago, and her eyes were slightly moist.
Ning Que vaguely understood something. The reason why the leader of the world of romance treated him so favorably after knowing that he was a student of the Academy must be because of some empathy in the past. But who was the person who had a relationship with her in the past? Who in the Back Mountain looked like him? Second Brother … Xiao Mo? Or the Sixth Brother who had a body of strong muscles and was very popular with women? Could it be the Headmaster of the Academy?
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Ning Que came to the small courtyard of Dewdrop in the back garden. He finished writing calligraphy for Lu Xue and a few familiar girls and stamped them with his private seal. Finally, he sent the satisfied girls out. He did not think about the relationship between Mistress Jian and the Academy anymore. He smiled and walked to Dewdrop. His eyes fell on her snow-white soft breasts, and his mind could not help but shake.
Dewdrop looked shy and hurriedly waved her hands and stepped back. She hurriedly said, "Don't do this, don't do this."
Ning Que was stunned. He thought that although they had never been intimate, they had hugged, pinched, and touched many times. Why did Sister Zhu 'er have such a big reaction today? He felt like he was a pervert who was approaching her step by step.
Suddenly, his eyes brightened. He thought that this was probably the legendary situational acting? It was very interesting to try to resist. I forced you to step back, and you retreated behind the curtain with shame. Then the red candles would make waves …
He laughed and said, "My good sister, no one can hear you even if you shout yourself hoarse."
Dewdrop's face turned slightly pale. She repeatedly pushed him away and said sadly, "My good brother, I really can't."
Ning Que found something wrong and asked confusedly, "Why not?"
"Mistress Jian has said it …"
"We agreed last time to come secretly and ignore her."
"But … your master spent the night here last night."
"Master?"
"Master Yan Se."
Dewdrop was extremely ashamed. She held the silk scarf and looked at him timidly. She said, "Although I work in the brothel, there are still some things that I can't do. If it is spread out that I serve my master and then serve my disciple, how can I be a man?"
In today's world, the relationship between master and disciple was even more powerful than that between father and son. Dewdrop was the most popular girl in Chang 'an City. She was extremely picky when she received guests. Most of the time, she made tea, surrounded some light food, and seduced others to earn money. There were only a few guests who could really enter her tent in the past two years. How could she serve the master and disciple?
Ning Que was stunned for a long time. Then he said angrily, "Master can touch, but can't a student touch?"
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Ning Que was not lustful. He was just in the prime of his youth at the age of 18. His body was burning hot. He had never been in contact with a woman in his previous and previous lives, not to mention that he yearned for sex when he was full and warm. Now he had countless silver notes under his bed and was enjoying a good time in the cultivation world. Of course, he would be particularly curious and yearning for the affairs between men and women in his spare time.
When he returned to the Old Brush Pen Shop at night, he lay on the bed. The stuffy summer night in Chang 'an City and the heat in his body attacked him from both inside and outside, making him toss and turn and unable to fall asleep. On the contrary, the hot summer in Chang 'an City was the most comfortable season for Sangsang, who was born with a weak constitution. She had already fallen into a deep sleep at the head of the bed.
The little handmaiden was sleeping very soundly. She turned over in her sleep, bent her right leg, and heavily hit the lower part of Ning Que's abdomen.
Ning Que was suddenly hit hard and groaned in pain. His body bent like a cooked shrimp and his face turned pale.
After a while, the pain gradually subsided. He angrily glared at Sangsang who was still sleeping soundly and reached out to pull her leg down.
When his fingers touched Sangsang's small foot, he suddenly felt a very comfortable coldness. It was very good to touch. It was like the smooth and cool ice fish in the wine cup at the Grand Secretary's Mansion a few days ago.
It felt really comfortable to hold such a small foot in his hand on such a hot summer night. Ning Que was a little reluctant to let go of it. He held it in his hand and gently touched it. With the starlight coming through the window, he saw that the small foot in his hand was as white as jade and as beautiful as a lotus carved from ice jade.
Ning Que held the cold foot and frowned slightly. No one knew what was going on in his mind.
Sangsang probably felt a little itchy when his fingers touched the sole of the foot. She shrunk her foot in her sleep, but failed to pull her foot out of Ning Que's hand and woke up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "Young master, why did you grab my foot?"
Ning Que was shocked and felt that he had suddenly become a poor boy who was beaten by many women outside the women's bathhouse with washing boards. He forcibly suppressed his embarrassment and explained in a trembling voice, "It's … too hot. Your foot is cold and comfortable to hold."
Hearing the explanation, Sangsang replied with an "oh" and lay down again to sleep. She adjusted her body and leaned to the right side so that Ning Que could hold her right foot more easily.
The backyard of the Old Brush Pen Shop returned to silence. Only the faint sound of cicadas could be heard from the street.
After some time, Ning Que suddenly asked, "Sangsang, how old … are you this year?"
Sangsang closed her eyes and answered, "I don't know when I was born. You told me that I was not that old when you picked me up. So I should be almost 14 now."
"14 …"
Ning Que silently repeated in his heart and then let go of her foot in his hand. He said, "Sleep well."
Sangsang opened her eyes and looked at him curiously. She asked, "Young master, didn't you find it hot?"
"I'll get a palm-leaf fan."
"What's the use of a palm-leaf fan?"
"Can't your feet stink?"
"I wash my feet every day. But young master, your feet really stink."
"I don't care. Anyway, I'm going to get a palm-leaf fan."
"Young master."
"Yes."
"Let me do it."
A rustling sound came from the other side of the bed. Sangsang crawled over and lay down beside Ning Que. She stretched out her slender arms and legs to hug him and put her face on his chest to find a comfortable position. Then she rubbed her face against his chest.
She snuggled in his arms and murmured sleepily, "It's cool now."
Her body was still small and thin. She hugged Ning Que's legs and wrapped them around his waist, looking like a silk thread on an oak tree.
However, she was a girl who was about to turn 14. The cool and bouncy feeling came through the thin layer of clothing.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the roof. Although he was hugging her, he felt hotter and hotter and couldn't fall asleep.
The cicada on the green tree in the street also couldn't sleep. She kept complaining about the heat.
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