Cat Girl rushed over and repeated what had happened in the tent in detail. Especially when she mentioned Quni Madi's words, the little girl was even more furious.
Everyone in the tent silently watched the conversation between Ning Que and Cat Girl. Because they did not know the specific identity of the young man, they remained silent for the time being. They were very curious about what would happen next. Now that the Priest of the Revelation Department had come to a conclusion, and Aunt Quni Madi's expression was gloomy, would there be any change?
Many people of the Palace tribe followed the big black horse to the tent. It was noisy and noisy until the steward of the Divine Hall, who was responsible for maintaining order, went out to reprimand them. Then it gradually quieted down.
Ning Que knew what had happened from Cat Girl's narration. After a moment of silence, he put the reins of the big black horse on the tobacco pipe at the entrance of the tent, but did not tie it tightly. He looked at Mo Shanshan in the distance and said, "So that's what happened. Is it worth for you to cut your palm? There must be other ways to prove it. "
Everyone in the tent was still silent. They looked at him with some curiosity and some mockery. They thought that although there was no evidence, the matter of meeting the Horse Gang on the meadow was not about evidence. How could he prove it?
These thoughts and feelings were hidden in the hearts of the people, but Cat Girl asked directly. Thinking of the anger and helplessness of her Senior Sisters, she looked at Ning Que with her big bright eyes and asked confusedly, "How can you prove it?"
Ning Que replied seriously, "I can prove it because I was there."
He glanced at the disciples of various sects of the Central Plains in the tent with different expressions, raised his right hand to point at the commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall in the distance, and said, "I can prove that the cavalryman of Divine Hall on the meadow did not help us and just looked on coldly. After we beat back the Horse Gang, the commander led the cavalryman to rush down the meadow, cut off the heads of the Horse Gang, and snatched the military merits. And I think he even had the idea of killing us at that time."
Hearing this, there was an uproar in the tent. The young man not only pointed out that the cavalryman of Divine Hall was despicable and cold-blooded, but also made a more serious accusation of killing us!
The uproar like the wind blowing through the pine forest gradually subsided. People looked at Ning Que with more complicated and weird eyes, thinking that the Divine Hall should believe his words? No one believed that he could turn the situation around. They all felt that he was courting death by accusing the Divine Hall.
The face of the Priest of the Revelation Department darkened slightly. His silver-like hair was as taut as iron, and he looked unhappy. He didn't expect that the Calligraphy Addict would be so tough when this farce was about to come to an end. Moreover, this young man who came out of nowhere was trying to make things more troublesome for him.
Just as he was about to reprimand him, he noticed from the corner of his eyes that the expression of the Great Tang General Shu on his right was somewhat strange. This strange expression came from the smile on the general's face, a smile with a deeper meaning.
The Priest of the Revelation Department was slightly shocked, wondering if the general of the Tang Empire knew this person.
The West-Hill Divine Palace illuminated the world and enjoyed a high status. However, they still maintained vigilance and uneasiness towards the Tang Empire's imperial cavalry, which was also respect. Seeing General Shu reveal such an expression, the priest frowned and did not speak.
Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, was accused of being cold-blooded and selfish, not helping the allies, and even trying to kill people to keep their mouths shut after robbing the military merits. His face was already as gloomy as the wet clouds in Min Mountain.
He stared at Ning Que fiercely at the tent curtain. Although he didn't think that this person was the dark shadow behind the wall of fire under the meadow, he noticed his clothes and angrily rebuked, "Judging from your clothes, you should be a disciple of the Black Ink Garden. In that case, how are you qualified to accuse me of this matter?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I am not a disciple of the Black Ink Garden."
After saying this, he took Cat Girl's hand and walked into the tent. His leather boots stepped on the thick carpet, making no sound, and his footsteps seemed so stable. The disciples of various sects who were looking at him on both sides of the road looked more and more dignified. They thought that this person admitted that he was not a disciple of the Black Ink Garden, so where did his calmness come from?
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall's eyes lit up and glanced at Aunt Quni Madi.
Since Ning Que appeared in the tent, Quni Madi had been indifferent and silent. She didn't even look at him, because she didn't care about these small fries. Until she felt the gaze of the commander of the cavalrymen, she slowly raised her head and looked at Ning Que who was walking towards her. She said in a cold voice, "Since you are not a disciple of the Black Ink Garden, why did you appear in the camp of the grain team that day? Why did you wear the clothes of the Black Ink Garden? I don't know what kind of Heterodox Doctrine you are. How dare you pretend to be a righteous person? Take him down and ask him carefully! "
This was the real confidence brought by the status and strength. Aunt Quni Madi, a powerful person who could summon wind and rain, wouldn't spend any time debating and negotiating with the opponent. She directly hit him with a stick. Even if she didn't beat him to death, she would knock him out. Even if she wanted to wrongly accuse him, she would do it openly. What else could she say?
Hearing the words of Aunt Quni Madi, the disciples of other sects in the tent were still a little hesitant. However, the sadhus from the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom had already stood up with their staffs and were ready to subdue and take down this young man.
Mo Shanshan slightly frowned. Before she gave the order, the girls of the Great River Kingdom behind her exclaimed and were about to stop the monks of the White Tower Temple with their swords in their hands. The situation was in chaos.
At this moment, a monk of the White Tower Temple saw Ning Que's face clearly. He was suddenly shocked and reached out to stop his Senior Brother beside him. He hurried to Quni Madi and said a few words in a low voice.
This monk was the one who was ordered by his Master to ask for the ownership of the hot spring. He hurt Zhuo Zhihua and beat Cat Girl, but was finally seriously injured by Ning Que's sword and arrow. He had a deep impression of the encounter that day. Ning Que didn't wear a mask that day. How could he not recognize him when they met again today?
Quni Madi heard that this young man turned out to be a student of the Academy. Her deep-set eyes suddenly shone and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be blown away by the wind. She stared at Ning Que and said in a hoarse and fierce voice, "It turns out that you are a student of the Academy. How dare you be so arrogant and presumptuous. Do you think that I don't dare to teach you a lesson?"
Ning Que had already walked to the front and let Cat Girl go back to the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. He looked at the old woman and frowned. He shook his head and said, "I just want to prove something for the people of the Black Ink Garden. Why do you teach me a lesson? Do you think you are my teacher? Or are you afraid that I will tell the truth? What are you afraid of? "
The four questions in a row were not aggressive, but calm and gentle. But thinking that the four questions were aimed at Aunt Quni Madi, who was eccentric and gloomy and had an extremely high status, the people present could naturally feel the hidden toughness in it. They could not help but be shocked and thought that even if he was a student of the Academy who came to the Wilderness for practice, his behavior was too presumptuous.
Quni Madi was expressionless and looked at Ning Que coldly, as if she was looking at a dead man. Although it seemed that she was not angry because of his words, those who really knew this aunt knew that she was extremely furious at this time.
"I don't know which instructor in the Academy your teacher is, but I think it's not impossible for me to teach you a lesson given my seniority and status. As for the truth, I really want to know what evidence you can bring out."
Quni Madi's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but with a harsh contempt and mockery.
Ning Que smiled and said, "My words are the evidence."
The commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall was furious and snapped, "What a joke! Since when can a person's words be used as evidence? "
Ning Que was not angry and replied softly, "I heard that what this old lady said was used as evidence by everyone. Then why can't my words be used as evidence?"
There was an uproar again and again. This time, it was not because of the toughness shown by the Academy student, but because of the title "old lady". He clearly knew the identity of Aunt Quni Madi, but he used this kind of domestic language to address her. What he showed was not only toughness, but also undisguised contempt!
"Old lady?" Quni Madi had never been addressed like this in her life. Whether it was the King of Yuelun Kingdom or the three Great Divine Priests of the Divine Hall, they were all polite to her. She did not expect that she would be humiliated by a junior like this today. She was so angry that she trembled all over. Her old hands tightly grasped the back of the chair, and it seemed that she would stand up and fight at any time.
If she had not known that Ning Que was a student of the Academy, maybe Ning Que would have been dead at this time. But even if Ning Que was a student of the Academy, she did not intend to show any respect to the Tang Empire and must teach this guy a lesson.
The commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall could not bear it anymore and flew into a rage. He slammed the table beside him and angrily rebuked, "Aunt is the sister of the King of Yuelun Kingdom, Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect. Who do you think you are? How dare you be compared with aunt!"
Ning Que walked to the girls of the Great River Kingdom and smiled slightly, indicating that the worried girls should not panic. Then he nodded to Mo Shanshan to tell her to leave everything to him. Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared and he slammed the table beside him into two halves. He lectured, "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me in this tone!"
At this time, people in the tent already knew that this young man was a bold guy. Even Aunt Quni Madi was called an old lady by him. Naturally, the commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall was nothing in his eyes. Although people were still shocked, they did not make an uproar anymore. They silently and coldly watched the development of the situation.
It was silent. At this time, if a cat walked on the thick carpet, it would attract everyone's attention.
Ning Que tidied up the front of his clothes and was ready to take out the elm ID token on his waist. But he was a little hesitant. What kind of action should he take out and what kind of expression should he show? Pride or disdain?
It was always very difficult to take out a card beautifully and freely, whether it was the card in the hand or the ID token.
The government runner took out the ID token and pointed it at the robber and said calmly, "I'm a messenger." The robber panicked and gave up. The God of Gamblers took out the card at the bottom and said with a smile, "No more, no less. I'm just a little bigger than you." The opponent sitting across the long table turned pale and fell to the ground the next moment, clutching his chest.
As long as one took out the card in a natural and unrestrained manner, no matter the action, expression or tone, they must be very well coordinated. In this way, it would not seem that you were bullying others. Instead, you would be calm and arrogant to the extreme, but you would not smell any anger.
Among all the people Ning Que knew in his life, there were countless people who were as arrogant as him. But only Second Brother was so arrogant that he admired him so much and was so arrogant that he was hopelessly handsome.
In his mind, if Second Brother took out the ID token at this time, he would definitely shock a lot of powerhouses and charm a lot of girls. No, Second Senior Brother didn't need to take out his waist tag. The wooden club on Second Senior Brother's head was an excellent waist tag.
With Second Brother's warning in front of him, Ning Que paid great attention to his demeanor when representing the Back Mountain of the Academy for the first time. He had already regretted taking out the ID token casually on the meadow, and now he was even more uncertain.
Holding it in the air like a torch? It was a clear display, but it would be a little stupid. Drawing it out like drawing a knife? It was indeed handsome, but what if people did not see clearly what was written on the ID token and misunderstood that he was going to fight? Although he had gotten rid of the mentality of a nobody and was not afraid of the Aunt of the Divine Hall, if they really had a fight, that old woman could kill him with one finger …
At this time, the atmosphere was tense and depressing, as silent as Silent Hill. Everyone looked at Ning Que and noticed that his expression was a little weird, as if he was thinking about some very complicated problems. But they did not know that the problems he was thinking about had nothing to do with anything in the field, and were purely about other people's business.
General Shu Cheng had been staring at Ning Que since he entered the tent. This general from the Military Ministry of Chang 'an had already guessed Ning Que's identity. At this time, looking at Ning Que's expression, he thought that it was indeed a little inappropriate to ask Ning Que to introduce himself in such a place like the Back Mountain of the Academy. So he coughed slightly and said with a smile, "Mr. Thirteen, since you are not a disciple of the Black Ink Garden, should you sit beside me?"
General Shu Jun's voice attracted everyone's attention.
Ning Que was slightly stunned. He did not expect that this general had already known his identity. But then he felt a lot more relaxed. He nodded to Mo Shanshan beside him and walked over as he was told.
"Let me introduce him to you."
General Shu Cheng stood up and gently held Ning Que's shoulder. He first nodded to the Priest of the Revelation Department and then looked at the people in the tent. He said with a calm smile, "This is the most famous calligrapher of the Tang Empire in the Tianqi Year. He is deeply loved by His Majesty. At the same time, he is also the successor of the West-Hill Great Divine Priest Yan Se. But what I want you to know is that he is Ning Que, who defeated Prince Long Qing in the competition on the Second floor of the Academy this year."
Ning Que folded his hands and bowed to the people with a gentle expression.
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It was quiet in the tent. All the emotions had not had time to ferment and erupt, but everyone looked at Ning Que with endless shock and admiration.
The Priest of the Revelation Department smiled without saying anything and looked at Ning Que with great interest. He had already guessed something before, and now his guess was confirmed. He was still shocked, but he did not show it on the surface.
In this silence, Ning Que looked at Aunt Quni Madi, who looked more and more gloomy, and said, "I heard that you once said, who in the world would believe that you would lie?"
After a pause, he turned to the people in the tent and asked with a smile, "Then I really want to know, who in the world would believe that a student of the Second floor of the Academy and a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy would lie?"
No one dared to answer, whether in the field, in the tent, or in the world.
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(I suddenly realized that this seems to be the first time since Fan Xian that I have written with strong colors. It seems that I like it. Xu Le had never written with his father, only with his fists. After Ning Que succeeded in writing with his father these two days, he also began to write with his fists. Why am I so ambitious? Ladies and gentlemen, this is the revised version, revised in 201202250329 (to be continued). If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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