(I have revised the last chapter and it should be more detailed. This chapter is on Saturday. Because I have to go out during the day, I stayed up all night to write it. I will send it on time. I wish everyone a good weekend.)
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Just like the silence after Quni Madi asked this question, it was not that no one did not believe what Ning Que said, but that no one dared to not believe what Ning Que said. The reason was also simple. It was not because Ning Que had a noble and holy reputation, but because he was ranked 13th in the back of the mountain of the Academy and had a teacher called the Headmaster.
For people in the world, the West-Hill Divine Palace was naturally the most sacred and solemn place, and the Academy in the southern suburbs of Chang 'an, the capital of the Tang Empire, was the most noble place. The Tang Empire's cavalry looked down on the world and the domestic politics and people were harmonious. A large part of the reason was that most of the imperial court and commandery officials were educated in the Academy. An ordinary Academy was already a giant, let alone the legendary Second Floor of the Academy.
The core disciples of the Headmaster lived on the Second Floor. They rarely walked in the world and gradually became legendary figures. But when they appeared, they could be as weak as nobles and ministers. They could even stand up to the leaders of various sects and even the bigwigs of the Divine Hall. Who would have the courage to jump out and question such figures?
Mo Shanshan once said to her fellow disciples at the hot spring by the blue sea that a false reputation was the most powerless thing. Strength always came from strength itself, just like ink and brush always came from ink and brush. So today in the tent when arguing about the Horse Gang in the meadow, people's real feelings were biased towards the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. She was also famous, but standing opposite her was the Divine Hall and the Yuelun Kingdom, so no one believed or dared to believe it.
At this time, the person who said the same words was Ning Que. Behind him stood the two unattainable peaks, the Headmaster of the Academy and the Tang Empire. So at this time, the most powerful person in the tent was him.
Exclamations finally broke out. The people in the tent looked at Ning Que and were so shocked that they didn't know what to say. They could only forcibly suppress their exclamations and exclamations. Then, all the sounds disappeared again. The tent returned to its previous state of silence, except for the sound of rapid breathing.
For the cultivators of various sects, Ning Que was definitely not an unfamiliar name, although he seemed to have directly entered the beautiful cultivation world of Primordial Qi in an unexpected manner this spring.
Under the instruction of the Great Divine Priest of the Judicial Department, the Divine Hall had been promoting his name. Therefore, all the followers of Haotian in the world soon knew that there was a man named Ning Que who had helped another legendary powerhouse kill a monk of the Yuelun Kingdom and a Sword Master of the South Jin Kingdom in one night at the Spring Breeze Pavilion in Chang 'an City. Everyone in the world knew that this person named Ning Que had defeated the dazzling and perfect Prince Long Qing in the competition on the Second floor of the Academy.
What was even more shocking was that everyone knew that the name Ning Que had appeared in the "Ri" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane. Although no one had read the Tomes of Arcane and many people had doubts about it, since the news was spread with the approval of the West-Hill Divine Palace, it should not be false.
He had just entered the Second floor of the Academy, become the successor of the Divine Talisman Master, and was qualified to write his name in the Tomes of Arcane. How could the young cultivators of various sects in the tent not be shocked, in awe and in envy with such a shocking experience?
Perhaps it was because of the old incident at the Spring Breeze Pavilion and the dead people in the old incident, but the eyes of the disciples of the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom and the monks of the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom were filled with awe and envy, as well as some hostility.
The most shocked people were actually the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. Cat Girl blushed slightly and stared at Ning Que blankly. Her bright eyes were full of joy and disbelief. The girls covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from screaming out of shock.
They had thought that Ning Que was just an ordinary student of the Academy. They did not expect that he was the core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. Thinking of the time when they met in the hot spring and fought side by side in the Wilderness, they could not believe their ears.
When Mo Shanshan heard the name, she looked at Ning Que with a slightly stagnant look. Her hands, which were as steady as Xiushan, trembled a little. There was still no expression on her dull and slightly round cheeks, but a bit of fatigue suddenly appeared between her eyebrows. She put the small saber in her hand back to Zhuo Zhihua's waist and sat back in the chair silently. Her lazy and listless eyes looked a little lost, and she did not look at Ning Que again.
Ning Que did not notice the subtle change in the girl's mood at this time. After sitting down beside General Shu Cheng, he did not say anything more and just looked at the Revelation Department Priest quietly.
Because he did not look at Quni Madi again, the noble aunt's expression became gloomier and gloomier.
The Revelation Department Priest also did not look at Quni Madi. He looked at the snow-white silver hair floating in front of him and suddenly smiled. He quickly made a decision and looked at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, how do you think this matter should be dealt with?"
Ning Que was slightly stunned when he heard the name Mr. Thirteen. He thought that the bigwig of the Divine Hall had already known his identity in the frontier fortress of the North of Yan Kingdom. Then he thought of another thing and understood why.
Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was an academy in the mountain. There was a Headmaster in the academy, and he was the tallest person in the world … Perhaps this was just a saying to the people in the mortal world, but for the big shots in the cultivation world, especially those who knew a lot of historical secrets like the Priest of the Divine Hall, it was an unquestionable truth.
The Headmaster of the Academy was tall, of course, did not mean that he was tall. Although he was tall, it did not only refer to his high level of moral essays and ideology, but also to his high seniority.
According to the childhood memories of the Haotian Hierarch Lord and the Elder of Lanke Temple, the Headmaster of the Academy had lived for at least a hundred years. According to the Headmaster of the Academy's self-deprecating words, the longer one lived, the more advantage one would have, such as seniority. Therefore, there was no one in the world who was of the same generation as the Headmaster of the Academy.
Even those who were of the same generation as the Headmaster of the Academy's disciples were believed to have died. Therefore, when Master Yan Se talked with Second Brother Jun Mo at the back of the mountain of the Academy, there was a dispute over seniority. Therefore, when the bigwigs in the Divine Hall and the Buddhism Sect mentioned those people at the back of the mountain of the Academy, they never referred to them according to the seniority of the orthodox sects.
The Academy itself had this problem. The seniority gap between the front yard and the back of the mountain was too big. In order to avoid the indescribable embarrassment, it formed a habit of addressing them. The instructors of the front yard called those at the back of the mountain according to the order of seniority, such as Mr. First and Mr. Second. This habit gradually spread to the outside of the Academy, but because the people at the back of the mountain basically did not show up in the world, probably only the bigwigs in the Divine Hall still remembered this rule.
Therefore, Ning Que was Mr. Thirteen.
No matter in the military camp or in the world of cultivation powerhouses.
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Ning Que was not a typical Tangs, but he had been in the army since childhood. Although he was no longer a small soldier in the border town, he still retained a lot of the aura in this aspect. What he hated most in his life was the bastards who did not help their comrades and robbed military merits. In the Dongsheng Stockaded Village, he knew that the cavalrymen of Divine Hall had robbed the military merits of the Blue Water Battalion. After entering the Wilderness and experiencing the bloody battle, he did not have the slightest good impression of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall. Since they were Mr. Thirteen, it was inevitable that he would have a thirteenth temperament. Therefore, even though he knew what answer the Priest of the Revelation Department wanted to hear, he still did not follow the other party's instructions.
The Priest of the Revelation Department fell into silence.
As an important figure in the Divine Hall, he naturally should protect the people in the Divine Hall. However, in recent years, the Judicial Department had two famous people, the Tao Addict and Long Qing, and its strength had rapidly expanded. In addition, the Light Department had to keep a low profile because of the secret matter, so the Judicial Department was extremely arrogant from top to bottom. As the Priest of the Revelation Department, he had long been dissatisfied. Today, Ning Que dared to guarantee the Academy's reputation as the Divine Hall, so he took advantage of the situation to protect the Divine Hall's bright and fair reputation. He was not afraid of being criticized for damaging the dignity of the Divine Hall, nor did he care about being blamed by the Tao Addict and other people.
With his mind set, he looked at Ning Que and said with a smile, "Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, received 40 sticks and reported to the Great Divine Priest of the Judicial Department to remove all of his positions. The cavalrymen will return to the Peach Mountain and be punished with hard labor for half a year. What do you think?"
This punishment did not include Quni Madi, the Flower Addict and the students of the Revelation Institute. But it was natural, even the Priest of the Revelation Department could not make any decision.
Ning Que knew that it was impossible to ask for more, so he nodded gently. Of course, he did not forget to praise the bright and righteous side of the Divine Hall. At this time, he was not reserved like a disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy.
General Shu Cheng gently stroked his beard and also agreed. So this matter came to a final conclusion. During the discussion, no one asked for Quni Madi's opinion.
Quni Madi, who was sitting next to the Revelation Department, had a gloomy face. Her dry hands holding the chair were trembling. Of course, she was not afraid of anything, but she was almost unable to suppress the anger in her heart.
Hearing 40 sticks, Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, instantly turned pale.
The stick was a special punishment instrument inside the Divine Hall. It was made of black pine wood and wrapped with fine steel thorns. It was said that countless years ago, the first Great Divine Priest of Judgment carried this stick for 20 years before he understood the meaning of Haotian. As a subordinate of the Judicial Department, he certainly knew this legend and how much pain this stick would bring to people.
In the past few years, he had followed Prince Long Qing to patrol around, arresting the remnants of the Devil's Doctrine and heretics. He had personally whipped those evildoers with the stick. He had seen the blood blooming on their backs and the vines entwined with tendons. He had never thought that such a thing would happen to him one day.
He was a master in the Seethrough Realm and had an important position in the Judicial Department. However, the hierarchy of the Divine Hall was strict. Since the Priest of the Revelation Department had made a decision, he did not dare to resist. He did not even dare to argue or protest. He could only clench his teeth tightly and obediently let the steward of the Divine Hall drag him out.
Cultivators in the Seethrough Realm were very powerful, but their bodies were no different from those of ordinary people. Soon after the heavy muffled sound outside the tent, Chen Bachi, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, finally could not help but let out a miserable howl. He wanted to clench his teeth and not cry out. He did not want to disgrace the Judicial Department. However, under the stick of the Judicial Department, even if he clenched his teeth, he could not resist the sharp pain.
Everyone in the tent couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines as they listened to the muffled thuds of the cane landing heavily on their backs. They listened to the miserable howls, and could even faintly hear the hissing sound of the thin steel wires hooking out of their flesh.
Listening to these voices, the girls of the Great River Kingdom pursed their lips tightly. Thinking of their Younger Brother who died under the meadow, they finally felt a little better after many days of depression. They could not help but look at Ning Que who was not far away, their eyes full of gratitude.
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