A winter tree was slanting in a secluded alley. Ning Que, who had a feeling in his heart, suddenly entered an inexplicable state. He stood silently in the shadow of the winter tree, closed his eyes, and did not move for a long time.
The aura of Heaven and Earth in the alley, the winter tree, bluestone, and the remaining snow shrouded his body silently. The passage in his body that ran through the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow became more and more magnificent, and the invisible but substantial Great Spirit slowly flowed in it.
When the Great Spirit dispersed to every part of his body, the aura in the passage became relatively thin, and then it was gradually filled up by the vitality that poured into his body from heaven and earth. This process was like constantly eating delicious food, but he did not have to worry about bloating.
It was a wonderful feeling. When the Great Spirit in the passageway flowed through the smallest part of his body, the feeling became more and more wonderful. It was like spring water washing his spirit and body, moistening every muscle and every bone, bringing him a sense of warmth, satiety, and freshness.
The changes in his body caused some changes on the outside. The thick coat on Ning Que's body seemed to be full of rainwater and stuck tightly to his body. The extremely peaceful aura seemed to have some kind of attraction that not only attracted the aura of Heaven and Earth in the alley, but also attracted the things in the real world.
There was no wind in the alley, but the shadow of the winter tree trembled slightly. That was because the withered leaves hanging on the branches were drifting towards his body, pulling the thin branches straight. There wasn't much dust on the stone slabs in the alley, but at this moment, it floated up and gradually gathered at his feet.
After an unknown period of time, Ning Que slowly opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared and returned to normal. The shadow of the tree under his feet no longer trembled, and the branches of the winter tree, which were as taut as bowstrings, slowly retracted. Only the dust around his shoes was still accumulating, as if his feet were deep in the thick dust.
Ning Que looked at the dust around his feet in silence. He knew that his state of cultivation and strength had been improved a moment ago. However, this improvement was not due to the original cultivation method, but the Great Spirit in his body had become more condensed and stronger.
After leaving the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, he had not cultivated the Great Spirit. Although it was a legacy left to him by Youngest Uncle, he subconsciously did not want to think about it due to his fear of Haotian's radiance.
Until today, when he heard the news of his teacher's death, he vaguely guessed the filth behind those bloody stories. Looking at the cornice of the General's Mansion and thinking about Xiahou's happy life after he retired, he felt a lot of bitterness and unwillingness in his heart. He felt a lot of dissatisfaction towards this world. All kinds of emotions gathered in one place and turned into boiling ashes until he lost control of his mind. The proud and powerful Great Spirit in his body began to awaken.
"If I become even more demonized, will I walk further and further away from this world?"
Ning Que looked at the lonely trees around him in the winter and the dim sky that was cut by the thin branches. He sighed. His expression was still calm, but his spiritual world was a little unstable because of the awakening of the Great Spirit in his body.
The Great Spirit slowly flowed in his body. It seemed to be unstoppable like a big river, but in fact, it seemed to often encounter some obstacles. It was difficult to move forward in those routes that were similar to the veins of leaves. The pain and extreme discomfort brought by this kind of stagnation made him frown slightly and look a little pale.
After all, it was a problem of the state of mind. Back then, Youngest Uncle traveled the world with a sword. There was no road that was impossible in front of him, and there was no enemy in front of him. He was wild and proud, so he was strong. Only then could he cultivate the Great Spirit in his chest and abdomen and do the Great Spirit in the world. However, Ning Que's state of mind was depressed and bitter. He was unwilling to be silent. He could not even indulge himself, so how could he bear the unparalleled aura of the Great Spirit?
The general who lived in the General's Mansion would soon give up all the military power in his hands, resign and retire. In the eyes of everyone in the world, he had already paid a very painful price for what he had done over the years. He had suffered enough pain and made a sufficient explanation to the Academy and the Divine Hall, and had made a big concession.
But Ning Que did not think so.
Ning Que did not want Xia Hou to retire peacefully, just like some people on the oil note left by Zhuo Er. As time passed, no one cared about what they had done in the past. They were forgotten in a corner of the mortal world, and were left to retire peacefully and happily.
This was his unwillingness.
It was precisely because he had this unwillingness and made his intentions clear that the Great Spirit in his body had been awakened and that his realm had improved. However, it was also because this unwillingness had always been in his spiritual world that the Great Spirit could not circulate smoothly. There was always some hindrance and jerkiness.
He looked at the eaves of the General's Mansion in the distance and the remaining snow on the eaves. He smelled the smell of chopped green onions coming from the houses on both sides of the street and fell silent. The depression in his heart could be released and the sorrow could be eliminated. He only needed to erase the unwillingness in his spiritual world. But how could he erase this unwillingness?
In order to erase this unwillingness, he had to kill Xia Hou. However … Eldest Brother had made it clear that as long as Xia Hou was willing to retire, the Academy, which promised not to interfere in the imperial court's affairs, would keep silent. Under the premise of the premise that there was no evidence, the Tang Empire, which believed in the law first, would not punish Xia Hou.
Therefore, the only way left for Ning Que was to challenge Xia Hou to a duel.
Eldest Brother had said that Ning Que could defeat Xia Hou after five years. However … five years was really too long. What if Xia Hou was really old? What if he was sick? What if he had died of old age or illness before Ning Que defeated him? He would practice hard in the mountains to seek revenge. When he came out of the mountains, his enemies would either be old or dead. Time would carry out the punishment on his behalf. But wouldn't that be the most frustrating thing in the world?
Ning Que knew that there was something wrong with his emotions at this time. It would not help his cultivation at all. Instead, it would be a great obstacle. If he allowed this unwillingness and sorrow to develop, he was afraid that his entire spirit would be possessed by the Devil.
He understood that he had to do something at this time to temporarily dispel the demonic will in his mind. He knew that his current strength was still weak and did not have any qualification to challenge Xia Hou. However, whether it was the Great Spirit that was moving forward with difficulty in his meridians or the sadness and bitterness, they were all urging him to do something.
He stood silently under the winter tree in the alley for a long time. Looking at the lackluster scenery of Tuyang City and smelling the fragrance of meat wafting from every house, he thought of the letters that Darkie had written years ago. Then, he started to walk towards the north of the city.
As he lifted his foot, there was a soft puff under his foot. The thick dust that had accumulated around his shoes dispersed and floated into the air. Then, it landed quietly on the wall under the tree.
The accumulated dust dispersed, revealing a clean bluestone slab.
There were two footprints about two fingers deep on the bluestone slab. The edges were neat and smooth, as if they had been carved by a knife.
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Ning Que walked in the cold wind of Tuyang City. He could clearly feel that his strength had obviously changed from before. His senses were also much sharper than before. The rhythm of his body when he walked was very clear. The strength of the earth that was reflected by the soles of his shoes was like a drum beat. The skin on the back of his hands that was exposed outside his sleeves could even feel the slightest trace of the flow of the wind.
The transformation of his body by the Great Spirit had produced results in a very short period of time. This indescribably powerful feeling made him have a strong desire to prove his strength. At the same time, the thoughts and unwillingness that he had under the tree shadow had also become some kind of irresistible impulse.
The strong impulse to destroy everything clashed with the sense of responsibility of a disciple of the back of the mountain of the Academy. This made him unable to decide whether he should do it or not. It was not until he walked to the front of the mansion in the north of the city that the clear and steady rhythm of his footsteps finally made him calm down and understand what he should do.
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In the depths of the Winter Garden of the General's Mansion.
Mo Shanshan looked at Eldest Brother behind the desk and said softly, "There is something wrong with Ning Que's mood today."
Eldest Brother put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the girl with a gentle smile. He comforted her and said, "What are you worried about?"
Mo Shanshan said after a moment of silence, "I feel that he seems to want to do something."
Eldest Brother said, "Do what he wants to do."
Mo Shanshan looked at Eldest Brother and asked, "Senior Brother, aren't you worried about something?"
Eldest Brother said with emotion, "Most of the disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy over these years are idiots like me who only know how to cultivate or specialize in one thing. Only Youngest Brother has struggled in the world since he was a child. So in some aspects, he is the strongest person in the Academy. He has his own judgment about things like danger, and I believe in his judgment."
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Even if this matter will bring trouble to the Academy?"
Eldest Brother said seriously after a moment of silence, "The Academy is not as powerful as Youngest Brother thinks. But I think Youngest Brother always has his reasons for doing things. And I also believe in his judgment about things like opportunities."
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In the side alley of the mansion in the north of Tuyang City.
Ning Que looked at the tall gray wall of the mansion and decided to go in and have a look no matter what.
As Eldest Brother said, he was a person who was very alert to danger. He also had a very clear judgment about things like opportunities and would rarely miss them.
Killing someone in Tuyang City was equivalent to killing someone in front of Xia Hou. It sounded a little strange.
But today was his best chance.
Because Xia Hou had decided to retire today, so he became old. An old lion would always be negligent in patrolling his own territory. His anger after this would be easier to resolve.
Ning Que walked under the gray wall of the mansion.
He bent his knees slightly.
The powerful Great Spirit in his body instantly poured into his legs.
A muffled sound was heard between his shoes and the ground, and invisible airflow splashed out.
He was like a big bird, easily leaping up two feet and flipping over the high wall of the mansion.
The place where he landed was a gradually withered flowerbed.
In front of the flowerbed was a courtyard.
There was a pine chair in the courtyard, and a person was sitting on it.
It was Xia Hou's most trusted military counselor, Gu Xi.
Gu Xi looked at Ning Que in the flowerbed and said with emotion, "I have been hesitating whether to kill you or not, and here you are."
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(The next chapter is to strive for before twelve o 'clock. I am a little tired today, but I have been working hard.) (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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