The commander of the West-Hill Divine Palace Divine Guards, Luo Kedi, was a tall middle-aged man. When he put on his armor, he looked like a mobile metal fortress. However, when he knelt in front of that screen of light, in front of that enormous figure, he was as humble as a dwarf, as if he was a thin and weak servant.
Because he was the most loyal servant of the Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
He was the guard dog of the Peach Mountain of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
"The divine hall needs power, more than ever before. Since the red fish has left, you'll be responsible for taking her back. If she no longer has any power, then I'll allow you to kill her for the dignity of the divine hall. Afterwards, you'll have to find some other kind of power."
The Hierarch Lord stood in the light and said calmly.
Luo Kedi kowtowed like a collapsing mountain.
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The Great Divine Priest of Revelation returned to his throne. He gently stroked the throne made of sunflower vines with his old palms and looked at the hundreds of deacons and officials of the Revelation Department kneeling on the ground of the Divine Hall. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as the cracks on the cliffs of Peach Mountain.
Cheng Lixue waved his hand to dismiss the people who came to greet the Great Divine Priest. Then he walked to the Great Divine Priest and said in a low voice, "It has happened after all."
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said, "This is not the big event that I have predicted."
Cheng Lixue was shocked and speechless. If the Tao Addict's betrayal of the Peach Mountain was not a big event, then what was the big event that the Great Divine Priest predicted would happen to the Judicial Department?
"That really big event has not happened yet."
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said tiredly, "All the fates in the world are predetermined by Haotian. The wheel of fate in the Buddhism Sect actually means the same thing. What should happen is destined to happen, but it will happen later."
Perhaps it was because of tiredness, or because of the continuous meetings with the Great Divine Priest of Judgment and the Hierarch Lord, the wrinkles around the Great Divine Priest of Revelation's eyes became more and more frightening.
Cheng Lixue looked at the wrinkles around the old man's eyes and felt worried. But he did not dare to ask directly. He asked tentatively, "Where is Ye Hongyu now?"
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said with a smile, "This kind of thing does not need to be predicted … Since the Tao Addict has left the West-Hill, she must have gone to Chang 'an."
Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly. He didn't understand why the Great Divine Priest was so sure.
"The Haotian Divine Light shines on the world. Where else can she live except in Chang 'an?"
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation sighed and then said with a smile, "Fortunately, Chang 'an is a good city. We can see and learn some interesting things."
Cheng Lixue listened to the Great Divine Priest's evaluation of Chang 'an City and suddenly thought of his experience at the side gate of the Academy. He frowned slightly and said, "That is indeed an interesting city. He Mingchi actually sensed Ning Que's Divine Skill earlier than me when Ning Que fought with Liu Yiqing at the side gate of the Academy."
He Mingchi was the disciple of Li Qingshan, the Nation Master of Tang.
At the side door of the Academy, Ning Que had slashed at Liu Yiqing with his blade and the Divine Light had shone brightly. The cultivators present could not understand it at all. Only Cheng Lixue and He Mingchi had reacted.
Cheng Lixue crashed through the wall of the carriage.
He Mingchi crushed the carriage wheel.
Cheng Lixue was the Grand Master of the Revelation Department of the West-Hill Divine Palace. It was not surprising that he could judge Ning Que's Divine Skill so quickly. How could He Mingchi do the same?
Recalling the scene at that time, Cheng Lixue frowned and said, "I can confirm that He Mingchi's state should be higher than mine. He is definitely not as weak as the rumors say."
"For hundreds of years, the greatest wish of the West-Hill Divine Palace has been to invite the South School of Haotian back. Other than the boring dignity and reputation, of course, it is also because the people in the South School are extraordinary. Since Younger Brother Qingshan is the Nation Master of Tang, how can his successor be as weak as the rumors say?"
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation said slowly, "I don't know how the Tao Addict's trip to Chang 'an will affect the relationship between the Divine Hall and the South School. After all, it is a matter for the future."
Cheng Lixue thought about what had happened in the Divine Hall and the attitudes of the Hierarch Lord and the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. He said bitterly, "I think it will be difficult for the Tao Addict to return to Peach Mountain."
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation shook his head and said, "She will come back eventually."
Cheng Lixue was puzzled and said, "Why are you so sure?"
The Great Divine Priest of Revelation sighed and said, "If she doesn't return to Peach Mountain, how can the destined event of the Judicial Department happen?"
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Summer came to West-Hill, and so did Chang 'an.
The early summer in Chang 'an was not unbearably hot. However, the sun in the sky was so hot that people began to feel annoyed. The bluestone slabs in the afternoon began to heat up.
The renovation of the Yanming Lake was still going on. In order to finish the project before the arrival of summer, the construction team greatly accelerated under the pressure of money and the Fish-dragon Gang.
From morning to night, the sound of knocking and grinding echoed in the house by the lake. Fortunately, the original residents had already moved away. Otherwise, they would be tortured by the noise as the weather got hotter. Who knew what kind of conflicts would occur.
As time went by, the project entered the final stage. Ning Que took the tactical array drawing carefully drawn by Seventh Sister and began to go deep into the construction.
After all, the money was in place. Mr. Qi of the Fish-dragon Gang was too famous. Therefore, although the construction workers thought that Ning Que's design was unreasonable, they did not make too much resistance.
The renovation of the house by the lake gradually took shape, and Seventh Sister's tactical array gradually took shape. Then it was hidden among the flowers and plants on the white walls.
The project was not finished. Ning Que and Sangsang still lived in the Old Brush Pen Shop. Knowing that they were going to move, the merchants on Lin 47th Street were relieved, but they could not help but feel a little sad. They thought that if this bigwig left, the men in black from the Fish-dragon Gang would definitely not volunteer to maintain the security here, and the government runners of the Chang 'an Local Government would definitely not come here several times a day.
Ning Que did not know what people were thinking. He was really busy these days. He had to study in the back of the mountain of the Academy, keep an eye on the renovation of the lakeside, and often go to the palace.
The purpose of entering the palace, of course, was to enter the small wooden building. He had to shoulder the safety of the whole Chang 'an City, and it was related to his plan. Therefore, he had to get familiar with the God-stunning Array as soon as possible.
Everyone praised his talent in Talisman Taoism, and Talisman Taoism was originally an interlinked skill. According to reason, he should be able to master the formation that his Master Yan Se left for him very soon. However, it was a pity that his talent seemed to be wasted too much on Talisman Taoism and various other skills, and he didn't leave much for the formation.
However, Ning Que had never been a person who gave up when faced with difficulties. Since he had to understand and master the big tactical array, these frustrations would not affect him at all. He took out the usual means of making up for his shortcomings with diligence and splitting books with a knife. As long as he had time, he would go to the palace to learn.
His Majesty greatly appreciated his attitude and allowed him to enter the palace at any time. When he walked out of the small building wearily, the Emperor would not let him go, but would take him to the imperial study.
After entering the palace for more than ten times, he became familiar with the leader of the Yulin Royal Guards, the bodyguards, the eunuchs and the palace maids, and even with the Empress who ground ink in the imperial study every day. However, he was still not very familiar with the big tactical array of Chang 'an City.
However, this did not mean that he did not gain some benefits from it.
Other than some benefits that could not be told to others, the biggest benefit he gained was the countless ancient trees by the Yanming Lake and the things that were continuously sent to the courtyard.
The purchase document and the land deed of the house by the Yanming Lake were written with Chao Xiaoshu's name. However, such a big movement could not be hidden from too many people.
Li Yu was the first to know about this, so she gave Ning Que a gift that was absolutely worthy of the identity of the Princess of the Tang Empire.
The numerous ancient trees that were transplanted by the Yanming Lake were all dug out from her own fiefdom. This was really a great deal, and it could not be bought even with money.
His Majesty and the Empress also knew that he was building a new house. The Empress chose a lot of antiques from the palace treasury as a reward, while His Majesty rewarded Ning Que with many calligraphy treasures.
This was the only thing that Ning Que was not satisfied with.
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Time gradually passed, and Chang 'an City changed from early summer to midsummer. The cicadas in the Academy became louder, and the heat in the city gradually rose. The renovation project by the Yanming Lake was officially completed. More than ten houses that used to be separated were opened up, and the old walls that were softened by the lake air were repainted. The narrow alley between the houses was transformed into a stone path in the garden. Flowers and plants were in full bloom, which was very quiet and beautiful.
The merchants on the Lin 47th Street plucked up their courage. Boss Wu and Aunt Wu, who sold the fake antique shop, took the lead and invited Ning Que and Sangsang to a farewell feast. Their time on the Lin 47th Street was finally over.
That night, Ning Que and Sangsang moved to the house by the Yanming Lake.
All the furniture had been bought by the brothers of the Fish-dragon Gang, so Sangsang did not have a headache about how to fill such a large yard.
Under the strong request of Mr. Qi, Ning Que kept the Old Brush Pen Shop. Anyway, Chao Xiaoshu had waived his rent for many years. However, the Old Brush Pen Shop would not sell calligraphy anymore.
Thinking about it, when the spring rain fell next year, there would be no young calligraphers in the shop called the Old Brush Pen Shop, and there would be no middle-aged people holding umbrellas outside the shop.
Accompanied by cicadas and unknown insects, Ning Que and Sangsang strolled on the stone path by the Yanming Lake. The beautiful houses behind them were their new homes.
Countless ancient trees by the lake made the stone path and the houses extremely quiet. The lake wind passed through them, and the temperature seemed to be a lot lower. Compared with the stuffy heat in the streets of Chang 'an, it was a completely different world.
Sangsang thought of the picture of Ning Que lying on the bamboo chair outside the back door in the summer two years ago, constantly soaking himself with well water and chatting with the neighbors. She could not help but feel that it was a lifetime ago.
"I never thought that we could live in such a big house."
When they lived in a cave in Min Mountain, they lived in a tree house, and they lived in a small courtyard in the City of Wei. They had imagined for many times what kind of big house they would live in when they were rich. Now when they strolled in their own big house by the lake, they realized how shabby their imagination was.
"It's good, isn't it?"
Ning Que asked.
Sangsang nodded and said, "It's better than very good."
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