The fire on the lake gradually died out, and the chill gradually rose.
Tang Xiaotang walked behind Ning Que and let go of Chen Pipi's hand. Suddenly, she knelt down with a thud, and two puffs of snow splashed from her knees. Then, she kowtowed heavily.
Chen Pipi was slightly shocked.
Tang Xiaotang said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Youngest Uncle, for cleaning up the Enlightenment Doctrine."
Ning Que did not move sideways to avoid it. He calmly accepted the big bow. He was very clear that the Devil's Doctrine, which had already withered in the world, respected and feared Youngest Uncle. However, the one they truly hated was Xiahou, the traitor. If he did not make Tang Xiaotang kneel, she would not be able to release the complex emotions in her heart.
Moreover, Lotus' consciousness fragment was in his sense of perception, so he was doing it on behalf of Lotus. But he looked at the quiet night sky of the lake and said, "There are many people by the lake. I'm afraid there will be some trouble if you kneel down."
Tang Xiaotang stood up, and Chen Pipi wiped the snow off her forehead. Looking at the red and swollen forehead, he could not help feeling distressed. Hearing Ning Que's words, he replied, "We are in Chang 'an, so there will be no trouble."
Today's battle with Xia Hou had not been disturbed as he had expected. Of course, Ning Que was very clear that it must be the Academy that played a role in it. Hearing Chen Pipi's words, he could not help but laugh, and his heart was suddenly filled with pride. This was Chang 'an, and they were disciples of the Academy, so there would be no trouble.
But what should he do next?
The hatred and killing intent that had accumulated for fifteen years were all released as Xiahou's body fell into the lake. Just like the mist that was spewing out from the boiling lake, an ordinary person would probably feel a little empty and perplexed after experiencing great joy and excitement. They would even be at a loss as to what to do.
If Ning Que was still the Ning Que in the City of Wei, he would probably fall into such a state of mind. After killing Xia Hou, it seemed that he had done all that he wanted to do in this life. There was nothing else to do, and he did not even know where to go. But now it was different. He had a home in Chang 'an, and it was inconvenient to return to the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street. He also had a large house by the Yanming Lake. Although it was already ruined, it was still livable. Besides, there was the Academy in the south of Chang 'an, and he could always find a hut in the back mountain.
"Let's go home first."
Holding each other's arms, they walked to the house on the north bank of the lake where the fire had long been extinguished. However, although they were not seriously injured today, they were extremely exhausted and had already reached the point of exhaustion. At this time, when they relaxed their minds, their legs were as heavy as lead, and they almost fell when they took a step.
Chen Pipi reacted quickly. He grabbed Ning Que's arm and scolded him angrily, "Sangsang has worked so hard tonight. Do you expect her to help you? Will it kill you to beg me? "
Ning Que said, "Don't be too nervous about me. No matter what, Xiahou is a visiting professor of Haotian Taoism. If this gets back to the West-Hill or the Zhishou Abbey, it won't be good for you."
"It's not like I want to be a fat Daoist."
Chen Pipi said impatiently. Then he grabbed his arm and carried him on his back, walking towards the lake shore. Tang Xiaotang supported Sangsang and followed behind.
From time to time, the sound of snow squeaking could be heard on the quiet lake.
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The morning light gradually came.
Tonight, many people surrounded the lake to watch. They looked at the two footprints on the lake, the people in front of the footprints, Ning Que who was carried by Chen Pipi and the little handmaiden who was supported by Chen Pipi. They had complicated feelings and always felt that what they saw was not real.
Ning Que, who was at the upper Seethrough State, killed the overbearing General Xiahou, a powerhouse at the Peak State of Martial Arts with the help of the little handmaiden. In many people's eyes, this was impossible. Even if Ning Que was a disciple of the Headmaster of Academy, this was still impossible, because … this was a fair and square battle.
It was not common but not rare for a cultivator at a higher state to die in the hands of an opponent at a lower state. This was because battles had always been unpredictable. Assassination, poison, and traps could sometimes play a decisive role. It was not the first time that a cultivator at the Seethrough State was killed by an ordinary assassin. However, this rarely happened in a fair and square battle, because it was a competition of absolute strength.
Especially for a Grand Cultivator who had entered the Knowing destiny State, it was impossible for a cultivator at a lower state to defeat him in a fair and square battle.
The Knowing destiny State was a big threshold in cultivation. Once you crossed this threshold, you would be far away from the mortal world.
In the records of the cultivation world, other than a powerful army that could use endless cavalry to coordinate with the terrain and exquisite tactics to kill a powerhouse at the Knowing destiny State, no one had ever succeeded in challenging a powerhouse at the Knowing destiny State. It was said that Ke Haoran had done it, but there was no audience for that battle. People only knew that the powerhouse at the Knowing destiny State was dead, and Mr. Ke, who was at the Seethrough State, continued to ride on the little black donkey.
This also meant that the battle between Ning Que and Xiahou at the winter lake was the first time in countless years that someone at the Knowing destiny State could kill a powerhouse at the Knowing destiny State. This would definitely be recorded in the West-Hill Scriptures.
In this battle, Ning Que had made a lot of preparations. It could even be said to be a trap. However, he was a Talisman Master, so no one had any doubts about his fighting style. The audience was only shocked by the means that the youngest disciple of the Academy had displayed in the battle.
Whether it was the storm of the talisman, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, or the mysterious thunder in the lotus field, Ning Que's skills had an effect that outsiders could not understand. They were so powerful. Although he was still in the Seethrough State, his skills had the power of the Knowing destiny State.
Finally, Sangsang shone brightly at the edge of the cliff, which made everyone fall silent.
Tonight, there were many spectators in Chang 'an who were more powerful than Ning Que, but they were still greatly shocked, especially Ye Hongyu who was standing on the wooden bridge on the west bank. She was the most shocked.
In today's world, among the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism, and the Devil, as well as the Academy, she had always been the strongest among the younger generation. No matter Prince Long Qing, Monk Guan Hai, or even Tang Xiaotang, none of them could overshadow her. However, after seeing Ning Que and Sangsang's performance tonight, she suddenly had some other ideas. So she closed her eyes and thought silently. Her eyelashes trembled in the night wind, as if she had understood something through this battle.
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On the snow-covered city wall, Ye Su looked in the direction of the Yanming Lake in the distance. After a long silence, he said, "The Academy is indeed powerful, and so is this guy."
After watching the battle for a night, Ye Su's opinion of Ning Que kept changing as he watched the thunder, the snow, and the iron arrows, iron lotuses, iron spears, and iron knives colliding with each other continuously.
In the beginning, Ning Que was just an ordinary person in his eyes. Then, he became not bad, and finally, he became very good. However, when Ning Que finally succeeded in killing Xia Hou, he realized that his opinion was not accurate enough. He did not even want to hide his admiration and appreciation for Ning Que.
Of course, Ning Que was no match for him, the successor of the Zhishou Abbey. However, he was so young, and yet he managed to kill Xia Hou in such an impossible situation. If he studied in the Academy for a few more years and received a few more lessons from the Headmaster of the Academy, who could predict how high Ning Que would climb in the future?
Would there really be another Mr. Ke in the world?
Xia Hou's death did not affect Ye Su's mood at all. Even if there was another Ke Haoran in the Academy, it would just be another worthy opponent for him. Instead, it would make him feel gratified. Most importantly, he did not think that Ning Que would become a second Mr. Ke.
He turned to look at Eldest Brother and said, "Until now, are you still not sure?"
Eldest Brother asked, "The West-Hill Divine Palace said that it was a presumptuous judgment. Why do you insist on it?"
"I have said that I believe that the Divine Priest of Light may have made a wrong judgment, but he would never make a presumptuous judgment. Back then, the Headmaster might have judged that the Son of Lin Guangyuan could not be the Son of Yama. That was why he thought that the Divine Priest of Light had made a big mistake. That was why the Divine Hall apologized to the Tang Empire. However, if the Divine Priest of Light was right, and the Son of Yama was awakened in the General's Mansion, then who could it be if not the Son of Lin Guangyuan? "
Ye Su looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You know very well who it is."
Eldest Brother said, "Without evidence, there is no reason."
Ye Su said, "Everyone is dead, but Ning Que is still alive. This is the evidence."
Eldest Brother did not speak.
Ye Su's words were simple and seemed unreasonable, but they could not be refuted.
To be able to survive under any circumstances, even when death seemed inevitable, if he was not the Son of God who was protected by Haotian, then he could only be the hero of the story.
The black line had descended on the human world for 15 years, and the story had begun for 15 years. No one knew that the hero of the story was the Son of Yama.
Ye Su believed that Ning Que was the Son of Yama.
The morning light appeared in the distance in the east, and it was quiet on the city wall.
After an unknown period of time, the Eldest Brother said, "Teacher once said that if we can't be sure of the existence above the sky, then we should maintain spiritual reverence or vigilance. However, we should not pay any attention to it in our lives in the real world. This is the way to get along."
Then he looked at Ye Su and said, "I am not sure if Ning Que is the Son of Yama. I believe that he is not, but I am very sure that he is the Youngest Brother of the Academy."
Ye Su quietly thought about the Headmaster's words.
After a while, he looked at the Winter Forest by the Yanming Lake and said indifferently, "Without evidence and without Heaven's decree, even if Haotian Taoism has doubts, they will not do anything to Ning Que. I think the mute needs to hear these words, but I am very doubtful that he, who can no longer speak, can hear these words."
The mute was not really mute, so naturally, he would not be really deaf. The so-called "can hear" referred to whether he wanted to hear and whether he was willing to believe the Academy's words.
Eldest Brother looked at the Winter Forest and thought of the Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect who was known for his perseverance. A faint look of worry appeared on his face. The Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect had obviously come to Chang 'an because of the rumor of the Son of Yama. Since he dared to reveal his whereabouts, he naturally would not be afraid of the Academy's pressure and harm Ning Que.
He really did not have any good way to deal with the mute monk, because as he often repeated but no one believed, Eldest Brother was really not good at fighting.
Ye Su looked at the quiet night forest and always felt that something was wrong. Because in the previous battle, the mute monk did not make a move, and he always felt that there was someone else in the forest.
However, in this world, who could avoid the eyes of him and Mr. First of the Academy?
At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew in the Winter Forest by the lake. Along with the wind, there was a large wave of sad cicadas that made people want to cry, but the cicadas sounded so happy.
Listening to the cicadas, Ye Su's face suddenly became extremely pale.
It was not fear, but solemnity. It was the emotion of meeting the most powerful enemy in his life.
There was only a very clear whistling sound.
The wooden sword on his back also whistled and suddenly unsheathed!
The sword was like a ray of light, flying away from the city wall, piercing the last trace of darkness before dawn, and stabbing towards the Winter Forest.
Then, Ye Su jumped down from the city wall. In the morning wind, his robe fluttered slightly, and he followed the sword. His body movement was indescribably wonderful, like a thin piece of snow in the wind, and actually seemed to be no slower than the flying sword.
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(I haven't figured out the next volume yet, so I was afraid in advance. That's why it was very difficult to write today. I want to report to everyone, and I will draft the next volume in my mind before going to bed.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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