Ning Que's movement of taking the iron bow was very natural, and so was his movement of nocking the arrow. His expression was very calm, as if he was eating with chopsticks. However, when he pulled the iron bow and aimed the dark and cold arrowhead at the yellow-robed old monk by the stone table under the green tree, the quiet mountain stream was suddenly enveloped by a piercingly cold killing intent.
Looking at this scene, the yellow-garbed old monk's wrinkled face turned pale. It was not from fear, but from extreme anger and confusion. Even his monk robes began to tremble.
The old monk naturally knew of Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows that shocked the cultivation world. The once powerful and perfect Prince Long Qing had been shot by Ning Que with one arrow.
As a senior monk living in seclusion in the Lanke Temple, the old monk had never thought that his attempt to stop Ning Que from maintaining the rules of the Wa Mountain would result in such a strong murderous aura from Ning Que.
What made the old monk even angrier and more confused was that Ning Que's calm expression as he nocked the arrow. If he really tried to stop Ning Que, he was afraid that Ning Que would really shoot at him! How dare he do this!
The cultivators were respectfully watching the black horse carriage leave and naturally saw this scene. Like the yellow-garbed old monk, they were shocked speechless. They did not understand why Ning Que would do this.
Those who paid a visit to Master Qishan had to follow the rules of the Lanke Temple. There had been no exceptions for decades, even for the Divine Lord Lotus. Even if you were a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy and felt that accepting such a test would damage the reputation of the Academy, it was fine if you wanted to force your way through. But why did you have to kill?
Some of the older cultivators suddenly thought of some old events in the cultivation world. They thought of Mr. Ke who had caused countless bloodshed in the world, and then remembered that Ning Que was like Mr. Ke back then. They were both disciples of the Academy who had entered the human realm. They could not help but feel terrified and did not dare to look at the black horse carriage again.
The sharp iron arrowhead glowed with a faint cold light, but it didn't shake at all, as if all the light was contained in the arrowhead. This could only mean that the iron arrow didn't even tremble in the slightest, that the hand holding the arrowhead was terrifyingly steady, and that the person preparing to shoot the arrow was extremely indifferent.
The yellow-clothed old monk looked at the iron arrow and knew that his blood would splatter in the next moment. This was because he was already old, and the arrow was too close. There was no way for him to avoid it. A hint of fear flashed across his aged face, and then it turned into anger, and then into pain. This was the pain of many years, and then it all turned into calmness and resolution.
"He is indeed the one who entered the human realm from the Academy."
The yellow-clothed old monk looked at Ning Que and said indifferently, "You are indeed like Ke Haoran. However, I still have to abide by the rules because this world needs rules. People like you and Ke Haoran who don't want to abide by the rules can kill me, but they can't intimidate me."
"I don't know what painful memories Youngest Uncle left for you back then, but as a disciple of the Academy, I have to say that Youngest Uncle has never been a cold-blooded person."
Ning Que looked at the yellow-clothed old monk and said, "It's just that when people who don't abide by the rules meet people like you who uphold the rules, someone has to give way. For example, right now, I just need you to give way."
The yellow-clothed old monk said coldly, "Why is it always us who abide by the rules who give way?"
Ning Que said, "Before answering this question, I think we have to first understand why you set these rules for others to abide by, and why others must abide by the rules you set. In fact, you know very well that rules are only made by the strong to restrict or exploit the weak. What I admire most about Youngest Uncle is that he became a strong person who can ignore any rules, but he never thought of setting rules for others."
The yellow-clothed old monk suddenly laughed and looked at Ning Que. He said sternly, "How can there be anyone in the world who can ignore any rules? Ke Haoran was finally punished by heaven, and that is a warning to you now! "
Hearing this, Ning Que's expression did not change, but he slowly raised his eyebrows.
The disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy naturally respected the Headmaster the most, but their idol would always be the Youngest Uncle who rode a little black donkey and carried a sword everywhere, but died young.
If they heard someone disrespecting the Headmaster of the Academy, the disciples in the back of the mountain might even smile and not care. That was because the Headmaster of the Academy was a very interesting elder who could be teased. Moreover, the Headmaster of the Academy was still alive and well. If he was really angry, he could destroy that sect or small country himself.
But if they heard someone disrespecting the Youngest Uncle, the disciples of the back of the mountain might really fight them to the death, because the black donkey was dead, and the Youngest Uncle was also gone. He could no longer use his sword to speak for himself.
Ning Que was the person who dared to kill the most in the world, but because of Sangsang's illness, he had been silent ever since he came to the Wa Mountain. He did not want to kill people at will, which would affect Sangsang's treatment.
At this moment, he did not want to endure anymore. The bowstring gradually tightened between his fingers, making a slight squeaking sound, which meant that if this arrow was shot, someone would definitely die.
"I didn't sense anyone warning me from the dark."
He looked at the yellow-garbed old monk and said, "But I am clearly warning you now that my horse carriage will go on the bridge and across the stream in a moment. If you try to stop me, I will kill you."
If he wanted to kill, he would kill. If he wanted to kill, he would kill.
On the field by the stream, everyone looked at Ning Que's calm expression, and no one doubted his determination and ability.
Cheng Ziqing, the powerhouse from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, who had been silent, could not help but sigh in his heart when he saw the tense atmosphere. He took two steps forward, wanting to stop Ning Que.
But he only took one step and stopped. Because he was shocked to find that even he could not break Ning Que's indomitable arrow momentum at this time.
The black horse carriage slowly moved towards the bridge.
The yellow-garbed old monk slowly stood up, his expression calm and determined, ready to die.
Who could stop this?
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At this moment, a crisp sound of a copper bell suddenly rang on the mountain path.
The bell was crisp but not cold, and there was a gentle and compassionate aura hidden within it.
Several kingfishers heard the bell and flew out of the bamboo. They landed on the mountain path and hopped towards the source of the bell, looking like devout believers worshipping the mountain.
An old voice rang out. The voice was extremely sharp and full of resentment. It should have come from the mouth of an old woman. It disharmoniously broke the Buddhist realm between the mountains. The leaping kingfishers on the mountain path stopped in bewilderment.
"Ning Que, you are still so cold-blooded and domineering. Is this how the Tangs do things? But don't forget, this is the Lanke Temple. Do you really think that no one in the cultivation world dares to resist the tyranny of the Academy?"
After a while, another deep voice came from below the mountain path. The voice sounded like the bell of the ancient temple, and also like the singing of Buddha. The disappointed kingfishers on the mountain path began to jump with joy again.
"This is a quiet place for Buddhism. Even if you are from the Academy, how can you say that you will kill people?
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