He entered the Initial Awareness State at the age of four, the Perception State at the age of six, the No Doubts State at the age of 11, and the Seethrough State at the age of 16. It took him ten years to reach the Seethrough State from the Lower Grade to the Upper Grade, and he won the title of being invincible below the Knowing Destiny State with consecutive victories. No matter how one looked at it, Wang Jinglue from the Xuan Mansion of Tang was a genius in cultivation.
But Wang Jinglue was very clear that if he did not meet with the young men and women who occasionally came out of the Unknown Place, his reputation as a young genius in cultivation would not be solid.
That was why he wanted others to say that he was a calm and experienced cultivator, and did not want others to praise him as a so-called young cultivation genius. He wanted to have the bearing and demeanor of a cultivator with a profound cultivation. That was why even though he was very young and healthy, and did not have any lung disease, he would cough from time to time.
But at this time, sitting in the spring rain awkwardly, he was really coughing. Because of fear and confusion, he was choked by the rain. His face was pale as he looked at the thin and tall Taoist who gradually appeared at the entrance of the alley. His body trembled more and more violently.
The thin and tall old man who walked out of the alley was wearing a dirty Daoist robe. His robe was stained with oil stains, and his triangular eyes flickered. Coupled with a few sparse long beards, he looked abnormally obscene. He did not look like an otherworldly master at all.
"I spent half a day drawing this talisman. What do you think?"
The thin and tall Taoist asked seriously as he looked at Wang Jinglue who was sitting in the alley through the layers of rain. At his feet, the fat middle-aged man from the Prince's Mansion had become a dead body. His clothes and even the skin under his clothes were cracked like paint flakes over the years. It looked extremely horrible.
Wang Jinglue smiled sadly and looked at the thin and tall Taoist. He said dejectedly, "There are only a dozen talisman masters in the Tang Empire. The one who is willing to wear the Taoist robe is naturally one of the four Divine Talisman Masters of the South School of Haotian Taoism."
"It needs a Divine Talisman Master like you to spend half a day to draw a talisman. With the street as the foundation and the rain as the ink, this talisman is naturally terrifying … I just don't understand why you don't directly kill me."
The Divine Talisman Master of the South School of Haotian frowned slightly. He waved his hand and drew a word in the air to drive away the annoying spring rain around him. He shook his head and said, "The monk of the Yuelun Kingdom, the swordsman of the South Jin Kingdom, the old man of the Military Ministry, these people are all dead. But you are different. I received orders not to let you fight because I wanted to protect you. "
"Wang Jinglue, you've already reached the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State at such a young age. It's really rare. I heard from the Academy that the Nation Master and the Emperor's younger brother have also commented on you. They think that you're very likely to touch the paper above the Five States after 40 years … It's not easy for the Tang Empire to produce a young genius, so you have to try your best to live for another 40 years!"
The expression on Wang Jinglue's face kept changing.
"Don't go back to the prince's mansion. Go to the frontlines and serve for three years to atone for your crimes."
After saying this, the Divine Talisman Master turned around and walked into the dark alley, murmuring, "Old Chao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion is not a kitten or a puppy. If he was so easy to kill, wouldn't I have killed him ten years ago?"
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With a slight shake of his sleeve, the thin cyan-steel sword that had fallen into the rain buzzed and flew back to Chao Xiaoshu's hand.
He looked back at Ning Que, who was standing behind him, and confirmed that the lad was not seriously injured except for some small wounds. He nodded and put the sword back into the sheath, leaving the horse carriage and walking to the front of the alley.
When he reached the intersection of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, Chao Xiaoshu stopped and looked at the place behind the curtain of rain. Ning Que raised his arm to wipe off the rain on his forehead and followed his gaze. After a long silence, he asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?"
"Yes." Chao Xiaoshu pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "A person named Wang Jinglue, but it seems that he won't come."
Ning Que frowned and transferred the podao from his right hand to his left hand. He asked, "Why?"
Chao Xiaoshu looked back at the black mask on Ning Que's face and said with a smile, "It's not easy for the Tang Empire to produce a cultivation genius. Maybe some people don't want to see him die in our hands."
"I'm not as confident as you are." Ning Que recalled the continuous battles tonight and those powerful cultivators. He thought that if it weren't for Chao Xiaoshu, he would have died long ago. He sighed and said, "If it's because of that trump card of yours, why didn't he act earlier? Why did he insist on you fighting to the death?"
"I've explained to you on Lin 47th Street that once that trump card is revealed, no one in Chang 'an will dare to act. Then, there's no way to know how many trump cards those nobles have in their hands and what their intentions are."
Chao Xiaoshu suddenly said, "Accompany me for a walk?"
Ning Que raised his right arm and wiped off the rain and blood on the blade with his sleeve. He put the blade back into the sheath on his back and nodded.
The rain was lighter than before, falling on the streets around the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Chao Xiaoshu's hand left the hilt of his sword and put it behind his back. He walked on the quiet street, his indigo robe still straight and his face still calm. Other than that, there seemed to be no change.
Ning Que followed behind him, tearing off a corner of his robe to bandage the wound on his left arm. Though the wounds were shallow and thin, he was used to saving every drop of blood and strength since he came out of Min Mountain.
The two of them walked around the Spring Breeze Pavilion in the rainy alley and wet street, like a pair of lion and tiger brothers who had just gone through a bloody battle and began to patrol their territory.
Walking back to the front door of the Chao mansion, Chao Xiaoshu's face showed faint exhaustion. He rubbed between his eyebrows, lifted the lapel of his indigo robe and sat on the wet stone steps.
Several remaining soldiers of the Tang army shouted and rushed toward him.
Ning Que pulled out the podao on his back and chopped it in front of him. Every flash of the podao would cut down an opponent. The soldiers of the Tang army who rushed to the front of the stone steps fell one by one like trees. At the same time, he kept murmuring, "Wandering in Jianghu, how can you not be stabbed? I'll chop you to death with one stroke, I'll chop you to death with two strokes …"
Sitting on the wet stone steps, Chao Xiaoshu wearily supported his body with the sheath of his sword. Looking at the scene in front of him, the light in his eyes became more and more intense. He had long noticed that Ning Que's bladesmanship had the shadow of the military bladesmanship, but the exquisite choice of timing and position could only be comprehended in a life and death situation.
Ning Que's bladesmanship was steady and even simple, but occasionally it was strange and erratic like raindrops. It always followed a principle, that was, to use the blade the most effortless, and the place where the blade fell must be the weakest part of the opponent.
"This is the real bladesmanship for killing."
Looking at the flashes of the podao, Chao Xiaoshu recalled the scenes of the battle. Ning Que had shown a strong will and excellent judgment, and then thought of his real age. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's a pity that this little guy can't cultivate. Otherwise, he would occupy a very important position in the future of the Tang Empire."
Looking at the corpses in front of the mansion like rotten wood soaked in the rain, and looking at the lad panting with the podao on his shoulder, Chao Xiaoshu smiled and said, "Can't killing be a little poetic? When you kill, it's more like you're hoeing the field. "
Ning Que turned around, the podao on his shoulder bringing up a streak of blood. He looked at the middle-aged man on the stone steps and pointed at the night rain falling from the sky, panting and saying, "It's always wet. As for hoeing the field … it's not as tiring as chopping people."
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