Li Guangdi was stunned. He looked at the two knives in his opponent's hands and did not know what to say. Zhang Nianzu said anxiously, "We are about to lose. What are you doing here?"
The woman finally understood and was scared. She said, "You are so young. What can you do to help?"
Zhang Nianzu waved the knife in his hand and said, "If you have a knife, you can cut people. I have seen many duels in Chang 'an and blood. I know how to cut people."
Li Guangdi hesitated and looked back at his mother. He did not have a father since he was a child and was very filial to his mother. Even when his mother gave birth to a younger sister, he did not change his attitude towards his mother.
Zhang Nianzu was a little angry and said, "Country people are really cowards."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
Li Guangdi stopped him and took out a steel fork from the corner of the woodshed. He walked out and said, "When I was shooting at the melon fields, you didn't even dare to kill watermelons."
Zhang Nianzu looked at him and said happily, "Li Si, I was right about you."
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The wind and snow were furious and it was extremely cold. The street was covered with thick snow.
Chang 'an had been frozen. The Vermilion Bird Avenue was as quiet as the bottom of a snow lake. There was no sound except for a few coughs deep in the snow.
Eldest Brother was coughing on the other side of the wind and snow.
When Ning Que failed to attack the city and was about to be killed by the Abbey Dean, he could not wait anymore. So he came to the wind and snow with Third Sister Yu Lian.
Ning Que had not been able to isolate the Abbey Dean from Haotian's world with Chang 'an. This was definitely not the opportunity that Yu Lian had been waiting for. So they failed again.
The Abbey Dean walked to Ning Que on the other side of the street. His injuries were more serious and he began to cough. But his footsteps were still steady. He stepped on the thick snow on the street and only left light footprints.
The shops on the side of the street were closed. The market place not far away was as quiet as a tomb.
Ning Que sat on the snowy street, covered with blood. The snow under him was dyed red. It was difficult for him to stand up.
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Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi hid in a house. They looked at the situation on the street through the crack of the door. The weather was too cold at this time. The snowflakes fell on their faces and bodies, as if they were frozen.
The two youths had been peeping for a while now, but they didn't do anything. It wasn't because they were frozen, but because they felt very lonely and afraid.
There was not a single person in the alley. The whole world was so quiet.
They had no helpers. They did not see the hooligans who usually ran amok in the streets, the wanderers who were usually envious of, the Yulin Royal Guards who were idolized by all the Tangs, and the cultivators from the Southern Gate Temple. They could only see each other's pale faces and nervous and fearful eyes.
They were brave, but after all, they were just ordinary teenagers. When they saw the Master of the Academy being defeated by the green-clothed monster, the fear that had been diluted by their hot blood once again occupied their bodies and minds.
"What should we do?"
Zhang Nianzu's voice was a little trembling. It sounded like he would cry the next moment. But he thought that it was his own suggestion and he didn't want to be looked down upon by the country kids, so he forced himself to hold it in.
Li Guangdi was relatively calm, but his pale face revealed his true feelings. He looked at the green-clothed Taoist walking on the snowy street like an immortal through the crack of the door. He said in a trembling voice, "I'll listen to you."
Zhang Nianzu wanted to swallow his saliva to calm down, but found that because he was too nervous and afraid, his lips and tongue were extremely dry. There was no saliva at all. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Shame was the most real source of courage, especially for the Tangs.
Zhang Nianzu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed randomly and said, "I'll go first."
Because there was snow in his mouth, and because his voice was a little muffled, Li Guangdi didn't hear it clearly.
The next moment, he suddenly saw Zhang Nianzu kick open the wooden door and run to the snowy street with a knife. Only then did he understand what had happened. He quickly grabbed the melon fork and followed.
When he arrived on the snowy street and saw the green-clothed monster, the courage that Zhang Nianzu had gained from the stimulation of the ice and snow suddenly disappeared. His arms were limp and powerless, and the kitchen knife and hatchet in his hands were dragged behind his body. His posture was very comical, but he still ran.
"Monster, give me your life!" He shouted.
Li Guangdi carried the melon fork and rushed behind him. His face was paler than the snow on the street. His arms kept shaking, and it seemed that the fork would fall to the ground at any time.
"F * ck you!" He shouted.
They didn't know who the green-clothed Taoist was, nor did they know who his mother was. But they knew that he was a monster that even the Master of the Academy couldn't defeat, so they knew that he was very scary.
They were afraid, but they still rushed over.
Because they had a breath in their chest and abdomen.
They probably didn't know what that breath was, because they had no strength. But they knew that if they didn't rush over, they would look down on themselves.
Chang 'an was silent in the wind and snow. The Abbey Dean was invincible.
At this moment, two teenagers from Sanyuanli rushed out with a kitchen knife and a hatchet, and a steel fork that was used to guard the melon fields.
Their voices were very shaky, and it sounded like they were crying.
They cried and rushed to the unimaginable enemy.
The scene looked funny.
But it was not funny.
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Chang 'an was quiet, but of course there were people.
In the streets under the morning snow, countless eyes were watching the movements on the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The Abbey Dean knew it very well. Walking in the snow, he could clearly feel the hostility behind the door cracks.
He didn't care, because although this war was happening in the human world, it had already gone beyond the scope of the human world. No ordinary people were qualified to participate in this war.
The fact that the Academy and the Tang imperial court didn't use any military power in today's war was proof.
So when he saw the two teenagers rushing to him with knives and forks in their hands, he was a little surprised.
The Abbey Dean's expression froze, and then he understood and calmed down like the snow melting.
He looked at the two teenagers and smiled.
It was not mockery, but pity. But there was no respect either, because that was the value of the secular world.
He was the spokesperson of Haotian.
He looked at the two youths as though he was looking at ants on the ground from a high and mighty Haotian.
The struggle of ants would not make Haotian feel too much, but only interesting.
There was another person on the snow street.
Ning Que, who was sitting in the blood snow, changed his expression slightly.
There was a subtle change in his expression.
It was not a small change.
It was a sudden change.
Looking at the two teenagers, he realized that there was such a thing as meaning in the world.
What he had done for Chang 'an was meaningful.
In other words, the city of Chang 'an and the people living in it were worth working hard for, such as the two pale-faced and staggering youths.
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