The Drunkard didn't accept Ning Que's invitation and said, "I don't want to go in today."
Ning Que raised his voice and said, "You still don't dare to go in?"
The Drunkard's expression gradually changed. His hair, which was a mixture of white snow and black soil, was blown by the wind. He said, "For countless years, I have only been accompanied by wine and meat, and I especially like wine. Only when I am drunk can I relieve my worries. Wine can make people angry, but it can also make people feel relieved. I chose the latter, but it doesn't mean I can't choose the former."
Ning Que stared into his eyes and continued, "But you still don't dare to go in."
The Drunkard said, "You can come out."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'm timid."
The Drunkard said, "You dare to attack the Abbey Dean on the snowy street. How can you be timid?"
Ning Que said, "I don't dare to go out of the city, which means I'm timid. What about you? Do you dare to go in? "
The Drunkard said, "This kind of talk is really boring."
Ning Que said, "Come in if you dare, come out if you dare, come up if you dare, come down if you dare. This is something that only kids do when they quarrel. It's boring and even shameful. As a junior, I can be shameful, but can you be shameful as well? Let's be straightforward and come in. "
This conversation was actually about different things. It looked a little funny and even cute, but who knew how many frost blades and snow swords were hidden in it? It was bone-chilling.
Ning Que's words kept moving forward.
What he wanted to do was to invite the Drunkard into Chang 'an. Whether he accepted or not, the Academy would find the opportunity they wanted in this sudden and dangerous meeting.
This was the Academy's plan.
The Drunkard only used one method to break the Academy's plan.
He raised the flagon and started drinking. His mouth was used for drinking, so he couldn't talk.
Not talking didn't mean he refused or accepted.
It was quiet in front of the southern city gate. Only the sound of the wine pouring into the Drunkard's stomach could be heard. It sounded like a waterfall falling into a pond, or a gurgling stream, and finally like a river that was about to overflow.
As mentioned before, the Headmaster was not in the human world. So no one could make the Drunkard talk, or hold his hand and invite him into the city or home.
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The Drunkard put down the flagon.
Ning Que looked at the wine stain on the front of his robe and suddenly smiled.
His smile was a little helpless, a little self-mocking, and a little gloomy.
The Drunkard was a Grand Cultivator who had survived the Everlasting Night. He was a senior who even the Headmaster of Academy once asked about Taoism. Even though he had the support of Chang 'an City, it was still impossible for him to disturb the Drunkard's state of mind with simple words.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He looked at the Drunkard and said, "If so, please leave the carriage here. I will send someone to pick it up later."
The Drunkard looked at him and said with a smile, "How can I leave without returning it to you personally?"
With that, the situation in front of the city gate was suddenly reversed. Previously, Chang 'an had taken the initiative. Now, it was the Drunkard who challenged Chang' an.
With Ning Que's state, it should have been difficult for him to deal with it. However, he was a man who had experienced life and death and seen different worlds. His state of mind was firmer and more fearless than anyone could imagine.
"I'm a coward, an idiot, a peeping tom, I molested little girls, I'm cruel, cold, and timid. I'm just a pile of scum. Even a broom can't make me into a pile."
Ning Que looked at the Drunkard and said seriously, "I'm shameless. No matter what, I won't step out of Chang 'an City today. I won't come out even if you bring my wife back to life and tell me that you want to kill her."
If one could maintain an indifferent attitude towards many things, emotions, and dignity, including oneself, then one would naturally be fearless. There was another saying about this attitude.
Without love, there would be no fear. Without desire, there would be no demands.
The Drunkard understood what he meant. He knew that no matter what he did or how many people he killed, he could never force Ning Que out of Chang 'an City. Therefore, he gave up trying.
This time, he left the small town where he lived in seclusion and came to Chang 'an. Other than being entrusted by someone, he also wanted to see the Academy after the Headmaster of Academy left. He wanted to see what kind of person Ning Que was.
He was not disappointed. The Headmaster of Academy's choice of students was indeed not disappointing. Therefore, he was a little disappointed. Because the world seemed to be walking on the same track as before.
Because he was a little disappointed, he sighed and patted the horse carriage beside him.
His action was very casual. His palm fell softly without any additional force.
The horse carriage suddenly became shorter. That was because the wheels made of stainless steel all sank into the hard ground. Then, under the terrifying counterforce, the carriage suddenly jumped up into the air.
This horse carriage was a relic of Master Yan Se. It was made of stainless steel and was extremely heavy. If the talisman array was not turned on like this, it would break into pieces. Such a heavy carriage was patted into the air by the Drunkard, as if he was patting a ball.
The Drunkard waved his sleeves.
The spring wind was slightly chaotic.
The heavy steel carriage, like a giant stone thrown by a catapult, roared toward the city gate!
Ning Que held the array eye pestle tightly.
Countless vigorous Qi of Heaven and Earth gushed out from the city gate and poured into his body through the array eye pestle. It instantly filled up his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, providing him with endless Psyche Power and strength.
"Bang!"
He pulled out his cutlass and cut the spring wind.
The iron cutlass chopped on the carriage.
The black carriage suddenly stopped and hung in the spring wind in front of the city gate.
The first spring thunder of this year exploded in front of the Southern City of Chang 'an.
Several light cyan airflows spread out from the point where the iron cutlass and the carriage touched.
In a flash, the cyan airflows expanded to a radius of dozens of feet, looking like several light shields.
Ning Que and the black carriage were right in the center of the cyan light shield.
The cyan light shield only lasted for a very short time and then broke with a slight sound.
Countless fragments of the Qi of Heaven and Earth sprayed around. The trees outside the city gate were broken before they could sprout green buds. The gravel on the state highway shot away like arrows.
The city wall had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain, and its surface had traces of weathering. After such a terrible shock, countless green bricks peeled off and fell down like a rainstorm. The wind stopped and the dust settled.
The green bricks on the city wall became more mottled, but no obvious damage could be seen. On the contrary, the green bricks that were cut off by the aura were extremely smooth, as if they were new bricks.
After all, it was impossible to shake Chang 'an City.
"Interesting." The Drunkard looked at the city wall and said.
Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "But you are not interesting. You know, there are many things that I haven't done for thousands of years, but it doesn't mean that I can't do them."
Ning Que put away his cutlass. The black carriage finally fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
He looked at the Drunkard and said, "I was just kidding. Did you take it seriously?"
He was smiling when he said this, although he was annoyed at the moment.
Because he had to smile. Sometimes, only a smile could prove his strength.
Then he started coughing and took half a step back inadvertently. He turned his body slightly and held the hilt and the array eye pestle tightly. One of his hands was as cold as ice, and the other was as hot as flowing lava.
"I said you are not interesting because you can't do it."
The Drunkard looked at him and said, "No one can do it after your Headmaster left."
Ning Que knew that he couldn't do it because he couldn't leave Chang 'an. But his Headmaster could take the Eldest Brother to travel around many countries in an ox cart for many years.
"The most important thing is that it's not up to you to decide whether you can write that character or not."
The Drunkard seemed to be really disappointed, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
Ning Que wanted to salvage something, so he said, "At least I have written it. You dare not enter the city is the proof."
The Drunkard said, "No matter how big Chang 'an is, it is just a city after all. It is still too small compared to the world."
Ning Que said, "One day, I will leave Chang 'an."
The Drunkard said, "Even if you have the courage, you can't turn the whole world into Chang 'an. We are all part of this world, so how can we change the world? Your Headmaster can't do it, I can't do it, and neither can Chen Mou. How can you do it? "
Ning Que couldn't answer.
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The negotiation between the Academy and the Divine Hall was in a stalemate, and it was a very delicate and critical moment. At this moment, the Drunkard, a hidden powerhouse who could change the situation of the world, must have a purpose.
The Academy and the Tang Empire didn't want to see that kind of change.
"I don't understand why you came to Chang 'an."
Ning Que looked at the Drunkard's eyes and said. Even if the Academy or he couldn't change the relationship between Haotian and the human world, the Drunkard shouldn't be here.
He looked at the Drunkard's eyes and said seriously, "In my dream, you and the Butcher are both looking at me. It means that just like the moment before, there is still hope for you."
"Dreams are often the opposite of reality." The Drunkard said.
Ning Que said, "The Headmaster said that you and the Butcher both experienced the last Everlasting Night. If so, it means that even Haotian couldn't do anything to you. Why did you show up? Why did you come to Chang 'an? "
"I've drunk too much these years, and I'm usually drunk. I often don't know if I'm in a dream or reality. But even in a dream, I've never dreamt about the night."
The Drunkard looked at him and said, "Because that's what I'm most afraid of."
In the long Everlasting Night, countless people died. No one could retain such a long memory. Only the Drunkard and the Butcher had that seemingly endless cold and dark memory.
It was understandable that they were afraid.
"After that day, the moon suddenly appeared in the night. The Butcher and I were surprised, especially when the moon didn't disappear. That's probably what you said before, the hope I once had. "
The Drunkard said, "We also thought that we could keep watching. Even though it's annoying to hide, it shouldn't be a problem for us to hold on for another few hundred years. But unfortunately, things don't always go our way. "
Ning Que felt cold and asked, "Has Haotian found you?"
The Drunkard said, "Yes."
Ning Que kept silent for a long time and murmured, "He couldn't find you for thousands of years. Why … why did he find you now?"
The Drunkard didn't answer him. He looked up at the blue sky and thought, "When he was in the sky, he was too far away from the ground. It was hard for him to find us. But if he comes to the human world, where can we hide?"
Everything was settled. Ning Que felt very tired.
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(I'm short of a thousand words today. It's just that the plot is broken here. I'll make it up before the end of the month. Now I'm short of four thousand words. Remember.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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