Nightfall

Ning Que was extremely disdainful about this statement. As a student on the second floor of the academy, juxtaposed with such characters as Chen Pipi, his judgment of being a genius became more and more firm in his mind.

Because he was very tall, the old man always felt a little cramped in the chair. After changing several poses, he finally found a slightly more comfortable position. He leaned on the back of the chair, his hand supporting his jaw, and looked at Ning Que and asked, "No When you are happy, you want to kill. Have you ever killed someone before? "

Ning Que put her empty spring mud wine urn in her hands to her feet and said, "I will not tell you how many people I have killed. That is a violation of Tang Law, but you can think of it this way."

The old man shook the empty wine urn in his hand, grunting annoyedly, shouting the dispensers under the lù to send two more urns, and then looked at him and asked, "But why do you want to kill?"

Ning Que silently shook his head for a moment and said, "Although I'm almost drunk at this time, and you are already drunk, this thing still can't tell you."

The shopkeeper trot all the way to the lù platform, respectfully placed the two urns of new wine next to the old man, and then bowed his head and bowed back, not to mention rushing to check out, and did not dare to say more.

He did n’t know who the old man was. Even Songhelou ’s true owner, a bureaucrat in Chaozhong did n’t know the real identity of the old man, but Songhelou had been hiding a portrait for countless years, and a simple rule.

The rule is that if there is a long old man like the old man in the portrait who comes to Songhe Tower, everyone in the building must offer the old man as an ancestor. The old man was upset and unhappy.

Even if it ’s not the old man in the portrait, it ’s okay, because admitting the wrong ancestor will at most make Songhe Tower lose some money and lose some face, and if the ancestors come back, but you are not entertained, then what is the reason for Songhe Tower, continue in Changan Will it survive?

The old man snapped the spring mud wine urn and drank it with great pleasure. Said: "In fact, when I was so young, you often wanted to kill people."

Ning Que looked at his face, unable to determine the specific age of the old man, but it should be very old, so when was he young? How many years ago did it happen?

"Who did you want to kill?" He asked curiously.

The old man put the wine urn on the small table next to the chair, looked at the bare winter branches in front of the table, and said, "My mother is the first concubine of my father. My father died when I was three Not allowed, my mother took me out of the old house and was displaced everywhere, living very hard and being bullied by the world. "

"So when I have the ability to kill people, the first thing I want to do is to go back to the old house and kill all the old women and relatives who had bullied our mother and son, and then go to kill My father ’s grave was dug up, his bones were lifted and his ashes were raised. "

He is talking about the most ruthless thing in the world that kills and sets fire to the dead, but the old man's expression is very calm and gentle. At this time, he is not like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, but like a child lying on the top of the haystack, with a childish face Going through Baiyun, telling those long-term past.

Ning Que looked at the old man in silence, suddenly frowning and asked, "Have you killed?"

The old man's slender index finger lightly tapped on the spring mud wine urn on the table to make a crisp but not thin sound, just like the sound of the cards on the ground in the secluded ancestral hall of the old mansion.

He looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "I won't tell you."

Ning Que is speechless, thinking you are so old, how can you be so stingy and revenge?

"The man I want to kill ... he killed many innocent people. Of course I am not a saint, and revenge is just to let my mood be truly calm. That person ruined my best life. My parents who died most hurt me. What I want to report is revenge, which is similar to what you thought in those days, except that those people in your family were more likely to kill. "

After a moment of silence, he continued: "And the person I want to kill is very powerful, has a high weight, and has some backgrounds that I think are tricky."

The old man frowned at him and said, "Looking at you doesn't look like someone without status."

Ning Que smiled slightly and proudly said: "The old man really read through the red dust, knowing countless people, born with a pair of big eyes, really don't hide it, I am ... a person with a very high status, because my teacher is very great, so Of course I am also amazing. "

The old man said unpleasantly: "This is all nonsense. Of course your teacher ... even if he is great, is there a relationship with you?"

Ning Que ignored him and continued: "Now, even if compared with the giant who I want to kill, the status between us can be said to be similar."

The old man sneered: "What are you still sad about? If you want to kill, you will find an opportunity to kill."

Ning Que was silent for a long time, with a frustrated expression on his face, and said with emotion: "The problem is that my status comes from the teacher, and my teacher seems to be willing to be unreasonable to us students, but in fact he is a Dead-headed, very reasonable, always say what Tang Lu first, you said that he is very unreasonable, why is Tang Lu first unreasonable? "Listening to these words, the old man's face suddenly froze. It ’s hard to look like, it ’s unpleasant to say ... Scolded: "Of course it makes sense, what does it matter if you do n’t talk about reason and Tang law? If you do n’t follow the evil way, ca n’t you kill?"

Ning Que didn't pay attention to the old man's expression, and walked swayingly. He took a pot of new wine and shot the sealing mud. He poured the wine into his mouth and said, "If Tang Law is the first, then I will find evidence. In the case of lawsuits, the question is where do I go to find evidence? If I do n’t take the wrong way, how can I kill? Do you want me to walk up to the man and say I want to kill you and then I will be beaten into meat? "

The night breeze was blowing, the old man sat upright and stared at Ning Que. Because of this dull and confused person, it became more and more difficult to restrain the inner anger. The slender palm clasped the back of the chair. It seemed that if nothing happened again, he Then he will slap directly towards Ning Que's head.

Ning Que is already drunk at this time, where can I pay attention to these details, while drinking wine in my belly, and expressing the sighs of life, those sighs about revenge about the reluctance about the moon, those sighs are more and more repeated The more boring, he always revolved around certain keywords. Fortunately, after he was drunk, he still subconsciously blocked most of his heart, and did not say Xiahou's name and who he really was.

"Old man, I was Songhelou who knocked on the silver ticket. How did you come here?"

"Have you never seen the moon? Poor old man."

"In that way, you are really rich. How did you make your money? I made it from the Xicheng Casino, do you have any business dealings with it there?"

"Don't look at the quilted jacket I'm wearing. It's said that it's the style that my dead ghost teacher ordered."

"Yo, you look so funny blowing your beard."

Ning Que kept mumbling, pointing at the old man in the chair and laughing.

A loud muffled noise.

The laughter ceased.

Ning Que clutched her forehead and shocked Míxan looking at the old man in front of her.

The old man held a very thick short wooden stick in his hand and looked at him angrily and said, "That's a lot of bullshit! My scalp is swollen, just like you, I actually want to kill Xiahou."

Ning Que didn't hear this last sentence clearly, and she fainted when she turned her eyes.

Just as his body leaned back, he saw a gust of wind blowing as he fell heavily on the stage.

The old jacket floated slightly, the straw sandals were silent, and the master of the academy appeared on the stage, holding Ning Que, who was shaking yù, and with his right hand, he caught the new wine that was falling fast.

The older brother held Ning Que, who was faint, and looked at the old man blankly and asked, "Teacher, what happened to the younger brother?"

The old man secretly withdrew the short wooden stick into his sleeve, coughing a little embarrassedly, and said: "Nothing, he offended the dignity of the teacher, so he was punished with the rules of the hospital."

The master saw the short wooden stick and almost collapsed. He thought that the teacher used this ring stick to drive the Tsing Yi Taoist to the South China Sea. Tonight, he used this thing to knock the younger brother on his head, even if the younger brother Not being beaten to death, I am afraid that I will become an idiot after being saved.

As soon as I thought about it, my brother's face became pale.

The old man looked at his pale face, but did not expect that he was worried about the safety of Ning Que. He frowned slightly and said, "Ten years ago I said that you want to slow down and slow down, why is it still so fast?"

The older brother had sensed that Ning Que had some problems before, and then he went to the Songhe Tower with the wind. Where would he care about his loss? Looking at the old man and worrying, "Teacher, younger brother will not be okay?"

The old man looked at Ning Que in the faint mí and said, "This kid learns your little uncle's skills, and he is not as good as a muscular man. He is gently tapped with a stick. It is so easy to die like this."

Probably the old man himself felt that these words were not persuasive. After coughing for two times, he explained very seriously: "He suffered too much energy today, and it ’s good to sleep for a while ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A teacher.

The old man is naturally the legendary master.

What the Master said is even better than the Imperial Decree in the Datang Empire, and for the brethren who love the teacher for life, everything the Master said is truth. If the Master says that the night is white, then it must be white, If the Confucius said that Haotian was black, then Haotian must be black. If the Confucius said that Ning Que had nothing, then no matter what happened, Ning Que would have nothing.

On the streets of Chang'an in the middle of the night, Confucius walked slowly with his hands on very few dry leaves, and his posture was extremely chic. The master was carrying Ning Que behind him and was walking forward with difficulty, a little embarrassed.

"You are right, there will always be a unique one in the Wanjia lights."

The Master looked at the faint lights in the alley, and looked at the Yulin Army soldiers who watched the distance in the distance, and said: "Although your little brother can't count the mud and not get stained, let alone a good person, but it looks like a cold-hearted body. There are still feelings in it, but those feelings are hidden deeper. "

(The first chapter, the next chapter before ten o'clock.)! .