Nightfall

I knew at the age of four, I could perceive at the age of six, and I was not confused at the age of eleven. At the age of sixteen, I entered Dongxuan, and it took another ten years to climb from Dongxuan lower grade to Dongxuan upper grade. No matter how you look at it, Wang Jingluo, a person from the Xuan House of the Tang Dynasty, is a genius in the spiritual path.

But Wang Jingluo was very clear that one day he did not match up with the young men and women who occasionally came out of the unknown, and the name of this young monk genius in his body was not solid.

Therefore, he hopes that others will say that he is a stable and experienced practitioner, and he does not want the world to praise him as a so-called young genius in monasticism. He wants to have a graceful style that matches the deep spiritual practitioners. Healthy, without any lung disease, he would cough twice from time to time.

But at this time, he was sitting in the spring rain, he was really coughing, because of fear and sorrow. He was choked by the rain, and he looked pale and looked at the thin and tall man who gradually appeared in the alley, his body trembling more and more Awesome.

The tall, slender old man who walked out of the alley was wearing a dirty robe. I didn't know how much oil stains on his robe. His eyes in the triangle flashed on his face, coupled with the few sparse long beards. There is no such thing as a superhero.

"I spent half a day to draw this symbol, how do you feel?"

Thin and tall Taoist, separated by layers of rain curtains, looked at Wang Jingluo, who sat down in the alleyway and asked seriously. At his feet, the middle-aged fat man of the Prince's Mansion has become a dead body. The clothes on his body and even the skin under the clothes are cracked like pieces of paint that have fallen off over the years, and they look very scary.

Wang Jing smiled a little bit sadly, looking at the thin and tall Taoist and said in dismay: "I have only a dozen people from the Tang Dynasty runes, but I am willing to wear a robe. It is naturally one of the four magicians at the south gate of Haotian Dao."

"It takes a rune drawn by a magician such as the predecessor to spend half a day, based on the streets and the rain, and the ink is the ink. This well character is naturally terrible ... I just do n’t understand why the predecessor did not kill me directly. . "

The magician of Haotian South Gate frowned slightly, waved a word in the air, drove away the annoying spring rain around him, shook his head and said, "The monk of the Moon Kingdom, the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the old man of the military, These people die, but you are different. I am instructed not to let you go, just to protect you. "

"Wang Jingluo, you are already standing on the threshold of the realm of fate at a young age. It is really rare. I heard news from the academy. The teacher and the younger brother have also commented on you, thinking that you are very likely to be in 40 years. The layer of paper that touches the five realms ... It is not easy for me to have a young genius, so you should try your best to fight for another 40 years! "

The expression on Wang Jingluo's face is constantly changing.

"Don't go back to the Prince's Mansion, go to the front line for three years of atonement."

After saying this, the Rune Master turned to walk in the dark alley and muttered, "Chunfengting Lao Zhao is not a kitten or a puppy. If he is so good at killing, would n’t I have been a dozen years ago? Go kill? "

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Qing sleeves were lightly vibrated, and the thin green steel sword falling into the rain buzzed and flew back to the hands of Xiaoshu.

He glanced back at Ning Que standing behind him, confirming that there were no serious injuries except for some young blood-throwing teenagers. He nodded and took a sword back to his sheath, left the carriage and walked to the front of the street.

When I walked across the street at Chunfeng Pavilion, I stopped at the tree and looked at the back of the rain curtain. Ning Que raised his arm to wipe off the rain on his forehead. He followed his gaze and remained silent for a long time. , He asked: "Are you still waiting for someone?"

"Well." Zhao Xiaoshu pressed his right hand on the hilt and said, "A man named Wang Jingluo, but it seems that he will not come."

Ning frowned, handing Park Dao from his right hand to his left, and asked, "Why."

Looked back at Xiaoshu and looked at the black mask on Ning Que's face, and said with a smile: "It's not easy for me to have a monastic genius in Datang, maybe some people don't want to watch him die in our hands."

"I don't have your self-confidence." Ning Que recalled the fights tonight and the powerful practitioners. He thought that if he hadn't been in front of him, he would have died long ago, and said with emotion: If it's the role of your hole card, why didn't he shoot earlier and want you to die alive? "

"I explained to you at Lin 47 Lane, once that card was shown, no one would dare to move the entire Chang'an City, so there was no way of knowing how many cards were in the hands of those nobles, and their intentions."

Suddenly said to Xiaoshu: "Go with me?"

Ning Que raised his right arm, wiped off the rain and blood on the blade with his sleeve, inserted the scabbard behind him, and nodded.

The rain was a little bit smaller than before, and it was falling in the streets around the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

The hand towards Xiaoshu left the hilt, fell behind him, and walked on a quiet street. The shirt was still straight, and his face was still calm, but he was paler than before the battle. .

Ning Que followed behind him, tearing off the corner of his arm while walking and tying the wound on his left arm. Although the blood spots were shallow and thin, he came out of Minshan and was still used to saving every drop of blood And strength.

Wet Street in Rain Lane, the two of them walked around the Spring Breeze Pavilion, just like a pair of brothers and brothers who began to tour their territory after a **** battle.

Walking back to the main entrance of Chaofu, a faint tiredness appeared on Xiaoshu's face ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ He rubbed his eyebrows and lifted his shirt to sit on the wet stone steps. on.

Several remnant Tang sergeants rushed towards him with a shout.

Ning Que withdrew his back knife from the backhand and chopped down in front of him. Each knife light would cut down an opponent. The soldiers and soldiers who rushed to the stone steps fell in front of the steps like trees. He kept mumbling: "People are floating in rivers and lakes, how can you not get a knife, I will kill you with one knife, I will kill you with two ..."

Zhao Xiaoshu sat on the wet stone steps, supporting his body with a scabbard tiredly. Looking at the scene in front of him, the bright colors in his eyes became stronger and stronger. He had long seen that Ning Que's swordsmanship carried the army. The shadow of swordsmanship, but the more exquisite choice of timing and position, is the truth that can only be understood between life and death.

Ning Que's knife is steady and even simple, but occasionally it is as weird as a raindrop. He always holds the principle that the most labor-saving knife is the most weak part of the opponent.

"This is the real killer."

Zhao Xiaoshu looked at each piece of paper, recalling the strong will and excellent judgment ability displayed by Ning Que in those pictures during the battle, and then thinking of his true age, he could not help feeling silently in his heart and said: "Unfortunately, little guy It is impossible to practice, otherwise the future of the Datang Empire will certainly occupy an extremely important position. "

Looking at the corpse like rotten wood soaked in rain in front of the house, looking at the young boy carrying Park knife panting, he smiled slightly at Xiaoshu and said, "Is it a bit poetic to kill? Can you kill someone a bit more poetically? Hoe field. "

Ning Que turned around, and Park Sword on his shoulders brought up a pool of blood. He looked at the middle-aged man on the stone steps, pointing at the night rain falling from the sky, panting and saying, "Wetness has always been there, as for the **** field ... Where is it so tiring to cut people? "