Nightfall

The gate opened slowly, showing Ning Que's figure.

He was carrying an iron knife and an iron pestle in his hand, standing in the gate of the city and looking out of the city.

He said: "Brother, since I came to me, I will talk to him."

Jun Mo pondered for a moment, and his brows were like a lake shaded by willow, tending to calm.

The wide and straight iron sword slowly retracted itself into the sheath.

He saluted the man beside the carriage again, and walked back to his carriage.

The carriage drove into Chang'an City and stopped beside Ning's absence.

Jun Mo looked at him and said, "Since we have talked, we should have a good talk. Although the teacher is no longer in the world, the academy is still there. This kind of coward is not qualified to make you and my mind a little confused."

Ning lacked salute, calmly said: "Understood."

He looked at the dirty wagon outside the city gate, saw the dark steel car wall after being dusted by the spring breeze, and those familiar lines, and then looked at the man beside the car.

"Only Brother II can dare to say that this man is a coward."

Ning Que thought about it silently, because he knew who this man seemed to be ignoring time. This man appeared in the teacher's conversation and even appeared in his dream.

He once had a dream, in which he came to the wilderness. Everyone in the wilderness looked up at the sky between the light and the dark. He saw the tall figure of the teacher, a drunkard and a butcher. . Later he had another dream, that time the master grabbed the sac from the drunkard and took a bite, and grabbed a pig from the butcher's back and nibbled on the hind leg.

Confucius once mentioned in a conversation in the back hill of the academy that there were two great practitioners. Having experienced the last night of Yong Ye, a drunkard and a butcher are the two people in his dream.

Last year he took Sangsang to the wilderness in a black carriage and saw the battle between the Xiling Temple Allied Forces and the Barbarian Warriors. He didn't understand it until then. The place I saw in my dream is this.

In a dream that turned into reality, he saw the contrast between light and darkness in the sky, the light of the **** kingdom behind the clouds and the huge golden dragon head. The figure of the Confucius was so tall. But he did not see the drunkard, nor the butcher, until today.

Able to spend a long night. Being able to watch Haotian and having nearly immortal years shows that the drunkard and the butcher have the means to deal with Haotian. In the words of Confucius, practice is longer than who lives, then the realm of these two people has undoubtedly reached an unimaginable level for human beings.

Still in the words of Confucius, these two people are probably no longer human.

Among the people Ning Que knew, no one had seen the drunkard and the butcher except the Master, and probably only Master could find them, as long as they were alive. It is a legend in the world.

The man had a hip flask and no pig legs on his back. Naturally, he was not a butcher.

Ning Que is not an ordinary person, but he was still shocked and vigilant when he looked at this man. He calmed down after a while. Asked: "What do senior drinkers want from me?"

The drunkard looked at him and said in a mute voice: "Trusted by someone, come back to give you something."

His voice is still so unpleasant, as if every word carries the soil of the tomb of the ancient king and the smell of silk soaked by the corpse water.

Ning Que frowned slightly.

Brother II had asked what else he had asked before, and he naturally didn't ask any more, looking at the carriage that had been with him for many years, and at the traces of the official road that had been crushed. Naturally think of those things in Surabaya.

On the banks of Surabaya, Sang Sang showed the body of a true god. As the night, his feet turned white lotus stepped between the lights. He asked his son to show the heaven and go to the Kingdom of Haotian God.

That is where the teacher and Sang Sang left. In Surabaya, he was separated from him by the **** horse. In the black carriage, there were the Yuan Shijian arrow and the **** umbrella.

Afterwards, Ning Que once sent someone to look for it. The winds and cramps of Surabaya were so small that he couldn't find the **** horse. The things in the black carriage and carriage had disappeared.

Today, one thing finally returned to the world, so what about the rest? What about arrows? What about umbrellas? What about the dark horse? What about the teacher? Sang Sang?

Ning Que's emotions were a little unstable. He stayed silent for a long time before calming down and putting the focus of his thinking back into reality. Who wants to return his own things and who has the ability to find the drunkard and let him be the messenger.

"Who is it?" He asked directly, looking at the drunkard.

The reaction of the drunkard was also very direct, he did not answer. The Master is not in the world, so as long as he does not want to answer, no one can let him speak.

The spring breeze brushed Ning Que's cheek, meaning no warmth, severe cold, or just his own physical and mental cold, so the spring breeze around the body lowered the temperature.

On the shore of Surabaya, he watched the Master take Sang Sang to the sky together, and then the entrance of Haotian Divine Kingdom exploded and the sky full of meteors. He determined that Sang Sang was dead, or returned to Haotian Divine Kingdom. She is no longer in the world now, and if she is still there, he must be able to feel it.

So who took the **** horse, who picked up the iron arrow, now who is holding the old **** umbrella in the world, and who wants to return the carriage to himself? Why is it in the hands of the drinker?

Ning Que does not understand these things.

"Those who disturb me, yesterday." He raised his head and looked at the dim spring sun in the sky. After a moment of silence, he continued: "If you leave me, why don't you think again."

Then he looked at the drinker and said, "Sir, please come in."

In front of the South City Gate was extremely quiet. With his words, it seemed that there was a tense atmosphere, pouring out from the deepest part of the city wall roots, and then drifting towards the high sky dome.

The drunkard looked at the majestic Changan city wall and said, "Why should I enter?"

Ning Que said: "Since you are a guest, there is no reason why you can't get in."

The drunkard said: "If you are a wicked guest, you must have the consciousness of not entering the house."

Ning Que said: "Evil guests and loyal guests are all guests, and guests are at their will."

The drunkard thought he was funny and said with a smile: "Then I am not a guest."

Ning Que also laughed, but the true mood was not.

If it is not a guest, it is naturally an enemy.

He looked at the drunkard and said seriously, "Since I don't enter the city, how can I give it back to me?"

The drunkard looks like a kid who is ridiculous ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said: "I'm so old, I have been tired after walking so far, do I have to take the last few steps myself?"

Ning Que said: "Even if it is only a few steps away, it still hasn't arrived."

The drunkard said, "You can come out."

Ning Que said with a smile: "You can come in."

The drunkard looked again at the mottled old city wall of Chang'an City, and said after a moment of silence: "I'll say it later."

Hearing this sentence, Ning Que said without hesitation: "It's better to choose another day instead of another day."

This is an invitation as well as a gamble. More precisely, it is betting on his life, his own life, the life of the entire Changan City, the life of Datang, and the life of the world.

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(This chapter is two thousand words, and I will write the chapter.) (Unfinished. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)