Chen Pipi and his group returned to Chang'an City. Ning Que followed them at the city gate, but did not find the figure of the eldest brother.

"Senior brother has something to leave, so you don't have to worry."

Chen Pipi looked at him and said, "Don't have too much psychological burden for this matter. My father acted like the world's Xi's point of view. No one knows where it will fall. It's not your fault."

When we met again, there was no anger or disappointment, but just comfort. Ning Que knew that Chen Pipi was such a person. Without surprise, he felt that his mood became heavier, especially when the fourth senior brother looked at him and sighed.

Ning Que bowed his hand, bowed to them and the disciples of Jiange, and then said to Chen Pipi: "It's my fault after all."

Chen Pipi said: "The teacher once said that those who seek benevolence will get benevolence and have no resentment. When the senior brother leaves, he should be in this mood. Everyone who leaves has their own gains. Since that is the case, what's wrong with it?"

Senior Brother Fourth also said: "If you really think you are wrong, just don't make mistakes again in the future."

Ning Que turned around and looked at the countless busy convoys on the official road outside the city gate, and said, "I will not give myself a chance to make mistakes again."

People who have been away from home for several years have returned home, and many people have left home to the border. As time goes by, the situation in the mainland has become increasingly tense. The Tang Empire ushered in the most difficult situation and began the most thorough and powerful mobilization. The resources and spiritual temperament accumulated over the past thousand years have been fully revealed at this moment. No matter how it is the teacher in the countryside or the women in brothels, no one is afraid of the arrival of war. He only looks forward to it quietly.

Countless baggage, food and grass were transported from the standing warehouses of various prefectures and counties, and countless cavalry left the military camps in various places and headed to various border passes. The newly built northeastern border army was far from returning to the peak of Xiahou's leadership, and they also began to prepare for destroying Yan. The city of Tuyang was crowded with people and war horses were ringing endlessly. In the general's mansion, countless combat plans gradually formed a certain plan. They were all the plans for Tu Chengjing.

The Yulin Army headed south from Chang'an. It had arrived at the plain behind Qingxia and joined the Southern Army that had guarded Qingxia for several years, preparing to attack hundreds of thousands of Southern Jin troops in Qinghe County in the south and the escort cavalry of the Xiling Temple.

The most critical and dangerous battlefield is still in the northwest of the empire. The royal court of the Jin Tent went south. A battle to destroy the country is inevitable. Countless military orders were issued from the Beida camp to the border. The 200,000 most elite Zhenbei Army had gathered and was ready to compete with the barbarians on the grassland with their blood and life.

It was just that Xiang Wanyuan lost several years, and the Tang army had severely lacked war horses. The well-trained old cavalry could only line up and fight in the form of infantry. It was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

During the coldest days of winter, Juyuxian and Chen Qi finally returned to Chang'an City, went south from Xiling to the river, then passed through the dense forest, and secretly bypassed the Yuelun Kingdom and returned to the Tang territory. They suffered a lot, but fortunately they did not throw away the letter.

Ning Que took the letter with sweat stains and knew that Ju Youxian had been hiding the letter close to his body for dozens of days. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, thinking that what Ye Hongyu was writing in this letter needs to be so serious. Don't she understand that the verbal message is much safer? - Unless Ye Hongyu wants to say to him, no one can know what others want to know, even Ju Youxian and Chen Qi who he trusts very much.

Crushing the fire marks and tearing the envelope open, he pulled out the thin piece of paper, his eyes fell on it, and saw the words she wrote. There were very few words on the paper and it didn't take long to read them, but those words were very important, so he looked at them for a long time.

"impossible."

This is Ning Que's first reaction after seeing Ye Hongyu's inference.

After the spring breeze and rain, he never felt her existence again. He looked at the giant ship and sailed towards the Kingdom of God in the sky. He thought she must have returned to the Kingdom of God, and to him she was dead.

What if Ye Hongyu is right?

Many things may be found, such as where the viewer's choice points to, but he still can't find the deepest and most realistic answers why he chose the deepest and most realistic answer. Of course, for Ning Que, these things are not important. All his spirits are swallowed by the literal meaning of this letter. She has not returned to the Kingdom of God and is still in the world?

Ning Que knew that it was time for him to leave Chang'an City. He was silent for a long time, and went to the palace to talk to Li Yu for a long night, explained a lot of things clearly, wrote a letter to Mo Shanshan, but finally tore it off, and then he climbed the city tower.

He watched the scenery from the city tower.

Sangsang came to the world and looked at the temple of Xiling for a long time. Later, she left the world. He thought that after she left the world and returned to the Kingdom of God, he looked at the countless powerful people, Yunluo, he looked at the beautiful rivers and mountains of the world, this city and this country, but in fact, he was also looking for it. He wanted to use his own eyes to find the traces left by her.

It was early in the morning, and he cooked a pot of green vegetable porridge next to the city walled hut. He drank it while it was hot. The falling snowflakes melted when they touched their faces.

Then he walked to the city wall, faced the earth, bent his bow and arrow.

With the help of the God-Shocking Formation in Chang'an City, his Yuan Thirteen Arrows can do many incredible things, but they also have to be subject to many restrictions. To truly play a role, many conditions are required. For example, in front of Linkangcheng Palace in autumn, he wanted to cooperate with his senior brother to try to kill the drunkard, but once the drunkard noticed it, it would be difficult to have any effect.

Because of these and other reasons, for many years after the Taoshan Guangming Festival, his iron arrows never appeared in the sky on earth again.

At this time, he pointed at the earth. Should he really shoot whom?

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After Ye Su's death, Longqing left the capital of Song State and took two thousand temple escort cavalry to the north braved the wind and snow. Then the elder brother left, and he went to find Chen Pipi and his group to escape first. Just like in the past years, the drunkards also followed him.

——It sounds better or more literary and sour, just like a fallen leaf following the autumn wind, and it sounds worse, like a gangrene attached to the bone.

The eldest brother found Chen Pipi and his party and escorted them to break through the Xiling Temple and returned to the Tang Realm. Then he did not continue to follow, and watched them enter Chang'an City and left first, not knowing where they went.

At that time, if the drunkard entered the distance at the same time, or could catch up with the eldest brother, just like before, but for some reason, his reaction was slow for a moment, his feet were a little stuck on the cold snow surface, as if they were frozen, so he lost the other party's whereabouts.

Because the drunkard didn't want to chase him and followed him all the way. He had a lot of time to think about it. He got closer and closer to the truth. He guessed the reason why Li slowly left, so his reaction was slower. His figure also became much more desolate. He turned around and walked towards the east.

His footsteps left clear marks on the snow surface. The heat in those footprints was the sweat flowing down - he sweated a lot because of fear. Because of the truth, the eldest brother said in the capital of Song State that he would regret it, yes, he began to regret it.

The town is east of Tang Kingdom. He walked slowly on the snow. He walked back to the town the next day. Instead of going back to his home, he went to the only calligraphy and painting shop in the next town and asked him to make a pot of tea to Xiaoshu to drink.

After all, tea is not as good as wine. The drunkard used two fingers to hold a small porcelain cup, looked at the clear yellow tea soup in the cup, and felt the slight astringent meaning between his lips and teeth, thinking that at least astringent tea can be drunk, so astringent wine cannot be drunk.

Chao Xiaoshu sat opposite the tea table, with a calm expression. He held a tea cup and sent it to the world. He washed tea with tea, boiled the sea of ​​tea with the sea, and a pinch of old tea with fresh water steamed from white smoke in the iron kettle, and then he had a wonderful tea flavor.

The two of them didn't say anything, just drank tea quietly. The drunkard liked this feeling very much. He felt that Chao Xiaoshu was qualified to drink tea with him. Unfortunately, the other party was just an ordinary person, otherwise he might ask the other party to drink the wine in his pot.

There are still the two friends in the shop who are said to be relatives of the boss. However, as time goes by, the two unparalleled young men in Chang'an City have now become young people, and the expression between their eyebrows and eyes has become much calmer.

Zhang San and Li Si were playing chess, playing black and white chess. They were very attentive and did not notice the eyes of the drunkards. They frowned and thought hard, just like the legendary saints of the chess and chess hands, such as those of the Lanke Temple or the back mountain of the academy.

In the past, they also fell chess pieces in front of the drunkards. At that time, they were very nervous - they were the only third-generation disciples in the academy except Tang Xiaotang. If everything went well, many years later, they should be Jun Mo or Yu Lian, and became the new generation of pioneers. If the drunkards knew about these, they would die very thoroughly. No matter how powerful their teachers were, they would not be able to save them. There was no way for the dead to save them, and Li Guru and Jun Mo would not do it.

In the eyes of the drunkard, Zhang San and Li Si's chess are extremely bad, of course, not because he is really bad, but because he has too high vision.

People who have lived for thousands of years are prone to boredom, so they will naturally try all interesting things, such as games.

He and the Butcher had already played the human games countless times, and great practitioners like him had extremely high IQ and level of level can be imagined. Even if his talent was not added to the chess path, except for the few people in the back mountain of the academy and the Lanke Temple, no one could beat him on the chess board.

People with high levels of skills play chess, which is all bad chess. After watching it for a while, the drunkard felt very bored. At this time, the fifth tea soup had already been drunk, and the remaining tea was gone. There was no need for new brewing. He felt that his mind was much calmer, so he stood up and teased Zhang Sanli Si, and told Chao Xiaoshu about the recent news about the county school, and walked out of the shop.

He still didn't go back to the house or to the tavern, but to the only butcher shop in the town - in fact, that tavern is also the only one. From this point of view, many things in this town are unique, or this is exactly what he and the butcher want.

The butcher shop was dark and there was a fishy smell everywhere, which was the smell of blood, flesh and internal organs, feces and urine. The drunkard frowned slightly, diluted his sense of smell, and then found a slightly cleaner place to sit down.

The butcher was removing the hair of the pig's trotters. More than a dozen white and fat pig's trotters were neatly placed on the chopping board, receiving the burning of the fire in his hand. With the slight snorkeling, a faint burnt smell gradually spread, and the surface of the pig's trotters became slightly yellow.

The drunkard looked at the scene, shook his head, took off the wine pot from his waist and started drinking. He knew very well why the butcher refused to give up this business or hobby, but he really had no hobby in this regard.

After the pig's trotters were removed, they were about to cut them open. The butcher picked up the oily kitchen knife. He was about to chop them down, but his arm suddenly became stiff because he noticed the strangeness of the drunkard, because the drunkard said too little today.

The butcher turned around and looked at him, looked for a while, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He and the drunkard lived in this town for many years. Earlier, they lived in other towns. They knew each other very well, and it was difficult not to understand them.

During those years, they just hid and enjoyed the fun that had already been enjoyed countless times and became boring. It was not until these years that they came back to the world.

To be more precise, the drunkard appears in the world because he is faster, and the butcher still slaughteres pigs and sheep in the butcher shop like before. He is accompanied by pigs, trotters and sheep heads every day. But if something that the drunkard cannot solve that day, he will naturally insert the butcher knife into his waist, walk out of the butcher shop, and start killing people.

He knew what the drunkard was doing recently - to stare at the Master's first disciple. Then he went to the capital of Song State. He also knew that Ye Su was dead. When he sensed the holy light on the East China Sea, he was also moved by the sacred meaning hidden there.

The drunkard did not answer his question directly, but continued to drink, drinking like a whale swallowing the sea, drinking at an infinite realm, and never put down the wine pot for a long time. It was not until half an hour later, the wine pot was finally empty after the last drop of wine liquid dripped.

Except for being drunk by Sangsang, the wine pot has never been truly empty - but it has been empty today, and all the countless wines in the pot have been poured into the stomach by the drunkard.

The butcher's expression became extremely solemn. He had not seen the drunkard so nervous for many years. The last time this was the day when Haotian came to the earth and came to the town. The other time was the moment when the old ox dragged a broken car into the town.

The drunkard put down the wine pot and looked up at him.

With this action, all the wine that poured into his belly turned into sweat and overflowed from tens of thousands of pores on the surface of his body. With the sound of rustling, his body became the source of the waterfall. Countless clear water gushed down and flowed everywhere, instantly washing all the bones, meat and blood on the ground of the butcher.

His body was like a wine bag, and it was emptied at this time. After the water washed over the ground, it was irritated by the cold wind blowing from the butcher shop, and it suddenly disappeared. Countless rays of air flowed around, and the butcher shop signs whistled and were not at peace.

The butcher looked at his pale cheeks and held the knife in his hand tighter.

"There is something... maybe something I did wrong."

The drunkard looked at him and murmured, "Li Kuangshu said I would regret it. Now when I think about it, I really regret it. I don't know if it can be saved."

The butcher frowned slightly, inserted the knife into his waist and hand, walked to him, and said condescendingly: "Ye Su dies, it's a good thing."

The drunkard said: "It seems that the academy and the Taoist sect want to make Haotian weaker... Then Ye Su's death may not be a good thing."

The butcher asked, "What does it mean?"

"I didn't understand it at the beginning, and I didn't think of a possibility until I watched Li slowly pass Chang'an."

A hint of palpitation flashed in the drunkard's eyes and said, "He ignored Chang'an City and left without a trace. Chen left Taoshan and didn't know where they went. What do they want to do? Is there anything more important than the whole world?"

The butcher usually doesn't talk much, looks a little clumsy, and sometimes he will be very cowardly, but in fact he never lacks wisdom. He quickly figured out that what is more important than the whole world...of course it is the Kingdom of God.

He looked up and his eyes passed through the broken asbestos tiles above the butcher shop, and fell on the dark sky, as if he wanted to see clearly the movements in the kingdom of God.

The Master and Haotian have been fighting there for several years, and no information has been spread to the human world, no thunder, no rain or dew, no hurricane or heaven.

But that is destined to be the most important battle in this world since its birth, and will determine the direction of the world. As the saying goes, peaches and plums do not speak, but the mountains do not speak, and the autumn wind must avoid it. Well, these metaphors are not appropriate.

With the realm of a butcher and drunkard, we can naturally feel that in that battle, the Master had no advantage, and the bright moon was gradually fading.

He sat down in front of the drunkard, picked up the bucket from the side, and started drinking water, just like a whale swallowing the ocean. Only the endless water can calm the restlessness in his heart.

That is the irritation caused by anxiety.

The Master of the Temple and Li slowly disappeared. What they were looking for in the world is more important than the entire world, that is the Kingdom of God—or, it is a great existence that everyone thought had returned to the Kingdom of God.

Not mentioning the academy, just talking about what the viewer will do after finding that existence? What he does point to something not very good.

The more the butcher thought about it, the more he became more and more afraid. Could it be that someone really dared to kill Haotian? This thought was engraved in his body like a bone-clearing knife, making him itchy, painful, and frightened, and uneasy.

I don't know how long he finally put down the bucket. The clean water that had been drunk in his body turned into sweat and poured out. The clothes and leather aprons that were wet with oil fell on the ground and flowed through again, but the water had a faint smell of blood.

"Even if Haotian really didn't return to the Kingdom of God, why did he kill her? Why did he... dare to kill her? Why should he kill her?"

"As for why... I don't understand. Even if the new church makes her weaker, even if she can't help her in the kingdom of God because of the Master, how can he overcome it? His arrogance makes me uneasy."

The drunkard said pale and said, "As for why he killed her... I dare not think about it. I think even the Buddha dare not think like that."

The butcher looked extremely ugly and shouted, "He is actually... bold... all the best!"

The drunkard said in a slight voice: "Have he ever been less courageous?"

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(This month, I will spend it well with you and shake hands.) (To be continued...)
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