Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 278 Flag Exhibition

The cliff in the back mountain of the academy. The holy church

The Master was wearing a black coat and sat on the cliff, looking at Chang'an City in the distance. It was snowing heavily. From a distance, it looked like Haotian was giving salt flowers to the world.

"Fifteen years ago, I sat here and looked at the woodshed in the Tongyi Doctor's Mansion."

The master said, "I saw your junior brother holding a hatchet with a pale face and walking out of the woodshed. I watched him grab the rope and hide in the well. I watched him climb out of the courtyard wall and walk into the crowd. I watched him leave Chang'an City... as if I saw your junior uncle a long time ago."

The eldest brother stood aside and asked, "How is the same as the younger brother and the younger uncle?"

The Master shook his head and said, "I can't explain it clearly, maybe it's a strong desire for freedom?"

"I can understand why the teacher said that to the uncle of the junior brother." The eldest brother asked in confusion: "But what does the tragic incident that the junior brother encountered back then have to do with the word "freedom"?

The Master said: "The so-called freedom is the right to choose. Choosing to live, choose to die, or choose not to choose. Back then, your junior brother chose to pick up the hatchet and kill the housekeeper and his best playmate. At that moment, he took the first step towards the other side of freedom."

The eldest brother said honestly: "Teacher, I can't understand."

The Master said: "You are the clearest stream in the world. You have been flowing freely in the mountains and fields over the years. Maybe you have encountered dangerous shoals and reefs, but you have never encountered a real river fork, and you have never encountered the choice you faced back then."

"No one is qualified to judge the choice you made back then, but it is different from ordinary people who can make this choice, just like your junior uncle back then. No matter what situation you face, they will only do what they want to do."

The eldest brother said, "That's why the teacher wants to take the younger brother to get started?"

The Master said with emotion: "In spring, I saw your junior brother in Songhe Tower and talked to him in the thatched cottage. I found that he was different from your junior uncle. I felt regretful at that time."

"However, this is the case in the world. Where can we find two identical leaves?"

The Master looked at the snow clouds in the distance and Chang'an City shrouded in the snow and said with relief: "But today your junior brother's choice still surprised me. I never thought that he would have such courage to challenge Xiahou head-on. I like the clumsiness that comes from this choice."

He turned around and looked at his eldest disciple, smiled and said, "You are the clumsy among the disciples of the academy, so I like you the most, but in some aspects, you really want to learn from Junmo and the junior brother."

The eldest brother was taught with stern eyes, but just looking at the wind and snow in the distance, he couldn't stop his worries. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If the younger brother really defeated Xiahou, what should I do?"

The words "If and Real" in this sentence have a deep meaning, which shows that in the view of the senior brother of the academy, Ning Que and Xiahou are not without the power to fight.

"I don't believe in heaven or fate. I just believe in myself."

The Master glanced at the dark sky in the cold winter and said, "Everyone can only believe in himself. This is your junior brother's own choice, his mockery and contempt for the fate of heaven. Then he needs nothing except a fair environment."

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The dead silence in front of the imperial city lasted for a long time, and the increasingly violent wind and snow slapped the blood flag, causing the big black umbrella to shake slightly, and the faces of everyone seemed to be frozen.

The national master of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan, looked at Ning Que with a complicated look and said, "That's it?"

Ning Que remained silent.

Li Qingshan sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Your Majesty has something to say, if you insist that this duel is going to continue, then you must hand over the things first."

He stretched out his hand to Ning Que and said, "You know what Your Majesty is saying."

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"

Li Qingshan said: "Are you a personal grudge?"

Ning Que said: "Yes."

Li Qingshan said: "Since it is a personal grudge, how can we use national weapons?"

Then he said seriously: "If this battle is over and you really survive by chance, then I will hand over the things to you. The latest chapter of the Holy Church."

Ning Que looked at the thick snow under his feet, and after a moment of silence, he took out something tightly wrapped in cloth from his arms, but did not hand it to Li Qingshan's hand.

Li Qingshan frowned slightly and said, "Can you not even believe me?"

"I have never believed anyone except myself, sorry."

Ning Que said, and then handed the thing wrapped in the cloth to Chen Pipi behind him.

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, ignored the matter between the venue and walked into the palace.

The people in front of the palace gate didn't know what Ning Que took out of his arms, and couldn't help but be curious. Xiahou clearly felt the vague fluctuation of the aura coming from the thing. His iron eyebrows slowly frowned and looked at Ning Que and said, "It turns out that the array eye hinges are really in your hands. No wonder you have such a great courage to challenge me."

Ning Que said: "I said before that I still have many powerful means."

Xiahou slowly stroked the armrest of the chair, and seemed not to notice that there was nothingness there, and said, "Now the eye h of the formation is being taken away, are you still insisting on killing me?"

Ning Que said: "You have killed many people, and I have killed many people. People like us should be very clear that there are many ways to kill people."

Xiahou said indifferently: "I know I will definitely die, but I insist on killing me for revenge? Can the four-year-old boy remember the face of your parents so long? I don't believe it at all. I thought you just couldn't get rid of the psychological shadows of that year."

Listening to these words, Ning Que said: "I must admit that it is very uncomfortable to dye the young master's blood on my hands. No matter how I wash it, I feel that it cannot be washed clean. The gaps between my fingers are always sticky. Maybe it is indeed a psychological shadow. The first time I used a hatchet to kill someone, and I have been accustomed to using a knife."

He looked at Xiahou and said, "But so what? What's the point of saying this?"

Xiahou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his face showed a sarcastic look of contempt, saying, "At least it can prove that your revenge is not as great and just as you imagined."

“Great and justice?”

Ning Que shook his head and said, "After escaping Chang'an City, I have imagined countless times over the years. One day in the future, I will meet strange people in the mountains, inherit my peerless skills, and go straight to the military camp to kill you. What do you want to say before."

"I will ask you why you are so cold and easy to kill. I will say that killing you today is to ask you for justice for the unjust souls in the general's mansion, the scorched corpse in the Yanjing village, and all the innocent dead people. The list is very long, and finally I was added a good friend."

Speaking of this, he looked at Xiahou and said, "These are all very righteous words and very loud words, but... what does it have to do with me?"

The wind and cold snow hit the body. Ning Que used his fist to block his lips and coughed twice, then spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the snow. The pus-yellow phlegm was very dazzling in the clean white snow.

"I killed no fewer people than you. I have done many evil things that others cannot imagine. My hands are never clean. I am not a messenger of justice."

He looked at Xiahou and said, "No matter how many innocent people you kill, it has nothing to do with me. As long as it has nothing to do with me, I can even applaud you by the side, but since you kill my whole family, I will naturally kill you. This is natural and there is no need for any other reason."

Xiahou was silent for a long time and suddenly said, "It's interesting."

Then he stood up from the chair.

It was like an indestructible mountain, suddenly appearing in the wind and snow all over the sky.

"Come and kill me."

He finally said, "Or be killed by me and end your painful life."

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At dusk, Chang'an City is like falling into eternal night. The thick snow clouds blocked the last rays and the starlight in the sky. The Yanming Lake was pitch black, and only the torches in the distance illuminated the snowflakes falling from the sky, turning the dense whistling snow into the stars on earth.

Xiahou looked at the closed courtyard gate in front of him expressionlessly, reached back, took the military flag from his personal soldiers, walked to the gate, and held the military flag in his right hand and paused down.

His movements were very casual. The ground in front of the courtyard gate was hard stone. When the flagpole fell, the stone floor shattered, splashing countless stone gravel, and the tail of the pole was inserted into the mud.

Xiahou slowly let go of his palm, and the flagpole seemed to be growing on the ground, and the blood-red military flag was roaring in the snow all over the sky, sweeping all the night.

This blood-red king general flag has been with Xiahou for many years.

Whether it was fighting with the Yan ** team or fighting with the cavalry of the Left Chancellery Royal Court, this flag was always floating in the ranks of the northeastern border troops of the Tang Empire.

This blood flag has never fallen for decades.

Just like the powerful man under the blood banner.

The personal soldiers outside Yanming Lake, those vigilant ministers, and the Chang'an government yamen runners who maintained order all felt a strong feeling when they looked at the blood flag in the night.

Tonight, this bloody flag will not fall.

Xiahou walked up the stone steps.

Then he pushed open the gate of the yard.

So he walked into the night.

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Ning Que is not in the house by Yanming Lake.

At this time, he and Sangsang were standing on Yanming Mountain on the south bank of the lake, overlooking the distant opposite shore.

Sangsang held a big black umbrella to cover the increasingly violent heavy snow.

In the eyes of the world, Ning Que's most powerful cultivation level is the word "tale" and "arrow". To fight against a peak martial arts master like Xiahou, it is natural to set a distance between fighting.

Although Xiahou didn't know where Ning Que was at this time, he thought he could guess this, but he was as proud and confident as he didn't care about this at all.

But tonight, the wind and snow are stormy, and the night covers the stars. Yanming Lake in winter seems to be frozen inkstone. Even if Ning Que has a sharp feeling, he cannot see the picture on the other side clearly.

If you can't see it, then how can Yuan Thirteen Arrow shoot the enemy?

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(It's gone today, I need to review it and delete some, and two chapters tomorrow.)

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