The roaring sound of the waterfall on the cliff reached his ears. Ning Que looked at the vast Bailian, swallowed hard, looked at the increasingly sinister smile of his twelfth senior brother, and asked weakly: "Senior brother, although Haoran
Qi can strengthen muscles and bones, but I think my current physical strength is still not as strong as Tang Xiaotang's."
Ye Chao shook his head, pointed at the waterfall and said, "You can try it, but if it doesn't work, let's talk again."
Ning Que had a pitiful look on his face. Although he had gone through many hardships in seclusion in the cliff cave before, compared with diving under the waterfall, the former was more comfortable.
But he didn't seem to have the right to make a choice. After sighing, he walked towards the waterfall with difficulty.
At this moment, Ye Chao suddenly said again: "Junior brother, I'm actually just teasing you. Xiahou will be back from Tuyang City in eight months. Your practice like this won't have much effect. I
The main thing is to teach you how to live longer under Xiahou."
Ning Que turned his head and looked at Ye Chao with a resentful look on his face, complaining in his heart, Senior Brother Twelve, you are happy to tease me, but do you know how much psychological pressure I have just endured?
Of course, that's what I thought, but I couldn't say it like that. Ning Que chuckled and said in a flattering tone: "Thank you, twelfth senior brother, but I don't know what senior brother wants to teach me?"
Ye Chao touched his fist and took a step forward. The grass under his feet broke instantly because he could not withstand the huge force. Then a white fist like a red sleeve holding water drops appeared in front of Ning Que.
Ning Que's eyes widened. He did not expect that the twelfth senior brother would suddenly punch him, nor did he expect that this punch was very similar to the one that shattered the mist in the misty valley on the north side of Daming Lake.
The indomitable momentum, like the actual murderous intention, this seems to be that punch.
The wind of the fist is like a storm carrying countless sand and stones in the wilderness, and the blow on the face is like a knife blade slicing across it.
Ning Que wanted to resist, but under the influence of the fist, he found that the Haoran Qi in his body was like a tortoise crawling slowly on the sand. In other words, the punch was too fast, and the Haoran Qi moved very slowly.
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Driven by instinct, he could only raise his arm to block it, but even with his instinctive speed, he only raised his arm half a minute before the fist appeared in front of his forehead.
However, Ye Chao was not Xiahou, and he could not have any real murderous intention towards Ning Que, so that fist did not really hit Ning Que's forehead.
Of course, Ye Chao has always believed that one thing is right. If you want a person to remember failure clearly, pain is necessary.
The fist that stopped in front of Ning Que's forehead popped out his index finger, and a roar came from Ning Que's mouth that seemed to pierce the sound of a waterfall and falling rocks.
Ning Que covered his forehead and squatted on the ground. He looked at Ye Chao with a grin and said, "Twelfth Senior Brother, it hurts!"
Ye Chao sneered and said: "You were already dead in the first round of the battle with Xia Hou. Come again."
Before Ning Que could react, a foot carrying fierce wind kicked towards him.
"It hurts!"
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At dusk, Sang Sang, Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang came to the back cliff. Looking at Ning Que with a bruised nose and swollen face, Chen Pipi, who had always wanted to beat him up, couldn't bear it. Sang Sang's eyes were filled with tears.
"You died one hundred and four times in one day. Just stop here today. Remember to go to Senior Brother Eleven for a bottle of Dida wine later."
Ning Que had a look of resentment on his face and bowed to Ye Chao while enduring the severe pain from every joint in his body.
Sangsang on the other side hurriedly stepped forward to help Ning Que, and the two of them limped away from the back cliff.
"Master, is this too cruel to my junior uncle?"
Ye Chao shook his head and said: "If he wants to kill Xiahou when he returns to seclusion, he must bear the pain."
Chen Pipi knew about the grudge between Ning Que and Xia Hou, but when Ye Chao said that Ning Que wanted to kill Xia Hou when he returned to seclusion, he couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows together because he knew that Xia Hou was very strong.
, and it’s a very strong one.
"Then junior brother will have to die even if he breaks through Zhiming."
Ye Chaodao: "Twenty years ago, Xiahou was a practitioner of the Demon Sect who knew his destiny. In the two years after he returned to the Tang Dynasty, he reached the peak of martial arts practice. He was stronger than the second senior brother and Ye Su. Killing him would cost half a life.
Theoretically, my junior brother is bound to die."
"The decision he made is difficult to change. Do we need to help him then?"
"Revenge naturally means cutting the enemy's will and life into pieces with your own hands. If you wanted to help, Xiahou would have died when he appeared on the shore of Daming Lake."
"Of course, I believe he can kill Xiahou."
Chen Pipi looked at the serious expression on his twelfth senior brother's face and wanted to say something, but then he thought about how confident he was in Ning Que when the academy opened two years ago.
"Let's go too."
Tang Xiaotang picked up the reclining chair on one side and followed closely behind his master.
Finally, Chen Pipi woke up, looked at the two figures disappearing in the setting sun, waved his fat hands a few times and followed them.
At the entrance of the academy, Sang Sang helped Ning Que get into the carriage, told the coachman the location of the Old Brush Shop, and then got in.
Just looking at the young master's bruised nose and swollen face, I felt very unhappy, and all my previous good feelings towards Ye Chao turned into anger.
"Seriously, Mr. Twelve, the young master is not a wooden figure used for boxing training. How could he do that?"
Ning Que waved his hand and said, "Don't say that. Brother Twelve is doing this for my own good."
Sangsang said dissatisfied: "You have been beaten like this, and you are still saying good things for the other party?"
Ning Que said: "I can feel that these injuries help stimulate the movement of Haoran Qi in my body, and based on Xiao Heizi's intelligence and the attack methods of Xiahou in the wasteland, today's twelfth senior brother really looks like Xiahou, or in other words
This afternoon he is Xiahou."
Sang Sang didn't understand Ning Que's words. She just looked at the young master's appearance and felt sad. She silently took out the medicinal wine Wang Chi gave him and applied it to him.
The carriage entered Chang'an City leisurely from the Zhuque Gate, then drove into the East City, and finally entered Lin 47 Lane.
Back at Lao Bizhai, Ning Que took out the map of Chang'an City that the emperor had given him when he handed it over to his eyes. He ignored the pain that came from Sangsang's massage on his body and stared at the map with his eyes.
Thinking about something.
After a long time, Sangsang saw that he was still staring at the map and thinking, and asked in confusion: "Master, what are you thinking about?"
"Laobi Zhai is still too small, shall we buy a bigger house?"
"where?"
Ning Que pointed to a small lake on the map and said, "This is a good place with mountains and rivers."
"Although the scenery around Yanming Lake is good, because it is far away from the busy city, the housing prices are not expensive and you can buy it."
"I mean to buy all the houses around Yanming Lake."
Sangsang took the map away and shook his head firmly. The houses by Yanming Lake are not expensive, but if you buy all the houses there, will you be able to survive?