"You really need to think about your sister." Ye Su's tone seemed to be sarcastic, but also affirmative.
Tang understood why Ye Su was mocking him, because besides being afraid of Yong Ye, he was also really afraid of the Academy, especially the Academy Twelve who slashed toward the sky that day, but he did not understand the affirmation in Ye Su's tone.
So I asked: "Why?"
Ye Su pointed at Qin Nian who walked into the main hall and said: "He was originally guarding outside, but you see him walking into the main hall, which shows that he is very afraid of accidents, and the accident must be caused by the academy."
Tang Shiran's doubts disappeared. After all, the academy is a place where lunatics are born. Back then, Ke Haoran dared to point his sword at the sky. Twelve members of the Academy by Daming Lake also slashed at the sky with their swords. Looking at the Buddha's light in the hall that had not yet dispersed, he was afraid.
The fourteenth member of the Academy named Ning Que was also a madman, so it seemed understandable that he risked the whole world to save the son of Hades.
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In the sword pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, a middle-aged scholar appeared in the middle of the empty sword pond at some point. He was wearing a washed and whitened shabby cotton-padded jacket, with a book and an old wooden ladle hanging on his waist.
In a pavilion of Jian Tower, Liu Bai opened the thin curtain hanging in front of his eyes and looked at the middle-aged scholar.
"I didn't expect it to be Mr. Big."
Li slowly smiled elegantly and said: "Xiao Twelve said that I am very kind. Going to Lanke Temple to face those hypocritical monks was very detrimental to me, and Pavilion Master Liu is very direct and will not lie, so in general
He said, it is most suitable for me to come here."
It seemed that because Li slowly mentioned Twelve, a smile flashed across Liu Bai's stern face and he said: "Twelve is asking me to accept his favor, and he is acting rogue."
Li slowly said: "He has always been a rogue."
A sword light fell like a feather, and Liu Bai walked in front of Li Manman.
"Now I want to ask a question."
"Excuse me."
"The son of Pluto is not the 14th Academy member, so why does the Academy still take action?"
"The teacher asked me, Jun Mo and Xiao Twelve a question half a year ago, asking us how we should view the Son of Pluto and Yong Ye. In fact, it also gave us a choice as to how we should do it."
Liu Bai said: "Then it must be very difficult for you to make the choice you make now."
Li slowly pointed to the wooden gourd with many cracks in his hand and said: "I started to make this choice very early, so it cracked very early. After the master asked us about that night, Jun Mo's crown
After getting a new one, Xiao Twelve went to Houya to stay for three months."
Liu Bai sighed and said: "It's just that I am a guest in Xiling after all, and I am not just me, so if Mr. Da wants to stop me, he will have to do it after all."
Li Manman smiled still elegantly, stretched out his right arm and said: "Master Liu Pavilion, please."
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In the main hall of Lanke Temple, when the monk walked in, everyone became silent and their eyes were focused on him.
Ning Que also looked at that person. If he was confident that he could get out of trouble with the help of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows and the Big Black Umbrella before, he was not even half sure now because that person was a contemporary of Qin Nian, the Buddhist sect.
A ruthless person who forcibly swallowed his own tongue into his belly in order to practice silent meditation. For a person who has such a will to practice, as long as he is given time, he will definitely reach the heights of Liu Bai and his twelfth senior brother.
It seemed that because of his entrance, the chanting of the monks in red clothes sitting cross-legged inside and outside the hall was countless times louder than before. The Buddha's light that filled the hall became rich, just like the light before the violent summer rain.
Normally thick clouds.
Qi Nian didn't say anything. He looked at the two masters and servants who looked at the scene with calm expressions. He didn't think that the two masters and servants would survive before someone came from the academy, or in other words, even if someone came from the academy, they might not take action.
As for how he will bear the wrath of the academy in the future, it doesn't matter to him. After all, he is going to offend the academy for the sake of the world. After all, killing the son of Hades and bearing the wrath of the academy himself is a big deal for Buddhism and even the world.
, is an absolutely cost-effective thing.
The arrow whistled through the air, and the shining silver arrow of Yuan Shisan appeared in front of Qi Nian almost at the same time as the arrow whistle sounded.
Ning Que is not a hesitant person, nor is he a person who likes to make appointments. When he was still five years old, he carried Sang Sang across the wild beast-infested Min Mountain. Now he is a great practitioner in the realm of knowing fate.
He was countless times stronger back then, so how could he be appointed?
Another point is that he always firmly believed that someone would come from the academy. Even though he guessed from the conversation with Master Qishan that Master already knew that Sangsang was the son of Pluto, he still believed it.
A touch of Buddha's cloud appeared in Qi Nian's hand. The hand, which was several times softer than that of a woman, popped out of the wide cuff. The index finger and middle finger were slightly apart, as if picking up a green leaf falling from the sky.
The Thirteen Yuan arrows that pierced Long Qing and made Xiahou dare not fight head-on were held in Qi Nian's hands.
However, that arrow was forged by the combined efforts of several gentlemen from the academy. Qi Nian caught it so lightly, there was no way he wouldn't pay the price.
The sharpness between the arrows pierced his sleeve, and the huge force on the arrow shaft knocked him back several steps. Two drops of bright red blood with golden color slipped from his fingertips.
The arrow came so fast, and Qi Nian took the arrow too fast, so fast that everyone was almost still shocked by Qi Nian's appearance.
The blood fell to the ground, and it was extremely clear in the dead silence. Master Baoshu woke up from the shock of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. Without any hesitation, he shook the Bon Lan Bell in his hand. At the same moment, the person in Washan
Twelve hanging bronze bells ring at the same time.
The Buddha cloud above the main hall suddenly changed, as urgent as summer rain, and the Buddha's light as vast as waves fell on Sang Sang at this moment.
The black smoke of the big black umbrella was swallowed up, and the umbrella surface was dented because it could not withstand the rain-like Buddha's light. In fact, the greasy black umbrella surface seemed to be thinning because of the Buddha's light.
Sang Sang fell off Ning Que's back, black blood still pouring out of his mouth, and his white hands still tightly grasped the handle of the big black umbrella.
She always remembered what the young master once said to her. It was not easy for us. It was not easy. We fought hard to survive. Since we worked so hard to survive, we cannot die easily.
Yes, how can we die so easily?
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At the same time, the moment Sangsang jumped off his back, Ning Que pulled out his sword and rushed towards Qinian, silently reciting the formula for killing ghosts and gods.
Normally, he would choose the treasure tree that was the least threatening to him but the greatest threat to Sangsang. But when he glanced at Mo Shanshan in the corner and took out a talisman folded into stones,
Then he rushed towards Qin Nian resolutely.
The awe-inspiring energy circulated rapidly in his body, and an invisible edge appeared on the narrow blade that could definitely tear apart mountains and rivers.