There is an inconspicuous tea shop behind Yipinxuan, a famous restaurant in Xicheng, Chang'an .
There were two people sitting behind the bamboo mat deep in the tea shop. The short and fat middle-aged man kept wiping the sweat on his forehead. It seemed that Xia Mo's stuffiness had a great impact on him, even the Hebei accent when he spoke. It also seems a little dry.
"You are a secret guard, and you always have to do what you should do. What's wrong with going to the wasteland this time and helping with the task? I just let you see, but I'm not asking you to investigate any case."
This short and fat middle-aged man is Xu Chongshan, the deputy commander of the Great Inspector. He went out of the palace today to have a secret meeting with Ning Que. Ning Que, who was sitting opposite, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and began to wipe his sweat like him. It was obvious that his sweat was not due to the stuffy late summer weather, but because of what the other party said.
"General Xiahou...what a person is that? What kind of person do you want me to see him? See how many beards he has grown or how many times a day to go to the toilet? Lord Xu, I know this is what Your Majesty means, but you have to think about it. , with General Xiahou's temper, if he finds that I'm peeping in secret, he will definitely be angry. At that time, find a place where no one is, slap me into a paste, then wrap it into a bun and feed it to the horse. Who can stand up for me? ? "
"If General Xiahou really can't keep any evidence, Tang Lu is above, neither the palace nor the academy can come forward for you. If you can leave evidence of his attack before you die, it would be fine...
"Haha, you know I'm telling a joke."
Ning Que put down his handkerchief and looked at Commander Luo who was smiling awkwardly, thinking that this joke was not very funny.
It is very likely that he would meet Xiahou when he went to the wasteland. If he had the chance, he would of course want to check the other party, but this matter was too dangerous. Unexpectedly, he received this request at this time - it seems that His Majesty still does not respect Xiahou after all How can I rest assured, what role can I play in this process?
Seeing him silent, Commander Xu thought he was still resistant and comforted him, "Don't worry too much, Your Majesty's meaning is very simple. You just need to look at General Xiahou's reaction from the side, and see what you see after returning to Beijing. I told Your Majesty that you don't have to take any risks."
"Your Majesty likes you, you are a student of the Master. Although General Xiahou is violent and cold, he is not the wild boar in the mountains with brute force and fierce intentions. He is not stupid and will not offend you for no reason."
Ning Que thought to himself what if he offended Xiahou by then?
"No problem?" Xu Chongshan picked up the handkerchief and wiped his sweat again, looking at him with hope, and said, "If it's okay, I'll go to the palace to reply. If there is anything uneasy in Chang'an City, tell me, I'll tell me, Come and do it."
Ning Que said, "You know I have a shop in Lin47 Lane..."
Xu Chongshan slapped his chest hard, showing an extremely heroic look, and said, "I'll show you!"
Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile: "The main reason is that there is a little maid. I want to ask the guard department to take care of me."
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The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty sent a secret guard to watch the words and deeds of the imperial general. If this matter was spread, it would definitely cause a political turmoil. Therefore, in order to keep it secret, His Majesty the Emperor did not summon Ning Que to the palace at all, but let him Xu Chongshan found a secret place outside the palace and secretly passed on a secret decree.
After receiving the secret decree, Ning Que should have sealed this matter in the deepest part of his heart and told him not to tell anyone, but there has never been any secret between him and Sangsang, so when he returned to Lin47 Lane Sangsang, who was about to cook, immediately learned the specific content of the secret order.
She looked at Ning Que at the window and asked, "Is it dangerous?"
Ning Que lifted the brush and looked at her through the window and said, "The main thing is to observe the face and color, and then inquire about it. Xu Chongshan said it well. There is no danger in this matter at all. If there is really danger, I will just not do it."
Sangsang lowered his head and continued to wash rice, asking, "So you agreed?"
Ning Que lowered his head and continued to draw the talisman, saying, "As His Majesty's little secret spy, the young generation of the Tang Dynasty is the key to cultivating the people. The so-called empire uses me, and I will win... Well, it will not be necessary to win, and I must admit my life You should be very clear about the reason why I don't refuse."
Having the opportunity to approach Xiahou, taking His Majesty the Emperor's secret order to observe Xiahou, and even finding opportunities to avenge him, is an opportunity that Ning Que, who has been waiting for fourteen years, cannot be missed.
Sangsang didn't say anything, rubbed the rice hard in the basin with his little hands. The water gradually turned into something like rice slurry. I don't know how many layers of rice had been rubbed off by her, and her figure became thinner and darker.
"If you let me wash this rice a few more times, can I still steam it?"
Ning Que put his pen on the inkstone, looked at the picture outside the window, and said after a moment of silence, "Don't worry, my current level is not enough for Xiahou to poke a finger, so naturally he won't be idiots to take revenge immediately."
Sangsang stood up, wiped his hands on his apron, turned around and looked at him behind the window and said, "Young Master, since you can't take me there, then you must hold back when you see Xiahou."
"When the academy was admitted to the hospital last year, did I see Prince Li Peiyan? Did I resist it?" Ning Que shook his head and said, "We are hunters who grew up in Minshan Mountains. The patience we have when dealing with prey is our most powerful weapon."
"What kind of luggage do you need to prepare?"
"It's still the same as the third child."
He was about to take the college students to the border wasteland. He might see Xiahou. Ning Que was a little excited and more nervous. Thinking about the possible dangers, he became more and more anxious to successfully develop the talisman arrow .
After dinner that day, Sangsang rolled up his trouser legs, sat by the well and began to cut feathers and grind clusters for him . He was fully focused on the white paper on the desk, constantly drawing complex rune lines.
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Not all places in the wasteland are desolate. Before the strong winter wind arrives, most of the ground is covered with felt-like grass. However, when the Central Plains is late in summer, the wasteland will feel the slightly cold autumn in advance. The grass began to turn yellow and white, showing a bit of solemn smell.
Horse hooves stepped into the mud with a frost grass taller than their companions . With a slight neighing and heavy breathing, more and more war horses appeared on the meadow, and the elite cavalry of the left tent royal court escorted the tribe to the south. move.
In further south , more than a thousand grassland cavalry waving scimitars and shouting strange sounds, broke through the Yanbei border, instantly occupying a tourist village , surrounding a caravan.
Blood began to spray along the gaps cut by the scimitar, the summer grain harvested by the village began to flow along the gaps cut by the scimitar, and precious tea salt buns began to spill down the gaps cut by the scimitar.
The villagers of Yandi and the caravan guards cried and fell into a pool of blood. Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, just like those heavy grain bags and caravan goods, losing their lives in an instant.
The grassland cavalry shouted excitedly, and after killing everyone, they began to re-attach the vehicle clumsyly, moving all the food and goods they could find to the vehicle, and then returning north.
Summer is over, autumn is coming, and winter is naturally not far away. The Zuozhang Wangting tribe, which lost the fertile grassland in the north , could not raise too many cattle, sheep and livestock. If they did not hurry up and grab enough food before the first snow came, then the tribe would be very likely. A catastrophe is coming.
As for the villages they killed and the caravans, whether they should have endured such a tragic encounter is not a question that the grassland barbarians need to consider.
In fact, people on the wasteland knew the importance of the caravan. However, now they are facing panic in front of them. Even the wisest military advisor of the Wangting will not force them to think about long-term problems.
The borders in northern Yan were captured by the barbarian cavalry on the grassland, countless caravans were plundered by blood, and the food from countless villages was robbed. These news was quickly spread to all parts of Yan by the wind on the wasteland, and then gathered in the palace.
Prince Chongming, who had just returned to China for not long, calmly put on his armor under the cold gaze of his father on his sickbed, led 3,000 guards to the northern border.
The city gates were wide open, and the rituals and music were masterpieces. The people of Yan who were watching the fun did not look too excited on their faces. The eyes of the prince's carriage looked extremely cold.
The left tent royal court on the wasteland was unable to restrain all tribes at all. The barbarian cavalry were already crazy. The frontier troops of Yan State and the thousands of guards who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun could not stop the horses. Like the wind, arrows walk like gods in the grassland cavalry.
Fortunately, the Xiling Temple has issued an edict, and all the countries in the Central Plains will support it in the future, and the hateful and terrifying Tang State will also send their cavalry. What a humiliating but helpless choice for the king and people of Yan State.
This is Chengjing, the capital of a weak country.
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The mountain behind the academy, the morning light is dim and the mountain fog is gradually dissipating .
The fourth and sixth brothers sat cross-legged beside the water wheel. After meditating and adjusting breathing, they looked at each other and began to repeat the discussion process that they had been repeating for several days. There was a magical sand tray between the two. The complex rune lines on the sand tray slowly moved forward, and then formed various possibilities.
In the iron room very close to Qingxi, the water steam is constantly thicker with the infusion of the water truck. In the furnace with raging flames, some silver-like metals are slowly softening and melting.
Senior Sister Qi, who had just gotten up, stood upstream of Qingxi, looked at the silent and worried expressions on his faces. After a moment of silence, she threw the wet towel in her hand on a stone, turned around and walked towards the waterfall far away from the cliff.
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There is a mountain about seventy miles away from the capital of Southern Jin.
This mountain is not as majestic and high as the mountain behind the Nansu Academy in Chang'an , and is covered by clouds all day long. Instead, it is calm and exposed under the clear sunshine. Every cliff and every rock appears like that clear.
The overall shape of the mountain is also very clear. The cliffs on three sides are relatively smooth, reflecting the light from the sky, shining, and then gathering at the top of the peak, looking like a sword.
The sect of Liu Bai , the world's most powerful swordsman , is at the foot of the mountain. It is an old-style ancient pavilion with distinct black and white colors.
Dozens of young practitioners knelt on their knees and saluted respectfully to the ancient pavilion.
Behind them there was a sword tightly tied up by a straw rope. Unlike the flying swords of ordinary sword masters, these swords were relatively long and larger, more like swords used by warriors, and each was quietly hidden in the sheath.
The young swordsmen knelt respectfully on the ground, and the ancient pavilion was quiet. I don't know how long it took, a sound as calm as a sword but sharp as a sword sounded. The sound was as sharp as it could pierce the solid behind the sword pavilion. The cliff wall can pierce any tangible thing in the world.
"Don't come back if you are embarrassed."
Listening to this voice, dozens of young swordsmen kneeling on the ground had a slightly stiff expression, and they seemed extremely nervous and extremely excited. They stood up and walked out loudly.
Dozens of horses were neighing and waiting.
The young man rode his horse and left the master's sect and headed north.
This is Jiange, a place where the strong take care of them.
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The surging Yellow River, the turbid waves rolled, and countless waves were lost. The ferry boatman held a bamboo pole and knelt respectfully on both sides of the wooden path.
Back then, the sword saint Liu Bai realized the surging sword intent next to this Yellow River .
Today, the younger generation of practitioners in the Dahe Kingdom have to cross this Yellow River and head to the north.
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Under the white tower by the sea .
A woman with wrinkles on her face, wearing a strange dress made of countless pieces of cloth, staring indifferently at the descendants of her life, and her voice was hoarse and weird, saying, "If you want to go to Yanbei, you need to pass through Tang." In the realm, the court has issued documents, but it's okay for you to leave. I believe the Tang people will not make things difficult for you."
A young ascetic monk looked at the woman in surprise and asked, "Master Quni, don't you go with us?"
A vicious hatred flashed in the old woman's eyes and said sternly: "A place of sin that is corrupt and without faith like Tang State, a smear of dust on my shoes will make me feel disgusted."
This sister of the Lord of Yuelun has been practicing Buddhism since she was a child. She has a profound level of practice and has a very high status in the Buddhist sect . At present, these young practitioners who have been to Yanbei under the orders of Xiling can be said to be her disciples.
She looked at the juniors who were on standby and said coldly and proudly: "I walked from the north and passed Minshan directly, and I want to see if anyone in Tang State would stop me."
This is the Moon Wheel Kingdom, a place where Buddha's light shines.
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The horse's hooves step on the plump and fertile field, as if they can squeeze out oil.
Hundreds of knights were moving forward in the warm sunshine, wearing pure black armor, with complex and unobstructed golden patterns on the armor. The surface of the black armor and the golden patterns kept flashing in the bright light, revealing a stream of light. Solemn beauty and pressure.
Thousands of devout believers of Haotian Sect were about to kneel down and worship the mountain . Listening to the sound of thunderous hooves, they were shocked to avoid the tree by the road. After they saw the face of the knight, they quickly knelt down and kowtowed. Full of surprise and awe.
Xiling Protectors of the Holy Cavalry, known as the most elite cavalry in the world. The believers who bowed devoutly beside the road usually think that they were the ancestors who accumulated virtue. Today, they saw hundreds of holy cavalrymen, and they couldn't help but feel surprised. A woman fainted in excitement when she looked at the solemn and solemn appearance of the Holy Cavalry.
Some wealthy and well-informed believers probably guessed the reason why these provocations were dispatched, but they still didn't understand. They were just barbarians on the grassland causing trouble. Why did the temple attach so much importance to it?
Among the hundreds of sacred cavalrymen, there were several priests of the Haotian Taoist Sect wearing red Taoist robes. Among the sacred cavalrymen, the young sacred cavalry general, was handsome like an extraordinary man. Walking in the sun, his armor seemed to be plated. A layer of divine light of the sky is perfect like a son of god and cannot be violated.
This is Xiling, a place favored by Haotian .
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The mountain behind the academy is shrouded in the deep night.
Ning Que put the rune drawing on the table and sat down tiredly in the corner. After watching the shaking fire for a while, he fell asleep unknowingly. These days, he was extremely tired and his brain power was squeezed. To the extreme.
"In such a short time, I actually came up with a solution. I praised my junior brother for being a genius on Fudao that day. He did not disappoint me." The fourth senior brother looked at the lines on the paper and looked at the corner again. Ning Que, who was sleeping deeply, said, "I don't know what gave him such a strong motivation."
While calculating the metal ratio required for the talisman and arrow material, Senior Brother Six lowered his voice and said, "I can feel that the junior brother is very anxious... It seems that he is worried about something, and I don't know if it's going to the wasteland."
The fourth senior brother said, "The Wasteland... Xiling Temple is worried about the resurrection of the Demon Sect. After all, the junior brother is from the academy. What should I worry about? Could it be that the remnants of the Demon Sect were not killed by the junior uncle in the past? "
Senior Brother Six asked honestly: "Senior Brother, I don't understand the logical relationship of this sentence very much. Uncle Junior killed the Demon Sect miserably back then. If Junior Brother met people from the Demon Sect again, shouldn't he be more worried? "
The fourth senior brother looked at him and asked, "Do you think the Minister of Rites of the Empire will be worried about being killed by the Yan people when he goes to Yan State?"
Senior Brother Six raised his head, thought for a moment and said, "Of course not. If the Minister of Rites visits Chengjing, as long as one hair is missing, Yan State will probably face a catastrophe."
"As the same simple truth."
The fourth senior brother said calmly: "If the people from the Demon Sect dare to hurt a little hair, isn't the Demon Sect afraid of coming to a catastrophe? Are you afraid of being slaughtered by the Master again?"
"But uncle is dead."
"Uncle Master is dead, but the master is not dead yet, not to mention that the second senior brother always wants to have the opportunity to learn from the junior uncle."
"What are you worried about?"
The fourth senior brother looked at Ning Que, who was still frowning while sleeping, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know, but he is the junior brother. Of course, we senior brothers must find a way to prevent him from being afraid."
"What solution?"
"First get the talisman arrows ready for him."
"oh."
The conversation ended, and the heavy ironshots in the room rang out continuously. The sixth senior brother waved his arms so quickly that he was like a afterimage . The ironshots were strung together, like a thunder that never stopped. However, even with such a sound, He also failed to awaken Ning Que, who was extremely tired .
The fourth senior brother kept simulating the runes designed by Ning Que with the sand table. He referred to the side notes written by Ning Que on the paper, tried various different talisman lines , and even began to try to recombinate these lines with formations.
The material of the talisman arrow is special. Although the weight has been reduced by the exquisite air-tube design of Senior Brother Six, it is still too heavy to be used compared to ordinary feather arrows . Then ordinary hardwood bows cannot be used. Before creating the talisman arrows , the first thing they have to do is to make a special bow first.
As the sound of iron continues and as the sound of iron pouring into the mud mold continues, gradually, the strange hard bow component composed of mixed steel strips gradually forms partly, and the most important part is in the sixth place. After careful consideration of the senior brother, a faint luster began to shine.
The fourth senior brother completely mastered Ning Que 's design of the talisman line , walked over to guide the design of that part, and looked at the sixth senior brother's seemingly stupid fingers holding the silver tray like embroidery , he frowned and asked, "Carved." What are you going to use for a knife? The talisman arrow is made of extremely hard and requires very preciseness. Ordinary carving knives are completely useless."
Senior Brother Six smiled, took out a small box from his arms, took out a transparent stone particle wrapped in a secret metal sheet from the box, and said, "Use extremely hard silver as a tray, use Diamond as a carved knife."
"Diamonds have poor performance against hits."
"So I wrapped another layer of iron sheet under it. Of course it was not ordinary iron sheets, but also the alien steel left behind when we made the armor for General Xiahou together with Professor Huang."
"How is the sharpness?"
"I grinded for three days and the cutting surface is excellent, look."
Senior Brother Six raised the diamond to face the blazing fire. The bright yellow flames spread through the complex surfaces and turned into countless beautiful lights, just like the stars in the night sky.
Next, these two men who were used to silence and then silence decided that they could not make their junior brother afraid. The most difficult part of this work, that is, to create the body of the talisman arrow . It was also in this part that they encountered an inability. The problem solved.
"There is no problem with the proportion of the four types of metals. The key is that there are too many impurities inside. I chose the best material in the military, but the material itself has impurities, and it is difficult to refine the temperature of the fire now."
Senior Brother Six looked at the hot iron, scratched his head and said helplessly: "I have never tried this method before. Forcibly fusing these four metals, the temperature required is too high, and I don't know what to do."
At this moment, the door of the iron room was pushed open.
Senior Sister Qi walked into the door, looked at Ning Que who was sleeping in the corner and smiled, turned to look at them and said, "I brought two helpers here, I don't know if you need it."
The fourth senior brother looked at the two people behind her, bowed slightly , and then looked at Ning Que who was sleeping with a smile and said, "I finally understand why those talismans were unable to make talisman arrows. Let the two A great practitioner of the realm of knowing fate comes to be a blacksmith. Who can get such treatment except the junior brother?"
The second senior brother walked over without expression and snatched the heavy hammer.
Chen Pipi walked over with a smile, stood in front of the fire and slowly closed her eyes.
The fire suddenly became extremely bright, and then quickly turned into a faint blue.
The second senior brother helped Gu Guan on his head and swung his hammer with one hand to hit the burning red metal block.
There was a loud bang!
The hammer drops the anvil , and the strong air is sprayed like lightning.
Except for Chen Pipi , the rest of the people in the house were shocked and fell to the ground.
The huge impact sounded like a muffled thunder, resounding throughout the entire valley behind the academy.
There is no way to produce waves in the clear stream.
The fish are uneasy.
The woman with small calligraphy on the old bookstore with flowers on her hair was looking up at the east window, silent.
Two chess fools hugged slack.
Two silly voices hugged the flute and piano in their arms tightly .
The flower fool protects the flowers in front of him.
The bookworm is still lowering his head to copy books.
This is academy, a unique academy in the world.