Nightfall Chapter 89: Small town, butcher shop and knife

There is a middle-aged Taoist in Nianbian, wearing an ordinary robe, with an ordinary appearance, and an ordinary expression. He can't see anything special, and naturally no one knows his true identity.

Today's Xiling Temple coalition camp, there are more than a hundred red-clothed priests who secretly sneaked from Taoshan, the most powerful power of Taoism, are concentrated here, not in Taoshan Temple.

Such a terrifying force is not only waiting for Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan, but also Ning Que... When the news of the destruction of the Golden Account and the tragic death of Ada and the National Teacher reached Taoshan, Daomen began to prepare.

A few days ago, the news that Ning Que killed Hengmu in Qinghe also spread here. This fact caused the most powerful people in Xiling Temple to remain silent for a long time.

According to the speed at which Ning Que was rushing and killing people, he should not arrive much slower than the news. The master teacher, the police officer and the middle-aged Taoist began to silently prepare for the final battle.

Even if Ye Hongyu, Mo Shanshan and Ning Que formed some kind of tacit understanding, Xiling Temple felt that they would be able to complete their work because they had been preparing for a long time.

To their surprise, Ye Hongyu didn't come to attack, and Ning Que didn't come. If Ye Hongyu was sensitive to fighting and made her instinctively choose to wait and see, then what about Ning Que? Where did he go?

Ning Que didn't go anywhere.

Like the sentence that he told the soldiers and civilians of the Southern Jin Dynasty when he was looking at the sword pavilion that day, he stayed in the Southern Jin for a long time. Naturally, his stay was not for sightseeing. He also killed many people by the way.

Those who descend, don't kill.

Those who do not fall, kill.

Jiang is not Jiang Tang. But descended to the old sword pavilion.

These are the three sentences Ning Que told all the people of Southern Jin Dynasty.

When the Xiling Temple was ready to welcome him to go south, he stayed in the second most powerful kingdom in the world, began his declaration, and showed his coldness.

He murdered in Panshan County, in Linkang City, in the alleys, in the palace, the new emperor in Xiling Temple was killed by him, and the prime minister was killed by him. Many people were killed by him.

In the silent and suffocating waiting on the bank of the big river and the cold-blooded and brutal killing of Nan Jin. Time passed slowly and unstoppably. In the midsummer of the world, Ning Que disappeared without a trace once again in a cold scene.

What he left are those few words and blood debts, and the chaotic Nanjin.

The Southern Army and Yulin Army of Datang Town had already recovered Qinghe by then. After eliminating all the old cliques. After a short rest, he will continue southward. Where is there any way to resist in the Southern Jin Dynasty?

He really determined the trend of a national war in advance by himself. Why? Because he can kill people, and he is good at killing people. In the past, the person who could kill like this in the academy was Ke Haoran. It was only after too long a time interval that he was gradually forgotten by the world. What he is doing now is to remind people again.

He entered Weicheng, died in the Golden Tent, passed through Daze, and died in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Now he has disappeared again. I don't know which country he is going to and which country is about to perish?

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The midsummer is going away, and the heat is still hot. The Xiling Temple prepared for Ning Que by the river. I never waited for Ning Que to appear. He did not expect that he would suddenly appear near Xiling Temple at this time.

The former Xiling Temple refers to the Taoist Temple, and the latter Xiling Temple refers to the location. It is the majestic Taoshan Temple on the top of Taoshan Peak-from the town, you can just see the sacred place.

The **** horse came to the Kingdom of Xiling and walked silently in the small town in front of Taoshan. Compared with the sacred Taoist temple between the mountains in the distance, the small town was quiet and secular, forming a sharp contrast.

Ning Que was going to buy some roasted sweet potatoes to eat, but suddenly changed his mind when he entered the town. He thought for a while in silence, got off his horse, and took the reins to a simple shop in the east of town.

Getting off the horse is to show respect. Now there is no one in Xiling Temple worthy of his respect, but the person in that shop is worthy. Although he doesn't understand the character of that person, it is worth the time.

That is a butcher shop, the only butcher shop in the small town, just like the small town at the border of Song and Yan, there is only one butcher, and wherever that person is, there can only be one Butcher shop.

The summer heat is still very hot, the town is like being caged in a steamer, and the big dark horse who has been taking elixir and being taken by quack to eat the delicacy of the wasteland, even though the physique has long been transformed, still feels Nope, babbling and panting, it was Ning Que who also unbuttoned the neckline in front of the hospital.

The butcher shop is even more sultry. In the space surrounded by the smell of blood and the boiling water pot for hair removal, there is a masking breath and unbearable high temperature everywhere. The strong middle-aged man still wears a leather apron. , Standing in front of the thick chopping board and constantly waving the heavy knife, there was not a single drop of sweat on the bronze-colored body.

The blade fell, and what was splashed was snowflakes formed by overflowing blood and fat.

Ning Que stood outside the threshold of the butcher shop, looked at the butcher behind the cutting board and said, "Hello."

The butcher did not look up at him, but continued to slurp the meat, saying: "General."

Ning Que was silent for a while and asked: "Did you see her?"

The butcher stopped beating the meat, took a piece of cloth from the rope, wiped his face indiscriminately, and wiped his hands.

Ning Que continued: "I beat her for a long time, but I haven't found her."

The butcher threw the wet cloth on the butcher knife at random, looked at him and said: "You are not as fast as the three of them, naturally not as fast as the three of them."

There are two fast words in one sentence, the first one is speed, and the latter is the time to find her.

Ning Que thought for a while, nodded politely, and said, "Thank you, then I'll go first."

The butcher stretched out his hand and held the handle of the knife through the damp cloth so that he wouldn't slip.

"Where are you going?"

"I will continue to look for her."

"You need to kill someone to find her?"

"I thought that even if I couldn't find her, I could at least force the viewer back."

"You have killed tens of thousands of people, and Chen did not appear, so why continue to kill?"

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the butcher and said, "I thought that people who have experienced Yongye like you and the alcoholic would not care about these things we are doing now. Doesn't it?"

Yong Ye is the most tragic story in the world. There are countless most tragic pictures. The butcher has experienced, seen, pained, and feared, so naturally he would not care about the things that Ning Que and Dao Men did.

He said: "I just have something and I always wanted to ask you academy."

Ning Que turned and looked at him for a long time, and said, "Have you asked before?"

The butcher said: "Master and Ke Haoran. I can't beat them either."

The hidden meaning in this sentence is clear.

His question must not be a good question. He couldn't beat it before, so there was no answer. Now the next generation of the academy is not his opponent, so he wants to get the answer he wants.

Ning Que's expression became more peaceful. Even seemed a little proud. Said: "You ask."

Start with these few conversations. He no longer represents himself-the ordinary man looking for his wife-but the representative of the academy, so he must be calmer and more confident.

The butcher raised the meat knife on the chopping board. Horizontally in front of you.

With this action, Ning Que felt that the threshold of the butcher shop seemed to rise a bit with the ground.

The seemingly ordinary, thick and oily butcher knife is as heavy as a mountain.

"The master always talks about being tolerant, and the college always talks about being human, even if Ke Haoran killed so many people back then, he still is like that. He feels that he has never been wrong, that is, killing is for the sake of humanity, just like the academy and you now Doing these things is the same, do you kill half of the world for the sake of the world?"

The butcher looked at him and said, "Save the common people? Me and the alcoholic do not have such a big wish, but why does your teacher use this wish to judge our right from wrong? Why is your college doing things right? Only according to you The way to save is to save? Why do the common people want you to save?"

Ning Que looked at him quietly and said: "There is a saying that asks no ghosts and gods to ask the common people, who is right, or really only time can prove, but at least what we see with our ears is heard Yes, Tang Guo has proved in a thousand years that what the teacher did is at least relatively correct."

"That's because he has the biggest fist."

The butcher said with a blank face: "Fisting is a big deal, the college is such a place?"

Ning Que thought of the little uncle, of the third elder sister and himself, and was silent for a long time. Then he thought of the teacher again, of the elder brother and the second elder brother, and sorted out the things he had already figured out more clearly.

"You are not talking about academy, nor is it Tang Guo."

He looked at the butcher and said: "The college is a land of gentlemen, and Datang is a country of gentlemen, but I am not. Gentlemen can be deceived. I don't want to be a gentleman. I would rather perish forever and be perverted, and try to be a teacher. Wish."

The butcher said: "What good is it for you to let the soul walk in the underworld?"

Ning Que looked at him and said seriously: "Freedom...Although the word is now easy to make people feel greasy, just like the knife in your hand, there is no freedom, it's really boring."

The butcher said: "...even if it is unknown and dangerous?"

Ning Que said: "You should vaguely guess where I came from, then you should know that my words are correct. I have seen that the real should be like that."

The butcher was silent for a long time, and then said: "There is the underworld."

"If you insist that the real world is the underworld," Ning Que said.

The butcher looked at him and said: "In the past, the Taoist said that you were the son of the Pluto. In fact, that was wrong, but it was actually right, because you will bring this world into the underworld."

Ning Que was silent for a long time, thinking about the change of identity over the years, thinking about the stories and escapes in the past, feeling a little absurd and a little sad.

He said: "It seems, it is true."

The butcher said: "The world...Why enter the underworld?"

Ning Que said: "Why not?"

The butcher said: "It's cold there."

Ning Que said: "But, it's also very big."

After saying this, the inside and outside of the butcher shop became quiet, because it was too quiet, so it was dead. The dead pig in the shop looked at the two people with rounded eyes, and the sheep head in the boiling water pot also squinted. Watch them.

They have each other's ideas, but there is no consensus, so they will die.

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(In order to keep that tone, I definitely don’t have time to revise it, and I can’t look back. The writing will definitely be rough, and I will find time to revise it later. I hereby report it.) Hurry!