Chapter 92 Washing Blood with Blood

Ning Que raised his head and looked at him with a expressionless face, "But there are always some benefits to being tired. A guy who has studied mathematics in the college will take the mathematics subject. He will not find it difficult to see the difficult questions, but will only do it. I think it's a lot better than the tiredness I've been in this life."

"I came to such a ghost place for no reason. I spent a few years in the General's Mansion. As a result, because of you, the good days have passed. Everyone I knew died, my father died, my mother died, and I am so angry. I am only four years old, but I have to consider the problem of survival or death. Do you think I am tired?"

When he was four years old, he held the hatchet tight for the first time and killed people for the first time. Then he watched the slightly black blood flow along the head of the hatchet and turned into a sticky semi-solid body. At that time, he was I knew that chocolate hotpot was a very disgusting thing. Afterwards, he washed his hands countless times, but he always felt that he could not wash away the bloody smell and the faint rust smell attached to the hatchet. This smell always accompanied him for a full twelve years. Years.

He stretched his right hand into the rain and let the rain keep rinsing, but he always felt that he could not rinse off the sticky blood between his fingers. He said with a pale face and sadness: "I haven't killed anyone before, but I'm killing people now It's easier than doing the exams back then. I've never been married, but I have to take a small oil bottle across the Minshan Mountains. Looking at someone, I feel that he wants to kill me and then snatch the oil bottle away as a little wife. , do you think I'm tired? "

"It's your fault that I'm so tired, so I can only become more relaxed if I kill you all. Only when all the blood in your body is flowing will I feel that the blood on my hands is washed away, so you can Thinking it was a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes I think it's more like washing my hands."

Ning Que looked at the dying old man and said, "Use your blood to wash the blood on my hands."

After saying this, he squatted down and picked up the hatchet beside the old man, looked at the old man and said, "As for the question of whether you can keep your eyes closed, I will ask when I see the heads of the general's mansion when I arrive in the underworld. I believe that you, a boring guy like you who live a life of despair, who can't live both in a state of loyalty and righteousness, cannot use suffering as atonement. You will definitely not be able to close your eyes."

He leaned into the old man's ear and whispered, then held the hat tightly, cut off the old man's neck skillfully, stood up, picked up the hat in the rainwater in the yard, and put it on his head again. , opened the ward door and walked out.

The rain was still falling in the yard, and the iron striking sounds were still heard in the iron yard in front. No one slashed the pile of firewood outside the firewood trough again, and the hatchet was wedged in the old man's neck.

Former General Xuanwei Deputy General Chen Zixian, the current old craftsman in the East City of Chang'an stared at the raindrops falling from the sky. His cold eyes were filled with dull despair, and he could not close it, allowing the rain to hit him. On the eyes, rinse the blood clean.

Under the big black umbrella outside the slums, Sangsang silently looked at the direction of the alley. His posture has not changed since the beginning. His little feet wearing old shoes have always stood in the same place. The rain is getting heavier and heavier and wet She took off her hair and clothes on her left shoulder, but she didn't want to take a few steps back to hide under the eaves.

There was no one at the entrance of the alley, but footsteps sounded. She turned her head and looked at her, and she saw Ning Que, wearing a hat, walked out of a road intersection on the west side. Her cheeks were extremely pale in the shadow of the hat. She hurriedly held an umbrella on her She covered him with rain before, and then quickly left the streets while no one was paying attention.

The second name on the oil paper list was finally crossed out today. Chen Zixian, who was killed, was one of the direct murderers in the case of the general's house's family destruction. However, when he returned to Ning Que from the old Bizhai in Linsuo 47, he looked at his emotions. It was not very good to go up. After drying the rain on my body and face, I lay down on the bed without even washing my feet and started to sleep.

These days he suffered hard in the old bookstore. Both his body and his spirit were extremely weak. Today he killed someone in the rain. The string that collapsed in his spirit collapsed to the extreme, and then suddenly loosened. When the spring rain is slightly cold, it will be like a muddy flow in spring, and it will be difficult to get up again.

The slightly cold body could not feel much heat. Even though Sangsang had covered him with two quilts, he stared at the newly covered roof with a lot of paper and murmured, "You know why I must go to the academy." Do you know why I have to stay in the old bookstore even though I have fought hard? Do you know why I have to step into that world?"

Sangsang was squatting at the door and busy cooking ginger soup. He ignored the nonsense he would talk about once a year or a half, and had no time to answer his boring questions.

Ning Que turned his head hard, looked at the thin body squatting beside the threshold, and smiled after a long silence, "This question is really a bit nonsense, of course you know... But others don't know, like it, it's actually the most vulnerable The most powerful reason is that killing a censor and an old blacksmith is so hard to do. If I were still the same as me now, I had three swords to look like a very powerful person... How could I have the ability to kill Xiahou and kill the prince? "

"Xiahou is too powerful." He turned his head, stared at the newly pasted yellow paper on the roof again, and murmured: "How to kill the peak of martial arts? If I don't embark on the path of cultivation, I will never want to kill him in my life."

"Your Highness the Princess said that if you insist on going to the old bookstore every day, something will happen to your health." Sangsang sat down on the bed with the hot ginger soup and struggled to help him up halfway, whispering: " I don't know if you can embark on the path of cultivation at that time. Before Xiahou dies, you will have to die of illness first."

Ning Que took the ginger soup, licked his lips weakly, drank it sipped, and whispered in the gap between drinking: "Hope may be vain, but hope is better than hopeless, so you have to work hard."

Sangsang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "Young Master, have you ever thought that if Master Haotian really makes you unable to embark on the path of cultivation, what can you do?"

Ning Que handed her the bowl, wiped the sweat from her forehead weakly, and after a smile, he said slowly and calmly: "If Master Haotian is so bad... Hehe, he is verbally rude, then I must It's against the will of heaven."

What is the meaning of talking nonsense? Sangsang thought that the young master had indeed started to talk nonsense intermittently again, so he put him flat in anger, then went to wash dishes and prepare dinner, and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que's nonsense became more because he had a fever, his pale cheeks were covered with unhealthy blush, and his eyes, which were occasionally opened, were gloomy, and from time to time, on the rooftop yellow paper and Sangsang Xiao The reply between his face, as if he could not focus, his dry and peeling lips said hoarse and slightly difficult words.

Bicycle back seat, registration fee, teenage palace, hatchet, chocolate, blood. The oil bottle is blood; Minshan, blood; Weicheng, blood; grassland, blood; the general's mansion is full of blood.

"Why? Why?...Why?"

He grabbed Sangsang's cold little hand, but his eyes didn't know where it fell. He frowned tightly and pursed his lips. The wine vortex looked like a sad question mark, his face full of grievance, and he kept talking about these three It looks very pitiful.

Sangsang changed a wet towel on his forehead, hugged him in his arms, patted him gently on the back, and whispered: "Yes, it's all their fault. It has nothing to do with you, Master, it's all about it." No, they are all bad guys."

In the early morning, the rain in Chang'an City stopped, and Ning Que's fever subsided. He opened his eyes in a daze, feeling a burning pain in his throat. He habitually wanted to call Sangsang to pour water to drink, but I found someone beside me. I turned my head and looked at it with difficulty. I saw Sangsang sitting half-sitting on the head of the bed, and he had fallen asleep at some point.

He looked at her with apology. He forced himself to get out of bed and pour water, but he still alarmed Sangsang behind him. Sangsang woke up in shock, pushed him down on the bed again, and then jumped down.

Ning Que looked at her busy back and suddenly spoke, "Am I useless?"

Sangsang handed the teacup to his lips, tried the temperature, and replied, "Young Master, you are talking nonsense again."

Ning Que murmured, "I have read the Taishang Ganying Chapter for so many years but I haven't understood it. I can't even remember the words in it when I read the thin Qihai Snow Mountain Book. I still can't practice it with such a desperate effort. Now that I am even more degenerate, I have to complain if I kill someone, and I can even get serious illness... It's useless."

In the early morning, behind the tall and majestic red walls, in the imperial study surrounded by strange flowers and green trees, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, Li Zhongyi, stood in the threshold, staring at the rain dripping from the leaves not far away. The queen had just served him with washing and breakfast. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to come to the imperial study room to take a look.

As the only man who made all nations surrender, according to the ordinary people, he should have no worries, but at this moment he was silently looking in the garden, with a clear and gloomy face obviously a little depressed.

"The Master has traveled around the world again. I don't know when I will come back. The guy Chao Xiaoshu finally slipped away. I don't know...will he come back again."

Li Zhongyi thought about the good teachers and friends who left Chang'an these days, and his mood became heavier. Seeing the wet morning flowers and trees after the rain, he gradually felt lonely and lonely, and was very disappointed. This is why he came to the Imperial Study Room early in the morning. Only in this room that is not disturbed can he feel that he can gain true peace.

His Majesty the Emperor loves calligraphy. Although he often presents treasures and calls ministers to come and appreciate calligraphy and paintings, except for the extremely favored Empress and the Fourth Princess, no one dares to come and disturb his tranquility without invitation, and even he does not allow the eunuchs and palace maids to sort it out. In this room, you can do the display of books and posts by yourself.

He sighed and turned his head. He was about to write a few bad words that had never been secret to express his feelings. Suddenly his expression slightly condensed and he noticed that the tilting direction of the bookshelf on a certain layer of the bookshelf seemed to be a little different from before.