Chapter 183 Let me go

Hearing this sentence, the priest guessed that the arrangement of the priest and the priest should have communicated with that person, so he stopped saying anything, took out the file and turned to a certain page, asking for instructions: "People in Youge Pavilion, hurry up. Full."

Youge is the place where the Temple Judgment Department is responsible for detaining prisoners. It is located deep in the ground at the back foot of Taoshan Mountain. There is no sunshine all day long. For millions of years, I don't know how many powerful people from the Demon Sect , who violated the Taoist Taoism, have been detained here. Then they are either executed or imprisoned.

The ruling priest supported his jaw and was confused about what he was thinking. Listening to this, the slender Ruoyu's right hand slowly raised up slightly and said, "It's still the same as before."

The Judgment Department's method to solve the problem of the overcrowded Youge is very simple, that is, kill a group of people, burn a group of corpses, and turn the body that occupyes the space into ashes, melts in the water, nourishes the mountain of peach blossoms, and there will be no waste.

The subordinate priest nodded, his expression was not unnatural at all, and it was obvious that there was no psychological barrier.

The ruling priest suddenly closed his eyes slowly and asked in a low voice: "What about the priest of Light now?"

When the subordinate priest heard the five words "The Great Master of Light ", his body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and replied, "He is as good as before, and recites doctrines and classics every day, and it looks... nothing unusual."

The judge held his jaw and closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. He gently tapped the handrail of the Mo Yu God's throne with his index finger. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and said without any emotion: "Let all the scholars in the world know that Ning Que, the thirteenth disciple of the academy, was on the Sun's letter. ."

The priest looked at the old face of the great priest, and after a moment of silence, he asked carefully: "Dear God, what's the point of releasing these messages?"

The ruling priest did not explain and continued to say indifferently: "In addition to letting everyone know that the people who killed the monk Wu Shi of Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty overnight in Chang'an City, in addition to Chao Xiaoshu, there was also Ning Que's share. "

The priest vaguely guessed the intention of such an arrangement, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Even if the aunt and Jiange of Yuelun Kingdom get angry because of this, Ning Que is a student of Master. He is in the territory of Tang Kingdom, who dares to take revenge?"

"Even if he leaves the Tang Kingdom, will Qunimadi and Jiange dare to take revenge? After Chunfeng Pavilion, Yuelun Kingdom and Jiange did not dare to speak out because they knew that they were involved in the internal political struggle of Tang, and were afraid of being the Emperor of Tang. If you are implicated by anger, how can you dare to take revenge? But hatred is always easy to provoke some blood, especially when facing a young man who is still in a state of inconsistency, even if he dares not kill him, it is a good thing to humiliate him for a few times."

The priest didn't understand what the meaning was even if Yuelun Kingdom and Jiange looked for an opportunity to humiliate Ning Que.

The ruling priest closed his eyes again and began to rest as he was relieved, without explanation.

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Chang'an City is located near the Forty-seven Alley, behind Lao Bizhai .

In the early morning, Sangsang carried a bucket of water and was about to water the flowers. He could only hear a voice behind him: "Let me go!"

After a long time, a messy piece of talisman paper fell from outside the window, stayed in the mud pot for a long time, and slowly turned into wet water, gradually seeping into the mud to nourish the roots of the flower.

In the evening, Sangsang squatted in front of the stove, preparing to get angry and steam rice, but he heard a voice coming from behind: "Let me go!"

After a long time, a piece of light yellow talisman paper was stuffed into the stove hole with one hand, and instantly turned into a flame. It was extremely difficult to ignite the dry firewood in the stove hole, and then with the help of Sangsang bulging his cheeks and blowing, Turned into a fire.

Late at night, Sangsang squatted in front of the bed, preparing to wipe the bamboo mat cool down, but a voice came from behind him: "Let me go!"

After a long time, a piece of talisman paper was kneaded into a ball and threw it into a basin. It gradually became soft and soaked. After a long time, an extremely thin layer of ice floated on the water surface.

Sangsang squatted beside the basin, staring at Liuye's eyes without blinking, looking at the water surface until his eyes were in pain, then rubbed his eyes and stood up. She put the towel in the water and wet it, pursed her lips tightly, and began to wipe the bamboo mat on the bed without saying a word. After wiping, she turned around to pour water.

At this moment, I heard a voice coming from behind me: "Let me go!"

Sangsang couldn't help it anymore, so he threw the wet towel into the basin, twisted his body with his thin waist forked , opened his bright willow leaves angrily, looked at the desk and said seriously : "Young Master! Do you know how long it takes for me to wait for your talisman paper to work? Do you know that waiting for such a long time is enough for me to water the flowers, light the firewood, cook, and wipe the bed. Can you rest? When you were in Weicheng, you once told me that delaying others' time is to murder life, so why do you always kill me?"

Next to the desk, Ning Que was holding a brush and was eager to continue writing talismans. Suddenly, when he heard such a long accusation, his face became a little disappointed when his expression was pure, and he said embarrassedly: "Isn't this just learning to write talismans, I'm a little excited, I always want to practice more, why do you have to... be so serious."

After realizing the Tao of Talisman in that summer rainstorm, Ning Que was immersed in that magical world and couldn't extricate himself. He woke up in the morning until he fell asleep, and he wrote the Taoist talisman in the yard. Sangsang did all kinds of housework. Not going well.

He kept writing talismans in the mountains behind the academy . The senior brothers and sisters who practiced their own cultivation now are not only worried about the swords and arrows flying everywhere, but also about the clear water that hits their faces and the sudden extra ridge of earth under their feet. What's even more terrifying is the flames turned into by the talisman paper. ...Now a saying begins to circulate in the back mountain of the academy: Fire prevention, knife prevention , junior brothers, and senior brothers who are unhappy have finally made a not difficult decision. If the junior brother wants to write talismans, he must be in the iron room of Senior Brother Six. There is fire inside all year round, so you won't be worried about causing a fire.

Ning Que felt that his seniors were a little bit of a big deal , and his face was poured on some clean water, and his small holes were burned into various courtyard clothes. What is it? They are at least some powerful practitioners in the cave and mysterious realm, so how could they be afraid of these? But since he was angry, he had to stay in Senior Six's room honestly every day, accompanied by Senior Six's honest sighs and the angry roar of Senior Four, constantly trying out the talisman technique.

Now he is like a child who has got fresh toys, enjoying playing from morning to night, as if he never has any moments of boredom and fatigue. As time goes by, he has mastered more and more talisman techniques. Tao's understanding is getting deeper and deeper.

He didn't know that shortly after the first drop of water condensed from the tip of his pen on that summer rainy night, his name appeared on the first volume of the seven heavenly books in the distant Xiling Divine Kingdom. He didn't know that the high-ranking priest of the Xiling Temple decided to publish his name to hundreds of millions of believers in the world for some inexplicable reasons .

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In fact, it is not necessary for the Xiling Temple to add fuel to the fire. Ning Que's reputation is at least well-known in Chang'an City. The mountain behind the academy is hidden in the fog. Ordinary people look away without knowing the details, but His Majesty's appreciation and favor for him shocked many people. Moreover, the battle between Grand Secretary Wang and Old Jin Jiujiu lasted for decades. In the 14th year of the Apocalypse, several books finally developed to a white-hot level, and the two palaces were separated from the master to the lowest servant. There would be a fight in a few days, which indirectly led to the circulating of his deeds in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

"Last year, the golden boy and jade girl were snuggling in the wind, leaning against each other. I don't know how many people died of envy. Miss Gao looked over there and almost shed tears. What's the result now? Xie Chengyun knew that Jin Wucai was still knowing that Jin Wucai was He was the most suitable wife, but he couldn't get over the face. He returned to Southern Jin in a gray face and continued to be his son of a noble family. He would be the minister of the court in the future, leaving Jin Wucai alone in Chang'an, feeling sad and ecstatic. Tsk tsk…"

"Young Master, why do I feel a little envious and jealous when I hear you?"

"What's there to envy about this? I told you last year outside the Princess's Mansion that I don't understand love, but I know that people who play love, especially young people, are idiots."

"But there are always men and women in the world."

"Men and women do things for men and women, but never misunderstand it and become love."

"What's the matter between men and women?"

"Here, most of the people who come to Hongxiuzhao are here to do men and women's affairs."

Ning Que and Sangsang got off the carriage, walked towards Hongxiuzhao , and were talking gossiping.

The master and servant often came to Hongxiuzhao, and they were already very familiar with this place. They naturally walked through the side door, walked around the building, and entered the main hall. He deliberately chose to come here in the morning because Hongxiuzhao had no business at this time.

However, he did not expect that after entering the main hall, the girls who should have been wearing ordinary home clothes, yawning around to wake up their minds, and then when they saw themselves , their eyes lit up and pinched their cheeks, and led them to the backyard to play. They... seemed to have become another group of people.

The girl dressed very formally and wore expensive clothes that she only wore on important occasions. She was divided into two rows in the building, smiling but looking at him with two points, as if she was just a special trip to greet him. When they saw Ning Que and Sangsang walked out of the side door, they saluted in a very neat manner, and said with a clear voice: "I have met Mr. Ning."

Looking at this scene and listening to Yingying's clear voice, Ning Que couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Looking at the girl Shuizhuer standing in the front of the queue, he asked, "Sister Zhuer, what... is this going to make a fuss?"

Miss Shuizhuer has earned a lot of money by selling chicken soup paste Yan's rubbings these days. She often has to hand over money with Sangsang. She is not as intimate and curious as other girls. She greets her with a smile and helps her. His arm, walking him inside, explained softly:

"Your status is different now, who is still embarrassed to tease you like you used to? Jian, everyone knows that after you entered the second floor, he died, and red envelopes were sent all over the building. The girls in the building were both afraid of your current scenery, and I am happy with the benefits you bring. You are back for the first time in these few months, so of course everyone should welcome you well."

Although Ning Que was busy practicing and contacting the outside world after entering the second floor of the academy, he went to several banquets these days and probably knew that he was a celebrity in Chang'an City. However, he really didn't expect that he would be even in Hongxiuzhao. I was able to get such treatment for a moment.

It's a pity that he didn't leave too much time for Xunran . Just as the girls finally digested their shock and fear and were about to pounce on them and chattered and asked about the rumors, everyone's personal maid Xiaocao was as cold as every time. Little face walked downstairs and reiterated everyone's rules.

Sangsang and Xiaocao, who are of similar age, went to the back garden to play, Ning Que sighed and climbed to the top floor with difficulty if his legs were filled with lead . He was reluctant to push open the wooden door and lift the pearl curtain. He bowed to the woman behind the curtain and said sadly: "I have entered the second floor of the academy, why can't it?"

Jian, with a wide forehead and a straight nose, is not a traditional beauties, but has a kind of grace like a man. She smiled slightly, signaled Ning Que to sit down, and said, "How old are you? Why do you focus on men and women's affairs?" ? "

Ning Que said annoyedly: "The more people don't want to do something, the more people want to do it. Besides, I'm already eighteen!"

"I said last time, you can call me Aunt Jian."

Everyone in Jian pushed the tea to him and said with a smile: "No matter how your Majesty appreciates you, no matter how the guys in the back mountain spoil you, as long as I disagree, no one dares to provoke you in the entire brothel in Chang'an City."

"My dear aunt..." Ning Que said helplessly: "Why is this?"

Jian said earnestly: "Where is the academy and what is the second floor? Since you are so lucky to enter, of course you must focus your whole mind on learning and practicing. Why bother with us, the place of love and miserable things? If you really make something bad, you're fine. What should you do if you damage the reputation of the academy?"

"I think even Master will not care about these things." Ning Que said.

Jian raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Even if the Master speaks, I have to go through my consent."

When he first entered Chang'an City last year, Ning Que mistakenly entered Hongxiuzhao . Since the first meeting, everyone has cared about him like an elder. To be honest, he had always been a little confused about this, especially when everyone talked, they always felt that they were very familiar with the academy. In addition, the sentence he heard at this time, the doubts in his heart became even more intense. After a moment, he asked tentatively:

"Aunt Jian, are you... quite familiar with the academy?"

Listening to this, everyone in Jian was slightly stunned, picked up the tea on the table and chatted as a cover-up, and then replied after a moment of silence, "I have never been to the academy."

Having not been to the academy does not mean that he is not familiar with the academy. Ning Que was about to continue asking questions, but he didn't expect that everyone in Jian asked directly: "Jun Mo is still so old-fashioned now?"

"Jun Mo?" Ning Que was confused.

Jian everyone looked at him and frowned and said, "It's your second senior brother, don't you even know his name?"

Ning Que was slightly shocked and said tentatively: "Why dare to call him a name directly? You don't know how proud he is, so you forgot what his second senior brother is called."

"Are you proud?" Jian didn't know what happened, and a reminiscent expression appeared on his face, and said with a smile: "Since entering the mountain, Xiao Mo liked to learn to look proud, and he had to make a stick and put it on his head ."

Ning Que burst out laughing.

Everyone laughed and shook their heads, and suddenly asked, "Is that scholar okay?"

"Scholars are still reading."

"Everyone is still very good."

"Aunt Jian, why don't you ask the Master and Senior Brother?"

" Ah ? Are they back?"

"No."

"Since there isn't, you haven't seen it yet. What's the use of me asking? But I believe that the Master and your senior brother will live a good life no matter where they are."

Jian's voice gradually lowered, and his thoughts drifted back many years ago, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

Ning Que vaguely understood something. The reason why this leader of the world, who knew that he was a student of the academy was so beautiful was because of some empathy in the past, but he had a relationship with her back then. Who is the person? Who looks like me in the back mountain? Second senior brother... Xiao Mo ? Or is the sixth senior brother who has a body-building muscles and is very popular with women? Could it be the Master? !

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Come to the Shuizhuer courtyard of Houyuan, write a book for Miss Lu Xue and several of the most familiar women, stamp it with a private seal, and finally send the satisfied girls out. Ning Que will also think about Jian and everyone else. With the relationship between the academy, I walked towards Shui Zhuer with a smile, my eyes fell on her snow-white and soft breasts, and my mind couldn't help but shake.

Shui Zhuer looked embarrassed and anxious , waved her hands and retreated, and said anxiously, "Don't do this, don't do this."

Ning Que was stunned and thought that although he had never really been intimate, he had already hugged, pinched, and touched a lot. Why did Sister Zhuer react so much today? I felt like I was stepping forward. Like a pervert.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he thought to himself that this was probably the legendary situation? I want to refuse and have a lot of fun. I force you to retreat, you retreat into the curtain with shame , and then the red candle will roam ...

He laughed and said, "Good sister, no one can hear you even if you scream."

Shuizhuer's face turned slightly pale, and she pushed her back and said sadly: "Good brother, it's really not possible."

Ning Que found something was wrong and asked in confusion: "Why can't it?"

"Jane, everyone has spoken..."

"We agreed to come secretly and ignore her."

"But... your master spent the night here yesterday."

"master?"

"Master Yan Se."

Shui Zhuer was so ashamed that she held the silk scarf and looked at him timidly, saying, "Although I did it in Fengyuexing, I still can't do some things. After serving the master, I will serve my disciples. What's going to spread? Be a human being?"

Today, the master and apprenticeship are even stronger than father and son. Shui Zhuer is the top red-card girl in Chang'an City. She is very picky when picking up customers. Most of the time she spends tea and sucks her soul and earns money. She can really get into her tent. There are not many customers in two years, so I have no choice but to serve the master and apprentice.

Ning Que was stunned for a long time and said furiously: "Master can touch it, can't the students touch it?"

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Ning Que is not lustful, but he is in his 18-year-old youth, and his body is in full swing. He has never been in contact with a woman in both lives , let alone the so-called fullness and warmth. Now he has countless silver bills under his bed, and the path of cultivation is correct. In the scenery, in my spare time , of course, I will inevitably be particularly curious and yearning for men and women.

He returned to Lao Bizhai at night and lay on the bed. The summer heat in Chang'an City was attacking the internal and external heat of the body, which made him toss and turn, and it was difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time. In contrast to him, the hot summer in Chang'an City is the most comfortable season for Sangsang, who has a congenital constitution and is already in a deep dream at the head of the bed.

The little maid slept very sweetly. She turned over at the head of the bed in her dream, bent her right leg and hit her hard under Ning Que's lower abdomen.

Ning Que was suddenly hit hard , and a snorted pain , his body bent like cooked shrimps, and his face was pale.

After a while the pain gradually faded. He glared at Sangsang, who was still asleep, and reached out to pull her legs down.

When my finger touched Sangsang's little feet, a very comfortable and cool feeling suddenly came from a very comfortable and cool feeling, as if the ice fish in the wine glass was smooth and cool when the Grand Secretary's House was at a dinner a few days ago.

It was such a hot summer night, it felt really comfortable to hold such a small foot in your hand. Ning Que was reluctant to let go, and held it in his hand and gently touched it. He looked at the stars from outside the window and saw it in his hand. The little foot was as white as jade, as beautiful as a lotus carved by ice jade.

Ning Que held the cold little feet and frowned slightly, not knowing what was thinking in his mind.

Perhaps it was because her fingers touched the soles of her feet. Sangsang shrank his feet in his sleep, but he couldn't pull his feet out of Ning Que's hand, so he woke up. She rubbed her slouching eyes and asked, "Young Master." What do you do when you grab my feet?"

Ning Que was shocked and felt that he had become a poor boy outside the bathhouse who was beaten by many women holding a washing board . He forced himself to suppress the embarrassment, and his voice trembled slightly and explained, "It's too... hot, your feet are cold , grab them. Very comfortable."

Hearing the explanation, Sangsang said , lay down and went to sleep again, adjusted his body, and leaned to the right side, making it more convenient and easier for Ning Que to hold his right foot.

The old Bizhai back house returned to the silence, and could only faintly hear a few cicadas from the street.

I don't know how long it took, but Ning Que suddenly asked, "Sangsang, how old are you this year."

Sangsang closed his eyes and replied, "I don't know when I was born. You told me before that I shouldn't be very old when I picked me, so now it should be almost fourteen."

"fourteen..."

Ning Que repeated silently in his heart, then let go of the little feet in his hand and said, "Go to sleep well."

Sangsang opened his eyes and looked at him curiously and asked, "Young Master, don't you think it's hot?"

"I'll get a palm fan."

"What's the use of a palm-leaf fan?"

"Your feet are smelly?"

"I wash my feet every day, but your feet are really smelly."

"No matter what, I'm going to get a palm fan anyway."

"Young Master."

"Um."

"Let me go."

There was a whirring sound from the other end of the bed . Sangsang crawled over, climbed to Ning Que and lay down, stretched out his thin arms and legs to hug him, pressed his face against his chest, and looked for it. A comfortable position and rub it.

She snuggled in his arms and murmured with sleepiness, "It's cool."

She was still thin, and she hugged Ning Que's legs and wrapped them around his waist, looking like a dod on an oak tree .

However, after all, the girl who was fourteen years old had a cool and slightly buckle feeling, and she came through her extremely thin single clothes.

Ning Que looked at the roof with his eyes open. Although Leng Yu was in his arms, he felt hotter and hotter and could not fall asleep at all.

The cicadas on the green trees on the streets and alleys had some reason to insomnia, and they shouted about the heat.

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