235 Would I Tell Lies III (1/2)

Cat Girl rushed in and re-told what had happened before in the assembly tent. She was about to burst out in anger when she mentioned Quni Madi's words.

Not knowing the identity of the young man, the crowd in the tent kept silent and watched as Ning Que and Cat Girl talked. They were curious about what would happen next. ”The Priest of the Revelation Department has made his decision while Aunt Quni Madi is standing aside with a murky face. Will there be any changes?”

Suddenly, there was a great noise coming from outside the tent. It turned out that lots of men from the tribe of the Palace arrived at the tent behind the Big Black Horse. The noise didn't fade away until the steward of the Divine Hall who was in charge of keeping order went out to address the crowd.

Ning Que soon realized what had happened as Cat Girl recounted the events. Remaining silent for a while, he hung the Big Black Horse's halter on the smoke pipe at the entrance of the tent but didn't tighten it up. Looking at Mo Shanshan from some distance, he said, ”I get it, but that doesn't justify you cutting your palm, there is always a way out.”

Immersed in silence, the crowd inside the tent looked at Ning Que both curiously and ironically. They all knew that evidence was meaningless and could not be used to testify about the encounter of the horse gang on the meadow.

Unlike the crowd who concealed their thoughts and feelings, Cat Girl recalled the anger and resignation of her senior sisters of the Sect earlier on. She stared at Ning Que with wide-open eyes and asked straightforwardly, ”How do I prove it?”

Ning Que answered seriously, ”I can prove it, I was there.”

Shooting a glance at the disciples of the sects from various countries of the Central Plains within the tent, Ning Que raised his right hand and pointed at the Commander of the cavalryman of Divine Hall, and said, ”I can prove that the cavalrymen of Divine Hall on the meadow back then had stayed dispassionately and left us in the lurch before we rolled back the Horse Gang. After we defeated the Horse Gang, this Lord Commander cunningly lead the cavalries to rush down the meadow, cut the heads of the Horse Gang and took the credit. I, for a time, thought that he had toyed with the idea of getting rid of us witnesses.”

Hearing these words, the crowd burst into an uproar. This young man, unexpectedly, not only was he straightforward about the cold-blooded deeds of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, but he also accused them of a more serious crime, killing the witnesses!

As the uproar gradually faded away, the crowd looked at Ning Que with uncertainty on his accusation of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall. Nobody believed that he could turn over the situation, instead, they thought that he was playing with fire.

There was a trace of displeasure on the face of the Priest of the Revelation Department. He had never expected that the Calligraphy Addict would be so doughty just when the drama was about to end, and that the young man who came from nowhere would deliberately complicate the issue and make the situation even worse for him.

Before he was about to rap up, out of the corner of his eye he noticed General Shu on his right hand side. He had an unusual expression on his face——a meaningful smile.

The Priest of the Revelation Department put on a stern face, wondering if the General from Tang knew this guy.

Despite its sublime place in the world, the West-Hill Divine Palace always remained alert and showed great respect to the cavalry of the Tang Empire. Seeing General Shu's face, the Priest with doleful eyes, didn't utter a word.

Facing the accusation of being cold-blooded, selfish and indifferent to the friendly forces, robbing the military and even attempting to kill the friendly forces, Chen Bachi, the Commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, felt depressed like wet clouds in the Min Mountain.

Staring maliciously at Ning Que beside the drapery, he didn't realize that Ning Que was the dark figure behind the firewall below the meadow. He noticed Ning Que's clothes and angrily rebuked him, ”From your clothes, I can tell you are just a disciple of the Black Ink Garden, how dare you accuse me of this matter?”

Shaking his head, Ning Que said, ”I'm not the disciple of the Black Ink Garden.”

When he finished speaking, he took Cat Girl by her hand and walked toward the meeting tent. He stepped calmly on the solid carpet wearing his leather boots, and he barely made a sound. The disciples of each sect on both sides of the passageway had curious expressions on their faces, wondering where his calm confidence come from now that he had admitted that he was not the disciple of the Black Ink Garden.

The Commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall opened his eyes wider and caught a glance of Aunt Quni Madi.

Since Ning Que appeared in the meeting tent, Quni Madi had been indifferent and silent and didn't even look at him once, for she was too proud to notice these nonentities. Not until she sensed the gaze from the Cavalry Commander, and then she raised her head to look at Ning Que who was just walking inside. With a cold voice, she said, ”Now that you're not the disciple of the Black Ink Garden, why did you show up at the camp of the food supply team and wear the clothes of the Black Ink Garden? You devil from the heterodox doctrine! How dare you pretend to be one of us? (turning to the disciples) Catch him and make a detailed inquiry!”

This type of confidence was brought by status and strength. Aunt Quni Madi, the Mighty One with powerful forces, didn't even care to discuss or negotiate with her opponents. Instead, she would just strike her opponent as much as she liked. ”Who would dare to say anything even if one was deeply wronged?”

Unlike the disciples of other sects inside the tent who were still hesitant, those sadhus from the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom had already stood up with canes in their hands after hearing the words of Aunt Quni Madi, itching to take the young man down.

Mo Shanshan frowned at the situation, before she could give orders, the girls behind her cried out aloud and took swords to hold up the monks of the White Tower Temple. Things got messed up.

Just at that very moment, one monk of the White Tower Temple saw Ning Que's face clearly. Genuinely shocked, he stopped his senior brothers and junior brothers, and walked quickly to Quni Madi, and whispered in her ears.

This was the monk who had acted under the order of his master to discuss ownership of the hot spring, wounded Zhuo Zhihua, hit Cat Girl and was finally beaten by Ning Que and was badly injured. So it was easy for him to recognize Ning Que at their second meeting for that encounter had left a deep impression on him, besides, Ning Que hadn't worn a mask.

When Quni Madi heard that this young man was the disciple of the Academy, her deep-set eyes glistened and the wrinkles on her face stretched as if they were soothed by a breeze. She stared at Ning Que and said in a hoarse voice, ”So you are the disciple of the Academy in training. How dare you be so arrogant, you think I wouldn't dare to teach you a lesson?”

Ning Que had walked to the foreside of the tent, he dropped his hand and let Cat Girl go to the disciples of the Black Ink Garden. Looking at the old woman, he frowned and said shaking his head, ”I am just trying to verify the words of the disciples of the Black Ink Garden, why do you act in haste to lecture at me? Do you think you are my teacher? Or are you afraid that I will tell the truth? What scares you so much?”

He asked the questions in a calm and moderate manner without any aggressiveness. But since they were targeted at the cranky Aunt Quni Madi who had status and position, the accusation in these words was obvious. So conceivably, the crowds were greatly shocked by the arrogance of the disciple of the Academy.

With no expression, Quni Madi looked at Ning Que coldly as if he were dead. People who knew her were conscious of the fact that she had already become extremely furious.

”I don't know which instructor in the Academy is your teacher. But as far as I can see, I'm qualified enough to lecture you. Well, speaking of the truth, I'm eager to see what evidence you're going to show us.”

Quni Madi's voice was hoarse and unpleasant and was muddled with contempt.

Ning Que laughed and said, ”My word is evidence.”