253 A Bet of Breaking A State (2/2)
Today, she saw Ning Que's response. These seemingly absurd and funny words showed that Ning Que was a cold-blooded person who could use unscrupulous means and ignore any honor or dignity for a victory. Ning Que must have gone through many tests of life and death as well as humiliation in his life to get to such a point.
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Prince Long Qing looked at Ning Que's face and suddenly laughed. His black hair on his shoulders gently swung along with the cold wind, as if he was about to drift away. But the words slowly slipping from his thin lips did not show that he was about to leave.
”I can see from your response that you seem to be a shameless rogue, but you actually have a great tough will. If one understands you, he will want to drink with you three thousand cups. Unfortunately I know you can't drink too much. By the way, I can never forget your little handmaiden with a good drinking capacity. If you agree, I'm willing to give you three cities of Western Yan Kingdom in exchange for her. It's quite good to have a drinking partner in the future.”
For no reason, the Son of god in West-Hill mentioned Sangsang who was in Chang'an City, naturally not for a real lament but a tough attempt at trying to pull away the fence in his Taoist Heart.
Ning Que slightly tilted his head and looked at Long Qing very carefully and meticulously, with no trace of emotion in his eyes. He was thinking who in Chang'an City had told Long Qing to test him with Sangsang.
Then he smiled and said, ”She's worthless. But I wouldn't trade her for a country.”
Prince Long Qing slightly tilted the corners of his lips and said, ”It seems like this little handmaiden really means a lot for you.”
Mo Shanshan slowly furrowed her thin and dark brows. She looked at Prince Long Qing and heard the implicit threat in his words as well as his determination to enrage Ning Que.
And then she felt some subtle changes in Ning Que, from a previously unscrupulous person to a stubborn young man left in the snowstorm.
She knew that Prince Long Qing finally found Ning Que's weakness and could not help slightly lowering her eyes. And then she quickly entered into an absolutely peaceful state of mind. The Fu paper in her fingers started trembling despite the lack of wind.
Ning Que suddenly said, ”I have a horse.”
The blizzard suddenly disappeared on the snow cliff and it became quiet.
”It's a dark horse.”
Ning Que straightened his body, watching Prince Long Qing, and continued calmly. ”Your fiancee Princess Chen Jia also has a horse.”
”A white horse.”
”Whether it's a dark or white horse, a stallion or a mare, it's a good one as long as I can ride it .”
Upon listening to these words, Prince Long Qing suddenly became angry and took another step forward. The snow residual on the cliff became a snowstorm floating from the ground toward the sky.
Mo Shanshan slowly looked up at the gradually approaching Prince Long Qing and thought of Ning Que's last sentence in the carriage. A cold wind blew by and her face became stiff but charming.
Prince Long Qing blankly looked at her and said, ”Ink Lake really wants to fight the Divine Hall? But I'm really curious about how powerful Calligraphy Addict's Half Divine Talisman is.”
”Did I say I wanted to fight with you? Did I say she wanted to fight with you?”
Ning Que suddenly raised his right arm pointing at his face and said, ”In the palace, my black horse defeated your white horse. And I also want to see if I can defeat you. So I accept the bet you mentioned earlier.”
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Mo Shanshan looked at the side of his face in a puzzle and wondered why he accepted it now when he had rejected it earlier.
Prince Long Qing did not want to agree, but he saw an embroidered purse... hanging on Ning Que's wrist.
It was silver-blue and embroidered with simple decorations. It gently shook in the blizzard and looked very simple.
However, Prince Long Qing knew that it was not simple at all, for he could feel the powerful aura that came out of that purse. So he decided to wait and hear what Ning Que wanted to say.
In any situation, a complete Divine Talisman was worth waiting a moment for.
He said blankly, ”You continue.”
Ning Que said, ”We gamble on the date of break the realm. The one who breaks the realm wins. The loser destroys his own Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. If I lose, I'll leave the Academy. If you lose, you'll leave the Divine Hall.”
He said in a very common tone, but the bet was extremely uncommon.
After destroying Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, one cultivator would become a useless person. The additional conditions were extremly vicious, making one cultivator's life worse than death. He was actually gambling with the two most precious things of a cultivator.
Ning Que looked at him and said, ”This gamble is good for you, for you need to remove me from the path to cultivate your Tao Heart. You don't need to thank me. Though you were never an obstacle to my cultivation, I still wanted to kill you from the beginning. However, I didn't want to take a risk but now I will give myself a chance to kill you.”
Prince Long Qing quietly looked at him and suddenly laughed facing the blizzard on the cliff.
On the snow cliff, a dangerous gamble began.
”In the name of Haotian.”
”In the Headmaster's reputation.”
Ning Que looked at Prince Long Qing and said with a smile. ”I hope you'll be alright the next time we meet.”
And then he gradually hid his smile and said slowly and firmly, ”If you're well, I'll be a super idiot.”
After finishing the sentence, he took Mo Shanshan and they jumped off the snow cliff towards that verdant valley. A short moment later, a flower-like black umbrella suddenly appeared among the steep rock walls and they suddenly fell down in a slower speed.
Prince Long Qing walked to the edge of the snow cliff and watched the bottom of the rock wall. He remembered that it was obviously a Divine Talisman made by uncle Yan Se in that purse. Soon he felt a little disappointed.
Ning Que had a low state and a bad moral quality. But after all, he still was the World Wayfarer. Although Prince Long Qing was the Son of god in West-Hill, he could not arbitrarily kill Ning Que. Unless he really did not care about provoking a war between the Academy and the Divine Hall—Fortunately, today he tried his best to push Ning Que to make a gamble with him. The Academy should not meddle in it.
He thought that he finally could remove that firewood from his Tao Heart, which made him calm down. He slowly walked back along the snow cliff and sat cross-legged behind that wooden fence, meditating in the snow and wind. As time went by, he gradually became a snowman, waiting for the day of breaking the realm.
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