Nightfall Chapter 184: Leave me here
Volume One, Early Morning Empire, Chapter 184, Let Me Come
Hearing this sentence, the priest guessed that the arrangement of the head teacher and the great priest should have communicated with that person, so he stopped saying anything, took out the file and turned to a certain page, and asked for instructions: " Is almost full."
You Pavilion is the place where the Temple Adjudication Department is responsible for imprisoning prisoners. It is located deep in the foothills of Taoshan. There is no sunshine all day long. For thousands of years, I don’t know how many powerful demons and rebellious people who violated the Haotian doctrine were imprisoned. During this time, he was either put to death or imprisoned.
The ruling priest held his chin, wondering what he was thinking about. Hearing this, the tail of the slender Ruoyu's right hand slowly cocked and said: "It's still a routine."
The method of the Judgment Division to solve the overcrowding of the Youge is very simple, that is, to kill a group of people, burn a group of corpses, and the flesh that occupies the space into ashes, melts in the water, and nourishes the peach blossoms. There will never be any waste.
The subordinate priest nodded, his expression was not unnatural at all, obviously there was no psychological barrier.
The ruling priest suddenly closed his eyes slowly, and asked in a low voice: "How is the bright priest now?"
The subordinate clergyman suddenly stiffened when he heard the five characters for the great clergyman, and he lowered his head and replied: "His old man is the same as before, chanting the doctrine every day, it looks...nothing unusual."
The ruling priest held his jaw and closed his eyes in deep thought for a long time. He tapped the handrail of the Moyu God Seat with his right index finger. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said without emotion, "Let the whole world know that Ning Que, the 13th disciple of the college, will board Japanese scroll."
The priest looked at the old face of the great priest, and after a moment of silence, he cautiously asked: "Respected **** seat, what is the purpose of releasing these news?"
The ruling priest did not explain, and continued to say indifferently: "Also let everyone know that the people who killed Wu Shi, the monk of the Moon Kingdom and the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, in the Spring Breeze Pavilion in Chang'an City last year, in addition to Chao Xiaoshu, there was also Ning Que. Copies."
The priest vaguely guessed the purpose of such an arrangement, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Even if the aunt and Jiange of the Moon Kingdom are angry because of this, Ning Que is a student of the Master. He is in the territory of Tang. Who dares to take revenge? ?"
"Even if he leaves the Tang state, would Qu Nimadi and Jiange dare to take revenge? After the Spring Breeze Pavilion, the Moon Nation and Jiange were afraid to speak because they knew they were involved in the internal political disputes of the Tang state. Being implicated in the Tang Emperor's anger, where would you dare to take revenge? But hatred is always easy to provoke some blood, especially when facing a young man who is still in the state of unconfused, even if he dare not kill, humiliating a few times is a good thing. "
The priest didn't understand, even if Moon Wheel Kingdom and Jiange were looking for an opportunity to humiliate Ning Que, what was the point.
The ruling priest closed his eyes again and began to rejuvenate without explaining.
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Chang'an City is near Lane 47, after Lao Bi Zhai.
In the early morning, Sangsang was carrying a bucket, ready to water the flowers, only to hear a voice behind him: "Leave me!"
After a long, long time, a chaotically drawn talisman paper fell from the window and stayed in the mud pot for a long time. It slowly turned into wet water and gradually penetrated into the mud to moisturize the flower roots.
In the evening, Sangsang squatted in front of the stove, preparing to steam the rice, only to hear a voice behind him: "Let me come!"
After a long, long time, a piece of light yellow talisman was stuffed into the stove hole with one hand, and it instantly turned into a flame. It burned the dry wood in the stove hole with great difficulty, and then blew in Sangsang’s cheeks. With help, it turned into a raging fire.
In the middle of the night, Sangsang squatted in front of the bed, preparing to wipe the bamboo mat, only to hear a voice behind him: "Let me come!"
After a long time, a piece of talisman paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the water basin. It was gradually soaked and loosened. After a long time, a very thin layer of ice floated on the water.
Sangsang squatted by the water basin, staring at Liu Ye and staring at the water without blinking, until his eyes were painful, he rubbed his eyes and stood up. She put the towel in the water to wet, her lips tightly pressed, and she began to wipe the bamboo mat on the bed without a word, and then turned to pour the water after wiping.
At this moment, I heard another voice behind me: "Let me come!"
Sangsang couldn't help it anymore, he threw the wet towel into the water basin, and turned around with his thin waist crossed, angrily opened his bright willow eyes, and said seriously at the desk: "Master! Do you know how long it takes me to wait for your rune paper to work? Do you know that waiting for such a long time is enough for me to finish watering the flowers, lighting firewood, cooking the rice and wiping Bed, and then you can rest? When you were in Weicheng, you once said to me that delaying other people’s time is killing me, so why do you always kill me?"
Next to the desk, Ning Que was holding a writing brush and was eager to try to continue writing talisman. Suddenly he heard such a long accusation. The excitement on his face became a little sad when she was pure. I am a little excited, I always want to practice more, why do you... be so serious."
Understanding the Tao of Talisman in that summer rainstorm, Ning Que was immersed in the magical world and couldn't extricate herself. He woke up in the morning until before falling asleep, writing the Talisman in the small courtyard. Housework is not going well.
He kept writing symbols in the mountains behind the academy. The brothers and sisters who cleaned each other now, in addition to worrying about the swords and arrows flying everywhere, they also start to worry about the clear water that hits their faces and the sudden ridge of soil under their feet. What is even more terrifying is the flames that turned into paper. …Now a word is spreading in the back mountain of the academy: Fire-proof, anti-knife-proof brothers, the unhappy brothers and sisters finally made a not difficult decision. If the junior brothers want to write the talisman, they must be in the iron room of the sixth brother, anyway. There are fires there all the year round, so I don’t worry about it.
Ning Que felt that the brothers and sisters were making a fuss, with some clean water on their faces, and the burnt holes in the uniforms of various colors. What is it? They are at least some strong cultivators in the Dongxuan realm. How can they be afraid of these? But since he had committed the anger, he had no choice but to stay honestly in the sixth brother's room, accompanied by the sixth brother's simple sigh and the fourth brother's angry roar, and he kept trying the talisman.
Now, he is like a kid who has got a new toy, playing with it from morning to night, as if there is never a moment of boredom and exhaustion. As time goes by, he has more and more spells. , The understanding of Fu Dao is getting deeper and deeper.
He didn't know that shortly after the first drop of water condensed from the tip of the pen on that summer rain night, somewhere in the remote Xiling Kingdom of God, somewhere deep in the mountains, his name appeared on the first volume of the seven-volume celestial book in that unknown place. He also didn't know that the high priest in Xiling Temple, for some inexplicable reason, was determined to announce his name to the hundreds of millions of believers in the world.
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In fact, there is no need for Xiling Temple to fuel the flames. Ning Que's reputation is at least loud enough in Chang'an City. The mountain behind the academy was hidden in the fog, and ordinary people looked in the distance without knowing the details, but his majesty's appreciation and love for him shocked many people. In addition, the arrogant struggle between the scholars of the Wang University and the Jin Lao Jijiu continued for decades. In the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, it finally developed to a feverish degree due to several copies of the book. The masters of the two houses were separated from the servants at the lowest level. In the last few days, there will be a fight, which indirectly leads to the spread of his deeds in the side streets and alleys of Chang'an City.
"Last year, by the lake, the golden girls and jade girls, leaning against the wind, cuddling with each other, I don’t know how many people died in my envy. Miss Gao Jia looked at the side madly, her tears almost shed, but now what? Xie Chengyun knew it. Jin Wucai was the most suitable candidate for a daughter-in-law, but she just couldn't make it through the face. She returned to the Southern Jin Dynasty with a gray head and face, and continued to be his family's son, the future minister of the court, leaving Jin Wucai alone in Chang'an. Feeling sad, tut..."
"Master, why do I sound like you are a little jealous?"
"What is so envious of this? I told you outside the princess's house last year, 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 don’t mistake it for love."
"What is the matter of men and women?"
"Hey, the *** part of the Red Sleeve Trick is for men and women."
Ning Que and Sangsang got out of the carriage, and they walked into the red sleeves while talking gossip.
The two masters and servants often come to Red Sleeve Trick. They are already very familiar with this place. They naturally pass through the side door, go around the building, and enter the main hall. He deliberately chose to come in the morning because Red Sleevez has no business at this time.
However, he did not expect that after entering the main hall, those who should usually wear ordinary home clothes, yawned and wandered around to wake up, and then saw that his eyes lit up, he rushed over to pinch his cheek, and led him to the back garden. The girls playing...like becoming another group of people.
I saw the girl dressed very formally, dressed in expensive Chinese clothes that would be worn only on important occasions, divided into two rows between the halls, with a smile on her eyebrows but with two restraints looking at him, as if she had made a special trip to greet him. When they saw Ning Que walking out of the side door with Sangsang, they saluted deeply and neatly, and said clearly: "I have seen Master Ning."
Looking at this scene, listening to Yingying's clear voice, Ning Que couldn't help being dumbfounded. He looked at the girl Shuijiuer standing at the front of the queue and asked: "Sister Pearl, this...what is this going to do? ?"
Shuizhuer girl has made a lot of money selling chicken soup and paste Yanshi rubbing these days, and she often has to hand over the money with Sangsang, not like other girls who are curious and restrained, smiled and greeted her. He held his arm gently, led him to walk inside, and explained softly:
"Your status and status are different now. Who would be embarrassed to tease you like before? Everyone knows that you died after entering the second floor. The whole building gave out red envelopes. The girls in the building awe at your present The scenery, and the benefits you bring, you come back for the first time in a few months, of course the big guys have to welcome it."
Although entering the second floor of the academy, Ning Que is busy practicing and seldom communicates with the outside world. However, after attending several banquets these days, he probably knows that he is a celebrity in Chang'an City, but he really did not expect to be in Hongshou. Zhao can also get this treatment, and for a while, he can't help but feel a little frustrated.
It's a pity that he didn't leave him too much time for Xunxun. Just when the girls finally digested their shock and fear and were ready to come up and chirping to ask about the rumors, Jane's personal servant girl was like every time. Ban Han walked downstairs with a small face and reiterated Jane's rules to everyone.
Sangsang and Xiaocao, who are close to each other in age, went to play in the back garden, while Ning Que was sighing and sighing. If his legs were filled with lead, he climbed to the top floor of the red sleeves, and he was very reluctant to open the wooden door and lift it. He opened the bead curtain and bowed to the woman behind the curtain, and said sadly: "I have entered the second floor of the college, why can't I?"
Jian, with a wide forehead and a tall nose, is not a traditional beauty, but she has a man-like grace. She smiled slightly and motioned to Ning Que to sit down and said, "How old are you? Men and women?"
Ning Que said annoyed: "The less things people don’t want to do, the more people want to do them. Besides, I’m eighteen!"
"As I said last time, you can call me Aunt Jian."
Everyone at Jane pushed the tea to him and said with a smile: "No matter how your Majesty appreciates you, no matter how those guys in the back mountain spoil you, as long as I disagree, no one dares to provoke you in the brothel of Chang'an City. ."
"My dear aunt..." Ning Que said helplessly, "Why is this?"
Everyone in Jane said sincerely, "Where is the academy and where is the second floor? Since you are so lucky to go in, of course you must put all your thoughts on learning and practicing. Why bother with us? Qing? If something unpleasant happens, you can just pay it back and damage the reputation of the college?"
"I don't think even the master would care about these things." Ning Que said.
Everyone raised their eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Even if the Master speaks, it must be approved by me."
In the beginning of last year, when I entered Chang'an City, Ning Que entered the Red Sleeve Trick by mistake. From the first meeting, everyone at Jane cared about him like an elder. To be honest, he has always been a little puzzled about this, especially since Jane always feels that they are very familiar with the academy during the conversation. With this sentence heard at this time, the doubts in his heart are even more intense. After a while, he tentatively asked:
"Auntie Jian, you...are you familiar with the college?"
Listening to these words, everyone in Jane was slightly startled, and they took up tea on the table and chatted as a cover. After a moment of silence, they replied: "I have never been to a college."
Having never entered the academy does not mean that you are unfamiliar with the academy. Ning Que is about to continue to ask questions, but never expects everyone to ask Jane directly: "Jun Mo is still that old-fashioned now?"
"Jun Mo?" Ning Que was confused.
Everyone at Jane frowned and said: "It's your second brother, you don't even know his name?"
Ning Que was slightly startled, and tentatively said: "Where you dare to call your name directly, you don't know how proud he is, so you forgot what the second brother is called."
"Are you proud?" Everyone in Jane didn't know what was thinking of things, with a reminiscence look on his face, and smiled and said: "Since entering the mountain, Xiao Mo likes to learn to be proud, and he has to make his own sticks. On the head."
Ning Que laughed out loud.
Everyone smiled and shook their heads, and suddenly asked: "How is that scholar?"
"The scholar is still reading."
"Everyone is fine."
"Auntie Jian, why don't you ask Master and Big Brother."
"Huh? Are they back?"
"No."
"Since there is no, you haven't seen it yet. What's the use of asking? But I believe that wherever the master and your big brother are, they will live well."
Everyone's voices gradually lowered, Jane's thoughts floated back years ago, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.
Ning Que understood something vaguely. The reason why this world leader has become more gloomy after knowing that he is a student of the academy is because of some empathy in the past, but he had a relationship with her back then. Who is the one who has had a relationship? Who looks like himself in the back mountain? Brother Second... Xiao Mo? Or the sixth brother who has a body of toned muscles and is extremely popular with women? Could it be the Master? !
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When I came to the Shuizhuer Courtyard in Houyuan, I wrote a post for Miss Lu Xue and some of her most familiar women, covered her personal seal, and finally sent out the satisfied girls, Ning Que thought about it again. The relationship between Jane and the academy, smiled and walked over to Shui Zhuer, her eyes fell on her snow-white bouncy chest, and her heart could not help but shake.
Shui Zhuer's face was shy and anxious, and she waved her hand back and forth, and said anxiously: "Don't be like this, don't be like this."
Ning Que was stunned, thinking that although he had never really made affection before, he had already cuddled, squeezed and touched quite a few times. Why did you react so much, sister Pearl, that you feel like a step by step? Pushing like a pervert.
Suddenly his eyes lit up and he thought to himself that this might be a legendary situational act? If you want to refuse, you have a lot of fun. I force you to retreat, you retreat with shame, and then the red candle creates waves...
He laughed and said, "Good sister, no one can hear you even if you call your throat broken."
Shui Zhu'er's face was pale, and she pushed back again and again, and said sadly, "Good brother, it's really impossible."
Ning Que found something wrong, and asked in confusion, "Why not?"
"Everyone Jane has spoken..."
"Last time we just said it, secretly come and ignore her."
"But...your master spent the night with me yesterday."
"Master?"
"Master Yan Se."
Shui Zhuer was ashamed, she looked at him timidly with a silk scarf and said, "Although I am doing it in Fengyuexing, there are some things I can't do. After serving the master, I will serve the apprentice. This must be passed on. How can I behave?"
Nowadays, the status of mentor and apprentice in the world is even stronger than that of father and son. Shui Zhuer is the top red card girl in Chang'an. She is usually very picky when picking up guests. Most of the time, she is very good at making money by playing in the tea house. There were not many guests of her tent in two years, so she was ashamed to serve both the master and the apprentice.
Ning Que was stunned for a long time, and said angrily: "Master can touch it, can't students touch it?"
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Ning Que is not lustful, it's just that he is eighteen years old and his youth is booming. He has never had any contact with a woman in the two lifetimes, not to mention the so-called warmth and lust. Now he has countless banknotes under his bed. The spiritual path is beautiful, and in leisure time, of course, I will be very curious and yearning for things between men and women.
Returning to Lao Bi Zhai at night, lying on the bed, the sultry summer night in Chang'an City and the dry fire inside and outside attacked him, making him toss and turn, and it was difficult to sleep. Contrary to him, the hot summer in Chang'an is the most comfortable season for Sangsang, who has a weak and cold congenital physique. He has already entered a deep dream on the bedside.
The little maid slept very sweetly. In her dream, she turned over on the head of the bed and hit Ning Que's lower abdomen with her right leg bent and heavy.
Ning Que was hit hard and snorted painfully, his body bent like cooked dried shrimp, his face pale.
After a while, the pain subsided, and he glared at Sangsang who was still sleeping in irritation, and reached out to pull her leg down.
The finger touched Sangsang's little feet, and suddenly there was a very comfortable coldness, and the touch was very good, as if it was the ice fish in the wine glass at the dinner party the other day in the university's residence, smooth and cool.
On such a hot summer night, I felt really comfortable holding such a small foot in my hand. Ning Que was a little reluctant to let it go. He held it in his hand and touched it lightly, taking a look at the starlight through the window. I saw that little foot in his hand was as white as jade, as beautiful as a lotus flower carved from ice jade.
Ning Que held his cold feet, frowning slightly, not knowing what was thinking in his mind.
Probably itchy fingers touched the soles of her feet. Sangsang shrank her feet in her sleep, but failed to pull her feet out of Ning Que's hands. She woke up, rubbed loose eyes and asked. : "Master, what do you do with my feet."
Ning Que was startled and felt that he was instantly transformed into a poor young man who was beaten up by many women holding washboards outside the women’s bathhouse. He was forced to suppress embarrassment, and his voice trembled and explained: "Too...hot, your feet are cold. Yes, it is very comfortable to hold."
Hearing the explanation, Sangsang let out a cry, lay down again to sleep, adjusted his body and leaned to the right to make it easier and easier for Ning Que to hold his right foot.
Lao Bi Zhai's back house returned to quiet, only a few cicadas cried faintly from the street.
I don't know how long it has passed, 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 I should be almost fourteen now." /
"Fourteen..."
Ning Que repeated it silently in his heart, then let go of the little feet in his hands and said: "Sleep well."
Sangsang opened his eyes and looked at him curiously and asked: "Master, don't you feel too hot?"
"I'll get the pu fan."
"What's the use of a fan?"
"Does your feet smell bad?"
"I wash my feet every day, but Master, your feet are really smelly."
"No matter, I'm going to get a pu fan anyway."
"Master."
"Hmm."
"Let me come."
There was a rustling sound from the other side of the bed. Sangsang crawled over, crawled to Ning Que and lay down, stretched out his thin arms and legs to hug him, and pressed his face to his chest. , Looking for a comfortable position, and then rubbed.
She snuggled in his arms and muttered sleepily, "This is cool."
She was still thin, and she wrapped Ning Que's legs around his waist, looking like a silk dodder on an oak tree.
However, after all, it was a girl who was over fourteen years old, and she felt cool and bounced through her thin single clothes.
Ning Que looked at the roof with his eyes open, and he was clearly in his arms, but he felt that it was getting hotter and hotter and couldn't sleep at all.
The cicadas on the green trees in the streets are also insomnia for some reason, crying for heat.
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(Written well, so ***.
Double*** has started. I can't do this even if I leave it alone. Thank you for your troublesome shots. )