Nightfall Chapter 257: One night watching the sword and then painting it

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 257, One Night Watching the Sword, and Painting

The mountain breeze poured into the grass cottage, and the veil was swaying. The mist emerged from the teacup held by the master, and then dissipated in an instant. If you want to come, the hot tea in the cup will cool faster. . . com

Ning Que is not Chen Pipi, and his face has not been wrinkled by the wind, but when the master is irritated and reprimanded, he can't help but look a little sad, and said: "I just want you to see if there are many advantages or disadvantages."

The master took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, shook his head and said: "I am so old, how can I have the energy to think about these small things, do you think it is not worthwhile?"

Ning Que said earnestly: "Since she made this request, I have been thinking about this matter. Haoran sword is indeed the most famous kendo skill in our academy, but without the awe-inspiring spirit of the young master, in fact It’s not a practice that cannot be spread out at all."

The Master said noncommittal, "Go on."

Ning Que recalled the scene of the battle with Ye Hongyu in the courtyard of Bijuli and the broken plum, thinking of the paper sword she held between her fingers, and hesitated: "The paper sword she took Although I can’t understand it, it’s really interesting. I even suspect that it might be the Southern Jin Dynasty..."

The Master frowned and looked at him, and said displeased: "Be simple."

Ning Que said honestly: "I think it's a good deal."

The master said casually: "If this is the case, if you are hesitant, then change it."

The academy’s Absolute Learning Haoran Sword was sent out in this way, and the Master’s expression was so indifferent, it felt like sending out a wilted Chinese cabbage.

Ning Que was a little unable to adapt to the atmosphere in the field. After hesitating for a while, he looked at the master behind the case and asked tentatively: "Teacher, do you have anything to ask me?"

The master took the scroll, ready to continue the previous things, and said casually: "What can I ask?"

Ning Que asked with a hopeful look: "What if I die?"

The master did not raise his head at all, looked at the scroll in his hand, waited for Xinmo to melt, and said: "Anyone will die. If you die, you don't need to remind me, I will be sorry."

The best hope was thus vanished. Ning Que’s powerful heart that was soaked in corpse water and invaded, finally cracked after listening to the teacher’s irresponsible and even indifferent words. It became two petals, one was left for Sangsang, and the other turned into a fantasy fire that burned the master's beard.

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Ning Que first went to the small courtyard of the second brother and made his request in the sound of the waterfall, then he went to the cliff cave where there were thousands of books hidden, and finally he walked through the Cloud Gate and walked to the old second. On the second floor, drew out a few sword art techniques related to the Haoran sword on the bookshelf, and walked to the east window to ask the third sister to register.

The whole process of fetching the book went smoothly, and it was a little weird smoothly.

The master gave an extremely irresponsible orally, the second brother, the scholar, and the third sister were extremely irresponsible and didn’t want any tokens at all, so they gave him what he wanted, so much so that when he held the thick When I got into the carriage with several books, I still didn't wake up.

He thought that according to his experience today, wouldn't he be able to steal those precious practice books from the academy anytime and anywhere? In this way, I don't have to worry about food and clothing in this life.

Back to the house by the Yanming Lake, Ning Que went directly to the backyard, threw a few thick books in his arms, all on the desk, and said: "What you want."

Ye Hongyu picked up a book from the table and frowned slightly. She didn't even think that the academy would actually let Ning Que take out such a precious practice book so carelessly. Some doubted the authenticity of these books, but when she opened the cover page, she knew it was indeed true.

Ning Que found that the book she was holding was a preliminary study of the Haoran Sword, and it was the same one she had vomited blood into the old book, so she couldn't help feeling a little. After a while, he got rid of this emotion, looked at Ye Hongyu whose mind was already immersed in the book, and reminded: "Where is mine?"

Ye Hongyu raised his hand to ease the cloth button between the collar of the opening robe.

Ning Que stared at the movement of her fingers, even he himself didn't know at this time, whether he was looking forward to the paper sword that seemed to contain countless mysteries, or looking forward to the beautiful scenery under the robe.

Ye Hongyu took out the thin paper sword hidden deep in Xieyi, but did not pass it over, but stared at Ning Que's eyes and said: "There are two requirements."

Ning Que said: "You said."

Ye Hongyu said: "You can only watch this paper sword for one night."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "Impossible, unless you only read these books about practicing Haoran sword for one night."

Ye Hongyu smiled slightly, ready to say something.

Ning Que suddenly thought that the young Taoist priest in front of him was a genius in the world of spiritual practice. Maybe she had such a memorable horror skill like Sangsang, so he quickly reached out to stop her from taking the conversation, and said, "Time is limited. It’s not appropriate to die this way. I agree with you to watch for a few more nights, so I will watch it for a few more nights."

Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly, then laughed, and shook his head and said, "You are quick to react."

Ning Que said: "I am not a person willing to suffer."

Ye Hongyu said: "Three nights."

Ning Que thought about it for a moment and said, "The deal."

Then he asked curiously: "What is the second condition?"

Ye Hongyu looked at the paper sword between his fingers and said, "You are not allowed to smell the smell on it."

This paper sword has been hidden in her chest. I don’t know how many scented sweats have been applied to her body. If an ordinary woman is afraid to be ashamed, Ye Hongyu does not want to do it, but she does not want Ning Que to do it Out of those disgusting things.

Ning Que looked at her seriously and said, "Am I like such a perverted person?"

Ye Hongyu smiled and said: "Senior Sister Sangsang grew up with you since she was a child. You turned her into a roommate when she was not an adult. This is a very abnormal behavior."

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In the courtyard of summer night, I occasionally hear the sound of cicadas and frogs croak constantly.

With the light of the oil lamp, Ning Que quietly looked at the paper sword between his fingers.

Sangsang previously accompanied him in a daze at this little paper sword, but at this time he finally couldn't afford to sleep well.

Ning Que felt the touch of the paper between his fingers, and subconsciously rubbed it lightly.

This action looked a little obscene, but in fact he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​obscenity, and he didn't even think about this piece of paper rubbing gently among the soft flesh on Dao Chi's chest.

He just wanted to relieve the tension in his mind through this action.

The paper sword is very thin, the paper is ordinary and ordinary, only the size of two human fingers, the edge of the paper sword is an uneven ink line, and there are some rough paper edges outside the ink line.

In the beginning, this should be a small sword drawn on paper, and then torn apart. From the ink lines on the edge of the paper sword, we can draw a conclusion that the sword painter is not good at using pens. The Danqing realm is extremely low, but that person's cultivation realm is very high, so high that the ink lines seem to be real swords!

The slightly yellow light made the thin paper between his fingers darker.

Ning Que stared at the paper sword, his expression becoming more and more serious and nervous.

The lakeside courtyard after nightfall is not as sultry as it is during the day, but sweat began to seep out on his face, gradually becoming the size of a soybean, slowly dripping from his cheeks.

Sweat is getting more and more, constantly pouring from the crotch of his back, and gradually wet the thin shirt, wet the pants under him, soak the fabric, and then run down the legs of the chair to the ground.

His body at this time, as if it were a mass of cotton wool filled with water, was forced by the powerful and majestic invisible sword intent on the paper sword, and it began to drip continuously.

The reason for this is because his mind power has broken through the sharp invisible boundary that caused Zhihai's pain on the edge of the paper sword, entered the inside of the paper sword, and felt the truth of the sword intent.

In the battle in Bijuli a few days ago, when Ye Hongyu took out this small paper sword from his arms, he once felt the terrifying sword attached to the paper like a big river from the sky. meaning.

At this time, the little paper sword is quietly lying between his fingers, so he can feel this sword intent more delicately and truly. In the middle of the night, he finally understands that this sword intent is not a simulation of a big river. The power of Yu Jiuxiao cloud hanging upside down, but the description of the river itself.

This fact proved a certain conjecture in Ning Que's mind.

He felt that this light paper sword between his fingers suddenly became extremely heavy.

He felt the surging yellow and turbid waves, constantly washing his body, hitting his sea of ​​consciousness, it seemed that he might break through the embankment at the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness at any time and spread to the wilderness.

Sword intent, he felt like falling into the depths of a big river, feeling strong pressure everywhere. In summer night's bedroom, he looked like a real drowning person, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his sweat was flowing like a waterfall. Out.

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In the early morning, Ning Que woke up from the state of meditation.

The armchair he was sitting on was all water.

A large area of ​​the green brick floor under the armchair has also been wet.

The paper sword he held between his fingers has also been dampened by sweat and becomes a little faintly transparent, but the sword drawn on the paper is still so clear, it seems that there is something in the ink lines. This kind of magical power can not be affected by the world's materials.

Sangsang looked at him worriedly beside him.

Ning Que looked at her with a hard smile and said, "It's okay."

He was taken aback by his own voice, which was so hoarse and dry, and it sounded like he felt like he had been in the desert for more than ten days without water.

He immediately understood that this is the result of too much water shortage, and said: "Boil a pot of porridge, and then hit the root of Huang Jing hidden in the study, I want to make up for it."

"The yellow essence has been boiled into the porridge. I saw you sweat too much, so I added heavy salt."

Sangsang took a bowl of mixed porridge from the little couple next to him, and watched him carefully and said: "Do you have any strength, do you want me to feed it?"

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After adding some energy a little, Ning Que went to the other courtyard and returned the paper sword to Ye Hongyu. He watched the sword overnight. He had already determined many things. He knew that with his current cultivation level, at most To realize this level, it doesn't make any sense to watch for two more nights.

Ye Hongyu looked at his pale cheeks, and said with emotion: “I know clearly where the limits of my abilities are, and I can resist the temptation of this paper sword, and I don’t want to go in stupidly. I have to admit Ning Que, although your qualifications are average, your character is the best in the world."

On weekdays, being so praised by Dao Chi, Ning Que would definitely show a proud look, but he had something in his heart today, knowing the sword in the sea, and did not talk much with her, so he left.

He left Yanming Lake in a horse-drawn carriage, came to the academy as fast as he could, and passed through the Cloud Gate array into the back mountain of the academy. He was too late to say hello to the brothers and sisters at Jinghu, frowning and sorrowing to himself. His expression was sometimes distressed and sometimes firm, and he walked towards the cliff cave on the mountainside.

Senior Sister Seven in Jinghu Pavilion put down the embroidery needles in her hand, looked at the back of Ning Que who disappeared in the forest, frowned, and muttered: "Little Junior Brother... I looked a little weird today, as if she was crazy. Fair."

The sixth brother, who was repairing the waterwheel by the stream, and at the same time giving fish to the big white goose, Muyu, straightened up, looked in that direction, and shook his head and said, "How is the little brother like the eleventh brother today?"

Ning Que didn't know what the senior brothers and sisters were talking about. He was like a foolish fellow, and walked under the cliff cave and walked to the desk of the scholar.

The scholar was reading and didn't even look up at him.

Ning Que stood beside the scholar and stopped talking to himself. Instead, he was silent for a long time. When the lines gradually merged into shape in the sea of ​​knowledge, his eyes lit up and he walked directly to the table. Later, he squeezed the scholar away from the stool, took the paper, picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and began to immerse himself in the book.

Students are the strangest existence in the back mountains of the academy. They usually have a very good temper, but if someone interrupts him to study, his temper will become very bad. Even the senior or second senior brothers dare not study with him. I came to bother when I was fascinated, but today he was squeezed so roughly by Ning Que, who was holding a roll of agricultural and industrial books, and he was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat Ning Que.

However, when he saw what Ning Que had written on the paper, his fist that had been raised in the air slowly fell, and he stood behind Ning Que curiously, looking more and more fascinated.

It didn’t take long for Ning Que to finish what he was going to do. He put the brush on the inkstone, lifted the paper into the air and looked at the sun carefully, confirming that although it is impossible for him to completely simulate that pound Dahe sword intent, but this is already the best level he can do.

He suddenly found that the scholar was looking at the paper in his hand behind him in a daze, and quickly explained: "I know this sword painting is really ugly, but it's none of my business."

"This sword...Where is it ugly?"

The scholar leaned his hands behind his back, looked at the crooked little sword on the paper, and exclaimed: "I haven't seen such a beautiful sword for many years."

Ning Que was shocked and wondered if this guy who only knew how to read could understand this sword, and subconsciously asked, "Mr., have you seen something similar before?"

The scholar did not turn his head, pointing to the cliff hole behind him and said: "There are many swordsmanship books hidden in it. Some authors like to draw illustrations for annotations, so I have seen some swords."

Ning Que thought that was so, and curiously asked, "What do you think of this sword?"

"If you copied this sword, it wouldn't be a big deal among the countless swords in the cliff cave collection, but your sword reveals the spirit of the original sword painter, that's wonderful. "

The scholar said: "I don't understand painting or swords, but I can understand the spirit of this sword."

"In my opinion, this sword can be ranked among the top five in the academy's thousand-year collection."

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