Nightfall Chapter 147: Straight to the Academy

The **** horse was grazing with his head down, and the dead grass in the deep winter was tasteless and tasteless. It looked up at the two new graves deep in the meadow, and watched the little maid thinking secretly that now the two might become their own mistresses, or the one who bathes for themselves in the wasteland is better. This one is too dark and too skinny to look good. That white and beautiful hand is quite gentle.

Thinking about these things, it walked out of the meadow, waiting to see] After seeing the dark carriage, its body suddenly stiffened, thinking about how there is such a heavy carriage in this world ? Since being looked at by Ning Que in the meadow that spring, he has become more and more miserable. Could it be that Ning Que missed his life?

Before the new grave, Sangsang lowered his body to pat off the dirt on his knees and walked to Ning Que to clean up his clothes. At this moment, sparse snow suddenly floated in the sky.

With a soft sound, the **** umbrella stretched overhead, covering the sky and the snow foam squeezed out of the clouds. The master and servant held the black umbrella to the carriage outside the meadow Go.

Under the **** umbrella, Sangsang lowered his head and said softly: "Master, I really have something to tell you."

"Don't panic." Ning Que remembered something and took out a small box from his arms. "I spent half a month in Tuyang City, and I have carefully selected a gift for you. Take a look. Do you like it?"

Actually, when he left Tuyang City on the New Year’s Day, he bought it in a shop on the side of the street. It took half a month and no matter how carefully selected, but his expression was Very serious, no flaws can be seen.

Sangsang took the box curiously, and opened it to find a cute little mud tiger inside. The little mud tiger in the box was half-sided and naive. She looked at it and laughed and said, "I like it, it looks pretty."

Ning Que said brazenly: "That is, you don't want to think about how much energy I spent on it."

Sangsang closed the box and asked, "Who is that pretty little sister in white dress?"

This question came too natural, so it was very sudden.

Ning Que was startled, and then said with a smile: "She, her name is Mo Shanshan, she is a great river country..."

Lin Forty-Seven Lane at night is very quiet, but today, in addition to the crackling of the braziers in each home, the soft sound of dead leaves falling on the winter snow, there is also the peculiar sound of the **** horse blowing lips and skins. .

Washing from head to toe to refreshing, Ning Que leaned comfortably on the north kang, took out a waste fire symbol that was not completely unsuccessful at the beginning, rubbed it with fingers, and then rubbed it evenly on the head with both hands. Knead it, but for a while, the warmth remaining in the shreds of talisman paper dried the wet hair, smooth and black.

"Ready to sleep." He happily got into the warm bed, feeling the comfortable temperature from the kang, and suddenly found that Sangsang was kneeling on the bed over there with the bedding. He couldn't help but say: "How come you come to sleep together ?"

Sangsang laid out the bedding, took off his coat and folded it next to the pillow, and said, "I am so old, of course I have to sleep in separate beds."

Ning Que was startled, and found that this sentence made sense, but still felt a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while, stretched out his hand and flicked his index finger on the quilt, and the candle on the table went out.

"Then go to sleep."

The room was quiet. After a while, there was a sound of rustling, then his bedding was lifted, a small, cool body got in, and then quietly leaned against his chest.

Ning Que hugged her, gently stroked her palms on her back, just like when she was sleeping when she was a child, feeling the body of the little girl in her arms, smelling the smell of her hair coming from her neck , Sighed: "It's still so comfortable."

Sangsang arched his head in his arms, looking for the most familiar and comfortable posture, and hummed.

I don’t know how long it took, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at Ning Que and said, "I really have something to say."

Ning Que looked down at her, and said after a moment of silence: "I do have something very important to tell you."

Without re-lighting the candle, with the bright light of the stars outside the window on the winter snow, he took out a heavy silver ingot from the corner of the wall and let Sangsang focus on it.

As soon as Ning Que moved his mind, he transported the awe-inspiring qi in the reel to his hands. When he rubbed his hands, he twisted the ingot of snowflake silver into a silver stick, and then quickly squeezed with his fingers, and the tip of the silver stick instantly changed. Very sharp.

Sangsang knelt on the kang with a quilt on his shoulders, and asked puzzledly: "When did you learn to conjure?"

Ning Que slammed the sharp silver stick into his arm, and saw that the sharp tip plunged deeply into it, but only a very shallow white mark was left, without a drop of blood oozing out. .

Sangsang was surprised, poked his arm with a finger and said, "So hard?"

"I learned the awe-inspiring aura left by the little uncle. It is this aura that has transformed my body into this way. The so-called aocratic aura is to absorb the vitality between the heaven and the earth and store it in my body."

Ning Que looked at the starlight and snow reflected in her eyes, and said after a long silence: "To put it another way, the practice I practice now is that of the Demon Sect. To this world, I am a demon. Remnants of the Zong."

Even if he is the son of Hades, there is no shadow to Sangsang. What's more, what is the remnant of the Demon Sect. Isn't the young master who has cultivated the Demon Sect technique a young master? After stunned, Sangsang thought of another very important question, and said: "That's it... what the teacher said may indeed be true, you are the son of Pluto."

"Bringing eggs." Ning Que was so angry that he rubbed the silver stick in his hand into a silver ball, flicked the quilt to cover the two people, and said: "Don't mention the bullshit, I will eat tomorrow Fried egg noodles."

Sangsang hummed in the quilt and replied: "I see."

In the early morning of the second day, I ate a bowl of omelette noodles with green onions, olives and special eggs. Ning Que went to the academy. The master Yan Se gifted him the carriage as a great inheritance. He naturally took this carriage. The original carriage has been refunded.

The carriage passed through the yellowish meadow under the winter morning light, and came to the stone gate of the academy. Ning Que jumped out of the carriage, untied the **** horse and let it go to play on its own. Some matters of repair.

Then he carried a heavy bag, walked through Zhushes and narrow alleys, walked to the wetland and looked at the fish swimming idly among the thin ice blocks, then looked at the thick forest like a sword in the distance, and came to it. In front of the old school.

They are all very familiar sceneries. There are many good memories of him. Although he has only been missing for half a year, he has already missed them very much. The more I miss Chang'an City, the less I believe in Wei City. I look up at the old book building. With East Window still open, Ning Que suddenly understood one thing. The place he missed most was probably his hometown.

Walking through the cloud and mist that envelops the mountain, he flicked away the last mist with his right hand, and he came to the broad cliff on the mountainside, looking at the grass, flowers and trees that were completely out of season. At the silver waterfall falling from the top of the cliff in the distance, he couldn't help but shouted out loudly: "I'm back!"

The shouts echoed in the mountains behind the empty college. After a long time, apart from his voice, there was no response, and no seniors came out to welcome him happily.

Ning Que couldn’t help feeling a little worried, and walked along the mountain road to the mirror lake, and then the expression on his face became more and more happier, more and more cheerful, because although there were still no seniors and sisters, he heard In the mountains and forests by the road, there were people playing the piano and singing, some chess pieces fell on the ground, and the sound of a **** entering the soil must be burying flowers.

There was a waterwheel by the stream, and the house in front of the waterwheel still made the sound of iron strikes. Those monotonous and boring sounds seemed to have never stopped. Ning Que lifted up his spirits, weighed his luggage behind him, and quickened his pace.

However, when he was still halfway, he was stopped by someone.

He followed the voice and looked at the center of the small lake like a bright mirror. The pavilion that was bombed by the first Yuan thirteen arrows had been restored as before. Seventh Sister looked at him and smiled and waved. A wave of hand was regarded as a greeting, and after a moment, the serious-looking Second Senior Apprentice walked out slowly with his highly unserious high crown.

"You did a good job in this practice."

Standing on the lakeshore, the second senior brother held his hands and said while looking at the lake and mountains, his tone was plain and beyond doubt.

In the back mountain of the academy, it is much harder to get praise or affirmation from the second senior brother than from the master or senior brother, so Ning Que can't help but feel a little flattered and doesn't know what to say.

"The shooting of Longqing is nothing. The brothers and sisters spent so much effort to make you thirteen yuan arrows. They were originally meant to let you shoot that guy, so this is a matter of course, no It's worth boasting."

Second Senior Brother looked back at him, with an extremely rare expression of compliment on his face, and said: "But killing Gu Xi in Tuyang City...you did a good job. Leave Xiahou alone. In the city, ignore that it is the base camp of the Northeast Frontier Army, kill it as long as it takes up the truth. You must know that the disciples of my college pay attention to the word truth."

Ning Que killed Army Master Gu Xi in Tuyang City that day. A big reason was that he made a choice because of his strength and strength in the awe-inspiring realm. After thinking about it, it seemed a bit crazy. He was on the journey back to Chang'an. I was always worried about whether Senior Brother would teach himself because of this incident, but he didn't even think that Senior Brother Second thought.

As if guessing what he was thinking, the second elder brother was silent for a moment and then slowly said: "I have always respected the elder brother, but what I respect is his cultivation, his mood and even his virtues, as well as the ways of forgiveness he believes in. , The law of life, but I have different ideas from him. If we really repay our grievances with virtue, then what should we use to repay our virtue?"

Listening to these words, Ning Que seriously asked after thinking for a while: "Then why complain?"

The second brother said: "Of course it is to report grievances directly."

Ning Que exclaimed: "Brother's words are simple but not simple. There is great meaning in the details."

The second brother looked at him and said, "This is what the teacher taught us back then, so you praised the wrong person.

(Thank you! I continue to work hard! This is the first chapter, the next chapter is about six o'clock.)