Nightfall Chapter 176: Disobedient little things
Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 176 Disobedient Little Things
Old Bi Zhai has a backyard in front of it, but the place is too small. It’s too dangerous to use the **** old woman’s flying sword here. It doesn’t matter if it hurts the flowers, but it’s sangsang. Washing rice and cooking with a **** umbrella? So Ning Que did not practice swords after returning to Lin 47 Lane, and once again stood at the desk and stared at the snow-white book paper with pen and ink.
Today he was not in a daze like a statue. He took a deep breath from time to time, he lowered his waist and moved his feet to pace back and forth, raised his eyebrows and eyed from time to time, and even vaguely heard him humming a little song, his right hand holding a brush no longer It was as heavy as it was the other day, but it was easily suspended in the air, and it was a virtual painting at a distance. Although it still didn't paint, it seemed a lot easier.
Sangsang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips, steamed it on the rice bowl, and went into the back room to undress the apron, and saw this scene. She watched with curiosity as Ning Que kept spinning around the desk, and the brush in her hand was scribbling in the air. After a while, she felt a little dizzy. She clutched her forehead and said, "Master, it's really tiring, so just write twice. Try."
Ning Que stopped jumping around and said with a smile: "Why try if you know it won't work."
Sangsang wiped his wet hands and said with a smile: "Even if it doesn't work, just apply some ink **** and you can sell it now."
Ning Que laughed at this. And Sangsang suddenly reacted, looking at Ning Que in surprise, thinking about what happened today, the young master didn't turn into an idiot when he picked up the pen, and he still had the spirit to gossip with him?
Next, Ning Que accompanied her for a meal. After the meal, she let her make a pot of tea and moved the armchair to the small courtyard. Sitting and watching the stars and drinking tea, she seemed extremely relaxed and happy. When the light came up late at night, he walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned against the bedside, taking out a book from nowhere, looking at it intently, frowning slightly and rubbing his fingers slowly.
Sangsang walked into the house with the footwasher, thinking about the weirdness of tonight, and couldn't help but wonder. After living together for so many years, she knew very well that when Ning Que was trapped by a difficult problem, she would be as desperate as she did a few days ago. I really don’t understand why Ning Que suddenly became so relaxed today. Could it be that he has already resolved that Do you feel hopeless?
"Master, what book are you reading?" She looked at the old book in Ning Que's hand and asked.
Ning Que was taken aback when he was asked, glanced at the pornographic book that he had secretly brought out from the cave in the back of the academy, coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, turned around to avoid her eyes, and said:" Those messy things between men and women, you are still young and can't watch."
Sangsang took off his shoes and socks, then moved a stool to sit on the other side of the footbath, patted his thigh and motioned him to put his feet in the basin, and said, "They are just beautiful women. What's so beautiful about love, love and sourness."
Ning Que said with a smile: "How do you understand the wit...oh...comfortable...don't scratch your feet."
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The mountain cliffs behind the academy, the fog has faded, and the clear scenery is elegant, the waterwheel behind the house babbles, and there are dull sounds of iron strikes in the house from time to time, and then with a sneer, water mist fills the room.
In the dark corner, Senior Brother Si was observing the direction of the rune line on the sand table through the slight light from the window. When the steam came on his face, he slightly frowned and waved away, but his eyes still stayed away from the sand table, and his expression was particularly focused.
The complicated and inexplicable lines on the sand table walked slowly, following some unspeakable law, extending towards each other, until they finally touched, the lines changed again, and they would be combined into a new style. Senior Brother Si's eyes became brighter and brighter, but his face became paler and paler. Seeing his solemn expression, you can know that this time the rune deduction has reached the most critical moment.
However, at this moment, a panicked ouch sounded on the cliff outside the house, followed by an unremarkable breaking wind, and saw a gray sword shadow crookedly flying into the door.
Six brothers, who were concentrating on ironing, suddenly raised his thick eyebrows, and picked up a heavy hammer like a piece of paper with his right hand, and slammed it at the sword shadow. This unspeakable lifting was so light. It is so wonderful that it is not a career of hammering and hammering for decades, day after day, and it is absolutely impossible to wield such a subtle and accurate hammer.
However...because of the controller's panic and terrible abilities, the gray sword shadow is extremely slow, but it's crooked and unsteady. It seems a bit elusive because of its irregularity. He leaned upwards like a proud second brother, and hovered in the air for a while and swayed like a philosophical eleventh brother. It was really not an ordinary way. It was messy but coincidentally avoided the sixth brother’s hammer. Flew to the dark corner with a swish!
With a snap, the handleless flying sword slammed into the sand table in the corner. The body of the sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword hit the intersection of the rune lines "accurately", and the lines suddenly seemed as liberated. The rope usually breaks every inch and no longer the previous situation.
Six brothers held the hammer, glanced at the sand table in the corner, smiled honestly, turned around and continued to strike.
Concentrating on the sand table all the time, he didn't even notice the Fourth Senior Brother of this flying sword. Only then did he react. He looked at the broken lines on the sand table, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and his body trembled violently because of anger.
A figure appeared at the door, and saw him panting and flattering with a smile: "Two brothers, sorry, sorry."
The fourth brother suddenly turned around and stared at the clean and cute face at the door, as if he had seen the most filthy and nasty thing in the world, his pale face turned red sharply, he slapped the sand table heavily, and roared: "Ning Que! Can you find a place where no one is! This is the third time! If there is another time, I will tear you apart!"
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"As the saying goes, when people make mistakes, horses make stumbles, and masters are hungry, I just started practicing the Haoran sword. It is understandable for some mistakes. I really don't understand why the fourth brother is so angry." Ning Que Walking along the lake with the wooden sword, he said in pieces: "Fortunately, the hammer of the sixth brother did not smash, otherwise the sword would be smashed. I have to go to the second brother to ask for it."
His current ability to control Feijian is really terrible. The ten key points of the snow-capped mountains and the sea, the vitality of the world that can be controlled are so pitiful. The uploading is not smooth, and the commanding power of the grassroots troops is naturally extremely poor. It is basically wishful thinking to want to refer to where to fight. It is a common occurrence to point to where to fight.
Before bypassing the Jinghu Lake and coming to a dense forest, he was facing the sixth brother’s iron house across the lake. He wanted to use his own realm to cultivate, even if the small universe broke out, it was impossible to fly the sword across the lake. He settled a lot, adjusted his breathing, and after a moment of meditation, the wooden sword with his flat hands flew through the air again, slowly turning around the top of his head twice.
Looking up at the flying sword dancing against the backdrop of the blue sky, Ning Que felt an extremely satisfying feeling in her heart, and murmured in admiration, "This feeling is really good. Although it can't be used to kill people, it can also be used for tricks. Not bad."
Thinking like this, the handleless flying sword instantly broke away from his mind control, and slammed down from the air with a swift sound. The sword's edge pointed directly at his face door, bluffing, he hugged his head and lay down directly. On the ground, embarrassed to the extreme.
Before the flying sword was about to land, I didn't know whether it was due to the induction of his thought force or some other reason. It was weirdly forcibly shaken and flew up again, rubbing his scalp with a swish, and flying diagonally. Into the dense forest.
Ning Que, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his fingers and pinched the sword art. He found that Feijian had lost his sense of consciousness and got up while cursing, "This disobedient little thing."
At this moment, there was a rustle in the dense forest. Nine Senior Brother Bei Gong Weiyang covered his forehead with one hand, and walked out with the flute tube and the flying sword in the other, looking very miserable.
Senior Brother Jiu walked to Ning Que, looked at him blankly, then pointed to his forehead, picked up the flute and tapped the wooden sword twice, and said solemnly, "Little brother. , If you don’t have this talent, don’t force it... If you continue to practice like this, it doesn’t matter if you hurt us. The birds in the forest are scared away by you. Recognize the sound of our flute and piano?"
Ning Que held back his smile, stepped forward to take the wooden sword, and suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Brother Nine, if there are no birds in the forest listening to the wonderful sounds, then you can play a song to the younger brother and I. Listen?"
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In the Huxin Pavilion, Senior Sister Seven was embroidering flowers while humming a soft and pleasant southern song. Suddenly she saw her willow eyebrows raised slightly, her wrists turned over, and the thin embroidery needles pinched between her fingers brought them up. A terrifying sound of breaking through the air, extremely accurately picked up the wooden sword flying from nowhere on the right cheek. With a snap, the wooden sword fell into the lake and sank to the bottom.
Ning Que ran to the lake out of breath, waved to her in the pavilion, and said, "Senior Sister Seven...Can you help the younger brother call that flying sword up? I've gone to the lake to fish today. Three times, there is really no clothes to change."
Senior Sister Liu frowned and looked at him and said, "I’m too lazy to care about you, the dignified sword, you have been trained into a wasp tail needle. It’s so cunning, if it’s not for the people in the back mountains, they will protect themselves. I'm afraid I really want your way."
Ning Que said sadly: "Senior Sister Seven, this is not what I think, what can I do if it is not obedient? I can't beat it."
This is really cute. Senior Sister Seven covered her sleeves and smiled. Suddenly her eyes rolled around and her fingers flicked slightly.
With a slight sneer, Ning Que suddenly felt that there was something on his collar, and when he looked down, he saw a thin, cold needle, piercing the collar and stopped there, only one minute away. They have to pierce their neck.
He looked up at the Seventh Sister in the pavilion in amazement, thinking that with such accuracy and strength at such a distance, this needle technique is really terrifying.
Senior Sister Seven stood up, looked at him and smiled and said: "You idiot, since you can't control so much vitality, why bother to learn flying swords? Isn't flying needle the same?"
Ning Que stood by the lake blankly.
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"The needle is too thin, and the force of urges to control the vitality of the world is like a silk. It is too difficult to wind up. The most important thing is that this is a small thing smaller than the flying sword. To feel and control it, it requires too much precision. High."
"You can’t just try again. The head of the wooden sword is rounded. Even if the needle is flattened, it will still hurt when it pierces people. If it really hits any senior, they will definitely not look like that. Just like a goose, hit me twice and stop."
In the pine forest at the back of the academy, Ning Que stared at the thin needle between his fingers and muttered to himself, thinking that the big white goose raised by the second brother had been pierced with a needle and chased after him. Half a mountain, I felt a little shuddering.
"Take a break, you must take a break first."
He stood up from Matsushita and went deeper, sniffing the faint oily odor, and easily found two seniors who were concentrating in an old pine.
"Brother, let me play chess with me."
When Brother Five saw who it was, his face became extremely ugly, and he said in shock: "Little Brother! How did you find us?"
Ning Que replied honestly: "Little Junior Brother has been learning hunting in Minshan since childhood. It is easy to find someone in the mountain."
Senior Brother Five glanced at the fellow with the same earthy face on the opposite side, and said with a trembling, "Eighth Brother, I am your senior...Since I still can’t escape today, then you should take the task of playing chess with this stinky chess basket. Give it one."
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One day.
Ning Que didn't practice the Haoran sword, but honestly beat Senior Brother Six in the iron room. From morning to evening, I don't know how many hammers he swung. Even with the strength of his body, he felt sore all over.
Senior Brother Six untied the leather apron in front of his naked body, gave him a scoop of water, smiled and asked, "What is going on, I can say now."
Ning Que poured water into his abdomen, let out a comfortable sigh, and said, "Brother, Senior Sister Seven, she suggested that I should try the flying needle, but the flying needle is too light to be easy to master, so I want to ask. What solution do you have?"
"Although you are not confused, but the destiny should always have some ideas?" Senior Brother Six asked.
Ning Que said distressedly: "It's funny to say, now I have a bigger reaction to silver, but I can't use silver ingots as my life."
Sixth Senior Brother was stunned, and after a long silence, he said: "Then I...give you some silver needles."
Ning Que's eyes shimmered slightly and said, "Can you focus on it?"
Senior Brother Six looked at him and said: "No matter how heavy it is, it is gold."
Ning Que said seriously: "Although I haven't tried gold, I believe that my feelings for it will definitely exceed the feelings for silver."
Senior Brother Six was silent again, and after a long time he said helplessly: "The golden needle is too soft, I will find a way to mix something else for you."
Ning Que was overjoyed and gave a deep thought, then he suddenly thought of some possibility, his eyes brightened.
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The next day after a certain day.
In a calligraphy and painting shop in Lin 47 Lane in Chang'an City, a black-faced little maid throwing a rag with a calm face was in a terrible mood, and she decided to spend her private money today to buy powder in large quantities at Chen Jinji. But her young master grabbed a pile of silver tickets and went out like a gambling ghost, exchanged silver and real gold, and returned to the back of the college happily.
The rough cloth was unwrapped, and three polished shabby knives appeared in front of Senior Brother Six.
Ning Que stood next to the three knives, looking at Senior Brother Six with hopeful eyes.
Senior Brother Six looked at Pu Dao and the gold and silver next to Pu Dao. After a long silence, he raised his head to look at the excited Ning Que and asked seriously: "Based on these things, I think Junior Brother, you are going to play ...Flying knife?"
"Not bad." Ning Que rubbed his hands and said nervously, "Brother, I am best at swordsmanship. Since swords can fly, knives can of course fly, plus your help to mix gold and silver, I believe it will Better than Feijian?"
Sixth Senior Brother's sorrowful expression finally turned stiff: "But... have you ever seen such a big flying knife in the world?"
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In Ning Que's view, enemies hate you, so their verbal attacks are farts. Those smart people are the best at talking and speaking, so their verbal attacks are also farts. However, his self-esteem was deeply hurt by the occasional and inadvertent verbal attacks of a good fellow like Brother Six.
Because of depression and self-esteem, Ning Que decided to calm down and think about how to go in the future, so he slanted into the mountain road and lined up the flowers and trees, and found ten mumbling to himself in the depths of Chun. Brother Yi.
"Brother, what new insights do you have recently, let the younger brothers learn."
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Someone flew a sword by the lake, smashing flowers and plants and the heads of the seniors, messing up the heart of the sisters embroidering the spring, messing up the magical threads on the sand table, messing up the blue waves in the lake and the wet grass in the water.
Someone was flying a needle in the forest with a few **** mouths on his body. After a short time, he could be seen chased by a big white goose, screaming and wailing all over the mountains.
Someone strikes iron in the house, and his feet are filled with all kinds of weird materials, mainly gold and silver, supplemented by gems. The sixth brother is silent and tidying up the design for him, and his honest face is full of grievances. .
In the late spring of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, these pictures were repeated in the back mountain of the academy. Until many years later, the people living in the back mountain still felt a little embarrassed when thinking of those days. .
The younger brother who just entered the second floor, practicing his broken sword, practicing his broken needle, thinking about his broken ideas, tossing his brothers and sisters, really made them feel very incomparable distressed.
"Are you crazy lately?"
Chen Pipi put down the food box, and looked at Ning Que, who was still satisfied after losing three games of eight consecutive games, and asked with emotion.
"What do you mean? Try flying needle or flying knife?" Ning Que asked in confusion.
"Everything..." Chen Pipi said irritably, "You haven't gotten started with Haoran Sword, and you haven't been on the road with Master Yan Se's talisman. Why do you have so much energy to toss so many weird things? "
"It is always good to learn more."
"What are you doing in such a hurry? Practice emphasizes gradual and orderly progress. The most important thing is to lay the foundation first."
"My aptitude is so poor, no matter how good the foundation is, it is useless. It is better to learn more."
Chen Pipi sighed and said: "In my opinion...you should concentrate on Fu Dao. Fu Dao's savvy talent is not the foundation."
Ning Que asked curiously: "Why can't we learn together?"
Chen Pipi frowned and said: "Insatiable greed is not a good thing for spiritual practice."
Ning Que said with a smile: "I have learned a truth since I was a child, and nothing can be done without being greedy."
Chen Pipi smiled back and said: "I discovered that you are such a second person, and you are actually two more than the second brother."
"I won't tell the second brother this sentence."
"A bowl of crab porridge."
"Impossible. Recently, the loss of gold and silver in the family has been too fast, and the girl Sangsang has been very upset."
"Then...how much do you want."
"Two hundred silver and two silver."
"Two hundred taels? What are you doing with so many silver needles? You want to learn medical skills and needles!"
"You control me."
"Well, good, then I will scold you a few more words."
"Pippi, don't forget that the back mountain is the second floor of the academy. We are all on the second floor. Naturally, we are all second-tier products."
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"Chen Erhuo, do you have any comments?"
"I...no opinion." Chen Pippi looked at him like a madman, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you toss those for spiritual practice, why are you harassing the brothers every day? In the beginning, you were not My face paled when I heard that I wanted to listen to music and play chess? Why do I suddenly change my temper and go to listen to music and play chess every day?"
Ning Que replied with a smile: "At first, I didn’t like it because I didn’t like being forced to listen to music and play chess. Now that the second brother has spoken, no one will force me. I choose to go. When you do it, you can still do it. Brother Beigong’s flute is really good, and the opportunity to play with the two major players, where to find the opportunity outside the academy? Do some leisure activities between practice as entertainment, you can cultivate sentiment and walk in the future All these things in the world can be used to brag and shock people."
Chen Pipi was silly, holding his chubby cheeks and asked: "Where is the Eleven Brother? What are you bothering him for?"
"Brother Eleven doesn't bother me."
Ning Que approached him and said in a low voice, "Have you noticed that listening to Senior Brother Eleven talks about these mysterious and mysterious issues, which can not only help you fall asleep, but also help you enter meditation?"
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All the disciples on the second floor of the academy held a group meeting in Houshan that night. Even the student in the cliff cave was called over, but the old man was holding an old book and concentrated on reading. Ignore what the people around me said.
Ning Que did not attend this meeting, not because he had already returned to his home in Chang'an City, but because the main topic of this meeting on the second floor of the Academy was to study how to deal with his current problems.
"Don’t you think that Junior Brother is miserable? Haoran Sword trained into the Hornets Tail Stitch... It’s definitely not his willingness, but his aptitude, so he was forced to think about it. A mess of ideas. I said you should tolerate more, don’t look at him smiling every day, but I always feel that his laughter brings tears and a shadow in his heart."
The place where the meeting was held was the small courtyard where the second brother lived. Senior sister seven was sitting cross-legged in the deepest part of the Arhat bed with an embroidery frame. Her posture was extremely casual and natural, and she was not very afraid of the second brother.
Listening to these words, the four brothers with the most serious expression frowned and said, "It's not a question of tolerance or intolerance. Would I still be really angry with the younger brother? The main question now is how to help the younger brother Solve problems in spiritual practice."
Senior Sister Yu Lian, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, smiled slightly, but did not say anything.
The fifth brother frowned and said: "I think the first problem is to strengthen the confidence of the younger brother. He is pestering me and the old eight to play chess every day. No matter how badly I lose, he smiles. Obviously, he has lost numbness, even a little bit. Abnormal, this is not good."
Everyone thought that this was indeed the truth.
Senior Brother Nine tapped on the flute tube, pondered for a moment, and looked at somewhere and said: "The teacher and the senior brother are not there, now you are respected by the second brother in Houshan. To be honest, on the day of the sword practice by the lake, you said The words are really hurtful. The so-called tying the bell to untie the bell, if the second brother, you sincerely praise the younger brother, I want to rebuild his confidence in practicing the Haoran sword."
Everyone looked at the second brother sitting in the middle.
The second brother was silent for a long time and said: "I... won't lie."
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(The cutest and most loving chapter since the beginning of the night...The more you write, the more you like the academy, and you will continue to like it until the end of this story, and you will start to boost yourself up tomorrow.)