Nightfall Chapter 63: Master’s annoyance
The smile in Sangsang’s eyes is very indifferent—in the dictionary, there are many explanations for indifference, such as the appearance of indifference and silence, such as indifference, such as ignorance—these explanations often reveal naturalness She is very suitable for her dull traits, especially the ignorant one.
At this moment, she was sitting by the window looking at Master and Ning Que, just like the golden dragon leaning out from behind the burning cloud in the sky of the wasteland, and the **** of light will stand in the chariot and look down on the earth. But her position seemed to be higher, so the indifference in her eyes fell into another realm.
There is another explanation for indifference: restraining happiness and rejecting life, and staying away from words that carry human breath such as beauty, which represent the sacred and solemnity that transcends the world.
The indifferent smile appeared at the bottom of Sangsang’s eyes, and disappeared instantly, before a finger, and turned into blue smoke in an instant. She didn’t feel anything, Ning Que naturally didn’t see it, but Master See it.
The master looked at Sangsang and was silent for a long time, until Ning Que felt a little weird, and Sangsang's eyes showed a puzzled and helpless look, and he smiled and looked away.
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Master's eyes fell on Sangsang's hands.
Sangsang's left hand clenched into a fist. From Lanke Temple, to escaping from Chaoyang City of Moon Wheel Kingdom, to being taken in by the deserted tribe, she often held her left hand.
Where the Master's eyes fell, Sangsang's left hand spread out, revealing what was in his palm.
That is a white chess piece.
The master's expression is quiet like an old pine who has experienced countless autumn and winter.
His eyes are not peaceful. There are hundreds of millions of stars appearing in the black pupils, and then they start to move irregularly, drawing countless dense lines, and finally condensing into a bright spot of light.
This is an instantaneous thing. No one can see what happened in Master’s eyes. Ning Que can’t see, Sangsang can’t see, even if everyone in the world stands in front of Master, they can’t see. .
The bright spot of light deep in Master's eyes. Suddenly it exploded.
The master closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes returned to normal, his black cloak remained motionless, his expression still quiet, and wrinkles still seemed to contain countless wisdom.
Nothing seems to happen.
It seems that everything has already happened.
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The wall of the black carriage is engraved with extremely dense amulets, derived from the classics of Haotian South Gate. Created by Master Yan Se spent half his life. Very subtle and hard to break.
At the moment the Master opened his eyes again, the talisman array on the wall of the carriage suddenly seemed to be filled with countless excess aura. The quiet talismanic meaning suddenly became chaotic, the talisman shone with golden light and then dimmed.
The carriage is made of stainless steel. The weight of its own is extremely terrible. At this time, the talisman array suddenly failed, the wheel suddenly sank deeply into the soft spring wasteland ground, and the leather rope was deeply squeezed into the muscles of the **** horse!
The big dark horse was completely unprepared, how could he have thought that the carriage behind him would suddenly become so heavy, his front feet rose into the air, and then he knelt down and fell heavily to the ground!
The mud was splashing and the smoke was flying. The **** horse hissed with pain, the grass under him was crushed into a ball, the wild flowers in the grass scattered, floating up in the smoke and dust, and gradually entering the clouds.
There were only a few white clouds floating in the clear sky over the wasteland.
In the blue sky directly above the black carriage, there is a cloud made of rain. When the fragments of wild flowers floated up, there was rain falling, like a thin column of water, which happened to fall on the carriage, pattering. It’s like crying,
Looking out from the wasteland ground. At this time, the sun just moved behind the rain cloud. The clear sunlight penetrated through the three gaps in the cloud. It was slightly bright. The three small gaps, two on top, and one small, just like human eyes and His lips were narrowed, like an innocent face with a lovely smile.
The master was very annoyed, and after waving his hand, the cloud disappeared and the rain disappeared, saying: "Cry and laugh, sick?"
Ning Que didn't know what had happened, and said, "Teacher, it is Sangsang who is sick."
The master looked at him and shouted: "Do you have medicine?"
Ning Que couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "Don't you have medicine?"
The master became more and more displeased, and said, "I have given her the medicine, why are you talking about this?"
Ning Que was speechless, thinking that all the fellow students at the back of the college knew that the teacher was not the kind of expert who could not eat the fireworks. He was very temperamental, but today the temper was too steep and meaningless.
"Teacher, what is going on?" he asked worriedly.
The master was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "I am a little hungry, what do you want to eat?"
Ning Que looked at the damp field outside the car window, wondering what else to eat in this desolate place besides dry food?
The master glanced at Sangsang and said: "Since you are still alive, you have to live well. You should have some requirements for the quality of life. How can you eat whatever you want? I will take you to eat some delicious food."
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The **** horse got rid of the dizziness caused by the impact. After confirming that the carriage had become lighter again, according to the command of the master, he drove to the north of the wasteland, and only heard the wind whistling along the way, only the grass turned into light.
It didn’t take long before the black carriage came to a meadow. There were dozens of sheep scattered around the meadow. There were several tents behind the meadow. It looked like it was a herders tribe, but it was too small. A bit.
Ning Que got out of the carriage and looked at the angle of the sun, and saw that there were still snow hills in the distance.
He looked at the length of the grass again, and confirmed that this place was already in the far north of the wasteland. He couldn't understand it. In such a short time, how could the carriage ran so far.
A few herders walked out of the tent, dark complexion, and a vigilant expression mixed with panic. Depending on the situation, these herders rarely encountered foreign tourists.
Ning Que didn't know what the Master brought him and Sangsang to eat here. Just as the disciples were doing his job, he walked over to the herdsmen, ready to see what food was in the tent and spend money to buy it.
He knows the savage language on the wasteland, and even some very remote tribal dialects are good at it. However, today he suddenly discovered that he would also be unable to communicate with the herdsmen on the wasteland.
"Let’s show off your little tricks everywhere."
The Master stepped down from the carriage and reprimanded unceremoniously.
The reaction of the herdsmen after seeing the Master was very strange, some moved, some excited, and more in awe. Two of them knelt directly in front of the Master and kissed the back of his instep, while the other herdsmen ran away. To their respective tents, they brought out the wife, children and the elderly. Then salute the Master.
Ning Que knew that these herdsmen had met the master, and couldn't help being very curious about which royal court these herdsmen belonged to, and they didn't understand what they said. It was even better how the master would communicate with these herdsmen.
He never thought that the Master could not communicate with these herdsmen.
Because he is now more certain that the Master is omnipotent.
The master began to communicate with these herdsmen.
He pointed to the sheep on the distant meadow. Then spread his hands. After making a gesture, he moved his fingers up and down to simulate the appearance of flames. Still chanting words in his mouth.
"The sheep can't be big, it's just that big."
"What you want to bake...just your best baking method."
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Ning Que was speechless again, how could he think of it. This is how the master communicates.
The master knew what he was thinking, and said: "I have been saying that there is no omnipotent person in the world. Even me, I can't understand all the languages in the world, but what is that? Language is a trick, you As long as you can sign, you will never die from starvation, and you can find delicious food wherever you go."
Ning Que knew he wanted to reason with the teacher. It was an extremely self-abusing idea, so he firmly gave up and asked his own doubts: "Which royal court does this little tribe belong to?"
The master said: "They do not belong to any royal court. These herdsmen have been nomadic in this bitter cold land for thousands of years, and they do not communicate with the outside world. Although the life is harder. They are quiet."
Ning Que said: "With only these people, it is logically difficult to reproduce."
The master said: "The butcher stayed here for a period of time. It should have been a secret method from these herdsmen."
Ning Que was slightly surprised when he heard that the Master had said about these two men, butchers and alcoholics.
The master said again: "The butcher's leg of lamb is the best. Now he doesn't know where he is hiding. He hasn't seen me for many years, so now the best leg of lamb in the world is here."
Ning Que laughed and said, "Is the secret method you mentioned, is it inherited from generations or roast leg of lamb?"
The master smiled and slapped his thigh, and said, "It's all."
Sangsang divided two bowls of milk wine and gave them to Master and Ning Que.
The master took a sip, praised, and then said to her: "You drink too, it tastes good."
At this moment, the leg of lamb was finally roasted, and the herder respectfully took it over, and then retreated.
Ning Que did not know what words should be used to describe this legendary roast leg of lamb, the most delicious roast leg of lamb on earth. He smelled the scent of the leg of lamb, looked at the discouraging oil on the leg of lamb, moved his index finger.
But at this time, he will never make a mistake, as Chen Pipi and his senior brother once instructed, use a sharp knife to cut two pieces of the best part of the leg of lamb, and then send them to the lips of the master.
The master chewed the mutton, closed his eyes, holding the milk wine bowl, with a very intoxicated expression. He only waited for the next moment to turn the mutton smell in his mouth into a charming drunk with milk wine.
"Something's wrong." The master suddenly opened his eyes.
Then he was like an old farmer who had just finished eating noodles by the side of the road. He slapped his mouth, carefully examined the feeling in his mouth, his face suddenly changed, and said: "This lamb is wrong."
Ning Que was stunned. He cut another slice on the roast leg of lamb and put it in his mouth to chew. Only the meat was so delicious and pleasant that he almost chewed off his tongue. What was wrong in his mind?
He asked: "Teacher, what's wrong?"
The master said angrily: "This lamb doesn't taste like lamb anymore, can it still be called lamb!"
Ning Que didn't understand at all, it's not like lamb.
The master was silent suddenly, looking at the roast leg of lamb with a long sigh.
Then he looked at Sangsang, sighed and shook his head.
Sangsang didn’t understand what had happened, and asked in a low voice: "Would you like to have a bowl of lamb soup?"
The master exasperated and said, "I can't eat the meat, what soup should I drink?"
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