Chapter 111 The spear in the chest shocked the cicadas
Chapter 111 The spear on the chest startled the cicadas to chirp
The world disappeared and Ning Que woke up.
He looked at the corpses of ants very close in front of him and the scattered piles of green leaves and boulders. After a moment of confusion, he climbed up with difficulty. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. It might be very long or very short, but he knew that he was lying on the bed.
It was a very dangerous place in the middle of the street. Hearing the faint sound of bamboo flutes and the sound of horse hooves in the distance, he bit his lower lip to cheer up and ran into an alley on the side with his tired and injured body.
The blood left on the bluestone street has disappeared without a trace. It is as clean as if it had been washed dozens of times by rain and dried by the warmth of spring. He did not notice the blood stains on his body and did not know where it went. It was as clean as
It looked like I had just soaked in a red sleeve bath for half the night.
What exactly happened when he was unconscious before, he only had a vague impression in his mind at this time, and he had no memory of the magical fight between the Suzaku portrait at the end of the long street and the big black umbrella behind him.
Walking into the side alley, he quickly took off the shirt that was full of sword holes. Only then did he notice that there was no trace of blood on the shirt. He was slightly startled and looked down at his body with difficulty to confirm that there was really no trace of blood.
Any trace of blood made him feel extremely suspicious. However, the situation was urgent at this time and the government had been alerted. Without thinking, he tore off a piece of cloth and hung it on a branch, then threw the coat into a private house behind the wall.
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There was still immense pain in his chest, and the invisible spear from the sky seemed to be still stuck in his chest. Every step he took made his face turn pale, and even the faintest tremor made him feel his heart.
The torn hole became larger.
He stretched out his trembling palms to put on a short wall, jumped in with all his strength, passed quietly a resident who was still sleeping soundly in the morning cool, took off a green singlet from a bamboo pole, and quickly put it on
On the body.
He had prepared excellent gold sore medicine, but when he was getting dressed, he took a quick look and was surprised to find that the bloody wounds on the surface of his body that had been cut by flying swords had healed at some point. This kind of healing was not real.
After the injury healed, it looked more like someone had been forcibly scorched with fire. The bleeding had only been stopped, but the injury remained.
Taking advantage of the last touch of night, Ning Que walked silently and arduously through the streets and alleys of Chang'an East City. From time to time, he sidled behind trees and climbed to the top of the eaves to avoid the approaching horse hooves and the increasingly sharp bamboos.
flute.
When he finally succeeded in approaching Lin 47 Lane, he found that he could not return to Lao Bizhai for treatment because the government officials from Chang'an Mansion holding iron rulers and ropes had already started knocking on doors from street to street to inquire.
Frowning at the knocked shop doors, Ning Que raised his hand to cover his mouth, suppressing the strong urge to cough. He stepped back into the shadow of the alley, leaning against the wall and gasped twice.
An ordinary carriage appeared at the entrance of the alley, with the academy's logo printed on the shaft.
Ning Que hid in the darkness, staring at the carriage that took him to the academy every day. He listened carefully to the sound of shop doors opening from time to time in the alley, and silently counted the time in his heart.
He kicked the wall hard with his tired right foot, and his weak body burst out with the last strength. He rushed into the alley diagonally, opened the car door with his right hand like lightning, and got in.
In the alley, the government servant who was asking the owner of an old antique shop vaguely saw something in his peripheral vision. He turned around in shock and saw that there was no one at the entrance of the alley, except for a carriage parked quietly there.
"How come there is a carriage parked here so early?" The yamen servant frowned and said to himself, preparing to go over and take a look.
The owner of the antique shop, who was wearing a single coat, yawned, glanced at the carriage at the entrance of the alley, and explained casually: "That is the carriage that takes Boss Xiao Ning to the academy. It will be waiting here at this time every day.
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When he heard the word academy, the government officer stopped, laughed to himself, turned to look at the owner of the antique shop and said with emotion: "It's really rare that someone on our street can be admitted to the academy."
In the carriage, Ning Que watched the government servant and the owner of the antique shop talking on the stone steps. After confirming that there was no problem, he lowered the curtains of the carriage, lightly knocked on the window lattice, and said in a tired voice: "Old Duan, you can go."
The coachman, Old Duan, was startled. He turned back to look at Ning Que behind the curtain and said in surprise: "Boss Ning? When did you get on the bus? Why didn't I know? You got up really early today."
"I didn't read the lesson plan for the Etiquette Department yesterday, so I rushed to the academy to take another look at it today." Ning Que explained softly, then his face changed slightly, he lowered his body and coughed violently, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeves.
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Listening to the suppressed but heartbreaking coughing in the carriage, the coachman asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Ning Que responded: "It was too hot last night. I ate two bowls of ice and flushed a few buckets of well water. I probably caught a cold."
The coachman turned around, holding the reins with one hand and waving his riding crop lightly with the other, and said with a smile: "Heat cold is the most troublesome, but you are young and energetic. If you drink some herbal tea after returning to the shop, you will be fine."
Hearing the word "Huo Wang", Ning Que felt a twinge of fear in his heart for some reason. He was slightly startled. He looked down at his sleeves and found that they were stained with two smears of blood that he had coughed up. He gently held the corners of his sleeves in his hands.
In hand.
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The southern city of Chang'an was a place for the nobles, and the small lakeside house was even more a residence for the nobles. Those who were qualified to live in such a place were either rich or noble. Although the tea master Yan Suqing was not allowed to be in the court, he was still among the upper circles of celebrities.
It was somewhat famous. The previous deadly battle in the small building near the lake had already alarmed other residents by the lake. When it was discovered that the head of the tea master Yan Suqing had been chopped off, the Chang'an Prefecture and even the Yulin Army immediately began serious investigation work.
At this time, the city gate had just opened, which was a good opportunity to block the murderer inside the city. Chang'an government officials went around to inquire, and the Yulin army set up defenses on the streets, and the inspection at the city gate was even more stringent.
But no matter how rigorous the inspection was, there were still some differences after all. At least for the carriage with the college logo, which was responsible for sending students to the college to study, the serious-looking Chengmen Army just asked a few words casually, and then opened the curtain to take a look.
He glanced at it, then waved and let go.
Ning Que raised the curtains and looked towards the city gate, thinking that if all the blood stains on his body had not been annihilated for some reason, today would have been really difficult. At this time, he did not know that all the blood stains on Zhuque Street had also been evaporated and purified.
There was no trace left, otherwise the cavalry of the Yulin Army would have followed the bloodstains to catch up with him who was tired and injured.
The horses' hooves clattered and the wheels rattled. The first ray of morning light descended on Chang'an City, shining on the young boy's innocent cheeks, making his pale face even paler. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, thinking of the black sunshine in that world.
, thinking of the many puzzling things that happened to him tonight, he shook his head subconsciously, and then hid the knife under the car board.
The carriage arrived at the academy, and Ning Que walked slowly and calmly into the academy. The stone path that used to be lush with flowers and herbs seemed so long today, and every step he took was so painful. In order not to let others see him,
The injuries and strangeness, no matter how severe the pain in the middle of his chest, he had to endure without even raising an eyebrow.
It was absolutely impossible to attend class in this physical condition. Ning Que knew that if he insisted on attending class, he would most likely spit out a mouthful of blood and die on the spot in front of the teachers and classmates, so he walked directly through the quiet side alley of the academy and faced
I don’t know which ray of morning light it was, but I slowly walked through the wetland and came to the old front.
It was open to students day and night, but it was too early. Neither the teachers nor the four deacons were there. Ning Que pushed the back of the building by himself, then held on to the wall with his right hand and climbed upstairs slowly and with great difficulty.
Arriving at the familiar second floor, looking at the densely packed books on spiritual practice on the bookshelf, Ning Que was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt a strong urge to read, because he had a very ominous omen - this would be the last time he went upstairs in his life.
, and it will also be the last opportunity to read these precious books.
After all, he still didn't take out the book from the bookshelf to read, and he didn't have the energy to see if the guy named Chen Pipi had left a message. He walked tiredly to the end of the bookshelf, walked to the floor under the west window and sat down.
The female professor will probably come to describe her hairpins later, right? How should I explain to her when she sees her like this? Maybe I will close my eyes and never wake up later, so why bother explaining?
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Because of excessive blood loss, and even more so because of the mysterious injuries and collisions suffered inside his body, Ning Que's thoughts were extremely confused, just like the catkins floating in the spring wind, so light and helpless that he didn't know where to go.
He glanced down at his chest, feeling the emptiness there, feeling the unbearable tearing pain in the emptiness, and subconsciously raised his trembling right hand and slowly touched it.
He didn't touch the spear from the sky, nor did he touch blood, but Ning Que felt that his hands were full of sticky blood, and he was very sure that his chest was indeed poked by the spear.
Big hole.
A huge invisible hole.
Are you going to die inexplicably like this? Ning Que thought painfully, and at the same time he felt endless sleepiness in his mind. He felt that his eyelids became as heavy as lead, and he kept trying to close them.
He took off the big black umbrella behind him and gently placed it beside him, then leaned tiredly against the wall behind him, slowly closed his eyes, let out a relaxed sigh, and relaxed and opened his legs naturally.
It's like that drow sitting under a gray wall on a rainy day.
There were soft footsteps in the building, and the slender female professor slowly walked over. When she saw Ning Que sitting under the wall, her eyebrows slowly furrowed, and her eyes fell on the big black gun next to the young man.
On the umbrella.
The female professor looked at the big black umbrella and frowned slightly. When she looked at Ning Que, her quiet face showed a hint of interest and inquiry: "What makes Suzaku angry... is it you or this big black umbrella?"
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She calmly looked at the dying boy. For some reason, she had no intention of saving him. She just sighed softly and said regretfully: "It's really strange to say that a poor boy with no potential for cultivation, why?
He hides so many secrets that even I can’t see through?”
"I can't help you because of my promise, otherwise I really want to see what you will look like after you come back to life." The female professor's eyes were beautiful, with a childish kindness that was completely inconsistent with her age, and she looked at the person on the ground.
Ning Que said: "I will ask for leave for you, and at the same time I hope that Haotian will bless you with luck and let you survive. If you cannot survive this time, don't blame me, just blame you for showing up a year or two too early.
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After a while, she brought a bowl of water and two steamed buns, placed them beside him, then returned to the desk by the east window and continued to write hairpin flowers in small regular script, as if she didn't even know that there was a checkmate not far behind her.
young man.
The morning light outside the window is getting brighter, the cicadas are chirping and the heat is rising.