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Chapter 130: The Quiet Beauty and Chilling of Autumn

Chapter 130 The quiet beauty and chill of autumn

When Ning Que saw the female professor, he could tell what he was thinking at a glance. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, rubbed his head and smiled.

The female professor looked at him and smiled and said, "You don't have to avoid me. I only come to this forest occasionally to stroll around."

Ning Que asked respectfully, "Female sir, why do you like this forest?"

The female professor was silent for a moment, clasping her hands behind her back and looking up at the autumn leaves in the forest, she said calmly: "Years ago, someone came to enlightenment in this forest of swords. That person was the only person I truly admired in the academy. Maybe this forest of swords is now

There is still some aura of that person left, so every time I come to this forest, I feel a little happy."

"The only person who truly admires me?" Ning Que asked in confusion: "Could it be that the dean achieved enlightenment here?"

The female professor smiled and said nothing.

Ning Que looked at her back and suddenly noticed that the slender female professor was looking at the sky with her hands behind her back. He felt a sense of grandeur for no reason, scratched his head and said, "If that senior is still in the forest now, sir, maybe I will talk to him."

become friends."

The female professor shook her head and said harmoniously: "If we can meet again, I will try to see if his sword energy is really that unparalleled."

Hearing the four words "Haoran Wushuang", Ning Que thought of the old Haoran Sword for no reason, but still had no clue.

"There is true meaning in the mountains and forests. Since you can understand the scenery here, don't waste it and see more."

The female professor looked back at him and said: "Practice people disdain to compete with the world for a short time, but we must not go astray by studying and admiring the scenery. How can we clarify our ambitions by being indifferent? Next autumn, the Tang people in your class will go to the frontier fortress.

To practice cultivation, you must lay a solid foundation during this year, otherwise wouldn’t it be a pity if you died on the battlefield?”

Ning Que bowed sincerely and accepted the instruction. Suddenly he thought of the word in her words and asked curiously: "Sir, are you not from the Tang Dynasty?"

The female professor shook her head and walked softly outside the forest.

Ning Que looked at her slender and beautiful back and asked, "Sir, the students don't know your name yet."

"My name is Yu Lian."

Yu Lian? This is really an ordinary and even tacky name. Ning Que thought how could such a dignified female academy professor have such a name. Suddenly he thought about the question he had been asking these days and couldn't help but muster up the courage to ask loudly.

: "Sir, do you dare to ask Gui Geng for advice?"

Yu Lian smiled slightly, without stopping or looking back, and said softly by the forest: "If I remember correctly, it is very impolite to ask a woman her age."

Ning Que looked at the figure of the female professor disappearing outside the forest, smiled to himself and thought, if you hadn't looked like you were sixteen in your innocent appearance, and thirty in your gentle and graceful demeanor, how would you have thought of asking this?





The autumn scenery is beautiful, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The forest is dyed with red and the shy rouge on the girl's face. The first frost in the morning clears the dusty hearts of the world. Ning Que calmly studied and practiced in the academy, no longer

As eager and eager as before, I slowly and gradually understood the world of spiritual practice, patiently tried to meditate countless times, and continued to be intimate with candles, paper, and silver ingots. I was not in a hurry to find my own natal object. I occasionally chatted with Chu Youxian.

He and Situ Yilan stood in a corner where the college students could not notice and exchanged math questions. They used messages to disparage each other with Chen Pipi. Occasionally, late at night, they would bring two bowls of crab roe porridge to communicate with each other face to face.

There is no hatred and no blood, only learning and waiting. He is waiting for his strength to gradually improve, and for the enemy to gradually relax and grow old. He is waiting for the arrival of winter in autumn. After winter, it is spring. In spring, the second floor of the academy will be

He will start to enter the country, and next autumn he will return to the frontier.

After the hatchet murder at the age of four, he finally had time to live, not just survive. In his later memories, apart from the absence of Sangsang, this time in the academy can even be said to be the most peaceful and happy days in his life.

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The mountains on the border between Datang and Yan have also ushered in autumn. The border troops of the two countries stationed in the valleys and plains cannot feel any peace and happiness. Although there has been no major war for several years, stationed at the border is the

It's a hard job. It's too far north here. Once autumn comes, the temperature drops extremely. Everyone's breath turns to frost and their hands turn red from the cold. Looking at the bleak scene full of fallen leaves, there is no thought of appreciating the autumn scenery.

In the early morning, two men wearing Yan costumes crossed the border and walked into the Datang military camp. The most powerful border troops of the Tang Dynasty were stationed here, and it was also where the general's military camp was located. The defense inspection was extremely strict.

, the two middle-aged men took a very long time to pass the various inspections in the military camp with the spy fingerprints issued by the military department.

Walking into the intelligence department's room in the camp, the younger of the two looked back at the majestic Chinese army tent not far away, and his eyes fell on the flying military flag at the top of the tent, his cold gaze fleeting.

After entering the tent and confirming that no one was eavesdropping, another middle-aged man looked at his companion coldly and reprimanded in a low voice: "We obtained the fingerprints of the secret agents of the Tang Dynasty Military Department from Chang'an City. The imperial court did not know how many benefits it sacrificed to carry out the assassination today."

You can only succeed, you cannot fail. You need to be cautious in everything. You should not have looked away before."

The young Yan man's face was full of disdain, and he said: "With a butcher's ear, is it possible that I can tell him that someone wants to assassinate him just by looking at him from a distance?"

"There are countless people in the world who want to kill that butcher, but he has never died." The middle-aged Yan man looked at him coldly and said: "The distance from here to the Chinese army camp has been accurately calculated by the Privy Council, and it is enough to launch a sneak attack, but you

Have you ever thought that if we can attack him sneakily, wouldn't he be able to sense our presence?"

"Don't be too careful." The young Yanren said unconvinced.

At this moment, the middle-aged Yan man's expression changed drastically, and he looked outside the tent in disbelief.

Although this place is not too far from the nearest state capital of Liangzhou, due to the strict military discipline of the Tang Dynasty, the border with Yan State is even more strictly guarded. This time, taking advantage of the cold winter, the army invaded the border to intimidate the enemy. No officer dared to

Returning to Suzhou City privately, the tents set up by tens of thousands of frontier troops stretched into a sea. Among them, the military flags fluttering above it, and the majestic camp like a hill was naturally the camp of the central army of the top general of these tens of thousands of frontier troops.

There were no soldiers patrolling outside the tent, and it was as quiet as the back garden of a princely and aristocratic mansion in Chang'an City. The light inside the tent was extremely dim. A windproof oil lamp hung on the tent wall, gently illuminating the bed covered with precious furs.

A middle-aged man lies between dozens of precious furs. The man is wearing plain clothes, his eyebrows are as thick as black silkworms, and his lips are as red as thick blood. Under the thin clothes, his burly body is like steel, even though he is sleeping soundly.

, also has the meaning of killing.

The middle-aged man sensed something, opened his eyes and looked somewhere outside the tent, his face full of indifference, his eyes like lightning.


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