Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 176: The Disobedient Little Thing
Lao Bizhai has a front and back yard, but the place is too small. It is too dangerous to use the fucking old woman's flying sword here. It doesn't matter if it hurts the flowers and plants, but does Sangsang have to support Dahei?
Washing rice and cooking under an umbrella? So Ning Que did not practice his sword after returning to Lin 47 Lane. He once again stood in front of the desk and dipped his pen in ink and stared at the snow-white paper.
Today he is not in a daze like a statue. I can see him taking deep breaths from time to time, slumping his waist and walking back and forth, raising his eyebrows from time to time. You can even faintly hear him humming a tune. The brush he is holding in his right hand is no longer like before.
As heavy as the sky, it hangs easily in the air. From a distance, I draw a virtual picture. Although I still haven't put down the pen, it seems much more relaxed.
Sang Sang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips, put it on the rice bowl and steamed it. She went into the back room to take off her apron and saw this scene. She watched curiously as Ning Que kept circling the desk, the brush in his hand floating in the air.
He stopped stroking, and after a while he felt a little dizzy. He covered his forehead and said, "Master, if you feel really itchy, just write a few words and try."
Ning Que stopped jumping around and said with a smile: "Why try if you know it won't work."
Sangsang wiped her wet hands and said with a smile: "Even if it doesn't work, you can still sell some ink balls on it for money now."
Ning Que burst out laughing after hearing this. Sang Sang suddenly reacted and looked at Ning Que in surprise, wondering what happened today. The young master didn't turn into an idiot after picking up the pen, and he still had the energy to gossip with him?
Next, Ning Que ate with her. After the meal, he asked her to make a pot of tea, moved the armchair to the small courtyard, and sat there while watching the stars, drinking tea, and chatting. He seemed extremely relaxed and happy. Until the lights were turned on late at night,
He walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned on the bedside. He took out a book from somewhere and read it intently, twitching his brows from time to time and rubbing it slowly with his fingers.
Sang Sang walked into the house with foot-washing water. Thinking about the many weird things tonight, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. After living together for so many years, she knew very well that when Ning Que was trapped by a problem, he would work as hard as he did a few days ago.
, I really don’t understand why Ning Que suddenly became so relaxed today. Could it be that he has despaired of solving that problem?
"Master, what book are you reading?" she asked, looking at the old book in Ning Que's hand.
Ning Que was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He glanced at the pornographic book that he had smuggled out from the cave behind the academy. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, turned away to avoid her eyes, and said, "What is between men and women?"
You are too young to see those nonsense."
Sangsang took off the shoes and socks on his feet, then moved a stool to sit on the other side of the footbath, patted his thighs and motioned for him to put his feet in the basin, and said: "They are just the love affairs of talented people and beauties.
What's so interesting about this sour thing?"
Ning Que smiled and said: "How do you understand the fun of this... Ouch... it feels comfortable... don't scratch the soles of your feet."
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On the cliff terrace behind the academy, the fog has faded away, and the scenery is elegant. The water wheel behind the house is whirring, and the dull sound of iron is heard from time to time in the house, and then with a hissing sound, water mist fills the room.
In a dark corner, the Fourth Brother used the faint light coming from the window to observe the direction of the runes on the sand table. When the water steam hit his face, he frowned slightly and waved his hands to disperse it, but his eyes still stayed on the sand table, looking particularly focused.
The complicated and inexplicable lines on the sand table began to walk slowly, following some indescribable pattern, extending toward each other until they finally touched. The lines changed again and were about to be combined into a new pattern. The eyes of the fourth senior brother became brighter and brighter. , but his face became paler and paler. Looking at his solemn expression, you could tell that this time the rune deduction had reached the most critical moment.
However, at this moment, a panicked ouch sounded from the cliff outside the house, followed by a quiet sound of breaking wind, and a gray sword shadow flew crookedly into the door.
Sixth Brother, who was concentrating on blacksmithing, raised his thick eyebrows suddenly, picked up the heavy hammer in his right hand like a piece of paper, and smashed it towards the sword shadow. This hit was indescribably light and wonderful. Unless I have spent decades hammering and hammering iron day after day, I would never have been able to swing such a precise and precise hammer.
However... due to the panic and poor ability of the controller, although the gray sword shadow was extremely slow, it actually flew in an irregular and irregular manner. Because of the irregularity, it seemed a bit elusive. He looked up like a proud second senior brother, and for a while he was hovering in the air and swaying left and right like an eleventh junior brother who was obsessed with philosophy. He really didn't take an unusual path. He was in a mess, but by coincidence, he avoided the sixth senior brother's swing of the hammer, whoosh. Flying to a dark corner with a cry!
With a snap, the handleless flying sword struck deeply into the sand table in the corner. The sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword "accurately" hit the intersection of the rune lines. I saw that those lines suddenly seemed to be freed from the rope. Broken, never to be the same again.
Brother Six held the hammer, glanced at the sand table in the corner, smiled honestly, turned around and continued to hammer.
The fourth senior brother, who had been concentrating on the sand table and had not noticed the flying sword at all, finally realized what he was doing. He looked at the broken lines on the sand table, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body was shaking violently with anger.
A figure appeared at the door. He was panting and said with a flattering smile: "Two senior brothers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The fourth senior brother suddenly turned around and stared at the clean and lovely face at the door, as if he had seen the most filthy and hateful thing in the world. His pale face turned red sharply, he slapped the sand table hard, and roared: "Ning Que! Can you? Find a place where no one is around! This is the third time! If it happens again, I will tear you apart!"
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"As the saying goes, people sometimes make mistakes, horses sometimes stumble, and masters sometimes get hungry. I have just started practicing the Haoran Sword, so it is understandable that I will make some mistakes. I really don't understand why the fourth senior brother is so angry." Ning Que carried the wooden stick. The sword was walking along the lakeside, and he muttered: "Fortunately, Sixth Senior Brother did not hit the hammer firmly, otherwise the sword would be smashed, and I would have to go to Second Senior Brother to ask for it."
His current ability to control the flying sword is really bad. He has ten apertures in the snow-capped mountains and seas, and the vitality of heaven and earth he can control is so pitiful. The upload and distribution are not smooth, and his command over the grassroots troops is naturally extremely poor. If he wants to direct Fighting anywhere is basically a wishful thinking. It is a common thing to hit here and there.
He walked around the mirror lake and came to a dense forest, opposite the sixth brother's blacksmithing room across the lake. He thought to himself that with his own level of cultivation, even if the small universe broke out, he would not be able to fly the sword to the other side of the lake, and he suddenly felt much more at ease. , adjusted his breathing, meditated for a moment, and after a moment of thought, the wooden sword with his hands spread out flew into the air again, slowly circling twice around his head.
Looking up at the flying sword dancing against the background of the blue sky, Ning Que felt an extremely satisfying feeling in his heart, and murmured in admiration: "This feels really good. Although it can't be used to kill people, it's not bad for doing tricks.
"
Just as he was thinking about this, the handleless flying sword instantly broke away from the control of his mind and rushed downward from the air with a sudden sound. The blade was pointed directly at his face, which frightened him so much that he hugged his head and fell to the ground in a panic.
To the extreme.
Before the flying sword was about to land, I don't know if it received his telekinesis or for some other reason. It vibrated strangely and flew up again. It rubbed his scalp with a whooshing sound and flew diagonally into the dense forest.
among.
Ning Que, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his fingers to make a sword secret. 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 rustling sound in the dense forest, and Ninth Senior Brother Bei Gong Weiyang covered his forehead with one hand and walked out with the flute and the flying sword in the other hand. He looked very miserable.
Brother Ninth walked up to Ning Que, looked at him expressionlessly, then pointed at his forehead, picked up the flute and tapped the wooden sword twice, and said solemnly: "Junior brother, you don't have
Don’t force this talent... If you continue to practice like this, it doesn’t matter if you hurt us senior brothers and sisters. The birds in the forest will be scared away by you. Do you want to listen to the sound of our flute?"
Ning Que suppressed his laughter and stepped forward to take the wooden sword. He suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Ninth, if there are no birds in the forest to hear the wonderful sound, then you can play a song for me, my junior brother?"
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In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the seventh senior sister was embroidering flowers and humming a soft and pleasant southern song. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her wrist, and the thin embroidery needle held between her fingers brought out a terrifying sound.
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the wooden sword that flew from nowhere was picked up by the right cheek with great precision. 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: "Seventh Senior Sister... Can you help my junior brother to call up that flying sword? I have gone to the lake to fish it out three times today.
I really don’t have any clothes to change.”
Seventh Senior Sister Liu frowned slightly, looked at him and said: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. You actually trained the Tangtang Haoran Sword into a wasp tail back needle. It's so cunning and powerful. If not for the people in the back mountain who have the ability to protect themselves, just
I'm afraid I might really get into trouble with you."
Ning Que said sadly: "Seventh Senior Sister, this is not what I thought. What can I do if it doesn't obey? I can't beat it."
What she said was really cute. Senior Sister Seven covered her sleeves and smiled, then suddenly her eyes rolled and she flicked her fingers slightly.
There was a slight sneer, and Ning Que suddenly felt that there was something extra on his collar. He looked down and saw a thin needle with cold light piercing the collar and stopping there, just one point away from being pierced.
into your own neck.
He looked up at the Seventh Senior Sister in the pavilion in astonishment, thinking that despite such a long distance, he could still have such accuracy and strength. This acupuncture technique was really terrifying.
Seventh Senior Sister stood up, looked at him and said with a smile: "You idiot, since you can't control so much vitality of heaven and earth, why do you have to learn flying swords? Isn't it the same as flying needles?"
Ning Que stood by the lake in a daze.
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"The needle is too thin, and the power of mind to control the vitality of the world is like a thread. It is too difficult to wrap it up. The most important thing is that it is a smaller thing than a flying sword. If you want to sense and control it, you need too much precision."
"Don't try again casually. The head of the wooden sword is rounded. Even if this needle smoothes it, it will still hurt when it pricks someone. If it pricks any senior brother, they will definitely not be like that goose.
, hit me twice and then stop.”
In the pine forest at the back of the academy, Ning Que stared at the thin needle between his fingers and murmured to himself, thinking about the big white goose raised by his second senior brother before that was stabbed in the butt by a needle and chased him half the mountain.
, I felt a little shuddering.
"Rest, you must rest for a while first."
He stood up from the pine tree and went deeper, sniffing the faint oily smell with his nostrils, and easily found the two senior brothers who were concentrating on talking under an ancient pine tree.
"Senior brother, come play chess with me."
When the fifth senior brother saw who it was, his face became extremely ugly, and he said in shock: "Little junior brother! How did you find us?"
Ning Que answered honestly: "Junior brother has been learning hunting in Minshan since he was a child. It is easy to find someone in the mountains."
The fifth senior brother glanced at the guy with the same earth-colored face opposite him, and said in a trembling voice: "Eighth junior brother, I am your senior brother... Since you still can't escape today, you should take on the task of playing chess with this stinky chess basket.
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One day.
Ning Que did not practice the Haoran Sword, but instead worked hard for the Sixth Senior Brother in the blacksmithing house. From early morning to evening, he swung the hammer countless times. Even with the strength of his body, he felt sore all over.
The sixth senior brother untied the leather apron in front of his naked body, handed him a ladle of water, and asked with a smile: "What is the matter? Now you can talk about it."
Ning Que poured the water into his abdomen, let out a comfortable sigh, and said: "Senior brother, the Seventh Senior Sister suggested that I try the flying needle, but the flying needle is too light and difficult to master, so I want to ask you what you have
What’s the solution?”
"Although you are not confused, there should always be some ideas about the natal object?" Senior Brother Six asked.
Ning Que said distressedly: "It's funny, now I have a strong reaction to silver, but I can't take silver ingots as my natal possession."
Sixth Senior Brother was stunned for a moment, then said after a long silence: "Then I... will give you some silver needles."
Ning Que's eyes brightened slightly and he said, "Can you focus on this?"
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 feeling for it will definitely exceed that of silver."
Senior Brother Six was silent again, and after a long time he said helplessly: "The golden needle is too soft, I will try to mix it with something else for you."
Ning Que was overjoyed and bowed deeply. Then he suddenly thought of a possibility and his eyes became brighter.
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The second day after a certain day.
In a calligraphy and painting shop on Alley 47 in Chang'an City, a dark-faced maid threw a pot and a rag with a sullen face. She was in an extremely bad mood, and then decided to use her personal money to go to Chan Kum Kee to purchase powder in bulk today. And her young master
Like a bad gambler, he grabbed a bunch of banknotes and went out, exchanged them for silver and real gold, and happily returned to the back of the academy.
The rough wrapping cloth was untied, and three polished plain knives appeared in front of the eyes of the sixth senior brother.
Ning Que stood beside the three knives, looking at his sixth senior brother with hope.
The Sixth Senior Brother 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 you are going to play... flying
knife?"
"That's right." Ning Que rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Senior brother, I'm the best at swordsmanship. Since swords can fly, knives can also fly, and with your help mixing in gold and silver, I believe I will be better than flying swords."
powerful?"
Senior Brother Sixth's naive 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 all hate you, so their verbal attacks are bullshit. Those smart people are best at verbal skills, so their verbal attacks are bullshit. However, Sixth Senior Brother, a simple and honest good man, occasionally unintentionally
The words he sent were misplaced, but they deeply hurt his self-esteem.
Because his mood was a little low and his self-esteem was hurt, Ning Que decided to calm down and think about what to do in the future, so he walked diagonally into the mountain road and planted flowers in the trees. Deep in the spring, he found Senior Brother Eleven who was mumbling to himself.
"Senior brother, if you have any new insights recently, please let me learn from them."
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Someone was flying a sword by the lake, hitting the flowers, plants, and fellow seniors on their heads. It disrupted the senior sister's embroidery and spring care, disrupted the magical threads on the sand table, and disrupted the blue waves in the lake and the wet grass in the water.
Someone was flying needles in the forest, and there were a few bloody wounds on his body. Not long after, you could see him being chased by a fat white goose, squealing wildly, and wailing all over the mountains and plains.
Someone was forging iron in the house, with all kinds of strange materials piled up at his feet, mainly gold and silver, supplemented by gems. Sixth Senior Brother was silently sorting out the designs for him, his honest face full of grievances.
During the late spring of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, these scenes were repeated in the back mountain of the academy. Until many years later, when people living in the back mountain think of those days, they still feel a little nostalgic.
The young junior brother who had just entered the second floor was practicing his broken swords and broken needles, thinking about his bad ideas, tossing his fellow senior brothers and sisters, which really made them feel extremely distressed.
"Have you gone crazy lately?"
Chen Pipi put down the food box and looked at Ning Que, who was still satisfied despite losing three games of chess to eight senior brothers in a row, and asked with emotion.
"What do you mean? Try flying needles or flying knives?" Ning Que asked in confusion.
"Everything..." Chen Pipi said angrily: "You haven't even gotten started with the Haoran Sword, and you haven't even started learning the Tao of Talismans from Master Yan Se. How can you have so much energy to toss out so many weird things?"
"It always pays to learn more."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Cultivation is about progressing step by step. The most important thing is to lay a good foundation first."
"My qualifications are so poor. It doesn't matter how good the basics are. I might as well learn more."
Chen Pipi sighed and said: "In my opinion...you should concentrate on Fu Tao. Fu Tao emphasizes understanding and talent, not the foundation."
Ning Que curiously asked: "Why can't we learn together?"
Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Being greedy is not a good thing for spiritual practice."
Ning Que smiled and said: "I have learned a truth since I was a child, nothing can be achieved without greed."
Chen Pipi laughed angrily and said, "I just realized that you are such a smart person, and you are even smarter than your second senior brother."
"I won't tell Second Senior Brother this sentence."
"A bowl of crab roe porridge."
"Impossible, the gold and silver in the family has been losing too much recently, and Sangsana girl is already very unhappy."
"Then...how much do you want?"
"Two hundred taels of silver."
"Two hundred taels? Why are you injecting so many silver needles? You want to learn medical skills and inject needles!"
"You take care of me."
"Okay, okay, then I'll have to scold you a little bit more."
"Pippi, don't forget, the back mountain is the second floor of the academy. We are all on the second floor, so naturally we are all second-rate."
"..."
"Chen Erhuo, do you have any objections?"
"I... have no objection." Chen Pipi looked at him as if he were a madman, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you are doing this for the sake of cultivation, why do you harass the senior brothers every day? At the beginning, didn't you just listen?
If you want to listen to music and play chess, your face turns pale with fright? Why have you suddenly changed your mind and play chess to music every day?"
Ning Que smiled and replied: "I didn't like it at first because I didn't like being forced to listen to music and play chess. Now that the second senior brother has spoken, no one will force me to do it. I choose to do it myself."
, it can still be done. Senior Brother Beigong plays the flute really well. Where can I find an opportunity to play against the two great national players outside the academy? Doing some spare time activities as entertainment during the break can cultivate your sentiments and help you travel around the world in the future.
It can all be used to brag and shock people."
Chen Pipi was dumbfounded. She held her chubby cheeks and asked, "What about Senior Brother Eleven? Why are you bothering him?"
"Senior Brother Eleven doesn't find me annoying."
Ning Que approached him and lowered his voice and said, "Have you discovered that listening to Senior Brother Eleven talk about those mysterious and mysterious issues 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 collective meeting in the back mountain that night. Even the student from Yadong Xiaoli was called over. However, the old man was holding an old book and was concentrating on reading, without paying any attention to himself.
Zhou Ren and others said something.
Ning Que did not attend this meeting, not because he had returned home to Chang'an City, but because the main topic of the meeting on the second floor of the academy was to study how to deal with his current problems.
"Don't you think my junior brother is miserable? He has mastered the Haoran Sword to become the Wasp Tail Back Needle... This is definitely not because he wants to, but because his qualifications are just like this, so he is forced to think of these messy ideas.
.I say you should be more tolerant. Although he smiles every day now, I always feel that there are tears in his smiles and there is a shadow in his heart."
The meeting was held in the small courtyard where the second senior brother lived. The seventh senior sister was sitting cross-legged on the deepest part of the Arhat bed with an embroidery frame. Her posture looked very casual and natural. It was obvious that she was not very afraid of the second senior brother.
After hearing this, the fourth senior brother with the most serious expression frowned and said: "It's not a question of tolerance or intolerance. Am I still really angry with my junior brother? The most important question now is how to help my junior brother solve his spiritual problems.
problem."
Third senior sister Yu Lian, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, smiled slightly, but didn't say anything.
The fifth senior brother frowned and said: "I think the first problem is to enhance the self-confidence of the younger junior brother. Now he pesters me and Lao Ba to play chess every day. No matter how miserable he loses, he still smiles. It is obvious that he has become numb to losing, and has even become a little abnormal. Such
But that’s not possible.”
Everyone seems to think that this is indeed the case.
The Ninth Senior Brother tapped the flute lightly, pondered for a moment, then looked somewhere and said: "Teacher and Senior Brother are not here. Now the Second Senior Brother is the elder in the back mountain. To be honest, on the day of the sword practice by the lake, what you said, Second Senior Brother, is really a little bit...
It hurts people. As the saying goes, tie the bell to untie the bell. If, Second Senior Brother, you sincerely praise the younger Junior Brother, I think you can regain his confidence in practicing the Haoran Sword."
Everyone looked at the second senior brother sitting in the middle.
The second senior brother was silent for a long time and said: "I... won't lie."
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(This is the cutest and most endearing chapter since I started the book at night... The more I write, the more I like the academy. I will continue to like it until the end of this story. Tomorrow, it will go up to 6,000, and I will start to supercharge myself.)