Volume 1 The Empire of the Morning Chapter 185: Stones are walking in the stream
Volume 1: Empire in the Morning Chapter 185: Stone Walking in the Stream
The next day, Sangsang went to Hongxiuzhao again. She called Xiaocao down from upstairs and walked to a secluded place in the back garden. She looked at Xiaocao and hesitated to speak, and kept twisting the corners of her clothes with her thin fingers.
, seemed extremely nervous.
"Why are you so mysterious?" Xiaocao looked at her with his eyes open and asked, "What happened?"
After hesitating for a long time, Sangsang lowered his voice and said, "Last night... the young master suddenly asked me how old I was."
Xiaocao rubbed his head in confusion and asked: "Then what?"
"No more." Sangsang shook his head, frowned and thought for a long time before continuing: "I always feel that the young master is a little weird now. A few days ago, he often said that I have no mood."
Xiaocao took a breath of cold air, stared at Sangsang's dark little face and thin body with wide eyes, and said with disbelief: "You are so dark, so thin, and so young, but he actually refuses to let you go.
?What a beast."
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On the hill behind the academy, listening to the roar of the waterfall not far away crashing into the clear pool, Ning Que pushed open the fence and walked into the small courtyard. He waved his hands warily to drive away the big white goose. Looking at the second senior brother who walked out, he couldn't help but frown.
He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that Mr. Jian called the second senior brother that way yesterday. Could it be that he had really done something beastly or worse than a beast to Mr. Jian?
The second senior brother handed over a few books and said: "The day before yesterday, I found a few books on the old art of engraving talismans on weapons and armor at the cliff cave. I thought you were keen on engraving talismans on weapons recently, so you might need them, so I asked you to come and get them.
Go and have a look.”
Ning Que took the book to express his gratitude, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at his face and hesitated to speak. After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't help but asked: "Second senior brother, has anyone ever called you Xiaomo?"
street?"
No matter how you imagine, the Second Senior Brother, who is serious and upright and pays great attention to manners and posture, cannot be associated with a name like Xiao Momo. When Ning Que mustered up the courage to speak out, he was already prepared to be beaten by the Second Senior Brother with the rules of the academy.
He was mentally prepared for fifty, but he didn't expect that when the second senior brother heard the words "Little Momo", he didn't get angry, but his body suddenly stiffened, and his expression looked a little dazed, as if he was recalling something.
After a long time, the second senior brother stared into his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Have you met Aunt Jian?"
Looking at the look on the second brother's face, it was obvious that he and Jian were acquainted. Ning Que applauded in his heart, wondering whether the truth hidden behind the dark history of the academy was really going to be dug out by him?
"Don't think blindly." The second senior brother frowned and said, "Aunt Jian was familiar with the junior junior uncle back then, and she was considered an elder."
Ning Que was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the truth of the facts didn't match up with the answers he guessed. This was the second time he heard about the young master uncle in the mountains behind the academy, and whether it was Chen Pipi before or this one,
The second senior brother at that time, when he mentioned his junior uncle, his expression was extremely serious and respectful.
It's imaginable how powerful a person can be who can make even proud geniuses like Second Senior Brother and Chen Pipi feel admiration from the bottom of their hearts. Ning Que really wants to know how amazingly talented and stunning the young senior uncle he has never met is.
degree.
"Senior brother, little senior uncle... what kind of person are you?"
"Uncle Junior...is an amazing person."
"More awesome than my husband?"
"That's different and amazing."
"Where is my junior uncle now?"
"He's dead."
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The story of the young junior uncle may not have a happy ending, so the second senior brother did not tell Ning Que much about the past history except for a few brief introductions. Naturally, Ning Que felt a little regretful, but it was impossible for him to be like Sang when he was a child.
Sang pestered herself to tell a story, hugging the second senior brother's thigh and saying, "Go ahead, go ahead..."
Leaving the small courtyard and walking towards the middle of Yaping in the opposite direction to the waterfall, Ning Que felt a little hot when he walked under a certain green tree. He took out a very small piece of cut talisman paper from his sleeve and gently touched it with his hands.
Pat it, and then turn it over together. You can no longer see the talisman paper in your palms, and you can only see half a cup of clear water.
He washed his face with the water in his palm, facing the breeze beside the tree, his slightly damp cheeks felt cool and pleasant. He sighed with contentment, then sighed helplessly, shook his head and said to himself: "He is so handsome.
, being a magician is more than enough to make women happy, but if you want to use it for fighting, it seems to be of little use."
As a rune master, Master Yan Se naturally has no problem with his vision. Ning Que's potential or qualification in the rune path is indeed rare in the world. These days, he has been immersed in the world of runes, and his progress is so fast.
Astonishingly, it was only on that rainy night that he realized the truth, and now he has mastered more than two hundred effective runes.
It's a pity that the casting speed of Talisman Dao is too slow, and it is too difficult to rely on it to fight. What's more, Ning Que's own cultivation level is too low. He is still wandering in the realm of non-confusion, relying on throwing Talisman paper to meet the enemy.
Afraid that his body would be chopped into hundreds of pieces by flying swords, the talisman paper in his hand had just begun. He even carefully evaluated that if he fought with talismans now, it would be better to still carry the three knives on his back.
He has always remembered the words that Master Yan Se said unintentionally. In real-time battles, Talisman Masters must rely on infinitive talismans to be able to subtly suppress the training battles of the same realm. However, only Talisman Masters can draw
Out of the infinitive!
Ten years from now, the Talisman Master... what should he do if he encounters an enemy within ten years? Although after entering the Dongxuan Realm, Talisman Dao will definitely play a more powerful role in the battle, in the end it can only play a supporting role.
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Ning Que has been fighting all his life, fighting to survive, fighting to wash off the blood on his hands, so life is so good now, and he is happy in the academy and Chang'an City every day, but he still does not forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace.
The hard days created the blues essence behind his hip-hop appearance. The countless tests of life and death made him accustomed to always be prepared for the cold arrows shot from behind and the dangers he may encounter in the future.
"If...Xiahou is standing on the side of the tree now, what can you do?"
Ning Que looked at the big green tree and asked himself seriously. Then he fell into silence for a long time, his thoughts constantly switching between talismans and martial arts, looking for ways to strengthen his combat power.
He didn't know how long it took, but he finally stopped thinking and walked up the paved stone path to the right of the big green tree, following the smell of water vapor and the stove into Brother Six's blacksmithing room.
After entering the room today, he did not immediately pick up the heavy hammer and help the Sixth Senior Brother. Instead, he walked to a dark corner, came to the Fourth Senior Brother, bowed and said a few words.
The fourth senior brother frowned slightly, nodded, stood up, and led him outside the house.
Behind the house is the clear stream, with plump koi carps of various colors swimming slowly and almost motionless in the water, as if they were jade fish statues frozen in the stream.
The sky in the academy is sunny, and the fish in the academy are happy fish. Although they need to be careful about the raids of those birds, at least they don’t have to work hard to find food. When they arrive at the designated point every day, a big white goose will come to feed them. Master
The fish will naturally become fat and lazy after being cooked for a long time.
The waterwheel squeaks and turns, drawing water from the stream into the bamboo pipes and then into the blacksmithing room.
The two of them sat by the stream not far from the waterwheel. The bamboo forest above their heads blocked the sun, and they were surrounded by coolness.
The fourth brother took out a bunch of fine carving rulers and paints from the bag, picked up a round stone from the stream, and began to carve on it with a carving knife attentively.
Ning Que followed his example and picked up a round stone and carefully drew on the stone with a water-resistant paint pen. As the tip of the pen moved, several complex lines running back and forth appeared on the stone surface. Suddenly he felt something
Troublesome, not knowing how to continue, I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at the stone in the arms of the fourth senior brother.
"Senior brother, is there something wrong with the line you drew? How can the wind talisman be carved so wide?"
The fourth brother didn't even raise his head and said: "The stone is too heavy. If you want to use the wind to pumice the stone, of course you need more lines, deeper and wider to stimulate more wind breath."
Ning Que looked at the stone in his arms, frowned at the lines on the stone and said, "But the deeper and wider the lines, the faster the wind breath condensed in the lines will leak out. How can we solve this problem?"
The fourth senior brother raised his head and asked after a long silence: "What do you think?"
Ning Que hesitated and said: "Otherwise... use wooden characters to build a bridge and limit yourself to death first?"
"If you are restricted to death, how can you condense the winds of heaven and earth into the talisman?"
"Open a small orifice."
"Open a small orifice... After condensing the breath, it will be completely sealed. When it is activated, the orifice of the wooden talisman will open on its own. It seems feasible."
"Then let's try?"
"It doesn't hurt to try."
Beside the clear stream, the waterwheel squeaked and turned, and the sound of blacksmithing in the room behind the stream was very rhythmic. Among these sounds, mixed with the low-pitched discussion between Ning Que and the fourth senior brother, this scene is really impressive.
The mood is peaceful.
I don't know how long it took, but the runes on the round stone in the fourth brother's arms were carved first. Immediately afterwards, Ning Que also completed his work. The two of them looked at each other and placed the stone on the flat ground by the stream.
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The two slowly closed their eyes and began to feel the runes that their touch inspired them to carve on the stone surface.
I saw a gust of wind blowing on two round stones by the stream, and the ants and bamboo leaves under the stones were rustling.
However, the stone still sat quietly by the stream, just like those lazy and fat koi carp in the stream, hiding in the shadow under the blades of the waterwheel, refusing to move at all.
Ning Que and his fourth senior brother opened their eyes almost at the same time, staring at each other dumbfounded.
"Wishful thinking." The fourth brother sighed and said: "To make heavy objects fly into the air, you need countless runes to form a formation to do it. You want to use such small runes to achieve the same effect. It is really...wishful thinking."
Ning Que said regretfully: "I thought that with so many idiots in our academy, some miracle would happen."
"But this path is not necessarily impossible."
The fourth senior brother threw the stone into the stream and signaled Ning Que to throw the stone down as well.
There were two splashes of water, and the fat fish that only ate and slept were frightened and ran around. They finally had precious exercise time, and the stream under the shadow of the waterwheel blades suddenly became empty.
"Try again."
The fourth senior brother said to Ning Que.
Ning Que stood by the stream, looking at the round stone at the bottom of the shallow stream and the faintly visible lines on the stone surface. He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes slightly, and lightly made a bridge with his hands exposed outside his sleeves.
, the thought power in the sea of consciousness is integrated into the breath of heaven and earth around him, and he clearly feels the pebble in the stream.
The shallow stream suddenly rippled slightly, and tiny air currents seemed to spray out from around the boulder at the bottom of the stream. The water plants swayed slightly, and then the boulder trembled slightly, as if it was about to start walking.
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(Let’s rush to update one chapter first. There is one more chapter. I was working on the car outside today. My fingers are sore from the cold. I am not in good spirits. I am writing slower and rougher. There are probably many chapters that have not been revised. I will wait until I finish this time.