The big black horse was grazing with its head down. The dead grass in the depth of winter was tasteless and tasteless. The more it chewed, the more bitter it became like bark. It vomited it out in pain. It looked up at the two new graves deep in the meadow.
The little maid secretly thought that the two of them might become her mistresses, and the one who bathed her in the wasteland was better. The one was too dark and thin to look good, while the other one had white, beautiful hands and was quite gentle.
Thinking about all these things, it walked out of the meadow. When it saw the dark carriage, its body suddenly stiffened, wondering how could there be such a heavy carriage in the world? Since then
After being spotted by Ning Que in the meadow in the spring of that year, he became more and more miserable. Could it be that seeing Ning Que ruined his life?
In front of the new grave, Sangsang lowered his body and patted the dirt off his knees. He walked to Ning Que and cleaned his clothes. At this moment, sparse snow suddenly started to drift in the sky.
With a soft popping sound, the big black umbrella opened overhead, covering the sky and the snow foam squeezed out from the clouds. The master and servant held the black umbrella and walked towards the carriage outside the meadow.
Under the big black umbrella, Sangsang lowered his head and said softly: "Master, I really have something to tell you."
"Don't panic yet." Ning Que remembered something and took out a small box from his arms, "I spent half a month in Tuyang City and carefully selected a gift for you. Do you like it?
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In fact, he bought this box from a shop on the street when he left Tuyang City on the New Year's Day. It took him half a month, and it couldn't be said to be carefully selected, but his expression was extremely serious.
No flaws can be seen.
Sang Sang curiously took the box and opened it to find a cute little clay tiger inside. The little clay tiger in the box was half sideways and innocent. She looked at it and smiled and said, "I like it, it's very pretty."
Ning Que said shamelessly: "That's right, you don't even think about how much energy I spent on it."
Sangsang closed the box and asked, "Who is that pretty little lady in a white skirt?"
This question came too naturally, so it was very sudden.
Ning Que was startled, and then said with a smile: "Her name is Mo Shanshan, she is from the Great River Country..."
Lin 47 Lane is very quiet at night, but today, in addition to the crackling of fire pots in various houses and the soft sound of dead leaves falling on the winter snow, there is also the unique sound of the big black horse turning its lips.
After washing himself from head to toe until he felt fresh and refreshed, Ning Que leaned comfortably on the North Kang, took out a piece of waste fire talisman that had not been completely unsuccessful at first, crushed it with his fingers, then rubbed it evenly on his head with both hands and started to rub it, but
In a moment, the remaining warmth in the broken talisman paper dried the wet hair, making it smooth and black.
"Get ready to sleep." He happily got into the warm bed and felt the comfortable temperature coming from the kang. Suddenly he found Sang Sang kneeling on the bed over there making quilts. He couldn't help but wonder: "Why did you come over to sleep with me?"
Sangsang spread out the bedding, took off her coat and folded it next to her pillow, saying, "I'm so old, of course I have to sleep in separate beds."
Ning Que was stunned for a moment, and found that this sentence made sense, but he still felt a little uncomfortable. He thought silently for a while, then stretched out his hand from the quilt and flicked it with his index finger, and the candle on the table went out.
"Then go to sleep."
The room was quiet, and after a while there was a sudden rustling sound, and then his quilt was lifted, and a small and slightly cool body got in, and then leaned quietly against his chest.
Ning Que held her in his arms and patted her back gently, just like he did when he was a child when he coaxed her to sleep. He felt the little girl's body in his arms, smelled the smell of her hair on his neck, and sighed.
: "It's still so comfortable."
Sangsang arched her head in his arms, looking for the most familiar and comfortable position, and hummed softly.
She didn't know how much time passed before she suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at Ning Que and said, "I really have something to say."
Ning Que lowered his head and glanced at her. After a moment of silence, he said, "I do have something very important to tell you."
Without re-lighting the candle, he took out a heavy snowflake silver from the corner of the wall with the bright starlight shining on the winter snow outside the window, and asked Sangsang to look at it intently.
With a thought, Ning Que transferred the awe-inspiring energy in his body to his hands. He rubbed his hands together to turn the ingot of snowflake silver into a silver stick. Then he pinched it quickly with his fingers, and the tip of the silver stick instantly became extremely sharp.
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Sangsang knelt on the kang, with a quilt on his shoulders, and asked puzzledly: "When did you learn to do tricks?"
Ning Que stabbed the sharp silver stick hard into his arm, and saw that the sharp tip dug deeply, but only left a very shallow white mark, and not a drop of blood seeped out.
Sangsang was surprised. She poked his arm with her finger and said, "So hard?"
"I learned about the awe-inspiring Qi left by my uncle. It was this awe-inspiring Qi that turned my body into this. The so-called Awe-inspiring Qi is to absorb the vitality between heaven and earth and then store it in my body."
Ning Que looked at the starlight and snow reflected in her eyes and said after a long silence: "In other words, the technique I am practicing now is the technique of the Demon Sect. To this world, I am a remnant of the Demon Sect.
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Even if he is the son of Hades, he has no shadow for Sangsang, let alone the remnant of the Demon Sect. Could it be that the young master who has practiced the Demon Sect's skills is not the young master? After Sangsang was stunned, he thought of another very important thing.
question and said: "That's it...then what the teacher said may indeed be true. You are the son of Pluto."
"Bullshit." Ning Que secretly used his energy, rolled the silver stick in his hand into a silver ball, shook the quilt and covered the two of them, and said: "Don't mention those bullshit things, I want to eat omelette noodles tomorrow.
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Sangsang hummed in the quilt and replied: "I know."
The next morning, after eating a bowl of omelette noodles with onions, olives and especially eggs, Ning Que went to the academy. His master Yan Se gave him a carriage as a great inheritance, so he naturally took this carriage instead of the original one.
The carriage has been returned with money.
The carriage passed through the yellowish meadow under the winter morning light and arrived outside the stone gate of the academy. Ning Que jumped out of the carriage, untied the big black horse and let it play on its own. He walked into the academy with his luggage on his back, looked for the instructor and explained some things about practicing in the frontier fortress.
affairs.
Then he carried his heavy luggage, walked through the houses, walked through the narrow alleys, walked to the wetland, looked at the fish swimming aimlessly among the thin ice, and then looked at the dense forest in the distance like a sword, and then came to the old academy.
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They are all very familiar sights, and they have many good memories for him. Although they have only not seen each other for more than half a year, he already misses them very much. The more he misses Chang'an City, the less he believes in Weicheng. He looked up and saw that the old library was still open.
Ning Que suddenly figured out something. The place he missed most was probably his hometown.
After walking through the clouds and fog that shrouded the mountain, he waved his right hand to drive away the last wisp of fog. He came to the large cliff on the mountainside and looked at the green grass, flowers and trees that were completely out of season.
Seeing the silver waterfall hanging from the top of the cliff, he couldn't help but cheer up and shouted: "I'm back!"
The shout echoed in the empty mountain behind the academy. After a long time, there was no response except for his voice, and no senior brother or sister came out to welcome him happily.
Ning Que couldn't help but feel a little resentful. He walked along the mountain road towards the Mirror Lake, and then the expression on his face became happier and happier, because although there were still no senior brothers or sisters appearing, he heard Daopan's voice.
There were people playing the piano and singing in the forest, there were chess pieces falling on the ground with a crisp sound, and there was the sound of a hoe being buried in the ground, which must have been the burial of flowers.
There was a waterwheel by the stream, and the sound of forging was still ringing in the house in front of the waterwheel. Those monotonous and boring sounds seemed to never stop. Ning Que perked up, weighed the luggage behind him, and quickened his pace.
However, in the middle of the journey, he was stopped by someone.
He followed the sound and saw that in the center of the small lake, which was like a mirror, the pavilion that was destroyed by the first Yuan Thirteen Arrows had long been restored to its original state. The Seventh Senior Sister looked at him and covered her mouth with a smile, waving her hand.
After saying hello, after a while, the serious-looking Second Senior Brother slowly walked out with his extremely unserious high crown.
"You performed well in this practical training."
Standing by the lake, the second senior brother put his hands behind his hands and spoke slowly while looking at the lake and mountains, his tone was calm and unquestionable.
In the back of the academy, it was much more difficult to get praise or affirmation from the second senior brother than to hear good words from the master or senior senior brother, so Ning Que couldn't help but feel a little flattered and didn't know what to say at all.
"The matter of shooting Long Qing is nothing. The brothers and sisters put so much effort into making the Yuan Thirteen Arrows for you just to let you shoot that guy, so this is a matter of course and not worth boasting about.
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The second senior brother looked back at him, with a rare hint of praise on his face, and said: "But killing Gu Xi in Tuyang City... you did a good job. Ignore Xiahou in the city.
Ignore the fact that it is the base camp of the Northeastern Frontier Army, and kill as long as it is reasonable. You must know that what my academy disciples pay attention to is the word "reason."
Ning Que killed military advisor Gu Xi in Tuyang City that day. The main reason was that he made the choice because of the sharp state of Haoran Qi in his body. Thinking about it afterwards, he did seem a bit crazy. He had been worried during the journey back to Chang'an.
Will the senior brother teach me a lesson for this matter? But I didn't realize that the second senior brother actually thought so.
As if guessing what he was thinking, the second senior brother was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I have always respected senior senior brother, but what I respect is his cultivation, state of mind and even his virtue. As for the ways of forgiveness and the way he lives in the world that he believes in,
But I have a different idea than him. If we really repay evil with kindness, then what should we use to repay kindness?"
After hearing these words, Ning Que thought for a while and asked seriously: "Then why should we complain?"
The second senior brother said: "Of course I will retaliate directly."
Ning Que praised: "Senior brother, these words are simple but not simple. There is great meaning in the subtleties."
The second senior brother looked at him and said: "This is what the teacher taught us back then, so you are praising the wrong person.
(Thank you! I will keep working hard! This is the first chapter, the next chapter will be around six o'clock.)