Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 257: Watching the sword in one night and then drawing it
The mountain wind poured into the thatched cottage, the veil swayed, and the mist came out of the tea cup held by the Master's hand, and then disappeared instantly. I thought the hot tea in the cup would cool faster...com
Ning Que is not Chen Pipi, and his face is not wrinkled by the wind, but he is angry and scolded by Master, and he can't help but feel a little sad, saying, "I just want to ask you to see if there are many benefits or disadvantages."
The Master took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, shook his head and said, "I am so old, how can I have the energy to think about these small things? Do you think it's worth it?"
Ning Que said seriously: "Since she made this request, I have been thinking about this matter. Haoran Sword is indeed the most famous swordsman skill in our academy, but without Haoranqi from the junior uncle, it would not be considered a
What kind of martial arts cannot be passed down at all?"
The Master said without comment: "Continue."
Ning Que recalled the scene of fighting Ye Hongyu in the courtyard with Fencury Plum, thinking about the piece of paper sword she was holding at the fingertips, and hesitated and said, "The paper sword she held, although I
I can't understand it, but it's really interesting. I even suspect that it's very likely that it's Southern Jin..."
The Master frowned and looked at him, and said unhappily: "Be simple."
Ning Que said honestly: "I think it's worth it."
The Master said casually: "Since that's the case, why are you hesitating? Then change it."
The Haoran Sword of the Academy was sent out like this. The Master's expression was so indifferent, and it felt like he had given out a wilted cabbage.
Ning Que was a little unable to adapt to the atmosphere between the scenes. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the master who came to the case and asked tentatively: "Teacher, do you have nothing to ask me?"
The Master took the book and was about to continue the previous work, saying casually: "What's there to ask?"
Ning Que asked with a hopeful look: "What if I die?"
The Master did not look up at all, looked at the book in his hand, waiting for the melting of Xinmo, and said, "Everyone will die. If you die, I will mourn you without reminding me."
The best hope turned into a bubble. Ning Que's powerful heart, soaked in corpse water, was finally split into two with a bang after listening to the teacher's irresponsible and even cold words.
The petals, one petal is left for Sangsang, and the other petal turns into a fantasy fire that burns the Master's beard.
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Ning Que first went to the second senior brother's courtyard and made his own request in the sound of the waterfall. Then he went to the cliff cave with thousands of books hidden. Finally, he walked through the Yunmen Formation to the second floor.
I drew out several sword techniques related to Haoran Sword from the bookshelf and walked to the east window to ask the third senior sister to register.
The whole process of picking up the book was very smooth, and it was a bit strange.
The Master gave him an extremely irresponsible oral order. The second brother, scholar and third sister were extremely irresponsible and did not have any tokens at all, so he gave him what he wanted, so he was holding several thick books.
When I was on the carriage when I was in the book, I still didn’t wake up.
He thought to himself, according to his experience today, wouldn’t he be able to steal those precious practice books from the academy anytime and anywhere? In this way, he would be free from food and clothing in his life.
Back in the house by Yanming Lake, Ning Que went directly to the backyard, threw the thick books in his arms onto the desk, and said, "What you want."
Ye Hongyu picked up a book from the table and frowned slightly. Even she didn't expect that the academy would really let Ning Que take out such a precious book of practice so indifferently. She even doubted these things.
The authenticity of the book, but when she opened the closed page, she knew it was indeed true.
Ning Que found that the book she was holding was the first exploration of Haoran Sword, which was the one he had when he vomited blood and entered the old reading book. He couldn't help but feel a little moved. After a moment, he got rid of this emotion and saw that his mind had begun to immerse himself in
Ye Hongyu in the book reminded: "Where is mine?"
Ye Hongyu raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned the cloth buckle between the collar of the Taoist robe.
Ning Que stared at the movement of her fingers, even he himself didn't know at this time whether he was looking forward to the paper sword that seemed to contain countless mysteries, or the graceful scenery under the Taoist robe.
Ye Hongyu took out the thin paper sword hidden deep in the underwear, but did not hand it over, but stared at Ning Que's eyes and said, "There are two requirements."
Ning Que said, "You said."
Ye Hongyu said, "You can only watch this paper sword for one night."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "It is impossible, unless you only read these books of Haoran Sword of Practicing for one night."
Ye Hongyu smiled slightly, ready to say something.
Ning Que suddenly realized that the girl Taoist priest in front of him was a genius in the world of cultivation. Maybe he really had the terrifying ability to remember everything like Sangsang. He quickly reached out to stop her from answering the conversation and said, "Is it so hard to limit the time to death."
It's appropriate, I agree that you can watch it for a few more nights, and I can watch it for a few more nights too."
Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly, then laughed, shook his head and said, "You can react quickly."
Ning Que said: "I am not a person who is willing to suffer losses."
Ye Hongyu said: "Three Nights."
Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "The deal is completed."
Then he asked curiously: "What is the second condition?"
Ye Hongyu looked at the piece of paper sword between his fingers and said, "You don't know how to smell it."
This piece of paper sword has been hidden in her chest, and she has been stained with so much fragrance and sweat. If an ordinary woman is afraid of being so embarrassed, Ye Hongyu doesn't want Ning Que to do those disgusting things.
Something about it.
Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "Do I look so perverted?"
Ye Hongyu smiled and said, "Junior Sister Sang Sang grew up with you since she was a child. Before she could grow up, you turned her into a roommate. No matter how you look at it, this is a very perverted behavior."
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In the courtyard on a summer night, occasionally listening to the sound of cicadas and frogs croaking.
Ning Que looked at the paper sword between his fingers with the light of the oil lamp.
Sangsang had been with him before, staring at the little paper sword, but at this time he couldn't hold on and went to sleep.
Ning Que felt the touch of the paper coming from his fingers and subconsciously started to rub gently.
This action looked a bit obscene, but in fact he had no idea of obsceneness, nor did he think that this thin piece of paper had gently rubbed against the soft flesh on Dao Chi's chest.
He just wanted to relieve the tension in his heart through this action.
This piece of paper sword is very thin, the paper is ordinary, just the size of a human finger. The edge of the paper sword is ink lines with uneven thickness, thickness, thickness, and ink lines are rough paper edges.
At the beginning, this should be a small sword drawn on paper, and then it was torn apart by someone. You can draw a conclusion from the ink lines on the edge of the paper sword. People who draw swords are not good at using pens and have a very high level of painting.
Low, but that person's level of cultivation is very high, so high that those ink lines seem to be real sword tips!
The slightly yellow light shone the thin paper between his fingers and became darker and yellower.
Ning Que stared at the paper sword, his expression becoming more and more serious and nervous.
After nightfall, the lakeside courtyard was not as stuffy as during the day. However, sweat began to seep out from his face, gradually becoming the size of a soybean, slowly flowing down from his cheeks.
Sweat was getting more and more, and it kept pouring out from his back and thighs, gradually wetting his thin shirt, wet his pants under him, soaking his fabric, and then flowing down the chair legs to the ground.
His body at this time seemed like a ball of cotton wool that had been sucked in full water. He was forced by the fierce, powerful and majestic invisible sword intent on the paper sword and began to flow constantly.
The reason for this is that his mind power has broken through the sharp and invisible boundary of the edge of the paper sword that made the sea of consciousness hurt, and entered the inside of the paper sword, thus feeling the truth of the sword intent.
A few days ago in the battle in Geiculi, when Ye Hongyu took out the small paper sword from his arms, he once felt the terrifying sword intent attached to the paper that was like a big river coming from the sky.
At this time, the small paper sword was quietly lying between his fingers, so he could understand the sword intent more delicately and truly. In the middle of the night, he finally understood that this sword intent was not a simulated river in the Great River in Jiuxiao Cloud.
The power hanging upside down is the description of the great river itself.
This fact proves a certain conjecture in Ning Que's mind.
He felt that the light paper sword between his fingers suddenly became extremely heavy.
He felt the turbid yellow waves, constantly washing his body and hitting his sea of consciousness, as if he could break through the embankment at the edge of the sea of consciousness and spread to the wilderness at any time.
In the sword intent, he felt like he fell into the depths of a big river, feeling the powerful pressure everywhere, and in the bedroom at summer night, he looked like a real drowning person, with pale face, rapid breathing, and sweat on his body poured out like a waterfall.
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In the early morning, Ning Que woke up from his meditation state.
The chair he was sitting on was full of water.
The blue brick floor under the ring chair has also been wet a large area.
The paper sword he held between his fingers was already wet with sweat and became a little transparent, but the sword drawn on the paper was still so clear, as if there was some magical in the ink lines.
Power can be not affected by worldly matter.
Sangsang looked at him with a worried look on his face.
Ning Que looked at her with difficulty and squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay."
He was shocked by his voice, and his voice was so hoarse and dry, and it sounded like he felt like he had been broken in the desert for more than ten days.
He immediately understood that this was the consequence of the severe water shortage and said, "Buy a pot of porridge and then suck the sperm hidden in the study. I want to replenish it well."
"That Polygonatum has been boiled into the porridge. I saw that you were sweating too much, so I added heavy salt."
Sangsang brought a bowl of mixed porridge from the small table next to him that had been fertile water, looked at him carefully and said, "Do you still have the strength to feed me?"
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After replenishing some energy, Ning Que walked to the other courtyard and returned the paper sword to Ye Hongyu. After watching the sword overnight, he had already confirmed many things. He knew that with his current level of cultivation, he could only understand at most.
This level is meaningless even if you watch it for two more nights.
Ye Hongyu looked at his pale cheeks and said with emotion: "I know clearly where the limit of my ability is, and I can resist the temptation of this paper sword. I don't have to admit that Ning Que you
Although his qualifications are average, his mind is the best in the world."
If it were usual, Ning Que would have shown a proud look when he was praised by Dao Chi. But today he had something in his mind. The sword in the sea of consciousness did not say much to her, so he said goodbye.
He left Yanming Lake in a carriage, came to the academy as fast as possible, passed through the Yunmen Formation and entered the back mountain of the academy. He had no time to say hello to his senior brothers and sisters at Jinghu, frowned and talked to himself in a sad way, and his expression was sometimes lost.
Sometimes he was firm and walked towards the cliff cave on the hillside.
Senior Sister Seven in Jinghu Pavilion Xili put down the embroidery needle in her hand, looked at Ning Que's back who had disappeared in the mountains and forests, frowned and murmured: "Little brother... I look a little weird today, as if I'm crazy."
Senior Brother Six, who was repairing the water truck by the stream and putting fish for the big white goose to play with Muyu, the big white goose, stood up, looked in that direction, shook his head and said, "Why is the younger brother like the Eleventh Junior Brother today?"
Ning Que didn't know what his senior brothers and sisters were talking about. He walked to the bottom of the cliff cave in a daze and next to the table of the scholars.
The scholar was reading and didn't look up at him at all.
Ning Que stood beside the scholar, no longer talking to himself, but was silent for a long time. When the lines gradually overlapped and formed in his sea of consciousness, his eyes lit up slightly, and he walked directly to the table and put it in a slight way.
The scholar squeezed away from the stool, took paper, pen and dipped in ink, and began to write wildly.
Scholars are the most strange existence in the back mountain of the academy. They usually have a very good temper, but if someone disturbs him to study, his temper will become very bad. Even the eldest or second brothers dare not dare to be immersed in his studies.
I came to disturb him, but today I was squeezed away so roughly by Ning Que. He was holding a book of peasants and workers, and was relished. He was furious and rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat Ning Que.
However, when he saw what Ning Que wrote on paper, his fist that had already been raised in the air slowly fell down. He stood behind Ning Que curiously, and he became more and more immersive in his sight.
It didn't take long for Ning Que to complete what he wanted to do, put the brush on the inkstone, lifted the paper into the air and looked at the sunshine carefully, confirming that although it was impossible for him to fully simulate the majestic river.
Sword intent, but this is the best level you can do.
He suddenly found that the scholar was staring at the paper in his hand behind him, and quickly explained: "I know the sword is really ugly, but it's not my business."
"Where is this sword... ugly?"
The scholar held his hands behind his back, hunched his body slightly, looked at the crooked little sword on the paper, and exclaimed: "I haven't seen such a beautiful sword in many years."
Ning Que was shocked and thought to himself that this guy who only knows how to read can understand this sword. He subconsciously asked: "Sir, have you seen something similar before?"
The scholar did not look back and pointed to the cave of Shujiao behind him and said, "There are many sword techniques hidden in it. Some authors like to draw illustrations to annotate them, so I have seen some swords."
Ning Que thought so, and asked curiously: "What do you think of this sword?"
"If the sword you copied was nothing among the countless swords in the gallery cave, it was not a big deal, but your sword exudes the spirit of the original sword-painting man, that would be wonderful."
The scholar said, "I don't know how to draw or how to sword, but I can understand the spirit of this sword."
"In my opinion, this sword can be ranked among the top five in the academy's thousand-year-old storage."
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