The practitioners under the big green tree have been paying attention to the young man and woman next to the stream. They know very well that although the bookworm has a gentle temperament, he rarely shows the slightest affection to the man. At this time, they saw her actually getting along with the young man.
The conversation was very lively, and they couldn't help but whisper, guessing the identity and origin of the young man.
Some people who had vaguely guessed Ning Que's identity before had their guesses confirmed by the scene in front of them, and the shock in their hearts turned into fear. They didn't know that at this time, they should go over to pay respects to the legendary academy master, but should instead
Remain silent to avoid upsetting the other person.
The noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty noticed the change in the atmosphere. The few casual cultivators surrounding him who were trying to please him seemed a little restless. When he caught a glimpse of the two figures by the stream, their expressions suddenly became gloomy.
He has a distinguished status, but this time he came to Lanke Temple in person to participate in the Yulan Festival. In addition to representing the royal family of the Southern Jin Dynasty to express respect for Master Qishan, who was a great benefactor to the Southern Jin Dynasty, the more important reason is that he knows that he is a bookworm.
Later, he wanted to show his sincerity to the other party through this move, and even vaguely hoped that if he could get Master Qishan's promise to clear up his doubts, he might be able to achieve something beautiful with the woman in Washan.
The royal family of the Southern Jin Dynasty once tested the bookworm's heart in private, but was declined. After several letters from this noble prince fell into the sea, they realized that this girl Mo Shanshan was not an ordinary woman. After entering Washan today, in order not to let her feel that she
He was entangled and felt unhappy, always suppressing his desire to get close to her, and acting calm and calm, just to let her leave a good impression on him.
While the noble prince was shaking his shoulders, chatting with the practitioners in a reserved and gentle manner, and nervously guessing whether Mo Shanshan would be watching him quietly from the side, with a look of admiration in his eyes, thinking he had a plan,
But suddenly he discovered that the woman he admired didn't care about him at all, but went to the streamside to whisper with a man who appeared out of nowhere, and she was smiling so happily!
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The surprised glances and soft speculations of the practitioners under the green trees caught Ning Que's attention. It was difficult to hide from his keen perception, especially the gloomy noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty whom he met in Lanke Temple yesterday morning.
The expression on his face could not escape his eyes, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Thinking of certain things, he had to admit that if he ignored things like character and moral character, and based solely on his status and family background, the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty was probably the most suitable person for a bookworm in the world. If we talk about character and moral character.
He didn't have those things himself, so when he thought about it, he felt some inexplicable displeasure.
Ning Que looked at the noble young master of the Southern Jin Dynasty under the green tree and asked, "Did you come with that person?"
Mo Shanshan shook his head.
For some reason, after it was confirmed that she did not come to Lanke Temple with the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty, Ning Que's unhappiness immediately disappeared. He smiled and said, "But he must have come with you."
Mo Shanshan didn't know why he said this.
There was a slightly cold autumn wind rising from the bottom of the stream, blowing along the stone flats, and there was a rustling sound in the big green trees. However, the branches and leaves in the crown were too dense, and no gaps were blown open by the wind. The Nan Nan under the tree
Young Master Jin's clothes were also blown up by the wind. For a moment, the bright yellow belt suddenly appeared and disappeared.
"I know he is the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty." Ning Que said.
Mo Shanshan was slightly surprised.
Ning Que said with a smile: "We met in Lanke Temple yesterday and we had a little dispute. But as you know, I have a gentler temperament now, so even if he asked me what I was, I didn't tell him. In my eyes
, he doesn’t even count, because I have dealt with him earlier. He once wanted to buy my chicken soup post to please you. That time I really slapped his face until it was red and swollen. Now it really doesn’t matter.
Keep him interested."
Mo Shanshan looked at the mountain stream under the cliff, lowered his head and smiled silently.
Ning Que thought that she didn't know the story that happened at the auction of stolen cultural relics in Laobi Zhai, so he told her again. He said with joy, "Mr. Thirteen doesn't want to reward the prince of your family in the Southern Jin Dynasty, but he wants to reward you with this resounding song."
Slap."
Mo Shanshan raised his head, smiled and asked, "Are you very proud?"
Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "I did feel very proud at the time, and I'm still a little proud now when I think about it."
"That's really proud of you."
Mo Shanshan nodded and said, "Actually, I know about this."
Ning Que thought that since you knew it, it was really embarrassing for him to say it in a cheerful manner.
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said with a half-smile: "Should I thank you for helping me get rid of one of my suitors? Or are you just content to let me miss you all my life?"
Ning Que's body was slightly stiff, and he didn't know how to answer these words.
"The most troublesome thing is that everyone in the world knows about this, so what do you think the world will think of me, and how will they think of the way you think of me?"
Mo Shanshan said a little shyly: "Since it's not feasible, it's not appropriate for you to do this."
"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have been like that..."
Ning Que turned to her side, bowed to her, and apologized: "I have been making mistakes from the past to today. I hope you can forgive me."
His apology was sincere and rare.
Mo Shanshan couldn't be happy, and his bright lake-like eyes were slightly rippling, a little disappointed and slightly sour, and he forced a smile and said: "What the Taoist idiot said is right, you are the most shameless person in the world, and you can admit your mistakes faster than anyone else.
Being sincere always makes people feel as if everyone else is at fault and you are the innocent one."
Ning Que was silent, and then realized that no matter how elegant and refined a woman is, once she is trapped by something, she is no different from any other woman in the world, and she will always find countless reasons to be angry.
Of course, he knew that he could only accept it honestly, because he was indeed wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he said seriously: "In order to make you feel that my apology is more sincere, I decided to do something."
Mo Shanshan asked: "What's the matter?"
Ning Que said with a smile: "After Sang Sang recovers from her illness, I will rush back to Chang'an City as quickly as possible, and then go to the Prince's Mansion to snatch up the chicken soup post and send it to you then."
Mo Shanshan smiled and said, "There are already many of your signatures in the study next to the ink pond."
Ning Que felt helpless and asked, "Then how can I make you happy?"
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said, "There is no note you wrote to me in the study next to the ink pond."
This was a request that had been repeated many times. She felt a little inferior to herself, and her cheeks gradually turned red with shame, but she still looked into his eyes bravely and firmly.
Ning Que didn't dare to look directly into her eyes and looked at the mountain stream in front of him, remaining silent.
Mo Shanshan sighed in his heart. He said nothing more and looked at the mountain stream, calm and silent.
In autumn, the mountain scenery is extremely beautiful, the mountain stream is quiet and there is the faint sound of water, and there is no voice beside the stream.
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The speculations of the practitioners under the big green tree all pointed to the same object.
This puzzle is indeed very simple. She has been a bookworm for several years, and in the stories she has left in the world, there has always been only one man who can stand side by side with her and look at the mountain scenery in perfect silence.
With the voice of the person who had already guessed Ning Que's identity, the guess became a reality. People were sure that the man standing next to the bookworm was the legendary thirteenth gentleman of the academy, Ning Que! Shocked soft shouts were heard in the crowd.
No matter how hard people try to suppress themselves, they still can't control their reactions.
Looking at the two figures beside the stream, the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty turned pale, and the hands exposed outside his sleeves were trembling with anger and jealousy. No matter how much he tried to maintain his grace, he still could not control his emotions.
After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't help but walked towards the stream. Someone took the lead, and naturally more people followed. In a very short period of time, the big green tree became empty.
The square stone platform that seemed crowded before suddenly became extremely quiet. The Southern Jin national player sitting on one side of the chessboard was thinking hard and did not notice, but the old monk in yellow from Lanke Temple who was responsible for presiding over the endgame judgment.
When Han Jue noticed it, he raised his head somewhat unexpectedly and glanced towards the side of the stream.
When the cultivator under the green tree took the first step, Ning Que felt it. He turned around and watched the dozens of cultivators coming towards him. He couldn't help but be stunned and moved as fast as possible
After calculating what measures he and Mo Shanshan should use to deal with these people so as not to be squeezed down the mountain stream, he glanced at the black carriage and confirmed that the big black horse was on guard, and then he felt relieved.
Those cultivators did not really push Ning Que down the mountain stream, but they stopped at the same time with a tacit understanding when they were still a few feet away from the edge of the stream with a sense of natural awe.
"Taoist Li from the Song Dynasty pays homage to Mr. Thirteen."
"Lin Ruoyu, a late student, has met the academy seniors."
"Master Huayin would like to send his regards to everyone in Ning."
Everyone respectfully saluted Ning Que, some with reserved expressions, some with uncontrollable excitement. Some people's voices trembled slightly, and some people's voices even changed slightly in excitement. It could be felt that everyone was very excited.
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This is Haotian's world, and Taoist sects naturally have an absolutely supreme position in the world of cultivation. Most of the practitioners in Washan who came to Lanke Temple today are also Taoists.
It's just that the subtle confrontation between the Taoist sect and the academy happened in the dark shadow of history. It happened between the truly powerful people who made the most of the wind and rain, and had nothing to do with these ordinary practitioners.
They only know that the mountain behind the academy is a legendary and unknown place.
Those disciples of the master in the back mountain of the academy are the legendary masters outside the world.
For practitioners in the world, the so-called masters outside the world are always walking in the clouds, and they occasionally appear in the world but are hard to find. The vast majority of practitioners will never have the opportunity to meet these truly masters in their lives.
Even though among all the unknowable places, the academy is the only place that is connected to the secular world, practitioners outside the Tang Dynasty basically have no chance to meet the disciples in the mountains behind the academy.
Today they finally met, and they didn't just watch those otherworldly masters flying across the sky with their swords from a distance, but they came into such close contact and could even say a few words to each other. How could they not be excited?
Regardless of whether this opportunity will bring any benefits to their long road of cultivation, at least in the future, before their old age and physical weakness return to the glory of Haotian, they can recall to their younger disciples a certain year in Washan Lanke
He told the story of the temple, proudly and contentedly saying how approachable the thirteenth gentleman of the academy at that time was.
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Ning Que has never had the self-consciousness of being an outsider. After he finally successfully climbed to the top and entered the second floor of the academy, he would still go to Hongxiu Restaurant to drink, chat with his neighbors on Alley 47, and take the students in the front yard with him.
When he left the frontier in the north, he didn't know how many people he came into contact with in the world. Although he clearly noticed that the world's attitude toward him was gradually changing over the years, he still didn't pay much attention to it because he still lived in the world and did not live in seclusion outside the world.
This is related to the fact that he is a person who joined the world in the academy. It is also because of his own experience and temperament. If he really wanted to be born, he would have to sever ties with the world. However, before his revenge was successful, he could not tear away his inextricable ties with the world.
Even if Xiahou is killed, it seems that this situation will not change significantly.
So looking at the respectful and even awed expressions of these foreign cultivators, and seeing the excitement and excitement in people's eyes, Ning Que was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, showed a gentle smile, and calmly returned greetings to these cultivators.
Although his expression was calm and composed, his mood was not calm.
He has always been aware of the academy's status in the world of spiritual practice. However, when he entered the world in the past, the people he dealt with were either lunatics or powerful and terrifying senior perverts. So it was not until this moment that he truly felt the master's sect for the first time.
It is so powerful that I can feel the respect or awe that the practitioners have for the academy.
Whether it's respect or awe, it's a beautiful feeling.
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Although it is Haotian's world with a majority of cultivators, after all, the Tang Dynasty is the most powerful country in the world. Naturally, there are also cultivating sects that are deeply influenced by the Tang Dynasty and consider themselves close to the academy. A swordsman from the River Kingdom is not the most powerful country in the world.
Without hesitation, he regarded himself as a junior disciple of the same sect, knelt in front of Ning Que and gave a big salute, then stood up and consciously stood at the nearest position to Mo Shanshan's side. There was a proud look on his face.
This kind of behavior is naturally a bit ridiculous, but most practitioners did not laugh, taking it for granted. If they were also practitioners from the River Country, they would probably kneel faster than that person. Although the bookworm is graceful, he can hug her
Who doesn’t want thighs? What’s more, you can get close to the academy’s masters as a family member.
However, some people still couldn't stand it. They let out a sneer, which immediately broke the atmosphere beside the mountain stream. The practitioners who were still saluting chaotically looked back in astonishment, thinking who was so bold?
Those who dare to laugh at this time are naturally not very afraid of the academy. Today, Xiling Temple did not send anyone, and the monks of Lanke Temple are still under the mountain for some reason. The only ones in the field who are qualified to confront the academy, or who think they are
Those who are qualified to confront the academy are the disciples of Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Ever since the Sword Saint Liu Bai was born and was recognized by the spiritual world as the most powerful person in the world, the Southern Jin Dynasty, which considered itself the second most powerful country in the world, became more and more proud, and sometimes even the Tang Kingdom did not take it seriously.
The disciples of Jiange who studied under Liu Bai are often known for their arrogance when walking in the world of cultivation.
However, people guessed wrong. Even the disciples of Jiange did not dare to be disrespectful to the people in the academy. Even if they hated the academy because of Liu Yiqing's tragic blindness, that hatred must be a hatred of respect.
The one who made the mocking noise was indeed a Southern Jin man.
But he is not a disciple of Jiange, but the prince of Southern Jin Dynasty.
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After confirming Ning Que's identity, the Crown Prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty became angry, and his eyes showed resentment because of jealousy. Although he knew what the academy meant to the Tang Dynasty, even he should not start a fight lightly, but he watched those practitioners in Ning Que
He could no longer bear the servile look in front of him.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty came out.
Looking at Mo Shanshan's figure, his face looked a little better, and he said in a deep voice: "How can such an unlucky person be qualified to stand by your side, Master of the Mountain? The chess master I brought here is a national player in the palace.
, we will solve the endgame soon, and you will go up the mountain with us later."
There was silence beside the mountain stream, and the expressions on the faces of the practitioners were very complicated. Many of them wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to laugh, so their faces were particularly weird and wonderful.
Over the past few years, the most famous love affair between a man and a woman in the world is no longer the fresh childhood sweethearts story between the Moon Lun Kingdom nymphomaniac and Prince Long Qing, but the romance between Academy Ning Que, the Dahe Kingdom bookworm, and the little maid Sangsang.
The story of a bloody love triangle has spread throughout the world and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
At the beginning, the image of Sangsang in this story was very weak. No one knew who the little maid was, and they couldn't understand why Ning Que insisted on choosing her instead of the old bookworm. So everyone was sad and disappointed.
I began to feel sorry for the bookworm and felt angry for her.
However, as time goes by, many secrets no longer become secrets. The spiritual world finally knows that the little maid Sangsang is actually the only descendant of the former Great Priest of Guangming in the world, especially when the Xiling Temple officially spread the news of the Great Priest of Guangming a few months ago.
After the woman's account was banned, the situation immediately changed.
At least in people's eyes, the little maid Sangsang finally has an equal status with the bookworm in this story, so the story becomes even more exciting.
As the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty made a deep accusation, the practitioners in the room thought of this famous love story, and naturally they also thought of the rumor that the daughter of light would always be by Ning Que's side.
Only then did people remember that there was a black carriage beside the stone flat.
Everyone turned to look at the black carriage, and their eyes were different. They were even more reserved than when they looked at Ning Que before. The fear in their awe was obviously much stronger.
Someone woke up first and hurriedly walked to the black carriage and knelt down.
As mentioned before, those who practice Taoism respect the Xiling Temple. The same is true next to the mountain stream. The practitioners hurried to the black carriage and knelt on the ground in darkness.
Everyone worshiped devoutly: "Welcome the daughter of light to the kingdom of the world."
Sangsang's calm voice came from the carriage: "Everyone, get up."
Ning Que smiled slightly, not expecting that this girl's voice could have such a reserved and dignified tone.
The practitioners were relieved. They stood up one after another, still maintaining a respectful posture. Even if there were grass clippings and dust on their knees, no one dared to pat them.
Looking at this scene, the face of the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty became more and more ugly. Only then did he realize that even the status of the people around Ning Que was not lower than his own. If the little maid in the carriage succeeded him as the Great Priest of Guangming in the future, wouldn't it be
Is it more noble than his father?
He did not expect that something even more annoying but helpless would happen next.
Sangsang's voice came from the carriage again: "Bookworm girl, would you like to accompany me up the mountain?"
The expression of the prince of Southern Jin Dynasty suddenly changed.
The expressions of the practitioners suddenly became extremely wonderful.
Ning Que's mood suddenly tightened.
He knew Sang Sang very well. He knew very well. Sang Sang had previously called Mo Shanshan the mountain owner, but now he called her the bookworm girl. What was the meaning of the difference? Although there was no malice, he didn't know if it would make the other person sad.
The girl is unhappy.
Mo Shanshan didn't have any displeasure, but his smile was a little bitter.
She vaguely guessed why Sangsang asked her to get in the carriage and go together.
This is probably what the Prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty said earlier.
The prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty said that Ning Que was an unlucky man.
Sang Sang wanted to prove that this had nothing to do with Ning Que.
This is their business.
The prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty invited the bookworm to go up the mountain with him.
Sangsang also invited the bookworm up the mountain.
At the same time, he also invited bookworms to slap the Southern Jin crown prince in the face.
In order to vent her anger for her young master and let him maintain his momentum and glory in front of the practitioners in the world, Sangsang was willing to do many things, including this invitation, which may not be what she wanted.
Mo Shanshan sighed softly, thinking that he was thinking about Ning Que all the time like Sang Sang, even if he had no self at all, he still wanted to make Ning Que happy. It was really unimaginable. If it were him, could he do it by himself?
Thinking only takes a moment.
Sang Sang had already done this to give Ning Que face.
Mo Shanshan thought to himself, what does it mean to take a step towards the black carriage?
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People watched the bookworm enter the black carriage, and then looked at Ning Que with different eyes. In addition to awe, there was a lot of envy. Ning Que knew that the truth of the matter was not like this. The two women riding in the same carriage meant nothing.
But of course he wouldn't make any excuses. He walked to the car and patted the big black horse to signal for departure.
The black carriage started slowly.
Ning Que sat on the soft cushion in front of the car, looking at the gloomy and ugly face of the Southern Jin Crown Prince not far away, and suddenly felt a sense of joy, but that joy was still not enough.
Because the purpose of this trip was to treat Sangsang's illness, he did not want to cause more trouble, so whether it was the verbal conflict when they met in Lanke Temple yesterday morning, or the ridicule and accusations made by His Highness the Crown Prince earlier, he remained indifferent.
The low-key silence completely inconsistent with his past temperament.
However, you will still feel unhappy in the end.
When the black carriage passed by the Prince of Southern Jin Dynasty, it suddenly stopped.
Ning Que looked at the ugly-looking prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty and sighed: "Blow a pool of spring water."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone laughed.
Even those practitioners who were afraid of the power of the Southern Jin Dynasty held back their laughter, but they were still winking.
After all, it is someone else’s love affair. The Daughter of Light let the bookworm get into the carriage. Even if you are the noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty, why do you interfere and accuse? You like the bookworm, but the bookworm doesn’t like you. You want to provoke
The relationship between the bookworm and the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, but the daughter of light didn’t say anything, is it your turn?
This is really a pool of spring water, and it is none of Qing's business.
The followers of the Southern Jin Dynasty Crown Prince and the disciples of the Jiange Palace naturally did not laugh, but they did not get angry either. Instead, they lowered their heads in shame. In their view, today's humiliation was brought on by His Highness the Crown Prince himself.
The black carriage started up again and drove slowly past the Crown Prince of Southern Jin Dynasty. Then the second half of Ning Que's unfinished sentence rang out: "Fuck your mother's shit."
The prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty was already trembling with anger, but when he heard these foul words, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.
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Ning Que opened the curtain and took a look, and found that Sangsang looked really good, so he wasn't too worried. He just watched her and Shanshan sitting in silence facing each other, but he was extremely worried.
It was better to go up the mountain to find Master Qishan first. He comforted himself like this, lightly kicking the big black horse's buttocks to signal it to go faster. However, before the black carriage even got on the bridge, it was stopped in front of Huyue Stream.
The person who stopped the carriage was not the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty, but a very cold word.
"Even if you are an academy disciple, you have to follow the rules. Is this how the Master teaches his students?"
Next to the stone bench under the big green tree, the old monk in yellow slowly raised his head and said slowly.
The black carriage stopped in front of the bridge.
Ning Que was silent for a moment.
He didn't like to hear such old-fashioned words, especially the tone of using a teacher to suppress him. However, because Sang Sang's illness was cured by Lanke Temple, he did not show his disgust.
He looked at the old monk and asked, "What are the rules?"
The old monk in yellow stood up slowly and said: "Only when the endgame is solved can we cross the bridge."
Ning Que shook his head and said: "Rules are dead, but people are alive."
He had said this to the bookworm before.
The old monk in yellow clothes said: "Only by adhering to the rules can a person survive."
This sentence implies a certain philosophy, but Ning Que didn't know if this old monk knew that his real purpose of taking Sang Sang into the mountain was to cure illnesses, so he used this sentence to threaten himself.
He frowned slightly and said, "Could it be that when Master comes here, you also want him to break this mess before you can see Master Qishan?"
The old monk in yellow clothes said without changing his expression: "If Master came here in person, Senior Brother Qishan would probably have walked over to greet you. However, Master can ignore all the rules in the world, but you are his disciple but you do not have such qualifications."
Ning Que looked into the old monk's eyes and suddenly said: "Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living beings. Humans, pigs and dogs are all the same. Even though the gap between me and the teacher is like a stupid pig, dog and human being, the teacher and I are still the same."
If they are equal, then the teacher can not follow the rules, why should I have to follow them?"
The old monk in yellow clothes said indifferently: "As expected, the academy disciples' eloquent arguments are fine, but I don't listen when I don't want to."
Ning Que said: "So it comes down to whose fist is stronger. Your temple's rules can only stop those who are unable to break the rules."
The old monk in yellow frowned slightly and said, "Does Mr. Thirteen think he has the ability to transcend the rules of the world?"
Ning Que said: "I want to give it a try."
After saying this, he reached into the carriage.
Sangsang had already opened the arrow box and assembled the iron bow.
Ning Que took the iron bow, nocked an arrow and bent the bow, pointing directly at the old monk in yellow beside the stone scale.
Then he said, "Would you like to try it?"
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(I worked on it for a long time in the afternoon, but in the end I still couldn’t get it right. I hired a master and worked until very late at night. Finally, I got it right. Then I started to cut off the Internet and coded desperately. As a result, I got so excited that I forgot the time. That’s when it happened.
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