Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 63: The Master's Annoyance
The smile in Sangsang's eyes was very indifferent - in the dictionary, indifference has many explanations, such as the appearance of purity, indifference and silence, such as indifference, such as being ignorant and unaware - these explanations are for those who often show their natural dullness.
For her, they are all very suitable, especially the one about being ignorant.
At this time, she was sitting by the window looking at the Master and Ning Que. It was like the golden dragon sticking out from behind the burning clouds in the wasteland sky before, and the God of Light standing in the chariot looking down at the earth. But her
The position seemed to be higher, so the indifference in her eyes fell into another realm.
There is another explanation for indifference: suppressing happiness and rejecting life, staying away from words with human flavor such as beauty, which represent the holiness and solemnity beyond the secular world.
That indifferent smile appeared at the bottom of Sangsang's eyes and disappeared in an instant. Before she could snap her fingers, it turned into smoke. She didn't even feel anything. Naturally, Ning Que didn't see it, but Master did.
The Master looked at Sang Sang and was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Ning Que felt something strange and Sang Sang's eyes showed confusion and confusion that he smiled and looked away.
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The master's eyes fell on Sangsang's hand.
Sang Sang's left hand was clenched into a fist. From Lanke Temple, to escaping from Chaoyang City in Yuelun Kingdom, to being taken in by the Deserter tribe, she often held it with her left hand.
Where the master looked, Sangsang's left hand spread out, revealing what was in his palm.
That is a white chess piece.
The master's expression was as peaceful as an old pine tree that had experienced countless autumns and winters.
His eyes were not peaceful, there were hundreds of millions of stars emerging in the black pupils, and then they began to move irregularly, drawing countless dense lines, and finally condensed into a bright point of light.
This happened in an instant. No one could see what happened in the Master's eyes. Ning Que couldn't see it, Sang Sang couldn't see it, and even if everyone in the world stood in front of the Master, they wouldn't be able to see it.
The bright light spot deep in the master's eyes suddenly exploded.
The master closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes returned to normal. The black blouse remained motionless, his expression remained peaceful, and his wrinkles still seemed to contain countless wisdom.
Nothing seemed to happen.
It seems that everything has already happened.
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On the wall of the black carriage, there are extremely dense talisman formations engraved, which are derived from the classics of Haotian South Gate Temple. Master Yan Se spent half his life to create them. They are extremely delicate and difficult to break.
The moment the master opened his eyes again, the talisman array on the carriage wall suddenly seemed to be filled with countless extra breaths. The clear and quiet talisman suddenly became chaotic, and the talisman lines flashed with golden light, and then dimmed.
The carriage was made of fine steel. Its weight was extremely terrifying. At this moment, the talisman array suddenly failed, and the wheels suddenly sank deeply into the soft spring wasteland ground, and the leather ropes were deeply cut into the muscles of the big black horse!
The big black horse was completely unprepared. He never expected that the carriage behind him would suddenly become so heavy. His front hooves rose into the air, then he suddenly knelt down and fell heavily to the ground!
Mud was splashing and smoke was flying. The big black horse neighed in pain, and the grass beneath him was crushed into a ball. The wild flowers in the grass spread out and floated up in the smoke, gradually reaching the clouds.
The sky was clear over the wasteland, with only a few white clouds floating leisurely.
In the blue sky directly above the black carriage, there is a cloud made of rain. When the wild flower debris floats, rain falls, like a thin water column, falling on the carriage, pattering. It is like crying.
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Looking from the ground in the wasteland, the sun has just moved behind the rain cloud. The clear sunlight penetrates the three gaps in the cloud and is slightly bright. Of those three thin gaps, two are on top and one is small.
It's like a person's eyes and lips, squinting carefully, like an innocent face showing a cute smile.
The master was very annoyed, so he waved his hand and said, "You are crying and laughing at the same time. Are you sick?"
Ning Que had no idea what was going on and said, "Teacher, Sang Sang is the one who is sick."
The master looked at him and shouted: "Do you have medicine?"
Ning Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Don't you have medicine?"
The master became more and more displeased and said, "She has already taken the medicine. Why did you bring this up?"
Ning Que was speechless, thinking that all the students at the back of the academy knew that the teacher was not the kind of master who did not live in the world. He had a temper, but today's temper was too sharp and pointless.
"Teacher, what happened?" he asked worriedly.
The Master was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "I'm a little hungry. What do you want to eat?"
Ning Que looked out the car window at the slightly humid wilderness, wondering what else to eat besides dry food in such a desolate place.
The Master glanced at Sangsang and said: "Since you are still alive, you must live well and have certain requirements for the quality of life. How can you eat casually? I will take you to eat some delicious food."
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The big black horse got rid of the dizziness caused by the impact, and after confirming that the carriage became lighter again, it followed the master's instructions and sped towards the north of the wilderness. All the way, the wind was howling and the grass was light.
It didn't take long for the black carriage to arrive at a meadow. Dozens of sheep were scattered around the meadow, and there were several tents on the sides and back. It looked like it was a herdsman tribe, but it was too small.
Ning Que got off the carriage and looked at the angle of the sun, and saw snow hills still remaining in the distance.
He looked at the length of the grass again and confirmed that this place was already in the extreme north of the wilderness. He couldn't understand how the carriage traveled such a long distance in such a short time.
Several herdsmen walked out of the tent, their skins were dark, and their vigilant expressions were mixed with panic. Judging from the situation, these herdsmen rarely encountered outside tourists.
Ning Que didn't know what his disciple Dao had brought him and Sangsang here to eat. As the saying goes, disciples obey their work. He walked over to the herdsmen, intending to see what food was in the tent and buy it with money.
He knew the barbarian language in the wilderness and was even good at some remote tribal dialects. However, today he suddenly discovered that he could not communicate with the herdsmen in the wilderness.
"Stop showing off your little tricks."
The master stepped down from the carriage and scolded him unceremoniously.
The reaction of the herdsmen after seeing the Master was very strange. They were a little moved, a little excited, and mostly in awe. Two of them knelt down directly in front of the Master and kissed his insteps, while the other herdsmen ran to their respective places.
After leaving the tent, he brought out his wife, children, and the elderly. Then he bowed to his wife.
Only then did Ning Que know that these herdsmen had met the master. He couldn't help but be very curious about which royal court these herdsmen belonged to. They couldn't understand his own words. He was even more curious about how the master would communicate with these herdsmen.
It never occurred to him that the Master could not communicate with these herdsmen.
Because now he is more and more certain that the Master is omnipotent.
Master began to communicate with these herdsmen.
He pointed to the sheep on the meadow in the distance. Then he spread out his hands, made a gesture, and moved his fingers upwards to simulate flames. He kept mumbling something in his mouth.
"The sheep can't be too big, they are just this big."
"It's going to be grilled... just the way you are best at grilling it."
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Ning Que was speechless again. How could he have imagined that this is how Master communicated.
The Master knew what he was thinking and said: "I have always said that there is no omnipotent person in the world. Even I cannot understand all the languages in the world, but what does that mean? Language is a trivial skill. As long as you can gesture
, you will never starve to death wherever you go, and you can find delicious food wherever you go.”
Ning Que knew that he had to reason with the teacher. It was an extremely masochistic thought, so he firmly gave up and asked his doubts: "Which royal court does this small tribe belong to?"
The Master said: "They do not belong to any royal court. These herdsmen have been nomadic in this bitter and cold land for thousands of years without communicating with the outside world. Although their lives are harder, they are also quiet."
Ning Que said: "With only such a few people, it is logically difficult to reproduce."
The Master said: "The butcher hid here for a while, and he must have passed on some secret method to these herdsmen."
Ning Que was slightly shocked when he heard his master talk about the two men, the butcher and the drunkard.
The master added: "The butcher's roasted leg of lamb is the most delicious. Now he doesn't know where he is hiding. He has refused to see me for many years, so now the most delicious leg of lamb in the world is right here."
Ning Que laughed and said, "Is the secret method you are talking about continuing the family lineage or roasting lamb legs?"
The master smiled and patted his thigh, saying, "It's all."
Sang Sang divided two bowls of milk wine and served them to Master and Ning Que.
The master took a sip, praised it, and then said to her: "Drink it too, it tastes good."
At this moment, the lamb leg was finally roasted, and the herdsmen took it over respectfully and then retreated.
Ning Que didn't know what words to use to describe this roasted leg of lamb, which was said to be the most delicious in the world. He smelled the fragrance of the leg of lamb and looked at the eye-catching oil on the leg, and moved his index fingers.
But at this time, he would never make a mistake. According to the instructions of Chen Pipi and his senior brother, he used a sharp knife to cut two pieces from the best part of the lamb leg, and then brought it to the master's lips.
The master chewed the mutton, closed his eyes, and held the milk wine bowl with a very intoxicated expression. He waited for the next moment to use the milk wine to turn the mutton smell in his mouth into a charming drunkenness.
"Something's wrong." Master suddenly opened his eyes.
Then, like an old farmer who had just finished eating noodles by the roadside, he clicked his lips, carefully considered the feeling in his mouth, his face suddenly changed, and he said: "This mutton is not right."
Ning Que was stunned. He cut another piece of the roasted lamb leg and put it into his mouth to chew. He felt the deliciousness of the meat and was so happy that he almost chewed his own tongue off. What was wrong?
He asked: "Teacher, what's wrong?"
The master said angrily: "This mutton doesn't even taste like mutton. How can it still be called mutton?"
Ning Que didn't understand at all how this didn't look like mutton.
The Master suddenly fell silent, looking at the roasted leg of lamb and letting out a long sigh.
Then he looked at Sangsang, sighed and shook his head.
Sangsang didn't understand what was going on and asked in a low voice: "Would you like a bowl of mutton soup?"
The master said angrily: "I can't eat the meat, so why should I drink soup?"
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