Nightfall

Your sister's degree

The world disappears and Ning lacks awakening.

He looked at the corpses of ants in the immediate vicinity of his eyes, scattered a pile of green leaf boulders, and climbed hard after a moment of loss. He did n’t know how long he had been in a coma, maybe long or short, but he knew it was a very dangerous thing to lie in the middle of the street, listening to the sound of bamboo flutes and horseshoes looming in the distance, he bit his lower lip hard. Forcibly boost the spirit, propping the tired and injured body into a side alley.

The blood water left on the street of Qingshi has disappeared. It is as clean as washed by rain water for dozens of times and dried by the warm spring. He did not notice the blood stains on his body and did not know where to go. The clean image It was just a wooden barrel bath just soaking in the middle of the night.

What happened during the previous coma, he had only a vague impression in his mind at this time, and he had no memory of the magical fighting between the portrait of the Suzaku at the end of the long street and the **** umbrella behind him.

Entering the side alley, he quickly took off the shirt full of swords, and then noticed that there was no trace of blood on the shirt, slightly startled, and looked down at his body with difficulty, confirming that there was really no Any blood stains can't help but have a very strong doubt. It was only at this time that the situation was urgent, and the mansion was already disturbed. He couldn't think about it. He tore off a piece of cloth and hung it on a branch, and then threw the shirt into a private house behind the wall.

The chest is still very painful. The invisible spear from the sky seems to be still inserted in his chest. Every step will make him look white, even the weakest tremor will make him feel his heart. The torn mouth was bigger.

He stretched out his trembling palms against a low wall, his waist and abdomen leaped hard, and quietly passed a resident who was still greedy in the morning and took a blue coat from the bamboo pole. Body.

He had an excellent gold sore medicine, but in the process of wearing clothes, he hurriedly glanced at the **** mouth cut by the flying sword on the surface of his body, and wondered when it had healed. This healing is not true. Healed, it looked more like being forcibly scorched by fire, but only stopped bleeding, but the injury remained.

Through the last night, Ning Que walked silently and arduously in the streets and alleys of Changcheng East City. From time to time, he sideways entered the tree and climbed to the eaves to avoid the horseshoes and the sharper bamboos that were getting closer and closer. flute.

When he finally succeeded in approaching Lin 47, he could not return to Lao Bi Zhai for treatment, because the government of Chang'an with iron ruler rope had begun knocking on the street and asking.

Frowning at the knocked doors, Ning Que raised his hand over his mouth, forcibly suppressed the strong coughing urge, and stepped back into the shadow of the alleyway, gasping for two breaths against the wall.

A carriage of ordinary style appeared at the alley, with the logo of the academy printed on the cowl.

Ning Que hid in the dark, staring at the carriage that took him to the academy every day, carefully listening to the opening of the shop door from time to time in the alley, silently calculating the time in his heart.

The tired right foot slammed against the wall, his weak body burst out the last strength, he slanted into the alley, and the right hand opened the door with lightning, and then digged in.

The alley was asking what Yu Guangli, the boss of the old antique shop, had vaguely seen. He looked around in amazement, but saw that there was no one at the entrance of the alley. Only a carriage stopped quietly there.

"So early, how could there be a carriage parked here?" Yayue frowned to himself, preparing to go and see. The owner of the antique shop wearing a single garment yawned, glanced at the carriage at the entrance of the alley, and explained very casually: "That was the carriage that took Xiaoning's boss to the academy. I would wait here at this time of the day.

Hearing the word "academy", Yayue stopped and smiled, turning his head to look at the owner of the antique shop and said with emotion: "It's really rare that we can be admitted to the academy in this street."

In the carriage, Ning Que watched Ya Shi talk with the owner of the antique shop at the stone steps. After confirming that there was no problem, he put down the curtain of the car, knocked the window lightly, and said with a tired voice, "Old Duan, you can go."

The coachman was startled, looked back at Ning Que behind the curtain, and said in surprise: "Boss Ning? When did you get in the car? Why don't I know? It's really early for you to get up today."

"Yesterday, the teaching of Like was not me. I hurried to the academy to look at it again." Ning Que explained softly, then changed his face slightly, coughed down violently, and hurriedly covered his own with his sleeves. mouth.

Listening to the suppressed coughing sound in the compartment, the driver asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Ning Queying said: "It was too hot last night. I greedily ate two bowls of ice and washed a few barrels of well water. It was probably cold."

The coachman turned around and waved the whip in one hand and said with a smile: "Heat and cold are the most troublesome, but you are young and prosperous. After you return to the shop and drink some herbal tea soup, it will be fine."

Listening to the word Huowang, Ning Que did not know why there was a feeling of grief in his heart. He stunned slightly and looked down at his sleeve. Now he was stained with two drops of blood from his cough, and he gently nipped the sleeve. Out of hand.

Nancheng in Chang'an is a precious place, and the lakeside small building is a precious residence. People who are qualified to live in this place are not rich but expensive. Although the tea master Yan Suqing is not tolerant, he is still in the upper circle of celebrities. A little famous. Before the death of Linhu Xiaozhuli, the other residents of the lake had already been disturbed. When the head of the tea master Yan Suqing was cut off, the Chang'an House was the Yulin Army.

At this time, the city gate had just opened, and it was a good time to block the murderers in the city. The Chang'an government office visited everywhere, and the Yulin Army was defending on the streets, and the inspection at the city gate was extremely strict.

However, after a rigorous inspection, there are still differences. At least for the carriage with the logo of the academy and responsible for sending students to the academy, the serious-looking Chengmen Jun just asked two sentences at will and then lifted the curtain to see After a glance, he waved and let go.

Ning Que lifted the curtains and looked at the gate of the city gate, thinking that if it were n’t for the blood stains on his body, somehow it would be annihilated. At this time, he did not know that the blood stains on Suzaku Street had been completely steamed and purified, leaving no traces, otherwise the cavalry of the Yulin Army would have escaped the blood stains to catch up with the tired and wounded him.

The horseshoe answered, the wheels scaled, and the first morning light came to Changan City, shining on the juvenile cheeks, shining the pale face even paler. He could n’t help squinting, thinking of the black sunlight in that world , Thinking of the many puzzling things that were born to him tonight, he shook his head subconsciously, then hid the knife in the car and pulled it down.

The carriage went to the academy, and Ning Que walked slowly and calmly to the academy. The stone path in the past, where the flowers and herbs were in the past, seemed so long today, and every step was so painful, so that people would not see themselves. His injuries and strange, no matter how severe the pain in his chest, he must endure, even the eyebrows can not stir.

This kind of physical state is absolutely impossible to attend class, rather lacking clarity, if you insist on class, then you are most likely to spray blood in the face of the teaching and classmates, and then die on the spot, so he directly passed through the quiet side lane of the academy, facing I don't know the first few rays of morning light, and walked slowly across the wetland to the old book building.

The old book building is open to students day and night. It is too early, no matter the teaching or the four deacons are present, Ning Que pushes Baidu to open the night bar afterwards ... Then, with his right hand holding the wall, it is extremely difficult to slowly climb upstairs .

At the familiar second floor, looking at the dense practice books on the bookshelf, Ning lacked a moment of silence, and suddenly had a strong impulse, because he had a very ominous omen one-this will be the last time he climbed the building in his life, And it will be the last time I have the opportunity to read these precious books.

After all, he still didn't pull the book from the shelf to see if he had any energy to see if the guy named Chen Pipi had left a message. He walked tiredly to the end of the shelf and walked to the floor under the west window to sit down.

Later, the female professor should talk about her bodhisattva, right? How did she explain to her what she looked like? Maybe you will close your eyes later and never wake up again, so why explain?

Because of the excessive blood loss, and even because of the mysterious injuries and collisions inside the body, Ning Que ’s thoughts are extremely chaotic, just like the catkins floating in the spring wind, light and fluttering, unable to understand the direction.

He glanced down at his chest ... feeling the empty feeling, the unbearable tearing pain in the empty, subconsciously raised his trembling right hand and slowly touched it.

He did n’t touch the spear from the sky, nor the blood, but Ning Que felt that his hands were covered with thick blood, and he was quite sure that his chest was actually poked out by the spear. Big hole.

A big invisible hole.

Did he die inexplicably? Ning Que thought painfully, and at the same time felt endless sleepy thoughts in his mind, feeling that his eyelids had become as heavy as lead, and kept trying to close.

He untied the **** umbrella behind him and gently rested beside him, then leaned tiredly towards the rear wall, slowly closed his eyes, and with a relaxed sigh, his legs relaxed and opened naturally.

It's like that rainy day drow sits under a gray wall.

The gentle footsteps came from the building, and the slender female professor walked over slowly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seeing Ning Que sitting under the wall, her brow tipped slowly and her eyes fell on the teenager On the **** umbrella beside him.

The female professor frowned slightly when she looked at the **** umbrella. When she looked at Ning Que again, there was a trace of interest and inquiry in her serene face: "It's you who made Suzaku angry ... or is this **** umbrella?" ? "

She calmly looked at the young man on the verge of death. Somehow, she did n’t mean to help each other. She just sighed softly and said regretfully: “It ’s really curious to say, a poor young man without any spiritual potential, why There are so many secrets hidden in my body that I can't see through? "

"I'm stuck with a promise, I can't help you ... Otherwise, I really want to see what you will look like when you come alive." The female professor's eyes were clear, her childish beauty that was completely incompatible with her age, and she looked at the ground Ning Que said, "I will ask for leave for you, and hope that Haotian will be lucky to you and let you survive. If you can't survive this time, don't blame me, just blame you for appearing a year or two earlier . "

After a moment, she brought a bowl of water, two steamed buns, resting next to him, and then went back to the case at the east window to continue tracing the twilight, as if she did n’t even know that there was a general not far behind Dead teenager.

The morning light outside the window is getting stronger, the cicada chicken and the summer heat are gradually rising.