Nightfall

Tobacco and alcohol are not separated, men and women are not separated, and swords and arrows are naturally not separated. Ning Que smiled with a heavy Fu Jian eyebrow. Brother Six came up from the iron room with a long cloth bag, untied the bag, and exposed the three Park knives.

These are the three knives that Ning lacked and sent to Houshan a few days ago. After re-hammering and hardening by Brother Six, the blades are more slender than the original ones, and the long black handles are more sturdy. In the morning light, occasionally a few concise and clear rune lines can appear, which looks a little delicate, but it shows endless murderousness.

Brother II said: "The Xiling Temple issued an order. This time there should be many young masters from various countries visiting the wasteland. I think the ruling should also go to the people. Maybe you will meet Longqing again in Yanbei."

Hearing the word "Long Qing", Ning lacked a scalp and could not help but tightened it, and a strong thought of disappearing subconsciously emerged. In mountain climbing, he defeated Prince Longqing once, but the real difference between the two people in practicing the realm was too big. If Prince Longqing hated the previous two humiliations, he was afraid that he would suffer a lot on his right hand.

"I won't give you away tomorrow, I just remind you."

Brother II continued: "This time you are going to the Wasteland, you are bringing academy students, representing the brothers and sisters on the second floor, carrying the banner of the Master, so no matter what happens to you, you can not be ashamed of the college, Xiling Tianyuyuan, Nanjin Sword Pavilion, Yuelun Baita Temple, the children of my academy and the guys in these places had a lot of contact at that time. No matter whether they play chess or perform music, they have never lost, and you cannot lose. "

"Why not lose?"

"Not bad."

"What if the opponent cannot win?"

"You can't lose face if you don't win."

Ning Que felt his head in confusion and asked: "Second Brother, how can you not be embarrassed if you can't win the other party?"

Brother II slightly raised his eyebrows and disapproved: "If you don't win, you need to find a way to win. If you don't win, you can't admit defeat. You want to do everything possible to escape. Can't win? "

Because of the proposal of His Majesty the Emperor, the area where the college students practiced this year was arranged in the tense Yanbei wasteland, and the time will be tomorrow. When Ning Que walked out from the thick fog behind the backyard of the college, the sound of the teacher ’s house around Shiping was echoing the instructions of the gentlemen and gentlemen. There was a manager outside the storehouse who was constantly transporting things needed for the journey. Then count the number of wearing weapons.

Walking out of the stone gate of the academy, I saw dozens of horses scattered among the green meadows under the morning light. These horses from the Chengxi Racecourse grazed calmly and occasionally crashed into the flower bushes deep in the meadow and hit the petals of the sun.

Ning Que looked at the war horses who were about to embark on a journey, smiled, and said to the old coachman who had been waiting all night outside the courtyard, he was sorry to go back to the city.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a problem, frowning and jumping off the carriage, walking back to the college storehouse and borrowing a solid leather bag, picking dozens of heavy stones by the roadside and stuffing it. With his hands, he felt that the weight of the stones in the bag was about the same. He walked to the edge of the meadow and whistled into the depths of the meadow with his hand on the bar.

The not-so-loud whistle made the horses scattered among the meadows to wake up and raise their heads. One of the strongest big yellow horses shook the horses away from the companions, and ran away with joy and hoofs. come.

He touched the big yellow horse and tied the leather bag to the toggle beside the saddle across the railing.

The leather bag was stuffed with stones and looked inconspicuous. In fact, it was very heavy. The front legs of the big yellow horse slightly curved, and then stood upright, but the balance of the strong fitness body appeared to be a little problem.

Ning Que dismantled his leather bag and watched the big yellow horse shake his head, thinking that the iron bow with thirteen arrows and three knives was already too heavy, plus his own weight, even if these ordinary horses could bear it, it would be impossible Bearing for too long, especially into the wilderness ... Once you pursue it, you can't sustain it for too long.

He had been a soldier for a long time in the Weicheng Frontier. He knew better than any student in the college. He is now in the world of spiritual practice. He knows that as long as he is not a major practitioner of such a destiny, he still needs to rely on Only horses can maintain sufficient degrees.

After a moment of thought, a picture from last year suddenly appeared in his mind. He dumped the stone in his leather bag, jumped into the meadow, found the steward of the military stables, and took out the waist card at the Tianshu. Say something.

After returning to Chang'an City, he did not return to Lane 47 for the first time, but went to the South Gate Taoist Temple below the imperial city root. The disciple is about to travel far away, and he always has to report to the master, and maybe the master will give himself some other gifts.

Master Yan Se knew the news that he was going to the wasteland earlier than Ning lacked himself. After thinking about it for a few days, he felt that His Majesty's arrangement was always good for his apprentice, and he gradually calmed down his anger.

He did n’t tell Ning that he would n’t fall into the prestige of the teacher, as the second brother did, but said solemnly: "The barbarian on the grassland is not terrible. The deserted man and the partner beside him will be the most dangerous. It ’s said that there ’s a master, a majesty, and me. There are few people in the world who dare to do bad things, but you have to remember that it ’s not Datang after all. ”

"Master, rest assured." Ning Que said with a smile.

The distant wilderness often represents mystery and danger to the Central Plains people, but to Ning Que who left Horseman Mountain and cut horse thieves on the wasteland as a part-time job, it was the place he was most familiar with. No matter how powerful enemies he encounters there, he believes he can at least save his life.

Without this confidence, he would not have agreed to the request of the court.

Master Yan Se thought of the **** rider sent by the temple this time and the hidden ruling arbiter of the ruling party. The brow slowly rose, watching him seriously said: In the past, all the enemies you encountered on the wasteland Ordinary people, even the most brutal horse thief, may not make you feel scared, but you must remember that the enemy you face this time may be a practitioner, and it is more likely to be a devil hidden in the barren. Zong Yuying, in short, be careful. "

Ning Que narrowed his smile and said seriously, "The students understand."

Next, Master Yan Se completed the last lecture before the arrival of autumn, and gave a detailed account of the pinnacle of Taoism-the wonderful meaning of the text, and then gave a kit to his hands, explaining that there are some wonderful things in the kit, If it's really dangerous, you might as well open it.

The black carriage slowly drove on the straight long street. With the slab cracks under the wheels shaking from time to time, Ning Que couldn't help laughing while looking at the kit in his hand. Sure enough, he still got some farewell.] Machine gifts.

He couldn't guess what was in the kit. Thinking about the famous bridges in the novel story, it didn't mean to open it. If it was opened, it would be useless. Do you have a face and go back to the south gate to look at Yan Yan? Master Se discuss another one? Okay, with his temperament he can really do such a thing, but why bother.

When I returned to Lao Bi Zhai, it was already dark, and the sun was calling from the end of Lin 47 Lane, which happened to be half a street red. He greeted boss Wu from the antique shop next door and glanced at the empty behind him. The gray wall, went in.

The rice was steamed in the pot, the white mist filled, slowly lingering along the tree in the patio, and drifted toward the red sky. It could not float far away, and then dissipated into the air, and no trace could be left.

Sang Sang looked up at the mist dissipated in the air with a small face, and Liu Ye's eyes narrowed.

Ning Que looked at the little figure beside the tree and said, "I'm back."

Sang Sang looked back at him and said, "Master, you are back."

There is no novel dialogue, monotonous and boring. For many years, rather than returning to the hunting house, when you return to the small courtyard, you will have such a dialogue with the little girl in the inner courtyard. One year is no exception, except that there is the word master in the middle.

The dinner before leaving was nothing new. Although the bowl of amber chicken soup expressed some solemnity, there was really nothing to say.

Since there was nothing to say, after washing his feet and turning off the lights, Ning Que lay in bed and began to sleep.

He didn't explain anything to the little girl over the bed. Although this will be the first time he has been separated from Sang Sang for such a long time, he believes that the little girl can take care of herself, because these years the little girl is taking care of the lives of two people, and now she has less trouble picking herself, she should Live faster and be more relaxed.

In Chang'an City at the end of summer, the temperature at night is no longer so annoying. The cicadas on the trees are gradually fading away. The stars are shining on the quiet leaves, then they are reflected from the window, and they are covered with walls and beds Favorite silver.

There was a sound of broken sound, Sang Sang climbed over the bed in a thin single coat, her thin knees pressed the silver bedding out of a different shade, and then she lay in Ning Que's arms.

Ning Jie opened his eyes and said, "I have said many times that you are now a big girl."

Sang Sang yelled, adjusted the angle, put his head on his chest, and refused to move again.

The night before parting is the same as many nights in the past, no difference.

The early morning before parting is the same as the early morning of the past year, and there is no difference. I ate a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup bought by Sang Sang, brushed my teeth with the tooth tools passed by Sang Sang, and washed my face with a towel that Sang Sang twisted. Luggage, pushed open the door and went out.

In the morning light, he waved at the little girl at the door, and the carriage moved slowly.

The black carriage stopped at the edge of the large meadow in front of the college, and then turned back. Today, the old coachman does not need to wait for Ning Que to return to the city, because Ning Que does not return to the city.

There are already many people around the meadow, and the college students with a happy expression of tension are saying goodbye to their parents. The parents seem to have nothing to say. The luggage prepared for the children seems to be missing, and the young students The mind has long drifted to the far north, as if to see the great future of meritorious service.

Of course, not all college students are so excited to look forward to the next journey, such as Pu Youxian, who was surrounded by a wealthy businessman from Dongcheng with a few houses and concubines in the distance, his face full of grumbles and fears.

Ning Que looked over there and smiled, then turned to look at the side of the man wearing a red arrow costume, who appeared to be a heroic Situ Yilan, curiously said: "I didn't expect no one to send you."

Situ Yilan said with a smile: "The name is Shi Xiu Shi for the expedition. My father only encouraged me to fight to kill my enemies, but it didn't mean that someone would send me. Besides, you are not the same.

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I have no father and no mother, and I don't even have a relative. Who will send me."

Situ Yilan looked at the two people who came out of the college and said, "It seems that someone will come to see you."

Out of the academy are the three sisters Yu Lian and Chen Pipi. The students of the academy on the meadow and the elders, knowing the identity of these two people through the training office, hurriedly and politely make way.

The breeze that started to fall in autumn softly brushed the silk on the woman's forehead, so that the arrogant figure always couldn't see the true chalky age, and the female professor who had a special flavor seemed a little younger.

Since entering the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had few opportunities to talk privately with Sister Three. At this time, seeing her to send her away, she felt a little surprised and said: Thank you Sister. ...

Yu Lian handed him a small thing and said with a smile: "Sister Sister has nothing to send, just give you a word, no matter what happens, just need to come out of your heart, then it can be easily passed."

"Thank you Sister for your guidance."

Ning Que turned to Chen Pipi, looking at this friend who brought infinite help to his spiritual practice, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "What are you going to send me?"

A morning breeze came to the meadow, blowing Chen Pipi's face, he said seriously: "I've been to ... Dong"

Ning Que shook his head and sighed, "You are getting shameless."

Chen Pipi said with emotion: "Learn from you."

Ning Que replied with a smile: "Join the purple together ..."

Chen Pipi also laughed, and then asked seriously: "Is there anything to explain?"

Ning Que wanted to say that what had been explained was already finished, but after thinking about it, he said, "You know."

"What do I know?"

"My family has a little maid."

From a young army soldier from the border town, who won the tribute to the third son, was forgotten and silent by the academy. He then forgot the academy and climbed the mountain to win the crown prince Longqing, and eventually became the only person in this class to enter the second floor, and then will lead All the classmates went to Yanbei Wasteland to participate in practical training, and now Ning Que has undoubtedly become a legend in the eyes of ordinary students of the college.

He talked with Situ Ylang already attracted a lot of eyes, and then more eyes also fell on him with the arrival of Professor Yu Lian and Chen Pipi. These eyes are extremely complicated, either awe or envy or jealous and dare not hate .

When Ning Que picked up a lot of heavy luggage under his foot and walked towards the meadow, he kept watching him silently for dozens of times, and there was a lot of shock and doubt in his eyes. With so much luggage, it looks so heavy, what kind of horse can bear? Why did he walk towards the meadow?

Three Park knives, dismantled iron bows and thirteen rune arrows in the arrow barrel, customary boxwood hardwood bows and ordinary feather arrows, things that must be used on the journey include even folded small tents, and tight cloths Wrapped **** umbrella.

The luggage was carefully arranged by Sang Sang last night, and the volume has shrunk to the point that it cannot be reduced, but because there are so many things, they still look very spectacular together, just like a hill.

Ning Que walked to the meadow fence with heavy luggage and looked up to find his goal.

On the other side of the fence, the soldiers on the meadow who were picked by the students of the college were hanging their heads to eat grass or rest silently, and there was no sign of frustration, but in the wide grass farther away ... 'S shadow was running back and forth, like a black thunder, with hoofs making a big noise.

When the dark shadow slows down, it can be seen that it is an extremely strong black horse. The **** horse keeps chasing and slamming the companion beside him, and the other horses scramble around in fear, but it does not continue. After biting, from time to time, there are a few triumphant sounds of triumph, seemingly extraordinarily overbearing.

Ning Que looked at the **** horse and smiled, put his finger in his lips and whistle.

The whistle curled across the meadow.

The **** horse who was bullying his companions arrogantly, suddenly stiff after listening to the whistle, and his four feet were like nails into the soft grass surface, and he could not move any longer, looking like a black-painted Trojan horse, only two **** eyes were spinning, and the expression of fear inside could obviously be seen.

It twisted the stiff horse neck hard, looked back at the figure by the fence in the distance, and finally connected the most unpleasant scene in his mind to this person.

Another whistle sounded, as if urging.

The **** horse lifted the horse's hoof hard, and slowly walked to the fence with his head down painfully. Every step was such a reluctance, such a reliance, as if to marry a female star of a notorious and ill-known giant.

Slowly walking to the fence, the **** horse looked at Ning Que behind the fence, shaking the horse slightly, and at the same time funnyly rolled up the thick lip skin, as if expressing absolute surrender and pleasing.

It has been more than a year since the admission test of the Academy. The temper of this **** horse has not improved at all, and it is still violent and fierce. However, in the face of Ning Que, it still dare not have the slightest temper.

But when he saw the baggage like a hill under Ning Sha's feet, he could no longer ignore the fear in his instinct, and made a horrified hissing sound, and turned around to prepare to escape.

Ning Que stared at it and said, "Old rules."

The **** horse stopped ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que continued: "If you don't obey, I will kill you."

The **** horse turned its head down.

Ning Que hung hill-like luggage on its saddle.

At the end of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse in the late summer and early autumn, the college began this practical training.

The leader was the second-floor disciple of the weakest academy in history who had not seen even the teacher and the master.

In the backyard of Lao Bi Zhai, Sang Sang stared at the clucking old hen, thinking he should have killed you yesterday, so that he could eat more, otherwise what if he was hungry?

On the suburban road of Chang'an, Ning Que looked at the picturesque village view of the village by the road.

The empire in the morning was shrouded in faint light.

The sound of horseshoes made Tsing Yi vibrate.