Nightfall

Volume Two The Lake of Winter Winter Chapter 257

The mountain breeze poured into the grass, the veil swayed, and the mist emerged from the tea cup held by the Master, and then dissipated in an instant. I thought the hot tea in the cup would be cooled faster. WwW. NgWeNXuE. M

Ning Que was not Chen Pipi, whose face was not wrinkled by the wind, but was irritated and reprimanded by the Confucius.

The Master took a sip of tea, put the cup down, and shook his head. "I'm so old, how can I have the energy to think about these little things, do you think it's worthwhile?"

Ning Que seriously said: "Since she made this request, I have been thinking about this matter. Haoran Sword is indeed the loudest kendo skill in the name of our academy, but if there is no Hao Ran's aura, it is actually not enough What kind of exercises can't be passed out at all. "

The Confucius was uncomfortable and said, "Continue."

Ning Que recalled the original picture of a battle with Ye Hongyu in the courtyard where she broke the plum, thinking of the paper sword she was carrying with her fingers, hesitantly said: "The paper sword she took, although I I do n’t understand, but it ’s really interesting. I even suspect that it might be Nanjin ... "

Confucius frowned at him and said unpleasantly, "Simple."

Ning Que said honestly: "I think it's a good deal."

The Master said casually: "Since that is the case, what is hesitant to change?"

The awesome sword of the Academy was sent out like this. The Master's expression didn't matter. It felt like it was sent out of a Chinese cabbage that had already been wilted.

Ning Que was unable to adapt to the atmosphere between the scenes. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the master after the case and tentatively asked, "Teacher, don't you have anything to ask me?"

The master took the scroll and was ready to continue the previous thing, saying at random: "What's the matter to ask?"

Ning Que asked with a hopeful expression: "What if I die?"

The Master did n’t look up at all, looked at the scroll in his hand, waiting for the new ink to melt, and said, “Everyone will die. If you die, I will mourn without you reminding me.”

The best hope was turned into a bubble. Ningque, the powerful heart that was soaked in corpse water and not invaded, finally cracked into two after listening to the teacher so irresponsible, even cold words. One petal was left for Sang Sang, and one petal turned into a fantasy fire that burned the beard of the Master.

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Ning Que first went to Brother II ’s small courtyard and made his request in the sound of the waterfall. Then he went to the cliff cave with tens of thousands of books. Finally he walked across the Yunmen array to the second floor of the old book building. On the bookshelf, several swords and tricks related to Haoran sword were drawn, and they went to the east window and asked the three sisters to register.

The whole process of getting the book went smoothly, and it was a little strange.

The Master gave an extremely irresponsible orally, the second brother, the reader, and the third sister were extremely irresponsible and did not need any tokens at all, so he gave him what he wanted, so that when he was holding the thick books When sitting in the carriage when reading books, some still did not wake up.

He thought to himself according to today's experience, could he steal those precious spiritual books from the college anytime, anywhere? In this way, I can not worry about food and clothing in my life.

Back in the house by Yanming Lake, Ning Que went directly to the backyard, threw a few books in his arms on the desk, and said, "What you want."

Ye Hongyu picked up a book from the table and frowned slightly, but she did not expect that the academy was really so careless that Ning Que let out such a precious practice book. She even doubted it. The authenticity of the book, but when she opened the cover, she knew it was true.

Ning Que found that the book she had in her hand was a preliminary exploration of Haoran Sword. It was the one she had vomited blood into when she was reading books in an old bookstore. A moment later, he got rid of this emotion and watched Ye Hongyu, who was already immersed in the book, and reminded: "What about me?"

Ye Hongyu raised his hand to ease the buckle between the collars of the open robe.

Ning Que stared at the movement of her fingers, even though he himself did not know at this time whether he was expecting the paper sword that seemed to contain countless mysteries, or the beautiful scenery under the robe.

Ye Hongyu took out the thin paper sword hidden in the depths of his clothes, but instead of passing it, he 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 overnight."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "It's impossible, unless you only read these books that practice the Haoran sword."

Ye Hongyu smiled slightly, ready to say something.

Ning Que suddenly thought that the girl priest in front of her was a genius in the spiritual world. Maybe she had such a terrifying ability as Sansang's, and quickly reached out to stop her from answering, saying, "It's not so dead of time Appropriate, I agree that you will watch more nights, then I will watch more nights. "

Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly, then smiled, shook his head and said, "You respond quickly."

Ning Que said: "I am not a person willing to suffer."

Ye Hongyu said: "Three nights."

Ning Quesi said after a moment, "Deal."

Then he asked curiously: "What is the second condition?"

Ye Hongyu looked at the paper sword between his fingers and said, "You are not allowed to smell the smell above."

This piece of paper sword has been hidden in her chest, I do n’t know how much fragrant sweat and fat I feel. If the average woman is afraid of being ashamed, Ye Hongyu does n’t want it, but she does n’t want Ning Que to make those nausea Thing.

Ning Que looked at her seriously and said, "Do I look like such a perverted person?"

Ye Hongyu said with a smile: "Sister Sang Sang grew up with you from an early age, and you turned her into a person in the room before you were an adult. It's a very abnormal behavior to think of it."

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In the garden of summer night, occasionally listening to the sound of cicadas, the frogs crowed constantly.

Ning Que, by the light of the oil lamp, quietly looked at the paper sword between his fingers.

Sang Sang accompanied him against this little paper sword in a daze. At this time, he finally couldn't hold on to sleep.

Ning Que felt the touch of the paper from his fingers, and subconsciously twitched gently.

This action looked a little obscene. In fact, he didn't have any idea of ​​obscenity, nor did he think that this piece of tissue had rubbed lightly between the soft meat in front of Dao's chest.

He just wanted to use this action to ease the tension in his heart.

This paper sword is very thin, the paper is ordinary and ordinary, only the size of **** of a person, the edge of the paper sword is light and uneven ink lines, and outside the ink lines are rough paper edges.

At the beginning, this should be a small sword drawn on paper, and then torn apart. From the ink lines on the edge of the paper sword, it can be concluded that the person who draws the sword is not good at using a pen. Low, but that person ’s practice level is very high, so high that those ink lines seem to be real swordsmen!

The yellowish light shone the thin piece of paper between his fingers.

Ning Que stared at the paper sword, his expression became more and more serious and more and more nervous.

The lakeside courtyard at night was not as sultry as the day, but sweat on his face began to ooze, gradually becoming the size of a soybean, and slowly dripping from the cheek.

More and more sweat was pouring out from the back of his back, gradually dampening the thin shirt on his body, the pants under him, soaking the fabric, and then flowing down the chair legs to the ground.

His body at this time seemed to be like a mass of cotton wool that had been saturated with water. He was forced by the sturdy and powerful invisible sword on the paper sword, and began to keep pouring water.

The reason for this is that his thoughts have broken through the sharp and invisible borders that made the sea so painful, and entered the interior of the paper sword, thus feeling the truth of the sword.

In the battle in Becurie the other day, when Ye Hongyu took out the little paper sword from his arms, he once felt the horrible sword in the sky like a river from the sky.

At this time, the small paper sword was quiet and feminine in his fingers, so he could understand this sword meaning more delicately and truly. At the end of the meditation, he finally understood that this sword meaning was not a simulated river and a river. The upside down power, but the description of the big river itself.

This fact proves a conjecture in Ning Que's mind.

He felt that the light paper sword in his fingers suddenly became very heavy.

He felt the turbulent yellow muddy waves, washing his body constantly, striking his sea of ​​knowledge, and seemed to be able to break through the embankment on the edge of the sea at any time and spread to the wilderness.

In the sword's mind, he fell into the depths of the river and felt the ubiquitous pressure. In the summer night bedroom, he was like a real drowning man. His face was pale, his breathing was short, and his sweat poured out like a waterfall.

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In the early morning, Ning Que woke up from a state of meditation.

All the chairs on which he sits are full of water.

A large area of ​​blue brick floor under the circle chair has also been wet.

The paper sword he held between his fingers has also been wet with sweat, and it has become somewhat faint and transparent, but the sword painted on the paper is still as clear as it seems. There seems to be some magic in the ink lines Power can not be affected by the material in the world.

Sang Sang looked at him with a worried face.

Ning Que looked at her with a hard smile and said, "It's okay."

He was taken aback by his own voice, which was so hoarse and dry. It sounded like the feeling after ten days of water cut in the desert.

He immediately understood that this was a serious consequence of the lack of water, and said: "Boil a pot of porridge, then hit the yellow essence hidden in the study, I will make up for it."

"That yellow essence has boiled into the porridge. I saw you sweating too much, so I added heavy salt."

Sang Sang passed a bowl of porridge that had been filled with well water from the little boy next to him. He watched him carefully and said, "Is there any strength, do you want me to feed?"

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After a little replenishment of essence, Ning Que went to the other courtyard and returned the paper sword to Ye Hongyu. Watching the sword overnight, he had determined many things and knew that taking his current cultivation as the realm, he could only realize at most At this level, it doesn't make any sense to watch two more nights.

Ye Hongyu looked at his pale cheeks and said with emotion: "Soberly know where the limit of his ability is, and can resist the temptation of this paper sword, not stupid greed, I have to admit that you are rather lacking Although the qualifications are average, the mindset is the best in the world. "

On weekdays, being praised by Dao Chi, Ning Que will surely show a proud look, but he has something in his heart today, knowing the sword in the sea, and has not talked to her, so he left.

He left Yanming Lake in a horse-drawn carriage, came to the academy at the fastest speed, crossed the Yunmen array and entered the academy's back mountain, too late to say hello to the brothers and sisters at Jinghu, frowning and worrying all the way to himself, and sometimes the expression was at a loss. From time to time, he walked toward the cliff cave between the mountainsides.

The Seven Sisters in the Jinghu Pavilion put down the embroidery needle in their hands, looked at the back of Ning Que, who disappeared in the forest, frowned, and muttered, "Little Brother ... It looks weird today, seems to be insane."

Six brothers who were repairing the waterwheel by the stream and feeding fish to Muyu, the big white goose, straightened up, looked in that direction, and shook his head and said, "How is Brother Xiao today like Brother Eleven?"

Ning Que didn't even know what the brothers and sisters said. He was like a silly guy. He walked down the cliff and walked to the table next to the reader.

The reader was reading, and he didn't look up at him at all.

Ning Que stood next to the reader, no longer talking to himself, but was silent for a long time. When the lines gradually folded into shape in his sea of ​​knowledge, his eyes were bright, and he walked directly to the table and put The reader squeezed away from the stool, took the paper to carry the pen and dipped it in ink, and began to immerse himself in the book.

The reader is the most bizarre existence in the back mountain of the academy, and his temper is usually very good, but if someone interrupts him to read, his temper will become very bad. Even the master or the second brother will not dare to read when he is enchanted. Coming to disturb, but today he was so violently squeezed away by Ning Que, who was holding a roll of agricultural and industrial books with relish, suddenly angry, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight Ning Que.

However, when he saw what Ning Que wrote on the paper, his fist that had been raised into the air fell slowly. He stood curiously behind Ning Que and looked more and more fascinated.

It didn't take long for Ning Que to finish what she had to do, put the brush on the inkstone, lift the paper into the air and look at the sunlight carefully, confirming that although it is impossible for him to completely simulate the majestic river Jian Yi, but this is already the best level that he can do.

Suddenly he found that the reader was looking at the paper in his hands in a daze behind him, and quickly explained: "I know that the sword painting is really ugly, but it's not my business."

"This sword ... where is it ugly?"

The reader carried his hands on his back and looked at the crooked little sword on the paper, saying with awe, "I haven't seen such a beautiful sword for many years."

Ning Que was shocked and thought that this guy who only knew about reading could actually understand the sword. He asked subconsciously, "Sir, have you seen anything like this before?"

The reader didn't look back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ pointed to the book-cliff cave behind him and said: "There are a lot of classics of swordsmanship and tactics hidden in it, and some authors like to draw illustrations for annotation, so I have seen some swords."

Ning Quexin thought that this was the case, and asked curiously: "What do you think of this sword?"

"If it is the sword you copied, it is nothing in the countless swords in the Yadong book collection, but your sword reveals the spirit of the person who painted the sword, which is wonderful."

The reader said: "I don't understand painting, nor sword, but I can understand the spirit of this sword."

"In my opinion, this sword can be ranked in the top five in the Academy's thousand years of possession."

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