Nightfall Chapter 43: Those things that can’t be put down
Volume II, Winter Lake, Chapter 43, Things That Can’t Be Put Down
"I am ranked thirteen, girl you can call me thirteen."
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"Do you know symbols too?"
"Understand a little."
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"Brother Thirteen, do you know calligraphy too?"
"Understand a little."
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"Brother Thirteen, what do you think of this chicken soup post?
"This post is completely exposed without knowing how to converge, the shape is scattered and the spirit is dead without bones, it looks like a new idea, but in fact it is just some chicken thieves, the ink method is evil, and it loses the style of Zhongzheng and elegant. Mention it."
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Those conversations during the journey are like the cold wind on the wasteland digging into the tent, constantly burrowing into Mo Shanshan's mind, some of the sluggish eyes appear more and more confused, and even a little lost.
In the thirteenth academy, who is not him, besides himself, who else would be so derogatory and contemptuous of Jitang Tie and Hua Kai Tie? And that night, he already admitted that he knew a little about Talisman, why didn't he think he was him? Shanshan, you should have guessed it long ago?
Mo Shanshan looked at the handwriting paper on the case table that looked like a childish mess, stretched out his hand and rubbed it together, embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see it, but didn't know whether the shame came from the chaos or chaos No matter what kind of chaos, besides being ashamed, she did have a lot of anger at this time.
Walking with him on a long journey, and in the end even walking in a carriage, but she didn’t know he was him, she even said in front of him that she liked him, although he didn’t know that he was him when she said At the time, she didn't know that the person she silently liked was the one in front of him, but now she finally knew that he was him.
Everyone knows the book idiot Shu Jing Xianzhen, how can she not be ashamed of doing such a thing? How can she not be ashamed to let that guy know the truth? Senior Sister Juzhihua asked her to explain, how can she not be ashamed?
The slightly trembling fingertips pulled out the wonderfully preserved copy from the side of the case. She looked at the words on the paper, her long and sparse eyelashes blinked gently, as if she wanted to cover her fair skin. Blush.
The news that shocked Chang'an came from Tang in the spring. She knew that a young calligrapher loved by Emperor Tang had appeared in a distant foreign country. Out of habit, she naturally ordered the deacon to collect some copies. Although there is no legendary Huakai Tie, but I saw this chicken soup Tie rubbing.
The young calligrapher in the legend was accepted as the successor of the rune because of the chicken soup post by Master Yan Se. As a bookworm girl who studied under the rune master Wang Shusheng, she certainly knew that the rune master was right The descendant's requirements are so harsh, so I have carefully observed this chicken soup post for a long time.
She did not see that the writer has the potential to be a runemaster like Master Yan Se, nor did the girls in the red dress trick cry sentimentally because Master Yan Se scattered the meaning of the words in the post, but she herself was already distant. The Rune Master is not far away, so she can appreciate the many meanings hidden in this chicken soup post.
Besides, she also read a lot of copies, and proudly she also had to admit that the young calligrapher in Chang'an City did indeed write a good handwriting. Except for Master Shusheng, she could not find a second one in the world. A person who can be compared with it.
When the details of the climbing competition on the second floor of the college were passed to Dahe Country, she was surprised to find that this man actually defeated Prince Longqing and became a student of the Master.
She and the **** used to be good friends and often wrote letters, so she knew very well how Prince Long Qing was a perfect person, but Long Qing actually lost to him, and even the Master accepted him as a student, then this person ...Presumably, regardless of morality, the population is very good, right?
Looking at the chicken soup post at this time, she saw some different flavors again, a simple and scribble note, although the writing of the words was loose, but the nature and kindness were faintly revealed, so naturally and openly, just It was as if Haotian Divine Hui sent out a thunder in the cloud: the world should look like this.
She is very curious about the circumstances under which that person can write such words. For some reason, she used to firmly believe that it is stupid to view people by words, but in this In the spring of 2015, she could hardly contain herself because of these words, and gradually had some different feelings towards the young man in the distant city of Chang'an.
This feeling is not complicated, but very subtle, very clean, and transparent like crystal.
She only read the character of that person, and never saw that person. However, the person in the calligraphy can reflect each other. She looked at the character of that person as if she saw that person. When she reads the character, that person It seems to be here.
From spring to summer, she has been beside Mochi at the bottom of Mogan Mountain, quietly reading the man's calligraphy. The legendary Mochi is black, but it is actually clear and transparent, reflecting the sky full of stars, and also reflecting the calm and smiling face of the girl.
The person was right behind her, looking at the note in her hand, watching her face reflected on the water, he didn't speak, and didn't need to speak, he just watched quietly beside the ink pond.
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Mo Shanshan looked at the rubbings of chicken soup post, his eyelashes blinked slightly, the blush on his face gradually faded, the shame in his eyes had already turned into panic and restlessness, and he looked at this ink painting that had been seen for a long time. Word, she said softly: "So you are you, who is Sangsang in that post?"
"Master Sangsang, I was drunk today..."
Is Sangsang your little maid? Has she been with you for many years? That's why you trust so naturally, so attached. Is this attachment because of habit or what? Why didn't you hear it on the journey? Yes, you were still pretending to be someone else at that time, so naturally you wouldn't mention this, it's just Sangsang... who is it?
Master Yan Se can understand Ning Que’s forgetfulness from the chicken soup stickers, and the girls in the red sleeves can feel the warm fragrance of the bowl of chicken soup at home from the brush strokes, but she feels the sangsang from this rubbing. The importance of this name to the book writer.
At this moment, Jue Zhihua walked in with the curtain raised, and she couldn't help but smile when she watched her holding her jaw in a daze next to the bookcase. This year, she often looked at the mountain lord in a daze by Mochi, so others didn't know her. She is clear about someone's affection that the worldly people cannot understand.
"Let's watch after eating, and then think about what to do." She joked.
Because of being close to Jue Zhihua, she found out her own mind, so Mo Shanshan was slightly ashamed and annoyed when facing her,
Because of the name at the beginning of the chicken soup post, Mo Shanshan's emotions were a little uneasy, and he suddenly became more embarrassed when he heard Zhuo Zhihua's words. She has never been ashamed in her life, because she has never pleased anyone, but now her heart has been exposed by her kind sister. How can she not be ashamed?
She held her slightly round powder cheeks in her hand, blinked her eyelashes slightly, her red and thin lips pressed into a straight line, and she looked at the pile of suitcases carefully arranged in the corner of the tent, and suddenly said a little annoyed: Send him these bags."
Zhu Zhihua said with a smile: "I don't have time."
Mo Shanshan turned around, looked at the Tmall woman who walked in behind her, and said in a deep voice, "Mao'er, you know that guy. Give him your luggage in Tangying later."
The female Tmall scratched her head in confusion, and asked: "Why? Brother said he will be back later."
Mo Shanshan frowned and said: "Where there are so many whys, he is originally from the Tang Dynasty, so he can't still live with us. If you send your luggage over, it will be counted as two clears."
The thin chicken soup post rubbings are still on the case, the faint figure is still on the water of the ink pond, the tacit understanding of fighting side by side for thousands of miles is still in the memory, where is the matter of returning the luggage to clear?
The mind is not about luggage. Because it has no weight, it is difficult to lift and even more difficult to put down.
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At this time, Ning Que didn’t know that the white-clothed girl in the Mochiyuan camp was ashamed and annoyed and was ready to liquidate his embarrassed emotions and memories that were not worthy of outsiders. If he knew the truth of the matter , I must be excited and nervous to say nothing, because although he is running wild on the road away from the small people, there is really no big people's consciousness in his bones. Bookworm likes himself secretly? Your mother, how is this different from Sister Butterfly who likes herself? Or sister Butterfly who dances hot in tight pants!
Because he didn’t know this, he was taking a break while drinking tea in a tent in Tangying at this time. It seemed to be extremely relaxed. After all, it was his own place. Both mentally and physically, he was truly protected by a sense of security. rest. It's a pity that he still can't relax completely, because he still has a very important thing to do.
At twilight, a military order appeared in the Tang Camp. General Shu Cheng summoned the various ministries to announce the results of the discussion in the temple today. At the same time, they discussed specific matters for the offensive against the deserted tribe next spring.
The order of the Central Military Account is a bit peculiar. The main force responsible for attacking the deserted tribe should be completed by the elite cavalry of the Imperial Court of the Left Account. Even if the Northeast Frontier Army of the Datang Empire will participate in the battle, these captains are not in their turn. The officers discussed war with General Shu Cheng because their qualifications were seriously insufficient.
However, the Great Tang Emperor’s order is as heavy as a mountain. Although the cavalry stationed in the royal court belongs to the Northeast Frontier Army, since the Chinese army’s account has orders, no one dares to disobey, accompanied by the sound of dense footsteps. Lieutenant officers at all levels rushed to the Central Military Account, and the cavalry on patrol was also transferred, leaving only the defensive force outside the barracks.
Ning Que lifted the tent and walked east in the deserted camp. He came to a place about forty steps away from a camp. He stopped and reached out to his back to draw out the big cloth tightly wrapped. Black umbrella.
That camp belonged to a certain general of the Northeast Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty, and there was a very weak smell of herbs and blood coming from that camp. If it weren’t for his keen sense of five after practicing, I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to smell it at all. taste.
"After all these days, the bleeding hasn't stopped completely. I really don't know how you survived."
Ning Que thought silently in his heart, shaking his wrist, and the **** umbrella opened with a shriek.
He walked over to the camp with a **** umbrella.
At this time, the dusk was bloody, but the cloud above the camp started to fall snow.
The snow is extremely small and sparse, and a few snowflakes fall on the greasy and dirty black umbrella, which is a bit pretty.
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The tiny snowflakes fell on the black umbrella without any sound, and the sturdy leather boots made no sound when they stepped on the yellow barnyard grass. Ning Que held the black umbrella and walked into the camp of the general.
A knife slashed his head and face!
The blade is round and bright, like a wind and snow, it is a machete.
The people in the tent knew that Ning Que was here, so Ning Que could not sneak attack.
Ning Que knew that there was someone in the tent, so this scimitar was not a sneak attack to him.
The front flap suddenly swayed, and Ning Que's right foot popped out like lightning, and slammed on the base of the assailant's thigh, with a muffled sound, the assailant's body bends like a shrimp, and the scimitar in his hand cuts the air. , Fell heavily on the ground.
With a choking sound, the slender simple knife came out of its sheath and turned into a bright color. It was gently wiped on the person's throat, and blood spurted out like this, all the way to the top of the tent.
There was a strong wind on the right, and Ning Que did not turn his head back. With **** of his left hand holding the **** umbrella, a piece of talisman paper suddenly turned invisible, and an inexplicable dryness appeared in the camp.
The attacking horse thief clasped his scimitar in both hands, and leaped forward with a forward speed, as if he was about to split the **** umbrella, and then avoided Ning Que in half from top to bottom. However, when he rushed behind the umbrella, he found that it was not the **** umbrella that he threw on, but a sea of blazing white fire.
The flame in the air of the camp suddenly extinguished, but the flame on the horse thief's head was still burning. The scimitar cut in his hand did not cut the umbrella nor the person, only the air.
Ning Que had already staggered and turned and waited to the side, watching the horse thief’s melting face in the flames, watching his last horrified eyes, watching his wide lips want to let out an exclamation, sinking and waving Knife.
The blade flashed, and the burning head flew into the tent.
The blood spurted from the blood cavity of the horse thief's neck, sprayed to the top of the tent again, and gathered with the blood of his companion.
Ning Que held the umbrella in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, continuing to walk into the tent in silence.
The headless body fell down with a snap behind him.
There was no emotion on his face under the umbrella.
No matter before, now or in the future, he has no mercy for these horse thieves or those who pretend to be horse thieves.
The burning head of the horse thief rolled around on the ground, until it reached the tent. It was about to stop somewhere beside the sleeping mat, and the burning flame gradually went out.
On the sleeping mat lay a pale middle-aged man, extremely thin and weak, one shoulder was tightly bound by cloth, still some blood oozing out, and a faint smell of rotten flesh.
The middle-aged man stared at Ning Que, who was gradually approaching, suddenly his eyes lighted up, and his body trembled violently, looking extremely painful, but extremely determined.
The vitality of the heaven and the earth in the camp suddenly became chaotic. A cold wind broke out for no apparent reason. The snowflakes on the **** umbrella were instantly blown away without a trace, but the determination that condensed decades of meditation and the final moment of life and death Like this cold wind, all of his vigorous thoughts were blocked by the greasy surface of the **** umbrella.
No trace can penetrate Ning Que's sea of consciousness.
"Since you were ordered to kill me, you must know who I am."
Ning Que walked to the pale middle-aged man, looked at him condescendingly, and said calmly: "I admit that your thought power is indeed strong, but even if you are intact, if I am prepared, you How dare you still hope to defeat a disciple on the second floor of a college? Not to mention that you have suffered such a serious injury now."
"In addition, do you think that the wound at the broken arm is recovering slowly? Even if you keep cutting off the rotten flesh, you still can't stop the wound from festering? Actually, it is because there is something on my knife."
Ning Que raised his right arm and stretched Pu Dao in front of the middle-aged man's face. Pu Dao shone coldly. Apart from the complicated runes, there was nothing special about it.
"The person who instigated you to kill me and yourself knows that I am a student on the second floor of the academy, and knows that I am the descendant of Master Yan Se, so I was under the meadow that day, and all my killing moves were blocked by you. Came down. But unfortunately you don’t know two things about me."
Ning Que said: "I hunted for a living since I was a child, and when I was very young, I hunted big beasts, so I occasionally use poison, and my knife is smeared with the juice of the snake wattle in the Minshan Mountain. The toxicity is not strong, but it is more troublesome."
There was a middle-aged man lying on the table, his face extremely pale, because he forced out the last thought power accumulated in the sea of knowledge, he no longer had the power to fight back at this time, listening to Ning Que's calm narration, his eyes were even more subconscious There was a look of fear in him. As a strong practitioner, he really couldn't understand that Ning Que, as a direct disciple of the Master, would actually hide so many vicious and vicious followers in addition to his cultivation methods.
"I believe you won't have any fighting power at this time, but you are after all a great master of the Dongxuan high-grade realm, and a great figure in the northeast frontier army of my Datang, so I must remain vigilant, so sorry. "
Following the word sorry, Ning Que waved the Pu knife in his hand again, and the light of the knife suddenly flickered. The middle-aged man did not die, but a terrifying mouth of blood appeared on his shoulder again, the last remaining thing An arm also left the body!
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at his shoulders with difficulty, confirming that his arms were all broken, he couldn't help feeling grief, and then he felt an unbearable pain rushing into his brain from his shoulders, and he couldn't help letting out a miserable howl.
Ning Que took the knife back into its sheath, found a few pieces of old cloth in the camp, and stuffed one into his mouth, and the rest was wrapped around the wound on his shoulder. He has a good skill in bandaging the wound, plus dumping After half a bottle of wound medicine, the bleeding stopped very quickly.
He lowered his head and seriously healed the middle-aged man. At the same time, he said: "You didn’t know two things about me. Apart from the one I said, there is one other thing that belongs to me. Character is flawed."
"Although I started to practice, I am still not a person outside the world, so I can't mention and can't let go of many things, such as the thing you want to kill me, I definitely want revenge, and you Why kill me."
Ning Que finished the bandaging, sat next to the middle-aged man, took out the old cloth from his mouth, and said, "You must not be able to lift anything in the future, so you have to learn to put it down, for example Those stupid loyalty things."
If you want to torture to extract a confession, there is a reason to chop off the opponent's arm wherever there is a knife, but he did so, directly driving the opponent into a desperate situation, but then began to ask questions... it seems cold-blooded Unreasonable behavior is actually very reasonable. How can such a cold and clueless mental impact break the heart of a strong practitioner?
The middle-aged man closed his eyes in pain, his dry lips pressed tightly, and seemed very afraid that once his lips opened, he would involuntarily say what the other party wanted to know.
Ning Que looked at him calmly and said, "It's no use pretending to be desperate. As long as you are alive, there is hope. You are still alive at this time, so you have to explain some things."
"For example, who are you?"
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(I am suitable for writing romance! I like to write romance! Whoever pays a high price let me write! I am very satisfied with the writing before and after this chapter, there are still two thousand words, I will continue to write seriously, and I need a recommendation ticket! Also at the end of the month It’s been a long time since I don’t want ***, I also want it! The exclamation point is over!)