"It's not appropriate to use the word old friend." Zhong Dajun stared at the back of the figure in the rain-proof corridor and said angrily, "Who knows how Her Highness met him and was deceived by him."
In front of the study room, the burly Chu Zhongtian scratched his head and said, "I mentioned to my elders that Her Highness knew Ning Que after I returned home. My Fifth Uncle later wrote back that he had asked Hua Shanyue, the Senior Military Officer of Gushan Commandery. He said that Ning Que was a soldier of the City of Wei. His Highness had accompanied His Highness on the way back to the capital. His Highness remembered this, so he occasionally took care of him in Chang 'an. "
Chu Zhongtian was the best among the thirty-seven grandsons of Great General Chu Xiongtu of the Tang Empire's Sixteen Guards. He was doted on in the residence, and the elders would not avoid him when discussing the court affairs. Therefore, his words were always credible.
"It seems that it was just a coincidence that day in front of the old library. As for helping Her Highness on her way back to the capital …"
Zhong Dajun sneered lightly and said, "What can he do as a little soldier? By the way, helping to set up tents, leading horses and collecting dung can also be counted as helping. Her Highness is virtuous and kind, so it's not strange that she occasionally takes care of him. But I really didn't expect that this villain dared to use Her Highness's prestige to raise his status. He is really despicable. "
Hearing this, Situ Yilan, who had been sitting silently beside the table, suddenly stood up and looked at Zhong Dajun. She said, "When did Ning Que use Her Highness's prestige to raise his status? I know better than you what Ning Que did on her way back from the City of Wei. If it was just to collect dung, do you think Her Highness would come to see him in person that day? "
She raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "You said Ning Que is a villain and despicable. Then I don't know what you mean by talking about others behind their backs. If you really think he is so unbearable, you can point it out to him. But as he said before he left, you dare not because you are still afraid of him. "
Zhong Da Jun's face darkened. He did not expect that this noble lady of Chang 'an would still speak for Ning Que when he had offended most of his classmates. He suppressed his anger and explained, "I'm not afraid of him. But we are all refined people. Do we have to roll up our sleeves and fight with that young barbarian?"
Situ Yilan did not want to talk with this so-called gifted scholar. She looked back at her companion who was whispering to Xie Chengyun, frowned slightly, and asked angrily, "Wucai, are you coming back?"
Jin Wucai secretly glanced at Xie Chengyun's face, and then looked at Situ Yilan with a smile, saying, "You go back first, I'll … go to the old library to read for a while."
Situ Yilan knew that the so-called reading in the old library was just an excuse, so she didn't bother to pay attention to it. She packed up her things and walked to Xie Chengyun. Looking at the famous talent of the South Jin Kingdom, she said, "Wucai is the favorite granddaughter of the Libationer of the Tang Empire. Although you are famous in the South Jin Kingdom, please go to the Second Floor first."
Xie Chengyun instantly understood what she meant. He smiled slightly and said confidently, "I'll try my best."
Zhong Da Jun was dissatisfied with Situ Yilan's previous words for Ning Que. He said sarcastically, "If Mr. Xie can't enter the Second Floor, I think no student of the Academy can enter this year. Or do you think … Ning Que can enter?"
Situ Yilan frowned and glanced at him, and then turned away angrily. In front of all the classmates in the dormitory, she couldn't promise that Ning Que could enter the Second floor. Not to mention that she did not believe it, she believed that Ning Que dared not have such an extravagant hope.
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In the kitchen, Ning Que ate three pieces of fried steamed buns with a bowl of golden millet porridge. He passed through the wetland at the fastest speed, walked into the quiet old library, and entered the Second Floor. This Second Floor was different from the previous Second Floor. But for him, this floor full of books and the faint fragrance of old ink was also of great significance.
It was unknown whether it was the faint scent of books that calmed one's mind easily, or the tightly closed west window blocked the blazing sunlight, making the building cool and pleasant. Walking into the second floor, Ning Que's previous grievances and grievances in the study room, like the summer sweat on his body, were instantly swept away.
Walking to the east window, Ning Que looked at the slender, gentle and tranquil female professor, and bowed respectfully as usual. After straightening up, he looked at the beautiful side face of the female professor, whose age could not be guessed. Thinking of the day before yesterday, when he was seriously injured and about to die, he had a strong confusion in his heart. He wanted to open his mouth to ask her a few questions, but in the end, he did not dare to act rashly.
The female professor seemed to have forgotten what she saw the day before yesterday, and that the lad beside her had been leaning against the wall in the building, waiting for death. She gently nodded her chin as usual, without looking at Ning Que or saying anything. She quietly read the Hairpin-style Small Regular Script on the paper. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to notice the slight movement of her chin.
Ning Que laughed at himself, scratched his head, and stopped thinking about those things. He walked back to the bookshelf, squatted down, took out the book Wu Zhanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword, sat on the floor by the west window, and read it attentively with the dim light coming through the window paper.
In the past, the acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow were blocked, so he could not remember the cultivation scripts in the building. In the beginning, he even fainted when he saw the numbers. Later, when he learned to use the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong to break the characters, he could slightly understand the profound meaning of the handwriting in the book. However, those strokes still made him extremely distressed. For example, the strokes in the handwriting of the Haoran Sword book were like sharp sword radiance, piercing directly into his liver and intestines, making him extremely painful.
Now, although he still could not clearly know how many acupoints in his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow had been opened, he could feel the breath of heaven and earth in the world, which was like a calm ocean, which was enough to prove that the four words "Blocked without pain" had been mercifully taken away from him by Haotian. Therefore, he very much wanted to know what would be different when he read these books now.
It was indeed different. The meaning hidden in the ink on the book entered his mind through his eyes and then gradually spread into his body. When it turned into sword rays that began to circulate around his body, he no longer felt the unbearable pain in his chest. Instead, it turned into a somewhat gloomy feeling … Blocked, very blocked, very blocked.
This feeling was very bad, and it easily reminded him of Ma Yinglong's medicine. Therefore, after reading attentively for more than an hour, he shook his head and put down the book. He walked to the west window and began to leave a message for Chen Pipi.
"First, I've opened it. You can congratulate me. Second, why do these books still seem to be useless? Third, do you have any simple and feasible methods to teach me? Finally, thank you. "
With a very slight regret, Ning Que went downstairs in the twilight and took a horse carriage back to Lin 47th Street in Chang 'an City. Then, he began to look forward to tomorrow's Academy life, because he wanted to know what Chen Pipi's message would be.
He did not know that his regret was actually an emotion that deserved a beating. If the West-Hill Haotian Divine Palace or some other Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect knew that a young man who had just entered the Initial Awareness State hoped to officially start cultivating within a day, they would definitely expel this young man for being greedy or greedy.
If the instructors of the Academy knew that one of their students had really become a peerless cultivation genius after opening ten of the seventeen acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow and couldn't wait to learn the Academy's unique skill, Haoran Sword, they would definitely praise him for being so narcissistic, and then make him stretch out his hand and slap his palm a hundred times.
The Vermilion Bird portrait carved by the Sage of the previous generation on Chang 'an Avenue, the mysterious big black umbrella behind him, and the Heavenly Power Pill from a certain place in the West-Hill were all the most precious and magical things in the world. But if it was only one of them, it was still not enough to make such a change in his body.
There had always been a saying in the cultivation world that cultivation was just a chosen human being who was lucky to pick up the gift given by Haotian. If an ordinary person who was born unable to cultivate could cultivate, that was to go against the Heaven and change his fate. The ability to go against the Heaven and change his fate could only be a miracle. According to the Classics or oral tradition, only the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Haotian Divine Palace had this ability, and it required those Great Divine Priests with a high state to pay a great price.
Therefore, the ordinary cultivator beside Min Mountain, the Talisman Master in charge of the assessment of the Military Ministry, the old man Lyu Qingchen on the journey, and Chen Pipi who left the letter could simply conclude that Ning Que could not cultivate without any hesitation.
However, when the three most magical things in the world, the Vermilion Bird, the black umbrella, and the Heavenly Power Pill, had sex with Ning Que at the same time, the world's slowly rotating fate slightly trembled. (This sentence can be ignored.)
In that dark morning, the cultivator Yan Suqing first broke the bone and flesh defense on his chest with his lifetime cultivation, and then the top wing of the Vermilion Bird turned into an invisible spear and pierced through his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow through this wound. Then the Vermilion Bird burned everything it touched with invisible fire. At this time, Ning Que should have died.
The big black umbrella played a key role at this time, protecting his last vitality like the shade of a willow that covered the sun, and reshaping the Mountain of Snow in his body with the inexhaustible power of the night sky. But this was not enough, because the reshaped micro-world in his body was so fragile and unstable that it could collapse at any time.
At this time, Chen Pipi offered a Heavenly Power Pill like a virgin offering her chastity.
Heaven rewarded the diligent. Maybe it was because he had been too hard and tired in the past ten years, so Haotian began to make it up to him.
Ning Que did not know that he had encountered the most magical luck in the world. Even if he knew, he could not understand the truth. He was still dissatisfied and regretful that his fate was changed against the Heaven, and this kind of dissatisfaction and regret really made people angry and speechless.
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Chen Pipi was speechless and angry.
Seeing the word "congratulations", Chen Pipi guessed that the guy had been forced to change his fate against the Heaven and really embarked on the road of cultivation. He could not help but open his mouth wide and could not say a word for a long time. He strongly suspected that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He did not know about the magical battle between the Vermilion Bird and the big black umbrella on the long street with Ning Que's body as the battlefield. But as a peerless cultivation genius cultivated by both the West-Hill and the Academy, he could guess some reasons and consequences. But no matter how he guessed, he could not guess that Ning Que could have such a miraculous Lucky Chance!
The shock lasted for a long time, and he did not know what to say at all. Deep in his proud and gentle heart, a strong feeling of envy and jealousy grew. And when he saw the message on the paper, he could not suppress his anger.
It was hot and dry in the summer. Although there was a cool breeze in the middle of the night, and the cicadas outside the west window gradually weakened, Chen Pipi was sweating all over, either because he was too fat or because he was angry. He untied his clothes and wrote back angrily,
"First of all, I don't want to congratulate you, because this is too absurd and incomprehensible. Secondly, it's not that reading is useless, but you, a cultivation idiot, is useless. Thirdly, I admit that I am very jealous of you at this time, so I don't want to guide you. "
"Finally, please thank Haotian and your ancestors of eighteen generations. As for me … thank you my ass."
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Ning Que had been brainwashed by one sentence when he was very, very young, in fact, when he was very, very young. The general meaning of that sentence was: A person's knowledge is like a circle. The more things you know, the bigger the circle is, and then you will find more and more things you don't know.
He used to hate this sentence, and did not understand why his mother and teachers kept educating him with this pessimistic theory. But when he finally stepped into the world of cultivation, he found that this sentence was indeed very true, so true that it made him extremely confused and helpless, because he found that there were more and more things he did not understand.
After seeing Chen Pipi's message, he very seriously read the cultivation books on the second floor according to the message, but he still could not find anything after looking at them.
In this life, he was used to carrying three knives and killing people everywhere on the grassland, which was a relatively straightforward way of thinking, which was not a bad thing. After confirming that he could not move forward for the time being, Ning Que decided not to think about it, but to do something more important.
No one could imagine what was the first thing Ning Que did after confirming that he could cultivate.
He didn't hold a wine pot and write books all day long. He didn't go to the instructors of the Academy and yell, "I can do it! I can do it! I can do it!" He didn't go to the Princess's Mansion and tell Lee Yu that he was worth investing in. Except for secretly happy in the Old Brush Pen Shop with Sangsang, looking up from time to time like two fools, and then laughing inexplicably, he just showed off to Chen Pipi for a while, and then he went to the South City.
Tonight, at the entrance of the famous Star-Picking Casino in the South City, a nervous master and servant were whispering.
The black-haired lad with a clear face and shallow cheeks looked up at the gold-painted signboard of the Star-Picking Casino, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not knowing whether it was due to nervousness or greed, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Sangsang, do you think we will be chased by the casino if we win too much later?"
The slightly dark-skinned little handmaiden was also very nervous. She held a heavy box in her right hand and shrank her body behind the lad. Listening to the noise coming from the dim light, she said in a trembling voice, "Young master, I am more worried about whether your idea will work or not. Can you see the points on the dice by sensing the Qi of Heaven and Earth? Are you sure? If I lose all the money later, don't be so anxious that you'll bet on me. "
"What nonsense are you talking about? Besides … even if I bet you, the casino may not accept it. " Ning Que nervously rubbed his hands and said, "As for the confidence, didn't I show it to you many times last night? I never fight a battle that I am not sure of. I will definitely win, but the key is how to run after winning. "
"I'm sure we can win …"
Sangsang didn't seem to worry about running at all. After hearing that they could win, she gently bit her lips and made up her mind. She took out a small star made of folded paper from her old belt and said softly, "I took two hundred taels of silver from under the bed and exchanged them for a banknote. There are still more than one hundred taels of silver in the box … Young master, take it and win as much as you can."
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(Well, this chapter has four thousand taels of silver, including the two thousand taels of silver from yesterday's chapter. But if there are still two thousand taels of silver left, I'm not sure I will make up for it. I'm really writing like an idiot. Last night, I counted the days with my leader and found that there were still five days left. At that time, I wanted to open the window and jump down.
But to be honest, I was able to finish it. Before writing this chapter, my body was weak, and my hands were shaking. I told Zhang Xiao Hua that I couldn't do it anymore. Xiao Hua asked, "What's wrong?" "Maybe it's because I'm too tired."
Later, I smoothly finished writing four thousand words. Then I realized that it wasn't because I was writing too hard. It was because I ate too little last night and was so hungry. I put my palms together and scolded the leader.
Finally, I want a recommendation vote. Finally, thank you. Don't thank my sister, I don't have a sister.
Good night, good morning, I'm going to walk the dog, and then I'll sleep. See you at night.
This paragraph is more than four thousand words, so I have no choice but to state it out of boredom to avoid misunderstanding.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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