Ning Que was embarrassed that the female professor had seen through his thoughts. He touched his head and smiled.
The female professor looked at him and said with a smile, "You don't have to avoid me. I just come to this forest occasionally."
Ning Que asked respectfully, "Miss, why do you like this forest?"
The female professor was silent for a while. She put her hands behind her back and looked up at the autumn leaves in the forest. She said indifferently, "Many years ago, someone was enlightened in this forest. He was the only person I truly admired in the Academy. Maybe some aura of that person is still left in this forest. That's why I feel a little happy every time I come here."
"The only person you truly admired?" Ning Que was confused and asked, "Is it the Headmaster who was enlightened here?"
The female professor smiled and said nothing.
Ning Que looked at her back and suddenly found that the slender female professor was looking at the sky with her hands behind her back. She looked magnificent. He scratched his head and said, "If that senior was still in the forest, you might become friends with him."
The female professor shook her head and said softly, "If I could meet him, I'd like to see if his sword aura is really that magnificent."
Hearing the words "magnificent", Ning Que thought of the Haoran Sword in the old library for no reason. But he still had no clue.
"There is a gist of Trueness in the forest. Since you can understand the scenery here, don't waste it. Look around."
The female professor looked back at him and said, "Cultivators don't want to compete with others. But you can't go astray by reading and admiring the scenery. How can you show your ambition by being indifferent? Next autumn, the Tangs in your batch will go to the frontier fortress to practice. You should lay a solid foundation in this year. Otherwise, it will be a pity if you die on the battlefield. "
Ning Que sincerely bowed to accept the advice. Suddenly he thought of the word she said and asked curiously, "You're not a Tangs?"
The female professor shook her head and walked out of the forest gently.
Ning Que looked at her beautiful back and asked, "Miss, I still don't know your name."
"My name is Yu Lian."
Yu Lian? It was an ordinary and even tacky name. Ning Que wondered how such a dignified Academy professor could have such a name. He suddenly thought of the question he had been having these days and could not help but pluck up the courage to ask loudly, "Sir, may I know how old you are?"
Yu Lian smiled. She did not stop or look back. She said softly at the edge of the woods, "If I remember correctly, it's very impolite to ask a woman her age."
Looking at the disappearing figure of the female professor outside the forest, Ning Que laughed at himself and thought, "If it weren't for the fact that you look like a 16-year-old and your gentle and graceful temperament like a 30-year-old, how would I have thought of asking this question?"
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The autumn scenery was beautiful. The sky was high and the clouds were light, making people feel relaxed and happy. The forest was dyed red by the blush on the young girl's face, and the morning frost cleared the dusty hearts of the people. Ning Que studied and cultivated in the Academy calmly. He was not as eager as before and gradually understood the world of cultivation. He patiently tried to concentrate his psyche and became intimate with the candlelight, paper and silver ingots. He was not in a hurry to find his Natal Item. Occasionally, he chatted with Chu Youxian, discussed math problems with Situ Yilan in a corner where the Academy students could not notice, and derogated with Chen Pipi by leaving messages. Occasionally, he brought two bowls of crab porridge to talk with Chen Pipi.
There was no hatred or blood, only learning and waiting. He waited for his strength to slowly improve and his enemies to gradually relax and grow old. He waited for the arrival of winter in autumn. After winter came spring. In spring, the Second floor of the Academy would start to accept students, and he would return to the frontier fortress in the autumn of next year.
After killing people with a hatchet at the age of four, he finally had time to live, not just to survive. In his memories, except for the absence of Sangsang, this period of time in the Academy could even be said to be the most peaceful and happy days of his life.
The mountains at the border of the Tang Empire and the Yan Kingdom also welcomed autumn. The troops stationed between the valleys and the plains of the two countries could not feel any peace and happiness. Although there had been no major war for many years, it was a hard job to be stationed at the border. This place was located in the north, and once autumn came, the temperature dropped sharply. Everyone's hands were frozen red. Looking at the bleak scene of falling leaves, they did not have the mood to enjoy the autumn scenery.
In the early morning, two men dressed in the Yan Kingdom crossed the border and walked into the Tang military camp. This was the place where the Tang Empire's most valiant border troops were stationed. It was also the place where the main tent of the General of the Army was located. The defense inspection was extremely strict. The two middle-aged men had the handprint of the secret agent issued by the Military Ministry, and it took them a long time to pass through the layers of inspection in the military camp.
Walking into the Intelligence Division's room in the camp, the younger of the two turned around to look at the grand central tent not far away. His gaze landed on the fluttering military flag at the top of the tent, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
After entering the tent and making sure that no one was eavesdropping, the other middle-aged man looked at his companion coldly and scolded in a low voice, "The imperial court sacrificed a lot to get the secret agent's handprint from the Tang Military Ministry from Chang 'an City. Today's assassination can only succeed, and there is no room for failure. Be careful, you should not have looked at the side."
The young Yan man's face was full of disdain, and he said, "It's just a butcher's ear. Do you think I can make him feel that someone wants to assassinate me just by looking at him from afar?"
"There are countless people in the world who want to kill the butcher, but he is still alive." The middle-aged Yan man looked at him coldly and said, "The distance from here to the main tent has been accurately calculated by the Privy Council, and it is enough for us to launch a sneak attack. But have you ever thought that if we can sneak attack him, he can also sense our presence?"
"Don't be too careful." The young Yan man said unhappily.
At this moment, the middle-aged Yan man's expression changed dramatically, and he looked out of the tent in disbelief.
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Although this place was not too far from the nearest state capital of Liang State, due to the strict military discipline of the Tang Empire, the border with the Yan Kingdom was even more tightly guarded. This time, before the midwinter arrived, the army was pressuring the border to intimidate the enemy, so no officer dared to return to the state capital without permission. Tens of thousands of tents were set up by the border soldiers, and among them, the tent that was as majestic as a hill, with the military flag fluttering on it, was naturally the main tent of the tens of thousands of border soldiers.
There were no soldiers patrolling outside the tent, and it was as quiet as the back garden of a noble's mansion in Chang 'an City. The light inside the tent was extremely dim, and a windproof oil lamp was hanging on the tent wall, gently illuminating the bed covered with expensive furs.
A middle-aged man was lying between dozens of expensive furs. The man was wearing a plain undergarment, and his eyebrows were as thick as black silkworms, and his lips were as red as thick blood. Under the thin clothes, his burly body was like steel, and even in a deep sleep, there was a murderous intent.
The middle-aged man seemed to have sensed something, and opened his eyes to look out of the tent. His face was indifferent, and his eyes were like lightning.
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"There is only one day left, let's all work hard." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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