The Old Brush Pen Shop had a front shop and a back yard, but the place was too small. It was too dangerous to use the old woman's flying sword here. It didn't matter if the flowers and plants were hurt, but did he want Sangsang to wash the rice and cook with the big black umbrella? So Ning Que didn't practice his swordsmanship after returning to Lin 47th Street. He stood in front of the desk again, dipped the brush in ink, and stared at the snow-white book paper.
Today he didn't stare blankly like a statue. He took deep breaths from time to time, paced back and forth, raised his eyebrows, and even faintly heard him humming a tune. The brush in his right hand was not as heavy as it was a few days ago, but hung in the air easily and drew at a distance. Although he still didn't write, he seemed to be much more relaxed.
Sangsang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips and put them on the rice bowl to steam. She entered the inner room to untie her apron and saw this scene. She curiously watched Ning Que circling the desk and drawing in the air with the brush in his hand. After a while, she felt a little dizzy and said while covering her forehead, "Young master, I'm really itchy. Let's try writing a few lines."
Ning Que stopped jumping and said with a smile, "You know it won't work. Why bother trying?"
Sangsang wiped her wet hands and said with a smile, "Even if it doesn't work, I can still sell some ink balls."
Ning Que laughed when he heard this. Sangsang suddenly realized and looked at Ning Que in surprise. She wondered what happened today. Young master didn't become an idiot when he picked up the brush and still had the energy to chat with her.
Then Ning Que ate with her. After dinner, he asked her to make a pot of tea and moved the armchair to the small courtyard. They sat and chatted while watching the stars, drinking tea, and chatting. He seemed to be extremely relaxed and happy. When the lights were turned on at night, he walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned against the bed. He took out a book from nowhere and read it attentively. His eyebrows were slightly raised from time to time and his fingers were rubbing slowly.
Sangsang walked into the room with water to wash his feet. She couldn't help feeling puzzled as she thought of the many strange things that happened tonight. After living together for so many years, she knew very well that Ning Que would work hard like a few days ago when he was stuck in a difficult problem. She really couldn't understand why he suddenly became so relaxed today. Could it be that he was desperate to solve that problem?
"Young master, what book are you reading?" She looked at the old book in Ning Que's hand and asked.
Ning Que was stunned by her question. He glanced at the erotic book that he had secretly brought out from the cliff cave at the back of the mountain of the Academy. He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and turned around to avoid her gaze. He said, "You're still too young to read those things between men and women."
Sangsang took off his shoes and socks, then moved a stool to sit on the other side of the basin. She patted his thigh and motioned him to put his feet in the basin. She said, "It's just some romantic stuff between scholars and beauties. What's there to see?"
Ning Que said with a smile, "You don't understand the beauty of this … Ouch … It's so comfortable … Don't scratch my feet."
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On the cliff plateau at the back of the Academy, the fog had faded and the scenery was quiet and elegant. The waterwheel behind the house was spinning and the dull sound of iron striking could be heard from time to time in the house. Then with a sizzling sound, the room was filled with water mist.
In a dark corner, Fourth Brother was observing the direction of the talisman lines on the sand table by the glimmer of light from the window. When the steam came to his face, he slightly frowned and waved his hand to disperse it. But his eyes were still fixed on the sand table and he looked extremely focused.
Those inexplicably complicated and inexplicable lines on the sand table moved slowly, following some indescribable law and extending toward each other. When they finally touched each other, the lines changed again and were about to combine into a new pattern. Fourth Brother's eyes became brighter and brighter, but his face became paler and paler. Looking at his dignified expression, it could be seen that this Talisman deduction had reached the most critical moment.
However, at this moment, there was a panicked cry on the cliff plateau outside the house, followed by a faint sound of breaking wind. A gray shadow of a sword flew into the door crookedly.
The Sixth Senior Brother, who was concentrating on smithing, suddenly raised his thick eyebrows. His right hand picked up the heavy iron hammer as if he was holding a piece of paper and smashed it towards the sword shadow. This smash was indescribably heavy as if it was light and wonderful to the extreme. It was absolutely impossible to swing such a delicate and accurate hammer without dozens of years of smithing with the hammer day after day.
However … because of the controller's panic and terrible ability, although the gray shadow of the sword was extremely slow, it flew crookedly and irregularly. Because of its irregularly irregular speed, it seemed a little elusive. Sometimes it raised its head up like the proud Second Brother, and sometimes it hovered in the air and swayed like the philosophical Eleventh Brother. It really did not take the usual path. It randomly and coincidentally avoided the swing of Sixth Brother's iron hammer and flew to the dark corner with a swoosh!
With a snap, the handleless flying sword hit deeply into the sand table in the corner. The sword body slightly trembled, and the tip of the sword "accurately" hit the intersection of the Talisman lines. It could be seen that those lines suddenly broke inch by inch like a freed rope, no longer in the same situation as before.
Holding the iron hammer, Sixth Brother glanced at the sand table in the corner and smiled honestly. Then he turned around and continued to forge iron.
Fourth Brother, who had been concentrating on the sand table and did not notice the flying sword at all, finally reacted at this time. Looking at the broken lines on the sand table, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and his body violently trembled because of anger.
A figure appeared at the door, panting and smiling obsequiously, "Senior Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Fourth Brother suddenly turned around and stared at the clean and lovely face at the door, as if he had seen the dirtiest and most abominable thing in the world. His pale face suddenly turned red, and he heavily hit the sand table and roared, "Ning Que! Can you find a place where there is no one! This is the third time! If there is a next time, I will tear you apart! "
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"As the saying goes, people make mistakes, horses make mistakes, and the Headmaster of Academy also has times when he is hungry. I just started to cultivate Haoran Sword, so it is understandable that I made some mistakes. I really don't understand why Fourth Brother is so angry." Ning Que walked along the lake with the wooden sword and muttered, "Fortunately, Sixth Brother didn't hit the sword with his hammer, or the sword would have been smashed, and I would have to ask Second Brother for it."
His ability to control the flying sword was really terrible now. He had ten acupoints in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, but he could only control a little Qi of Heaven and Earth. The transmission was not smooth, so his command of the grass-roots troops was naturally very poor. It was basically wishful thinking for him to attack wherever he wanted, and it was common for him to point here and there.
Bypassing the Mirror Lake, he came to a dense forest, across the lake from Sixth Brother's iron-making room. He thought that with his state of cultivation, even if he exploded his small universe, he could not fly the sword to the other side of the lake. His heart suddenly calmed down, and he adjusted his breath. After a moment of meditation, he urged his Psyche Power, and the wooden sword spread out in both hands flew into the air again and slowly circled around his head twice.
Looking up at the flying sword dancing against the blue sky, Ning Que felt extremely satisfied and murmured in admiration, "This feeling is really good. Although I can't use it to kill people, it is also good to use it to perform magic tricks."
Just as he was thinking about this, the hiltless flying sword instantly broke away from the control of his Psyche Power. With a sudden sound, it rushed down from the sky, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his face. He was so scared that he hugged his head and directly lay on the ground, extremely embarrassed.
Before the flying sword was about to land, it was not known whether it had received the response of his Psyche Power or some other reason, but it strangely shook itself forcibly and flew up again. With a swoosh, it brushed his scalp and flew diagonally into the dense forest.
Lying on the ground, Ning Que stretched out his fingers to pinch a Sword Formula, and found that the flying sword had broken away from the perception of his sense of perception. He climbed up while cursing, "This disobedient little thing."
At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest. Ninth Brother Beigong Weiyang came out with one hand covering his forehead, and the other hand holding the flute and the flying sword. He looked very miserable.
Ninth Brother walked up to Ning Que and looked at him expressionlessly. Then he pointed to his forehead, picked up the flute and gently tapped the wooden sword twice, and said with a dignified expression, "Youngest Brother, you don't have this talent, so don't force yourself … If you continue to practice like this, it doesn't matter if you hurt us Senior Brothers and Sisters, but if you scare away the birds in the forest, do you want to listen to our flute and zither music?"
Ning Que held back his laughter and stepped forward to take the wooden sword. Suddenly he thought of something and said with a smile, "Ninth Brother, if there are no birds in the forest to listen to the wonderful music, then why don't you play a song for me?"
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In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Seventh Sister was embroidering while humming a soft and pleasant southern song. Suddenly, she slightly raised her eyebrows and turned her wrist. The thin embroidery needle pinched between her fingers made a horrible air-breaking sound, and very accurately flicked away the wooden sword that flew out of nowhere near her right cheek. With a clap, the wooden sword fell into the lake and sank to the bottom.
Ning Que ran to the lakeside, panting, and waved to her in the pavilion. He said, "Seventh Sister … can you help Youngest Brother to call the flying sword up? I have fished in the lake three times today, and I really have no clothes to change into. "
Seventh Sister slightly frowned, looked at him and said, "I don't want to talk to you. The dignified Haoran Sword has been practiced by you into a wasp's tail needle, which is so sinister and powerful. If it weren't for the people in the Back Mountain who have the ability to protect themselves, I'm afraid that they would really fall into your trap."
Ning Que sadly said, "Seventh Sister, this is not what I want. What can I do if it doesn't listen to me? I can't beat it. "
His words were really a little cute. Seventh Sister covered her sleeves and smiled. Suddenly, her eyes rolled and her fingers slightly flicked.
With a slight sound, Ning Que suddenly felt something extra on his collar. He looked down and saw a cold shining thin needle piercing through his collar and stopping there, only a little bit more to stab into his neck.
He raised his head to look at Seventh Sister in the pavilion in astonishment, thinking that she could still have such accuracy and strength from such a long distance. Her acupuncture skills were really terrifying.
Seventh Sister stood up and looked at him with a smile. She said, "You idiot. Since you can't control so much Qi of Heaven and Earth, why do you have to learn flying sword? Isn't flying needle the same?"
Ning Que stood at the lakeside in a daze.
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"The needle is too thin. It is too difficult to use Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth like silk. The most important thing is that it is a little thing smaller than a flying sword. If I want to feel and control it, I need to have a high degree of precision."
"I can't just try again. The tip of the wooden sword is polished. Even if the needle is polished, it will still hurt when it stabs someone. If I really stab one of the senior brothers, they will definitely not be like the goose who hit me twice and let it go."
In the pine forest at the back of the mountain of the Academy, Ning Que stared at the thin needle between his fingers and muttered to himself. He shuddered when he thought that the big white goose raised by Second Brother had been stabbed in the butt and chased him for half of the mountain.
"Rest. I have to rest for a while."
He stood up from under the pine tree and walked deeper into the forest. His nose twitched slightly as he smelled the faint smell of oil. He easily found his two Senior Brothers who were deep in conversation under an ancient pine tree.
"Senior Brother, play chess with me."
Fifth Brother saw who it was and his face became extremely ugly. He said in shock, "Youngest Brother! How did you find us? "
Ning Que answered honestly, "Youngest Brother has learned to hunt in Min Mountain since he was a child. It is easy to find a person in the mountain."
The Fifth Senior Brother glanced at the guy opposite him, whose face was also ashen, and said in a trembling voice, "Eighth Junior Brother, I'm your Senior Brother … Since I can't escape today, you should take the task of playing chess with this lousy chess player."
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One day.
Ning Que didn't practice Haoran Sword. Instead, he obediently helped Sixth Brother in the iron house. From morning to evening, he didn't know how many times he had waved the iron hammer. Even with his strong body, he still felt sore all over.
Sixth Brother untied the leather apron in front of his naked body, scooped up a ladle of water and handed it to him. He asked with a smile, "What is it? You can say it now."
Ning Que poured the water into his stomach and let out a comfortable sigh. He said, "Senior Brother, Seventh Sister suggested that I can try flying needles. But they are too light and not easy to control. So I want to ask if you have any solution."
"Although you are just in the No Doubts State, you should have some ideas about Natal Items, right?" Sixth Brother asked.
Ning Que said in distress, "It's funny. Now I have a strong reaction to silver, but I can't take silver ingots as Natal Items."
Sixth Brother was stunned. After a long silence, he said, "Then I … give you some silver needles."
Ning Que's eyes lit up and said, "Can you make it heavier?"
Sixth Brother looked at him and said, "It will be gold if it's heavier."
Ning Que said seriously, "Although I haven't tried gold, I believe that my feeling towards it will definitely surpass my feeling towards silver."
Sixth Brother was silent again. After a long time, he said helplessly, "Gold needles are too soft. I will find a way to mix something else for you."
Ning Que was overjoyed and bowed deeply. Then he suddenly thought of a possibility and his eyes became brighter.
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On the second day of a certain day.
In a calligraphy and painting shop on Lin 47th Street in Chang 'an City, a black-faced handmaiden threw pots and rags with a sullen face. She was in an extremely bad mood and decided to take out her private money to buy cosmetic powder in Chenjinji Cosmetics Store. And her young master, like a bad gambler, grabbed a pile of silver notes and went out. He exchanged them for silver and gold and returned to the back of the mountain of the Academy happily.
The coarse wrapping cloth was untied, and three podaos, which had been polished until they shone with a cold light, appeared in front of the Sixth Senior Brother.
Ning Que stood beside the three podaos and looked at Sixth Brother with hope in his eyes.
Sixth Brother looked at the podaos and the gold and silver beside them. After a long silence, he looked up at the excited Ning Que and asked seriously, "According to these things, I think Youngest Brother, you are going to play with … flying knives?"
"Yes." Ning Que rubbed his hands and said nervously, "Senior Brother, I'm good at bladesmanship. Since swords can fly, so can knives. And with your help, I believe it will be better than flying swords. "
Sixth Brother's expression finally became stiff. "But … have you ever seen such a big flying knife in the world?"
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In Ning Que's view, the enemy hated him, so their verbal attacks were nothing. Those smart people were best at talking, so their verbal attacks were also nothing. However, Sixth Brother was a simple and honest good man. His occasional verbal attacks had deeply hurt his self-esteem.
Because he was a little depressed and hurt his self-esteem, Ning Que decided to calm down and think about what to do in the future. So he went to the mountain road and went straight to the flowering trees. In the deep spring, he found Eleventh Brother who was muttering to himself.
"Senior Brother, do you have any new ideas recently? Tell me about them."
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Someone was flying a sword by the lake, smashing the flowers, grass and Senior Brothers' heads, messing up the Senior Sister's embroidery, messing up the magical lines on the sand table, and messing up the green waves and wet grass in the water.
A certain someone was flying needles in the forest, and a few wounds appeared on his body. Not long after, he could be seen being chased by a fat white goose, crying out in pain all over the mountains and plains.
Someone was forging iron in the house with all kinds of strange materials at his feet, mainly gold and silver, supplemented by gems. Sixth Brother was silently sorting out the design for him, and his simple and honest face was full of grievances.
In the late spring of the 14th year of Tianqi era, these scenes kept repeating in the Back Mountain of the Academy. Until many years later, people living in the Back Mountain still felt a little scared when they thought of those days.
That Junior Brother who had just entered the Second Floor was practicing his lousy sword and his lousy needles, thinking of his lousy ideas, torturing his Senior Brothers and Sisters, causing them to feel incomparably vexed.
"Have you been crazy lately?"
Chen Pipi put down the food box and looked at Ning Que, who was still satisfied after losing three games of chess to Eighth Brother, and asked with emotion.
"What do you mean? Trying flying needles or flying knives? "Ning Que asked confusedly.
"Everything …" Chen Pipi said angrily, "You haven't even mastered the Haoran Sword, and you haven't mastered the Talisman Taoism from Master Yan Se. How can you have so much energy to do so many strange things?"
"It's always good to learn more."
"Why are you so anxious? Cultivation is about gradual progress, and the most important thing is to lay a good foundation. "
"My aptitude is so poor that it's useless to lay a good foundation. It's better to learn more."
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "In my opinion … you'd better focus on Talisman Taoism. Talisman Taoism is about comprehension and talent, not the foundation."
Ning Que asked curiously, "Why can't we learn together?"
Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Greed is not a good thing for cultivation."
Ning Que said with a smile, "I have learned a truth since I was a child. Nothing can be achieved without greed."
Chen Pipi was so angry that he laughed and said, "I just found out that you are such a stupid person, even more stupid than Second Brother."
"I won't tell Second Brother this."
"A bowl of crab porridge."
"That's impossible. Our family has been losing money too fast recently, and Sangsang is already very unhappy."
"Then … how much do you want?"
"Two hundred taels of silver."
"Two hundred taels of silver? Why do you need so many silver needles? Do you want to learn medicine and acupuncture? "
"It's none of your business."
"Fine, fine, fine. Then I'll scold you more for being an idiot."
"Pipi, don't forget that the back of the mountain is the Second Floor of the Academy. We are all on the Second Floor, so we are all idiots."
"…"
"Idiot Chen, do you have a problem with that?"
"I … have no problem with that." Chen Pipi looked at him as if he was looking at a madman, and gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you do that for cultivation, why do you harass Senior Brothers every day? In the beginning, didn't you turn pale when you heard that you were going to listen to music and play chess? Why did you suddenly change your temper and go to listen to music and play chess every day? "
Ning Que answered with a smile, "I didn't like it at first because I didn't like to be forced to listen to music and play chess. Now that Second Brother has said that no one will force me, I can still do it if I want to. Senior Brother Beigong's flute is really good. Where can I find a chance to play chess with the two national masters outside the Academy? Doing some extracurricular activities as entertainment during cultivation can cultivate one's character. In the future, when I travel around the world, these things can be used to brag and shock people. "
Chen Pipi was dumbfounded. He held his chubby cheeks and asked, "What about Eleventh Brother? Why are you bothering him? "
"Eleventh Brother doesn't think I'm bothering him."
Ning Que approached him and said in a low voice, "Have you found that listening to Eleventh Brother's mysterious questions can not only help you fall asleep, but also help you meditate?"
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That night, all the disciples of the Second floor of the Academy held a group meeting at the back of the mountain. Even the scholar in the small library in the cliff cave was called over. However, the old man was reading an old book and did not pay attention to what the people around him were saying.
Ning Que did not attend the meeting, not because he had returned home in Chang 'an, but because the main topic of the meeting was to discuss how to deal with his current problem.
"Don't you think Youngest Brother is miserable? Haoran Sword has become a wasp tail needle … This is definitely not his wish, but his aptitude is like this, so he is forced to think of these messy ideas. I say you should be more tolerant. Although he smiles every day, I always feel that there are tears in his smile, and there is a shadow in his heart. "
The meeting was held in the courtyard where Second Brother lived. Seventh Sister held an embroidery frame and sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the Arhat bed. Her posture was very casual and natural, and it could be seen that she was not afraid of Second Brother.
Hearing this, Fourth Brother, who had the most serious expression, frowned and said, "It's not a matter of tolerance. Will I really be angry with Youngest Brother? Now the main problem is how to help Youngest Brother solve his cultivation problems. "
Third Sister, Yu Lian, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the room, smiled slightly, but did not say anything.
Fifth Brother frowned and said, "I think the first problem is to help Youngest Brother enhance his confidence. He now pesters me and Eighth Brother to play chess every day, and he still smiles no matter how badly he loses. It is obvious that he has lost and even become a little abnormal. This is not good. "
Everyone thought that it was indeed reasonable.
Ninth Brother gently knocked on his flute, and after a moment of silence, he looked somewhere and said, "Teacher and Eldest Brother are not here, and now Second Brother is the senior in the Back Mountain. To be honest, Second Brother's words on the day when we practiced swordsmanship by the lake were really hurtful. As the saying goes, if Second Brother sincerely praises Youngest Brother, I think you can restore his confidence in cultivating Haoran Sword. "
Everyone looked at Second Senior Brother, who was sitting in the middle.
After a long silence, Second Brother said, "I … will not lie."
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(This will be the most lovely and loving chapter since I opened the book at night … The more I write, the more I like the Academy, and I will like it until the end of this story. Starting from 6,000 tomorrow, I will start to supercharge myself.) (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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