The next day, Sangsang went to the House of Red Sleeves again. She called Xiaocao downstairs and walked to a secluded place in the back garden. She looked at Xiaocao and wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. Her slender fingers kept twisting the hem of her clothes and she looked extremely nervous.
"Why are you so mysterious?" Xiaocao looked at her and asked, "What happened?"
Sangsang hesitated for a long time and said in a low voice, "Last night … young master suddenly asked me how old I am."
Xiaocao rubbed her head in confusion and asked, "And then?"
"Nothing." Sangsang shook her head and thought for a long time with her brows furrowed. Then she continued, "I always feel that young master is a little strange now. A few days ago, he often said that I have no emotional appeal."
Xiaocao gasped and stared at Sangsang's dark face and skinny body with her round eyes. She said in disbelief, "You're so dark and skinny, and you're so young. How could he not let you go? What a beast. "
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At the back of the mountain of the Academy, Ning Que pushed open the fence and walked into the small courtyard, listening to the roar of the waterfall falling into the clear pond. He vigilantly waved away the big white goose and looked at Second Brother who came out. He could not help but frown. He thought that Mistress Jian called Second Brother like that yesterday. Did he really do something worse than a beast to Mistress Jian?
Second Brother handed several books to him and said, "I found some old books on engraving talismans for weapons and armors in the cliff cave the other day. Thinking that you have been keen on engraving talismans on weapons recently, I asked you to come and have a look."
Ning Que took the books to express his gratitude but did not leave immediately. He looked at Second Brother's face and wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. After a long time of hesitation, he could not help but tentatively ask, "Second Brother, has anyone ever called you Little Momo?"
Second Senior Brother, who was serious, upright, and very particular about manners, could not be associated with a name like Little Mo Mo no matter how one imagined it. When Ning Que plucked up the courage to say it, he was ready to be beaten by Second Brother with the Academy's rules. However, he did not expect that Second Brother was not angry when he heard the words "Little Mo Mo". Instead, his body suddenly stiffened and he looked a little dazed, as if he was recalling something.
After a long time, Second Brother stared into his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Have you seen Aunt Jian?"
Looking at Second Brother's expression, it was obvious that he was acquainted with Mistress Jian. Ning Que cheered in his heart and thought to himself, "Will I really dig out the truth hidden behind the dark history of the Academy?"
"Don't think too much." The Second Brother frowned and said, "Aunt Jian used to be familiar with Youngest Uncle. She is his elder."
Ning Que was slightly stunned. He did not expect that the truth did not match with the answers he had guessed. This was the second time he had heard of Youngest Uncle in the back of the mountain of the Academy. Whether it was Chen Pipi before or Second Brother at this time, they all looked extremely serious and respectful when they mentioned Youngest Uncle.
It could be imagined how powerful the person who could make Second Brother and Chen Pipi, who were such proud geniuses, admire him from the bottom of their hearts. Ning Que really wanted to know how amazing the Youngest Uncle, whom he had never met before, was.
"Senior Brother, what kind of person is Junior Martial Uncle?"
"Little Martial Uncle … is a very amazing person."
"More powerful than the Headmaster?"
"That's a different kind of greatness."
"Where is Junior Martial Uncle now?"
"He's dead."
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The story of Youngest Uncle might not have a good ending, so Second Brother did not tell Ning Que too much about the past except for a few simple words of introduction. Ning Que naturally felt a little regretful, but he could not hold Second Brother's thigh and say, "Tell me, tell me, tell me," like Sangsang who pestered him to tell stories when he was a child …
Leaving the small courtyard, Ning Que walked to the middle of the cliff yard along the opposite direction of the waterfall. When he came to a green tree, Ning Que felt a little hot and dry. He took out a very small Fu paper from his sleeve, clapped his hands gently, and then turned it up. The Fu paper could not be seen in his palms, only half a handful of water could be seen.
He used the clear water in his hand to wash his face. Facing the cool breeze beside the tree, his slightly wet cheeks felt refreshed. He sighed in satisfaction, then helplessly sighed again. He shook his head and muttered to himself, "Handsome is handsome. It's more than enough to be a magician to amuse women. However, if it's used for fighting, it doesn't seem to be of much use."
As a Divine Talisman Master, Master Yan Se certainly had a good insight. Ning Que's potential or aptitude in Talisman Taoism was really rare in the world. These days, he was immersed in the world of Fu characters, and the speed of his progress was amazing. He just began to understand Tao on that rainy night, and now he had mastered more than 200 effective Fu characters.
Unfortunately, the casting speed of Talisman Taoism was too slow, and it was too difficult to rely on it to fight. What's more, Ning Que's own cultivation state was too low, and he was still wandering in the No Doubts State. If he relied on throwing Fu paper to fight the enemy, his body might be cut into hundreds of pieces by flying swords. The Fu paper in his hands was just the beginning. He even carefully evaluated that if he fought with Talisman Taoism, it was not as solid as carrying the three knives on his back.
What Master Yan Se had said unintentionally, he had always remembered it very clearly. In the real-time battle, a Talisman Master must rely on infinitive Fu to faintly suppress a cultivator in the same state. However, only a Divine Talisman Master could draw infinitive Fu!
Ten years later, a Divine Talisman Master … What should he do if he met an enemy within ten years? Although after entering the Seethrough State, Talisman Taoism would definitely play a more powerful role in the battle, it could only play an auxiliary role after all.
Ning Que had been fighting all his life, fighting to survive, fighting to wash the blood on his hands. So now he was living a good life in the Academy and Chang 'an every day, but he still did not forget to be vigilant in times of peace.
The hard days had shaped his blues nature under the hip-hop appearance. Countless tests at the critical moment of life and death made him accustomed to always guarding against the arrows shooting from the back and the possible dangers in the future.
"If … Xia Hou is standing on the other side of the tree now, what can you do?"
Ning Que looked at the big green tree and asked himself very seriously. Then he fell into a long silence, thinking about the combination of Talisman Taoism and martial arts, looking for a way to strengthen his own combat power.
After a long time, he finally stopped thinking and walked up along the flat stone path on the right side of the big green tree. Following the steam and the smell of the stove, he walked into the iron-making room of Sixth Brother.
After entering the room today, he did not immediately lift the heavy iron hammer to help Sixth Brother. Instead, he walked to a dark corner, came to Fourth Brother, bowed down and said a few words.
Fourth Senior Brother frowned slightly and nodded. He stood up and led him out of the house.
Behind the house was the clear stream. Fat and colorful koi were swimming slowly in the water, almost motionless, as if they were jade fish statues frozen in the stream.
The sky in the Academy was sunny, and the fish in the Academy were happy. Although they had to be on guard against the sudden attack of those birds, at least they did not have to work hard to look for food. Every day at a fixed time, a big white goose would come to feed them. The old fish naturally became fat and lazy after being cooked for a long time.
The waterwheel squeaked and turned, constantly drawing the stream water into the bamboo pipe and then sending it to the iron-making room.
The two sat by the stream not far from the waterwheel. The bamboo forest blocked the sun above their heads, and it was cool all around them.
Fourth Brother took out a pile of fine carving knives, ruler lines and pigments from the bag, picked up a round stone from the stream, and began to carve on it with a carving knife.
Ning Que imitated him, picked up a round stone, and carefully drew on it with a water-resistant pigment pen. As the tip of the pen moved, several complex lines appeared on the stone. Suddenly, he felt a little tricky and did not know how to continue. He could not help but look up at the stone in Fourth Brother's arms.
"Senior Brother, is there something wrong with the line you drew? How can the Wind Talisman be carved so wide? "
Fourth Brother said without raising his head, "The stone is too heavy. If you want to borrow the breath of wind to float the stone, of course, you need more lines, deeper and wider, to stimulate more breath of wind."
Ning Que looked at the stone in his arms and stared at the lines on the stone, frowning and saying, "But the deeper and wider the lines are, the faster the breath of wind condensed in the talisman lines will leak. How to solve this problem?"
Fourth Brother raised his head and asked after a long silence, "What do you think?"
Ning Que hesitated and said, "How about … using the Wood Talisman as a bridge to limit myself?"
"If I limit myself, how to condense the breath of wind of Heaven and Earth in the talisman?"
"Open a small aperture."
"Open a small aperture … After condensing the breath, it will be completely sealed. When it is stimulated, the aperture of the Wood Talisman will open by itself. It seems feasible."
"Then shall we try?"
"There's no harm in trying."
Beside the clear stream, the waterwheel turned its head with a squeak, and the rhythmic sound of iron being hammered in the room behind the stream rang out. Among these sounds, Ning Que and Fourth Brother were discussing in a low voice. This scene was really calming.
After a long time, the talisman on the round stone in Fourth Brother's arms was first carved. Then, Ning Que also finished his work. They looked at each other and put the stone on the flat ground beside the stream.
They slowly closed their eyes and began to feel and touch the talisman they carved on the stone.
They saw a gust of wind on the two round stones beside the stream, and the ants and bamboo leaves under the stones rustled.
However, the stones were still sitting quietly by the stream, like lazy and fat koi in the stream, hiding in the shadow under the waterwheel leaves and refused to move at all.
Ning Que and Fourth Brother opened their eyes almost at the same time. They stared at each other, dumbfounded.
"Wishful thinking." Fourth Brother sighed and said, "To make a heavy object soar into the air, it needs countless talismans to form a tactical array. You want to achieve the same effect with such a small talisman. It's really … wishful thinking."
Ning Que regretfully said, "I thought there would always be some miracles since there are so many idiots in our Academy."
"But this way is not necessarily impossible."
Fourth Brother threw the stone into the stream and motioned Ning Que to do the same.
With two splashes, the water splashed in all directions. The fat fishes that were either eating or sleeping were so scared that they fled in all directions. Finally, the precious training time had arrived. The stream under the shadow of the waterwheel's leaves suddenly became empty.
"Try again."
Fourth Brother said to Ning Que.
Ning Que stood by the stream and looked at the round stone at the bottom of the shallow stream. He looked at the indistinct lines on the stone and took a deep breath. His eyes slightly drooped and his hands that were exposed outside his sleeves formed a bridge. The Psyche Power in his sense of perception integrated into the Breath of Heaven and Earth around him, and he could clearly feel the round stone in the stream.
The shallow stream suddenly rippled slightly, and there seemed to be a very thin airflow splashing around the round stone at the bottom of the stream, disturbing the water grass gently swaying. Then the round stone slightly trembled, as if it was going to walk.
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(Let's rush to update one chapter first. There is still one more chapter. Today I was outside making the cart, and my fingers are cold. I am not in good spirits, so I write slowly and roughly. There are probably many chapters that haven't been revised. I will fix them together after I finish this period.) (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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