"I am the thirteenth. Miss, you can call me Thirteen."
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"You also know talisman?"
"A little."
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"Senior Brother Thirteen, you also know calligraphy?"
"A little."
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"Senior Brother Thirteen, what do you think of this Chicken Soup Calligraphy?
"The brush strokes of this post are completely exposed and don't know how to restrain them. The form is scattered and the spirit is dead without a bone. It seems to have some new ideas, but in fact, it's just some cheap tricks. It's evil with ink techniques, and it's not worth mentioning."
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The conversations on the journey kept drilling into Mo Shanshan's mind, like the cold wind in the Wilderness entering the tent. Her dull eyes became more and more confused, even a little absent-minded.
He was the thirteenth in the Academy. Who else could it be but him? Besides himself, who else in the Tang Empire would despise the Chicken Soup Calligraphy and the Flower Blooming Calligraphy? And that night, he admitted that he knew a little about Talisman Taoism. Why didn't I think that he was him? Shanshan, you should have guessed it long ago, right?
Mo Shanshan looked at the piece of paper on the table that seemed to be scribbled by a child. She reached out and crumpled it into a ball. She was so ashamed and angry that she didn't want anyone to see it. But she didn't know whether it was because of the scribbling or her confused mind. But no matter what, she was really angry at this time.
They traveled together on the long journey and even traveled together in the same carriage. But she didn't know that he was him. She even said that she liked him in front of him. Although he didn't know that he was him, and she didn't know that the person she liked was the one in front of her. But now she finally knew that he was him.
Everyone knew that the Calligraphy Addict was quiet and virtuous, but she did such a thing. How could she not be ashamed? If that guy knew the truth, how could she not be ashamed? Senior Sister Zhuo Zhihua even asked her to explain. How could she not be ashamed and angry?
Her trembling fingertips pulled out the well-preserved copy from the table. She looked at the words on the paper. Her long and sparse eyelashes gently blinked, as if trying to cover the blush on her white skin.
In the spring, there was news from the Tang Empire that shocked Chang 'an. She knew that there was a young calligrapher who was deeply loved by the Tang Emperor in a distant foreign country. Out of habit, she naturally ordered the deacons in the sect to collect some copies. Although there was no legendary flower blooming, she saw the rubbing of this Chicken Soup Calligraphy.
It was said that the young calligrapher was accepted as the successor of the Divine Talisman Master because of the Chicken Soup Calligraphy. As a disciple of the Divine Talisman Master Wang Sage of Calligrapher, she certainly knew how strict the requirements of the Divine Talisman Master for the successor were, so she carefully studied this Chicken Soup Calligraphy for a long time.
Like Master Yan Se, she didn't see the potential of the writer to be a Divine Talisman Master, nor did she cry like the girls in the House of Red Skirts because Master Yan Se had scattered the meaning of the calligraphy. But she was not far from being a Divine Talisman Master, so she could understand many meanings hidden in this Chicken Soup Calligraphy.
In addition, she also read many copies. She was proud but she had to admit that the young calligrapher in Chang 'an was really good at writing. Except for her Master, the Master of Calligrapher, there was no one else in the world who could be compared with him.
When the details of the mountaineering competition on the Second floor of the Academy were spread to the Great River Kingdom, she was surprised to find that the young calligrapher had defeated Prince Long Qing and became a student of the Headmaster of the Academy.
She and the Flower Addict used to be good friends and often exchanged letters. So she was very clear that Prince Long Qing was also a perfect person. But Prince Long Qing actually lost to him, and even the Headmaster of the Academy accepted him as a student. So this person … must be very good in terms of morality, bearing, and character.
At this time, when she looked at the Chicken Soup Calligraphy again, she found something different. It was a simple and sloppy note. Although the words and strokes were unorganized, there was a sense of great nature in it. It was so natural and open, as if Haotian's Divine Light had converged into a thunder in the clouds: The world should be like this.
She was very curious about the situation under which the person could write such words. Because of some reasons, she used to firmly believe that it was stupid to judge people by their words. But in this spring, she couldn't help but gradually have some different feelings for the young man in the distant Chang 'an City because of these words.
This feeling was not complicated, but very subtle, very clean, and as transparent as crystal.
She had only seen the person's words, but not the person herself. However, people who practiced calligraphy could have a similar mind. When she looked at the person's words, she seemed to see the person. When she looked at the words, the person seemed to be beside her.
From spring to summer, she had been quietly looking at the person's calligraphy beside the Ink Pool at the foot of Mogan Mountain. The legendary Ink Pool was black, but in fact, it was clear and transparent, reflecting the stars in the sky and the girl's calm and smiling face.
The person was behind her, looking at the calligraphy in her hand and her face reflected in the water. He did not speak, and did not need to speak. He just quietly looked at the Ink Pool.
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Mo Shanshan looked at the rubbing of the Chicken Soup Calligraphy. Her eyelashes slightly blinked, and the blush on her face gradually faded. The embarrassment in her eyes had already turned into confusion and uneasiness. Looking at the ink words for a long time, she whispered, "It turns out that you are you. Who is Sangsang in the calligraphy?"
"Young Master Sangsang, I am drunk today …"
Is Sangsang your little handmaiden? Has she been with you for many years? That's why you are so trusting, so natural, and so attached to her. Is this attachment out of habit or something else? Why didn't I hear you mention it on the trip? Yes, at that time you were still pretending to be someone else, so naturally you would not mention it. But Sangsang … Who is she?
Master Yan Se could read Ning Que's mind from the Chicken Soup Calligraphy. The girls from the House of Red Sleeves could feel the warm fragrance of the bowl of chicken soup at home from the calligraphy. But she could feel the importance of the name Sangsang to the calligrapher from the rubbing.
At this moment, Zhuo Zhihua lifted the curtain and came in. Seeing Ning Que sitting beside the desk in a daze, she could not help but smile. This year, she often looked at the Hill Master in a daze beside the Ink Pool, so others did not know that she had feelings for someone that ordinary people could not understand, but she clearly knew.
"Let's read it after dinner and then think about what to do." She joked.
Because of her close relationship with Zhuo Zhihua, her feelings were discovered by Zhuo Zhihua. That was why Mo Shanshan was a little shy and annoyed when facing her.
Because of the name at the beginning of the Chicken Soup Calligraphy, Mo Shanshan was a little uneasy and confused. Suddenly hearing Zhuo Zhihua's words, she could not help but feel more ashamed. She had never been ashamed in her life because she had never liked anyone. But now her feelings were exposed by her close Senior Sister. How could she not be ashamed?
She held her slightly round pink cheeks with her hands, blinked her sparse eyelashes, and pursed her red and thin lips into a straight line. Looking at the pile of luggage that was carefully arranged in the corner of the tent, she suddenly said with slight annoyance, "Send these luggage to him."
Zhuo Zhihua smiled and said, "I don't have time."
Mo Shanshan turned around and looked at Cat Girl who came in behind her. She said in a low voice, "Cat, you are familiar with that guy. Send his luggage to the Tang camp later."
Cat Girl scratched her head in confusion and asked, "Why? Senior Brother said he would come back later. "
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "There's no need to ask so many questions. He is a Tang man and can't live here. Just send his luggage over and we'll be even."
The thin rubbing of the Chicken Soup Calligraphy was still on the desk, and the faint figure was still on the surface of the Ink Pool. The tacit understanding of fighting side by side for thousands of miles was still in her memory. How could they be even after returning the luggage?
Intentions were not luggage. Because they had no weight, it was difficult to lift and put down.
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At this time, Ning Que did not know that the girl in white in the Black Ink Garden tent was ashamed and annoyed. She was preparing to clear up those shameful emotions and memories that outsiders could not know. If he knew the truth of the matter, he would be so excited and nervous that he could not speak. Because although he was running away from the path of being a nobody, he did not have the consciousness of a big shot. The Calligraphy Addict secretly liked him? Damn it, what was the difference between this and Sister Butterfly liking him? Furthermore, it was Sister Butterfly who was dancing in tight panties!
Because he did not know this, he was drinking tea and resting in a tent somewhere in the Tang camp. He looked very relaxed. After all, it was his own place. Both his mind and body could get a real rest under the protection of a sense of security. Unfortunately, he could not completely relax because he still had a very important thing to do.
At dusk, a military order appeared in the Tang camp. General Shu Cheng gathered all the departments and announced the results of today's discussion in the Divine Hall. At the same time, they discussed specific matters for the attack on the Desolate Man tribe next spring.
The order from the Middle Military Tent was a little strange. The main force in charge of attacking the Desolate Man tribe should be completed by the elite cavalry of the Left King's Palace. Even if the Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire would also participate in the battle, it was not up to these officers to discuss the war with General Shu Cheng, because they were seriously not qualified.
However, the military order of the Tang Empire was as important as a mountain. Although the cavalry stationed in the palace belonged to the Northeast Border Military, since it was an order from the Middle Military Tent, no one dared to disobey. With the dense footsteps, officers of all levels rushed to the Middle Military Tent. The patrolling cavalry was also transferred, leaving only the defense force outside the camp.
Ning Que lifted the tent curtain and walked east in the empty camp. When he came to a place about 40 steps away from a tent, he stopped and reached behind him to pull out the big black umbrella that was tightly wrapped in cloth.
The tent belonged to a deputy general of the Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire. There was a very faint smell of herbs and blood coming from the tent. If it were not for his five senses after cultivation, he would not have been able to smell it at all.
"After so many days, the bleeding has not completely stopped. I really don't know how you survived."
Ning Que thought silently in his heart. With a shake of his wrist, the big black umbrella opened with a swoosh.
He held the big black umbrella and walked toward the tent.
At this time, the twilight was like blood, but the cloud above the camp began to snow.
The snow was very small and sparse. A few snowflakes fell on the greasy and dirty surface of the black umbrella. It was somewhat beautiful.
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The small snowflakes fell on the surface of the black umbrella without any sound, and the sturdy leather boots stepped on the withered yellow barnyard grass without any sound. Ning Que held the black umbrella and walked into the tent of the deputy general.
A flash of a knife chopped down!
The knife was round and as bright as the wind and snow. It was a scimitar.
The people in the tent knew that Ning Que had come, so Ning Que could not sneak an attack.
Ning Que knew that there were people in the tent, so the scimitar was not a sneak attack.
The front of Ning Que's robe suddenly swung up, and his right foot popped out like lightning. It fiercely stomped on the thigh of the sneak attacker. With a muffled sound, the body of the sneak attacker bent like a shrimp. The scimitar in his hand chopped through the air and fell heavily on the ground.
With a clang, the slender podao was unsheathed and turned into a bright color. It gently swept across the throat of the man, and blood sprayed out wildly, all the way to the top of the tent.
There was a strong wind coming from the right. Ning Que did not turn his head. He held the big black umbrella with two fingers, and a Fu paper suddenly turned invisible. An inexplicable feeling of dryness appeared in the tent.
The sneak-attacking Horse Gang held the machete tightly in both hands and pounced on Ning Que with the momentum of the forward charge. His speed was extremely fast, as if he was going to split the big black umbrella and cut Ning Que into two halves from top to bottom. However, when he rushed to the back of the umbrella, he found that what he had pounced on was not the big black umbrella, but a blazing white sea of fire.
The flames in the air of the tent suddenly burned out, but the flames on the head of the Horse Gang were still burning. The scimitar in his hand did not cut the umbrella, nor did it cut the person, but only the air.
Ning Que had already turned around and waited quietly at the side. He looked at the face of the Horse Gang in the fire that began to deform and melt. He looked at the last terrified look in his eyes and watched his mouth open wide, wanting to cry out in alarm. He lowered his body and waved his knife.
The blade flashed, and the burning head flew into the tent.
The blood that sprayed out from the neck cavity of the Horse Gang sprayed to the top of the tent again, and mixed with the blood of his companions.
Ning Que held the umbrella in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, and continued to walk silently into the tent.
The headless corpse fell behind him with a thud.
Under the umbrella, there was no emotion on his face.
No matter in the past, present or future, he had no mercy for these Horse Gang or those who pretended to be Horse Gang.
The burning head of the Horse Gang rolled on the ground until it reached the inside of the tent. It stopped when it was about to reach a sleeping mat, and the flames with a burning smell gradually died out.
A pale middle-aged man was lying on the sleeping mat. He was extremely thin and weak, and one of his shoulders was tightly bound with cloth. There was still some blood oozing out, and a faint smell of rotten flesh could be smelled.
The middle-aged man stared at Ning Que who was gradually approaching. Suddenly, his eyes shone and his body trembled violently. He seemed to be in extreme pain, but he was extremely determined.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the tent suddenly became chaotic, and a gust of cold wind rose out of nowhere. The snowflakes on the big black umbrella were instantly blown away, but the vigorous Psyche Power condensed from decades of meditation and the determination at the last moment of life and death was completely blocked by the oily surface of the big black umbrella like the gust of cold wind.
None of it could pierce into Ning Que's sense of perception.
"Since you have been ordered to kill me, you must be very clear about who I am."
Ning Que walked to the pale-faced middle-aged man and looked down at him. He said calmly, "I admit that your Psyche Power is indeed strong. But even if you are in perfect condition, how dare you hope to defeat a disciple of the Second floor of the Academy when I am prepared for it? Not to mention that you are now so seriously injured. "
"Besides, do you feel that the wound on your broken arm is recovering very slowly? Even if you keep cutting off the rotten flesh, you still can't stop the wound from festering? In fact, that is because there is something on my knife. "
Ning Que raised his right arm and stretched the podao to the middle-aged man's face. The podao shone coldly. Except for those complicated Talisman patterns, there was nothing special about it.
"The person who instigated you to kill me and yourself knew that I was a student of the Second floor of the Academy and the successor of Master Yan Se. So that day under the meadow, you blocked several of my killing moves. But it is a pity that you don't know two things about me. "
Ning Que said, "I have been hunting for a living since I was a child. I had to hunt big beasts when I was very young. So I occasionally use poison. My knife is smeared with snake thorn sap from Min Mountain. It is not very poisonous, but it is very troublesome."
The middle-aged man lying on the mat was extremely pale. Because he had forced out the last accumulated Psyche Power in his sense of perception, he had no strength to fight back. Listening to Ning Que's calm narration, his eyes subconsciously revealed an expression of fear. As a cultivation powerhouse, he really could not understand why Ning Que, as a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy, had hidden so many sinister and vicious tricks in addition to cultivation methods.
"I believe that you will no longer have any combat power at this time. But after all, you are a Psyche Master in the upper grade of the Seethrough State and a bigwig in the Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire. So I must remain vigilant. Then I am sorry."
With these two words of apology, Ning Que once again waved the podao in his hand. The knife light suddenly flashed and disappeared. The middle-aged man did not die, but there was another horrifying wound on his shoulder. His last remaining arm was also separated from his body!
The middle-aged man turned with difficulty to look at his shoulder. After confirming that both his arms were broken, he could not help but feel disheartened. Then he felt an unbearable pain rush from his shoulder to his brain, and he could not help but let out a shrill scream.
Ning Que sheathed his knife and found a few pieces of old cloth in the tent. He stuffed one piece into the man's mouth and wrapped the rest around the wound on his shoulder. He was good at bandaging wounds, and with the addition of half a bottle of medicine, the bleeding quickly stopped.
He lowered his head and seriously treated the middle-aged man's wound. At the same time, he said, "I have said before that there are two things about me that you don't know. Apart from the one that I have said, there is another thing, which is that I have a flaw in my character."
"Although I have started to cultivate, I am still not a person beyond the world. So there are many things that I can't mention or let go of. For example, I will definitely take revenge for the fact that you wanted to kill me, and also why you wanted to kill me."
Ning Que finished bandaging and sat beside the middle-aged man. He took out the old cloth from his mouth and said, "You will definitely not be able to mention anything in the future, so you have to learn to let go, such as those stupid things like loyalty."
If he wanted to extort a confession by torture, there was no reason to cut off the other party's arm. But he did it, directly forcing the other party into a desperate situation, and then began to ask questions at this time … It seemed like a cold-blooded and unreasonable behavior, but in fact it was very reasonable. How could a strong cultivator's heart be broken if it was not for this kind of cold and clueless mental attack?
The middle-aged man closed his eyes in pain. His dry lips were tightly pressed together, as if he was very afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would involuntarily say what Ning Que wanted to know.
Ning Que looked at him calmly and said, "There is no use pretending to be desperate. As long as you are alive, there is still hope. After all, you are still alive at this time, so there are some things that you have to explain."
"For example, who are you?"
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(I am suitable to write romance! I like to write romance! Who can pay a high price for me to write it? I am very satisfied with the writing of this chapter. There are still two thousand words left. I will continue to write seriously. I want recommendation votes! Also, it is the end of the month. I want the monthly votes that I have not wanted for a long time! End of exclamation mark!) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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