The Big Black Horse was eating grass with its head lowered. The withered grass in the middle of winter was tasteless and tasteless. The more it chewed, the more bitter it tasted like tree bark. It spat it out painfully. It looked up at the two new graves in the depths of the meadow. Looking at the little handmaiden, it thought to itself that the two of them could become its mistresses. The one who bathed it in the Wilderness was better. The one who bathed it in the Wilderness was too dark and skinny. The other one was fair and beautiful, and her hands were quite gentle.
Thinking of these things, it walked out of the meadow. When it saw the black carriage, its body suddenly stiffened. How could there be such a heavy carriage in this world? Ever since Ning Que saw her in the meadow that spring, she had been living a miserable life. Could it be that seeing Ning Que had ruined her whole life?
In front of the new grave, Sangsang lowered her body and brushed off the dirt on her knees. She walked to Ning Que and cleaned his clothes. At this moment, the sky suddenly started to snow.
With a soft bang, the big black umbrella opened above their heads, covering the sky and the snow that squeezed out of the clouds. The master and the servant held the black umbrella and walked toward the carriage outside the meadow.
Under the big black umbrella, Sangsang lowered her head and said softly, "Young master, I really have something to tell you."
"Don't panic." Ning Que thought of something and took out a small box from his arms. "I spent half a month in Tuyang City and carefully picked out a gift for you. Do you like it?"
In fact, when he left Tuyang City on New Year's Day, he bought this box from a shop on the street. He didn't spend half a month on it, nor did he choose it carefully. However, his expression was very serious, and no one could see any flaws in it.
Sangsang curiously took the box and opened it to find a cute little clay tiger inside. The little clay tiger in the box turned its body sideways, looking charmingly naive. She looked at it and smiled, saying, "I like it. It's pretty."
Ning Que said shamelessly, "Of course. Think about how much energy I spent on it."
Sangsang closed the box and asked, "Who's the pretty lady in the white dress?"
This question came too naturally, so it was very sudden.
Ning Que was startled and then said with a smile, "Her name is Mo Shanshan. She is from the Great River Kingdom …"
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Lin 47th Street was very quiet at night, except for the crackling of the braziers in the houses, the soft sound of withered leaves falling on the winter snow, and the special sound of the Big Black Horse's lips.
After washing himself from head to toe, Ning Que leaned comfortably on the North Kang. He took out a Waste Fire Talisman that he had not completely failed in the past and crushed it with his fingers. Then, he rubbed it evenly on his head with both hands and began to rub it. After a while, the remaining warmth in the Talisman paper dried his wet hair, making it smooth and black.
"Get ready for bed." He happily crawled into the warm quilt and felt the comfortable temperature from the kang bed. Suddenly, he found Sangsang kneeling on the bed to make the quilt. He couldn't help asking, "Why did you come to sleep with me?"
Sangsang laid out the bedding, took off her coat and folded it beside the pillow. She said, "I'm a grown-up now, of course I have to sleep in separate beds."
Ning Que was startled and found that this sentence was very reasonable, but he still felt a little unaccustomed. He thought silently for a while, then stretched his hand out of the quilt and flicked his index finger. The candle on the table was extinguished.
"Then let's sleep."
It was quiet in the room. After a while, there was a sudden rustling sound. Then, his quilt was lifted and a small and slightly cold body crawled in and quietly leaned on his chest.
Ning Que held her and gently patted her back, just like when he coaxed her to sleep when she was a child. He felt the little girl's body in his arms and smelled the scent of her hair coming from his neck. He sighed and said, "It's still so comfortable."
Sangsang nuzzled her head in his arms, looking for the most familiar and comfortable position, and gently responded with a "hmm".
After a long time, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at Ning Que. She said, "I really have something to say."
Ning Que looked down at her and said after a moment of silence, "I do have something important to tell you."
He did not relight the candle. Instead, he took out a heavy ingot of snowflake silver from the corner of the wall and asked Sangsang to focus on it.
Ning Que moved the Great Spirit in his body to his hands and rubbed the ingot of snowflake silver into a silver rod. Then, he pinched it quickly with his fingers and the tip of the silver rod became extremely sharp.
Sangsang knelt on the brick bed with the quilt on her shoulder and asked confusedly, "When did you learn to juggle?"
Ning Que stabbed the sharp silver rod into his arm. The sharp tip sank deep into his arm but only left a very shallow white mark. Not a single drop of blood seeped out.
Sangsang was very surprised. She poked his arm with her finger and said, "So hard?"
"I learned the Great Spirit left by Youngest Uncle. It was this Great Spirit that made my body like this. The so-called Great Spirit is to absorb the primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth and store it in one's body."
Ning Que looked at the reflection of starlight in her eyes and said after a long silence, "In other words, the cultivation method I am cultivating now is the cultivation method of the Devil's Doctrine. To this world, I am a remnant of the Devil's Doctrine."
Even if he was the Son of Yama, it did not affect Sangsang at all, not to mention the remnant of the Devil's Doctrine. Was a young master who cultivated the cultivation method of the Devil's Doctrine not a young master? Sangsang was stunned for a while and thought of another very important question. She said, "Well … then what the teacher said might be true. You are the Son of Yama."
"Bullsh * t." Ning Que secretly moved his Qi and kneaded the silver rod into a silver ball. He shook the quilt and covered the two of them. He said, "Don't mention those bullsh * t things. I want to eat fried egg noodles tomorrow."
Sangsang hummed in the quilt and said, "Got it."
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The next morning, Ning Que went to the Academy after eating a bowl of fried egg noodles with scallions, pepper and eggs. Master Yan Se gave him the horse carriage as a great inheritance, so he naturally took it. The original horse carriage had been paid off.
The horse carriage passed through the yellow meadow in the winter morning light and came to the stone gate of the Academy. Ning Que jumped off the carriage and untied the big black horse to let it play by itself. He carried his luggage and walked into the Academy. He found the instructor and told some things about the frontier fortress practice.
Then, carrying his heavy luggage, he walked past the houses, passed the narrow alleys, and walked to the wetland. He looked at the fish swimming listlessly between the thin ice, and then looked at the dense forest in the distance. Finally, he came to the front of the old Academy.
It was all very familiar scenery and he had a lot of good memories. Although he had not seen it for only half a year, he already missed it very much. The more he missed Chang 'an, the less he believed in the City of Wei. Looking up at the open east window of the old library, Ning Que suddenly understood one thing. The place he missed the most was probably his hometown.
He walked through the fog that shrouded the mountain and waved his right hand to drive away the last wisp of fog. Then he came to the wide cliff yard on the mountainside. Looking at the grass, flowers and trees that were completely out of season and the silver waterfall falling from the top of the cliff in the distance, he could not help but feel refreshed and shouted, "I'm back!"
His shout echoed in the empty back mountain of the Academy. After a long time, there was no response except his voice, and no Senior Brother or Sister came out to welcome him.
Ning Que could not help but feel a little resentful. He walked along the mountain path to the mirror lake, and then the expression on his face became happier and happier. Although there were still no Senior Brothers or Sisters appearing, he heard someone playing the zither and singing in the forest beside the path. There was a crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the board and the sound of hoes digging into the soil. It must be the burial of flowers.
There was a waterwheel beside the stream, and the sound of iron forging could still be heard in the house in front of the waterwheel. The monotonous and boring sound seemed to have never stopped. Ning Que was refreshed. He weighed the luggage behind him and quickened his pace.
However, halfway there, he was stopped by someone.
He looked towards the direction of the voice and saw that the pavilion that had been destroyed by the first Primordial Thirteen Arrows in the center of the mirror-like lake had already been repaired. Seventh Sister looked at him and covered her mouth with a smile. She waved her hand as a greeting. After a while, Second Brother, who looked serious, slowly walked out with his high hat.
"You did a good job in practice this time."
Standing by the lake, Second Brother said slowly with his hands behind his back, looking at the lake and mountains. His tone was calm and unquestionable.
In the back mountain of the Academy, it was much more difficult to get praise or affirmation from Second Brother than from the Headmaster of Academy or Eldest Brother. Therefore, Ning Que felt a little flattered and did not know what to say.
"It's not a big deal to kill Longqing. Senior Brothers and Sisters spent so much effort to make the Primordial Thirteen Arrows for you to shoot that guy. Therefore, it's a matter of course and not worth praising."
Second Brother looked back at him with a rare hint of praise on his face. He said, "But killing Gu Xi in Tuyang City … you did a good job. Regardless of whether Xiahou was in the city or whether it was the headquarters of the Northeast Border Military, you killed him as long as it was reasonable. You should know that the disciples of the Academy pay attention to reason. "
The reason why Ning Que killed the military counselor Gu Xi in Tuyang City that day was largely due to the abrupt choice made by the state of the Great Spirit in his body. In hindsight, it did seem a little crazy. On the way back to Chang 'an, he had been worried whether Eldest Brother would teach him a lesson because of this matter. He did not expect that Second Brother would think so.
Second Brother seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "I have always respected Eldest Brother, but I respect his cultivation, state of mind, and even his virtue. As for the way of forgiveness and the way of life that he believes in, I have a different view from him. If we really repay evil with good, then what do we use to repay good?"
Hearing this, Ning Que thought for a while and asked seriously, "Then how do we repay evil?"
Second Brother said, "Of course we repay evil with good."
Ning Que praised, "Senior Brother's words are simple but not simple. There is great meaning in the subtlety."
Second Brother looked at him and said, "This is what our teacher taught us years ago, so you have praised the wrong person."
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(Thank you! I will continue to work hard! This is the first chapter. The next chapter will be around six o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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