The mountain wind blew into the hut, causing the gauze curtains to sway. Mist rose from the teacup in the Headmaster's hand and dissipated instantly. The hot tea in the cup would probably cool down faster.
Ning Que was not Chen Pipi, and his face was not wrinkled by the wind. However, after being reprimanded by the Headmaster, he could not help but look a little worried. He said, "I just want you to see if there are more advantages or disadvantages."
The Headmaster took a sip of tea and put down the teacup. He shook his head and said, "I'm already so old. I don't have the energy to think about these small things. Do you think it's worth it?"
Ning Que said seriously, "Ever since she made this request, I have been thinking about it. The Haoran Sword is indeed the most famous Sword Taoism skill in our Academy. However, without Youngest Uncle's Great Spirit, it is actually not a cultivation method that can't be taught to outsiders."
The Headmaster did not comment and said, "Continue."
Ning Que recalled the scene of him fighting with Ye Hongyu in the courtyard. He thought of the paper sword she was holding between her fingers and said hesitantly, "Although I don't understand the paper sword she was holding, it is indeed interesting. I even suspect that it might be the South Jin …"
The Headmaster frowned and looked at him. He said unhappily, "Make it simple."
Ning Que said honestly, "I think it's worth it."
The Headmaster said casually, "In that case, what are you hesitating for? Let's change."
The Academy's unique skill, the Haoran Sword, was given away just like that. The Headmaster's expression was so indifferent, as if he had given away a withered cabbage.
Ning Que could not adapt to the atmosphere. After a moment of hesitation, he looked at the Headmaster and asked, "Teacher, don't you have anything to ask me?"
The Headmaster took the scroll and was ready to continue what he was doing. He said casually, "What is there to ask?"
Ning Que asked with a hopeful expression, "What if I die?"
The Headmaster didn't even look up. He looked at the scroll in his hand and waited for the ink to melt. He said, "Everyone will die. If you die, I won't need you to remind me."
Ning Que's heart, which had been soaked in corpse water and was invulnerable to all kinds of poison, finally split into two pieces after hearing his teacher's irresponsible and even cold words. One piece was left for Sangsang, and the other turned into a fire that burned the Headmaster's beard in his imagination.
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Ning Que first went to Second Brother's courtyard and made his request in the sound of the waterfall. Then he went to the cliff cave where tens of thousands of books were hidden. Finally, he passed through the Cloud Gate Array and went to the second floor of the old library. He took out several books related to Haoran Sword from the bookshelf and walked to the east window to ask Third Sister to register.
The whole process of retrieving the book was very smooth, so smooth that it was a little strange.
The Headmaster of the Academy had given him a very irresponsible verbal order. Second Brother, the scholar, and Third Sister had irresponsibly given him what he wanted without asking for anything. So when he sat in the carriage with the thick books, he was still in a daze.
He thought that according to today's experience, he could steal those precious cultivation books from the Academy anytime and anywhere. In this case, he would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life.
Returning to the house by the Yanming Lake, Ning Que went directly to the backyard and threw all the thick books in his arms on the desk. He said, "Here are the things you want."
Ye Hongyu picked up a book from the table and frowned slightly. Even she did not expect that the Academy would allow Ning Que to take out such a precious cultivation book so casually. She even doubted the authenticity of these books. However, when she opened the cover page, she knew that they were real.
Ning Que found that the book in her hand was A Preliminary Exploration of Haoran Sword. It was the same book that he had read in the old library when he vomited blood. He could not help but feel a little emotional. After a moment, he got rid of this emotion and looked at Ye Hongyu who was immersed in the book. He reminded her, "What about mine?"
Ye Hongyu raised her hand and slowly untied the cloth button on the collar of her taoist robe.
Ning Que stared at the movement of her fingers. At this moment, he did not know whether he was looking forward to the paper sword that seemed to contain countless mysteries or the white and graceful scenery under the taoist robe.
Ye Hongyu took out the thin paper sword that was hidden deep in her undergarments but did not hand it over. Instead, she stared at Ning Que's eyes and said, "I have two requests."
Ning Que said, "Go ahead."
Ye Hongyu said, "You can only read this paper sword for one night."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "Impossible, unless you also only read these books about cultivating Haoran Sword for one night."
Ye Hongyu smiled slightly and was about to say something.
Ning Que suddenly thought that the young taoist girl in front of him was a genius in the cultivation world. She might really have a terrifying photographic memory like Sangsang. He quickly stopped her and said, "It is not appropriate to limit the time so strictly. I agree that you can read it for a few more nights. Then I will also read it for a few more nights."
Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly and then laughed. She shook her head and said, "You reacted quickly."
Ning Que said, "I am not a person who is willing to be taken advantage of."
Ye Hongyu said, "Three nights."
Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "Deal."
Then he asked curiously, "What is the second condition?"
Ye Hongyu looked at the paper sword between her fingers and said, "You are not allowed to smell it."
This paper sword had been hidden in her chest for a long time. No one knew how much sweat and body odor it had stained it. If it was an ordinary girl, she would probably be extremely embarrassed. Although Ye Hongyu was not that embarrassed, she did not want Ning Que to do those disgusting things.
Ning Que looked at her and said seriously, "Do I look like such a perverted person?"
Ye Hongyu said with a smile, "Younger Sister Sangsang grew up with you. You made her your lover before she became an adult. This is a very perverted behavior."
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Cicadas and frogs croaked occasionally in the courtyard in the summer night.
Ning Que looked at the paper sword between his fingers quietly with the help of the light from the oil lamp.
Sangsang had accompanied him to stare at the small paper sword in a daze. At this time, she finally could not resist the drowsiness and went to sleep.
Ning Que felt the touch of the paper between his fingers and subconsciously rubbed it gently.
This action looked a little obscene, but in fact, he did not have any obscene thoughts. He also did not think that this thin piece of paper had gently rubbed between the soft flesh of the Tao Addict's chest.
He just wanted to use this action to relieve the tension in his heart.
This paper sword was very thin, and the paper was ordinary. It was only the size of two human fingers. The edge of the paper sword was covered with uneven thickness ink lines, and outside the ink lines were some rough edges of the paper.
At the beginning, this should be a small sword drawn on the paper, and then it was torn by someone. From the ink lines on the edge of the paper sword, one could draw a conclusion that the person who drew the sword was not good at using a brush, and his state of painting was very low. However, that person's state of cultivation was very high, so high that the ink lines seemed to be the edge of a real sword!
The yellowish light made the thin paper between his fingers darker and more yellow.
Ning Que stared at the paper sword, and his expression became more and more serious and nervous.
At night, the lakeside courtyard was not as stuffy as it was during the day. However, sweat began to ooze from his face, and gradually became the size of a soybean, slowly dripping down from his cheeks.
More and more sweat kept gushing out from his back, gradually wetting his thin shirt and pants, soaking through the cloth, and then flowed along the legs of the chair to the ground.
At this moment, his body seemed to be a ball of cotton full of water, which was forced by the strong and majestic invisible sword style on the paper sword, and began to drip continuously.
The reason for this was that his Psyche Power had broken through the sharp and invisible edge of the paper sword, which made the sense of perception extremely painful, and entered the inside of the paper sword, so that he could feel the truth of the sword style.
In the battle in the villa a few days ago, when Ye Hongyu took out the small paper sword from her arms, he had felt the horrible sword style attached to the paper like a river coming from the sky.
At this time, the little paper sword was lying quietly between his fingers, so he could feel this sword intent more delicately and more vividly. After meditating for half a night, he finally understood that this sword intent was not imitating the power of a great river hanging upside down from the clouds of the Ninth Heaven, but describing the great river itself.
This fact proved one of Ning Que's conjectures.
He felt that the light paper sword between his fingers had suddenly become incomparably heavy.
He felt the surging yellow waves, constantly washing his body and hitting his sense of perception, as if they could break through the embankment at the edge of the sense of perception and spread to the Wilderness at any time.
In the sword style, he felt like falling into the depths of a river, feeling the strong pressure everywhere. In the bedroom of Xia Ye, he was like a real drowning person, with a pale face, short of breath, and sweat pouring out of his body like a waterfall.
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In the early morning, Ning Que woke up from the state of meditation.
The round chair he was sitting on was full of water.
The green brick floor beneath the armchair had also been soaked in a large patch.
The paper sword between his fingers had also been soaked with sweat and had become somewhat transparent. However, the sword drawn on the paper was still as clear as ever. It was as if the ink lines had some kind of magical power that allowed it to be unaffected by the world.
Sangsang looked at him with a worried face.
Ning Que looked at her and squeezed out a smile with difficulty, saying, "I'm okay."
He was shocked by his own voice, which was so hoarse and dry, as if he had been in the desert without water for more than ten days.
He immediately understood that this was the result of a serious lack of water. He said, "Boil a pot of porridge and bring me the sealwort hidden in the study. I need to nourish myself."
"That sealwort has been boiled into the porridge. I saw that you were sweating too much, so I added some salt."
Sangsang took a bowl of mixed porridge from the small table beside her, looked at him and said carefully, "Do you still have strength? Do you need me to feed you?"
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After replenishing some of his energy, Ning Que returned to the yard and returned the paper sword to Ye Hongyu. After one night of watching the sword, he had confirmed many things. He knew that with his current state of cultivation, this was the most he could comprehend. It would be meaningless even if he watched it for another two nights.
Ye Hongyu looked at his pale cheeks and said with emotion, "You clearly know where the limit of your ability is and can resist the temptation of this paper sword. You are not stupid and greedy. I have to admit that although your aptitude is average, your temperament is first-class in the world."
If it was any other day, Ning Que would definitely show a proud expression after being praised by the Tao Addict. However, he had something on his mind today. The sword in his sense of perception did not say much to her and left.
He left Yanming Lake by horse carriage and went to the Academy as fast as he could. He passed through the Cloud Gate Array and entered the back of the mountain of the Academy. He did not have time to say hello to his Senior Brothers and Sisters at the Mirror Lake. He frowned and talked to himself all the way to the cliff cave on the mountainside.
In the pavilion by the quiet lake, Seventh Sister put down the embroidery needle in her hand and looked at Ning Que's back disappearing into the forest. She frowned and murmured, "Youngest Brother … looks a little weird today, as if he is crazy."
Sixth Brother, who was repairing the waterwheel by the stream and releasing fish for the big white goose Wooden Fish, straightened up and looked in that direction. He shook his head and said, "Why does Youngest Brother look like Eleventh Brother today?"
Ning Que did not know what his Senior Brothers and Sisters were talking about. He walked to the bottom of the cliff cave like a silly guy and walked to the scholar's table.
The scholar was reading and did not even look up at him.
Ning Que stood beside the scholar and stopped talking to himself. He was silent for a long time. When those lines gradually overlapped and formed in his sense of perception, his eyes brightened. He walked directly to the back of the table and pushed the scholar away from the chair. He took a piece of paper and a brush pen and dipped it in ink. He began to immerse himself in writing.
The scholar was the most strange existence in the back of the mountain of the Academy. He was usually very good-tempered, but if someone disturbed his reading, his temper would become very bad. Even Eldest Brother or Second Brother did not dare to disturb him when he was absorbed in reading. Today, he was so violently pushed away by Ning Que. He was holding a roll of agricultural books with great interest. He suddenly became angry and rolled up his sleeves to beat Ning Que.
However, when he saw what Ning Que wrote on the paper, his fist that had been raised in the air slowly fell down. He curiously stood behind Ning Que and looked at it more and more attentively.
It did not take long for Ning Que to finish what he wanted to do. He put the brush pen on the inkstone and raised the paper to the air to carefully look at it in the sunlight. He confirmed that although it was impossible for him to completely simulate the majestic sword style of the Great River, this was already the best he could do.
He suddenly found that the scholar was behind him and staring at the paper in his hand in a daze. He hurriedly explained, "I know this sword painting is really a little ugly, but it's none of my business."
"How … is this sword ugly?"
The scholar clasped his hands behind his back and slightly bent his body. He looked at the crooked small sword on the paper and praised, "I haven't seen such a beautiful sword for many years."
Ning Que was greatly shocked. He thought that this guy who only knew how to read could also understand this sword. He subconsciously asked, "Sir, have you seen something similar before?"
The scholar did not turn back. He pointed to the cliff cave behind him and said, "There are many Classics of Sword Tactics and Cultivation Methods in there. Some authors like to illustrate and annotate, so I have seen some swords."
Ning Que thought that it was so. He curiously asked, "What do you think of this sword?"
"If the sword you copied is nothing compared to the countless swords in the cave, but your sword has the spirit of the original person who drew it. That's wonderful."
The scholar said, "I don't understand painting or swords, but I can understand the spirit of this sword."
"In my opinion, this sword can be ranked in the top five among the Academy's thousand years of collection."
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