The smile in Sangsang's eyes was very indifferent. In the dictionary, there were many explanations for indifference, such as the appearance of indifference, indifference, coldness, or ignorance. These explanations were very suitable for her, who often revealed her natural dullness, especially ignorance.
At this moment, she sat by the window and looked at the Headmaster and Ning Que. It was just like the Giant Golden Dragon peeking out from behind the burning clouds in the sky of the Wilderness, and the Divine Warrior of Light standing in the chariot overlooking the earth. However, her position seemed to be higher, so the indifference in her eyes fell on another field.
There was another explanation for indifference. It was to suppress happiness and reject life. It was to stay away from beauty and other words with the aura of the human world. It represented holiness and solemnity beyond the secular world.
An indifferent smile appeared at the bottom of Sangsang's eyes and disappeared in an instant. She did not feel anything, so Ning Que naturally did not see it. But the Headmaster of the Academy did.
The Headmaster looked at Sangsang and was silent for a long time. When Ning Que felt that it was a little strange and Sangsang's eyes showed confusion and helplessness, he smiled and looked away.
…
…
The Headmaster's eyes fell on Sangsang's hand.
Sangsang's left hand clenched into a fist. From the Lanke Temple, to escaping from Yuelun Kingdom's Chaoyang City, to being taken in by the Desolate Man's tribe, she had always held it in her left hand.
The Headmaster's eyes fell on Sangsang's left hand, revealing something in her palm.
It was a white chess piece.
The Headmaster's expression was as calm as an old pine that had experienced countless autumns and winters.
His eyes, however, were not calm. Billions of stars appeared in his black pupils and then began to move irregularly, drawing countless dense lines and finally condensing into a bright spot.
This happened in an instant. No one could see what happened in the Headmaster's eyes. Ning Que could not see it, Sangsang could not see it, even if everyone in the world stood in front of the Headmaster.
The bright spot in the depths of the Headmaster's eyes suddenly exploded.
The Headmaster closed his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes returned to normal, his black robe did not move, his expression was still calm, and his wrinkles still seemed to contain infinite wisdom.
As if nothing had happened.
As if everything had already happened.
…
…
The wall of the black carriage was engraved with extremely complicated talisman arrays, which originated from the scriptures of the South Gate Temple of Haotian and were created by Master Yan Se at the cost of half of his life. They were extremely exquisite and difficult to break.
The moment the Headmaster opened his eyes again, the talisman array on the wall of the carriage suddenly seemed to be injected with an endless amount of extra aura. The calm talisman intent suddenly became chaotic, and the talisman lines shone with golden light and then dimmed.
The carriage was made of stainless steel and was extremely heavy. At this time, the talisman array suddenly failed and the wheels immediately sank deep into the soft ground of the Spring Wilderness. The leather rope deeply cut into the muscles of the Big Black Horse!
The Big Black Horse was not prepared at all. It did not expect that the carriage behind it would suddenly become so heavy. Its front hooves rose into the air, and then it suddenly knelt down and fell heavily to the ground!
The Big Black Horse neighed in pain, and the grass beneath it was crushed into a ball. The wildflowers in the grass scattered and floated up in the dust, gradually disappearing into the clouds.
The Wilderness was clear for thousands of miles, with only a few clouds floating leisurely.
In the blue sky above the black carriage, there was a cloud made of rain. When the wildflowers floated up, there would be rain falling, like a thin water column, falling on the carriage. The pitter-patter sounded like crying.
Looking from the ground of the Wilderness, the sun just moved behind the rain cloud. The clear sunlight penetrated the three cracks in the cloud, and it was slightly bright. Two of the three cracks were on the top, and one was on the bottom. They were like a person's eyes and lips, squinting like a cute smile on an innocent face.
The Headmaster was very annoyed. He waved his hand and the clouds and rain disappeared. He said, "Crying and laughing at the same time, are you sick?"
Ning Que did not know what had happened at all. He said, "Teacher, Sangsang is sick."
The Headmaster looked at him and shouted, "Do you have medicine?"
Ning Que did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Don't you have medicine?"
The Headmaster became more and more displeased. He said, "She has already taken the medicine. Why do you mention it?"
Ning Que was speechless. He thought that all the disciples in the back of the mountain of the Academy knew that the Headmaster was not an otherworldly sublime person. He had a temper, but it was too sudden and unnecessary today.
"Teacher, what on earth happened?" He asked worriedly.
The Headmaster was silent for a moment. He suddenly said, "I'm a little hungry. What do you want to eat?"
Ning Que looked at the slightly damp Wilderness outside the carriage window. He thought that in such a desolate place, what else could they eat other than dry food?
The Headmaster glanced at Sangsang and said, "Since you are still alive, you should live well. You should have some requirements for the quality of life. How can you eat so casually? I'll take you to eat something delicious."
…
…
The Big Black Horse got rid of the dizziness caused by the collision. After confirming that the carriage had become light again, it followed the Headmaster's instructions and galloped toward the north of the Wilderness. Along the way, they could only hear the wind whistling and see the grass shining.
It didn't take long for the black horse carriage to arrive at a meadow. There were dozens of sheep scattered around the meadow. There were a few tents at the side and back. It seemed to be a herdsman's tribe, but it was too small.
Ning Que got off the horse carriage and looked at the angle of the sun. There were still snow hills in the distance.
He looked at the length of the grass and confirmed that they were at the extreme north of the Wilderness. He couldn't understand how the horse carriage could travel so far in such a short time.
Several dark-skinned herdsmen walked out of the tents. They looked alert and panicked. It seemed that these herdsmen rarely met outsiders.
Ning Que didn't know what the Headmaster brought them here to eat. As the saying goes, a disciple should do his best. He walked toward the herdsmen and wanted to see if there was any food in the tents so that he could buy it.
He knew the barbarian language of the Wilderness and was even good at some remote tribal dialects. However, he suddenly realized that he couldn't communicate with the herdsmen in the Wilderness.
"Don't show off your little tricks."
The Headmaster walked down from the horse carriage and reprimanded him.
The herdsmen reacted strangely when they saw the Headmaster. They were touched, excited, and more in awe. Two of them knelt in front of the Headmaster and kissed his feet. The other herdsmen ran to their own tents and brought their wives, children, and elders out. Then they bowed to the Headmaster.
Ning Que realized that these herdsmen had seen the Headmaster before. He couldn't help but wonder which palace these herdsmen belonged to and why they couldn't understand him. He was even more curious about how the Headmaster would communicate with these herdsmen.
He never thought that the Headmaster couldn't communicate with these herdsmen.
Because now he was even more certain that the Headmaster was omnipotent.
The Headmaster began to communicate with these herdsmen.
He pointed to the sheep on the meadow in the distance and spread out his hands to measure the size of the sheep. Then he moved his fingers up to the sky to simulate the appearance of a flame. He kept mumbling.
"The sheep can't be too big. It's only this big."
"If you want to roast it … use the roasting method you're best at."
…
…
Ning Que was speechless again. He didn't expect the Headmaster to communicate in this way.
The Headmaster knew what he was thinking and said, "I've always said that there is no omnipotent person in the world. Even I can't understand all the languages in the world. But so what? Language is a small trick. As long as you know how to gesture, you won't starve to death and you can find delicious food anywhere. "
Ning Que knew that trying to reason with his teacher was an extremely masochistic idea. Therefore, he firmly gave up and asked his own doubts, "Which palace does this small tribe belong to?"
The Headmaster said, "It doesn't belong to any palace. These herdsmen have been nomadic in this bitter and cold land for thousands of years. They don't communicate with the outside world. Although their lives are hard, it's peaceful."
Ning Que said, "There are only so many people. It's hard for them to reproduce."
The Headmaster said, "The Butcher hid here for a period of time. He must have taught these herdsmen some secret method."
Ning Que heard about the Butcher and the Drunkard from the Headmaster and was slightly surprised.
The Headmaster said again, "The Butcher's roasted leg of lamb is the best. I don't know where he is now and he refused to see me for many years. So the best leg of lamb in the world is here."
Ning Que laughed and said, "The secret method you mentioned, is it to carry on the family line or roast the leg of lamb?"
The Headmaster laughed and slapped his thigh. He said, "Both."
Sangsang gave two bowls of milk wine to the Headmaster and Ning Que.
The Headmaster took a sip and praised it. Then he said to her, "You should try it too. It tastes good."
At this moment, the leg of lamb was finally roasted. The herdsmen respectfully brought it over and left.
Ning Que didn't know how to describe the best roasted leg of lamb in the world. He smelled the aroma of the leg of lamb and looked at the oil on the leg. He was tempted.
But at this moment, he would never make a mistake. Following the instructions of Chen Pipi and Eldest Brother, he used a sharp knife to cut two pieces of the best part of the leg of lamb and brought it to the Headmaster's mouth.
The Headmaster chewed the lamb and closed his eyes. He held the bowl of milk wine and looked very intoxicated. He was waiting for the next moment to use the milk wine to turn the aroma of the lamb into a charming drunkenness.
"Something is wrong." The Headmaster suddenly opened his eyes.
Then he smacked his lips like an old farmer who had just finished eating noodles. He carefully tasted the taste in his mouth and his expression suddenly changed. He said, "This lamb is wrong."
Ning Que was stunned. He cut another piece of the roasted leg of lamb and put it into his mouth. The meat was so delicious that he almost chewed off his tongue. He wondered what was wrong.
He asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
The Headmaster said angrily, "This lamb doesn't taste like lamb. How can it be called lamb?"
Ning Que didn't understand. How did it not taste like lamb?
The Headmaster suddenly fell silent. He looked at the roasted leg of lamb and sighed.
Then he looked at Sangsang and shook his head with a sigh.
Sangsang didn't understand what was going on. She whispered, "Do you want a bowl of lamb soup?"
The Headmaster said angrily, "I can't even eat the meat. How can I drink soup?"
…
…
(Goo, goo, goo, goo. There is still one more chapter.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
