Situ Yilan opened her eyes wide and stared at the lawn burning like wildfire under the setting sun. She stared at the pair of master and servant who were getting further and further away. She couldn't help but put her hands on her waist and murmured, "This guy is really interesting."
Ning Que did not find these things interesting. Arguing with a bunch of kids was just a waste of time and meaningless. What he was thinking now was that according to the curriculum of the Academy, there was a lot of free time left for the students. He should use that time to do something meaningful, such as killing people to earn money.
Lying on the bed in the Old Brush Pen Shop, he looked at the name on the oilpaper and asked, "Are you ready?"
Sangsang was oiling the podao she had just polished. She lowered her head and answered, "New cloth covers and old clothes are ready. But young master, what hairstyle are you going to wear this time? Or from the Yuelun Kingdom? "
Ning Que shook his head and said, "You make the decision for such a small matter."
Sangsang raised her head and asked, "When are you going to kill him?"
"This guy lives in the Eastern City, not far from here. We can kill him whenever we want."
Ning Que looked at the name on the oilpaper and the simple information below. He paused and explained, "We don't even know when to kill him. When the government investigates the case in the future, it won't be easy to calculate something from the law of time."
"There is no law in the world. But when you kill more people, there will be a law."
Sangsang sheathed the bright podao in her hand and walked to the bedside to look at Ning Que's face. She said seriously, "This is what you taught me when I was young. No matter how you hide yourself, the government will always find out the reason from the identity of the people you killed."
"The General's Mansion is dead, and the villages in the Yan territory are all slaughtered." Ning Que smiled and answered, "Even if the government finally found out that the killer's purpose was to avenge these two things, how could they find me?"
"Maybe they can't find you, young master. But if the government knows who you want to kill, then they can target and protect your targets. They can even directly use those names as bait. At that time, even if you know those people have people from the government around them, won't you kill them? "
Ning Que quietly looked at the little handmaiden's eyes and suddenly laughed. He said, "You rarely think so much."
"I'm not really stupid. I'm just too lazy to think." Sangsang murmured in a low voice. As for why she was willing to think about these things today, she didn't understand. Maybe she didn't understand.
Ning Que understood. So his eyes became a little warm. He looked at her and smiled, "I promise you, I'll take a break after killing two or three people. Then I'll study in the Academy."
Sangsang smiled, and her dark face finally showed a relaxed expression. She said, "Yes, the Academy is such a good place. Young Master, you can meet so many talents of your age. You should cherish it."
Ning Que was not used to Sangsang's sudden transformation into Xiren. He could not help but roll his eyes. Looking at the roof, he stretched his right hand under the quilt and counted with his fingers. The so-called same age meant that he was actually seven or eight years older than them.
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The next day, the Academy officially started classes. Ning Que and Sangsang got up early again. After washing and eating, Sangsang stood at the door of the shop to see them off, while Ning Que boarded the horse carriage alone. Sangsang and Ning Que got up early the next day. After washing and eating, Sangsang stood at the door of the shop to see them off. Ning Que boarded the carriage alone.
At dawn, the south gate of Chang 'an opened. Dozens of carriages with the Academy's logo came out one by one. Judging from the number of carriages, most of the students in the Academy didn't want to go back and forth and chose to live on campus.
They hurried south along the willow shaded official road. Along the way, they saw flowers, fields, and water. When the curtains were lifted, they saw the steep mountain and the meadow and flowering trees at the foot of the mountain. Although it was the second time Ning Que saw it, he still couldn't help sighing again. It seemed that such a wonderful fairyland could appear in the human world, in the bustling suburbs of Chang 'an.
More than ten black horse carriages climbed on the green meadow and soon arrived at the front gate of the Academy. The students got off the carriages one after another and greeted each other with cupped hands. In front of the simple stone gate that was not very eye-catching, there were already many residents who had entered the examination room yesterday to welcome them. The quiet courtyard gate suddenly became lively.
The young students all wore the Academy's cyan robes. The boys wore black headscarves, while the girls used ebony hairpins to tie up their black hair. Together with the green meadow and the simple stone gate, they looked particularly refreshing. Coupled with the youthful vigor on their faces, a youthful aura spread in all directions as they faced the rising sun in the east.
Ning Que tidied up his cyan robe and took out the small bronze mirror that Sangsang had put in his bag last night. He checked whether the black headscarf on his head was worn crookedly. After confirming it, he got off the carriage.
In yesterday's academy exam, apart from Xie Chengyun and the other two from the South Jin Kingdom, the Big Black Horse who had tamed the Big Black Horse was the most conspicuous one. When the students who were exchanging greetings at the gate saw him, they did not avoid him out of jealousy. Instead, they warmly greeted him and exchanged information about recent events and introduced themselves.
The bell in the depths of the Academy rang quietly. The students stopped talking and went up the steps in the morning light. The corners of their cyan robes were blown by the morning wind, and their headscarves and hair buns were separated gradually, giving them an inexplicable sense of otherworldliness.
Ning Que, who deliberately slowed down his pace and fell behind the crowd, raised his head in the morning sun and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart slightly moved, but he did not speed up his pace. Instead, he looked more and more carefully at the simple main gate of the Academy in front of him that looked like three stone pillars and the ordinary buildings around the square above the stone steps.
Yesterday, His Majesty of the Academy came in person and the guards of honor were strict. Moreover, he was busy checking the results of the exam, so he did not carefully look at the Academy. The Academy gave people such a strong sense of otherworldliness, and the half-hidden mountain behind the Academy gave people such a strong sense of oppression. But why did he not find anything special here from yesterday to this morning?
A few years ago, Ning Que did not know what the Academy was. He only knew how to distinguish the smell of animal urine and how to calculate the flight trajectory of feather arrows. It was not until General Ma of the City of Wei registered for him that he began to gradually know something about the Academy, such as its glorious history and countless famous predecessors.
He did not know why, but he insisted that the Academy in front of him should not be as simple as it looked. It should not be just an educational institution for cultivating talents for the Tang Empire, but should carry a greater meaning. The reason why he had such an understanding was probably related to what he had seen and heard on his journey back from the grassland.
"Any abandoned disciple of the Academy can become a Great Sword Master. Lyu Qingchen and Her Highness seem to be very respectful when they mention the Academy. But why do the people here look the same as me and I don't see anything special?"
He adjusted the Black Gauze Headscarf on his head and muttered to himself.
At this time, he had already walked through the main gate of the Academy alone, crossed the stone ground, and left the main building. He walked in an alley where the morning light had not yet shone. Not far ahead of the alley was the lively study room, and he could faintly hear the excited voices of the students talking to their friends. However, the alley was very quiet.
A voice suddenly sounded in the quiet alley.
"There is no special place in the world. The Imperial Palace is like this, the Haotian Divine Hall is like this, and so are those Unknown Places. Then what is special about the Academy?"
Hearing this voice, Ning Que's expression did not change, but his right hand in his sleeve suddenly tightened, ready to take the big black umbrella in the cloth sheath behind him at any time. Living in a difficult environment since childhood, he would instinctively judge any sudden situation as dangerous.
A scholar appeared in front of the alley without anyone noticing.
This scholar had straight eyebrows and wide eyes, with a simple and amiable expression. He wore an old cotton gown that seemed too thick in the spring, and a pair of broken straw shoes. Both the old cotton gown and the broken straw shoes were covered with dust, as if they had not been washed for many years. But somehow, this person looked unusually clean.
From the body to the heart, he was incomparably clean.
The scholar held a scroll in his right hand, and a wooden dipper was tied to his waist. Ning Que's gaze moved back and forth between the scroll and the wooden dipper twice, and finally fell on the scholar's face. His right hand in his sleeve gradually loosened.
This was the Academy, where no one in the whole world dared to do anything improper here. Moreover, although this scholar was covered with dust, he gave people a feeling of being as clean as a newborn baby. No matter who saw him, they would subconsciously want to be trusted by him, as if everything he said or did should be taken for granted.
Ning Que's body relaxed, but he became extremely nervous, because he felt that he trusted this scholar who had suddenly appeared. For someone like him who had struggled between life and death since he was a child and had decided not to trust anyone for the rest of his life, this kind of unexplainable and irresistible sense of trust was a very terrifying thing.
He could not be hostile to this scholar at all. What made him feel even more terrified was that he had a very clear feeling that even if he took out the big black umbrella behind him, there was no way he could pose any threat to the scholar in front of him at all.
The scholar in a cotton robe smiled slightly, and his gaze fell on the cloth cover behind Ning Que, as if he could see what was inside. He patted the wooden dipper at his waist and asked, "The umbrella behind you is not bad, do you want to exchange it?"
How does this person know that there is an umbrella in the cloth cover behind me, and a big black umbrella at that? Ning Que felt that his lips and tongue were parched, and he could not speak at all. After a long silence, he firmly shook his head.
The scholar sighed with some regret, and walked past him with the scroll in his hand. He did not look at Ning Que again, and walked to a remote side door of the Academy.
There was a lonely ox cart parked outside the side door of the Academy.
The scholar walked to the side of the cart, and very seriously bowed to the carriage, and then sat on the shaft of the cart to pick up the ox whip.
An ordinary old man's voice came out from the cart, accompanied by a strong smell of wine, "He doesn't want to exchange with you?"
The scholar smiled and shook his head. Then he waved the ox whip, and the ox cart slowly began to move forward.
In the spring of the 13th year of Tianqi era, the Headmaster of the Academy took his eldest disciple on another trip to other countries.
He did not know how many pots of wine he would drink on this trip.
He would cut a few pounds of plum on a few mountains.
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