Nightfall

The **** horse is eating grass with its head down. The dry grass in the deep winter season is tasteless and tasteless. The more it chews, the more it feels bitter like bark, and it vomits out in pain. It looked up at the two new graves deep in the meadow, watching the little maid secretly thinking that now the two might become their own mistresses, or the one who bathed themselves on the wasteland, this is too dark and too thin to look good, That white and beautiful hand is quite gentle.

Thinking of these things that were not there, he paced out of the meadow, and after seeing the dark carriage, his body suddenly stiffened, thinking how could there be such a heavy carriage in the world? Ever since Ning Que was seen in the meadow that spring, he has become more miserable and miserable. Could this be the life of Ning Que at first sight?

In front of the new grave, Sang Sang slapped off the dirt on his knees, walked to Ning Que's side and cleaned his clothes, and at that moment the sky suddenly flew sparse snow.

Peng made a soft sound, and a large black umbrella spread over his head, covering the sky, and also covering the snow foam squeezed out from the clouds. The master and servant carried the black umbrella to the carriage outside the meadow.

Under the **** umbrella, Sang Sang whispered with his head down: "Master, I really have something to tell you."

"Don't panic first." Ning Que thought of something and found a small box from his arms. "I spent half a month in Tuyang City and carefully selected a gift for you. Do you like it? "

In fact, this box was bought from a shop on the street when he left Tuyang City on the New Year's Day. Where it took half a month, and where it can be carefully selected, but his expression is very serious. You can't see the slightest flaw.

Sang Sang took the box curiously and opened it to find a cute little clay tiger inside. The little mud tiger in the box stood half-naked and stern, she looked at it and laughed. Said: "I like it, it's pretty."

Ning Que said shamelessly: "That is, you don't want to think about how much energy I spent on it."

Sang Sang closed the box and asked, "Who is that pretty lady in a white dress?"

This problem came too naturally, so it was very sudden.

Ning Que was stunned, and then said with a smile: "She, called Mo Shanshan, is Dahe ..."

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At night, the forty-seven lane. It was very quiet, except today, apart from the crackling of braziers in various homes, the soft sound of dead leaves falling on the winter snow, and the peculiar sound of the **** horse's pepping lips.

From head to toe to fresh and refreshing, Ning Que leaned comfortably on Bei Kang. Take out a waste fire symbol that was not completely unsuccessful at the beginning, rub it with your fingers, and then rub it evenly on your head with both hands to start rubbing. Soft and black.

"Ready to sleep." He happily got into the warm blanket, feeling the comfortable temperature from Kang, and suddenly found Sang Sang kneeling on the bed over there. Can't help but say: "How do you come to sleep together?"

Sang Sangpu laid the bedding, took off his coat and put it on the pillow, and said, "I'm so big, so I have to sleep in separate beds."

Ning Que was stunned and found this sentence to be reasonable, but still felt a little unaccustomed. He pondered for a moment, then reached out and flicked his index finger, and the candle on the table went out.

"Then sleep."

The room was quiet. After a while, there was a sudden sound of Xie Xie, and then his bedding was lifted, a small, cool body came in, and then he rested quietly on his chest.

Ning Que hugged her and gently patted her palms on her back, just like when she coaxed her to sleep when she was a child, feeling the body of the little girl in her arms. Sniffing the smell of her hair from her neck, she sighed, "It's still so comfortable."

Sang Sang arched his head in his arms, looking for the most familiar and comfortable posture, and he yelled softly.

Not knowing how long it had passed, she suddenly opened her eyes. Looking up at Ning Que and said, "I really have something to say."

Ning Que looked down at her and said after a moment of silence: "I do have something very important to tell you."

Without reigniting the candlelight, by the brightness of the starlight shining on the winter snow from the window, he found a heavy snowflake silver from the corner of the wall and let Sang Sang concentrate on watching.

Ning Que's thought moved, and he transported the mighty qi of his body between his hands. Once his hands were rubbed, the silver snowflake was rubbed into a silver stick, and then his fingers were quickly pinched.

Sang Sang knelt on the kang with a quilt on his shoulder and asked, "When did you learn to trick?"

Ning Que poked the sharp silver stick into his arm, only to see that the sharp tip fell deep, but only a very shallow white mark was left, and no drop of blood oozed out.

Sang Sang was surprised, and he poked his arm with his finger and said, "So hard?"

"I learned the awe-inspiring energy left by Uncle Xiao, this awe-inspiring energy turned my body into this, and the so-called awe-inspiring energy is to absorb the vitality between the world and store it in my body.

Ning Que looked at the starlight snow reflected in her eyes, and said after a long silence: "In other words, the practice I am practicing now is that of the Demon Sect. For this world, I am the remnant of Demon Sect. "

Even if he is the King of Hades, it has no impact on Sang Sang, not to mention the remnants of the Demon Sect, is it not the young master who has repaired the Demon Sect? After stunned, Sang Sang thought of another very important question and said, "Well ... That's what the teacher said may indeed be true. You are the Pluto."

"Come on the egg." Ning Que was secretly lucky and crumpled the silver stick in his hand to form a silver ball. After shaking, he was covered by two people. . "

Sang Sang was buzzing in the quilt: "I see."

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In the early morning of the next day, I ate a bowl of fried egg noodles with onions and peppers and eggs. Ning Que went to the academy. Master Yan Se gave him the carriage as a great legacy. Has been paid back.

The carriage passed the yellowish meadow under the winter morning light, and came outside the stone gate of the academy. Ning Que jumped out of the carriage and released the **** horse to let it go to play on his own. Affairs.

Then he carried a heavy suitcase, walked through the shepherds, walked through the narrow alleys, walked to the wetland, looked at the fish swimming in the thin ice, and looked at the dense forest like a sword in the distance, and came to the old academy. .

They are all very familiar scenes, and he has many good memories. Although he has n’t seen him for more than half a year, he has missed it very much. The more he misses Changan City, the less he believes in Weicheng. He looks up and sees that the old bookstore is still open The east window of Ning Que suddenly wanted to understand something, and the most missed place was probably his hometown.

After passing the cloud that shrouded the mountain, he flicked the last ray of mist with his right hand, and he came to the vast cliff on the side of the mountain, looking at the grass and trees that were completely incompatible with the season, looking at the distance The silver waterfall that fell from the top of the cliff shouted loudly, "I'm back!"

The shout echoed in the backyard of the empty college, and after a long time, apart from his voice, there was no response, and no brother or sister came out to welcome him happily.

Ning Que inevitably had some sorrow, and walked along the mountain road towards the mirror lake, and then the expression on his face became more and more happy, more and more happy, because although there was still no brother and sister appeared, but he heard the roadside Someone in the forest was playing the piano and singing, some chess fell on the chessboard and made a clear sound, and the sound of a **** entering the earth must be burying flowers.

There was a waterwheel by the creek, and the sound of ironing was still ringing in the house in front of the waterwheel. Those monotonous and boring sounds never seemed to stop. Ningque lacked a spirit and picked up the luggage behind him, speeding up his pace.

But still halfway through, he was called out.

He looked at the sound, and saw the center of the small lake like a mirror. The pavilion that was collapsed by the thirteen arrows of the first branch had been restored as before. The seventh sister looked at him and covered his mouth and smiled. Say hello, and a moment later, Brother II, who looked serious, walked out with his highly unsophisticated crown.

"You performed well in this practice."

Standing by the lake, Brother Two held his hands and looked at the lake and mountains slowly, his tone was undifferentiated.

In the back hill of the academy, it is much harder to get praise or affirmation from Brother II than to hear good words from husband or master.

"The shooting of Longqing was nothing. The brothers and sisters spent so much attention on making the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, originally to let you shoot that guy, so this is a matter of course and not worth boasting about. "

Senior Brother II looked back at him, and there was a trace of praise on his face. He said: "But killing Guxi in Tuyang City ... You did very well. Ignore Xiahou in the city, Ignore that it is the base camp of the Northeast Frontier Army, as long as it takes the truth and kills it, then kill it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ To know that my academy brother pays attention to the word of reason

The reason why Ning Que killed the military division Guxi in Tuyang City on the same day was because of the abruptness of his body and the choice he made. It seemed a bit crazy to think about it afterwards. During his journey back to Changan, he always worried about the Brotherhood I won't teach myself because of this matter, but I didn't expect Brother Two to think so.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Brother II said quietly after a moment of silence: "I always respect Master, but I respect his cultivation, his state of mind, and even his virtue, as for the way of forgiveness he believes Dharma, I have a different idea from him. If we really complain about virtue, what do we use to repay virtue? "

Listening to these words, Ning Que wanted to ask seriously after a while: "Why do you complain?"

Brother II said: "Of course, complain directly."

Ning Que praised and said: "Brother Brother's remarks are simple but not simple.

Brother II looked at him and said, "This is what the teacher taught us, so you praise the wrong person."

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