Nightfall

Looking at Tang Xiaotang in the grass, Ning Que froze and asked with a sigh: "Are you a ghost? Why do you follow me wherever I go? No matter how fast I run, it seems useless."

Listening to his poor tone, Tang Xiaotang hadn't had time to react, and the snow-white puppy rushed out from behind her, lù showing her sharp teeth, and whispered at Ning Que, but probably because The memory destroyed by Ning Que in the Wasteland Mountain Road is too deep. It only dares to stand in front of its owner to express its wildness, and dare not take a step closer to Ning Que.

"You run really fast, I almost thought you were our Ming Zong people." Tang Xiaotang said: "But even if you run fast, you can't be faster than me."

Ning Que asked helplessly: "My grandma, what are you going to do with me?"

Tang Xiaotang said: "My brother asked me to go to the college to be a student under the Confucius door."

Ning Que froze for a long time before confirming that he had heard correctly, and could not help but give birth to a urge to burn all the winter grass in front of the road, saying, "Your brothers and sisters are crazy, actually want to worship the Master as a teacher? Don't you Do you know that my teacher is the leader of the Central Plains? ”Well ... Although he seems to rarely come forward, at least he is also a spiritual leader. Even if you see you this Mozong girl, even if you do n’t need to use thunder to get rid of you, will you still accept you as an apprentice? "

Tang Xiaotang said: "My brother said that the academy has always been teaching and classless."

Ning Que said: "Anyway, I persuade you to die this heart, I can't take you into the back hill of the academy, let me say that I am now the most favored little teacher, why should you be such a sister."

After finishing this sentence, he turned around and walked along the slightly inclined stone towards the green **** on the side of the college. However, no matter how fast he walked, Tang Xiaotang and the little white dog could always follow.

Tang Xiaotang said with a smile behind him: "If the Master knows that you are such a shameless guy, he might not like you, and may even expel you out of the door, wouldn't I just be able to fill your vacancy?"

Ning Quexin thought that he would be willing to do whatever he would do in his life, and would like to be a petty liar. He thought that several generals in Weicheng and master Yan Se, including master brothers, were all coaxed by themselves. Happy and happy, where can the eldest son escape his palm?

"Can we still, can we meet again, I begged for thousands of years in front of the Buddha ..."

At this moment, a song suddenly came under the oblique stone path.

The singer's voice is not so beautiful, not hoarse, but always shows a weird old atmosphere, accompanied by lyrics, plus five insufficiency to sing all the melody into a speech, it becomes more ridiculous and funny.

Tang Xiaotang turned his head curiously and looked back.

Ning Que listened to this melody, although it was extremely unfamiliar, but the lyrics always seemed to have been seen somewhere, and suddenly woke up to God: How could anyone else know this song besides himself?

Looking down the stone path, he saw a tall old man wearing a deep fox fur, walking up the **** with a lacquered food box in his hand. Wasn't that the man on the stage of Songhe Tower last night?

Looking at the old man, Ning Que's head felt a pain in his head, thinking about the short wooden stick that had attacked himself. A sneer began to emerge in the corner of chún, preparing to step forward to stop the person and beat him.

The so-called revenge snow hate, fist to stick, this is the reason.

Ning Que understands that even if he is drunk, he still has the power to fight. He was knocked out by this old man. It must be that this old man is not an ordinary Changan rich man. In a moment, he was ready to fight.

Suddenly, Yu Guang glanced at the little white dog hiding behind Tang Xiaotang's little leather boots, his ears were drooping, and his mouth was whimpering with fear of surrender, and his heart moved slightly.

He knew that the little white dog was not a dog, but a real snow wolf on the wilderness, and even if this white wolf wore no matter how afraid he was, he never gave himself a little surrender, then why did it have such a situation at this time? Performance? Could it be said that the old man made it instinctively fearful?

Fighting in the grasslands of Minshan for many years, Ning Que did n’t know how many thrilling conditions she had encountered. The speed of the response of the machine change has long been tempered. This is just such a tiny detail, like Mars falling in a haystack A blazing flame ignited in his mind, reminding him of a possibility.

This is the academy.

The tall old man wearing fox fur is very powerful.

Thinking of the possibility, Ning Que's heart moved slightly and then quickly cold, and then shivered with shock.

At this critical moment, he perfectly demonstrated his control over his emotions and body.

Looking at the old man who walked up the stairs, there was no extra emotion on his face, the sneer that had just appeared in the chún corner, as if he had encountered the sun, and it suddenly burst into warmth and blossomed into flowers The noble energy in the body melted quietly like spring snow, and the hands holding the knife handle naturally raised in front of ōng to gather into a fist, bowing slightly and saluting gently: "I didn't expect to see the old gentleman again."

The eldest son carried the food box to Qingpo.

He looked at Ning Que in front of him with interest, but did not speak.

Ning Que calmly looked back at the Confucius, no matter what his facial expression or body posture was, he knew nothing but his own body. The body that was about to collapse by coercion and shock was in contact with him in a place where Confucius could not see Strong willpower is doing fierce confrontation.

Dozens of sweat beads slowly and quietly oozed from his back, gradually getting wet.

Because he will use his willpower to forcefully control his body's instinctive fears and reactions. Although he looks calm at this time, the smile in his eyes is mild and sweet, he has actually paid twelve points of strength, the sole of the foot is painful, and the stomach is small. Tearing pain, may cramp at any time.

The Master suddenly said, "I'm just an ordinary old man, but you shouldn't be so solemn."

Ning Quebu said: "Who dare to say that you are an ordinary elderly?"

The tall man leaned forward slightly, and looked down at him from the top. He didn't smile until he saw some hair. "But last night someone said I was a poor old man."

Ning Que felt awkward, but still wanted to do a dying struggle, barely laughed: "Last night drunkenly talking, like the old gentleman and other characters, where would they compare with my post-livelihood."

The eldest son sighed, "When I die, I decide to accept another student at last, but I haven't died yet, and I became the teacher of the dead ghost in his mouth. Why am I so painful?"

Ning Queru was struck by lightning, but still insisted on acting silly as if she didn't understand.

Da Zi looked at him and smiled, said: "The ability to play silly is first-rate in the world, but the clothes behind you are already wet, and my feet are afraid to crush the stone, what else to install?"

Being directly worn, Ning Que is like a broken wine can, and no longer has the strength to persevere. Ouch fell to the ground and rubbed the cramped little tuǐ and the soles of his feet desperately.

The Master looked at him sitting on the ground, sighed, shook his head, and went up the **** with the food container.

The sigh was very light, but it fell like a thunder in Ning Que's ears. I thought my son would be very disappointed with himself. How should it be?

He has gone through all kinds of hardships in this life. I do n’t know how many times he has gone back and forth between life and death before finally walking into the back hill of the academy. With today ’s life, everything comes from this teacher who has never met before, where Can you just watch this jumble?

Ning Que bounced from the ground like he was stung, but limped forward and ran behind him respectfully, reaching for his old man's food box.

Confucius didn't give him the food box, he glanced at Tang Xiaotang standing blankly in the winter grass, waved her to summon her, and then handed the food box in her hand.

Tang Xiaotang finally came awake at this time. From Ning Que's expression and the previous conversation, he confirmed the identity of the tall old man. His hand caught the heavy food box and smiled at Ning Que with a white wolf. Xing Gaocai Lie followed the Confucius to the academy.

Looking at the awe-inspiring view of the Master on the oblique stone steps, Ning Que was extremely frustrated.

He thought he was the youngest student on the second floor of the academy. That is the legendary oldest. With his thick heart and black mouth and sweet patience, he will surely coax the Confucius out of his heart and enjoy it later in the academy. Beloved, but who can think that the old man on the stage of Songhe Tower doesn't look like a serious man, and the old guy who was mocked and ridiculed by himself in the middle of the night is his teacher?

And looking at the situation now, the Master is really afraid that Tang Xiaotang will be put into the second floor of the academy. Doesn't that mean that he has lost his natural protected status?

Out of the mountain fog, he came to the top of Houshan Yaping.

The Master didn't know where he went.

Standing under a ginkgo tree, Tang Xiaotang is enjoying the beautiful scenery of the back hill of the college.

Ning Que walked beside her, silent.

The little white wolf ran on the meadow under the hillside. Perhaps he had never seen such a green meadow like a felt in the wasteland. It was extremely excited. It was getting faster and faster, and it was about to turn into a white lightning.

Suddenly, a flash of black lightning will come out from the diagonal thorn, and it will quickly surpass the little white wolf, just like a cloud of black rain, covering its whole body.

It is the **** horse ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The little white wolf was frightened by the **** horse's momentum. Those horse-hooves like big trees, listening to the sounds of war drum-like hoofs, actually scared it into a ball. I dare not take any action.

Ning Que sneered, ready to brag to Tang Xiaotang beside him about his stubborn goods.

However, today he really is not suitable for sneering, because the next moment, the sneer that has just appeared in his chún corner has once again changed into a helpless expression of shame.

Because the **** horse, who looks quite imposing, is actually a deserter.

A big white goose chased over the meadow, looking funny, but at a very fast speed, especially its high neck, like the ancient crown on someone's head, proud to the extreme .

At the glance of the big white goose, the **** horse hissed in horror—sound, all four hooves flew like lightning, and once again rushed towards the end of the meadow with lightning, panting continuously, and it looked extremely wronged.

(I actually regret it, lea ... this is the second chapter, the next chapter will definitely be late, I will write slowly.)! .