Nightfall

Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 79 Lesson One

(Today I struggled to discuss the plot with my friends, and then deleted all the plots of about two thousand words in the middle, because that paragraph is not particularly necessary, and ... I revised it in the previous chapter, but I really feel like I write like a dog Shit, the chapter name is still wrong, nothing else, just report the **** mentality to everyone, and hope that the ones written below are not shit.)

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Situ Yilan opened his eyes wide, staring at the lawn burning like a wildfire in the sunset, and staring at the pair of masters and servants in the lawn driveway, he couldn't help but support his waist with his hands, grunting: "This man really interesting."

Ning Que did n’t think what these things meant, and arguing with a group of fart children, it did n’t make any sense except for 1ang. It was more of a consideration now. According to the academy ’s curriculum arrangement, there were so many free time He should use that time to do something meaningful, such as making money by killing and killing people.

Lying on the netg of Lao Bi Zhai, he looked at the name on the oil paper and asked, "Are you ready?"

Sang Sang was applying grease to the grinded Piao knife, and he lowered his head and replied, "New cloth covers and old clothes are ready, but what type are you going to comb this time, Master? Or is it the Lunar Kingdom?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "You are the master of such things."

Sang Sang raised his head and asked, "When are you going to kill?"

"This guy lives in Dongcheng, not far from us, and kills whenever he wants to kill."

Ning Que looked at the name Chen Dongcheng on the oil paper, looked at the following simple information, and then paused and explained: "We don't know when we will kill people. The government will investigate the case in the future and it will not be easy to pass the law of time Calculate something. "

"There is no law in the world, but if there are too many people killed, there will naturally be a law."

Sang Sang looked at Ning Que's face with the bright Pudao netg in his hand and said seriously: "This is the time when Master taught me, no matter how you hide yourself, the government will always be able to kill these people from you in the future. Identity, find the reason for your murder. "

"The general's palace is dead, and all the villages in Yanjing are slaughtered." Ning Que smiled and replied: "Even if the purpose of the court's final murderer is to inform the enemy of these two things, how can they find me? Come?"

"Maybe I ca n’t find you, but the court knows who you want to kill, so they can protect your murder target against xìng, and even use those names directly as a bait trap. By that time, even if you know the master, There are court people around you, don't you kill them? "

Ning Que quietly looked at shìnv's eyes and suddenly laughed, saying, "You rarely think about so many things."

"I'm not really stupid, I usually just don't bother to think." Sang Sang murmured, as for why she would like to think about these things that would be too troublesome on weekdays, or she didn't understand it herself.

Ning Que understands, so the eyes of his eyes become a little warmer, looking at her and smiling, said: "I promise you, after killing two or three, I will rest for a while, then I will honestly study in the college."

Sang Sang laughed, and finally a light expression appeared on his dark face, saying, "Yeah, such a good place in the academy. The young master can recognize so many talents of the same age, so cherish it."

Ning Que was so uncomfortable that Sang Sang suddenly turned into aggression. She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, looked at the roof, and the right hand stretched out under the bed was counting with her fingers. Are you seven or eight years old?

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On the second day, the academy officially opened classes. Ning Que and Sang Sang got up again early in the morning. After washing and eating, Sang Sang stood at the shop mén, and Ning Que was alone on the carriage. The two masters and servants are now big households with a net worth of two thousand and two. Although frugality is still the case, they have not minded the extravagant carriage for many years.

As soon as the day was bright, Changan city south was open, and dozens of carriages branded with obvious college logos came out one after another. Looking at the number of carriages, most of the students in the college were still reluctant to go back and forth and chose to live for long periods.

Going south along Liuyinguan Road, seeing hua, tiantian and shuiying all the way, the curtains were raised, and goodbye to the steep rising mountain and the rolling meadow hua tree at the foot of the mountain, although this is the second time I saw this scenery, Ning Que still couldn't help feeling again, as if such wonderful wonderland could actually appear in the world, in the bustling and noisy suburb of Chang'an.

More than ten black horse-drawn carriages climbed on the green meadows, and soon arrived at the college academy mén. The students got out of the car and greeted each other to salute the cold. Many inpatients who entered the examination room together yesterday greeted each other.

The young students uniformly wore the blue left robe of the academy, the boys wore black hoods, and the nv students used the ebony bun as the hairpin to set up the black bark, which was very refreshing against the simple grass mén of the lawn. Coupled with the vigorous vitality unique to the young people's faces, facing the rising sun in the east, a breath called Qingnet spread out.

Ning Que sorted out the left school shirt, and took out the copper mirror that Sang Sangye had stuffed into the package in the night. After seeing whether the black Luo headscarf was crooked, he walked out of the carriage after confirming it was correct.

In the admission test yesterday, in addition to Xie Chengyun in the Southern Jin Dynasty, he was the most conspicuous **** horse that tamed the **** horse. The students who were in the courtyard at the school mén saw him and did not stay away because of jealousy. , But greeted warmly, and it is a good story to tell each other, self-reporter mén and the like.

The bells deep in the academy sounded quietly, and the students stopped talking. They stepped up in the morning light. The corners of the school uniforms were lifted by the morning wind. The turbans and buns were gradually divided. sense.

Deliberately slowing down the pace of Ning Que, who fell to the last of the crowd, raised his head in the morning sun, and looked at the scene in front of him. His heart moved slightly, and he did not speed up the pace. The academy of three stone pillars is the mén, as well as the ordinary bookstore buildings of Ping Zhou above the stone steps.

Yesterday, Your Majesty's College came in person, with a ceremonial guard and busy with exams to see the list. He didn't read it carefully. The Academy gave people such a strong sense of dust, and the mountain behind the courtyard that was half hidden between clouds A strong sense of oppression, but why did he not show anything special here from yesterday to this morning?

Ning Que did not know where the college was a few years ago. He only knew how to distinguish the taste of the beast and how to calculate the flight trajectory of the feather arrow. It was not until General Weicheng Ma signed up for him that he began to gradually learn from the college. Some knowledge, such as those glorious history, countless former sages and famous names.

I do n’t know why, he insisted that the academy in front of him should not be as simple as what he saw. It should not be just an educational institution that cultivates talents for the Datang Empire, but should carry a greater significance-the reason Such understanding is probably related to what I saw and heard on the journey back from the grassland.

"An abandonment came out of the academy at random, the great swordsman. Old man Lu Qingchen and Her Royal Highness mentioned that the academy looked very respectful, but why are the people here similar to me, and have not seen any special places?"

He raised the headband on his head and murmured to himself.

At this time, he had walked alone through the academy mén of the academy, passed through the Shiping, away from the main building, and walked in an alleyway where the morning light had not yet spilled. It was very quiet in this alleyway when the students were excited to talk with friends.

A sound suddenly sounded in the quiet alley.

"There are no special places in the world, such as the imperial palace, the temple of Haotian, and the unknown places, so what is special about the academy?"

Listening to this voice, Ning Queshen did not change, but his right hand in his sleeve collapsed violently. He was always ready to get the **** umbrella in the cloth cover behind him. It is determined to be dangerous.

I don't know when a scholar appeared in front of the lane.

The scholar has wide eyebrows and a simple and friendly look. He wore an old cotton robe that was too thick in the net day, and he wore a pair of straw shoes under his feet. Both the old cotton robe and the straw shoes were covered with dust, as if unknown I have n’t washed it in years, but I do n’t know why this person looks very clean.

From body to mind, it is clean.

The scholar held a book in his right hand with a wooden scoop tied around his waist. Ning Que's gaze went back and forth between the book and the wooden scoop, and finally fell on the scholar's face. The right hand in his sleeve gradually relaxed.

This is the academy. No one in the whole world has the courage to dare to do anything wrong here, and although this scholar is covered with dust, he gives a clean and naked feeling. No matter who sees him, he will think subconsciously To be trusted with him, as if what he said and done should be believed.

Ning Que's body relaxed, but his mood became extremely tense on the contrary, because he felt that he believed in the scholar who appeared suddenly, and for him who struggled between life and death since childhood and decided to no longer trust anyone in his life This sense of trust that is unreasonably strong and irresistible is very scary.

He couldn't be hostile to this scholar at all, and what made him more frightened was that he had a very clear feeling. Even if he took out the **** umbrella behind him, there was no way to pose any threat to the scholar in front of him.

The scholar wearing a cotton robe smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the cloth cover behind Ning Que, as if he could see what was inside. He patted the wooden scoop on the waist and asked, "That umbrella is good behind you, do you want to change it?"

How does this person know if there is an umbrella in the cloth cover behind me or a **** umbrella? Ning Que felt thirsty in her net tongue and could not speak at all. After a long silence, she shook her head firmly.

The scholar sighed in regret, and walked by his side with the scroll ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Never looked at Ning Que again, and walked to a remote side mén of the college.

A lone ox cart was parked outside the mén beside the college.

The scholar walked to the side of the car and saluted the coach very seriously, then sat on the cowl and picked up the bullwhip.

An ordinary old man's voice in the compartment accompanied by a strong wine smell came out: "Won't he change it with you?"

The scholar shook his head with a smile, then waved the bullwhip, and the bullock cart slowly began to move forward.

In the thirteen-year net of the Apocalypse, Master took his apprentice to start another trip to the country.

I do not know how many pots of wine he will drink on this trip.

Cut a few pounds of plum on a few mountains.

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(Very good, this chapter is finally no shit, the chapter name is also good.)