"Zhiyu doesn't know what cultivation is, but my aunt said, Teacher, you are a rare great cultivator in the world, can you teach me what cultivation is."

Hearing the little girl learn to speak with an adult's kiss, Tang Ning was a little unaccustomed. After all, she's just too small. Now she is only a six-year-old girl, and although she is tall, she is not as tall as her waist.

It is obviously unreasonable for such a young child to speak so logically. Tang Ning frowned, looked at the ridicule in the eyes of the thin old man, and understood.

"Do you want to practice?"

"I want to ...... I think...... I want to ......"

The little girl thought about the words spoken by her aunt when she left Momoyama, and she wanted to obey her aunt's wishes, but in the end she couldn't resist her wishes.

"I don't want to practice."

Tang Ning smiled slightly, and said to the thin old man: "The old lady is really interesting, although you have calculated that I will ask this, but you are not sure of Zhiyu's thoughts." ”

The thin old man's face was slightly red, he arched his hand, and sighed: "Let Mr. see it and smile." ”

"Zhiyu, since you don't want to practice, why don't you tell your aunt?"

Zhiyu frowned, thinking very seriously.

"Auntie wants Zhiyu to practice, although Zhiyu doesn't like it, and has resisted, but this old ......"

Zhiyu glanced at the thin old man, glutinous and speechless. Seeing this, Tang Ning quipped: "Old Wei, are you old and strong?" A child, as far as it goes? ”

The thin old man was full of helplessness, looked at Zhiyu, who was quite quiet and sensible, and arched his hand: "Since Zhiyu has been delivered, the old man will not bother, so he will leave." Zhiyu was handed over to Mr., and the old lady hoped that Mr. could teach Zhiyu with his heart so that he could help him...... Well, enter the path of cultivation. ”

As he spoke, the thin old man turned and went out of the house, and soon after, he came to Tangning with a wooden spear.

"The old lady said that this girl is very active, and she uses the sword, for fear that it will leave trouble. This wooden plum blossom gun was carefully made by the old lady with the strength of the entire Tang family and took two years to build. ”

Tang Ning took the plum blossom gun, tried it in his hand, and said loudly: "Well, this gun is quite suitable." It's just that I'm a swordsman, how can the old lady be sure that I won't go the other way? ”

"The old lady said that the sword is a gentleman's weapon, and it is not suitable for the girl's family. Although the old lady did not know whether the husband knew marksmanship, the old lady said that he would not interfere in the matter of teaching. It would be best if the gentleman could teach, but if he couldn't ......"

Tang Ning pulled a gun and stood in the surprised gaze of the thin old man.

Squeak squeak~

When the gun was collected, the bluestone path under the carriage outside the door suddenly had a bottomless gun hole.

"Coincidentally, I'm not only a swordsman, but also a spearman."

The thin old man's expression moved slightly, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and he left.

Before getting into the carriage, he looked down at the gun holes in the ground. The slightly cloudy small eyes are shining.

The depth of this gun hole, with the current cultivation of the thin old man, it is impossible to see through.

The hole pierced by the gun is very round, and the ground is obviously paved with bluestone, but there is not a trace of cracks.

Such a strange gun hole was just something that Tang Ning did casually.

The carriage slowly moved forward in the bumps, and out of Baihua Alley, the thin old man showed a smile, stroked his beard and leaned back on the carriage, and muttered, "I'm afraid it's not a monster." ”

"Hey, it's appropriate, the old lady originally wanted to raise a little monster. Now that Zhiyu is by his side, I am afraid that in more than ten years, the name of the little monster of the Tang family will spread all over the world. ”

In Mingde Academy, Nian Zhiyu looked at the spear in Tang Ning's hand and said loudly: "Teacher, this gun is mine." ”

Seeing that the thin old man had just left, Zhiyu's little face showed a trace of reluctance. Seeing this, Tang Ning shook the spear in his hand, and the body of the spear trembled and galloped away, leaving only a black shadow in the air.

Zhiyu's eyes moved with the black shadow, and he saw the plum blossom spear whistling through the courtyard, as if it was flying in the air like a spirit. After a few breaths, the jet-black plum blossom spear floated above the courtyard, and the black tip of the spear gently sank into the ground.

"Zhiyu, this spear will stand there, when can you take out the spear, when will it be yours."

Zhiyu's delicate and fair little face suddenly appeared incomprehensible, and in addition to being incomprehensible, there seemed to be some slight grievances.

It's just that the incomprehension and grievances only exist for a moment, and then disappear without a trace.

The little girl thought of the dashing meaning of the plum blossom spear when it flew in the air, and walked quickly to the spear.

Zhiyu reached out and touched the slightly cold body of the spear, clenching the spear with both hands, trying to pull out the spear on the ground with force.

The hands were exerted, the spear did not move at all, and the little face was also surging with blood and turning crimson because of the exertion.

The little girl let go of her hands and looked at the spear that had not changed in the slightest, and a trace of unyielding intent suddenly swelled up.

Hold the long sword again, lift it hard, but no matter how hard you try, the plum blossom spear is always the same.

Tang Ning smiled slightly, watching Zhiyu's tireless efforts, and couldn't help but have a strange thought.

"The little girl looks so cute and charming, how do you look at it, how she doesn't look like an old guy's child."

Four years later, Zhiyu still insisted on getting the gun.

It's just that in the past four years, she has been accompanying the other two children more often to endorse, and now that four years have passed, Xiao Zhiyu is no longer childish.

Looking at the plum blossom gun inserted in the ground without any movement, Zhiyu tried again, but failed again.

"Senior brother, why does Senior Sister always want it

^0^ Remember for a second

Try to take out that spear? ”

Chen Changsheng, who was already six years old, looked at the scroll in his hand and glanced at the senior sister who was trying to draw a gun, his eyes were full of incomprehension.

The rest of the people chuckled when they heard this, and said lightly: "This may be the obsession mentioned in the book." ”

It has been more than six years since I came to this world, and Centennial College has only three students in its fourth year, and two of them are only registered students.

In the past four years, Middlebury College has never entered the eyes of the world. The three children in the academy naturally never appeared in front of the world.

Not even a few people know that there are people living here in Baihua Lane, which is in ruins.

For many people, Baihua Lane has long been a forbidden area, except for a very few people with intentions, no one knows what is happening here.

Mingde College is not very large, and this house is much smaller than the National Education College and Baicao Garden.

Although the courtyard is not large, it is not small in the divine capital.

The entrance to the gate is the shadow wall, through the hanging flower gate is the second entrance to the main entrance, opposite the main entrance is the inverted room, which has now been changed into ten independent rooms, used as a disciple's dormitory.

The second into the courtyard, the left and right sides are wings, a large open space in the courtyard, except for the path is the garden.

In the garden, in addition to flowers and plants, there are some tall rockeries, and under the rockery is a small pond dug out by manpower.

The small pond is more than wide, and the water is as clear as a mountain stream, and you can even see the red koi at the bottom of the river. On both sides of the pond bank, strange fruit trees are planted, and colorful flowers are in full bloom at this time.

The fragrance of the flower attracts the bee butterfly, a large colorful butterfly, which flutters its wings and flies from the flower. The wings floated, with bursts of fragrance, and flew towards the courtyard gate.

In front of the gate of the third courtyard, two tall and lush precious trees stand on both sides. The butterfly flew high and circled above the tree for a moment, before it fluttered its wings and passed through the three-way gate.

The colorful butterflies entered three times and flew above a spacious bluestone slab. Butterfly wings stretch, flying in the open space flanked by a forest of college classrooms.

It seems to be less interesting, and this colorful butterfly follows the fragrance of flowers boringly and returns to the second entrance.

Zhiyu stepped into the gate of the courtyard, walked through a clearing, and walked towards the three-story building behind the clearing.

When I came to the small building, I looked up and saw a huge plaque hanging on it.

The plaque is very ordinary, and there are only three extraordinarily pale red characters on it, saying: Old Book Building.

The plaque was naturally made by Tang Ning himself, and the name naturally refers to the name of the old book building of the academy.

Of course, this old book building was rebuilt by Downing's own hands, and it's not just the name that resembles it here.

Even the layout is completely similar to the old book building in my memory.

In addition to the books on the shelves, there are only a few tables and chairs in the old library.

On the opposite side of the table and chair, there is an ink painting of a group of people.

The group of people was very strange, some people hung water scoops on their waists, some people stood up with swords and high hats, straightened their bodies, and some people sat at the desk and held a pen.

These people gathered around an old man in the room, dressed in a long black robe, sitting on a stool.

I can't see the specific facial features clearly, but it gives people a feeling of inexplicable enjoyment.

The old man held the chopsticks in his right hand and reached out to the small pot on the stone table with the lid removed. I couldn't tell what it was in the small pot, but judging from the few strokes of heat, it should be some kind of unknowable delicacy.

Nian Zhiyu, who failed to get the gun again, walked into the old study building, sat in front of the table and chair, looked at the portrait on the wall in a daze, and muttered: "Master, what should I do to take out the plum blossom gun?" ”

Although the painting felt strange, and although the people in the portrait could not see the specific face, Zhiyu felt a sense of familiarity from the man in the long robe and holding the flute.

Although she didn't know if the person was the teacher, she had heard the other people mention that the flute attracted butterflies.

After confirming that person was the teacher, he knew that the dozen or so people in the portrait were the most important people in the teacher.

The old man surrounded by these people, although it seems to be plain and unremarkable, and even faintly makes people subconsciously ignore it, but judging from the actions of the person in the painting, it must be the teacher's teacher.

Zhiyu didn't know how to call the old man, so he could only talk about it as his ancestor.

Two years ago, Zhiyu memorized all the books in the old bookstore, and when she thought she could pull out the spear, she failed.

A year ago, Zhiyu reopened all the books, and after feeling it again, she tried to pull out the spear, but it still ended in failure.

Zhiyu, who refused to admit defeat, buried herself in the book again, but after she gained again, she took the gun again, but she still failed.

Now four years have passed, and in the past four years, Zhiyu is no longer the careless and sensible little girl.

I also know that the spear standing in the courtyard is a test left by the teacher.

Four years ago, the teacher asked her, "Zhiyu, do you want to practice?" ”

Her answer was: No.

Four years later, she wanted to practice, but there was no way out.

Little Zhiyu three years ago: "Teacher, when will Zhiyu be able to practice?" ”

Tang Ning with a mysterious smile on his face: "Don't worry, if you want to practice, you are still a little bit away." ”

Xiao Zhiyu two years ago: "Teacher, when will you be able to teach Zhiyu to practice?" ”

Tang Ning with a smile on his face: "Xiao Zhiyu, if you want to practice, you are still a little close, just a little bit." ”

Zhiyu a year ago: "Teacher, when will I start practicing like you?" ”

Tang Ning, who was expressionless: "Zhiyu."

^0^ Remember for a second

Ah, just a little bit, being a teacher can teach you to embark on the path of cultivation. ”

Now Zhiyu doesn't want to ask anymore, she always feels that her master is fooling herself.

Say a little bit better, why do you feel worse and worse every time you give yourself?

No one can solve Zhiyu's confusion, maybe Tang Ning can, but Tang Ning obviously doesn't want to do so. And the three students of Mingde College, just like the broken temple in the original book, no one has stepped into the road of cultivation.

The difference is that Chen Changsheng and the rest of the two take cultivation very lightly, while Zhiyu takes it very seriously.

Within four years, Zhiyu asked Wang Jiaoxi and Shang Jiaoxi, but both of them shirked because the time had not come.

It's been four years, Zhiyu has thought about giving up, and she has also thought about setting fire to the academy in a fit of anger, but every time she is about to take action, she will see the plum blossom gun trembling slightly in the wind.

Because of this, Zhiyu will be attracted to the spear every time, and then forget the original intention of giving up and setting fire.

Today, Zhiyu decided to give up, and she decided to leave the academy.

Zhiyu left, not taking anything with him, and when he went out, he didn't squint, and turned a deaf ear to the slight trembling sound.

Under the gaze of Chen Changsheng and the rest of the people, she firmly stepped out of Mingde Academy.

She walked as fast as she could, fleeing as if she were afraid to be drawn to the spear.

When I left the courtyard, I saw the teacher who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and also saw the teacher's slightly pale face.

Zhiyu hesitated and wanted to step forward to say goodbye to the teacher, but finally shook his head, saluted silently, and stopped looking at the teacher.

When Zhiyu came to the gate, he saw the gun hole in his memory. Zhiyu lowered his head, and his big eyes were filled with tears. Reaching out and touching the gun hole, he turned and walked into Mingde College.

When Zhiyu entered Mingde Academy again, his little face seemed to be a little confused, and he looked at the teacher in the courtyard, and finally could only sigh and walk towards the old book building again.

When Zhiyu's figure disappeared in front of the second door, Tang Ning opened his eyes, looked at the disappeared back, and smiled faintly.

"Zhiyu, Zhiyu, why are you always so little behind?"

"Zhiyu's current embarrassment, isn't it because Brother Tang you deliberately did it?"

Wang Zhice didn't know when, he appeared next to Tang Ning, lying on another chair, shaking a folding fan.

"What? Brother Wang, this is sneaking out again, hiding in the dark to see the thorny hibiscus flower? ”

Wang Zhice's hand holding the teacup shook slightly, glanced at Tang Ning, who was teasing, took a sip of tea slowly, and said loudly: "Brother Tang, in my opinion, Zhiyu has done a good job. ”

"But I think she could be better. As my disciple, there is no best, only better. ”

Wang Zhice sighed, smiled freely, and said, "Brother Tang is really strict, do you want Zhiyu to be able to touch the Holy Realm as soon as he enters the cultivation?" ”

"What's wrong with being on top overnight?"

"Ahem, Brother Tang, I think you're a little whimsical. However, I am looking forward to your whims. Not to mention anything else, if there are people in this world who can do it, I think it must be Zhiyu. ”

"Brother Wang can't say this, there are so many geniuses in this world. After all, it is the waves behind the river that push the waves ahead, and a generation of new people is better than the old people. ”

"It's also reasonable, Yu Yu and Changsheng are also very good, if there is no accident between the two of them, they should be able to catch up with me, a historical benchmark."

Tang Ning was stunned when he heard this, and he suddenly found that since Wang Zhice entered the talisman and appreciated the ability of no distance, it seemed to have changed a lot.

Although he was also domineering in the past, he was always humble. But now even this kind of shameless words can be said calmly, which is really cheeky enough.

But after thinking about it, he is indeed qualified to become a historical benchmark after gathering stars overnight.

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