Situ Yilan's eyes widened...... Staring at the lawn burning like a wildfire in the sunset, staring at the pair of master and servant who were drifting away in the lawn driveway, he couldn't help but put his hands on his waist and muttered: "This person is really interesting." ”

Ning Que didn't think there was any point in these things, arguing with a group of little kids didn't make any sense except wasting time, he was thinking more about it now, according to the curriculum of the academy, there was a lot of free time left for students, and he should use that time to do something meaningful, such as killing people to earn money.

Lying on the bed of the old bizhai, he looked at the name on the oiled paper and asked, "Are you ready?"

Sang Sang was oiling the sharpened Pu knife, lowered his head and replied, "The new cloth cover and old clothes are ready, but what hairstyle are you going to comb this time, young master?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "You are in charge of this kind of small matter. ”

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

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

Ning Que looked at the name of Chen Dongcheng on the oil paper, looked at the simple information below, and explained after a pause: "We don't know when to kill someone, and the government will investigate the case in the future, so it will not be easy to deduce something through the law of time." ”

"There is no law in the world, but when more people are killed, there will naturally be a pattern. ”

Sang Sang inserted the bright Pu knife in his hand back into the sheath, walked to the head of the bed to look at Ning Que's face, and said seriously: "This is what you taught me when I was a child, young master, no matter how you hide yourself, the government will always find the reason for your killing from the identities of these people you killed in the future." ”

"The general's mansion is dead, and all the mountain villages in Yanjing have been slaughtered. Ning Que smiled and replied, "Even if the imperial court finally found out that the murderer's purpose was to avenge these two things, how could it find out about me?"

"Maybe you can't find out on you, young master, but the court knows who you want to kill, then they can protect your killing target in a targeted manner, and even directly use those names as bait traps. At that time, even if the young master knows that those people are surrounded by people from the imperial court, won't they kill them?"

Ning Que quietly looked at the little maid's eyes, suddenly laughed, and said, "You rarely think about so many things. ”

"I'm not really stupid, I'm just too lazy to think about it. Sangsang muttered under her breath, as for why she was willing to think about these things that would normally be too troublesome today, or she herself didn't understand.

Ning Que understood, so the background of his pupils became a little warm, and he looked at her and said with a smile: "I promise you, after killing two or three more, I will rest for a while, and then I will honestly study in the academy." ”

Sang Sang laughed, a relaxed look finally appeared on his slightly dark little face, and said: "Yes, the academy is such a good place, the young master can know so many talented people of the same age, you should cherish it." ”

Ning Que was very uncomfortable with Sang Sang suddenly becoming an attacker, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, looked at the roof, and his right hand stretched out in the quilt was counting with his fingers, the so-called same age, in fact, he was eight years older than them, right?

On the second day, the academy officially opened for teaching, Ning Que and Sang Sang got up early in the morning again, washed and ate, Sang Sang stood at the door of the store to see each other, and Ning Que boarded the carriage alone. The master and servant are now a big family with a net worth of more than two thousand taels, and although they are still thrifty, they don't mind renting a carriage for a long time.

As soon as the sky was bright, the south gate of Chang'an City was opened, and more than a dozen carriages branded with obvious college logos came out one after another, looking at the number of carriages, most of the students in the academy were still unwilling to go back and forth, and chose to live on campus for a long time.

Along the willow shade official road to the south, all the way to see the flowers, see the fields and see the water shadow, the curtains lifted, goodbye to the steep mountain and the meadow flowers and trees at the foot of the mountain stretching like the sea, although it is the second time to see this scene, Ning Que still can't help but sigh again, as if such a wonderful fairyland can actually appear in the world, in the bustling and noisy suburbs of Chang'an.

More than ten black carriages climbed on the green meadow, and arrived at the main gate of the college in a short time, and the students got off one after another, waving their hands to each other and saluting.

The young students wore the blue left shirt of the college, the boys wore black headscarves, and the girls wore ebony buns to pull up their black hair, which lined with the simple stone door of the Yin Yin lawn, which looked particularly refreshing, and matched with the unique vigor and vitality of the young people's faces, facing the rising sun of the East...... The breath of youth spreads in all directions.

Ning Que tidied up the cyan school uniform on his left placket, took out the small bronze mirror that Sang Sang had stuffed into the package at night, looked at whether the black Luo turban on the top of his head was crooked, and only after confirming that it was correct did he get out of the carriage.

Yesterday's admission test, in addition to the face of Jin Xie to carry the three people, it is the most conspicuous of him, the big dark horse that tame the big dark horse, the students who are hustle and bustle at the gate of the courtyard see him, and they did not avoid it because of jealousy, but warmly welcomed e, and chewed on the recent situation of the thief, and reported the door of the house and other answers.

The bell rang quietly in the depths of the academy, and the students stopped talking, and walked up the stairs in the morning light, the corners of the cyan school uniforms were blown up by the morning breeze, and the headscarves and hair buns were gradually separated, and there was an inexplicable feeling of dust.

Ning Que, who deliberately slowed down and landed at the back of the crowd, raised his head in the morning sun, looked at the scene in front of him, his heart moved slightly, and he did not speed up his pace, but looked more and more carefully at the main entrance of the academy in front of him, which was as simple as three stone pillars, and the ordinary study houses around the stone steps.

Yesterday, His Majesty of the Academy came in person, the honor guard was strict and he was busy looking at the exam results, he didn't take a serious look at the academy to give people such a strong sense of dust, and the mountain behind the academy that was half hidden between the clouds gave people such a strong sense of oppression, but why didn't he find anything special here from yesterday to this morning?

A few years ago, Ning Que didn't know what the academy was, he only knew how to distinguish the smell of animal urine, and how to calculate the flight trajectory of the feather arrow, until General Chengma signed up for him, he began to gradually have some understanding of the academy, such as those glorious histories and countless former sages.

I don't know why, he insisted that the academy in front of him should not be as simple as it seems, it should not just be an educational institution that cultivates talents for the Tang Empire, but should be loaded with greater significance.

"A random outcast from the academy is the Great Sword Master, the old man Lu Qingchen and Her Royal Highness the princess mentioned the academy with great respect, but why are the people here similar to me, and I don't see anything special?"

He lifted the black Luo turban on his head and muttered to himself.

At this time, he had walked alone through the main entrance of the academy, passed through the stone lawn, far away from the main building, and walked in an alleyway where the morning light had not yet spilled in.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the quiet alleyway.

"There is no special place in the world, the palace is like this, the Haotian Temple is like this, and those unknowable places are like this, so what can be special about the academy?"

Listening to the slanderous voice, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand in his sleeve suddenly collapsed, ready to take the big black umbrella in the cloth cover behind him at any time, the environment in which he had been living since he was a child made him instinctively judge that any sudden situation was dangerous.

A scholar appeared in front of the alley at some point.

The scholar wore an old cotton robe that looked too thick in the spring, and a pair of broken straw sandals at his feet, both the old cotton robe and the broken straw shoes were full of dust, as if they had not been washed for many years, but for some reason this person looked unusually clean.

From body to mind, it's clean.

The scholar holds a book in his right hand and 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, and the right hand in his sleeve gradually relaxed.

This is the academy, no one has the courage to do anything wrong here today, and although this scholar is covered in dust, he gives people a feeling of being clean and innocent, no matter who sees him, they will subconsciously want to be close to him, as if he should be believed in everything he says and does.

Ning Que's body relaxed, but his mood became extremely nervous on the contrary, because he felt that he believed in this scholar who suddenly appeared, and for him, who had struggled between life and death since he was a child and was determined to stop trusting anyone for the rest of his life, this kind of unprovoked and irresistible sense of trust was a very terrifying thing.

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

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

How does this person know if there is an umbrella or a big black umbrella in the cloth cover behind me? Ning Que felt that his lips and tongue were thirsty, and he couldn't speak at all, and after being silent for a long time, he shook his head firmly.

The scholar sighed with some regret, walked past him with the scroll, and never looked at Ning Que again, until he walked outside a remote side door of the academy.

Outside the side gate of the academy was a lonely ox cart.

The scholar walked to the side of the carriage, saluted the chief of the carriage very seriously, and then sat down on the wheel and picked up the bullwhip.

An ordinary old man's voice in the carriage came out with the rich aroma of wine: "He won't change with you?"

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

In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Apocalypse, the master took his eldest apprentice and began another trip to the country.

I don't know how many jugs of wine he will have to drink on this trip.

Chop a few pounds of plums on a few mountains.