From the night boiling shrouded the cliff to the cyan morning light seeping into the cave, all night, Ning Que was looking at the incision marks on the cave wall, touching those cuts carefully like a blind man, until he felt that the palms of his hands were a little red, and even began to peel off, but he still did not find any secrets left by the little uncle.

After meditating and thinking for ten days, forgetting to sleep and eating and studying for ten days, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in his heart and pretending to be calm for ten days, he was extremely tired, especially his mental state was very tense, and after such a futile night, all these negative things suddenly burst out.

With messy black hair scattered over his shoulders, and a haggard look between his eyebrows and eyes, Ning Que looked at the two books on his knees, and kept muttering to himself what he was reading, but because of his hoarse and weak voice, he couldn't hear it clearly.

Sang Sang walked into the cave with Qing Shui and looked at him worriedly.

Ning Que took the towel and rubbed his face vigorously in a reluctant manner, and when the wet towel wiped off the dry turbidity at the corners of his eyes, he tore out an extremely thin wound, and he frowned again and again in pain.

The wet towel was cold, and I don't know if it was because of exhaustion but pain, and there were two more reds on his cheeks. The crimson color, which appears on the cheeks that are slightly pale due to lack of sun exposure, is not very pretty, but looks very unhealthy, like a person who has been sick for a long time.

The spirit is extremely bad, and the efficiency of reading and learning naturally becomes extremely low, he holds two books and reads them vigorously, but he finds that he seems to be reading the classics in the old book building again, and he has become the waste wood that can't practice again, and the ink words on the paper appear mischievously on the paper, and begin to swim around like tadpoles, and he can't catch 0

He closed the page a little helplessly, closed his eyes and began to review what he had gained a few days ago, but his spirit at this time was too poor, even his brain seemed to be unconscious, and his memory was also greatly deviated.

Under the depression and annoyance, he naturally spoke thoughtfully, and his hoarse and tired voice was so muffled, completely muttering to vent the feelings in his heart.

However, he didn't expect that Sang Sang, who had been sitting quietly beside him with the soles of his shoes, suddenly opened his mouth and said a word, which was actually the answer made by Senior Sister Yu Curtain the day before yesterday.

Ning Que was slightly stunned, and then remembered that the memory of the little maid from the family has always been different.

Sang Sang began to retell what Yu Curtain and Chen Pipi had told two days ago, but Ning Que was in too bad a state at this time, and after listening to it for a while, he waved his hand helplessly, signaling not to continue.

He threw the two books into the futon like garbage, stood up and stretched, yawning slowly to the mouth of the cave, looking out at the world outside the cave.

The cliff behind the mountain behind the academy is really an extremely beautiful, even thrilling world, but even if the lines on the cliff are like knives, they are not real knives after all, and they are always the same lines after looking at them for a long time.

The blue sky before the cliff will never change, and it remains there in silence, where the original beauty is now gradually transformed into the rigid blue paint painted by the most clumsy painter.

The same is true of those flowing clouds and deep fog on the waist of the cliff.

Ning Que looked at the scenery outside the cliff cave, his body was slightly cold and thought, it has only been ten days, and he has been busy practicing these days and has not seen much of the scenery, so he is already tired of it at this time, so if he is really imprisoned in the cliff cave for ten months, or even ten years, then how can he survive?

Just when he began to feel empty, lonely and cold, on the stone path below the cliff, there was a sudden lively sound, and the sound of clothes and footsteps was more of a quarrel.

The scenery of the cliff, which seems to be eternal and unchangeable, suddenly flows and comes alive for some reason with the addition of these sounds, and has a completely different beauty from before.

It turns out that these things of emptiness and loneliness have nothing to do with the scenery, only with people.

"It's too hard to climb! It's terrible! The twelve junior brothers said that we can't come up, and I said that I shouted at the waterfall twice, and it would be good to do your best to be a fellow disciple, but you want to climb here!"

Ninth Senior Brother Beigong Weiyang gasped and complained, angrily waving the antique pipe in his hand, as if he wanted to drive all the people who traveled with him off the cliff, the mountain wind drilled into the pipe and then came out, making a low whimper, as if crying, but more like his breath at this time.

The fifth senior brother wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off the dripping wooden chessboard behind his back, looked at him and said with a mockery: "But we have climbed up after all." ”

Beigong Weiyang cautiously moved two steps to the edge of the cliff, glanced down, and then took a few steps back like lightning, patted his chest and said, "I'm just worried that I won't be able to go down later." ”

Seven senior brothers came to visit him together, Ning Que was very moved, standing at the mouth of the cliff cave, excitedly waiting for them to come to greet him, but after waiting for a long time, he found that they were still only quarreling with each other, and finally couldn't help but remind loudly: "Hey, I'm here!"

The disciples of the back mountain of the academy are often crazy and do their own things on weekdays, and the back mountain is too big, so they can't see each other every day, and sometimes they can't see each other for dozens of days, but the friendship between the same disciples will not be a little weak because of this.

The senior brothers were worried that the little junior brother would be imprisoned in the cliff cave, the grass was too lonely, and the complaints were too strong, so they made a special trip to ask the master for instructions, and got permission to go up the mountain to visit, so they came together.

However, when they really saw the haggard and pale little junior brother in the cave, they didn't know what to say, because no matter from which point of view, these idiot people in the back of the academy are really not good at comforting or explaining people.

Everyone turned their attention to Wang Zhi, because they all knew that he liked the art of reasoning, and the most important thing was that he was the eleventh rank, the youngest of all the people who went up the mountain, so of course this difficult task had to be entrusted to him.

Wang Zhi was silent for a long time, silently organized words and sentences in his heart for a long time, and finally thought of what to say, squeezed out a hypocritical smile with difficulty, looked at Ning Que and said seriously: "Since the teacher doesn't stop us from going up the mountain to see you, then we will come to see you every day in the future. ”

Ning Que's face suddenly darkened, and he said, "Senior Brother Eleven, I'm not one of those wildflowers in the mountains and forests who can only interpret and can't speak, can you say something auspicious?"

The fifth senior brother hurriedly carried the chessboard to the front of the circle, sat down in front of the line at the entrance of the cliff cave with a smile, threw the chess urn containing the sunspots into Ning Que's arms, and said: "How to solve your worries, the only way to play chess ears." ”

Ning Que held the chess urn and said helplessly: "My body can't cross the line, how can I play chess?"

The fifth senior brother thought about it for a while, stretched out his hand and asked the chess urn back, and then said: "You dictate, I will let the eighth senior brother do it for you." ”

The eighth senior brother flicked the wide sleeves of his hospital uniform, and walked over like a fairy, and then sat down next to the fifth senior brother, glanced at Ning Que and said, "Little junior brother, although it is to relieve your boredom and amusement, you also have to be serious." Even though I'm doing it for you, I still don't want to lose to him. ”

Beigong Weiyang sneered beside him and said, "I heard that the teacher gave the little junior brother three books, looking at his demeanor now, he only consumes a lot of energy, where is the spirit to play chess with you?"

Ning Que thought to himself that what he said was really appropriate and reliable.

Beigong Weiyang turned his head to look at Ning Que and said, "Little junior brother, it's better for me and Ximen to play a song to calm your mind and calm your mind." ”

Ning Que was silent for a while, looked at the fifth senior brother and said, "Senior brother, I'll go first." ”

The sound of the piano is comprehensive, the sound of the flute is elegant and far-reaching, the chess pieces fall on the dripping wood chessboard and make a crisp and moving sound, from time to time the angry rebuke of the fifth senior brother sounds, and the eighth senior brother is angry and mediocre for Ning Que to keep supporting him, countless sounds are mixed together, where is there anything wonderful to speak of, and the chaos is indescribable.

At this time, the cliff cave cliff, where is there still a little lonely and lonely, lively like the vegetable market in the south of Chang'an in the early morning, Ning Que is holding a sunspot, thinking a little dazed, this is also a retreat?

He suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the emptiness, loneliness, and coldness he had before.

The fourth senior brother, who had been silent, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and sternly drove those idiots away from the entrance of the cave, and then looked at Ning Que, who was relieved, and said, "Everyone is also kind. ”

Ning Que responded sincerely: "I can understand it." ”

The fourth senior brother said again: "What we people have learned, it is not helpful for you to break the level, I came here today mainly to cheer you on, I don't know what you want?"

Ning Que smiled and shook his head, ready to let Sang Sang make tea for the senior brothers to drink, although he is now a prisoner of the academy, but there is really some good tea in the grass hut.

However, when he looked at Sangsang, he found that the little girl was standing on the edge of the cliff with the sixth senior brother at this time, pointing at the grass hut, not knowing what he was talking about, and the sixth senior brother kept nodding honestly.

When the sixth senior brother walked back to the cave, everyone knew what he and Sang Sang were discussing earlier.

The two of them are actually preparing to completely renovate the thatched hut, not to mention the reinforcement and renovation, the most important thing is to build a rain corridor to directly connect the thatched hut with the cliff cave.

If it is in the flat land, a renovation project of this scale is naturally nothing, but the cliff is suspended between the cliffs of the back mountain, and the transportation of materials alone is a great problem.

Beigong Weiyang glanced at the steep and narrow stone path, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

His hunch was right.

The fourth senior brother looked at everyone coldly and said, "You have to do it." ”

It looks like they are all idiots who are obsessed with the music and rhythm of the chess table and the flower tree, and they are all powerless people, but after all, they are all the personal disciples of the master, and in fact, they are all strong people who have already entered the realm of the Cave Xuan.

New trees and old stones, countless materials were continuously sent to the cliff floor, and then handed over to the sixth senior brother to build by himself, and in less than half a day, this seemingly difficult work was completed by the way.

The thatched hut by the cliff was raised by one floor, fixed by fourteen beams along the cliff, and Wang Zhi secretly went to the grass hut on the other side of the mountain to steal some of the teacher's favorite frost-colored grass, and locked it on the beam by a thin iron chain, which not only looked beautiful and generous, but also did not have to worry about any storms after that.

The rain corridor between the thatched hut and the cliff cave is more exquisitely designed, the thin tree without stripping the bark is horizontally in the air, covered with six straw mats that the seventh senior sister snatched from the second senior brother's yard, the straw mats have been torn open many small holes, and the faint green vines run through it, adding a lot of business to the sky.

Ning Que stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the brand-new and extremely beautiful cliff flat, looking at those senior brothers covered in mud and sweat smirking at the green vines in the rain corridor, and suddenly felt that the slightly cold wind in the mountains had become warmer.

(To be continued)