The big black horse was grazing with his head down, and the dead grass in the deep winter was tasteless, and the more he chewed, the more bitter he felt like tree bark, and he vomited out in pain. It looked up at the two new graves in the depths of the meadow, and looked at the little maid and thought to herself that now the two of them might be their mistresses, or the one who bathed himself in the wasteland, this one was too dark and thin to look good, and the other was white and beautiful and the hand was quite gentle.

Thinking of these things, it paced out of the meadow, and when it saw the dark carriage, its body suddenly stiffened, thinking to itself how could there be such a heavy carriage in this world?

In front of the new grave, Sang Sang lowered his body to pat off the shards on his knees, walked to Ning Que's side and cleaned his clothes for him, and at this moment, sparse snow suddenly fell in the sky.

With a soft sound, the big black umbrella spread overhead, covering the sky and the snow foam squeezed out of the clouds, and the master and servant held the black umbrella and walked towards the carriage outside the meadow.

Under the big black umbrella, Sang Sang lowered his head and whispered, "Young Master, I really have something to tell you." ”

"Don't panic yet. Ning Que remembered something and took out a small box from his arms, "I spent half a month in Tuyang City and carefully selected a gift for you, do you like it?"

In fact, this box was bought in a shop on the street when he left Tuyang City on the day of the New Year's Festival, where it took half a month, and where can he talk about careful selection, but his expression was extremely serious, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.

Sang Sang took the box curiously, opened it and found that it was a cute little mud tiger. The little mud tiger in the box was half-sideways, she looked at it and laughed, and said, "I like it, it's very good-looking." ”

Ning Que said shamelessly: "That is, you don't want to think about how much effort I spent on it. ”

Sang Sang closed the box and asked, "Who is that good-looking young lady in a white dress?"

The question came too naturally, so it was very sudden.

Ning Que was stunned, and then said with a smile: "She, her name is Mo Shanshan, and she is the ...... of the Great River Country."

At night, Lane 47 is very quiet, but today in addition to the crackling of braziers in each house, the whisper of dead leaves falling on the winter snow, there is also the unique sound of the big black horse's lips and skins.

Washed from head to toe until it was refreshing, Ning Que leaned comfortably on the north kang, took out a waste fire talisman that was not completely unsuccessful at the beginning, rubbed it with his fingers, and then rubbed it evenly on his head with both hands and began to rub it, but in a moment, the residual warmth in the shredded rune paper dried the wet hair, soft and black.

"Get ready for bed. He happily got into the warm quilt, felt the comfortable temperature from the kang, and suddenly found that Sang Sang was kneeling on the bed over there to make the futon, and couldn't help but say, "Why do you come over and sleep together?"

Sang Sang laid out the futon, took off his coat and folded it next to the pillow, and said, "I'm so old, of course I have to sleep in separate beds." ”

Ning Que was stunned, and found that this sentence made a lot of sense, but he still felt a little unaccustomed. He thought silently for a while, stretched his hand out of the quilt and flicked his index finger, and the candle on the table went out.

"Then go to sleep. ”

The room was silent, and after a while there was a sudden sound of squirming, and then his futon was lifted, and a small, slightly cool body slipped in, and then rested quietly on his chest.

Ning Que hugged her, gently stroked her back with his palm, just like when he coaxed her to sleep when he was a child, feeling the body of the little girl in his arms, smelling the smell of her hair from her neck, and sighed: "It's still so comfortable." ”

Sang Sang arched his head in his arms, looking for the most familiar and comfortable posture, and hummed softly.

I don't know how long it was, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at Ning Que and said, "I really have something to say." ”

Ning Que glanced down at her, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I do have a very important matter to tell you." ”

He didn't relight the candle, and by the brightness of the starlight outside the window shining on the winter snow, he took out a heavy ingot of snowflake silver from the corner of the wall, and let Sang Sang watch intently.

As soon as Ning Que's mind moved, he transported the Haoran Qi in his body to his hands, and with a rub of his hands, he kneaded the ingot of snowflake silver into a silver stick, and then his fingers quickly pinched lightly, and the tip of the silver stick instantly became extremely sharp.

Sang Sang knelt on the kang with a quilt on his shoulder, and asked puzzledly, "When did you learn to do tricks?"

Ning Que poked the sharp silver stick into his arm, only to see that the sharp tip was deeply sunk, but only an extremely shallow white mark was left, and not a drop of blood oozed out.

Sang Sang was surprised, stretched out his finger and poked his arm, and said, "So hard?"

"I learned the Haoran Qi left by Uncle Xiaoshi, and it was this Haoran Qi that turned my body into this, and the so-called Haoran Qi is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and then store it in my own body. ”

Ning Que looked at the starlight and snow reflected in her eyes, and said after being silent for a long time: "In other words, the exercises I am practicing now are the exercises of the Demon Sect, and to this world, I am the remnants of the Demon Sect. ”

Even if he is the son of the Hades King, there is no shadow for Sang Sang, let alone what kind of remnant of the Demon Sect, is the young master who has cultivated the Demon Sect exercises not a young master? After Sang Sang was stunned, he thought of another very important question and said, "That's it...... What the teacher said may indeed be true, you are the son of Hades. ”

". Ning Que secretly lucked his true anger, kneaded the silver stick in his hand into a silver ball, shook the quilt to cover the two of them, and said, "Don't mention those, I'm going to eat omelette-fried noodles tomorrow." ”

Sang Sang buzzed in the quilt and replied, "Got it." ”

In the early morning of the second day, after eating a bowl of omelette noodles with green onions and olives and eggs, Ning Que went to the academy, and the master Yan Se gave him the carriage as a great inheritance, and he naturally took this carriage, and the original carriage had been refunded at a cost.

The carriage passed through the yellowish meadow in the winter morning sun, and came to the stone gate of the academy, Ning Que jumped out of the carriage, untied the big black horse and let it play on its own, walked into the academy with his luggage on his back, and explained some of the affairs of the practice of the side plug while looking for teaching.

Then, carrying a heavy bag on his back, he walked through the narrow alleys, walked to the edge of the wetland, looked at the fish swimming mindlessly among the thin ice, and looked at the dense forest like a sword in the distance, and then came to the old academy.

are very familiar scenery, there are a lot of good memories of him, although he has only been seen for more than half a year, he has missed it very much, the more he misses Chang'an City, the less he believes in Weicheng, looking up at the east window of the old book building that is still open, Ning Que suddenly figured out one thing, the place he misses the most is probably his hometown.

Walking through the clouds and mist that shrouded the mountain, and with a light wave of his right hand to drive away the last wisp of mist, he came to the wide cliff on the mountainside, looking at the grass and flowers and trees that were completely out of season, and looking at the silver waterfall hanging from the top of the cliff in the distance, he couldn't help but cheer up and shouted: "I'm back!"

The shouts echoed in the mountains behind the empty academy, and after a long time, except for his voice, there was no response, and no senior brother or sister came out to welcome him happily.

Ning Que couldn't help but be a little stupid, and walked along the mountain road towards the mirror lake, and then the expression on his face became happier and happier, because although there were still no senior brothers and sisters, he heard someone playing the piano and singing in the mountains and forests by the roadside, there was a crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the lawn, and the sound of a hoe entering the soil must be a funeral flower.

There was a waterwheel by the stream, and the sound of striking iron was still ringing in the house in front of the waterwheel, and those monotonous and boring sounds seemed to have never stopped.

However, in the middle of the process, he was stopped by a shout.

He followed the sound and looked, only to see that in the middle of the mirror-like small lake, the pavilion that was collapsed by the first Yuan Thirteen Arrows had already been repaired as before, the seventh senior sister looked at him and covered her mouth and smiled, and waved her hand to say hello, and after the carving, the second senior brother with a stern expression and his extremely loose crown slowly walked out together.

"Your practice this time is good. ”

Standing on the shore of the lake, the second senior brother took his hands, looked at the lake and mountains, and said slowly, his tone was flat and unquestionable.

In the mountain behind the academy, it was much more difficult to get praise or affirmation from the second senior brother than to hear good words from the master or senior brother, so Ning Que couldn't help but feel a little flattered and didn't know what to say at all.

"Shooting Longqing is nothing, the senior brothers and sisters spent so much effort to make the Yuan Thirteen Arrows for you, originally to let you shoot that guy, so this is a matter of course, not worth boasting about. ”

The second senior brother looked back at him, with a rare hint of praise on his face, and said, "But this matter of killing Gu Xi in Tuyang City...... You're doing a great job. Ignore Xiahou in the city, ignore the fact that it is the base camp of the Northeast Border Army, as long as you occupy the reason, then you will kill it, you must know that the disciples of my academy pay attention to the word truth. ”

Ning Que killed the military master Gu Xi in Tuyang City that day, a big reason was the choice made by the steep realm of Haoran Qi in his body, and in hindsight, it did seem a little crazy, and during the journey back to Chang'an, he was always a little worried that the senior brother would teach him a lesson because of this matter, but he didn't realize that the second senior brother actually thought so.

As if guessing what he was thinking, the second senior brother was silent for a moment and then said slowly: "I have always respected the senior brother, but what I respect is his cultivation, state of mind and even virtue, as for the way of forgiveness and the way of life he believes, I have a different idea from him, if we really repay grievances with virtue, then what do we use to repay virtue?"

Hearing this, Ning Que thought for a while and asked seriously, "Then why do you want to repay your grievances?"

The second senior brother said: "Of course, it is to repay grievances directly. ”

Ning Que exclaimed: "Senior brother's words are simple but not simple, and there is a great truth in the subtleties. ”

The second senior brother looked at him and said, "This is what the teacher taught us back then, so you praised the wrong object."

(Thank you!I'll keep trying!) This is the first chapter, and the next chapter is about six o'clock.) (To be continued)