The cultivators under the big green tree had been paying attention to the pair of young men and women beside the stream, and they knew very well that although the bookworm had a gentle temperament, she rarely gave the slightest color to the man, and at this time, seeing that she had a very happy conversation with the young man, they couldn't help but whisper, guessing the identity and origin of the young man.

Some people who had vaguely guessed Ning Que's identity before, the scene in front of them confirmed their guesses, and the shock in their hearts turned into fear, not knowing that at this time, they should go over to greet the legendary academy masters, but should remain silent, so as not to dislike the other party.

The noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty noticed the change in the atmosphere in the field, and the few loose cultivators who were around him to please him looked a little uneasy, and when he saw the two figures by the stream, his face suddenly became gloomy.

In addition to representing the royal family of the Southern Jin Dynasty to show respect to Master Qishan, who has great kindness to the Southern Jin Dynasty, the more important reason is that he knows that the bookworm will come, and he wants to show his sincerity to the other party, and even faintly hopes that if he can get the promise of Master Qishan to solve his doubts, maybe he will achieve good things with that woman in Washan.

The royal family of the Southern Jin Dynasty once privately tested the bookworm's mind, but was politely refused, this noble son wrote several letters to the sea, and knew that the girl of Moshanshan was not an ordinary woman, after entering Washan today, in order not to make her feel that she was entangled and disliked, she was always suppressing her desire to be close to her, and played a breezy appearance, just to let her leave a good impression on herself.

Just when this noble prince shook his shoulders lightly, chatted with those cultivators in a reserved and gentle manner, and wondered a little nervously whether Mo Shanshan would look at him quietly on the side, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, and thought that he had a plan, he suddenly found that the woman he admired didn't care about him at all, but went to the stream with a man who came out of nowhere and whispered, and laughed so happily!

The surprise of those cultivators under the green tree Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 61 The two tough statements and soft speculations attracted Ning Que's attention, and it was difficult to hide his keen perception, especially the gloomy face of the noble prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty who had met in the Rotten Ke Temple yesterday morning, and he couldn't escape his eyes, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Thinking of certain things, he must admit that if he doesn't pay attention to things like personality and morality, from the perspective of identity and family background, the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty is probably the most suitable object for bookworms in the world, if you want to talk about character and morality, he doesn't have those things himself, and when he thinks of this, he actually has some inexplicable displeasure.

Ning Que looked at the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty under the green tree and asked, "You came with that person?"

Mo Shanshan shook his head.

I don't know why I confirmed that she didn't come to the Rotten Ke Temple with the noble son of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the displeasure in Ning Que's heart suddenly disappeared, and he said with a smile: "But he must have come with you." ”

Mo Shanshan didn't know why he would say that.

There is a slightly cold autumn wind from the bottom of the stream, blowing along the stone floor, the big green tree made a loud sound, but the branches and leaves in the canopy are too dense, not blown by the wind to open any gaps, the tree under the tree of the Southern Jin Dynasty noble son of the shirt was also lifted by the wind instantly, the bright yellow belt suddenly disappeared.

"I know he is the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty. Ning Que said.

Mo Shanshan was slightly surprised.

Ning Que said with a smile: "I met yesterday in the Rotten Ke Temple, there were some small disputes, but you know, I have a relatively gentle temperament now, so even if he asked me what I was, I didn't tell him in my eyes, he didn't even count things, because I dealt with him earlier, he used to want to buy my chicken soup to please you, that time I really pumped his face red and swollen, and now I really have no interest in smoking him anymore." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at the mountain stream under the cliff, bowed his head and smiled silently.

Ning Que thought that she didn't know the story that happened at the auction of stolen cultural relics from Lao Bizhai, so she told it again, and said with her eyebrows flying: "Mr. Thirteen doesn't reward the face of the prince of your Southern Jin Dynasty, but he wants to reward this resounding slap." ”

Mo Shanshan raised his head and asked with a smile, "Are you very proud?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "I felt really proud at the time, and I was still a little proud when I thought about it at this time. ”

"That's what a real pride. ”

Mo Shanshan nodded, and then said, "Actually, I know about this matter. ”

Ning Que thought to himself that since you know, it was really embarrassing for him to say it again.

Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said with a smile: "Should I thank you for helping me get rid of one of my suitors? Or are you just proud of letting me miss you alone and be lonely for the rest of my life?"

Ning Que's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't know how to answer this.

"The most troublesome thing is that everyone in the world knows about it, so you say, what will the world think of me, and how will you see me?"

Mo Shanshan said with some shame: "Since it is not feasible, it is not appropriate for you to do this." ”

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have ...... like that"

Ning Que turned sideways at her and apologized: "I have been making mistakes from before to today, I hope you can forgive me." ”

His apology was sincere, with a rare sincerity.

Mo Shanshan couldn't be happy, his lake-like eyes rippled slightly, a little disappointed and slightly sour, and he smiled reluctantly: "What the idiot said is not wrong, you are the first shameless person in the world, you admit your mistakes faster than anyone else, and sincerely always make people feel as if it is someone else who is wrong, and you are the innocent one." ”

Ning Que was silent, and then he realized that no matter how elegant and refined a woman is, once she is trapped by something, she is no different from all the women in the world, and she will always find countless reasons for anger.

Of course, he knew that he could only be honest, because he was indeed wrong, and after a little thought, he said seriously: "In order to make you feel that my apology is more sincere, I decided to do something. ”

Mo Shanshan asked, "What's the matter?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "After Sangsang recovers from his illness, I will rush back to Chang'an City as soon as possible, and then go to the Wang University Scholar's Mansion to snatch back that chicken soup post and send it to you when the time comes." ”

Mo Shanshan smiled and said, "There are already a lot of books from you in the study next to the ink pool. ”

Ning Que was a little helpless and asked, "Then how can I make you happy?"

Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes and said, "There is no note you wrote to me in the study next to the ink pool. ”

It was a request that had been repeated many times, and she herself felt a little contemptuous, ashamed and embarrassed, her cheeks gradually flushed, but she still looked into his eyes bravely and firmly.

Ning Que didn't dare to look her eyes directly, looked at the mountain stream in front of him, and was silent.

Mo Shanshan sighed in his heart, didn't say anything more, looked at the mountain stream, and was calm and silent.

In autumn, the mountains are extremely beautiful, the mountain stream is quiet and faint, there is a sound of water, and there is no sound on the side of the stream.

The speculations of the cultivators under the big green tree invariably pointed to the same object.

This puzzle is indeed very simple, in the story that the bookworm has left in the world for several years after her debut, the man who can stand side by side with her and watch the mountain scenery is silent, and there has always been only that person.

With the voice of the person who had already guessed Ning Que's identity, the speculation became a reality, and people were sure that the man standing next to the bookworm was the legendary Mr. Ning Que of the Academy!

Looking at the figures of the two people beside the stream, the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty turned pale, and his hands exposed outside his sleeves trembled with anger and jealousy, no matter how much he wanted to maintain his demeanor, he still couldn't control his feelings.

After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't help but walk towards the side of the stream, someone took the lead, and naturally more people followed, and in a very short time, the big green tree became empty.

The stone sheath that was still crowded before suddenly became extremely quiet, and the Southern Jin Dynasty player sitting on the chessboard was meditating and didn't notice it, while the yellow-clothed old monk of the Rotten Ke Temple who was in charge of presiding over the endgame judgment rarely noticed it, raised his head with some surprise, and glanced at the side of the stream.

When the cultivator under the green tree took the first step, Ning Que felt it, he turned around, looked at the dozens of cultivators coming towards him, couldn't help but be stunned, and calculated as quickly as he could, when these people rushed over, what means should he and Mo Shanshan use to deal with it, so as not to be squeezed down the mountain stream, and then he glanced at the black carriage and confirmed that the big black horse was vigilant, and then he put his mind at ease.

Those cultivators didn't really squeeze Ning Que down the mountain stream, but they were extremely measured, and it could even be said that with some kind of natural awe, when they were still a few zhang away from the edge of the stream, they stopped at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"Li Daoren of the Song Kingdom visited Mr. Thirteen. ”

"Lin Ruoyu, a late student, has seen the seniors of the academy. ”

"In Xiahua, the family teacher asked everyone Ning for peace. ”

Everyone respectfully saluted Ning Que and said goodbye, or their expressions were restrained, or they were excited, some people's voices trembled slightly, and some people's voices were even a little out of tune when they were excited, and they could feel that everyone was very excited.

This is the world of Haotian, and the Daomen naturally has an absolute supreme position in the cultivation world, and most of the cultivators who come to Houwa Mountain in the Langke Temple today are also cultivators.

It's just that the faint confrontation between the Daomen and the academy is all happening in the dark shadows of history, between those really strong people who call for wind and rain, and it has nothing to do with these ordinary cultivators.

They only know that the mountain behind the academy is a legendary unknowable place.

Those disciples of the master and son in the mountain behind the academy are the legendary masters of the world.

For the cultivators in the world, the so-called masters of the world always walk in the clouds, and the occasional red dust is difficult to find, and the vast majority of cultivators have never had the opportunity to meet these real masters in their lifetime.

Even in all the unknowable places, the academy was the only place that connected with the world, cultivators outside the Tang Kingdom basically had no chance to meet the disciples in the mountains behind the academy.

Today they finally met, and it wasn't from afar watching those worldly masters fly through the sky, but so close contact, and even being able to say a few words to each other, how could they not be excited?

Regardless of whether this opportunity would bring any benefits to their long path of cultivation, at least before they were about to return to the glory of Haotian in the future, they could recall to their junior disciples the story of a certain year in Washan Lanke Temple, and proudly and contentedly said how approachable Mr. Thirteen of the Academy was at that time.

Ning Que has never had the consciousness of being a master in the world, after he finally succeeded in reaching the top and entering the second floor of the academy, he would still go to the red sleeves to drink, chat with the neighbors in Lane 47, and take the students in the front yard out of the north, I don't know how many people in the world have been in contact with each other, although he has clearly noticed that the world's attitude towards him has gradually changed over the years, but he still doesn't care much, because he still lives in the world and has not died in seclusion.

This has to do with the fact that he is a member of the academy, but also because of his own experience and temperament. If he really wants to be born, he will have to break off the relationship in the world, but before his revenge is successful, he can't tear apart his inextricable connection with the world, and even if he kills Xiahou, it seems that this situation has not changed much.

Therefore, looking at the respectful and even awe-inspiring expressions of these foreign cultivators, and looking at the excitement and excitement in people's eyes, Ning Que was stunned before he woke up and showed a gentle smile and calmly returned the salute with these cultivators.

Although his expression was calm and calm, his mood was not calm.

He had always been very aware of the status of the academy in the cultivation world, but when he entered the world in the past, the object he dealt with was either a madman or a strong and terrifying senior pervert, so it was only at this moment that he really felt the strength of the master for the first time, and felt the respect or awe of the cultivators for the academy.

Whether it's respect or awe, it's a beautiful feeling.

Although it is the world of Haotian, where there are mostly cultivators, after all, the Tang Dynasty is the number one power in the world, and naturally there are also cultivation sects that are deeply influenced by the Tang Kingdom and consider themselves close to the academy, a sword master from the Great River Country, who did not hesitate to regard himself as a junior disciple of the same sect, knelt down on Ning Que's side and made a big salute, and then stood up and stood up very consciously in the nearest position on the side of Mo Shanshan, with a proud look on his face. ！！！