Looking at Tang Xiaotang in the grass, Ning Que was stunned, sighed and asked, "Are you a ghost? Why do you follow me wherever I go?" No matter how fast I run, it seems useless. ”

Listening to his unkind tone, before Tang Xiaotang could react anything, the snow-white puppy rushed out from behind her, revealing its sharp teeth, and whispered at Ning Que, but probably because the memory of being destroyed by Ning Que in the wasteland mountain road was too deep, it only dared to stand in front of its master and show wildness, and did not dare to take a step closer to Ning Que at all.

"You ran really fast, I almost thought you were from our Mingzong. Tang Xiaotang said: "But no matter how fast you run, you can't be faster than me." ”

Ning Que asked helplessly, "My little aunt, what are you doing with me?"

Tang Xiaotang said: "My brother asked me to enter the academy to worship under the master as a student. ”

Ning Que was stunned for a long time before confirming that he had heard correctly, and couldn't help but feel the urge to burn all the winter grass on the side of the road in front of him with a fire, and said, "You two brothers and sisters are really crazy, and you actually want to worship Master as a teacher? Don't you know that my teacher is the leader of the Central Plains Righteous Path?" ...... Well, although he doesn't seem to come forward very often, at least he can be regarded as a spiritual leader, even if he doesn't use thunder to get rid of you when he sees you, a demon sect girl, will he still accept you as an apprentice?"

Tang Xiaotang said in confusion: "My brother said that the academy has always been taught. ”

Ning Que said: "Anyway, I persuaded you to die of this heart, I can't take you into the back mountain of the academy, besides, I am now the most favored junior brother, why should I have such a junior sister as you." ”

After saying this, he turned around and left, walking along the slightly oblique stone path towards the green slope on the side of the academy, but no matter how fast he walked, Tang Xiaotang and the little white dog could always follow.

Tang Xiaotang said with a smile behind him: "If the master knows that you are such a shameless guy, he may not like you, and may even expel you from the door, then wouldn't I just be able to fill your vacancy?"

Ning Que thought to himself, he was willing to do everything in his life, he was used to being a little volt and pleasing to the beard, thinking that the generals of Weicheng back then, as well as the master Master Yan Se, including the senior brother, everyone was coaxed by himself to be happy, where could the eldest son escape from the palm of his hand?

"Can we still meet again, I have been begging in front of the Buddha for thousands of years......"

At this moment, a song suddenly came from under the sloping stone path.

The singer's voice is not very beautiful or hoarse, but it always exudes a strange old atmosphere, and with the lyrics, coupled with the incomplete pentatonic voice, all the melodies are sung into words, which makes it even more absurd and funny.

Tang Xiaotang turned his head curiously and looked back.

Ning Que listened to this melody, although it was extremely unfamiliar, but the lyrics always felt as if he had seen it somewhere, and suddenly woke up: How could anyone else know this song except himself?

He looked down the stone path and saw a tall old man wearing a dark and precious fox fur, holding a lacquered noodle box walking up the slope, wasn't it the person on the terrace of the Pine Crane Tower last night?

Looking at the old man, Ning Que's head felt a sharp pain, thinking about the short wooden stick that attacked him, and a sneer began to grow at the corner of his lips, ready to step forward to stop this person and beat him up.

The so-called revenge and revenge, fist for stick, is this principle.

Ning Que understood that even if he was drunk, he still had the strength to fight, and he was actually knocked unconscious by this old man's stick, presumably this old man was not an ordinary rich man in Chang'an City, so he was naturally vigilant, and the hao Ran Qi in his body was running slowly, and his hands were held as if he was holding a knife, and he was ready to fight in a moment.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the little white dog hiding behind Tang Xiaotang's little leather boots, his ears drooping, and his mouth whimpered with fear and surrender, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

He knew that the little white dog was not a dog, but a real snow wolf in the wasteland, and this white wolf had never surrendered to himself no matter how much he feared him, so why did it have such an expression at this time? Could it be that the old man had made it instinctively fearful?

After fighting in the Minshan grassland for many years, Ning Que didn't know how many thrilling situations he had encountered, and the speed of the contingency reaction had already been tempered extremely amazing, at this time, it was just such a tiny detail, like a spark falling in a haystack, a raging fire ignited in his mind, making him think of a certain possibility.

This is the Academy.

The tall old man in the fox fur was powerful.

Thinking of that possibility, Ning Que's heart moved slightly, then quickly froze, and then trembled from shock.

At this critical moment, he perfectly demonstrated his control over his emotions and body.

Looking at the old man who walked up the stairs, his face did not reveal any unnecessary feelings, and the sneer that had just appeared at the corner of his lips was like encountering a thousand feet of sunshine, and suddenly it was extremely warm and bloomed into a flower, and the haoran qi in his body melted silently like spring snow, and the hands holding the hilt of the knife naturally rose up in front of his chest to gather into a fist, bowed slightly and said gently: "I didn't expect to see the old gentleman again." ”

The eldest son walked up the green slope with the food box.

He looked at Ning Que in front of him with great interest, but did not speak.

Ning Que looked back at his master calmly, neither his facial expression nor his body posture could see anything unusual, but only he knew that in the place where the master's eyes could not see, his body that was about to collapse under the shock of coercion was fighting fiercely against his strong willpower.

Dozens of beads of sweat slowly and quietly seeped out of his back, gradually wetting the back of his clothes.

Because he had to use his willpower to forcibly control his body's instinctive fears and reactions, although his expression was calm at this time, and the smile in his eyes was gentle and sweet, he had actually paid twelve points of strength, the soles of his feet were like pain, his calves were torn, and he could cramp at any time.

The master suddenly said, "I'm just an ordinary old man, and I don't deserve you to be so solemn." ”

Ning Que said angrily: "Who dares to say that you are an ordinary old man?"

The eldest son's tall body leaned forward slightly, looking at him condescendingly, until he saw that he was a little hairy, and then said with a smile: "But last night someone said that I was a poor old man." ”

Ning Que felt that it was not good, but he still wanted to be dying, and reluctantly smiled: "Last night, I drank and talked nonsense, like an old gentleman, where would I have a future livelihood." ”

The eldest son sighed and said: "When he was about to die of old age, he decided to accept another student in the end, but he didn't die yet, so he became the dead ghost teacher in his mouth, why did I really bother?"

Ning Que was struck by lightning, but he still forcibly insisted on pretending to be stupid as if he didn't understand.

The eldest son looked at him and smiled, and said: "The ability to pretend to be stupid is the best in the world, but the clothes behind you are already wet, and your feet are afraid that you will crush that stone, what else to pretend?"

was directly pierced, Ning Que was like a broken wine can, and he no longer had the strength to hold on, so he fell to the ground with a bang, desperately rubbing his cramped calves and soles of his feet.

The master looked at him sitting on the ground, sighed, shook his head, and continued to walk up the slope with the food box.

That sigh was very light, but it was like a thunderbolt in Ning Que's ears, thinking that the eldest son was so disappointed in himself, how should this be good?

He has gone through thousands of disasters in this life, I don't know how many times he has gone back and forth between life and death, before he finally walked into the mountain behind the academy, and with his current life, all the qiē comes from this teacher who has never met before, where can he watch this correction come to naught?

Ning Que bounced up from the ground like he had been stung in the ass, limped forward, respectfully followed behind the master, and reached out to carry the food box for his old man.

The master didn't hand over the food box to him, glanced at Tang Xiaotang, who was standing in the winter grass blankly, waved her over, and then handed the food box in his hand to her.

Tang Xiaotang finally came to his senses at this time, from Ning Que's expression and the previous conversation, he confirmed the identity of the tall old man, his small hand caught the heavy food box, glanced at Ning Que with a smile, and took the little white wolf to follow the master happily and walked towards the academy.

Looking at the solemn and tall back of the master on the sloping stone steps, Ning Que was extremely depressed.

He originally thought that he was the youngest student on the second floor of the academy, that was the legendary old man, with his cheeky face and sweet mouth, he would definitely be able to coax the master to be happy, and he would be favored in the academy in the future, but who would have thought that the old guy on the terrace of Songhe Tower, who didn't look like a serious person, and was ridiculed and ridiculed by himself for half the night, was his teacher?

And looking at the current situation, the master is only afraid that he will really accept Tang Xiaotang into the second floor of the academy, so doesn't it mean that he doesn't even have the natural protected status of the old man?

Walking out of the mountain fog, you came to the cliff of the back mountain.

The Master did not know where he had gone.

Tang Xiaotang stood under a ginkgo tree and was enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountain behind the academy.

Ning Que walked up to her and was silent.

The little white wolf was running over the meadow at the bottom of the hillside, and he had probably never seen such a green meadow in the moor, and he was so excited that it was getting faster and faster, and was about to turn into a white lightning bolt.

Suddenly, a black bolt of lightning came out of the slanted stab, and in an instant, it overtook the little white wolf, like a black rain cloud, enveloping its whole body.

It's the big dark horse.

The little white wolf was frightened stupid by the momentum of the big black horse, and the hooves of the horses like big trees, listening to the hooves like war drums, were directly frightened and shrunk into a ball, and they didn't dare to make any moves.

Ning Que sneered, ready to brag to Tang Xiaotang beside him.

However, today he was really not suitable for sneering, because the next moment, the sneer that had just appeared on the corner of his lips once again turned into a helpless look of shame.

Because the big dark horse that looks quite imposing is actually a deserter.

A big white goose squirmed after it from the other side of the meadow, and its movements looked very funny, but it was extremely fast, especially its high neck, like the ancient crown on someone's head, and it was extremely proud.

Catching a glimpse of the big white goose, the big black horse neighed in horror, and its hooves flew like flying, and galloped away again like lightning on the meadow, panting incessantly, and looking extremely aggrieved.

(I actually regret it, eh...... This is the second chapter, and the next one will definitely be late, and I will write it slowly. (To be continued)