Ning Que saw that the female professor could see what he was thinking at a glance, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, touched his head and smiled. The female professor looked at him and smiled and said, "You don't avoid me, I only come to this forest occasionally." ”

Ning Que asked respectfully: "Mr. Female, why do you like this stick?" The female professor was silent for a moment, looked up behind her back and looked at the autumn leaves of the forest, and said indifferently: "Many years ago, someone realized the Tao in this sword forest, and that person was the only person I really admired in the academy, maybe this sword forest still has some of that person's breath left, so every time I come to this forest, I will feel a little happy." ”

"The only person who really admires?" Ning Que was puzzled: "Could it be that the dean is enlightened here?"

The female professor smiled and didn't say anything.

Ning Que looked at her back, and suddenly found that the slender female professor was looking at the sky with her hands behind her back, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of grandeur, scratching her head and saying, "If that senior is still in this forest, Mr. may become friends with him." ”

The female professor shook her head and said in a harmonious voice, "If we can meet, I should try to see if his sword qi is really that immense." ”

Listening to the four words Haoran Wushuang, Ning Que remembered the Haoran Sword in the old book building for no reason, but he still had no clue.

"There is a true meaning in the mountains and forests, since you can understand the scenery here, don't waste it, take a look at it. ”

The female professor glanced back at him and said, "Cultivators don't disdain to compete with the world for a while, but they can't read books and enjoy the scenery and go astray, so why should they be indifferent?

Ning Que was sincerely taught, and suddenly thought of the word in her words, and asked curiously, "Isn't Mr. Tang?" The female professor shook her head and walked softly towards the outside of the forest.

Ning Que looked at her delicate and moving back and asked, "Sir, the student still doesn't know your name." ”

"My name is Yu Curtain. ”

Yu Lian?This is really an ordinary and even a little cheesy name, Ning Que thought to himself, how could such a female professor of the academy have such a name, and suddenly thought about the question in these days, and couldn't help but muster up the courage to ask loudly: "Sir, dare to ask Gui Geng?"

Yu Curtain smiled slightly, did not stop and did not look back and whispered by the forest: "If I remember correctly, it is very rude to ask a woman about her age. ”

Ning Que looked at the figure of the female professor who disappeared outside the forest, laughed at herself and thought, if it weren't for your childish appearance and your gentle and graceful appearance that looks like a thirty-year-old, where would you think of asking this?

The autumn scenery is beautiful, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the layers of forests are dyed red with the rouge on the girl's face, and the morning frost has cleared the hearts of the world.

Ning Que calmly studied and practiced in the academy, no longer as eager as before to slowly and gradually understand the world of cultivation, patiently tried to contemplate countless times, continued to be intimate with candles, paper and silver ingots, and was not in a hurry to find his own natal object, occasionally chatted with Chu Youxian, and Situ Yilan stood in a corner that the academy students could not notice to exchange mathematical problems, used messages to demean each other with Chen Pipi, and occasionally brought two bowls of crab roe porridge late at night to communicate with each other face-to-face.

There is no hatred, no blood, only learning and waiting, waiting for his strength to slowly improve, waiting for the enemy to gradually relax and grow old, he waits for the arrival of winter in the autumn, and after winter, it is spring, and in the spring, the second floor of the academy will begin to enter the people, and in the autumn of next year, he will return to the side fortress.

After killing people with a knife at the age of four, he finally has time to live, not just survive. In his future memories, in addition to the absence of Sangsang, this time in the academy can even be said to be the most peaceful and happy days in his life.

The mountains on the border between the Tang Dynasty and the Yan Kingdom also ushered in autumn, the border troops of the two countries stationed in the valley and the plains, did not feel any peace and happiness, although there has been no major war for many years, but the garrison of the frontier is a chore, here is northern, once the autumn will be extremely low, everyone is angry into frost and hands are frozen red, looking at the picture of falling leaves in the eyes, where is the idea of appreciating the autumn scenery.

In the early morning, two men dressed in Yan costumes crossed the border and walked into the Tang military camp. This place is stationed in the strongest border army of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the place where the military camp tent of the general of the town army is located, and the defense inspection is extremely strict.

Walking into the room of the Intelligence Division in the camp, the younger of the two looked back at the majestic Chinese army tent not far away, and his eyes fell on the military flag fluttering at the top of the tent, and his cold gaze flashed.

Entering the tent and confirming that no one was eavesdropping, another middle-aged man looked at his companion coldly and reprimanded in a low voice: "From Chang'an City to the secret spy handprint of the Tang Military Department, the imperial court does not know how many interests have been sacrificed, today's assassination can only be successful, not failure, everything needs to be cautious, you shouldn't have looked at it before." ”

The young Yanren's face was full of disdain, and he said, "But a butcher's ear, could it be that I can make him feel that someone wants to assassinate him by looking at it from a distance?"

"There are not many people in the world who want to kill the butcher, but he never died. The middle-aged Yan Ren looked at him indifferently and said, "The distance between here and the Chinese military camp tent has been accurately calculated by the Privy Council, which is enough to launch a sneak attack, but have you ever thought that if we can sneak attack him, won't he be able to perceive our existence?"

"Don't be too careful. The young Yanren said unconvinced.

At this moment, the middle-aged Yanren's face changed drastically, and he looked out of the tent in disbelief.

Although this place is not too far from the nearest Lianggang Mansion, but because of the strict discipline of the Tang Army, the border with the Yan State is even more strict, this time taking advantage of the midwinter has not arrived, the army presses the border to intimidate the enemy country, no officer dares to return to Suzhou City without permission, and the camp tent set up by tens of thousands of border troops is actually a continuous sea, and the camp tent where the military flag flutters on it, the majestic camp is like a hill, which is naturally the camp tent of the top general of the tens of thousands of border armies.

There were no soldiers patrolling outside the tent, and it was as quiet as the back garden of the princes and nobles of Chang'an City, the light in the tent was extremely dim, and a windproof oil lamp hung on the tent wall, gently illuminating the bedside covered with precious furs.

Between more than a dozen precious furs lay a middle-aged man, the man was wearing a plain obscene clothes, his eyebrows were as thick as ink silkworms, his lips were red like thick blood, and his burly body under the thin clothes was like steel.

The middle-aged man sensed something, opened his eyes and looked somewhere outside the tent, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were like electricity.