The mountain breeze poured into the grass house, the veil of the fingers swayed, and the mist came out of the teacup held by the master, and then dissipated in an instant, and the hot tea in the cup would cool faster.

Ning Que is not a tangerine peel, and his face has not been wrinkled by the wind, but he was angrily reprimanded by the master, and he couldn't help but look a little sad, and said: "I just want you to see whether there are more benefits or disadvantages." ”

The master took a sip of tea, put the teacup down, shook his head and said, "I'm so old, how can I have the energy to think about these little things, do you think it's worth it?"

Ning Que said seriously: "Since she made this request, I have been thinking about this matter, Haoran Sword is indeed the most famous kendo skill in our academy, but if it is not for the Haoran Qi of the junior uncle, it is actually not a skill that cannot be passed on at all." ”

The Master was noncommittal and said, "Go on."

Ning Que recalled the picture of the battle with Ye Hongyu in the courtyard at the beginning, thinking about the paper sword she was holding between her fingers at the time, and said with some hesitation: "The paper sword she was holding, although I can't understand it, but it is really interesting, I even suspect that it is very likely to be the ...... of the Southern Jin Dynasty."

The master looked at him with a frown and said unhappily, "Keep it simple." ”

Ning Que said honestly: "I think it's a good deal." ”

The master said casually: "Since this is the case, what are you hesitating about, then change." ”

The academy's peerless Haoran Sword was sent out like this, and the master's expression was so indifferent, it felt like sending out a cabbage that had wilted yellow.

Ning Que was a little unable to adapt to the atmosphere of the room, he hesitated for a moment, then looked at the master behind the case and asked tentatively, "Teacher, don't you have anything to ask me?"

The Master took the scroll and prepared to continue what had been done before, and said casually, "What is there to ask?"

Ning Que asked with a look of hope, "What if I die?"

The master didn't look up at the scroll in his hand at all, waited for the new ink to melt, and said, "Everyone will die, if you die, I don't need you to remind me, I will mourn." ”

The best hope came to naught, and Ning Que's powerful heart, which was soaked in corpse water, finally cracked into two petals with a snap after listening to the teacher's irresponsible, even cold, and unsympathetic words, one petal was left to Sangsang, and the other petal turned into a fantasy fire that burned the master's beard.

Ning Que first went to the second senior brother's courtyard, put forward his request in the sound of the waterfall, and then he went to the cliff cave where ten thousand books were hidden, and finally he walked through the cloud gate array to the second floor of the old book building, and took out a few sword techniques related to Haoran Sword on the bookshelf and walked to the east window to ask the third senior sister to register.

The whole process of picking up the book is very smooth, and it is a little weird.

The master gave him a very irresponsible message, and the second senior brother, the scholar, and the third senior sister were extremely irresponsible and did not ask for any tokens at all, so that when he got into the carriage with the thick books in his hand, he still did not wake up.

He thought to himself, based on today's experience, wouldn't he be able to steal those precious cultivation books from the academy anytime and anywhere? In this way, he would be able to live without worrying about food and clothing.

Back in the courtyard of the house by Yanming Lake, Ning Que went directly to the backyard, threw all the thick books in his arms on the desk, and said, "What you want." ”

Ye Hongyu picked up a book from the table and looked at it slightly, even if she didn't expect the academy to really be so careless, she let Ning Que take out such a precious cultivation book, she even had some doubts about the authenticity of these books, but when she opened the cover page, she knew that it was indeed true.

Ning Que found that the book she was holding in her hand was the first exploration of the Haoran Sword, and it was the one she had when she vomited blood and went into the old book building to read the book, and she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. After a while, he got rid of this feeling, looked at Ye Hongyu, whose mind had already begun to immerse himself in the book, and reminded, "What about mine?"

Ye Hongyu raised his hand and slowly unfastened the cloth button between the collar of the robe.

Ning Que stared at the movement of her fingers, but he himself didn't know at this time, whether he was looking forward to the paper sword that seemed to contain countless mysteries or looking forward to the graceful scenery of Bai Xuan under the Taoist robe.

Ye Hongyu took out the thin paper sword hidden in the depths of the obscene clothes, but did not hand it over, but stared at Ning Que's eyes and said, "There are two requirements. ”

Ning Que said: "You say." ”

Ye Hongyu said: "You can only look at this paper sword for one night. ”

Ning Que shook his head and said, "Impossible, unless you only read these books for cultivating the Haoran Sword for one night." ”

Ye Hongyu smiled slightly, ready to say something.

Ning Que suddenly thought that the girl Taoist priest in front of him was a genius in the cultivation world, maybe he really had a terrifying ability like Sang Sang's, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop her from answering, and said: "It's not appropriate to make the time butterfly so dead, I agree that you will watch it for a few more nights, then I will watch it for a few more nights." ”

Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly, then laughed, shook his head and said, "Count your quick reaction." ”

Ning Que said: "I am not a person who is willing to suffer. ”

Ye Hongyu said: "Three nights." ”

Ning Que thought for a moment and then said, "Deal." ”

Then he asked curiously, "What is the second condition?"

Ye Hongyu looked at the paper sword between his fingers and said, "You are not allowed to smell the smell on it." ”

This piece of paper sword has been hidden in her chest, I don't know how much sweat and fat it has been dyed, if it is an ordinary woman who is only afraid of being ashamed, although Ye Hongyu is not like this, she doesn't want Ning Que to do those disgusting things.

Ning Que looked at her and said seriously, "Do I look like such a perverted person?"

Ye Hongyu smiled and said: "Senior Sister Sangsang has grown up with you since she was a child, and you turned her into a person in the room before she became an adult, no matter how you look at it, this is a very perverted behavior." ”

In the courtyard on a summer night, I occasionally hear the sound of cicadas and the chirping of frogs.

Ning Que took advantage of the light of the oil lamp and quietly looked at the paper sword between his fingers.

Sang Sang had accompanied him to the small paper sword in a daze, but at this time, he finally couldn't hold on to sleepiness and went to sleep.

Ning Que felt the touch of the paper between his fingers, and subconsciously rubbed it gently.

This action looked a little obscene, but in fact, he didn't have the slightest obscene thought, nor did he think about the fact that this piece of tissue paper had gently rubbed between the soft flesh on the Dao idiot's chest.

He just figured out the guò action to ease the tension in his heart.

This piece of paper sword is very thin, the paper is ordinary, only the size of two fingers of a person, the edge of the paper sword is an uneven thickness of ink lines, and beyond the ink lines are some rough paper edges.

At the beginning, this should be a small sword drawn on paper, and then it was torn apart, and from those ink lines on the edge of the paper sword, a conclusion can be drawn that the person who drew the sword is not good at using a pen, and the Danqing realm is extremely low, but that person's cultivation realm is very high, so high that those ink lines seem to be real sword blades!

The faint yellow light illuminated the thin paper between his fingers more and more yellow.

Ning Que stared at the paper sword, his expression becoming more and more stern, and he became more and more nervous.

At night, the lakeside courtyard was not as hot as the day, but sweat began to seep out of his face, gradually becoming the size of a soybean, slowly dripping down his cheeks.

Sweat poured out of his back and thighs, wetting his thin shirt, his pants, soaking the fabric, and then running down his legs to the ground.

His body at this time seemed to be like a ball of cotton wool that had absorbed water, and he was forced by the cold, powerful and majestic invisible sword intent on the paper sword, and began to flow water non-stop.

The reason why this is so is because his telekinesis has broken through the edge of the paper sword, which caused Zhihai to be extremely painful, to the invisible boundary, and entered the inside of the paper sword, thus feeling the truth of that sword intent.

In the battle in Bicurie a few days ago, when Ye Hongyu took out this small paper sword from his arms, he once felt the terrifying sword intent attached to the paper like a great river coming from the sky.

At this time, the small paper sword was quiet between his fingers, so he could feel this sword intent more delicately and truly, and after meditating for half a night, he finally understood that this sword intent was not the power of the simulated great river hanging upside down on the nine clouds, but the great river itself.

This fact proved a certain conjecture in Ning Que's heart.

He felt that the fluttering paper sword between his fingers suddenly became extremely heavy.

He felt the surging yellow waves, constantly washing his body, hitting his own sea of knowledge, as if it could break through the embankment on the edge of the sea of knowledge at any time and spread into the wilderness.

In the sword intent, he felt the powerful pressure everywhere, and in the bedroom on a summer night, he looked like a real drowning person, his face was pale, his breathing was short, and the sweat on his body gushed out like a waterfall.

Early in the morning, Ning Que woke up from his meditative state.

The circle chair he was sitting on was all water.

The green brick floor under the circle has also been wetted a lot.

The paper sword he was holding between his fingers had also been wet with sweat and had become a little faintly transparent, but the sword drawn on the paper was still so clear, as if those ink lines had some kind of magical power that could not be affected by the material things in the world.

Sang Sang looked at him with a worried face on his face.

Ning Que watched her squeeze out a smile with difficulty, and said, "It's okay." ”

He was taken aback by his own voice, which was so hoarse and dry, it sounded like the feeling of being in the desert after the water had been cut off for more than ten days.

He immediately understood that this was the consequence of the water shortage being too strict, and said: "Boil a pot of porridge, and then beat the yellow essence hidden in the study, I want to make up for it." ”

"That yellow essence has been boiled into the porridge, and I saw that you were sweating too much, so I added heavy salt. ”

Sang Sang took a bowl of porridge that had been running with well water from the small table next to him, looked at him and said cautiously: "Do you still have the strength, do you want me to feed it?"

After replenishing some essence a little, Ning Que walked to the other courtyard and returned the paper sword to Ye Hongyu, watching the sword for a night, he had already determined a lot of things, knowing that with his current cultivation realm, he could only comprehend this kind of Cheng dù at most, even if he looked at it for two more nights, it didn't make any sense.

Ye Hongyu looked at his pale cheeks and said with emotion: "Clearly know where the limit of your ability is, and be able to resist the temptation of this paper sword, and not be stupid and greedy, I have to admit that although you have average qualifications, your heart is the first in the world." ”

On weekdays, being so praised by the Taoist idiot, Ning Que would definitely show a smug look, but he had something in his heart today, and he knew the sword in the sea, so he didn't say much to her, so he left.

He left Yanming Lake in a carriage, came to the academy as fast as he could, passed through the Cloud Gate Array and entered the mountain behind the academy, and had no time to greet the senior brothers and sisters at the Mirror Lake, frowning and muttering to himself all the way, his expression was sometimes confused and sometimes firm, and he walked towards the cliff cave on the mountainside.

The seventh senior sister in the Jinghu Pavilion put down the embroidery needle in her hand, looked at the back of Ning Que who disappeared in the mountains and forests, frowned, and muttered, "Little junior brother...... It looks a little weird today, as if I'm crazy. ”

The sixth senior brother, who was repairing the waterwheel by the stream and at the same time releasing fish to the big white goose Muyu to play, straightened up, looked in that direction, shook his head and said, "Why is the little junior brother like the eleventh junior brother today?"

Ning Que didn't know what his senior brother and sister were talking about, he was like a stupid guy, he walked to the bottom of the cliff cave in despair, and walked to the table of the scholar.

The reader was reading and didn't even look up at him.

Ning Que stood beside the reader, no longer continued to talk to himself, but was silent for a long time, when those lines gradually folded into shape in his sea of consciousness, his eyes lit up slightly, and he walked directly behind the table, squeezed the reader away from the stool, took the paper, dipped the pen in ink, and began to bury his head in the book.

The scholar is the most bizarre storage in the mountain behind the academy, usually has a very good temper, but if someone disturbs him reading, his temper will become very bad, even if it is the senior brother or the second senior brother, he does not dare to disturb him when he is reading and is in a trance, but today he was so rudely squeezed away by Ning Que, who was holding a volume of peasant and industrial books to read with relish, he was suddenly furious, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat Ning Que.

However, when he saw what Ning Que had written on the paper, the edge of the fist that had been raised in the air slowly fell, and he stood behind Ning Que curiously, looking more and more attentively.

It didn't take long for Ning Que to finish what he had to do, put the brush on the inkstone, raised the paper to the air and looked at the sunlight carefully, confirming that although it was impossible for him to completely simulate the majestic river sword intent, this was already the best level he could do.

He suddenly noticed that the scholar was looking at the paper in his hand behind him in a daze, and quickly explained: "I know that this sword painting is really ugly, but it's none of my business. ”

"This sword...... Where is it ugly?"

The scholar put his hands behind his back, leaned slightly, looked at the crooked little sword on the paper, and said in admiration: "I haven't seen such a beautiful sword for many years." ”

Ning Que was shocked, thinking that this guy who only knew how to read could actually understand this sword, and subconsciously asked, "Sir, have you seen something similar before?"

The reader didn't look back, pointed to the cliff cave behind him and said: "There are a lot of sword recipe books hidden in there, and some authors like to draw illustrations for annotations, so I've seen some swords."

Ning Que thought to himself that this was the case, and asked curiously, "What do you think of this sword?"

"If it is the sword you copied, it is nothing among the countless swords in the cliff cave, but your sword is full of the spirit of the original sword painter, which is wonderful. ”

The reader said, "I don't know how to draw, I don't know how to use a sword, but I can understand the spirit of this sword." ”

"In my opinion, this leaning can be ranked in the top five in the academy's thousand-year-old collection. ”

(To be continued)