Your sister's Du Niang

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The world disappears, and Ning lacks awakening.

He looked at the corpse of the ant very close in front of him, scattered into a pile of green leaf ice gravel, lost his mind for a moment and then struggled to get up. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, maybe long or short, but he knew that lying in the middle of the street was a very dangerous thing, listening to the faint sound of bamboo flutes and horses' hooves in the distance, he bit his lower lip to force his spirits, and ran into a side alley with his tired and injured body.

The blood left on the bluestone street has disappeared without a trace, clean as if it has been washed by the rain dozens of times and dried by the warmth of spring, he did not notice the blood stains on his body and did not know where it went, clean as if he had just soaked in a barrel bath in the red sleeves for half the night.

What happened when he was in a coma before, he only had a vague impression in his mind at this time, and he had no memory of the magical fighting technique of the Suzaku portrait at the end of the long street and the big black umbrella behind him.

Walking into the side alley, he quickly took off the shirt full of swords on his body, and then noticed that there was no trace of blood on the shirt, and he was slightly stunned, looking down at his body with difficulty, confirming that there was really no blood, and he couldn't help but have extremely strong doubts in his heart. It's just that the situation is urgent at this time, and the government has been alarmed, so he didn't have time to think, so he directly tore off a piece of cloth and hung it on a branch, and then threw his coat into a private house behind the wall.

The pain in his chest was still incomparable, and the invisible spear from the sky seemed to still be stuck in his chest, and every step made his face pale, and even the slightest tremor made him feel like the torn gash on his heart was a little bigger.

He stretched out his trembling palm to put up a low wall, jumped in with force, quietly passed a resident who was still sleeping in the morning and cold, took off a cyan single coat from the bamboo pole, and quickly put it on his body.

He had excellent gold sore medicine, but in the process of getting dressed, he hurriedly checked it and was surprised to find that the bloody wounds on the surface of his body that had been cut by flying swords had healed at some point, and this healing was not really healing, it looked more like being forcibly burned by fire, but the bleeding had stopped, but the injuries were still there.

Through this last touch of night, Ning Que walked silently and hard through the streets and alleys of Chang'an East City, occasionally leaning sideways into the back of the trees and climbing to the top of the eaves, avoiding the approaching horses' hooves and the sharper and sharper bamboo flutes.

When he finally succeeded in approaching Linxi Lane 47, he found that he could not return to Laobizhai to treat his injuries, because the officials of Chang'an Mansion with iron rulers and ropes had already begun to knock on the door from street to street.

Frowning at the doors that were knocked open, Ning Que raised his hand to cover his mouth, forcibly suppressed his strong urge to cough, and retreated into the shadows of the alley with a wrong step, leaning against the wall and gasping for two quick breaths.

An ordinary horse-drawn carriage appeared at the entrance of the alley, and the logo of the academy was printed on the wheel.

Ning Que hid in the dark, staring at the carriage that took him to the academy every day, listening carefully to the opening of the shop door from time to time in the alley, silently calculating the time in his heart.

The tired right foot kicked the wall hard, and the weak body burst out with the last strength, and he swept diagonally into the alley, opened the car door with his right hand like lightning, and got in.

The servant in the alley, who was asking the owner of the old antique shop, vaguely saw something in the afterglow, and turned his head in astonishment, only to see that the entrance of the alley was empty, only a carriage was quietly parked there.

"How could there be a carriage parked here so early?" said the official with a frown and muttered to himself, ready to go over and take a look. The owner of the antique shop in a single coat yawned, glanced at the carriage at the entrance of the alley, and explained very casually: "That's the carriage that takes Boss Xiaoning to the academy, and it will wait here at this time every day."

Hearing the word academy, the official stopped, laughed at himself, turned his head to look at the antique shop owner and said with emotion: "It's really rare that someone on our street can be admitted to the academy." ”

In the carriage, Ning Que watched the official and the antique shop owner talking at the stone steps, and after confirming that there was no problem, he put down the curtain of the car, knocked on the window gently, and said in a tired voice: "Old Duan, you can go." ”

The coachman Lao Duan was startled, turned his head to look at Ning Que behind the curtain, and said in surprise: "Boss Ning, when did you get in the car? Why don't I know? You got up really early today." ”

"Yesterday, I didn't know how to teach the rites, so I'm in a hurry to go to the academy today to take another look. Ning Que explained softly, then his face changed slightly, he lowered his body and coughed violently, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeve.

Listening to the suppressed but heart-rending cough in the carriage, the driver asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ning Que responded: "It was too hot last night, I greedily ate two bowls of ice, and flushed a few buckets of well water, probably because of a cold." ”

The coachman turned around, took the reins in one hand and waved the horsewhip lightly in the other, and said with a smile: "Heat cold is the most troublesome, but you are young and prosperous, and you will be fine if you drink some herbal tea soup after returning to the shop." ”

Listening to the word Huowang, Ning Que felt a throbbing feeling in his heart for some reason, he was slightly stunned, looked down at his sleeve, and found that it was stained with two smears of blood that he coughed up, so he gently held the corner of his sleeve in his hand.

Chang'an South City is a noble place, that lakeside building is a noble residence, people who are qualified to live in this kind of place are not rich or expensive, although the tea master Yan Suqing is not allowed in the court, but there is still a bit of fame in the upper circle of celebrities. The previous battle to the death in the small building near the lake had already alarmed other residents on the lakeside, and when it was discovered that the head of the tea master Yan Suqing had been cut off, the Chang'an Mansion was the Yulin Army and immediately began the investigation of Yan Sù.

At this time, the city gate has just opened, it is a good time to block the murderers in the city, the officials of Chang'an Mansion are asking around, and the Yulin army is deployed on the streets, and the inspection at the city gate is extremely strict.

But no matter how strict the inspection is, there are still differences after all, at least for the carriage with the logo of the academy and responsible for sending students to the academy to study, the city gate army with a stern expression just asked a few random words, then lifted the curtain and glanced at it, and then waved his hand and let go.

Ning Que lifted the curtain and looked at the hole in the city gate, thinking that if it weren't for the fact that all the blood stains on his body were annihilated for some reason, this level would really be difficult today. At this time, he didn't know that the bloodstains on Suzaku Street had also been completely evaporated and purified, leaving no traces, otherwise the cavalry of the Yulin Army would have chased after him who was tired and injured with bloodstains.

The horse's hooves replied, the wheels were ploughing, and the first morning light descended on Chang'an City, shining on the young man's innocent cheeks, making the pale face even paler, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, remembering the black sunlight in that world, remembering the many incomprehensible things that happened to him tonight, he subconsciously shook his head, and then hid the knife in the car and pulled it down.

The carriage traveled to the academy, Ning Que walked slowly and calmly towards the academy, the stone path that used to be lush with flowers and herbs seemed so long today, every step was so painful, and in order not to let people see his injuries and abnormalities, no matter how severe the pain in his chest was, he had to endure it, and he couldn't even stir his eyebrows.

This kind of physical state is absolutely unable to go to class, Ning Que knows that if he insists on going to class, then he is very likely to squirt a mouthful of blood in front of the teacher and his classmates and then die on the spot, so he walked directly through the quiet side alley of the academy, greeted the first ray of morning light, walked slowly across the wetland, and came to the front of the old study building.

The old book building is open to students day and night, it is too early, whether it is the study building teaching or the four deacons are not there, Ning Que pushed Baidu to open the night bar for the first time...... Then with his right hand on the wall, he climbed up the stairs with great difficulty and slowly.

When he arrived at the familiar second floor, looking at the dense cultivation books on the shelves, Ning Que was silent for a moment, and suddenly had a strong urge to read, because he had an extremely ominous omen in the dark - this would be the last time he would go upstairs in his life, and it would also be the last time he had the opportunity to read these precious books.

After all, he still didn't take the book out of the bookshelf to read, and he didn't have the energy to see if the guy named Chen Pipi had any messages, so he walked to the end of the bookshelf tiredly, and sat down on the floor under the west window.

Later, the female professor should come to describe her bodhisattva flower, right? When she sees her like this, how can she explain it to her? Maybe she will close her eyes and never wake up again, so why bother?

Because of excessive blood loss, and because of the mysterious injuries and collisions suffered inside his body, Ning Que's thoughts were extremely confused, just like those catkins floating in the spring wind, fluttering lightly and not knowing the direction.

He glanced down at his chest...... Feeling the feeling of emptiness, feeling the unbearable tearing pain in the emptiness, he subconsciously raised his trembling right hand and slowly touched it.

He didn't touch the spear from the sky, nor did he feel the blood, but Ning Que felt that his hands were covered with sticky blood, and he was pretty sure that he had indeed poked a big hole in his chest by the spear.

A big invisible hole.

Did you die inexplicably like this?, Ning Que thought bitterly, and at the same time felt endless sleepiness welling up in his mind, feeling that his eyelids had become as heavy as lead, and he kept trying to close.

He untied the large black umbrella behind him and rested it lightly beside him, then leaned back to the wall behind him tiredly, slowly closed his eyes, let out a relaxed sigh, and his legs naturally relaxed and opened.

It's like sitting under a gray wall on that rainy day.

There was a sound of soft footsteps in the building, and the slender female professor walked over slowly, seeing Ning Que sitting under the wall, her eyebrows slowly frowned, and her eyes fell on the big black umbrella beside the young man.

The female professor frowned slightly when she looked at the big black umbrella, and when she looked at Ning Que again, there was a hint of interest and inquiry on her quiet face: "It makes Suzaku angry...... Is it you, or is it the big black umbrella?"

She calmly looked at the young man who was on the verge of death, and for some reason, she didn't mean to come to the rescue, but just sighed softly and said regretfully: "Speaking of which, it's really curious, why does a poor young man who has no cultivation potential hide so many secrets that even I can't see through?"

"Stuck in promises, I can't help you...... Otherwise, I really want to see what you will become when you come back to life. The female professor had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, revealing a childish beauty that was completely inconsistent with her age, looked at Ning Que on the ground, and said: "I will ask for leave for you, and at the same time hope that Haotian can be lucky to you and let you survive, if you can't survive this time, don't blame me, just blame you for appearing a year or two earlier." ”

After a while, she brought a bowl of water and two steamed buns, rested beside him, and returned to the desk by the east window to continue to draw the twilight flowers, as if she didn't know that there was a dying teenager not far behind her.

Outside the window, the morning light is getting fuller, and the cicadas and chickens are gradually rising.