The lights in Bailu Guozhen have been extinguished, and the night watchman at the door is sitting on a chair, lighting a short candle in front of him, flipping through the essays and novels in his hand and reading them with relish, killing the long night, and there is a very clean duck neck on the table.

"Hey, this sword is wonderful!"

"This body method was originally called Ling Bo Weibu!"

"If he had killed him at that time, how could there have been these incidents later, woman's kindness!"

The Night Watch is flipping through the book, commenting on the plot of the novel, expressing his own opinions, and denouncing the unreasonable arrangement of the story by the person who wrote the novel.

In countless sleepless nights, some people are having fun in the green building, some people are drinking wine over this small plate of peanuts in the tavern, some people are lying in bed thinking about what to eat tomorrow, and some people are waving their swords in the streets.

In order to ensure that the lovely children in the country are not those who can't sleep, the night watchman can't sleep, so finding something to do has become the only comfort in this rainy night.

Since he is the uncle of the night vigil, he must be a person with eyes like a torch, well-informed, and extremely perceptive, and those who can be on an errand in a university like Bailu Guozhen must be the elite of the elite, and even a small splash in the puddle on the road can't escape the uncle's keen senses.

"Smack. ”

The night watchman raised his head to read a book, looked at the ripples in the puddles of water on the street due to the rain, frowned, he stood up and prepared to go over to take a look, but seeing that there was a tendency to rain in the sky again, he sat back and muttered, "Maybe it's those cats and dogs who are in a hurry to hide from the rain." ”

"In this hellish weather, I don't even go out to talk about books, where will there be idlers wandering outside?"

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"You just made a splash when you passed by. Ning Shu said to Xie Ximeng beside him after climbing over the wall.

"I squatted for a long time just now, and my legs were a little numb. Xie Ximeng rubbed his leg and replied.

The rain was a little lighter before, and the two left the short and narrow unknown eaves, no longer doing such boring things as enjoying the night view of Los Angeles, and followed the streets and alleys, taking advantage of the rain to stop, and headed towards Bailu Guozhen.

Under the plaque of the academy, Ning Shu looked at the blood-stained clothes on his body, and then looked at the uncle who was sitting at the door and seemed to be reading a book and gnawing on his duck neck, but was actually observing the movements around him, and decided not to go through the main entrance.

The door to the study's room by the lake was pushed open and shut, followed by a faint candle flame.

Ning Shu untied the long sword at his waist and put it on the table, took off the bloodstained and tattered cyan scholar shirt on his body and threw it into the bamboo basket, looking at the Miluo Yingyue robe that was not soaked in blood underneath, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The injuries suffered in the previous battle were all burst out from the inside out, but this Mi Luo Yingyue robe was magical, and there was not a trace of blood on it, but it was all on the outer layer of clothing.

Xie Ximeng entered Ning Shu's room for the first time, a few hours ago he stood outside the door and said that he wanted to enter the room and was indifferently rejected by Ning Shu, and after coming in, he looked at the wall casually with his hands, and his eyes swept over the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the bookcase, and he couldn't help but show an appreciative expression.

"Nothing special!" Xie Ximeng moved the stool in front of the table to his side and sat down.

"You can go out in the rain. Ning Shu sat on a stool and looked at the rain outside the window and said to Xie Ximeng.

Maybe they were a little tired after the fight, or maybe the two of them weren't people who didn't talk much, so whether it was under the eaves of the street or by the window of the house, the atmosphere in the field was still silent.

Ning Shu was reminiscing about the swords he had cut out before, always since he embarked on the path of cultivation, every time he took out a sword, he had to repeat it in his own perception world afterwards, which could also be said to be a perception, and at the same time, he also copied and engraved the sword intent that Xie Ximeng revealed when he took out the sword.

He didn't know if other sword cultivators would do this, but his feelings about the sword were different every time he had gone over the years.

It turns out that not all sword cultivators will be like this, such as Xie Ximeng.

Xie Ximeng was supporting his head with his hands at this time, lazily looking at the rain outside the window, and the rod between his fingers was spinning slightly, as if he was playing with a flower.

I don't know how long it took, a strange voice sounded in the quiet room, Ning Shu looked at the source of the sound, Xie Ximeng scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "A little hungry." ”

Ning Shu was about to say something, but found that his stomach was also empty.

It can be seen that not only yawning is contagious, but even things like hunger can occur together, especially when the person around you expresses a great desire to eat at the moment.

After this night, the two of them consumed a lot, and even more rained, and they couldn't help but be hungry.

"I can cook noodles. After looking at each other for a while, Ning Shu spoke.

"I'll fry eggs. Xie Ximeng raised his hand and said that he could also contribute his own strength to Ning Shu's face.

"That'...... Where's the kitchen?"

Ning Shu pointed to a door on the right hand side of the study.

After all, Bailu Guozhen is a first-class university, and there is an annual allocation from the imperial court, so the accommodation conditions are very good, in order to prevent these gentlemen who are immersed in reading are unwilling to go to the canteen to eat and starve to death, Guozhen's study has a simple kitchen.

Although Ning Shu has been eating in the cafeteria, there are still things that should be in the kitchen.

"Then what are you waiting for!

The two pushed open the kitchen door, found a bundle of noodles and two eggs as quickly as possible, and cut a green onion with their hands.

When everything was ready, it was slow to start.

The noodles rested on the board, the green onions lined up neatly, and they saw that they would be able to serve the bowl to eat in a while, and the two realized that the firewood was wet.

Because it has been raining during this time, things that have not been used for a long time have begun to get wet, and the little scholar has changed his face and changed the rice, but somehow he forgot to change the firewood, which causes the surface of the bundle of firewood to be soft and soft, and he can feel the cold wetness when he presses it.

According to common sense, these firewood can actually be used, just find a sunny day and put it in the yard to dry, it is not a big deal, but for Ning Shu and Xie Ximeng, who are now hungry to the extreme and need a bowl of noodles to wake up their injured stomachs, it is a fatal thing.

Ning Shu stared at the bundle of damp firewood in the corner of the wall, his eyelashes trembling, as if he wanted to spew out a fire to burn the bundle of culprits who blocked him from eating.

Xie Ximeng paced in the small space of the kitchen, watching the face on the board waiting for him quietly, just like a beautiful woman who refused to take off her clothes, and couldn't help but look at the bundle of firewood in the corner.

"yes, I'm ...... Mom is a cultivator!" As he walked, Xie Ximeng patted his head.

Ning Shu squinted his eyes and said, "I'm afraid you're not overly hungry, this cooking noodles and cultivation have a ......."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the five-colored light between Xie Ximeng's fingers flickering, and then gradually turned into a fiery red mass, like a burning flame.

Xie Ximeng stretched his finger forward, and the fiery red light instantly surrounded the pile of firewood in the corner.

The light of the fire touched the pyre, making a fluttering sound, which then instantly turned into a crackling and popping sound, and then the pyre burst into flames.

"Can you still use it like this?!" Ning Shu opened his mouth, speechless for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Ximeng's fingers turned into sword techniques, and he actually used the swordsmanship, and the burning firewood flew into the stove like a burning sword, accurate and orderly, which was enough to see that the first person of the younger generation of the Divine Dynasty had reached a high-level realm of swordsmanship.

Perhaps the temperature of Xie Ximeng's fire was too high, but in just a moment, the water in the pot boiled.

"What are you doing in a daze! Xiao Ningzi hurry down!" Xie Ximeng was very satisfied with his operation, and beckoned Ning Shu to work.

When two bowls of hot scallion oil noodles were served on the table, Xie Ximeng felt that his eyes were slightly moist, and the green onions on them looked very cute to him, and he couldn't help but want to eat them in one bite.

Ning Shu also picked up the chopsticks a little excitedly, he didn't expect that a bowl of ordinary noodles could be so tempting, and he couldn't help but feel that his cooking level had improved again......

"Wait!"

Ning Shu raised his head and looked at Xie Ximeng suspiciously, thinking to himself, big brother, what are you going to do!

If you can't tell why, you'll cut off your posture with a sword.

The feeling of seeing the food in front of you, seeing the beauty lying in your arms, watching the dream halfway through, and then being interrupted, is a great torture.

"I don't know if you have a ...... here Chili sauce, you must know that I am from the north, and this is a good bite to eat. ”

Chili sauce is very common in the north as a condiment that can add color and flavor to meals, so it is also configured in the kitchen, but Ning Shu is a southerner, and Bailu Guozhen's logistics are too intimate, so there are no such heavy condiments in his study.

But looking at Xie Ximeng's eagerness, and thinking of this meal, Xie Ximeng had to account for the vast majority of the credit, not to mention that after a meal, he was also a little hungry for this hot thing, so Ning Shu put down his chopsticks, thought for a while, and walked out of the door.

In the middle of the night, everything is dormant, the canteen is not open, and the street vendors are still resting.

But!

At this point, there are not only Ning Shu and Xie Ximeng, who have just returned from killing, but also the rather maverick Mu surnamed next door to Ning Shu.

Because when Ning Shu came back, he saw that the light next door was still on.

After two taps, a scruffy face opened the door, and the surname Mu didn't have any expression when he told the story, and asked in a flat tone, "What's the matter?"

"Sorry to interrupt. Ning Shu bowed to the ground.

"That...... Is there any chili sauce?"