Ning Shi didn't know that Fei was the young general of the General's Mansion, even if he knew that he didn't care, what he needed now was to rest. Polishing the 500-zhang boulder smoothly, Rao is thirty-six pregnant points are fully opened, and he enters the sword product, and he still feels unbearable.

The second floor of the cottage is also luxurious.

The shelves were full of military books, and the room was also very warm, the brazier was full of charcoal, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood.

Ning Shi dragged off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes and began to gather qi to practice. Jian Xin absorbed the spiritual power of the imperial tomb, and the pregnancy point began to nurture the mist in nature and turned into sword qi.

Fei Shi downstairs shook his head, the corners of his mouth wanted to laugh, but he thought it was very interesting, a teenager like Ning Shi, he had met it for the first time. Those gentlemen in Luoyang City, who saw him was not respectful, compared to those garbage, Ning Shike was too real.

Otherwise, sometimes some men are cheap.

You lower your eyebrows, he says you're rubbish, you scold him for training him, but he thinks you're funny.

What a strange animal.

The practice is about smelling the chicken and dancing, Fei Jingjing has always been strict with himself, but he always needs to sleep when he sleeps.

The chickens of Suishan Mountain, standing tall, naturally see the sun earlier than the chickens in Luoyang City, so they crow early.

The chickens didn't crow, and Ning Shi began to slap the door of the room.

There was just a faint glow in the sky.

Fei stung sleepy eyes fluffy and opened the door.

Ning Shi was already dressed neatly: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to call you to get up." ”

Fei was stunned: "But you have already shouted." ”

Ning Shi: "Send me back to yesterday's boulder." ”

Fei was stunned: "It was me who was beaten yesterday, and you weren't injured, such a powerful sword cultivator, if you want to be a sword immortal in the future, you shouldn't be afraid of the dark!"

Ning Shi: "Ghosts are afraid of the dark, I don't know the road." ”

Fei was stunned: "Road idiot?"

Ning Shi: "Do you only put your mind on the key place, wholeheartedly, where you are like you, practice boxing, practice boxing, what do you do with so many military books in the room?"

Fei nodded very seriously: "That's right." ”

Ning Shi rolled his eyes: "Bragging." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his finger: "Do you want to go?"

He couldn't be too polite to some people, Ning Shi firmly remembered his aunt's teachings.

When there was a trace of fish belly white on the top of Suishan Mountain, Ning Shiqi stood in front of the boulder calmly, with the black wooden sword in his hand, holding the sword in one hand and the book in the other.

The books are in no order, they are all named one by one.

Ning Shi rolled up his cuffs early, took a deep breath, and the tip of the sword approached the boulder, but he didn't write the inscription for a long time.

Fei was stunned and didn't know what words Ning Shi was going to engrave, so he originally wanted to send people to him and continue to practice boxing, but when he saw Ning Shi's posture, he felt again: "It's okay to take a look, sword cultivation and lettering, it should be different." ”

Mu Jianping raised in front of him.

Motionless.

Fei was stunned and fell asleep, Ning Shi still didn't put down the pen, the painting paid attention to the artistic conception scene, and the lettering was the same, Ning Shi didn't want to carve the words he carved just lettering.

These books are rosters, and they are soldiers who died on the battlefield in the Tang Kingdom.

Tragic.

Heroic.

Guard.

Ning Shi silently recited three words in his heart.

The expression was solemn and meticulous, and Ning Shi's first sword was as if Jin Ge Iron Horse had fallen into a dream, and the sound shook the mountain, and the aftermath echoed......

The word.

It's an epitaph.

The bluestone white characters, the gravel flying, and the aftermath echoes.

Ning Shiheng's sword was straight, big drops of sweat splashed out of his forehead with the shaking of his wrists, his eyes were cold, and his handwriting was resolute. For a moment, he felt as if he was not carving words, but dragging back those soldiers who had died in a foreign land with a sword, and then carving them onto the stone tablet to give them a home in Huangquan.

Sword after sword.

There was a small sword aura flying on the wooden sword, and Ning Shi controlled the strength very well.

He is not a master of calligraphy, nor is he a peerless craftsman, but his eyes have seen countless blood, and he has seen countless mountains and rivers with Meng Bajiu, his heart is full of blood, and his words are surging.

Ning Shi is not the king of Tang, and he has never fought for the Tang Kingdom, but he doesn't know why, standing in the tomb of the Emperor of this year-old mountain, carving these 200,000 names, holding the roster of the underworld, he wants to cry a little.

Tear ducts are sometimes so weird.

From the white belly of the fish to the vast twilight, Ning Shi's sword never left his hand, engraved ten thousand and one hundred names, twenty-eight thousand three hundred and twenty-two words, the sword qi never converged, and the tiger's mouth cracked.

Gritting his teeth.

Ning Shi carved until he couldn't see his five fingers.

There is no moon or stars tonight, and it is pitch black.

Ning Shi engraved the words for a whole day, and Fei was stunned to read them for a whole day, and at this time, he finally spoke: "What are these words engraved?"

Ning Shi put away his sword and turned around: "Dead." ”

Fei was stunned and asked curiously, "Why did you die?"

Ning Shi pointed to the north: "Died in battle?"

Fei was stunned.

Ning Shi seemed to be able to see Fei's stunned expression clearly: "Your room is full of military books, you should be able to guess it." ”

Fei was stunned: "North?"

Ning Shi shook his head: "The person who asked me to engrave the inscription didn't make it clear, but I know that there are 200,000 Tang Kingdom souls in the Fallen Horse Grassland, and there happens to be a roster of 200,000 people in this book." ”

Being able to cultivate into the second realm, how can it be really dementia and stupid, Ning arrived at ten o'clock, and Fei was shocked and immediately understood. Although Li Tianyi didn't tell Ning Shi the truth, Li Tianyi didn't know that Ning Shi had caught a lawnmower in the depths of Meishan.

The lawn mower told Ning Shi: "The 200,000 Tang troops in the Fallen Horse Grassland have all been killed, and the remnants of the deserters will still experience harvest one stubble after another, and there are very few who can really escape back to Luoyang City." ”

No one else knows.

Fat cats returning from the North should know.

The Xu curtain of the Jinyi Guard will not be unaware.

A large box of books was placed in Li Tianyi's hands, and he naturally knew it.

Li Tianyi's heart hurts, but he can't express it, he wants to cry, so he can only eat wontons with chili pepper stuffing and pretend to be spicy to cry. He wanted to do something for his father and the soldiers, but he couldn't do anything.

The fat cat won't do it, Xu Curtain is not suitable to do it, and the people in Jinyiwei are not suitable, they can only do the shadow behind Li Tianyi.

Therefore, carving the tombstone inscription has become a transaction, and Li Tianyi hired Ning Shi, an inconspicuous sword cultivator, for ten cents per word.

The fat cat said: "Ning Shi is talented, his cultivation is good, and the lettering is more than enough." ”

Not only is it more than enough, but it is also a blessing.

The first time Ning Shi entered the Sui Mountain, he was stung by Fei, this Sui Mountain, Xu Shumu investigated, and came quietly according to the map, naturally could, but who would have thought that Ning Shi would be a road idiot.

The guards had already been alarmed along the way.

Originally, it was definitely impossible for Ning Shi to engrave well, but with the appearance of Fei Jing, everything would not be a problem, the young general of the General's Mansion, there was really no one who would come out to stop it.

Don't say it's lettering.

Even if it is set on fire on this year-old mountain, as long as Fei is happy and happy, let it go casually, it is a big deal to find someone to extinguish it. People who eat in officialdom have transparent eyes and thoughts, who can be provoked, who can't be provoked, the door is clear.