Nightfall

‘I rank thirteen, girl you can call me thirteen. ...

"You also know the characters?"

"Slightly understand."

"Brother Thirteen, do you also know calligraphy?"

"Slightly understand."

"Brother Thirteen, what do you think of this chicken soup post?

"This post does not know how to converge. It looks like nothing new, but in fact it is nothing more than a chicken thief's method. The evil way is inking. It is not worth mentioning. "

Those conversations during the journey, like the cold wind on the wasteland drilling into the tent, kept digging into the mind of Moshan Mountain, and some dull eyes seemed more and more confused, and even a little lost.

In the 13th place in the academy, it is not who he is. Apart from himself, who in the Tang Dynasty will be so contemptuous about chicken soup and flower opening posts? And that night he had admitted that he knew a little about Taoism, why did he not think he was him? Shanshan, you should have guessed it already?

Mo Shanshan looked at the paper on the case that looked like a childish messy book, stretched his hands and kneaded it together, and did not want anyone to see it in shame, but he did n’t know whether the shame was taken from a mess or a mess Heart, but no matter where it is chaotic, besides being shy at this time, she does have a lot of anger.

After a long journey, she went with her in the same car, but she did n’t even know he was him. She even said that she liked him in front of him, although he did n’t know that he was him at the time. I didn't know that the one she silently liked was the one in front of her, but now she finally knew that he was him.

Everyone knows Shu Shujing, a virgin, but she does such a thing, how can she not be ashamed? How could she not be ashamed if she let the guy know the truth of the matter? Sister Hua even asked her to explain how she could not be ashamed?

The trembling fingertips pulled out the wonderfully preserved quinoa from the bank. She looked at the words on the paper, and her long and sparse eyelashes flickered gently, just like trying to cover the blush on the fair skin. : In the spring, there was a news from Chang Guo that shocked Changan. She knew that a distant foreign country had a young scholar who was deeply loved by the Tang Emperor. She naturally ordered the deacon to collect some copies out of habit. There is no legendary flower blooming post, but I saw this chicken soup post.

It is said that the young calligrapher was just because of the chicken soup posted into the eyes of Master Yan Se, and was accepted as a successor of the Rune. As a bookworm girl who studied under Master Rune Master Wang Shusheng, she certainly knew what the Rune Master demanded from the successor. So harsh, so I have been observing this chicken soup post for a long time: she did not see that the writer has the potential of a magician like Master Yan Se, nor did the girls in the red dress because of Master Yan Se The words in the note were scattered and she felt tears, but she was not far from the Rune Master, so she could appreciate the many meanings hidden in this chicken soup post.

In addition, she also read a lot of Cai Ben, and proud of her, she also had to admit that the young calligrapher of Chang'an City did indeed write good words, except for Master Shusheng, who could not find a second one A person on a par with it.

However, when the details of the mountaineering competition on the second floor of the academy reached Dahe Country, she was surprised to see that the original person actually defeated the Prince Longqing and became a student of the Master.

She and **** used to be good friends and often communicated letters, so she knew how Longqing was close to being perfect, but Longqing actually lost to him, and even the eldest son also accepted him as a student, then this person ... Presumably, regardless of the morality of the population, is it very good?

Looking at the chicken soup post at this time, she saw some different tastes, a simple and scribbled note, although the spoken strokes were loose, but there was a deep and kind nature in the faint, so naturally and brightly, it seemed like a Hao Tian Shenhui sent a thunder in the clouds: the world should look like this.

She was curious about the circumstances under which the person could write such words. For some reason, Ting once firmly believed that viewing people by words is a stupid act, but in the spring of this year However, because of these words, she could hardly restrain herself from having a different feeling for the young man in Chang'an City in the distance.

This is not complicated with the feeling, but it is very subtle, very clean and transparent like crystal.

She just read the person ’s words, but not the person, but the people in the calligraphy can match each other ’s mind. She looked at the person ’s words as if she saw the person. When she read the words, the person seemed to be there. Around.

From spring to summer, she has been by the side Mochi under Mogan Mountain, quietly reading the man ’s signature: The legendary Mochi is black, but in fact it is clear and transparent, reflecting the stars and girls. Calm and smiling face: The man was behind her, looking at the signature in her hand, looking at the water reflecting her face, without speaking or speaking, just watching it quietly by the Mochi .

Mo Shanshan looked at the chicken soup and rubbed it, his eyelashes flickered slightly, the blush on his face faded gradually, and the shame in his eyes had already changed into anxiety and uneasiness. He said softly, "So you are you, who is Sang Sang in that post?"

"Master Sang Sang, I am drunk today ..."

Is Sang Sang your little girl? Did she follow you a lot? That's why you trust so naturally and so attached. Is this attachment due to habit or what? Why didn't you hear you mention it on the trip? Yes, at that time, you were still pretending to be someone else's identity. Naturally, you wouldn't mention this, it's just Sang San ... who is it?

Master Yan Se can read Ning Que ’s forgetfulness from the chicken soup stickers, and the red-sleeved recruits can feel the warm fragrance of the bowl of chicken soup at home, but she feels the name Sang Sang from this pair of books. The important of the book reader. At this time, Hua Hua lifted the curtain and walked in, watching her next to the book case as she stayed in the jaw ... She could not help but smile slightly, this year she often looked at the mountain master by Mochi, so others did not know that she was She was clear about the emotions that people could not understand.

"After eating, you can watch again, and think about how much you want." She quipped: "Because of her close relationship with Juhua, she was aware of her own mind, so Mo Shanshan was only slightly embarrassed and annoyed when facing her.

Because Mo Shanshan, the name at the beginning of the chicken soup post, was a little uneasy, he suddenly became more ashamed when he listened to the words of Zhi Zhihua. She has never been ashamed in her life because she has never pleased anyone, but now her mind is exposed by her kind sister. Where can she not be ashamed?

She held the slightly rounded pink cheek with her hand and blinked her eyelashes. Her red and thin mouth netted into a straight line. Looking at the pile of suitcases carefully arranged in the corner of the tent, she suddenly annoyed and said: "Give these bags to He sent it. "

Ju Zhihua said with a smile: "I have no time."

Mo Shanshan turned around and looked at the Tmall girl who came in behind her, Shen Sheng said: "Cat, you know the guy, and you will send him a suitcase to Tangying later."

Tmall scratched her head suspiciously and asked, "Why? Brother said that he would go back later."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "Where are there so many reasons, he was originally a Tang man, and he can't still live here with us, and he can send his luggage there, it would be considered a two-clear."

The thin chicken soup Tie Tuo is still on the case, the faint figure is still on the Mochi water, and the tacit understanding of the peers fighting side by side is still in memory. Where is the thing that can be cleared by returning the luggage?

The mind is not luggage, because there is no weight, so it is difficult to lift and even more difficult to put down.

At this time, Ning Que did not know that the girl in white in the camp of Mochiyuan was being shy and annoyed and was ready to liquidate his embarrassed emotions and inadequate memories of outsiders. If he knew the truth of the matter, he would definitely jī was excited and nervous to speak, because although he was running away on the road away from the small people, there was really no consciousness of the big people in his bones. Bookworms secretly like to confuse themselves? What is the difference between your mother and sister Butterfly who likes to pride herself? Still wearing the tight little kùkù butterfly sister dancing hot dance!

Because he did n’t know this, he was drinking tea in a tent somewhere in Tangying at this time, and he seemed to be particularly relaxed. After all, it was his place. Both mentally and physically, he got a real rest under the guarantee of security: only It's a pity that he can't relax completely, because he still has a very important thing to do.

At the moment of the curtain, a military order appeared in Tang Changli. General Shu Cheng summoned the various ministries to announce the results of the temple ’s deliberations today, and to discuss specific matters for the attack on the barren tribe next spring.

The command of the Chinese military account is a little strange. The main force responsible for attacking the barren tribe should be completed by the elite cavalry of the left account Wang Ting. Even though the northeastern frontier of the Datang Empire will also participate in the battle, it is not the turn of these captain officers and Shu General Cheng discusses the war because their qualifications are seriously insufficient.

However, the Emperor Tang Dynasty was as heavy as a mountain. Although the cavalry stationed in Wang Ting belonged to the northeastern frontier, but the army accountant had orders, no one dared to defy, accompanied by the intensive footsteps, the captain officers at all levels hurriedly rushed Towards the military account, the patrol cavalry was also transferred, leaving only the defensive force outside the barracks: rather lacking the tent, he walked east in the deserted camp and took about forty steps from a camp Where he stopped, he reached out and pulled out a **** umbrella tightly wrapped in cloth.

The camp account belonged to a general of the northeastern frontier of Datang, and a very mild herb and **** smell came out of the camp account. If it was not his consciousness after his practice, he would n’t even smell it: " After so many days, I haven't completely stopped the blood. I really don't know how you survived. "

Ning Que pondered silently in his heart, and with his wrist, I opened the **** umbrella master.

He walked toward the camp with a **** umbrella.

At this time the curtain was bloody, but the cloud above the camp began to fall.

The snow is extremely small and sparse, and a few snowflakes fall on the greasy and dirty black umbrella surface, which is somewhat beautiful.

There was no sound when the tiny snowflakes fell on the black umbrella surface, and there was no sound when the sturdy leather boots stepped on the barnyard grass. Rather than holding the black umbrella, he walked into the general camp.

A knife slashed his head and cut his face!

The sword was round and bright, and it was like a machete.

The people in the tent knew that Ning Ran had taken it, so Ning Que could not attack.

Ning Que knew there was someone in the account, so this machete was not a sneak attack on him.

The forehead suddenly dang, Ning Que ’s right foot popped like lightning and slammed fiercely at the root of the attacker ’s big tuǐ, with a snapping noise, the attacker ’s body bent like a shrimp, and the machete in his hand was cut out and heavy. Landed on the ground.

A choking slender pak knife came out of the sheath, and turned into a bright light brush on the person's throat, and the blood was so violently spouted all the way to the top of the tent.

There was a strong wind on the right side, and Ning Que head did not return to hold the **** umbrella with the **** of his left hand. A rune suddenly turned into invisible, and an inexplicable appearance appeared in the camp.

The sneaking horse thief clenched the scimitar in both hands, rushed by the forward momentum, and was very fast, as if to split the **** umbrella, and then avoided Ning Que from top to bottom in half, but when he After rushing to the umbrella, it was not the **** umbrella, but the sea of ​​fiery white flames.

The flames in the camp air flared and the flames on the horse thief's head were still burning. The machete he cut in his hand didn't cut the umbrella or the person, only the air.

Ning Que has already turned around and waited in the wrong direction for a long time, watching the horse thief in the flames start to deform and touch the face ... Watching his last surprised Yan's eyes ... Watching his open mouth want to come out, exclaimed, Slimming his sword.

The blade flashed, and the burning head flew towards the tent.

The blood water sprayed from the blood cavity of the horse thief's neck was sprayed to the top of the tent again, and the blood of the companion was at the same place.

Ning Que left his umbrella in his left hand, held a knife in his right hand, and continued to walk silently into the tent.

The headless body fell behind him with a snap: there was no emotion on his face under the umbrella.

He has no mercy on these horse thieves or those posing as horse thieves, whether in the past, now or in the future.

The horse thief's burning head rolled on the ground, until it rolled into the tent, and it stopped near the sleeping place. The flames accompanied by the burnt smell gradually extinguished.

On the bed was a middle-aged man with a pale face, very thin and very weak. A shoulder was tightly bound by a cloth. There was still some blood oozing out, and the smell of carrion could be smelled faintly.

The middle-aged man stared at Ning Que, who was approaching. Suddenly, his eyes burst into light, and his body shivered fiercely. It seemed extremely painful, yet extremely determined.

The vitality of the world suddenly became disordered in the camp, a cold wind rose for no reason, and the snowflakes on the **** umbrella were instantly blown to nowhere, but the vigorous thought that condensed decades of meditation and the determination of the last moment of life and death Just like this cold wind, the **** umbrella's sloppy umbrella face was blocked from outside.

Nothing can pierce Ning Que's sea of ​​knowledge.

"You just ordered to kill me before you were ordered. I must know who I am."

Ning Que walked to the pale middle-aged man in front of him, looked down at him, and said calmly: "I admit that your mind is indeed strong, but even if you are intact, how can you pay back when I am prepared? Dare to hope to defeat a disciple on the second floor of the academy? Not to mention that you are so seriously injured now. "

"In addition, do you think the injury at the broken arm is recovering slowly? Even if you keep cutting the carrion, you still can't stop the wound from festering? In fact, it is because there is something on my knife.

Ning Que raised her right arm and put Park Sword in front of the middle-aged man's face. Park Sword was radiant with cold light. Except those complicated runes, there was no special place.

"Instructed you to kill me and yourself, knowing that I am a student on the second floor of the academy, and knowing that I am a descendant of Master Yan Se, so that day I was under the meadow, and several of my killing moves were blocked by you. But it ’s a pity that you do n’t know two things about me. ”

Ning Que said: "I have been hunting for a living since I was young, and I hunted big beasts when I was very young, so I occasionally used poison. My knife was smeared with snake sapwood juice from the Minshan Mountain. Strong, but troublesome. "

There was a middle-aged man lying on the seat, his face was extremely pale, because he forced out the last accumulated thought in the sea, he had no power to return his hand at this time, listening to Ning Que ’s peaceful narrative, his eyes were subconscious 1ù, with a fearful expression, as a strong practitioner, he really could not understand that Ning lacked a proselyt who was a Confucius. In addition to the means of practice, he still hid so many vicious afterwords.

"I believe you will not have any fighting power at this time, but you are after all a great master of the realm of Dongxuan Shangpin, and a big man of my northeastern frontier of Datang, so I must be vigilant, so sorry."

With the word "sorry" exited, Ning Que once again waved the Piao knife in his hand. The light of the knife shone suddenly and suddenly. The middle-aged man did not die, but a terrible blood appeared again on his shoulder, and the last arm left Left the body!

The middle-aged man turned around and looked hard at his shoulders, confirming that his arms were completely broken, and he could not help feeling ashamed, and then he felt an unbearable pain rushing into his brain from his shoulders instantly, and could not help but utter a terrible cry.

Ning lacked the knife and returned to the sheath, and found several pieces of old cloth in the camp, one was stuffed into his mouth, and the rest was wrapped around the wound on his shoulder. He had a good skill in dressing the wound, plus he poured half a bottle The wounded medicine soon stopped bleeding.

While lowering his head and seriously treating the middle-aged man, he said: "I have said two things about me before, you do n’t know. In addition to the one I said, there is another thing that I have. Defects ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Although I started to practice, I am still not a person outside the world, so I can't afford to mention a lot of things, such as you want to kill me, I definitely want to retaliate Yes, why do you want to kill me? "

Ning Que completed the bandage and sat next to the middle-aged man. He took out the old cloth from his mouth and said, "You must be unable to lift anything in the future, so you must learn to let go, such as those stupid ones. Something like loyalty. "

If he wanted to torture a confession, he cut off his right arm with a knife, but he did so, and directly forced the other party into desperation, but at this time he began to ask questions ... It seemed cold-blooded. His behavior is actually very reasonable. Without such a cold and clueless mental shock, how can it break the heart of a strong practitioner?

The middle-aged man closed his eyes in pain and his dry mouth net opened, and he would involuntarily say what the other party wanted to know.

Ning Que looked at him calmly and said, "It's no use pretending to be desperate, as long as you live, there is hope. After all, you are still alive at this time, so you have to make an account of some things."

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