Chapter 79 First Lesson

Situ Yilan opened her eyes wide, staring at the lawn that was burning like wildfire under the setting sun, staring at the pair of masters and servants who were gradually moving away in the lawn driveway, couldn't help but hold their hands on their waists and muttered: "This man It's really interesting."

Ning Que didn't think these things were interesting. He argued with a group of little kids, except wasting time, and he was considering more. According to the academy's course arrangement, there was a lot of free time for students. , He should spend that time doing meaningful things, such as killing people and earning money.

Lying on Lao Bizhai's bed, he looked at the name on the oil paper and asked, "Are you ready?"

Sangsang was applying oil to the polished Park knife, lowered his head and replied, "The new cloth cover and old clothes are ready, but young master, what hairstyle are you going to combed this time? Or is it from Yuelunguo?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "You make the decision on such a small thing."

Sangsang raised his head and asked, "When will you go and kill?"

"This guy lives in Dongcheng, not far from us. He will kill him whenever he wants to."

Ning Que looked at the name Chen Dongcheng on the oil paper, looked at the simple information below, and then paused and explained: "We don't know when to kill people. In the future, the government will investigate the case, so it will not be easy to pass the law of time. Deduce something."

"There is no law in the world, but if there are more people killed, there will naturally be law."

Sangsang inserted the bright Park knife in his hand back into the sheath, walked to the bedside and looked at Ning Que's face, and said seriously: "This is what you taught me when you were a child. No matter how you hide yourself, the government will always be able to do so in the future. Find out the reasons for your murder from the identities of these people you killed."

"The general's mansion is dead, and all the mountain villages in Yanjing have been slaughtered." Ning Que smiled and replied, "Even if the court finally found out that the murderer was to avenge these two things, how could he find me? Come?"

"Maybe you can't find out, young master, but the court knows who you want to kill, so they can protect your target of murder, and even use those names as bait traps directly. By then, even if you know those people, young master, you know those people There are people from the court around you, so don't you go and kill them?"

Ning Que looked at the little maid's eyes quietly, suddenly laughed, and said, "You rarely think about so many things."

"I'm not really stupid, I'm just too lazy to think about it." Sangsang murmured in a low voice. As for why she was willing to think about these things that would feel too troublesome on weekdays today, or she didn't understand it herself.

Ning Que understood, so his pupils became a little warm. He looked at her and said with a smile: "I promise you that after killing two or three more, I will rest for a while, and then I will study in the academy honestly."

Sangsang smiled, and a relaxed expression finally appeared on his slightly dark face, and he said, "Yes, the academy is such a good place. The young master can know so many talented men of the same age. You must cherish it."

Ning Que was very uncomfortable with Sangsang suddenly turned into Xiren. He couldn't help rolling his eyes, looking at the roof, his right hand stretched into the quilt was calculating with his fingers. As the saying goes, he is the same age, but he is actually bigger than them. Seven or eight years old?

The school officially started teaching on the second day. Ning Que Sangsang and the others got up early one morning again. After washing and eating, Sangsang stood at the door of the shop and saw him off. Ning Que got on the carriage alone. The master and servant are now rich people with a net worth of over 2,000 taels. Although they are still frugal, they no longer mind buying a carriage for a long time.

As the sky was dawn, the south gate of Chang'an City opened, and dozens of carriages with obvious academy logos were out in sequence. Judging from the number of carriages, most of the students in the academy were still unwilling to run back and forth, so they chose to live on campus for a long time.

Walking south quickly along the willow-shaped official road, you will see flowers, fields, and water shadows along the way. The curtains are raised. I will see the steep and high mountain and the meadows and flowers and trees that stretch like the sea at the foot of the mountain. Although this is the second time I have seen this scene, Ning Que couldn't help but sigh again, as if this wonderful fairyland could actually appear in the world, in the bustling and noisy suburbs of Chang'an.

More than ten black carriages climbed on the green meadow, and soon arrived at the main entrance of the academy. The students got off the car and bowed to each other and said aloud. Before the inconspicuous Simplified Stone Gate, there were already many yesterdays. The inpatients who entered the examination room together greeted each other, and the gates of Qingjing courtyard suddenly became lively.

The young students were uniformly wearing the blue left-collar robe of the academy, the boys wore black turbans, and the girls used ebony buns as hairpins to lift their black hair, which was lined with the simple stone door of the Yinyin lawn, which looked particularly refreshing and matched. The unique vitality on the faces of young people, facing the rising sun in the east, a breath of youth spreads everywhere.

Ning Que sorted out the green school uniform on his left collar, took out the small bronze mirror that Sangsang stuffed into the package at night, and looked at whether the black Luo headscarf on his head was wearing a crooked face, and then walked off the carriage after confirming that it was correct.

Yesterday, he was admitted to the hospital for examination. In addition to the three men of Xie Chengyun in Nanjin, he was the most conspicuous person who tamed the big dark horse. When the students who were making noise at the gate of the courtyard saw him, they did not avoid being jealous. , but came up enthusiastically, and gave a good answer to each other's recent situation and reported to your own home.

The bells in the depths of the academy rang quietly, and the students stopped talking, climbed up the steps in the morning light, the horns of the green school uniform were blown by the morning breeze, and the headscarf and hair bun were gradually spread, and inexplicably they had a little out of the world. feel.

Ning Que, who deliberately slowed down his pace and fell at the end of the crowd, raised his head in the rising sun, looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart moved slightly. He did not speed up his pace, but looked at the simple and clumsy in front of him more and more carefully. For example, the main entrance of the academy with three stone pillars, there are also ordinary bookstore buildings on the Pingzhou above the stone steps.

Yesterday, His Majesty of the Academy came in person, and the ceremonial guard was strict and he was busy looking at the exam. He had never looked at it carefully - the Academy gave people such a strong sense of outspreading, and the mountain behind the courtyard, which was half hidden among the clouds, gave people such a A strong sense of oppression, but why did he not find anything special here from yesterday to this morning?

A few years ago, Ning Que didn't know where the academy was. He only knew how to distinguish the smell of animal urine and how to calculate the flight trajectory of feather arrows. It was not until General Ma of Weicheng signed up for him that he began to gradually develop acquaintance. I have learned some understanding, such as those glorious history and countless predecessors.

For some reason, he insisted that the academy in front of him should not be as simple as he saw, and should not be just an educational institution that cultivates talented talents for the Tang Empire, but should be loaded with greater significance - the reason why there is This understanding is probably related to what you saw and heard on your journey back from the grassland.

"Any abandoned disciple came out of the academy and was the great sword master. Old man Lu Qingchen and His Highness the Princess mentioned that the academy seemed extremely respectful, but why were the people here similar to me and didn't see any special places?"

He held the Hei Luo headscarf on his head and murmured to himself.

At this time, he had walked alone through the main entrance of the academy, passed through the stone plaza, away from the main building, and walked in an alley where the morning light had not yet shined in. Not far from the alley was the lively bookstore, which could be heard faintly The students were excited to call their friends and discuss, but the alley was very quiet.

A sound suddenly sounded in the quiet alley.

"There is no special place in the world, such as the palace, the Haotian Temple, and the unknowable places. So what special can the academy be?"

Listening to this voice, Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand in his sleeve suddenly collapsed. He was ready to get the big black umbrella in the cloth cover behind him at any time. The environment he had difficulty living since childhood made him instinctively about any sudden situation. Determined as dangerous.

There was a scholar in front of the alley.

The scholar had straight eyebrows and broad eyes, a simple and friendly expression. He was wearing an old cotton robe that looked too thick in spring, and a pair of torn straw sandals under his feet. Both the old cotton robe and the torn straw sandals were covered with dust, as if he didn't know anything. I haven't washed it for many years, but for some reason this person looks extremely clean.

From body to mind, it is extremely clean.

A book held by the scholar in his right hand, and a wooden ladle was tied by his waist. Ning Que's eyes went back and forth between the book and the Mu Piao, and finally fell on the scholar's face, and the right hand in his sleeve gradually relaxed.

This is the academy, and no one in the world has the courage to do something bad here. Moreover, although this scholar is covered in dust, he gives people a feeling of being as clean as a child. No matter who sees him, he will subconsciously think. Go and believe in his confidants, as if he should be believed whatever he says and does.

Ning Que's body relaxed, but his mood became extremely nervous, because he felt that he believed in this scholar who suddenly appeared, and for him, who had been struggling between life and death since childhood, determined not to trust anyone for the rest of his life. , this kind of trust that is unreasonable and powerful is very terrifying.

He could not be hostile to this book at all, and what made him even more frightened was that he had a very clear feeling that even if he took out the big black umbrella behind him, he would not be able to pose any threat to the scholar in front of him.

The scholar wearing a cotton robe smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the cloth cover behind Ning Que, as if he could see what was inside. He patted Mu Pui by his waist and asked, "The umbrella behind you is good, do you want to change it?"

How did this person know if there is an umbrella or a big black umbrella in the cloth cover behind me? Ning Que felt thirsty between his lips and tongue, and he couldn't speak at all. After a long silence, he shook his head firmly.

The scholar sighed with regret, walked past him with the scroll, never glanced at Ning Que again, and walked to outside a remote side door of the academy.

A lonely ox cart parked outside the side door of the academy.

The scholar walked to the side of the car, bowed to the car very seriously, and then sat on the shaft and picked up the bull whip.

An ordinary old man's voice came out in the carriage with the strong aroma of wine: "Will he change with you?"

The scholar smiled and shook his head, then waved the bull whip, and the ox cart slowly began to move forward.

In the spring of the 13th year of the Apocalypse, the Master took his eldest disciple to travel to the country again.

I wonder how many pots of wine he would drink on this trip.

Cut a few kilograms of plums on a mountain.