Chapter 110 The Spear on the Chest Shocks the Cicadas

The world disappeared, Ning Que woke up.

He looked at the corpses of the ants very close in front of him, scattered into a pile of green leaf boulders, and after a moment of loss of consciousness, he climbed up with difficulty. He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, maybe it was 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 horse hooves in the distance, he bit his lower lip hard and hard. Forced to boost your spirits, support your tired and injured body and run into a small alley on the side.

The blood left on the bluestone street has disappeared without a trace, as clean as if it had been washed by rain dozens of times and dried by spring warmly. He did not notice the blood stains on his body and did not know where it went, clean like It was like a wooden barrel bath in Hongxiuzhao that had just been in the middle of the night.

What happened when he was in a coma before? He had only a vague impression in his mind at this moment, and he had no memory of the magical battle between the Suzaku painting at the end of the long street and the big black umbrella behind him.

Walking into the side alley, he quickly took off the outer shirt full of sword mouth. Only then did he notice that there was no trace of blood on the outer shirt. He was slightly stunned and looked down at his body with difficulty, confirming that there was no Any blood stains could not help but feel extremely strong doubts in my heart. But the situation was urgent at this time and the government had been alarmed. Without thinking, he tore off a piece of cloth corner and hung it on the branch, and then threw his outer shirt into a house behind the wall.

The invisible spear from the sky seemed to be stuck in his chest. Every step he took would make his face pale, and even the faintest tremor made him feel in his heart. The torn hole is a little bigger.

He stretched out his trembling palm and put on a short wall, jumped in with force, passed by a resident who was still sleeping soundly in the morning, took off a single blue dress from the bamboo pole, and quickly put it in. Body.

He prepared excellent golden sore medicine, but while wearing clothes, he quickly looked at it and was surprised to find that the bloody holes on the surface of his body were cut by flying swords. He had healed at some point. This healing was not real The injury was healed, and it looked more like someone was forcibly burned by fire, but the bleeding was stopped, but the injury was still the same.

With the last night, Ning Que walked silently and hard through the streets and alleys of the East City of Chang'an. From time to time, he turned sideways into the trees, climbed to the top of the eaves, avoiding the horse's hooves and the increasingly sharp bamboos. flute.

When he finally successfully approached Linsushiqi Lane, he found that he could not return to Lao Bizhai to treat his injuries, because the yamen runners holding the iron ruler and ropes in Chang'an Mansion had already started knocking on the doors and asking around the streets.

Frowning and looking at the knocked doors, Ning Que raised his hand to cover his mouth, forcibly suppressing his strong urge to cough, and retreated back into the shadow of the alley, leaning against the wall and gasping for a quick breath.

A carriage of ordinary style appeared at the entrance of the alley, with the academy logo printed on the shaft.

Ning Que hid in the darkness, staring at the carriage that picked him up and dropped him off 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 mind.

His tired right foot slammed the wall hard, and his weak body burst out with the last force. He rushed into the alley with a diagonal sweep, opened the car door like lightning, and then got in.

In the alley, Yu Guangli, the yamen runner who was asking the owner of the old antique shop, saw something vaguely. He turned to look at it in amazement, but saw that there was no one at the entrance of the alley, and only a carriage parked quietly there.

"How could a carriage park here so early?" The yamen runner frowned and said to himself, preparing to go over and take a look.

The antique shop owner in a single dress yawned, looked at the carriage at the entrance of the alley, and explained casually: "That is the carriage that took Boss Xiaoning to the academy, and he would wait here every day. "

Hearing the word "Academy", the yamen runner stopped, laughed at himself, turned his head to look at the antique shop owner and sighed, "It's really rare that someone can get into the academy on our street."

Inside the carriage, Ning Que watched the yamen runners talk to the antique shop owner on the stone steps. After confirming that there was no problem, he put down the curtains of the car, tapped the window frame gently, and said in a tired voice: "Old Duan, you can leave."

The coachman Lao Duan was startled, turned around and looked at Ning Que behind the curtain, and said in surprise: "Boss Ning? When did you get on the bus? Why don't I know? You got up so early today."

"I was not very warm in the lesson plan of the Children's Like Department yesterday. I'm rushing to the academy to take a look." Ning Que explained softly, then his expression changed slightly, he lowered his body and coughed violently, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his sleeves. .

Listening to the depressing but heart-wrenching cough in the car, the coachman asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Ning Quei said, "Last night, I ate two bowls of ice and washed a few buckets of well water. It was probably a cold."

The coachman turned around, waved the whip with one hand and the other, and said with a smile: "Hot colds are the most troublesome, but you are young and hot. If you drink some herbal tea soup after returning to the shop, you will be fine."

Listening to the word "fire" and "bearing", Ning Que felt a palpitation in his heart for some reason. He was slightly stunned, looked down at his sleeve, and found that there were two smears of blood that he had coughed out, so he gently grabbed the corner of his sleeve. Have it in hand.

The southern city of Chang'an is a precious place, and the small building by the lake is even more precious. People who are qualified to live in such a place are not rich or noble. Although the tea master Yan Suqing is not tolerant of the court, he is still in the upper circle of celebrities. Has a bit famous. The previous battle of the death of Xiaozhuli in Linhu had already alarmed other residents on the lakeside. When it was discovered that the tea master Yan Suqing's head was chopped, the Chang'an Prefecture and even the Yulin Army immediately began a serious investigation.

At this time, the city gate had just opened, and it was a great time to block the murderer in the city. The Chang'an government yamen runners were inquiring everywhere, while the Yulin Army was deploying defenses on the streets, and the inspection at the city gate was even more strict.

But no matter how severe the inspection is, there are still differences. At least for the carriage carrying the academy logo and responsible for sending students to the academy to study, the city gate army with a serious expression just asked a few random questions, then opened the curtain to look at it He glanced at it and waved to let go.

Ning Que lifted up the curtain and looked at the entrance of the city gate, thinking that if the blood on his body had not been completely wiped out for some reason, it would have been a difficult time today. At this time, he didn't know that the blood on Zhuque Street had been completely evaporated and purified, leaving no traces. Otherwise, the cavalry of the Yulin Army would have long been escaping the bloodstains to catch up with him, who was exhausted and seriously injured.

The horse's hooves were thrust, and the wheels were thrust. The first morning light came to Chang'an City, shining on the young man's childish cheeks, making his pale face pale. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and remembered the black sunshine in that world , thinking of the many incomprehensible things that happened to me tonight, I subconsciously shook my head and hid my knife under the car board.

When the carriage arrived at the academy, Ning Que walked slowly and calmly into the academy. The stone path, which was lush and lush in the past, seemed so long today, and every step was so painful, and in order not to let people see themselves. He had to endure the injuries and strangeness, no matter how severe the pain was in his chest, he could not even stimulate his eyebrows.

This kind of physical condition is absolutely impossible to attend class. Ning Que is clear. If he insists on attending class, he will most likely spray a mouthful of blood in front of the teachers and classmates and then die on the spot. So he walked directly through the quiet alley of the academy and met the I don't know what morning light it was, so I walked slowly through the wetland and came to the old bookstore.

The old bookstore is open to students day and night, and it is too early to be the first time. Neither the bookstore teaching nor the four deacons are there. Ning Que pushed open the building by himself, and then held the wall with his right hand, and it was extremely difficult to climb upstairs slowly.

When he arrived at the familiar second floor, looking at the densely packed books on the bookshelf, Ning Que was silent for a moment and suddenly felt a strong urge to read, because in the dark he had an extremely ominous sign - this would be the last time he climbed the stairs in his life , and will be the last chance to read these precious books.

After all, he still didn't pull out the books from the bookshelf to see if the guy named Chen Pipi had left a message. He walked to the end of the bookshelf tiredly and walked to the floor room under the west window to sit down.

The female professor should come to describe her small calligraphy of her hairpin later, right? How should she explain to her when she saw her appearance? Maybe I will close my eyes later and never wake up again, so why bother explaining?

Because of excessive blood loss and the mysterious damage and collisions suffered by the body, Ning Que's thoughts were extremely chaotic, just like the willow catkins floating in the spring wind, light and unimpressive and unaware of the direction.

He looked down at his chest, felt the feeling of emptiness, the unbearable tearing pain in the emptiness, subconsciously lifted his trembling right hand and slowly touched it.

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

An invisible hole.

Did you die inexplicably? Ning Que thought in pain, and at the same time felt endless sleepiness coming into his mind. He felt that his eyelids became as heavy as lead, and he kept trying to close them.

He took off the big black umbrella behind him and gently placed it beside him, then leaned tiredly towards the wall behind him, slowly closed his eyes, let out a relaxed sigh, and his legs naturally relaxed and opened.

It was like that on that rainy day, Zhuoerji sat under the gray wall.

The soft footsteps came from the building, and the delicate female professor walked over slowly. Seeing Ning Que sitting under the wall, her eyebrows slowly frowned, and her eyes fell on the big black beside the boy. On the umbrella.

The female professor frowned slightly at the big black umbrella. When she looked at Ning Que again, there was a hint of interest and inquiry on her quiet face: "What made Zhuque angry...is it you, or this big black umbrella?" ? "

She looked at the dying boy calmly. For some reason, she had no intention of helping him. She just sighed softly and said regretfully: "I'm really curious about speaking, a poor boy who has no potential for cultivation. Why? Are there so many secrets hidden in my body that I can't see through? "

"I can't help you due to promises, otherwise I really want to see what you will look like after you come back to life." The female professor looked at the ground with a clear eyebrows and a childish look that was completely inconsistent with his age. Ning Que said, "I will ask for leave for you. At the same time, I hope Haotian can bring you luck to you and let you survive. If you can't survive this time, don't blame me, just blame you for appearing one or two years earlier. "

After a while, she brought a bowl of clear water and two steamed buns, put them beside him, and then returned to the desk by the east window to continue painting small calligraphy of the hairpin, as if she didn't know that there was a dying person not far behind her. a boy.

The morning light outside the window is getting stronger, and the cicadas and the summer heat are getting higher.