Chapter 129 The Quiet Beauty and the Sorrow of Autumn

Ning Que saw the female professor at a glance and could not help but feel a little embarrassed, touching his head and smiling.

The female professor looked at him and said with a smile: "You don't have to avoid me. I just come to this forest occasionally."

Ning Que asked respectfully, "Sir, why do you like this forest?"

The female professor was silent for a moment, raised her head behind her back and looked at the autumn leaves on the forest, and said calmly: "Many years ago, someone realized the truth in this sword forest . That person was the only person I really admire in the academy. Perhaps this sword forest Now there is still some breath of that person left, so every time I come to this forest, I feel a little happy."

"The only person I really admire?" Ning Que said in confusion: "Is it the dean who realized the truth here?"

The female professor smiled and said nothing.

Ning Que looked at her back and suddenly found that the slender female professor looked at the sky with her hands on her back. She had no choice but to feel a magnificent feeling. She scratched her head and said, "If that senior was still in this forest, the gentleman might have had a relationship with him." Become a friend."

The female professor shook her head and said in harmony: "If we can meet, I should try whether his sword energy is so unparalleled."

Listening to the four words "Haoran Wushuang", Ning Que remembered the Haoran sword in the old bookstore for no reason, but still had no clue.

"There are true meanings in the mountains and forests. Since you can understand the scenery here, don't waste it. Take a look more."

The female professor looked back at him and said, "Practitioners who practiced themselves disdain to compete with the world for a while, but they should not read books and appreciate the scenery. They went astray. How can they be indifferent to the ambition? Next autumn, the Tang people among your students will go to the border. If you practice it, you must lay a solid foundation this year, otherwise it would be a pity if you die on the battlefield?"

Ning Que was sincerely polite and taught. Suddenly he thought of the word in her words and asked curiously: "Sir, aren't Tang people?"

The female professor shook her head and walked gently towards the forest.

Ning Que looked at her beautiful and charming back and asked, "Sir, the student doesn't know your name yet."

"My name is Yu Lian."

Yu Lian? This is really an ordinary and even a bit tacky name. Ning Que thought that the female professor of the academy with such a demeanor would have such a name. Suddenly, thinking about the question these days, he couldn't help but muster up the courage to ask loudly: "Sir, sir." , dare to ask Gui Geng for advice? "

Yu Lian smiled slightly, without stopping or turning back, and said softly in Linpan: "If I remember well, it would be very rude to ask a woman about her age."

Ning Que looked at the figure of the female professor who disappeared outside the forest and laughed at himself, thinking, if it weren't for your innocent appearance, your gentle and graceful demeanor, how could he have thought of asking this?

The scenery in autumn is beautiful, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the forest is dyed with red, the slightly shy rouge on the girl's face, and the morning frost has just begun to drop, making the world's dusty heart clear. Ning Que calmly studied and practiced in the academy, no longer as urgent and longed as before, slowly gradually understood the world of practice, tried to remember countless times, and kept getting close to the candle, paper, silver ingots, and was not in a hurry to find his own. Naive creatures, occasionally tell a few gossips with Chu Youxian, stand with Situ Yilan in a corner that students in the academy do not notice and exchange questions about mathematics. They use messages to defame each other with tangerine peels. Occasionally, they bring two bowls of crab roe porridge late at night to face each other with each other comminicate.

There is no hatred and no blood, only learning and waiting. He waits for his strength to gradually improve and the enemy to gradually relax and grow old. He is waiting for the arrival of winter in autumn. After winter, it is spring. In spring, the second floor of the academy will be He is about to start entering, and next autumn he will return to the frontier.

After killing someone at the age of four, he finally had time to live, not just survive. In his memories later, except for the absence of Sangsang, this period of academy time can even be said to be the most peaceful and happy day in his life.

The mountains at the border between the Tang Dynasty and Yan State also ushered in autumn. The border troops stationed between the two countries in the valley between Tuhara could not feel any peace and happiness. Although there has been no major war for many years, the border was originally It's a hard work, and it's northerly. Once autumn begins, the temperature drops. Everyone breathes into frost and their hands are red with cold. Looking at the rustling and bleak leaves all over their eyes, there is no idea of ​​enjoying the autumn scenery.

In the early morning, two men in Yan State costumes crossed the border and entered the Tang Dynasty military camp. This place is stationed at the most powerful border army in the Tang Dynasty, and it is also the place where the generals of the army are located. The defense inspection is extremely strict. The two middle-aged men took the secret spy fingerprints surveyed by the military headquarters and used them very much. It took a long time to pass the layers of inspections in the military camp.

Walking into the room of the Intelligence Department in the camp, the younger of the two looked back at the majestic central army tent not far away , and his eyes fell on the military flag flying at the top of the tent, and his cold eyes flashed.

Entering the tent, confirming that no one eavesdropped, another middle-aged man looked at his companion coldly and scolded in a low voice: "From Chang'an City to get the secret spy seal from the Tang army, the court has sacrificed so much interest today You can only succeed, not fail, you need to be cautious in everything, you shouldn't have a look before."

The young Yanren's face was full of disdain and said, "But just a butcher's ear, can I take a look from a distance and make him feel that someone wants to assassinate?"

"I don't know how many people in the world want to kill the butcher, but he has never died." The middle-aged Yan man looked at him coldly and said, "The distance from the Zhongjun camp has been accurately calculated by the Privy Council, which is enough to launch a sneak attack, but you Have you ever thought that if we can attack him, can't he feel our existence? "

"Don't be too careful." The young Yanren said dissatisfied.

At this moment, the middle-aged Yan man's expression changed drastically and looked out of the tent incredible way.

Although this place is not too far from the nearest Liangzhou Prefecture, because the Tang Dynasty's military discipline is strict, the border with Yan State is even more severe. This time, before the winter arrived, the army was pressing down on the border to intimidate the enemy country, and no officer dared to dare When I returned to the prefecture city privately, the camps set up by tens of thousands of border troops were actually a sea of ​​continuous tents, and the military flags fluttered above them, which were as majestic as a hill. Naturally, the camps of the central army of the tens of thousands of border troops were the tents of the highest generals.

There were no soldiers patrolling outside the tent, and it was as quiet as the back garden in the palace of the princes and nobles in Chang'an City. The light in the tent was extremely dim, and a windproof oil lamp was hanging on the wall of the tent, gently illuminating the toilet bed covered with precious fur.

A middle-aged man lies between more than a dozen precious furs. The man is wearing a plain underwear, with thick eyebrows like ink silkworms, red lips like thick blood, and a burly body like steel under the thin clothes, even though he is sleeping soundly. , also has the intention of killing.

The middle-aged man sensed something, opened his eyes and looked somewhere outside the tent, his face full of indifference and his eyes were like lightning.

(One day left, come on.)