Chapter 174 Disobedient Little Things

The front and back yard of Lao Bizhai are on the front and back yard, but the place is too small. It is too dangerous to use the flying sword of the old lady here. It doesn't matter if you hurt the flowers and plants, but do you have to support Dahei? Cook rice with umbrella? So Ning Que did not practice swords after returning to Linsuoqi Lane. He stood at the desk again and took his pen and dipped it ink to stare at the snow-white paper.

Today he was not dazed like a statue. He only saw him taking deep breaths from time to time, moving his feet in a deep waist and walking back and forth, raising his eyebrows from time to time, and even vaguely hearing him humming a small song, holding a brush in his right hand no longer looks like before. The sky was so heavy, but it was hanging easily in the air, with a distance between empty paintings. Although it still didn't finish writing, it seemed much easier.

Sangsang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips, steamed it on the rice bowl, went into the inner room to unbutton it, and saw this scene. She looked at Ning Que around the desk curiously, and the brush in her hand kept scratching in the air. After a while, she felt dizzy and covered her forehead and said, "Young master, I'm really itchy, so just write two things casually to try it out." try."

Ning Que stopped jumping around and said with a smile: "I know it doesn't work, why bother try it."

Sangsang wiped his wet hands and said with a smile: "Even if it doesn't work, you can sell it for money now."

Ning Que laughed as he heard this. Sangsang suddenly reacted, looked at Ning Que in surprise, thinking to himself what happened today. After the young master picked up the pen, he didn't become an idiot, and he was still in a spirit to gossip with him?

Next, Ning Que accompanied her to have a meal together. After the meal, she asked her to make a pot of tea, moved the chair to the yard, and sat down to watch the stars and drink tea and chat, which seemed extremely relaxed and happy. Until the lights started late at night, he walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned against the head of the bed. He took out a book from somewhere to focus on reading, tiring his eyebrows from time to time, and rubbed his fingers slowly.

Sangsang walked into the house with foot washing water, thinking about the many strange things tonight, and couldn't help but feel confused. After living together for so many years, she knew very well that when Ning Que was trapped in problems, she would work as hard as she had been a few days ago. She really didn't understand why Ning Que suddenly became so relaxed today. Could it be that he had solved it? Do you feel desperate when you have a problem?

"Young Master, what book are you reading?" She asked at the old book in Ning Que's hand.

Ning Que was stunned by the question, looked at the pornographic book he had secretly brought out from the cliff cave behind the academy, coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, turned around to avoid her eyes, and said, "It's between men and women." You are still young and can't watch those messy things."

Sangsang took off his shoes and socks, then took a stool and sat on the other side of the foot basin, patted his thighs and signaled him to put his feet into the basin, and said, "It's just love and love for talented men and beautiful women. What's sour and terrible thing? "

Ning Que said with a smile, "How can you understand the wonderful things in this...Oh...comfortable...don't scratch your feet."

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The fog on the cliff behind the academy was fading, the clear scenery was elegant, and the water wheel behind the house was whispering, and the dull iron sounds sounded from time to time in the house, and then with a sneer, the mist filled the room.

In the dark corner, the fourth senior brother observed the direction of the talisman line on the sand table with the slight light coming from the window. When the steam came to his face, he frowned slightly and waved his hand to disperse, but his eyes remained unmoved from the sand table, and his expression seemed particularly focused.

The complex and inexplicable lines on the sand table slowly walk, following some indescribable law, extending towards each other until they finally come into contact, and the lines change again and will be combined into a new fixed pattern. The fourth senior brother's eyes became brighter and brighter , but his face became paler. Looking at his solemn expression, you can know that this rune deduction has reached the most critical moment.

However, at this moment, a panicked chubby sounded on the cliff outside the house, followed by a not-so-sounding sound of breaking the wind. A gray sword shadow flew into the door crookedly.

Senior Brother Six, who was concentrating on making irons, raised his thick eyebrows suddenly, picked up a heavy hammer with his right hand like a piece of paper, and smashed it towards the sword shadow. This indescribable weightlift was so wonderful. The top of the world is not a decades-long life that can be swung hammer day after day, and it is absolutely impossible to swing such a delicate and accurate hammer.

However... because of the operator's panic and extremely poor ability, the gray sword shadow was extremely slow, but it was actually flying without any rules. Because of the irregularity, it seemed a bit elusive and looked upward for a while. Like the proud second senior brother, hovering in the air and swaying left and right, like the eleventh junior brother who is obsessed with philosophy. He is really unpredictable. He actually avoided the sixth senior brother's hammer by a mess and a whoosh. Fly to the dark corner!

With a bang, the handleless flying sword hit the sand table in the corner deeply. The sword body trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword "accurately" hit the intersection of the rune lines. The lines suddenly seemed like a rope that was freed. The breakage is no longer the previous situation.

Senior Brother Six held the hammer, looked at the sand table in the corner, smiled honestly, and turned around to continue to make ironwork.

The fourth senior brother who had been concentrating on the sand table and had not noticed the flying sword at all, only then did he react. He looked at the broken lines on the sand tray, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body trembled violently due to anger.

A figure appeared at the door, and he smiled in a panting and flatteringly: "Two senior brothers, I'm sorry."

The fourth senior brother suddenly turned around and stared at the clean and cute face at the door, as if he had seen the dirtiest and hateful thing in the world. His pale face turned red sharply, he slapped the sand table heavily and roared, "Ning Que! Can you do it?" Find a place where no one is! This is the third time! If there is another time, I will tear you apart!"

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"As the saying goes, people make mistakes, horses make hoofs, and Masters also get hungry. I have just started practicing Haoran Sword, and it is understandable that some mistakes are made. I really don't understand why the fourth brother is so angry." Ning Que carried the wood with his hand in hand. The sword walked along the lakeside and murmured: "Fortunately, Senior Brother Six's hammer was not solid, otherwise the sword would be smashed, and I would have to go to the second senior brother to ask for it."

His ability to control the flying sword is so bad now. There are ten orifices of snow mountain qi sea, and the energy of heaven and earth that can be controlled is so pitiful. The upload and downstream are not smooth, and the command power of the grassroots troops is naturally extremely poor. I want to point out that It is basically a delusion to hit wherever you hit, which means that it is something that often happens when you hit here.

Before we walked around Jinghu and came to a dense forest, we were opposite the sixth senior brother's iron room across the lake. He thought that with his own realm, even if the small universe broke out, it would not be possible to fly the sword across the lake. He felt much more at ease. , adjust his breathing, and after meditating for a while, the mental force urged him. The wooden sword spreading his hands flattened out of the air again and slowly turned around the top of his head.

Looking up at the flying sword dancing against the blue sky background, Ning Que felt extremely satisfied in his heart, and murmured, "This feeling is really good. Although it cannot be used to kill people, it is also good to use it to make magic tricks. "

Just as he was thinking, the handleless flying sword instantly broke away from his mind control, and rushed down from the air with a sudden sound. The sword tip pointed straight into his face, making him so scared that he hugged his head and fell directly to the ground, feeling embarrassed. To the extreme.

Before the flying sword was about to land, I didn't know whether it was because of his psychic response or some other reason, but I was extremely strange and forced my head to fly again, rubbed his scalp with a whoosh, and flew into the dense forest with a diagonal thorn. Among them.

Ning Que, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his finger and pinched the sword technique. He found that the flying sword had already escaped from his sea of ​​consciousness. He crawled up while cursing: "This disobedient little thing."

At this moment, a rustling sound rang in the dense forest. The ninth senior brother Beigong Weiyang covered his forehead with one hand and the flute tube and the flying sword with the other hand, looking very miserable.

Senior Brother Jiu walked to Ning Que, looked at him expressionlessly, then pointed to his forehead, picked up the flute tube and gently tapped the wooden sword twice, and said with a serious expression: "Little brother, you haven't." Don't force this talent... If you continue practicing like this, it doesn't matter if you hurt us seniors. The birds in the forest are scared away by you. Who will listen to our flute sounds? "

Ning Que suppressed his smile, stepped forward to take the Mu Jian, and suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Jiu, if there is no bird in the forest listening to the Miaoyin, then do you play a song for me to listen to?"

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In the pavilion in the heart of the lake, Senior Sister Seven embroidered flowers and hummed a soft and pleasant southern song. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her wrists, and the thin embroidery needle pinched between her fingers brought out a terrifying thread. The sound of breaking through the air was extremely accurate to fly the wooden sword flying from somewhere along the right cheek. With a bang, the wooden sword fell into the lake and sank to the bottom.

Ning Que ran to the lake panting, waved to her in the pavilion, and said, "Sister Seven... How can you help me shout that flying sword? I have already gone to the lake three times today. I really have no clothes to change."

Senior Sister Seven frowned slightly and looked at him and said, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. You have been trained to be a wasp-tailed needle. It's so weird. If it weren't for the people in the back mountain, they would have the power to protect themselves. I'm afraid I'll really want your words."

Ning Que said sadly: "Sister Qi, this is not what I think. What can I do if it is disobedient? And I can't beat it."

This is really cute. Senior Sister Qi smiled with her sleeves, and suddenly her eyes rolled and her fingers bounced slightly.

With a slight sneer, Ning Qu suddenly felt something more on his collar. He looked down and saw a thin needle with a cold light that pierced the collar and stopped there, just one minute before he was about to pierce. Enter your neck.

He looked up at the seventh senior sister in the pavilion in shock, thinking that from such a long distance, there was such accuracy and strength. This hand-stitching technique was really terrifying.

Senior Sister Qi stood up, looked at him and said with a smile, "You idiot, since you can't control so much energy in heaven and earth, why do you have to learn flying swords? Isn't it the same as flying needles?"

Ning Que stood by the lake in a daze.

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"The needle is too thin, and the mind-driven power controls the vitality of heaven and earth like silk. It is too difficult to wrap it around. The most important thing is that this is a small thing smaller than the flying sword. If you want to sense and control it, the fineness is too high."

"You can't try again casually. The head of the wooden sword has been rounded. Even if the needle is smoothed, it will still hurt when it stabs on a person. If it really hits a senior brother, they will definitely not be like that goose , hit me a few times."

In the pine forest behind the academy, Ning Que stared at the fine needle between his fingers and murmured to himself, thinking that the big white goose raised by the second senior brother had been stabbed by the needle and chased him half of the mountain. , I felt a little chilling.

"Resting, you must take a break."

He stood up from Panasonic and went deeper, sucking his nose slightly, smelling the faint smell of oil, and easily found the two senior brothers who were talking intently under an ancient pine tree.

"Senior brother, please play chess with me."

When the fifth senior brother saw who it was, his face turned extremely ugly, and he said in shock: "Little junior brother! How did you find us?"

Ning Que replied honestly: "My junior brother has been learning hunting in Minshan since he was a child. It is easy to find someone in the mountains."

Senior Brother Fifth glanced at the guy with the same face on the other side, and said tremblingly, "Eighth Brother, I am your senior brother... Since I still can't escape today, then you can do the task of playing chess with this stinky chess player first. ."

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One day.

Ning Que did not practice the Haoran sword, but honestly hit the sixth senior brother in the ironclad house. From early morning to evening, he waved many iron hammers, and even with the strength of his body, he felt sore all over.

Senior Brother Six untied the leather apron in front of his naked body, spooned a bucket of water and handed it to him, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? You can say it now."

Ning Que poured water into his abdomen, let out a comfortable sigh, and said, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister Seven, she suggested that I could try the flying needle, but the flying needle is too light and it is not easy to master, so I would like to ask you for advice. What solution is it?"

"Although you are not confused, you should always have some ideas about your own life?" asked Senior Brother Six.

Ning Que said distressedly: "It's funny to say that now I have a big reaction to silver, but I can't use silver ingots as my natal object."

Senior Brother Six was stunned for a moment, and after a while of silence, he said, "Then I... give you some silver injections."

Ning Que's eyes lit up slightly and he said, "Can you focus on it?"

Senior Brother Six looked at him and said, "No matter how heavy it is, it's gold."

Ning Que said seriously: "Although I haven't tried gold, I believe that I will definitely feel more about it than I feel about silver."

Senior Brother Six was silent again, and after a long time, he spoke helplessly: "The golden needle is too soft, I'll find a way to make something else for you."

Ning Que was overjoyed and bowed deeply, and then he suddenly thought of a possibility and his eyes became brighter.

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The second day after a certain day.

In a painting shop near the 47th Lane in Chang'an City, a black-faced maid threw a pot and threw a rag with a serious face. She was in an extremely bad mood. Then she decided to take out her private money today to go to Chen Jinji to purchase large quantities of powder. Her young master robbed a bunch of silver notes like a bad gambling man and went out, exchanged for silver and real gold, and happily returned to the back mountain of the academy.

The rough wrap was untied, and three shiny and cold Pu swords appeared in front of Senior Brother Six.

Ning Que stood beside the three knives, looking at Senior Brother Six with a look of hope.

Senior Brother Six looked at Park Dao and Jinyin beside Park Dao. After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at the excited Ning Que, and asked seriously: "Based on these things, I think you are going to play...Flying... knife?"

"Not bad." Ning Que rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Senior brother, I am best at sword techniques. Since the sword can fly, of course the sword can fly too. In addition, with your helper mixing gold and silver, I believe it will be better than the flying sword powerful?"

Senior Brother Six's expression finally turned stiff: "But... have you seen such a big flying knife in the world?"

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In Ning Que's opinion, the enemies hate you, so their verbal attacks are all nonsense. Those smart people are best at verbal skills, so their verbal attacks are no different. However, the honest and honest good man like Senior Brother Six, the occasional mishap of his words and mishaps his self-esteem deeply hurts his self-esteem.

Because he was a little depressed and a little hurtful of his self-esteem, Ning Que decided to calm down and think about how to go in the future. So he went into the mountain road and planted the flower trees. In the depths of Yu Chun, he found the Eleventh Senior Brother who was muttering to himself.

"Senior brother, have any new experiences recently? Let me let the younger brother learn and learn."

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Someone flew a sword by the lake, smashing the flowers, plants and senior brothers' heads, messing up the senior sister's heart with embroidered flowers, messing up the magical lines on the sand table, messing up the blue waves in the lake and the wet grass in the water.

Someone was flying needles in the forest, and there were a few more bloody mouths on his body. Not long after, he could see him being chased by a fat big white goose, screaming and wailing all over the mountains.

Someone was scrambling a iron in the house, and his feet were filled with all kinds of strange materials, mainly gold and silver, supplemented by gems. The sixth senior brother was silent and organized and designed for him, and his honest face was full of grievances.

During the late spring of the 14th year of the Apocalypse, these scenes were repeated continuously in the back mountain of the academy. Until many years later, people living in the back mountain still felt a little thrilling when they remembered those days.

The junior brother who had just entered the second floor was practicing his sword-breaking hand, practicing his needle-breaking hand, thinking about his ideas, and tossing his senior brothers and sisters, which really made them feel extremely distressed.

"Have you been crazy lately?"

Chen Pipi put down the food box and asked with emotion as Ning Que, who was still satisfied with his three games of Qi by Brother Nian Zuo.

"What are you referring to? Try flying needles or flying knifes?" Ning Que asked in confusion.

"Everything..." Chen Pipi said angrily: "You haven't even gotten started with Haoran Sword, and you have not even started the talisman that you learned from Master Yan Se. How can you get so much energy to mess with so many strange things?"

"Learning a little more is always good."

"What are you doing in such a hurry? What is the focus of practicing is to proceed step by step, and the most important thing is to lay a solid foundation first."

"My qualifications are so poor, no matter how good the foundation is, it is useless. Why not learn more."

Chen Pipi sighed and said, "In my opinion... you should focus on Fu Dao. Fu Dao's emphasis is on understanding talent, not the foundation."

Ning Que asked curiously, "Why can't you learn together?"

Chen Pipi frowned and said, "Insatiable greed is not a good thing for practice."

Ning Que said with a smile: "I have learned a truth since I was a child. I can't do anything without being greedy."

Chen Pipi laughed backwards and said, "I just realized that you are such a two-person person, and you are even two more than your second senior brother."

"I won't tell my second senior brother this sentence."

"A bowl of crab roe porridge."

"Impossible. The family's gold and silver loss has been too fast recently, and the girl Sangsang is already very unhappy."

"Then...how much do you want."

"Two hundred silver and two taels of silver."

"Two hundred taels? Why do you get so many silver needles? Do you want to learn medical skills to get acupuncture!"

"Do you care about me."

"Okay, okay, then I have to scold you a few more words."

"Pipi, don't forget that the back mountain is the second floor of the academy. We are all on the second floor, so we are naturally all second-hand people."

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"Chen Erhuo, do you have any objections?"

"I... have no objection." Chen Pipi looked at him like a madman, gritting his teeth and said, "Even if you are trying to do something for your practice, why are you harassing your senior brothers every day? At the beginning, you didn't listen to it. If you want to listen to music and play chess, your face turned pale? Why did you suddenly change your temperament and listen to music and play chess every day? "

Ning Que replied with a smile: "At first I didn't like it because I didn't like being forced to listen to music and play chess. Now that the second senior brother has spoken, no one will force me to pull me. When I choose to do it myself , can still be done. Senior Brother Beigong plays the flute really nicely. Where can I find the opportunity to play chess with the two major players outside the academy? Doing some amateur activities during the practice intervals can cultivate sentiment and travel around the world in the future It can be used to brag and shock people."

Chen Pipi was stunned when she heard this, holding her chubby cheeks and asked, "What about Senior Brother Eleven? What are you bothering him?"

"Senior Brother Eleven doesn't think I'm annoyed."

Ning Que leaned closer and lowered his voice and said, "Have you noticed that listening to Senior Brother Eleven talks about those mysterious problems can not only help you fall asleep, but also help you enter meditation?"

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All the disciples on the second floor of the academy held a collective meeting in the back mountain that night. Even the scholar in the small Yadong bookstore was called over, but the old man was holding a volume of old books and focused on reading it. It was not at all. Pay attention to what the people around you said.

Ning Que did not attend the meeting, not because he had returned to his home in Chang'an City, but because the main topic of this meeting on the second floor of the academy was to study how to deal with his current problems.

"Don't you think the junior brother is miserable? Haoran's sword has been trained as a wasp tail needle... This is definitely not his willingness, but his qualifications are just like this, so he was forced to think of these messy ideas . I said you should tolerate it more. Don't look at him smiling every day now, but I always feel that he has tears in his smile and a shadow in his heart."

The meeting was held in the small courtyard where the second senior brother lived. Senior sister Seven sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the Arhat bed with an embroidered frame. Her posture seemed extremely casual and natural. It can be seen that she was not afraid of the second senior brother.

Listening to this, the fourth senior brother with the most serious expression frowned and said, "It's not a question of tolerance or tolerance. Would I be really angry with my junior brother? The main problem now is how to help my junior brother solve the problem of cultivation. The problem."

The third senior sister Yu Lian, who was quietly sitting in the corner of the room, smiled slightly, but said nothing.

Senior Brother Frowning and said, "I think the primary problem is to enhance your confidence for junior brother. He is now pestering me and Lao Ba playing chess every day. No matter how bad he loses, he will smile. It is obvious that he has lost numbness and is even a bit perverted. No."

Everyone thought it seemed that this was true.

Senior Brother Ninth tapped the flute tube, pondered for a moment, looked at somewhere and said, "The teacher and senior brother are not here. Now, you are the second brother, you are the elder brother in the back mountain. To be honest, on the day of practicing swords by the lake, what you said is really a bit. Injure people. The so-called tie-up and untie the bell. If you sincerely praise the younger brother, I think you can rebuild his confidence in practicing Haoran Sword."

Everyone looked at the second senior brother sitting in the middle.

After a long period of silence, the second senior brother said, "I... won't lie."