Nightfall

"early.". Early. ". Have you finished copying the three alternative textbooks for the book department today?". Not yet, is this anxious? "Then you have to hurry up, I heard that Mr. Xiong will score in the hall on weekdays, and the proportion of the score in the final exam is not small. If you can't pass the line in the final exam, no one can help us." . Actually still need to calculate the results on weekdays? "Uncle listener said that he was like that at the time, if Dr. Wu stayed for a while to check who would recite the 3,748-word pharyngology, I would definitely not be able to recite it. I mention the beginning of the sentence. ". That's natural. My problem is that even if you write words for me, I can't recite them. "

In front of the academy in the early morning, the students walking down from the carriage saluted the noise.

The sun is shining in the sky, and the birds are singing in the mountains and forests behind the courtyard. As the spring becomes deeper and the summer is coming, the temperature becomes higher and higher. The young students have changed to the summer clothes of the academy, and the clothes are soft and breathable. The sleeves were lifted up lightly by the morning breeze, adding a bit more freshness and freshness than in the past. They started their daily lives in this way as usual, seemingly complaining of tension, but secretly revealing the confidence that is unique to young people.

Ning Que stood in the classmates to answer with a gentle smile, looking at the excitement that was forcibly erased from their childish faces, could not help feeling secretly funny, thinking that although the fight is not there, some things are always so similar.

～～ The three annual exams are one of the most important teaching syllabuses of the college. They are second only to the internship exams of Datang students and the final graduation exam of the college. How could young and victorious students not value them, maybe last night The guy who complained that he hadn't come to revise the lesson plan had to sleep indiscriminately for a little while in the early morning. At this time, he was able to turn the words back to the back, but he had to deliberately show that the wind and the clouds were light and even lazy.

Unsurprisingly, when studying in the morning, Wu Chentian, a doctor of literature at the Academy, took the rich Jiaozhou. The sound of the book began to sound. Although Dr. Wu Chentian was reading the essay written by the great talent Wang Chongren in Chenghua's year, he was so excited that Lao's tears were vertical, but the students really did not understand him. The sound, so the atmosphere of the schoolhouse inevitably seemed a bit dull, until the old doctor finally got wet with three handkerchiefs and half a piece of green sleeves, but only in exchange for the students' silent yawning.

Fortunately, the old gentleman didn't call the students to stand up and recite this slogan. He probably knew that he could still memorize this extremely long script after 40 years, but it was not suitable for this standard. Ask students.

The third bell rang, and Ning Que finally relieved, hurriedly packed up his stationery books and rushed out of Bingshe, walked across the clear lane and walked along the edge of the wetland to the old bookstore. Now he uses the eight-character method to observe and forget things. He no longer looks like he was watching and then he will faint, so he no longer needs the strict requirements for diet and rest. The more important reason is that he is curious or I said I was looking forward to the question that the mysterious messager would answer yesterday.

Hey, hey, he went to the building, quietly brushing his clothes with his sleeves, and saluted the professor Jingrou female by the east window, quickly walked back to the bookshelf, and pulled out the thin "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain" with the fastest speed Turn it over and pull out the paper with dense writings on it, Ning Que looks away with excitement, and then falls into a long silence ... Our body is like a musical instrument, for example, Xiao, the mind is to reply in Xiao There is the breath of Xiao Xiao, the breath does not necessarily play beautiful music, because the sound comes from the Xiao Kong. ". If you don't even have a perforation on this flute, how do you blow it? How can you not sense your music in heaven and earth? How can you know so much in your snowy mountains and seas, how do you want to toss?"

Ning Que looked at the man ’s message on the paper. After a long time, he raised his head, shook his head, and looked helplessly at the Maolin outside the window, listening to the cicada outside the window, and issued a very slight sigh: It turned out to be such a truth. It turned out ... I was a flute that didn't sound. "

Then he looked down at his chest and abdomen, his eyes fell on the blue thin uniform, imagined under the cloth, and the sea and mountains of Qihai Xueshan did not know the specific appearance within the flesh, as if he saw a lot of no holes, no Chongxuan Trail, a clumsy stone mountain that can't make any sound no matter how it is beaten by the water waves and how it is blown by the lake breeze ... The person who can write these words is really a genius! "He couldn't help but glanced at the writing on the paper again, and silently sighed in his heart:. Use the woman to overthrow to tell the reason of forgetting to read the book, actually after that, he can come up with such a wonderful blowjob. Metaphorically, if this person is a teacher, it must be the top teacher in the academy. "Apart from admiring, I thought of the unknowable lakeside Shizhong Zhongshan in my body, thinking that I couldn't figure out the hole. Stupid wood, Ning Que's mood is inevitably bleak. He sighed and put "Qihaixueshan preliminary exploration" back on the bookshelf and walked between the bookshelves.

Knowing the relationship between the knots in Qihai Snow Mountain and the power of mind and the breath of heaven and earth, I understand that the innate constitution is limited. Even if I can look at the world with some stupid methods, I have some wishes, but I ca n’t really step into that world. Ning Que felt that it wouldn't make much sense to continue to force reading by oblivious words, because for him, entering the world was far more important than glancing at that world.

I do n’t want to disturb the pure heart of the female professor at the east window. Baidu Baiye will start the night bar. When he walked back and forth between the bookshelves, he deliberately slowed down and lightened his pace. The expression on his face has become very calm, or seems to be calm, calm. His eyes lightly flicked over the dense books of practice on the bookshelf. Those titles on the spine that felt very mysterious with just one glance. At this time, he was still a great temptation, but he was also very annoyed. Torture.

Suddenly he saw a book in the lowermost corner of the second row of bookshelves. He raised it subconsciously and looked a little surprised. It is said that there are not many precious and mysterious spiritual books in the world. This book Certainly not the most remarkable one, but the name of this book reminded him of some past events.

The title of this book is "Wu Zhanyan on Haoran Sword". It is these three words of Haoran Sword that reminds Ning Que of the innocence of Beishan Road, the first practitioner he encountered on the battlefield in his life. The great swordsman who killed the princess Li Yu, the great swordsman was an abandonment of the academy, and the holy sword was practiced.

He squatted down, pulled out the horror sword, hesitated for a moment, then walked back to the wooden floor where he usually sits most, and sat back in the warm sunlight of the thick spring. He calmly opened the page after a moment of calmness.

The cicadas were more prosperous outside the window, and the forest seemed more peaceful. The rest of the students downstairs did not know whether they were so sleepy by this sound, or they were licking their pens and preparing for the exam one month later. , Sitting between Cicada Ming and quiet.

Suddenly his face suddenly turned white, and his right hand clenched into a fist, hitting his chest hard. At this point, he forcibly shook himself out of the state of meditation, and his eyes no longer dared to fall on the pages of that book.

He is still reading in a deconstructed way with Yongzi and Bafa. At the same time, he also feels that there is a certain kind of breath in his body like the previous days, following the trend of the strokes. The lake wall, but he didn't expect that the writing on this book "Wu Zhanyan on Haoran Sword" was extremely sharp. When the lake wall didn't turn back, he stabbed forward with the breath of his body extremely coldly and ruthlessly. past!

It was this thorn, Ning Que felt like a really cold blade, spawned from the inside of the body, and then pierced his heart all the time. The kind of pain was really terrifying, even if it turned around countless times between life and death, He suffered many serious injuries, and he could not bear it without preparation!

If you change to an ordinary person, or at this moment, you will cry out loudly, and then you will fall pale on the ground, and then you will be taken into the realm by the virtual realm, twitching and fainting.

But Ning Ran is not an ordinary person. He has had many similar and even more painful experiences.

At the age of eleven, when he took Sang Sang and did not know how many times he crossed Mangmin Min Mountain, he once fell and fell to the cliff. Fortunately, he was stopped by a hard tree protruding from the cliff. But the tree's sword-like branches stretching towards the sky directly pierced his chest and penetrated his back. Under such a serious injury, he still survived, and from that day on, it would be hard to have anything. His pain can make him feel fear and despair.

The boy Ningxie, who was hanging between the branches of the mountain cliff, did not die. Now Ningxie, sitting on the sun, will not have any problems. He did not even make a hum, but just breathed a few times and recovered. After calming down, he looked back at the book that had been closed, his face expressing complex emotions, and murmured:. Pain doesn't work, and it doesn't hurt. This **** truth is an ancient and unstoppable truth. "

He shook his head, leaned back against the bookshelf, raised his sleeves to cover his lips, coughed coughing twice, guessing that his lungs were probably injured by the mighty sword implied on the pages of the book, but it was very strange It was because he did not have any frustration on his face at the moment, but there was a faint excitement.

Pain doesn't work, so if you endure the pain and force it through, you won't watch it again in the future?

At this moment, Ning Que remembered the waterfall that was suspected to be the Milky Way down to nine days, the black oil that spewed from the wilderness plain, the broken fire hydrant and the flower skirt beside the bolt that seemed to be panic and excited Beautiful bare-legged girl ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ reminds me of the countless first saints in martial arts novels:

Those who are blocked by the meridians and then go to sleep, those who have lost all their skills and then wrapped in unwoven silk and lie in the tomb for a few years and have been awkward. Those who cut themselves once are cut off. The guy who opened it but could be invincible in the world. Those guys who had broken their meridians and turned themselves into inexplicable masters of "one classic".

These old guys can do it. Why can't they? If those guys succeeded in the end because they all have something called stupidity in their temperament, then would they be less stupid than they are?

Ning Que's clean eyes flashed hard and arrogantly, holding the bookshelf to stand up hard, walked to the book case next to the west window, and rubbed her pen, leaving a sentence for the guy :. I do know the importance of Tongqiao. If Haotian is destined to know nothing in my life, then I have to ... get it through myself. ” m

(I finally came out before twelve o'clock, and the better news is that this chapter does not seem to require major repairs, Shanzai, bowed and bowed to the stage and went to bed, the next day will start three more, dear, I am going to die, Dear ...) —— This text is provided by the breaking dawn technical team