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Volume One The Early Morning Empire Chapter 176 Disobedient Tools

Lao Bi Zhai lays a shop in the back yard, but the location is really too big. It is too dangerous to show the old lady ’s flying sword here. It does n’t matter if you hurt the flowers and plants. But do you want Sang Sang to hold a **** umbrella to cook rice? So Ning Que didn't practice his sword after coming back to Lane 47, and once again stood at the desk before the pen dipped in ink and stared at the snowy white paper.

Today, he was not as stupefied as a statue. I saw him breathing deeply from time to time, sloping and walking forward and backward, raising eyebrows from time to time, even vaguely even hearing him humming, and holding a brush in his right hand was no longer like before. It was heavy like the sky, but it was easily suspended in the air, and there was a virtual painting at a distance. Although there was still no pen, it seemed a lot easier.

Sang Sang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips, steamed them on the rice bowl, and walked into the back room to remove the apron. This scene was seen. She was curious to see Ning Que constantly turning around the desk, and the brush in her hand was constantly scribbling in the air, and she felt a bit dizzy in a moment, covering her forehead and said: "Master, it's really itchy, so just write two try. "

Ning Que stopped in a frantic pace and smiled and said, "Why don't you try if you know it's impossible."

Sang Sang wiped his wet hands and smiled and said, "Even if it's not possible, just apply some ink **** and you can now sell money."

Ning Que laughed at the words. Suddenly, Sang Sang reacted, looking at Ning Que in surprise, thinking what happened today. After the master mentioned the pen, he didn't actually become an idiot, and he still had the spirit to gossip with himself?

Next, Ning Que accompanied her to dinner. After the meal, she made a pot of tea, moved the chair to the yard, sat and stared at the tea to drink tea, it seemed extremely relaxed and happy. Until the light came in at night, he walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned against the head of the bed. He wondered where to find a book to focus on. He frowned slightly from time to time, rubbing his fingers slowly.

Sang Sang walked into the house with his foot wash, thinking about the many oddities tonight, and couldn't help but wonder. Having lived together for so many years, she knew very well that when Ning Que was trapped by a problem, the city was desperate like the previous days, and she really did n’t understand why Ning Que would suddenly become so relaxed today. Did he already solve that problem? Feeling hopeless?

"Master, what kind of book are you reading?" She asked, looking at the old book in Ning Que's hands.

Ning Que was questioned for a moment, glanced at the quality book he secretly stole from the cave behind the academy, coughed two times to cover up the embarrassment, and turned to avoid her vision, saying: "The men and women Broke things, also, can't watch. "

Sang San took off his shoes and socks and lost it, and then took the stool to the other side of the footbath, patted his thigh, and motioned him to put his foot in the basin, saying, "It's just love and love What is so good about the tools of acid-killing people. "

Ning Que said with a smile: "Where do you understand the fun ... ouch ... comfortable ... don't scratch your feet."

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The mountain cliff behind the academy, the mist faded, the scenery was elegant, and the waterwheel behind the house was whizzing, the dull sound of iron hitting from time to time in the house, and then the water mist filled the room with a snort.

In the dark corner, the four senior brothers observed the run of the lines on the sand table through the slight light from the window. When the steam was coming, he frowned slightly and waved away, but his eyes were still on the sand table, and his expression looked very focused.

The complicated and inexplicable lines on the sand table walk slowly, following some unspoken laws, and extending towards each other, until the last contact, the lines are transformed again and will be combined into a new set. Brother Si ’s eyes became brighter and brighter, but his face became paler and paler. Looking at his solemn expression, he could know that this time the rune was deduced to the most critical moment.

However, at this moment, a panicked ouch sounded on the cliff outside of the house, followed by an actually non-loud breaking wind, and only a gray shadow of the sword flew into the door.

The six brothers who were devoting themselves to ironing, their thick eyebrows suddenly picked up, and the right hand lifted a heavy hammer like a piece of paper, and they smashed the sword shadow in the past. This unstoppable weightlifting was as light as it was. It is not for decades to beat the iron career day after day, but it is impossible to wield such a delicate and accurate hammer.

However ... because of the controller's panic and terrible ability, the gray sword shadow is extremely slow, but the crooked twist is actually flying with no rules. Because of the irregularity, it seems a bit elusive, and it will be upward. Like the proud second brother, while hovering in the air for a while, and swinging like the eleventh brother, who is drowning in philosophy, it is really uncommon. It is messy but very coincidentally avoids the six hammers of the six brothers. Fly to the dark corner!

With a snapping sound, the stalkless flying sword deeply hit the sand table in the corner, the blade shivered slightly, and the tip of the sword hit the intersection of the runes and lines "accurately", only to see that the lines were suddenly as loose as ropes. Fracture, never before.

Brother Six held the hammer and glanced at the sand table in the corner. He smiled broadly and turned to continue to strike the iron.

I have been absorbed in the sand table all the time, and I haven't noticed the four brothers of this flying sword. Only then did they react. He looked at the broken lines on the sand table, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, his body trembling with anger.

A figure appeared at the door, and he gasped and smiled flatteringly: "Two brothers, I am embarrassed and embarrassed."

Brother Si Huo turned around and stared at the clean and lovely face at the door, just like seeing the world's dirtiest and detestable tools. His pale face turned red sharply, and he shot the sand table heavily, growling: "Ningque! Can't overcome it Can't find a place where no one is! This is the third time! If there is another time, I will tear it! "

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"As the saying goes, people have missed, horses have stolen, and Confucius is hungry. I just started to practice the Haoran sword. It is understandable to make some mistakes. I really don't understand why Brother Si is so angry." Ning Que carried the wood. The sword walked along the lake and said, "Fortunately, Brother Six hasn't smashed that hammer, otherwise the sword will be smashed. I have to go to Brother Two to discuss it."

His ability to control Feijian is extremely bad now. Ten tips on the snow-capped mountains and seas. The world that can be controlled is so pitiful. The upload and delivery of the sword is not good. The command of the grassroots army is naturally very poor. It is basically a delusion to refer to where to fight, and it is a frequent occurrence to refer to fighting there.

Before bypassing Jinghu and coming to a jungle cell phone to watch}, he was opposed to Brother Six ’s iron building room across the lake. He wanted to cultivate his own state of mind, even if the universe exploded, he could not fly the sword across the lake. A lot of peace and calm, adjusted breathing, after a moment of meditation, the wooden sword with his hands spread out again broke through the air, and slowly turned around the top of his head twice.

Looking up at the flying sword dancing under the blue sky setting, Ning Que gave birth to an extremely satisfying feeling, murmured and exclaimed: "This feeling is really good, although it can't be used to kill, but it is also used to change the drama. Not bad. "

Thinking in this way, the whistle-free flying sword instantly broke away from his mind control, slammed down from the air, and the sword pointed directly at his front door, and bluffed him with his head lying on the ground directly, embarrassed To the extreme.

Before Feijian was about to land, I wondered if he received his thoughts or another reason. He was struck by a weird force, raised his head again and flew up, rubbing his scalp with a whimper, and flew into the jungle with a diagonal thorn Among.

Ning Que lying on the ground, stretched out his fingers and pinched a sword tactic. Now Feijian has lost his sense of sea awareness and scrambled while climbing up: "This disobedient tool."

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and Brother Jiugong Beigong Weiyang covered his forehead with one hand, and came out with the Xiao pipe and the flying sword in one hand, and looked very miserable.

Brother Nine walked to Ning's absence, looked at him with no expression on his face, then pointed to his forehead, and then picked up the flute pipe and lightly tapped the wooden sword twice, the expression dignified: "Brother, without this talent, Do n’t force it ... It ’s okay to practice like this, and it hurts to hurt us brothers and sisters. The birds in the forest are scared away, so you can listen to our flute? ”

Ning Queqiang endured the smile, stepped forward to take the wooden sword, and suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile: "Brother Nine, if there is no bird in the forest listening to the wonderful sound, then play a song for my brother?"

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In the Huxin Pavilion, the Seventh Sister embroidered flowers while humming the soft and pleasant southern music. Suddenly she saw her Liu Mei picking slightly, her wrists turned, and the thin embroidery needle pinched between her fingers brought a terrible break Airborne, flying the wooden sword on the right cheek with great precision. With a snap, the wooden sword fell into the lake and sank to the bottom.

Ning lacked breath and ran to the lake, waved at her in the pavilion, and said, "Sister Seven ... Could you help the younger to call up the flying sword? I have been fishing in the lake three times today, really. No clothes changed. "

The seventh elder sister Liu Mei frowned slightly and looked at him, saying: "Too lazy, the magnificent sword is actually turned into a wasp tail needle. It is sly and powerful. If it is not the people in Houshan, they have the power to protect themselves. Really want to say. "

Ning Que said sadly: "Sister Seven, this is not what I thought, what can I do if it is not obedient? It can't beat it."

The words were really cute. Sister Seven covered her sleeves and smiled. Suddenly, her eyes rolled around and her fingers flicked.

With a slight chirp, Ning Que suddenly felt that there were more tools on his collar, and looked down, only to see a thin needle shimmering in the cold, and pierced the collar to stop there, just a minute away. Pierce into his neck.

He stunned and looked up at the seven sisters in the pavilion. He thought that across such a long distance, he still had such accuracy and strength. This hand-stitched play is really terrifying.

Sister Qi stood up and looked at him with a smile: "This idiot, since he can't control so many worlds of vitality, why bother to learn the flying sword, isn't the flying needle the same?"

Ning Que stood stunned by the lake.

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"The needle is too thin, and the reminder force controls the world's vitality like silk. It is too difficult to wrap it up. The most important thing is that this is a tool that is more than the flying sword. If you want to sense control, you need too high precision."

"I ca n’t try it anymore. The wooden sword ’s head is rounded. Even if the needle is smoothed, it will still hurt. If it is really stuck, they will not be like that one. Like a goose, just hit me twice and stop. "

In the pine forest in the back hill of the academy, Ning Que stared at the thin needle between her fingers and murmured to herself, thinking that the big white goose raised by the second brother was chased by a needle and chased half of the mountain. I felt a bit creepy.

"Resting, you have to rest for a while."

He stood up from Panasonic and went deeper, his nose slightly sniffing the light oily smell, and easily found two brothers who were talking in an ancient Panasonic.

"Brother, play chess with me."

When Brother Wu saw who he was, his face became extremely ugly and shocked: "Brother! How did you find us?"

Ning Que honestly replied: "Since I was a kid, I learned to hunt in Minshan Mountain. It is easy to find someone in the mountain."

Brother Five looked at the other guy with the same face on the opposite side and shivered: "Brother Eight, I'm a brother ... Since I still haven't escaped today, let's try to accompany this stinky chess basket."

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One day.

Ning Que did not practice the Haoran sword, but honestly laid down the six senior brothers in the iron building house. From early morning to evening, I did not know how many hammers he had brandished. Even with his physical strength, he felt sore.

Brother Six untied the leather apron in front of him, spooned a scoop of water and handed it to him, and asked with a smile, "What the **** is going on now."

Ning Que poured water into her abdomen with a comfortable sigh and said, "Senior, Senior Sister, she suggested that I can test the flying needle, but the flying needle is too light to grasp easily, so I would like to consult you. What is the solution? "

"Although I'm not confused, but the mortal creature should always have some thoughts?" Brother Liu asked.

Ning Que said annoyedly: "It's funny, now it's a big reaction to silver, but it's always impossible to take silver ingots as mortals."

Brother Six was stunned for a moment, and said after a moment of silence: "Then I ... give some silver needles."

Ning Que's eyes shone brightly and said, "Can't you focus on it?"

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

Ning Que said seriously: "Although gold has not been tried, I believe my feelings about it will definitely transcend my feelings about silver."

Brother Six was silent again, and it took a long time to helplessly say: "The golden needle is too soft. I want to give it some other tools."

Ning Que was overjoyed and gave a deep blow, and then he suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes brighter.

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The next day after a certain day.

In a painting and calligraphy shop near Lane 47 in Chang'an City, a black-faced maid calmly threw a rag and threw a rag, feeling very bad, and then decided to take out private rent today to purchase large quantities of fat powder. And her young master grabbed a bunch of silver tickets to go out like a bad gambler, exchanged silver and real gold, and returned to the backyard of the academy happily.

The rough cloth was untied, and three sharply polished Park knives appeared in front of Brother Six.

Ning Que stood next to the three knives, staring at Brother Liu with her eyes looking up.

Brother Six looked at Piao Dao and the gold and silver next to Piao Dao. After a long silence, he raised his head to look at the excited Ning Que, and asked seriously: "Based on these tools, I think the younger brother is ready to play ... Flying knife? "

"Good." Ning Que rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Brother, I'm good at swords. Since swords can fly, swords can certainly fly, and with your help in mixing gold and silver, I believe it will be better than flying swords. ? "

Brother Six's brow-faced face finally became stiff: "But ... have you seen such a large flying knife in the world?"

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In Ning Que's view, the enemies hate, so their verbal attacks are farts. Those clever people are the best at speaking, so their verbal attacks are also farts. However, Brother Six, such a kind and honest man, occasionally accidentally made a mistake in words, but deeply hurt his self-esteem.

Because his emotions were somewhat lowered and his self-esteem was hurt, Ning Que decided to calm down and think about how to go in the future, so he leaned into the mountain road and planted flowers directly. In the depths of spring, he found the eleventh brother who was mumbling to himself.

"Brother, what are your new experiences recently to let your brother learn and learn."

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Someone flying a sword by the lake, smashing flowers and grass and the heads of the brothers, messing up the elder sister's heart embroidering Huaichun, 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 flew a needle in the forest, and there were a few more blood spots on his body. After a short time, he could see that he was chased by a fat big white goose and wailed all over the mountains and fields.

Someone was ironing in the house, and his feet were filled with all kinds of weird materials, mainly gold and silver, supplemented by precious stones. The six brothers silently sorted out the design for him, and his thick face was filled with grievances.

In the period of the late spring of the 14th year of the Apocalypse, Houshan College repeated these pictures continuously. Until many years later, the people living in Houshan remembered those days, but they still inevitably grieve when they miss them.

The younger brother who had just entered the second floor, practiced his broken sword, practiced his broken needle, thinking about his broken ideas, and tossing his brothers and sisters, they really felt very distressed.

"Did you go crazy recently?"

Chen Pipi put down the food box and looked at Ning Que, who was still satisfied with the loss of the eight-game chess game, and asked with emotion.

"What does it mean? Flying test needle or test flying knife?" Ning Que asked in doubt.

"Everything ..." Chen Pipi didn't have a good air: "The Haoran sword hasn't gotten started, and there is no way to learn the master's Taoism from Master Yan Se. How can you have so much energy to toss so many strange tools?

"It's always good to learn more."

"What are you doing so anxiously? What you need to do is practice slowly, and the most important thing is to lay the foundation first."

"My qualifications are so poor, it is useless to lay a good foundation, it is better to learn more."

Chen Pipi sighed: "In my opinion ... or concentrate on Fu Dao, Fu Dao's understanding of talent is not the basis."

Ning Que asked curiously: "Why can't we learn together?"

Chen Pipi frowned: "Insatiable greed is not a good thing to practice."

Ning Que said with a smile: "I've learned an affair since then, I can't do anything without greed."

Chen Pipi smiled angrily, and said, "I'm the only one of these two people, but actually two more than Brother Two."

"I won't tell Brother 2 this sentence."

"A bowl of crab porridge."

"Unsuccessful. Recently, the loss of gold and silver at home has been too fast, and Sang Sang's girl has been very unhappy."

"Then ... how much more."

"Two hundred silver and two silver."

"Two hundred and two? What do you do with so many silver needles? Want to learn medicine and pierce needles!"

"Tell me."

"Good, then I scolded a lot of second-hand goods."

"Pippi, don't forget that Houshan is the second floor of the academy. We are all in the second floor, and that's naturally some second-hand goods."

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"Chen Erhuo, have an opinion?"

"I ... no opinion." Chen Pipi looked at him like a lunatic, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if the tossing is for spiritual practice, why is it harassing the brothers every day? At the beginning, it was not like listening to music His face was scared when he played chess? Why did he suddenly change his temper now and listen to music every day? "

Ning Que replied with a smile: "I didn't like it at first because I didn't like being pulled by someone to listen to music and play chess. Now that the 2nd Brother has talked, no one will force me. When I choose to do it myself, You can still do it. Brother Bongong ’s flute is really nice. Where can I find the opportunity to play chess with the two big players outside the academy? Do some amateur activities as entertainment during the practice interval, which can cultivate sentiment and walk the world in the future. Everything can be used to blow people up. "

Chen Pipi was silly and asked, holding her chubby cheeks, "What about eleven brothers? What do you bother him?"

"Brother Eleven didn't bother me."

Ning Que approached him with a low voice and said, "Are there any presents, listening to Brother Eleven's questions about the mysterious and mysterious, not only can help sleep, but also help enter meditation?"

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All the students on the second floor of the academy held a collective meeting in Houshan that night. Even the scholar in the Yadong bookstore was called out, but the old man was holding a volume of old books and reading them attentively. What's waiting for all around me.

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

"Don't we think that the younger brother is miserable? Haoran Jian has become a wasp tail needle ... This is definitely not his willingness, but his qualifications are like this, so he will be forced to think about these messy ideas. We should tolerate more, do n’t look at him now laughing every day, but I always feel that he smiles with tears, and there is a shadow in his heart. "

The address of the meeting was the courtyard where Brother Two lived. The seventh sister was sitting on the deepest part of the Arhat bed with her embroidered frame on her knees. Her posture seemed extremely casual and natural, and she could see that she was not really afraid of Brother Two.

Listening to this, the four most serious brothers frowned, saying, "It's not a question of tolerance or tolerance. Do I really get angry with my brother? The main problem now is how to help my brother solve the problems in practice. . "

Yu Lian, the third sister sitting quietly in the corner of the room, smiled slightly, but nothing happened. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brother Wu frowned and said: "I think the problem is to increase the confidence for the brother. He is now bothering me and every day. The old eight played chess, and no matter how miserable they were, they smiled. It was obvious that they had lost numbness, and even had some abnormalities. This is not necessary. "

Everyone thought that this was indeed the case.

Brother Nine gently tapped the flute tube and pondered for a moment, then looked to somewhere: "The teacher and the brother are not here. Now Houshan regards the second brother as his esteem. To be honest, on the day the sword was practiced by the lake, the words of the second brother really hurt. When the bell is ringed, if Brother Two earnestly praises Brother Brother, he wants to rebuild his confidence in practicing the horrific sword. "

Everyone looked at the second brother sitting in the middle.

Brother II was silent for a long time and said: "I ... will not lie."

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(The loveliest and most loved chapter since the book opened at night ... The more I write, the more I love the college. I will always like it until the end of the story. Tomorrow, I will start to pressurize myself.)