Nightfall

> The practitioners under the big green tree have been paying attention to the young men and women next to the stream. They are very aware that although the bookworm has a gentle temperament, they rarely give men any color. At this time, she looks at her and the young man. It was a great conversation, and could not help whispering, guessing the identity and origin of the young man. [Mme]

Someone who vaguely guessed that Ning lacked identity previously confirmed his guess through the scene in front of him. The shock in his heart turned into awe. I did n’t know that I should salute the master of the college in the past, but should Keep silent so as not to displease the other party.

The young Nanjin nobleman noticed the change in the atmosphere between the scenes, and the few casual practitioners who gathered around him to please themselves seemed a little uneasy. Yu Guang suddenly glanced at the two figures on Jianbian's face.

He is distinguished, but this time he personally came to Lanke Temple to attend the Lan Lan Festival Conference. In addition to representing the royal family of Nanjin to respect Master Qishan who has great grace in Nanjin, the more important reason is that he knows about bookworms. He will come, he wants to show his sincerity to the other party through this move, and even vaguely hopes that if he can get the promise of Master Qishan to solve the doubts, he will probably achieve good things with the woman in Washan.

The royal family of Nan Jin once tried privately to test the mind of bookworms, but was rejected. It is entangled and unhappy, always suppressing her desire to be close to her, playing a breezy look, just to let her make a good impression on herself.

While this noble son shook his shoulders gently, he chatted gently and gently with those practitioners, and he was nervously wondering whether Mo Shanshan would look at himself quietly, with a look of appreciation in his eyes, when he thought he was right, Suddenly found that the woman she admired didn't care about herself at all, but whispered to a man with a man who didn't know where to come from, and she was so happy to laugh!

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The suspicious eyes and soft guesses of those practitioners under the green tree attracted Ning Que's attention. It was hard to conceal his keen sense, especially the gloomy face of the Nanjin noble son whom he met in the Lanke Temple yesterday morning, but he could not escape his eyes. He frowned slightly.

Thinking of certain things, he must also admit that if he does not pay attention to things like character and morality, from the perspective of the identity family, that son of Nan Jin is probably the most suitable object for bookworms in the world. If you want character. He didn't have those things himself, and when he thought about them, he actually gave birth to some inexplicable displeasure.

Ning Que looked at the Nanjin noble son under the green tree. Asked: "You came with that person?"

Mo Shanshan shook his head.

I do not know why, confirming that she was not the Lanke Temple who came with the son of the Nanjin noble son. He smiled and said, "But he must have followed you."

Mo Shanshan did not know why he did this.

There was a slightly cold autumn wind from the bottom of the stream, blowing along the stone ping, and a loud noise rang out in the big green tree, but the branches and leaves in the canopy, because they were too dense, were not opened by the wind. The princess Jingui's shirt was also lifted by the wind for an instant, and the bright yellow belt suddenly disappeared.

"I know he is the Prince of Nanjin." Ning was missing.

Mo Shanshan was slightly surprised.

Ning Que said with a smile: "I met in the Lanke Temple yesterday, and there was some dispute. But you know, I have a mild temperament, so even if he asked me what I counted, I did n’t tell him, in my eyes He does n’t even count things, because I had dealt with him earlier. He used to want to buy my chicken soup post to please you. That time I really swelled his face red and swollen, now there is nothing more Draw his interest. "

Mo Shanshan looked at the mountain stream under the cliff and smiled without looking down.

Ning Que thought that she didn't know the story that happened at the auction of the stolen cultural relics of Laobi Zhai. Mei Fei said: "Mr. Thirteen doesn't appreciate your Prince Jin's face, it's this loud slap."

Mo Shanshan raised his head. Asked with a smile: "Are you proud?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "I felt really proud at the time, and I was also somewhat proud of it at this time."

"That's really proud."

Mo Shanshan nodded and said, "Actually, I know this matter."

Ning Quexin thought that since you know that she is still dancing, she is really embarrassed.

Mo Shanshan looked at him with a smile and said with a smile: "Help me chase away one of my suitors, should I thank you? Or are you just proud to make me miss you alone and live forever?"

Ning Que's body was slightly stiff, and she didn't know how to answer this.

"The most troublesome thing is that everyone in the world knows about this matter, so what do you think the world will think of me and how you think of me?"

Mo Shanshan said with some shame: "Since things are not feasible, you are not suitable like this."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have been like that ..."

Ning Que turned sideways to her and apologized: "I have been making mistakes from before to today, I hope you can forgive me."

His apology is very sincere, with rare sincerity.

Mo Shanshan couldn't be pleased, the eyes like Ming Lake were slightly rippling, a little disappointed and slightly sour, and he grudgingly said: "There is nothing wrong with Dao Chi, you are the first shameless person in the world. The earth always makes people think that it is all others who are wrong, and you are the innocent one. "

Ning Que was silent, and only then did she discover how elegant and refined a woman is, once trapped by something, there is no difference from all women in the world, and she will always find countless reasons for anger.

Of course, he knew he could only be honest, because he was really wrong. After a little thought, he seriously said: "In order to make you feel more sincere in my apology, I decided to do something."

Mo Shanshan asked: "What's the matter?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "When Sang Sang is cured, I will rush back to Chang'an City as soon as possible, and then I will grab the chicken soup post from Wang Shi Shifu and send it back to you. [. ｜ Me & |】

Mo Shanshan smiled and said: "There are already many of your signatures in the study by Mo Chi."

Ning Que was helpless and asked, "How can you make you happy?"

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes and said, "There is no note you wrote to me in the study by Mo Chi."

This is a request that has been repeated many times. She herself feels a little self-deprecating, shameful, and when her cheeks gradually develop blush, she still looks bravely and firmly in his eyes.

Ning Que dare not look directly at her eyes, looking at the mountain stream in front of her, silent.

Mo Shanshan sighed in his heart. Nothing more, looking at the mountain stream, calm and silent.

The mountains are beautiful in autumn, the water is quiet and quiet, and there is no voice on the bank.

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The guesses of the practitioners under the big green tree invariably point to the same object.

This puzzle is indeed very simple. Bookworms have been in the world for years after their debut. A man who was able to stand side by side with her in a tacit understanding of the mountain. There has never been only that person.

With the voice of the man who had guessed Ning's identity, the guess became a reality, and people identified the man standing next to the book lover. That's why Mr. Thirteen, who is in the middle of the academy, is rather short! Shocked soft cries sounded in the crowd, no matter how strongly people suppress themselves, they still can't control their reactions.

Looked at the figure of the two next to Jian. Prince Jin Jin's face was blue, his hands exposed outside his sleeves were shaking with anger and jealousy. Even if he wanted to maintain his manners, he still couldn't control his emotions.

After a moment of silence, some people couldn't help but walked towards the bank of the river. When someone took the lead, there were naturally more people to follow. In a very short time, the big green tree became empty.

The square that was still crowded before. Suddenly it became very quiet. The Nanjin country player sitting on the chessboard was meditating and thinking about it, but did not notice it. The old monk in the rotten temple, who was responsible for presiding the endgame, was rarely aware of it, and raised his head unexpectedly. , Glanced at Jian Jian.

When the practitioner under the green tree took the first step. Ning Que felt it. He turned around and watched the dozens of practitioners coming towards him. He could not help but stunned and calculated at the fastest speed. When these people rushed over, what means should they and Mo Shanshan use to deal with it. In order not to be squeezed down the mountain stream, then he glanced at the black carriage and confirmed that the **** horse was vigilant before letting go.

Those practitioners did not really squeeze Ning Que down the mountain stream, but they were very decent, and even with some natural awe, when there was a few feet away from the stream, they stopped at the same time with a tacit understanding.

"Song Guo Li Daoren visited Mr. Thirteen."

"The late Lin Ruoyu has seen seniors at the Academy."

"In the Xiahua Yin Dynasty, the teacher asked Ning everybody to settle down."

Everyone respectfully greeted Ning Que, or was cautious, or excited, and some people's voices were slightly trembling, and some people's voices and even those of excitement were slightly tone-changing, and everyone could feel very excited.

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This is Haotian's world, and Daomen naturally has the absolute supremacy in the spiritual world. Most of the practitioners who came to Washan after the Lanke Temple today are also Taoists.

It's just that the faint confrontation between Daomen and the academy is all in the dark historical shadows that occur, among those who are truly strong who call for wind and rain, and have nothing to do with these ordinary practitioners.

They only knew that the back hill of the academy was an unknown place in the biography.

The master disciples of Houshan in the backyard of the academy are the masters of the world.

For the practitioners in the world, the so-called layman always walks in the clouds, but occasionally the red dust is hard to find traces. Most of the practitioners have no chance to meet these real laymen throughout their lives.

Even in all the unknowable places, the academy is the only place connected with the secular world, but practitioners outside the Tang Dynasty basically have no chance to see the disciples of the Houshan of the academy.

Today they finally met, and it wasn't that they watched the world's elite swords flying across the sky, but they were so close to each other, and even able to talk to each other, how could they not be excited?

Regardless of whether these opportunities will bring benefits to their long road construction, but at least in the future, before the old and weak will return to the glory of Haotian, they can remember their younger disciples in a certain year. The story of the temple is proud and satisfying. It is how approachable Mr. Thirteen at the time was.

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Ning Que never had the consciousness of an expert outside the world. After he finally succeeded in reaching the top and entered the second floor of the academy, he would still go to Red Sleeve to drink, chat with the neighbors of Lin 47 Lane, and bring the students from the front yard. He went out of the frontier to the north and didn't know how many people he had contacted with the world. Although he clearly noticed that people's attitude towards him has gradually changed over the years, he still didn't care much because he still lived in the world and didn't go into seclusion.

This is because he is a member of the academy. It is because of his own experience temperament. He wanted to be separated from the world before he was born. However, before the revenge succeeded, he could not tear apart his inextricably linked relationship with the secular world. Even if Xiahou was killed, it seems that this situation has not changed much.

So looking at the respectful and even awe-inspiring expressions of these foreign practitioners, and seeing the excitement and excitement in people's eyes, Ning Que froze before waking up and revealing a gentle smile. Return calmly with these practitioners.

Although his expression is calm and calm. The mood is not calm.

He always knew the position of the academy in the spiritual world, but when he entered the world in the past, he dealt with either a lunatic or a strong and terrifying predecessor. So until this moment, for the first time, he really felt the strength of the teachers and the respect or awe of the practitioners.

Whether it is respect or awe. It's a very nice feeling.

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Although it is the world of Haotian, there are many monks, but after all, the Tang Dynasty is the world ’s first powerful country. Naturally, it was also deeply influenced by the Tang Dynasty. Without hesitation, he regarded himself as a junior disciple, kneeled before Ning Que and performed a big gift, then stood up and stood consciously at the nearest position beside Moshan Mountain. There was a look of pride on his face.

This kind of style is naturally ridiculous, but most practitioners do not laugh. It is a matter of course that if they are also practitioners of the Dahe Kingdom, they are afraid to kneel faster than that person. Although the bookworm is graceful, but can hold her Who doesn't want thighs? What's more, as a family member, you can get close to the elders of the college.

But after all, some people can't stand it. With a chuckle, the atmosphere beside the mountain stream was suddenly broken, and the practitioners who were still making a mess of prayers looked back in amazement, thinking who was so bold?

People who dare to make laughter at this time are naturally not afraid of the college. Today, the Xiling Temple did not send people to come, and the monks of Lanke Temple somehow were still under the mountain. The only people in the field who could qualify to confront the Academy, or think that they were eligible to confront the Academy, were the disciples of Jiange in the South Jin Dynasty.

Since the sword saint Liu Bai was born and recognized by the practitioners as the world's first strong man, Nan Jin, who recognized himself as the world's second strongest country, has become more proud, and sometimes even the Tang Dynasty does not pay much attention to it. And the disciples of the sword pavilion, who were taught by Liu Bai, are often famous for their arrogance when walking in the spiritual world.

However, people guessed wrong, even the disciples of Jiange did not dare to show no respect for the people in the academy. Even if Liu Yiqing was blind, they had hatred for the academy, but that hate must also be respectful hatred.

It was indeed a Nanjin who made a mockery.

But he was not a disciple of Jiange, but a prince of Nanjin.

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After confirming Ning ’s lack of identity, the Prince of Nanjin began to be angry, and his eyes were filled with resentment because of jealousy. Although he knew what the academy meant to the Tang Dynasty, even he should n’t provoke controversy, but watched the practitioners in Ning. He couldn't bear to look like a slave before her absence.

The crowd gradually divided, and the Prince of Jinjin came out.

Looking at Mo Shanshan's figure, his face was a little more beautiful, and he said with a deep voice: "Like this kind of bourgeois, where can I stand beside you, the mountain master? The master chess player I brought was a court player , The endgame will be solved immediately, and you will go up the mountain with us later. "

There is no sound on the mountain stream. The expressions on the faces of the practitioners are very complicated. Many people want to laugh, but they dare not laugh, so that their faces are very strange and very wonderful.

In the past few years, the most famous love affairs between men and women in the world have long ceased to be the fresh stories of green plums and bamboo horses of the lunatic country **** and the prince of Longqing, but the dog blood between the academy Ning Que and the Dahe country narcissus and the maid Sang Sang. Triangle love story, this story has been spread all over the country, deeply rooted in people's hearts.

At the beginning, the image of Sang Sang in this story was very weak. Everyone did n’t know who the maid was and could n’t understand why Ning Que insisted on choosing her instead of sadness and disappointment, so everyone started. Not worth it for the bookworm, and resentful for her.

However, with the passage of time, many secrets no longer became secrets. The practitioners finally knew that the maid Sang Sang was the only descendant of the former Great Priest of Light in the world, especially when the Xiling Temple officially released the daughter of light a few months ago. After the title, the situation suddenly changed.

At least in the eyes of people, the maid Sang Sang finally has equal status with the bookworm in this story, so the story becomes more and more exciting.

With the deep voice of Nan Jin Prince accused. The practitioners in the field remembered this famous affair, and naturally they also remembered the rumor that the daughter of light will always be around Ning Que.

People remembered that there was a black carriage beside Shiping.

Everyone turned to look at the black carriage, their eyes became different, and they were even more cautious than when they had seen Ning Que.

Someone woke up first and hurried to the black carriage and knelt down.

As mentioned earlier, all those who practice monasticism respect Xiling Temple. The same is true next to the mountain stream. The practitioners hurriedly walked to the black carriage, and they were kneeling down.

The people prayed sincerely: "Welcome the bright daughter to the kingdom of the world."

Sang Sang's calm voice came from the car: "Get up."

Ning Que smiled slightly, but didn't expect the girl's voice to feel so majestic.

The practitioners are relieved. They got up one after another, still maintaining a respectful posture, even if grass scraps and dust were on their knees. No one dared to pat.

Looking at this scene, the Nanjin prince's face became more ugly, and he found out that Ning Que, even the people around him, had no lower status than himself. If the maid in the carriage would succeed the bright priest in the future, wouldn't it be Is it more honorable than the father's identity?

He didn't expect that something more annoying but frustrating would happen next.

Sang Sang's voice was heard again in the carriage: "Bookworm, can you please accompany me up the mountain?"

The prince of Nanjin changed suddenly.

The expressions of the practitioners suddenly became wonderful.

Ning Que's mood suddenly tightened.

He knows Sang Sang very well, he knows very well. Sang Sang previously called Mo Shanshan the owner of the mountain, at this time she was called a bookworm girl. What is the meaning of this difference? Although there is no malicious intention, I do not know whether it will displease another girl.

Mo Shanshan is not displeased, but the smile is a little astringent.

She vaguely guessed why Sang Sang called herself to go in the carriage together.

Probably the previous remarks of the Prince of Nanjin.

Ningque, the Prince of Nanjin, is Bo Xing's.

Sang Sang has to prove that this has nothing to do with Ning Que.

This is their business.

The Prince of Nanjin invited the bookworm to go up the mountain together.

Sang Sang also invited the bookworm to go up the mountain.

At the same time, he also invited the bookworm to hit the face of the Nanjin Prince.

In order to vent his own young master. To allow him to maintain his momentum and scenery in front of practitioners in the world, Sang Sang is willing to do a lot of things, including this invitation, which does not necessarily meet her wishes.

Mo Shanshan sighed, thinking of Sang Sang like this all the time thinking about Ning Que, even if there is no one to make Ning Que happy. It's really unimaginable. Can you do it by yourself?

Thinking is just a matter of moments.

Sang Sang lacked face to give Ning. This step has already been done.

Mo Shanshan thought to himself, what could he do if he took a step toward the black carriage?

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People watched the bookworm enter the black carriage, and then looked at Ning Que's eyes differently. Apart from awe, there was a lot more envy. Ning Que knew that the truth of the matter was not the case. The two lesbians represented nothing in the carriage, but he would naturally not explain anything. He walked to the car and patted the **** horse to signal his departure.

The black carriage started slowly.

Ning Que sat on the cushion in front of the car and looked at the gloomy and ugly face of Prince Jin Jin not far away. Suddenly a hint of pleasure appeared, but that pleasure was still not enough.

Because the purpose of this trip was to cure Sang Sang, he did n’t want to have more trouble, so he was indifferent whether it was the clash of words when he met in Lanke Temple early in the morning yesterday, or the ridicule and accusation of the Prince ’s highness A low-key silence that completely disagrees with the temperament of the past.

However, after all, it will be uncomfortable.

When the black horse-drawn carriage passed by the Nanjin Prince, he suddenly stopped.

Ning Que looked at the ugly Nanjin prince and sighed: "Blowing a pool of spring water."

When the words fell, someone laughed out loud.

Even those practitioners who were afraid of the South Jin Dynasty's state of mind smirked.

After all, it's someone else's affair. The daughter of the light has let the bookworm enter the carriage. Even if you are the distinguished prince of Nanjin, how can you intervene and blame? You like bookworms, but bookworms don't like you. You want to tease the relationship between bookworms and Mr. Thirteen, but the daughter of light has nothing to do with you.

This is really blowing a pool of spring water.

The princes of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Jiangge disciples naturally did not laugh, but did not get angry. Instead, they bowed their heads in shame. In their view, today's humiliation was asked by His Royal Highness.

The black carriage started again, and slowly drove past the Nanjin prince, before it sounded Ning Que's second half of the sentence that had not been completed before: "Don't **** your mother."

The prince of Nanjin shivered with anger, and at this time, listening to this swearing, his eyes turned black, almost fainting.

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Ning Que lifted the car curtain and glanced, and found that Sang Sang's face was indeed good, so he didn't worry much, just watched that she was sitting silently opposite the mountain, but she was worried to the extreme.

He went up the mountain to find Master Qishan. He comforted himself like this, kicked the **** horse's hips, and signaled that it would be faster. However, the black carriage was stopped before the Tiger Leaping Stream.

It was not the Nanjin prince who stopped the carriage, but a very cold word.

"Even the disciples of the academy have to obey the rules. Does the Confucius teach students this way?"

Next to the stone bridge under the big green tree, the old monk in yellow slowly raised his head and said slowly.

The black carriage stopped in front of the bridge.

Ning Que was silent for a moment.

He did not like to hear such old-fashioned words, especially the use of a teacher to suppress his own tone. However, because Sang Sang's disease was dependent on the bad Ke Temple, he did not show his disgust.

He looked at the old monk and asked, "What rules?"

The old monk in yellow slowly stood up and said, "You can only cross the bridge after breaking the mess."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "The rules are dead, people are alive."

Earlier, he had been crazy about this sentence.

The old monk in yellow dress said: "Only by following the rules, the talent is alive."

This sentence implies a certain philosophy, but Ning Que does not know whether the old monk knows that his real purpose in bringing Sang Sang into the mountain is to cure diseases, so he threatens himself with this sentence.

He frowned slightly: "Does the teacher come here, you also need him to break this endgame to see Master Qishan?"

The old monk in yellow clothes said unchanged: "If the Master comes here in person, Brother Qishan is afraid that he will come back to him, but the Master can ignore all the rules in the world, but you are his disciple without this qualification."

Ning Que looked at the eyes of the old monk and suddenly said: "The Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings. Both humans and pigs and dogs are ordinary. Even if the gap between me and the teacher is like a stupid pig and dog, I still remain the same Equal, then the teacher can not follow the rules, why should I keep it? "

The old monk in yellow said indifferently: "The disciples of the academy really have a good argument, but I don't listen when I don't want to listen."

Ning Xiedao: "So whose fist is stronger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The rules of Guisi can only stop those who are unable to break the rules."

The old monk in yellow frowned slightly and said, "Does Mr. Thirteen think he has the ability to surpass the rules of the world?"

Ning Quedao: "I want to try it."

After finishing this sentence, he reached into the carriage.

Sang Sang had already opened the arrow box and assembled the iron bow.

Ning Que took the iron bow and took the arrow to bend the bow, pointing straight at the old monk in yellow clothes beside the stone ridge.

Then he said, "Do you want to try it?"

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(I did it for a long time in the afternoon, but I did n’t get it in the end. I invited a master. I got it very late and finally got it done. Then I started to break the desperate code word. The result code was forgotten and I forgot the time. At this time, this chapter It ’s seven thousand words, and there are five thousand today. Continue to work hard. Please support the monthly ticket recommendation. I really need some excitement now. Thank you.)