Nightfall

The smile in Sang Sang's eyes is indifferent-in the dictionary, there are many interpretations of indifference, such as the appearance of indifference and indifference, such as indifference, such as ignorance and ignorance-these interpretations often reveal natural dull characteristics. For her, they are very suitable, especially the ignorance of ignorance.

At this time, she was sitting by the window looking at Confucius and Ning Que, just like in the previous wasteland sky, the golden dragon protruded from the burning cloud, and the **** of light would stand in the chariot and look down at the earth, but her The position seemed to be higher, so the indifference in her eyes fell into another field.

There is also an explanation for indifference: to suppress happiness and refuse life, to stay away from good words such as humanity, which represents the sacred and solemn beyond the secular world.

The smile with an indifferent meaning emerged at the bottom of Sang Sang's eyes, disappeared instantly, less than a snap, and instantly turned into smoke, she didn't feel anything at all, Ning Que naturally did not see it, but the Master saw it.

Confucius looked at Sang Sang and remained silent for a long time, until Ning Que felt a little weird, and Sang Sang's eyes showed a puzzled and helpless look before he smiled and looked away.

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The Master's eyes fell on Sang Sang's hands.

Sang Sang's left hand clenched into a fist. Starting from the Lanke Temple, and then fleeing from the Chaoyang City of the Lunian Kingdom, until she was taken in by the barren tribe, she often held her left hand.

The Master's eyes fell, and Sang Sang's left hand spread out, revealing what was in his palm.

That is a white chess piece.

The Confucius looked calm as if he had experienced countless autumns and winters.

His eyes were not peaceful, and hundreds of millions of stars appeared in the black pupil, and then began to move irregularly, drawing countless dense lines, and finally condensed into a bright spot.

This is what happened in an instant. No one can see what is happening in the Master's eyes. Ning Que can't see it, Sang Sang can't see it. Even if everyone in the world stands in front of the Master, he can't see it.

The bright spot deep inside the Master's eyes. Suddenly exploded.

Confucius closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes returned to normal, the black gown was still, the expression was still quiet, and the wrinkles still seemed to contain countless wisdom.

Nothing seems to happen.

It seems that everything has already happened.

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The black carriage wall is engraved with a very dense rune, derived from the classic Haotian Nanmen Temple. It was built by Master Yan Se with half his life. Extremely delicate and unbreakable.

At the moment when Confucius opened his eyes again, the rune array on the carriage wall suddenly seemed to be infused with countless extra breaths. The clear rune was suddenly chaotic, the rune line flashing golden light, and then dim.

The carriage is cast from stainless steel. Its own weight is extremely terrible. At this time, the Fu array suddenly failed, and the wheel suddenly fell deeply into the ground of the soft spring wasteland. Pisso was deeply pulled into the muscles of the **** horse!

The **** horse was completely unprepared. Where did he think that the car behind him would suddenly become so heavy, his front hooves rose into the air, and then he knelt down violently and fell heavily onto the ground!

Dirt was splashing and smoke was flying. The **** horse hissed, and the grass underneath was crushed into a ball. The wildflowers in the grass spread out and floated up in the smoke, gradually entering the cloud.

The wilderness was clear in the sky, and only a few white clouds floated.

In the blue sky directly above the black carriage, there was a cloud made of rain. When the debris of wildflowers floated, there was rain falling, like a thin column of water, which just fell on the carriage, plopping. Like crying,

Looking out from the wasteland ground. At this time, the sun just moved behind this rain cloud. The clear sunlight penetrated the three gaps in the cloud, and it was slightly bright. The three fine slits, two on the top and one on the small, were like human eyes and Lips, squinting, like a pure face with a lovely smile.

The Master was very annoyed and waved away the clouds to dispel the rain and said, "Cry and laugh, are you sick?"

Ning Que didn't know what was happening at all and said, "Teacher, the sick is Sang Sang."

The Master looked at him and said, "Do you have medicine?"

Ning Que could not help crying and laughing, and said, "Don't you have medicine?"

The Master became more displeased and said, "Everything is given to her. Why are you talking about this?"

Ning was speechless, thinking that the colleagues at the back of the academy knew that the teacher was not the kind of person who did not eat human fireworks. He had some temper, but today his temper was too steep and meaningless.

"Teacher, what happened?" He asked worriedly.

The Master was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Some hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Ning lacks a view to the slightly wet field outside the car window, and wonders what else to eat besides dry food in such desolate places?

The Master glanced at Sang Sang and said, "Since I'm still alive, I have to live a good life. There should be requirements for the quality of life. How can I eat casually?

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The **** horse got rid of the dizziness caused by the impact, confirmed that the carriage became lighter again, and drove northwards in the wasteland according to the command of the Master.

It didn't take long for the black carriage to come to a meadow. There were dozens of sheep around the meadow and some tents on the side and back. It seemed to be a herdsman tribe, but it was too small.

Ning Que walked off the carriage and looked at the tilt angle of the sun, and saw that there was still a snow hill in the distance.

He looked at the length of the green grass again and confirmed that the place was already in the extreme north of the wasteland. Some of them could not understand it. It only took such a short time, how did the carriage run so far.

Several herdsmen came out of the tent, with a dark complexion, and a vigilant expression mixed with confusion. Depending on the situation, these herdsmen rarely met foreign tourists.

Ning Que did n’t know what the Master brought himself and Sang Sang to eat here. It was the so-called disciple who served him. He walked over to the herdsmen to see what food was in the tent and bought it for money.

He can speak the barbaric words on the wasteland, and even some very remote tribal dialects are very good. However, today he suddenly discovered that he would not be able to communicate with the herdsmen on the wasteland.

"Less to show off your little worms."

The master walked down from the carriage and reprimanded him rudely.

The herdsmen reacted strangely when they saw the Confucius. Some were touched and excited. They were more in awe. Two of them knelt directly in front of the Confucius and kissed the back of his feet. The tent brought out his wife, children and the elderly. Then salute the Master.

Ning Que knew that the herdsmen had seen the Confucius and couldn't help wondering which king's court these shepherds belonged to. They couldn't understand their own words, and it was better to see how the princes would communicate with these herdsmen.

He never thought that the Master could not communicate with these herdsmen.

Because now he is more and more certain that the Master is omnipotent.

The Master began to communicate with these herdsmen.

He pointed to the sheep on the distant meadow. Then spread your hands. I gestured the size, and twirled it with my ten fingers, simulating the flame. There are still words in my mouth.

"The sheep can't be bigger, it's that big."

"The one you want to roast ... the kind of roasting you're best at."

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Ning Que was speechless again, where could he think of. This is how Confucius communicates.

The Master knew what he was thinking and said, "I have been saying that there is no one who can do everything in the world. Even me, I can't know all the languages ​​in the world, but what is that? Language is originally a skill, as long as you can make gestures , You ca n’t starve anywhere, you can find delicious food everywhere. "

Ning Que knew to reason with the teacher. It was an extremely self-masochistic idea, so he gave up firmly and asked his own doubts: "Which king's court does this small tribe belong to?"

The Master said: "It does not belong to any king's court. These herdsmen have been nomadic in this bitter cold place for thousands of years and do not communicate with the outside world. Although the days are bitter, they are quiet."

Ning Que said: "There are only so many people, and it is difficult to multiply in reason."

The Master said, "The butchers had been hiding here for a while, and some kind of secret method of these herdsmen should have been passed on."

Ning Que listened to the Master's words about the two butchers and drinkers, and was slightly surprised.

The master said again: "The butcher's roasted leg of lamb is the best. Now he doesn't know where to hide. For many years he refused to see me, so now the best leg of lamb is on earth. It's here."

Ning Que laughed and said, "Are you talking about the secret method, is it lineage succession or roast leg of lamb?"

Confucius smiled straight at his thigh and said, "It's all."

Sang Sang divided two bowls of milk wine and served it to Confucius and Ning Que.

The Master took a sip, praised it, and said to her, "You drink it too, it tastes good."

At this moment, the leg of lamb was finally baked, and the herdsman held it respectfully and retreated.

Ning Que didn't know what words to use to describe this legendary roast leg of lamb, the most delicious roast leg in the world. He smelled the smell of the leg of lamb, looked at the disturbing oil on the leg, and moved his index finger.

But at this time, he will never make mistakes. According to the instructions of Chen Pipi and his brother, he used a sharp knife to cut two pieces at the best part of the leg of lamb and sent them to the lips of the master.

The master chewed the mutton, closed his eyes, and carried the milk wine bowl. He was very intoxicated, and he waited for the next moment to use the wine to scent the lamb in his mouth into a charming intoxication.

"Not right." The Confucius suddenly opened his eyes.

Then he looked like an old farmer who had just finished eating noodles by the side of the road. He snapped his mouth and carefully tasted his mouth. His face changed suddenly and said, "This lamb is wrong ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning I was stunned, cut another slice on the leg of roasted lamb, and put it into my mouth to chew. I only felt that the meat was delicious and extremely pleasing, and I almost chewed my tongue out.

He asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

The Master said angrily: "This lamb doesn't taste like lamb anymore, can it be called lamb!"

Ning Que did not understand at all that this was not like lamb.

The Master was suddenly silent, watching the roasted leg of lamb with a long sigh.

Then he looked at Sang Sang and shook his head with a sigh.

Sang Sang didn't understand what was happening and asked in a low voice: "Would you like a bowl of sheep soup?"

The Master said annoyed, "You can't eat any meat, what soup do you drink?"

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(Gobble, goblet, goblet, and a chapter.)