If your maid is really down, isn't you picked her out of the dead body? Didn't you say that you two are dependent? Even if you take back 10,000 steps to say that she is your maid, don't you think that her age is too young, shouldn't you take such a hard work? Why did the little boy raise a lazy bone, why can't you move himself?
Perhaps it triggered a bad memory in childhood, or maybe the imagination of some beautiful emotions was destroyed by a certain guy too thoroughly. The old book that the teenager had been carefully read, and said with a faint ridicule: "Thinking what the sage is a masterpiece, which can make you forget all the movements around you. People like you also hope to step into the way of practice
Ning Que sat up and glanced curiously at the young lady who should never appear in Weicheng, and looked at the embarrassing school captain. I have to look at it, that is, curiosity, where is there any extravagance? "
The maid obviously didn't expect that the young man would answer so naturally and casually, so she couldn't help but feel suffocated. She immediately looked at the little maid who was pouring ashes from the stove by the door, and said displeasedly: "I am a great Tang Dynasty, how could there be someone like you?" man."
Ning Que frowned in confusion and followed the other person's gaze to Sang Sang, who was standing by the window holding a rag. He understood where the sharpness in the other person's words came from. A dimple appeared in his left cheek and he said with a smile: "You should be older than me, otherwise... just think that I am not a man, but a boy."
The maid had probably never seen such a shameless person in her life. The fists in her sleeves were slowly clenched. Her expression was cold and she was about to get angry. However, her eyes fell on the muddy ground next to the bamboo lounge chair and on the pictures drawn by the branches. On the handwriting, her mind couldn't help but move slightly, and there was a strange color in her eyes, which made her completely forget what she wanted to say.
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In the barracks with the best conditions in Weicheng, the old man in tattered robes was closing his eyes and concentrating, while the general Ma Shixiang was half-bowed and talking to the nobles in the tent. There was an expression of surprise that could not be hidden in his humble attitude.
"Are you dissatisfied with that guide?" He asked doubtfully, "Why?"
The voice of the nobleman in the tent was extremely dissatisfied and reprimanded: "What I want is a smart and capable guide, not a lazy young man whose mind is full of dreams of spiritual practice and whose hands are weak and can only lift roasted chicken."
Ma Shixiang coughed twice and explained in a low voice: "As far as the general knows, although Ning Que is still young, he has beheaded many barbarians on the grassland in the past two years. If... he just tied up a few chickens, , I think it shouldn't be a big problem."
The Tang Dynasty was founded by force, and military merit was the first priority. Although the man behind the tent had an extremely noble status, since it touched the honor that the army valued most, Ma Shixiang chose to fight back without hesitation. What seemed to be an explanation was actually a bit of a mocking rebuttal.
The cold voice behind the tent paused for a moment and said displeasedly: "Can you be a good guide if you can kill people?"
Ma Shixiang answered more humbly: "Among the three hundred subordinates in Weicheng, Ning Que is definitely not the one who has killed the most enemies, but at the end of the day, if the general dares to use his head as a guarantee, no matter how brutal the battlefield is, among those who survive in the end... I am sure... There is this young man."
Then he raised his head and said with a smile: "Due to his accumulated military achievements, he received a letter of recommendation from the military department. This guy is really up to his standards. He passed the preliminary examination half a year ago. When he returns to the capital this time, he will report to the academy."
Hearing the word academy, there was a sudden silence behind the tent, and the noble man never spoke again.
After Ma Shixiang left, the old man in old robes slowly opened his eyes. His old and calm eyes rarely showed a trace of interest. He looked at the curtain and said with a gentle smile: "There are actually soldiers in this small border town. It's really surprising to be admitted to the academy. If that's the case, that young man must be the best choice in terms of character and ability, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to have him as a guide."
"I've only been away from the country for a year, but I didn't expect that a sacred place like the academy would actually start recruiting soldiers and ruffians like this."
His tone was still cold and disdainful, but his actual attitude had changed. At least that noble man no longer objected to Ning Que being his team's guide. It only took a name to make the big shot change his mind. That place simply called the Academy, I think. It must be extremely complicated.
When the old man talked about another thing, he looked a little confused: "I went to see the words he wrote on the dirt before, and I copied the third section of the Taishang Induction Chapter. The font lines are concise, but extremely vivid. It is obviously just Using a branch, it fell on the wetland, but it felt like the edge of a knife was added to the mud. The calligraphy of this soldier named Ning Que had already entered the right path... I really don't know how he practiced it, and where he learned from it. "
"The soldiers are just empty strokes. When I looked at them by chance before, I was inevitably shocked by the freshness. Now when I think about it carefully, they are just some strange and sharp strokes. How can I talk about the right way? In the future, I will touch the capital. A gentleman selling calligraphy outside Xiangfang."
The noble man responded coldly.
The old man shook his head and said: "The word "fresh" you mentioned is the key. I don't know calligraphy, but looking at the branches of the soldiers, you can actually faintly see the meaning of gold and stone. There are very few strokes in these words. See, it's really like the methods of those Taoists in Taoism."
"You mean the talisman?"
The nobleman behind the tent was startled, and then sarcastically said: "There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, but there are only a dozen of Fu Dao masters. Those masters may hide in the palace, or sit quietly in the temple, meditating and practicing hard all their lives before they can condense the world. The aura is between the golden hook and the silver stroke. There is no aura fluctuation in the young man's body. He is just an ordinary mortal. Even if he reads the chapter of Taishang Induction for another fifty years, he may not even be able to enter the first stage. How can he dare to discuss it with those of you? "
The old man smiled and said nothing more. Although he is a practitioner and has gained great respect from the other party along the way, the difference in status between the two parties is too big. The so-called respect is actually just pity for the old and talent. In this case, it is better not to say some things that should not be said.
Of course, he did not agree with the words of the noble man behind the tent. Regarding the soldier named Ning Que, the old man had his own judgment: All mortals in the world can really say that those who can understand the breath of heaven and earth and step into the initial state There is only one in ten thousand, starting from The first level of induction is the most difficult, and it is by no means easy. However, if Ning Que can really study in the academy, by chance one day he will be able to reach the legendary second floor and embark on the path of cultivation. That hand will be weird and extremely powerful. His calligraphy will definitely be of great help to him.
Even if the guy never gets it, his calligraphy alone can make the masters in the academies and Taoist circles look at him with admiration, or even shock the scribes and calligraphers.
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Ning Que put down the book in his hand, shook his head and walked out the door, with a hint of disappointment and unwillingness on his face.
This book I bought when I was a kid when I went to Kaiping market with the grain transport team. As the noble maid said, it is a commodity that can be seen everywhere. He knew this very well, but he still never forgot to read and study it, as if this book was the legendary seven volumes of the Book of Heaven enshrined in the unknown place of Haotian Dao.
The pages of the book that have been turned are curled up and look shabby. If Sangsang hadn't used cotton thread to sew the spine of the book tightly, I'm afraid it would turn into a few fluffy paper money and fly to the wind to pay tribute to the poor sages. It's a pity that after so many years, the pages of the book have been turned over, and the words on it have been deeply ingrained in his mind and have long been cooked, but he still can't get in. Not to mention the initial state of practice, even the simplest induction mentioned in the book cannot Can't do it.
He had been disappointed or even despaired, but later he realized that most normal people in this world could not understand the energy of heaven and earth, and his mood became much calmer - yes, those legendary worldly masters are not normal people. , are all perverts, because only extremely rare perverts can perceive the breath of heaven and earth. Otherwise, there are so many books about Taishang's induction circulating in the world, why haven't you heard of the flying swords flashing everywhere in the night sky of the capital Chang'an? Go, the master is floating around?
And he, Ning Que, was normal, or rather ordinary. However, you suddenly find that there is a wonderful treasure mountain in front of you, but you can only go back empty-handed. Suddenly you find that the heaven and earth are filled with that kind of wonderful thing called vitality that is like invisible white clouds, but you can't catch a single cloud. After all, you are still there. Will you be a little unwilling?
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"Weicheng is so poor. His Majesty the Emperor has long been afraid of the barbarians on the grassland. He has not dared to come here for many years. Therefore, it is impossible to accumulate military merits too quickly. It is of course good to return to the capital. How can I be unwilling to do so? place."
In the dimly lit military camp, Ning Que saluted respectfully to the general in front of him and explained sincerely: "It's just that there is still some time before the day to register for the academy, so I thought there was no need to leave so early. Although I have not been able to talk about it under the general's command these years, Advance by leaps and bounds, But I have always been taught like a human being by you, otherwise I would not have been so lucky to be admitted to the academy. I really want to stay with you in Weicheng for a few more days and listen to your teachings more... even if it is just a matter of time. It's good to do this for a while and chat more."
Ma Shixiang looked at the young man in front of him. The beard on his chin was twitching slightly. He didn't know whether it was blown by the night wind or because he was very angry. He said angrily: "Ning Que, Ning Que, when did you become such a shameless guy?"
Ning Que replied seriously: "As long as you need it, General, I can do without this face at any time."
"Tell the truth." Ma Shixiang's expression became cold and he asked seriously, "Why don't you want to be this guide?"
Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "General, that noble man probably doesn't like me very much."
"The noble man doesn't like you?" Ma Shixiang reprimanded sternly: "You seem to have forgotten your identity. You must know that you are not a student of the academy yet. As an imperial soldier, you must obey the orders of your superiors and obey my orders! Do you like the noble man? It's not your thing to worry about! Whether you like that noble person or not is something that no one cares about! You just need to accept the order and complete it!"
Ning Que didn't answer. He looked down at the stubborn piece of grass growing out of the mud between his military boots, silently expressing his objection.
Ma Shixiang was helpless with the young man and sighed: "What kind of trouble are you trying to make? Why don't you go back to the capital with them?"
Ning Que raised his head and said with a very serious expression: "I have seen their convoy outside. They were attacked on the grassland. There is a spring drought there recently, and the Shanyu of Zuojinzhang died last year. That noble man's The maid's skin is a bit dark, so... I dare not go with them. "
The convoy was attacked, there was a spring drought in the prairie, the Chanyu died, and the maidservant was black-faced. These seemingly unrelated words were combined by him trivially, and they became the reasons for his silence, stubbornness, and refusal to leave Weicheng.
Ma Shixiang looked at him, sighed and asked, "Have you guessed it a long time ago?"
"Is there anyone in Weicheng who hasn't guessed who they are?"
Ning Que helplessly spread his hands, looked at the other side of the military camp under the night, and said: "There is only that idiot who grew up in the Chang'an Palace and married to the grassland to be domineering and prosperous without even noticing that his man was dead. Your Highness, you would be so stupid as to think that this is always a huge secret."