Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning

Lao Bizhai has a front and back yard, but the place is too small. It is too dangerous to use the fucking old woman's flying sword here. It doesn't matter if it hurts the flowers and plants, but does Sangsang have to support Dahei?

Washing rice and cooking under an umbrella? So Ning Que did not practice his sword after returning to Lin 47 Lane. He once again stood in front of the desk and dipped his pen in ink and stared at the snow-white paper.

Today he is not in a daze like a statue. I can see him taking deep breaths from time to time, slumping his waist and walking back and forth, raising his eyebrows from time to time. You can even faintly hear him humming a tune. The brush he is holding in his right hand is no longer like before.

As heavy as the sky, it hangs easily in the air. From a distance, I draw a virtual picture. Although I still haven't put down the pen, it seems much more relaxed.

Sang Sang cut the pumpkin into vertical strips, put it on the rice bowl and steamed it. She went into the back room to take off her apron and saw this scene. She watched curiously as Ning Que kept circling the desk, the brush in his hand floating in the air.

He stopped stroking, and after a while he felt a little dizzy. He covered his forehead and said, "Master, if you feel really itchy, just write a few words and try."

Ning Que stopped jumping around and said with a smile: "Why try if you know it won't work."

Sangsang wiped her wet hands and said with a smile: "Even if it doesn't work, you can still sell some ink balls on it for money now."

Ning Que burst out laughing after hearing this. Sang Sang suddenly reacted and looked at Ning Que in surprise, wondering what happened today. The young master didn't turn into an idiot after picking up the pen, and he still had the energy to gossip with him?

Next, Ning Que ate with her. After the meal, he asked her to make a pot of tea, moved the armchair to the small courtyard, and sat there while watching the stars, drinking tea, and chatting. He seemed extremely relaxed and happy. Until the lights were turned on late at night,

He walked into the room, took off his coat and leaned on the bedside. He took out a book from somewhere and read it intently, twitching his brows from time to time and rubbing it slowly with his fingers.

Sang Sang walked into the house with foot-washing water. Thinking about the many weird things tonight, she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. After living together for so many years, she knew very well that when Ning Que was trapped by a problem, he would work as hard as he did a few days ago.

, I really don’t understand why Ning Que suddenly became so relaxed today. Could it be that he has despaired of solving that problem?

"Master, what book are you reading?" she asked, looking at the old book in Ning Que's hand.

Ning Que was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He glanced at the pornographic book that he had smuggled out from the cave behind the academy. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, turned away to avoid her eyes, and said, "What is between men and women?"

You are too young to see those nonsense."

Sangsang took off the shoes and socks on his feet, then moved a stool to sit on the other side of the footbath, patted his thighs and motioned for him to put his feet in the basin, and said: "They are just the love affairs of talented people and beauties.

What's so interesting about this sour thing?"

Ning Que smiled and said: "How do you understand the fun of this... Ouch... it feels comfortable... don't scratch the soles of your feet."

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On the cliff terrace behind the academy, the fog has faded away, and the scenery is elegant. The water wheel behind the house is whirring, and the dull sound of iron is heard from time to time in the house, and then with a hissing sound, water mist fills the room.

In a dark corner, the Fourth Brother used the faint light coming from the window to observe the direction of the runes on the sand table. When the water steam hit his face, he frowned slightly and waved his hands to disperse it, but his eyes still stayed on the sand table, looking particularly focused.

The complicated and inexplicable lines on the sand table began to walk slowly, following some indescribable pattern, extending toward each other until they finally touched. The lines changed again and were about to be combined into a new pattern. The eyes of the fourth senior brother became brighter and brighter. , but his face became paler and paler. Looking at his solemn expression, you could tell that this time the rune deduction had reached the most critical moment.

However, at this moment, a panicked ouch sounded from the cliff outside the house, followed by a quiet sound of breaking wind, and a gray sword shadow flew crookedly into the door.

Sixth Brother, who was concentrating on blacksmithing, raised his thick eyebrows suddenly, picked up the heavy hammer in his right hand like a piece of paper, and smashed it towards the sword shadow. This hit was indescribably light and wonderful. Unless I have spent decades hammering and hammering iron day after day, I would never have been able to swing such a precise and precise hammer.

However... due to the panic and poor ability of the controller, although the gray sword shadow was extremely slow, it actually flew in an irregular and irregular manner. Because of the irregularity, it seemed a bit elusive. He looked up like a proud second senior brother, and for a while he was hovering in the air and swaying left and right like an eleventh junior brother who was obsessed with philosophy. He really didn't take an unusual path. He was in a mess, but by coincidence, he avoided the sixth senior brother's swing of the hammer, whoosh. Flying to a dark corner with a cry!

With a snap, the handleless flying sword struck deeply into the sand table in the corner. The sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword "accurately" hit the intersection of the rune lines. I saw that those lines suddenly seemed to be freed from the rope. Broken, never to be the same again.

Brother Six held the hammer, glanced at the sand table in the corner, smiled honestly, turned around and continued to hammer.

The fourth senior brother, who had been concentrating on the sand table and had not noticed the flying sword at all, finally realized what he was doing. He looked at the broken lines on the sand table, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body was shaking violently with anger.

A figure appeared at the door. He was panting and said with a flattering smile: "Two senior brothers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The fourth senior brother suddenly turned around and stared at the clean and lovely face at the door, as if he had seen the most filthy and hateful thing in the world. His pale face turned red sharply, he slapped the sand table hard, and roared: "Ning Que! Can you? Find a place where no one is around! This is the third time! If it happens again, I will tear you apart!"

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"As the saying goes, people sometimes make mistakes, horses sometimes stumble, and masters sometimes get hungry. I have just started practicing the Haoran Sword, so it is understandable that I will make some mistakes. I really don't understand why the fourth senior brother is so angry." Ning Que carried the wooden stick. The sword was walking along the lakeside, and he muttered: "Fortunately, Sixth Senior Brother did not hit the hammer firmly, otherwise the sword would be smashed, and I would have to go to Second Senior Brother to ask for it."

His current ability to control the flying sword is really bad. He has ten apertures in the snow-capped mountains and seas, and the vitality of heaven and earth he can control is so pitiful. The upload and distribution are not smooth, and his command over the grassroots troops is naturally extremely poor. If he wants to direct Fighting anywhere is basically a wishful thinking. It is a common thing to hit here and there.

He walked around the mirror lake and came to a dense forest, opposite the sixth brother's blacksmithing room across the lake. He thought to himself that with his own level of cultivation, even if the small universe broke out, he would not be able to fly the sword to the other side of the lake, and he suddenly felt much more at ease. , adjusted his breathing, meditated for a moment, and after a moment of thought, the wooden sword with his hands spread out flew into the air again, slowly circling twice around his head.

Looking up at the flying sword dancing against the background of the blue sky, Ning Que felt an extremely satisfying feeling in his heart, and murmured in admiration: "This feels really good. Although it can't be used to kill people, it's not bad for doing tricks.

"

Just as he was thinking about this, the handleless flying sword instantly broke away from the control of his mind and rushed downward from the air with a sudden sound. The blade was pointed directly at his face, which frightened him so much that he hugged his head and fell to the ground in a panic.

To the extreme.

Before the flying sword was about to land, I don't know if it received his telekinesis or for some other reason. It vibrated strangely and flew up again. It rubbed his scalp with a whooshing sound and flew diagonally into the dense forest.

among.

Ning Que, who was lying on the ground, stretched out his fingers to make a sword secret. He found that Feijian had lost his sense of consciousness and got up while cursing: "This disobedient little thing."

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and Ninth Senior Brother Bei Gong Weiyang covered his forehead with one hand and walked out with the flute and the flying sword in the other hand. He looked very miserable.

Brother Ninth walked up to Ning Que, looked at him expressionlessly, then pointed at his forehead, picked up the flute and tapped the wooden sword twice, and said solemnly: "Junior brother, you don't have

Don’t force this talent... If you continue to practice like this, it doesn’t matter if you hurt us senior brothers and sisters. The birds in the forest will be scared away by you. Do you want to listen to the sound of our flute?"

Ning Que suppressed his laughter and stepped forward to take the wooden sword. He suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Ninth, if there are no birds in the forest to hear the wonderful sound, then you can play a song for me, my junior brother?"

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In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the seventh senior sister was embroidering flowers and humming a soft and pleasant southern song. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, turned her wrist, and the thin embroidery needle held between her fingers brought out a terrifying sound.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the wooden sword that flew from nowhere was picked up by the right cheek with great precision. With a snap, the wooden sword fell into the lake and sank to the bottom.

Ning Que ran to the lake out of breath, waved to her in the pavilion, and said: "Seventh Senior Sister... Can you help my junior brother to call up that flying sword? I have gone to the lake to fish it out three times today.

I really don’t have any clothes to change.”

Seventh Senior Sister Liu frowned slightly, looked at him and said: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. You actually trained the Tangtang Haoran Sword into a wasp tail back needle. It's so cunning and powerful. If not for the people in the back mountain who have the ability to protect themselves, just

I'm afraid I might really get into trouble with you."

Ning Que said sadly: "Seventh Senior Sister, this is not what I thought. What can I do if it doesn't obey? I can't beat it."

What she said was really cute. Senior Sister Seven covered her sleeves and smiled, then suddenly her eyes rolled and she flicked her fingers slightly.

There was a slight sneer, and Ning Que suddenly felt that there was something extra on his collar. He looked down and saw a thin needle with cold light piercing the collar and stopping there, just one point away from being pierced.

into your own neck.

He looked up at the Seventh Senior Sister in the pavilion in astonishment, thinking that despite such a long distance, he could still have such accuracy and strength. This acupuncture technique was really terrifying.

Seventh Senior Sister stood up, looked at him and said with a smile: "You idiot, since you can't control so much vitality of heaven and earth, why do you have to learn flying swords? Isn't it the same as flying needles?"

Ning Que stood by the lake in a daze.

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"The needle is too thin, and the power of mind to control the vitality of the world is like a thread. It is too difficult to wrap it up. The most important thing is that it is a smaller thing than a flying sword. If you want to sense and control it, you need too much precision."

"Don't try again casually. The head of the wooden sword is rounded. Even if this needle smoothes it, it will still hurt when it pricks someone. If it pricks any senior brother, they will definitely not be like that goose.

, hit me twice and then stop.”

In the pine forest at the back of the academy, Ning Que stared at the thin needle between his fingers and murmured to himself, thinking about the big white goose raised by his second senior brother before that was stabbed in the butt by a needle and chased him half the mountain.

, I felt a little shuddering.

"Rest, you must rest for a while first."

He stood up from the pine tree and went deeper, sniffing the faint oily smell with his nostrils, and easily found the two senior brothers who were concentrating on talking under an ancient pine tree.

"Senior brother, come play chess with me."

When the fifth senior brother saw who it was, his face became extremely ugly, and he said in shock: "Little junior brother! How did you find us?"

Ning Que answered honestly: "Junior brother has been learning hunting in Minshan since he was a child. It is easy to find someone in the mountains."

The fifth senior brother glanced at the guy with the same earth-colored face opposite him, and said in a trembling voice: "Eighth junior brother, I am your senior brother... Since you still can't escape today, you should take on the task of playing chess with this stinky chess basket.

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One day.

Ning Que did not practice the Haoran Sword, but instead worked hard for the Sixth Senior Brother in the blacksmithing house. From early morning to evening, he swung the hammer countless times. Even with the strength of his body, he felt sore all over.

The sixth senior brother untied the leather apron in front of his naked body, handed him a ladle of water, and asked with a smile: "What is the matter? Now you can talk about it."

Ning Que poured the water into his abdomen, let out a comfortable sigh, and said: "Senior brother, the Seventh Senior Sister suggested that I try the flying needle, but the flying needle is too light and difficult to master, so I want to ask you what you have

What’s the solution?”

"Although you are not confused, there should always be some ideas about the natal object?" Senior Brother Six asked.

Ning Que said distressedly: "It's funny, now I have a strong reaction to silver, but I can't take silver ingots as my natal possession."

Sixth Senior Brother was stunned for a moment, then said after a long silence: "Then I... will give you some silver needles."
To be continued...