Chapter 69 See you every day with the bell (seeking a monthly ticket)
The weather in May brought bursts of heat to the city of Jiangning. When the wind chimes sounded lazily, the courtyard seemed a bit deserted, with green ivy climbing all over the loess walls. Wild flowers and grasses were growing densely in the courtyard, and grasshoppers were everywhere.
Jumping out, spinning and disappearing, crickets make noises under the bricks and rocks. Sometimes butterflies fly in. Birds stand on the shelves covered with vines and comb their feathers. They spread their wings and fly away while chirping. The vines sway and fall.
The ground is golden.
She sat under the shelf in the corner, with her sword in the weeds at hand. It was morning, and the sounds of children reciting poetry could be heard from behind the wall, which was very pleasant to hear.
Occasionally, that person's voice will come over: "... Xiang Yuan, the thief of virtue also means..."
"...Zilu does not appreciate the behavior of so-called hermits..."
"... Regarding this, I remember a story I read before..."
The voice sounded a bit casual, not full of words, not too many saints, and different from the masters she had met before, which made her feel... not stable.
The words he spoke like this were not as pleasant as the articles recited by the students, but she could actually understand them. Occasionally, he would tell some stories to the students about the casual private school. The students were not very reliable, and occasionally
Then he would say: "Sir, Mr...." or "Mr. Li Heng...", ask some strange questions, or talk about stories with the teacher with a smile.
It's so rude. At home, such a child would have had his hands swollen and had to stand in the sun all day.
However, even though the voice he spoke in did not have the majesty of a teacher, and the vernacular he always spoke was not as nice as the recitations of those students, sometimes she still felt that there seemed to be some truth in what he said.
In the morning, he would come over and bring some food and supplies. The food would meet the needs of the day. However, if he came over at noon, he would also bring some hot meals. In the afternoon, he would come over in that room.
He would do weird things and occasionally say a few words to her, and she would reply casually.
She didn't meet him formally because she couldn't see him clearly. When he came, she would often sit on the rafters and watch him coldly, or go out from the window and go to the yard behind. The little girl would often come over, too.
Sitting on the steps of the corridor outside, she was chatting with her uncle at home, talking about some random things she had seen and heard, and she heard that this man's family was in the cloth-making business.
After the little girl finished chirping, she often pestered him to tell some stories, like the bizarre "A Chinese Ghost Story". Unfortunately, she didn't finish it. Maybe she had told him on the road with the maid that day. At this time, she was telling a story
The plot of the novel titled "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" is vaguely similar to the current situation in the world, except that in it, the Wu Dynasty was changed to the Song Dynasty.
On such a summer afternoon, in the quiet courtyard, a man named Ning Yi was doing weird experiments and telling strange stories. The little maid was sitting in the courtyard in front, and the woman in black was holding Gu Zhu.
Chang Sword was sitting in the grass behind him, listening to the martial arts, rivers and lakes, knights, and gangs, as if they were two worlds separated from the real world.
When she left in the evening, the little maid turned around and said as usual: "Ling Dang, see you tomorrow."
The sound is sweet, blending into the red light of the setting sun.
Since the first two days passed, Ning Yi has not deliberately started anything.
There are many ways to make people feel that you are sincere, and the best way is usually: you are really sincere.
She doesn't think too deliberately or do anything too deliberately. Although the woman occasionally answers a few words, she doesn't want to actually meet and talk to him, so that doesn't matter to him. She prepares food for the day in the morning and prepares food for lunch at noon.
If you can go there in the evening, try to bring some hot meals and dishes. The other party's injuries should be serious, but it's the time of evacuation anyway, so you can't be too careful.
I also brought her some things for daily use, and bought an extra set of black dresses for her to change into. When I was outside, I occasionally talked to her and told her how to use the things in the room carefully and what she could touch.
, what should not be touched randomly, the other party may think he is weird, but there is no need to explain anything for the time being.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, his life rhythm returned to the rhythm of attending classes, hanging out, and doing experiments every day. When he returned home on the afternoon of May 10th, Su Tan'er had not come back yet, and Xiao Chan also had something to do in the yard.
It was empty. He went back to the room to tidy up some things. When he turned around, he suddenly noticed a figure at the door. At first glance, he thought it was Xing'er, who was slightly taller among the three maids. He went to open the door and felt something was wrong.
After opening the door, the woman stood there quietly, wearing the green shirt Ning Yi bought for her, looking at him with a heroic and cold figure and eyes.
Ning Yi breathed out: "It's too risky for you..."
The officers and soldiers outside were still patrolling closely. No matter what her purpose was, just following her here was really committing a crime against the wind. After hearing what Ning Yi said, the woman seemed to frown in confusion, then turned and left. She seemed to want to go along the way.
Returning the way they came, about to climb over the wall, Ning Yi suddenly stopped her: "Wait." Then he pointed in the direction of the side door, "Go that way, I'll drive."
Not long after, the carriage left the side gate of the Su Mansion and circled in the direction of the school. Halfway through, the woman was heard saying: "I know where your family lives..." She was also a person who licked blood from the edge of a knife, with a cautious personality.
Having said this, there is no need to say more. When the carriage arrived at the side of the small courtyard, there was no one on the road under the sunset. The woman opened the curtain and jumped directly into the wall of the small courtyard, leaving behind words
Quietly echoing nearby: "My name is Lu Hongti."
In this way, we finally got to know each other.
When the next day passed, the woman no longer avoided meeting Ning Yi. From then on, she could probably talk about trivial things every day. A few days later in the afternoon, Ning Yi was doing experiments outside. The sky was dark outside.
It was getting dark, thunder and lightning started to rain, and the pouring rain seemed to flood the entire Jiangning city. The house leaked under such heavy rain, so Ning Yi took a few buckets and put them in the inner and outer rooms to collect water.
, a ding-ding-dong-dong sound. Xiaochan didn’t come over today. Ning Yi sat on a chair outside to take a rest and casually asked about martial arts.
Only separated by a wall, Lu Hongti, who was sitting on the bed in the back room watching the rain through the window, smiled: "After listening to those romance stories, you really want to learn martial arts? Where is the Song Dynasty?"
Ning Yi smiled "ha": "No matter what, it's always interesting."
"Interesting, it's really interesting." Lu Hongti was silent for a moment, "But after all, it is a romance story. In this world... there are not many sects, not many heroes, not many gentleness, and rules of the world. There are only green forest strongmen.
Thieves, big thieves and bandits. It may sound nice to you, but in reality, a group of desperadoes are not so sophisticated. If they encounter poor and weak people, they will rob and kill them. If they encounter officers and soldiers who oppress good people, they will rob and kill them.
, if you encounter the same strong thieves, you will let them go and avoid them for good... Hero, where are the heroes who really serve the country and the people?"
"Not one?" Ning Yi asked calmly.
"...maybe a few."
Ning Yi smiled and changed the subject: "How good are you in the world?"
"I've heard of a few people, but I've never beaten them. The rest...are all bullies and hooligans. What kind of gangsters are they?" Her tone was somewhat arrogant, but also a little displeased. It was not directed at Ning Yi, "
If you can defeat dozens or dozens, if you cannot defeat dozens or hundreds, then when you reach the military formation, you will be nothing."
"So you have been on the battlefield..."
There was a pause, then he laughed: "Do you really want to learn martial arts? My martial arts?"
"Well, if I could learn..."
"If I teach you, do you know what will happen?"
From the previous sentence, Ning Yi probably knew that something was wrong, and now he asked tentatively: "Is your martial arts only suitable for women to practice?"
"No, if a man learns it, he may be even more powerful." She smiled and said it easily and simply.
"So... I don't want to be a master. Although I am older, I am talented and knowledgeable. Can I be second-rate?" Anyway, the other party was not sincere, so Ning Yi fantasized and made some nonsense.
"Ha." The other side laughed, "If you learn my martial arts but don't have enough perseverance and give up halfway, that will be your luck. If you are really perseverant and practice diligently, then I can guarantee you that you will not live for five years.
Years later..."
Ning Yi was silent for a long time: "What exactly is this internal strength?"
Lu Hong mentioned: "The so-called internal skills are nothing more than breathing and exhalation methods. General breathing methods, practiced for a long time, have the effect of strengthening the body. However, the breathing methods of truly advanced internal skills are actually
Extremely extreme, the human body is controlled by the rhythm of breathing. If children are allowed to practice, over time, the child's body will adapt to this breathing method. His body is inherently plastic, and his internal organs will change as a result. From then on, he can exert force in some extreme ways, and can
Adapting to the huge burden brought by this exertion..."
"However, the adult body has already been shaped. If you want to exert force in an extreme way, the damage itself will be huge. If you have the perseverance and continue to exercise with a breathing method that is contrary to your current one, your organs will shift after a few years.
, coughed up blood and died of weakness. Others only think that children can get twice the result with half the effort by practicing Kung Fu, while adults can do it with half the effort. In fact, this is not the case... Now you understand, in the romance novel you mentioned, adults can also practice Kung Fu and obtain good Kung Fu.
It’s just conjecture that you can become a master by using the method..."
It was raining heavily outside and the weather was gloomy. Ning Yi sat there and was stunned for a long time. Only then did he understand what internal strength was all about. He had controlled his breathing since he was a child and in turn transformed his body and organs. He had been practicing kung fu since he was a child. It turned out that it was
Because children can adapt to transformation. He had some ideas in his mind, and after a while he took the notebook and pen over: "Write it down and write it down..."
It felt that Ning Yi was not very frustrated, and Lu Hongti was also slightly confused, but she had no intention of digging into the problem. After a while, she felt bored: "I have nothing to do now, let me tell you the follow-up story of Long Ba Bu that day.
How's it going?"
"It's just conjecture, don't say it..." Ning Yi said casually, and there was silence. After a few seconds, he laughed, "Just joking, but it seems that the martial arts in my story is more interesting.
Haha, okay, I think I won today. Yesterday we talked about the Six Meridians Divine Sword versus the Tathagata Divine Palm..."
"...Flame Knife." After a moment, Lu Hongti's voice came faintly from the back room. It sounded like a spirit behind the scenes with resentment.
Ning Yi moved the stool away to avoid another sword coming from the wall...
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