Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 313 Mad woman

  The old book building, the second floor.

  Ning Que also chatted about Prince Longqing with the little fat man in front of him who prided himself on being a genius all day long.

  A major figure in the Judgment Department of the Xiling Temple? A genius who is about to step into fate? Today, everyone in the college seemed to be discussing the sensational Prince Yan. Ning Que thought that Chen Pipi would also be shocked by this, but unexpectedly he asked him on the spot with a confused face.

   "Prince Longqing... who is it?"

  Ning Que was a little surprised, and asked, "You don't know Prince Longqing?"

   "Why do I have to know Prince Laoshi?" Chen Pipi sat down with difficulty, and took a sip from the small wine pot he handed over. Said: "Is this person famous?"

"Quite famous." Ning Que stared into his eyes and said, "He is the Prince of Yan, and the number two person in the Judgment Department of the Xiling Temple, and he is also regarded as a genius of cultivation like you, so there is no reason for you not to know him. "

  Ning Que looked even more surprised. Usually, when he mentioned the Xiling Temple, he would always be a little unconcerned. His expression and tone were flat, as if he came from an extraordinary background and was inextricably linked with Xiling.

   So much so that Ning Que has always regarded him as the heir of the Xiling Temple, but he didn't want the students in the front yard of the academy to teach the well-known No. 2 figure in the Judgment Department.

However, Chen Pippi doesn't care what the other party is. The so-called prince status doesn't mean that Ning Que doesn't care. When he is in the front yard during the day, no matter where he goes, there are people discussing the authority and power of the temple. From what he knows and understands, he can naturally feel that this Zongjiao who believes in Haotian is very similar to some medieval teaching paintings he knows, that is, Datang Academy and Yuelunxuankong combined are not within its scope of influence.

  Thinking of this, Ning Que couldn't help asking curiously: "I heard that the number one person in the Judgment Division of the Temple is a woman, who is called a Taoist by the world. I wonder if you have heard of her name?"

Hearing the word Dao Chi, Chen Pipi's face changed slightly, he seemed to be crying, smiling, sad or happy, "Ye Hongyu is a good person, no, she is a bad person, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have traveled long distances to escape to the academy "

  Chen Pipi let out a long sigh, and didn't continue talking. He opened the window and looked into the distance, with indescribable vicissitudes on his round and immature face.

  I thought that if the heavenly scriptures were stolen, they would be punished by the viewer, so at the age of six, I left my hometown and fled overnight.

  From Taoshan Mountain in Xiling to Chuanqing Gorge in the Southern Jin Dynasty, the journey was thousands of miles, and it took two or three months.

  The most exasperating thing is that he arrived in Chang'an in such a state of anxiety, fearing that Xiling would send someone to arrest him, so he hurriedly applied to the academy to seek asylum from his master.

   As a result, day by day passed, not only did Xiling not send anyone, even Zhishouguan did not investigate the theft of the Tianshu.

  It wasn't until later that he realized that there were many volumes in the heavenly scriptures, and that woman had also become the head of the temple's ruling department.

  Chen Pipi couldn't imagine how Ye Hongyu found the thief and took back the Heavenly Book from him.

  But after hearing that she was cold-blooded and ruthless in the Judgment Division all these years, and her shots were extremely ruthless, he could imagine that the little red fish back then had become a very dangerous and ruthless character.

   "Tsk~ There must be a story between you." Seeing Chen Pipi's somber look, Ning Que raised his eyebrows, leaning against the window rail with gossip, "Tell me~"

  The matter is related to knowledge and observation, and it is also related to the heavenly scriptures. Chen Pipi kept secret and said vaguely, "Anyway, this woman should not be provoked."

   "Heh~ So, I'm even more curious."

  Curiosity kills.

  The lights are on, and the night is lonely.

In the Xinbi studio at the end of Forty-seventh Lane, Ning Que stretched out his hand to protect his little black girl behind him, and brought him from Weicheng to Chang'an. Two of the three machetes that accompanied him to kill countless horse thieves were broken in front of him. His expression was no longer frivolous just now, his brows were full of solemnity.

  Beside the desk, the candlelight flickered, reflecting a red dress that looked like blood. The wide-open store door rattled lightly in the evening wind, but it couldn't even shake the woman's skirt and hair.

At this time, Ning Que's back was full of chills, and his heart kept bursting with extremely dangerous premonitions. Although he had never fought against Chen Pipi who knew his fate, the terrifying coercion of this air lock was even stronger than that of the pig pretending to be a few days ago. Hu's Chao Xiaoshu was even stronger.

Glancing at Sangsang from the corner of his eye, Ning Que raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him. Her face was as clear as water, and her expression was as calm as a distant mountain. However, the murderous intent hidden in the depths of the distant mountain was like a harbinger of landslides and tsunami, as if it might erupt at any time. .

   "No wonder Chen Pipi said that this woman must never be provoked, good guy. Just kidding her, how can I do it?"

The assessment on the second floor is imminent. First came a 'genius' prince, and now a murderous crazy woman appeared. Ning Que glanced at the scattered pieces of simple knives on the ground with some pain, and secretly slandered him. With a wry smile, "Girl, ah, no, you've already seen the heroine, the heroine. I use a plain knife. I really didn't leave the sword marks on the plaque."

"I know."

Ye Hongyu looked cold, and a narrow and slender cold light flashed across Ning Que's eyes. Ning Que, who had been fighting among the dead for many years, looked sideways to avoid the light. Take Ye Hongyu's sword.

The blade of Pu Dao is dark, with a white blade like a thin line winding up and down. Even though it is the best weapon Ning Que can make on the border of Weicheng, because he has just mastered the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, he has not even started to practice exercises. So much so that there was no spiritual power to bless the blade, and only relying on strength to fight Ye Hongyu, the result was only the possibility of the blade smashing people to death.

  The flames splashed, the long knife screamed, and more than a dozen fragments shot out in all directions, cutting off the candlestick on the desk and igniting the calligraphy and paintings on the desk.

  Ning Que didn't want to close his eyes, nor did he want to accept his fate. The cold light in his eyes kept enlarging, but stopped in front of him.

  A strand of hair fell from Ning Que's ear, and Sang Sang squeezed between the two of them with the **** umbrella half as tall as a person, blocking Ning Que.

  Ye Hongyu lowered his head and glanced at the terrified but extremely resolute little maid, put away his long sword, and saw no trace of murderous intent.

   "You didn't leave the sword marks on the plaque, so why do you admit it?" Ye Hongyu said coldly, "I don't like others teasing me, and I don't like your light tone before."

Ning Que was used to being frivolous, and he couldn't help flirting when he saw a beautiful woman. Facing Ye Hongyu's questioning, he was very embarrassed. He didn't have time to apologize just now. Now that the other party's killing intent has faded, he hastily apologized, explaining: .

"Women don't know, the word 'new' in the three characters of 'Xinbizhai' was really written by me. As for the word 'bizhai' in the back, it is actually the landlord of this shop, a man named Mr. Zhou Ji Zhou. Mister left."

   "Sir? Has this gentleman ever carried a sword?"

"Mr. Zhou said he was a gentleman, but he is actually not very old. He looks like he is only in his twenties. He was a sweeper in the old library building of the academy, and most of the students in the academy call him a gentleman." Ning Que hesitated, "He has nothing to do He has never been seen wearing a weapon, and the sword marks on the plaque were actually drawn by his fingers, and everyone on the street can testify to this."

Seeing that the light in Ye Hongyu's eyes was gradually dimming, Ning Que paused for a moment. Just as he was about to say something else, he saw a clear sword light flashing in front of his eyes. Ning Que's nerves suddenly tensed up. Silently, after taking a closer look, he found that the other party had put the long sword between the two of them, and looked up at him.

   "Have you ever seen someone wearing this sword?"

  If it was Ning Que in the past, he would have lowered his mouth frivolously and said, "I've seen it before, isn't there one in front of me?" ’ But now he could only honestly shake his head, and replied, “This sword is simple in shape and mysterious in design, I have never seen it before.”

  Ye Hongyu has long been used to this kind of answer, and she doesn't feel disappointed. After all, she wandered here by accident and saw the strong sword intent left on the plaque, so she just asked a question.

The burning rice paper on the desk had already ignited the whole desk at this moment, and the red flames poured out billowing heat waves. The three present all turned their heads to look at the gradually spreading fire. Ning Que hurriedly pushed down to look at the dumbfounded Sangsang, and said anxiously, "What are you looking at! Put out the fire!"

Sangsang came to her senses at this moment, and ran towards the kitchen water tank together with Ning Que. When the two of them came out with large and small basins, the woman in red who had never revealed her name had disappeared. After the person extinguished the flame on the desk, he discovered that a silver ingot of ten taels had been placed on the guardrail at the stairway at some point.

   "Master! Silver!"

Sangsang saw that Yin Zi's eyes were worth it, and there seemed to be a pair of abacus moving up and down in her bright eyes. Ning Que's mouth twitched and said, "My young master sells one thousand taels of words, this crazy woman burned me." One table and one set of words, unexpectedly, I left ten taels of silver and ran away, and my three simple knives cost more than ten taels."

   "That's right, we're still losing money!" Sangsang said indignantly, "When the young master sees her next time, we must get back the money we lost!"

   "Right, right, right! This crazy woman draws her sword when she disagrees with her. No wonder people who use swords keep avoiding her!"

   "How did you find this place?"

   Thousands of miles away, in the Mochi Garden.

Mo Shanshan, who was wearing a plain white shirt, was walking between the pavilions in the garden. When he saw the vague figure of a man beside the arch, he recognized the identity of the man through the light blue clothes. It was the first time I experienced the panic of being a thief, so I quickened my pace and walked towards Zhou Ji.

  There are two stone steps in the courtyard and the promenade. With blurred vision, she didn't check her feet for a while and almost tripped. Zhou Ji quickly reached out to support her, then let go suddenly, and hid sideways to the outside of the wall.

  Inner side of the courtyard, surrounded by rockery, walk dozens of steps, and there will be a pavilion.

There were tables and chairs in the pavilion, and girls in long white dresses were copying books and drawing pictures there. Some of them noticed that the mountain owner was about to stumble, so he hurried over to ask if the mountain owner was okay. Mo Shanshan walked out from the arch. , straightened his clothes, smiled and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Senior Sister."

  After the senior sister left, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned her eyes to look at Zhou Ji who was standing beside her, separated from the senior sister by a wall, bowed and said, "Thank you, sir."

   "Actually, I should be the one apologizing. If it wasn't for me, Miss Shanshan wouldn't have tripped over the steps."

Speaking of this, Zhou Ji seemed to have thought of something, and leaned forward to look at Mo Shanshan's ethereal eyes with a little innocence. The sudden movement startled Mo Shanshan. Seeing that the hazy face was getting closer and closer, it was so clear that it looked like It is to be able to see clearly his white and flawless skin, and his clear and translucent eyes.

  Mo Shanshan stepped back half a step subconsciously, stepped on the edge of the steps with his toes, leaned back with his arms outstretched, and flew up with the wind like a startled bird, flew upside down for more than ten steps, and stood gracefully.

  Zhou Ji grabbed the empty space and had no choice but to withdraw Erkang's hand in a sly way. Sensing that the movement here had attracted the attention of the girls practicing calligraphy in the pavilion, he had to wink at Mo Shanshan and signaled her to go to the ink pool to talk.

  All the seniors and sisters in Mochiyuan looked at each other in dismay, watching Mo Shanshan perform lightness kung fu in doubt, while Mo Shanshan stood in the same place in doubt, watching Zhou Ji suddenly turn his head and leave without saying a word.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Mo Shanshan turned her head and looked at the pavilion not far away. The distance was too far, and she could not see the expressions of everyone clearly with her eyesight, but she could see a row of blurred faces when she turned her head. The hazy white Shua Shua Shua ~ twisted into fuzzy black.

  The white part is the face, and the black part is naturally the hair.

Only then did Mo Shanshan come to his senses, and related to his actions just now, he felt that his mood, which had been calm for more than ten years, fluctuated more and more in just two days. At this time, he reacted and turned around.

  Looking at Zhou Ji who was going back and forth, Mo Shanshan took the initiative to move forward, passed by Zhou Ji, and walked towards the outside of Mochi Garden.

  Glancing at the pavilion behind him, Zhou Ji hurriedly followed, returned to the study, coughed lightly, and said embarrassedly, "It was me, Meng Lang, please forgive me, Miss Shanshan."

   "The young master's eyes are clean, and he has no evil thoughts. On the contrary, I overreacted."

  Mo Shanshan is kind-hearted by nature, and knows that Zhou Ji made an unintentional mistake. At least twice before and after she tried to support her.

  Zhou Ji smiled and said, "Actually, I just wanted to check the eyes of Miss Shanshan,"

Hearing that Zhou Ji wanted to help her heal her eyes, Mo Shanshan's eyes dimmed, and a look of disappointment appeared on his usually clear and indifferent face, "Thank you for your kindness, sir, but since my little girl suffered from eye diseases when I was young, my master has searched for me all over the world. There is no way to heal it, even if I asked the Master in the early years, even the Master can't do anything."

"There is really no cure for myopia. Even surgery is just grinding out a pair of built-in 'lenses' in the eye. If you want to be cured, you may only have to go to a future science fiction where you can modify your body, or have a treasure of heaven and earth. The mythical world of supernatural powers and secret arts." Zhou Ji nodded slightly, thinking for a while, "But I can try to prepare a pair of glasses, maybe it can help you see the world clearly."

   (Thanks to 'One Hundred Two Seventeen' for the reward of 100 coins,)

  (end of this chapter)