Villains Template Chapter 769

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Yan Chixia's luck was good. Although his two roasted rabbits were over-baked, the meat was dry, but they were not burnt. Xiahou Swordsman also took out some dry food for drinking, and the two big men drank each other.

After drinking three or two glasses of wine, the topic opened. Yan Chixia asked, "Brother Xiahou, what kind of expert can you let go of your years of obsession, stop fighting for this false name, and start to concentrate on martial arts."

Although Xiahou is lustful, addicted to alcohol, loves money, seeks false fame, murders like numbness, and stirs up her own peace, but Yan Chixia knows that Xiahou Swordsman is actually a good person - of course, this is relative to today's world. .

Xiahou never bullied the weak. As long as he didn't provoke him, he basically wouldn't kill him; for the weak, he would occasionally help out if he took care of him and didn't bother him much.

"That is a master from outside the world. Although it is only a few words, most of the things in the words are incomprehensible, but the part that can be understood makes people suddenly realize, and let me understand myself." Xiahou Swordsman drank He took a sip of wine, picked out some important things during the day, and told Yan Chixia roughly: "After the master left, I sat in the pavilion and thought for a long time, not even paying attention to what happened outside, until I woke up. Come here, half a day has passed, and the stagnation in my heart has also been opened."

"Recalling the past, I found it very ridiculous, but I came to this Guobei County to compete with you. This must be done, even if my obsession has been resolved."

Looking at the Xiahou Swordsman at this time, Yan Chixia knew it in her heart. She raised her glass to celebrate the opponent's new life. The changes of Xiahou Swordsman are visible to the naked eye.

Don't look at Xiahou's fierce face with a murderous look, but this is also forced by life. In today's world where the order is broken, only if you are fierce enough and ruthless enough, can you have enough deterrent power to shock the younger generation. , to avoid a lot of trouble.

The same is true for Yan Chixia, otherwise he would not grow a beard and make his face rough, just to make him feel like a good person the first time you see him.

After unraveling the knot, although Xiahou Swordsman's face is still so ugly, the gloomy and evil spirit between his brows has been unraveled, and he has become a lot more upright and peaceful.

The nonsense between the two old men is not mentioned here for the time being...

Saying only half of the words is very tormenting.

After being brought down from the roof by Yue Si, Ning Caichen asked Yue Si: "Brother, what is it that you stopped before you finished talking on the roof? Why do you need to know that when you are a high official?"

Yue Si looked at Ning Caichen's face full of curiosity and said, "Well, I will tell you in the most simple way that even an open-minded child can understand - the same sentence. Words that come out of different people's mouths, are heard by different people, and have different meanings. You understand this principle, but it has not been applied in practice."

"During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when the state affairs were exchanged, the ruler and the minister played the correct match, all the allusions were used, and the conversations were all "Poems" and "Books". The dialogues between the ruler and the ministers were all profound. Sentences about the feelings of men and women are actually a metaphor for the identities of monarchs and ministers based on the relationship between men and women.”

"The so-called 'Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart', this is a sentence in "Poems", for women, this is a love poem of longing for a lover, said from the king's mouth, this is the expression of thirst for talent... This truth I have given it to you in a simple way, and you will understand after analyzing it yourself."

"So that's it..." Ning Caichen looked suddenly realized: "Xiahou mentioned the names of so many girls, and he saw one loves the other, which shows his character; and the one named Yan Chixia, who claims to have lived among the thousands of flowers. , The leaves do not stick to the body, and for so many women, they do not leave seeds or show mercy, and they concentrate on one thing. Even if the martial arts at the beginning are almost the same, after so many years, the martial arts of the two must be different."

"To analyze the meaning of a person's words, we must consider his identity, his experience, his interests, and his interpersonal relationships... The so-called figuring out the meaning in the previous book is like this."

"Okay, don't say it anymore, it's getting late, I'm sleepy, you go to bed earlier, you'll be busy tomorrow." Yue Si waved his hand, but did not let Ning Caichen continue the analysis, and went back to the hammock to lie down. .

However, after being disturbed by the movements made by the swordsman Xiahou, Ning Caichen was completely sleepless and his body was still very tired, but he couldn't sleep. , did you bring any lamp oil?"

Yue Si was lying on the hammock, his right hand was lowered, and he didn't need to look at it, so he found a bottle the size of his palm from his box and handed it to Ning Caichen: "There is, but there is no oil lamp. ."

After taking the lamp oil, Ning Caichen thanked him with thousands of thanks. He found a relatively complete tile from the courtyard of the Chanyuan. After wiping it clean, he did not know where to remove two wires and twist them together and put them on the tile to use as a lamp wick. , and poured some lamp oil into the tile a little, let the wick immerse in the lamp oil, and after ignition, it was a simple oil lamp.

Taking advantage of such a bright light, Ning Caichen found some wood and bricks to build a simple table, polished the ink, spread out the ledger whose words were scattered in ink, and began to write again on the ledger with a brush.

Ning Caichen's evaluation of his Bo Wen Qiang Ji is not false, he is here to collect the account, and he must have the account book details in his hand, but the original account book, the owner will definitely not give him, what he holds in his hand is his own. Transcript copy.

After copying it this way, he had a detailed understanding of the account transactions in his mind. During the day, because of his rush and low blood sugar, he couldn't react to this, and now he can't sleep, so he simply re-written the account book.

Tomorrow, he took the account book and went to the owner of the inn to collect the bill, to see if he had anything to say, and whether he dared to instruct the shop assistant to throw himself and his luggage out of the shop.

Only halfway through the dictation, Ning Caichen suddenly heard the melodious sound of the violin coming from a distance, so he stopped to write and listened attentively.

The sound of the qin was clear, but it carried a sad and tragic meaning, which made people feel the same way. Ning Caichen connected with his past, thinking of his unfortunate journey and ill fate, he couldn't help but grieve from it, and secretly wept: "So beautiful. Qin Yin, such a sad life."

"Wow, people only play a few strings, you know they have a miserable life, and the sound of emotions is not the sound of the piano, but the Morse code." Yue Si, who was lying on the hammock, showed a smile on his face. Ning Caichen over there jokingly said.

Ning Caichen ignored the words in Yue Si's words that he had never heard before, and responded to the ridicule in Yue Si's words: "The six arts of a gentleman are ritual, music, archery, imperialism, and writing. , Count, because my family is poor, I can't shoot archery, horseback riding and driving, but I still know a little bit about other things, such as this "music", the most holy teacher and his old man are also very researched, in Qi State After listening to the music of "Shao", I was completely obsessed with it, and there was an allusion of "I don't know the taste of meat in March"."

"Okay, I told you about the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period earlier, and you can move out Confucius to press me now." Yue Si looked down at Ning Caichen and said with a smile, "Then you analyze and analyze, this is the one who plays the piano. who?"

"Who is this person playing the piano, I don't know, but I roughly guess that the other party is a beautiful woman who came from a family of officials, but fell into a foreign land..." Ning Caichen squinted, listened to the sound of the piano for a while, and lowered his voice, He said in a slow tone.

Yue Si sat up and swayed gently on the hammock like a swing, and then applauded Ning Caichen: "You stinky readers, you really look like you are so talented, you don't even have a face. When you see it, imagine the other party as a peerless beauty, bah, lowly."

Ning Caichen was told by Yue Si, and he said hesitantly: "Brother, what you said is biased, I, I just feel it."

Yue Si still clapped: "Ha, I really said it! I have seen this kind of thing a lot."

"There was once a woman who was ugly in appearance, short and fat, dark in skin and rough in voice, standing there, if she didn't tell others that she was a woman, she thought she was a rough and ugly woman who wanted to be a woman. A man dressed as a man."

"God is fair, although she did not give her a beautiful appearance, it gave her a talent for poetry that ordinary people can't match, and her reading and writing are top-notch. It is also catchy, and even the farmer can feel a kind of beauty from the poetry when he hears her poems.”

"However, it is precisely because of her ugliness that her poems have not been circulated, and the popularity is not high. Her talent is dazzling, but it is hard to resist the destruction of her bones. Others do not believe that such beautiful poems are from her."

Having said this, Yue Si deliberately paused for a while. Ning Caichen was fascinated by what he heard. Seeing that Yue Si did not continue to speak, he asked impatiently, "What happened later?"

"Later." Yuesila said in a long tone: "Then the woman thought of a way to attach a story to every poem she wrote. Although she wrote about her own affairs, she also wrote about herself. Half of it is hidden and half is hidden, and when people read her words, they will imagine a girl in her boudoir who loves to read, write and write poems. Because of her physical illness, she can only write poems to express her depression, but her father and brother do not want it. She reads and writes poems, thinking that is not what a woman should do, and wants to find a family to marry her out."

"With this story, the poems of the poetess spread among the readers. This group of readers likes to impose their own preferences on a person they have never met, and imagine an ugly woman as one of those readers. A weak and beautiful woman."

"I don't believe it." Ning Caichen listened and shook his head again and again: "Brother, you lied to me too many times. I'm afraid this is another story you made up."

Yue Si stretched out a finger and shook it: "Oh, you are wrong about this, although this is a story, it is not made up by me, I can't make it up so absolutely, I read it from someone else's book I got it, specially to satirize a sour and stinky scholar like you."

As soon as he heard this, Ning Caichen raised the tile oil lamp and started to fight, and he was about to walk out.

"What are you doing at night?" Yue Si asked when Ning Caichen went out angrily.

Ning Caichen stopped and said to Yue Si, "Only this matter, I don't believe it, Xiongtai, I will go looking for the sound of the piano, and see whether the woman who plays the piano is beautiful or ugly."

"What if the guy playing the piano is a man?" Yue Si was silent for a while, and then suddenly came this sentence, which choked Ning Caichen.

Yes, who stipulated that the person who played such a sad and desolate piano sound must be a woman?

Yue Si went on to say: "Also, don't forget, I told you that recently, you can't be close to women. If you get close, you will be unlucky, and everything will be inappropriate. You have to think clearly about this. "

Hearing Yue Si mentioning the matter of 'rebooting' again, Ning Caichen's attitude became very firm: "It's not appropriate if everything is inappropriate, this time, I will definitely make a difference with you."

"Nie Yuan! Nie Yuan! No, it's an injustice, an injustice!" Yue Si raised his head and sighed, "I told you to reboot, but I didn't expect that you never escaped from this encounter, the reason is still the same. on me."

"It's okay, okay, I'll go with you. In the evening, you can't lift your hands and shoulders. If something really happens, the cause and effect is all on me." Yue Si got out of the hammock and said He rummaged through his own box and cage: "Just throw away your broken oil lamp. I have lanterns and candles here."

Seeing that Yue Si was willing to follow him to meet the person who played the qin, he was overjoyed and suddenly said, "Brother, since you have candles here, why didn't you just ask me to borrow lamp oil from you just now? Take it out?"

"You didn't ask. If you don't say anything, who knows what you're going to do?" Yue Si lit the lantern and went out with Ning Caichen.

When Ning Caichen saw that Yue Si had nothing but a lantern in his hand, he became cautious again: "Brother, don't you bring your sword?"

"What are you doing with a sword? We are going to meet people, not to cut people. What if, as you said, the person playing the piano is a beautiful woman, and I carry a sword and go there. I'm still counting on and What happened to the other party, what should I do if I terrified them?"

Ning Caichen: "…"

In the pavilion by the lake, Nie Xiaoqian, dressed in white, played the piano alone under the lanterns and candles, and gently sang sad songs.

The world is difficult, being a man is not easy, and being a ghost is even more difficult.

Originally, it was miserable enough to die in a foreign country~www.mtlnovel.com~ Nie Xiaoqian found that she could not be reincarnated after her death. The most crucial ashes were controlled by the tree demon grandma and turned into a lonely ghost and driven by it. Let her seduce men with her beauty before her death, like a bait in a trap, to lure men into the bait.

There is a certain amount of blood in the human body. When the color heart is moved, the blood supply to the brain will be insufficient. At this time, the tree demon grandma will take the opportunity to enter, drain the person's essence, and turn it into a mummified corpse.

Although it wasn't her original wish, I don't know how many people died because of Nie Xiaoqian. Who made her look good? There are only a handful of female ghosts under the tree demon's grandma who can match her in appearance. .

And Nie Xiaoqian was the home of officials before her death. She learned the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which added a good temperament. It was more suitable as a bait.

Thinking of those female ghost sisters, Nie Xiaoqian added another sorrow and a sigh...

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