Who is not a monk

"..."

"Do you want to marry?"

"So you are?"

"What?"

"you."

"What am I?"

"Brave in righteousness, the sword master's closed disciple, the one you want to marry."

"How do you know it?"

"Guess."

"Ah, you are really annoying!!"

Zhang Yogurt, who failed to pretend, hooked up her toes, and almost wanted to go back to the room to hide, and felt that this roommate was like her nemesis.

Now what to say to cover up the embarrassment?

"that……"

Zhang Yogurt rubbed his hands together, and said in a deep voice, "Okay! There is nothing wrong with admitting it. I am the one who is brave enough to do what is right. I am the last closed disciple of the current sword master. If you encounter any troubles in the future, you will be bullied." Now, you can find me...now you can start worshiping me."

"Sick sentence."

"What?"

"You said a sick sentence."

"What sick sentence?"

"Closed disciple means the last direct disciple, the last closed disciple, repeated." Ning Qing said to her flatly.

"..." Zhang Yogurt was silent for a moment, "My master closed the door twice! Can't it?"

"Ah."

Ning Qing stood up holding Taozi, not wanting to talk to her anymore, but just two steps away, she held Taozi and faced Zhang Yogurt again: "This is my roommate, we will get along with her for many, many years in the future. Say hello to her."

"Meow!"

Taozi made a move to Zhang Yogurt.

Zhang Yogurt felt that the cat was quite smart, so she laughed again, but suddenly she was a little confused: "Didn't it greet me just now?"

"I just scolded you."

Ning Qing turned around and entered the room while speaking.

It was still snowing heavily outside, she was sitting in front of the desk, but she turned the chair to the balcony, through the balcony door, stared at the snow for a long time in a daze—compared to now, she still prefers last night, she and Chen Shu and Xiaoxiao A small stove was burned in the living room, and tea was boiled on the stove, and sat until late.

"Dong dong dong..."

Zhang Yogurt knocked on her door again, and she could imagine the man outside the door pressing his face against the door:

"Ning Qing, when the snow stops, let's go out and make a snowman? Have you ever made a snowman?"

"not interested."

"Why are you not interested in anything?"

"I'm going to read a book."

"It's boring."

The sound of footsteps outside the door returned to the middle of the living room, and then the sound of the whole person jumping up and falling on the sofa cushion.

Ning Qing closed her eyes slightly, and the corresponding picture could emerge in her mind, which was also one of the results of her meditation. Then she opened her eyes, and took a book that she read frequently from the shelf. The title of the book was called :

"The Holy Patriarch May Be a Traveler"

You can tell its content from the title of the book.

There are many speculations like this, not only the ancestors, but many people who are more powerful in history, many people say that they are time travelers.

But this book is more interesting than others.

Not only is its argument more sufficient and its writing style is better, but also because it discusses the possibility of "traveling" rigorously, involving soul and space science, and the author of this book is Mr. of a student.

Students of the School of Astronomy and Cosmos love to read this book.

Ning Qing has already read half of it.

The snow stopped in the afternoon.

Go to class.

Perhaps it was because there was no one to accompany her, and Zhang Yogurt did not go out to make snowmen alone. Ning Qing walked through the dormitory area with her. There were many snowmen piled up below, and many girls were making snowmen in pairs. Zhang Yogurt clearly showed envy on her face. color.Ning Qing felt that she was quite pitiful, and decided to play with her if he had time when he came back at night, just to bring Taozi to familiarize himself with the environment.

Because of the different classrooms, the two soon separated.

On the road, Ning Qing met Mr. Ou Gong again. He walked in front of her, walking very slowly, admiring the snow scenery from side to side while walking.

From the beginning of August to the end of October now, for nearly three months, none of the teachers asked her to get up to answer questions, but some teachers would cast a look at her from time to time, some wanted to know her practice progress, some were other concerns.

For example, Mr. Eurogong.

The old man is always worried that she made up this matter because she is introverted, indifferent, and resistant to communicating with others. He is worried but dare not ask. He wants to help her change but is afraid of affecting her. Who said that a high-level practitioner What if you don't have a mortal heart?

Ning Qing was silent for a while, quickened her pace slightly, and quickly caught up with the old man.

She greeted the old gentleman calmly:

"Hello teacher."

"Hello……"

The old man turned his head and saw her, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Student Ning Qing, right? Have you finished your closed-mouth meditation?"

"It's fixed."

"Then can I ask you to come out and exchange questions in class?"

"can."

"Let's go." The old man asked as he walked, "Is the practice of closed mantra going well?"

"It's a little rougher than I thought."

"Have you gained anything?"

"It's huge."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

The old man was very happy for her in his heart. He was not only happy that she was not a closed-off person, but also happy with her harvest and growth, and also happy that she trusted him and helped her. In short, it was very good.

All in all very good.

Chapter 71 Talented Meng Chunqiu

Chen Shu stood at the door of the dormitory, took off his coat, and shook the snow all over the ground.

Put on your coat and swipe your card to enter the door.

The room wasn't warm, but it wasn't that cold. He quickly closed the door, sat at the door and changed his slippers. As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw Meng Chunqiu wearing a pure white fur cape, standing on the balcony facing Feng Xue, with his head slightly raised, groaned silently, as if an ancient poem would come out of his mouth in the next second.

"Brother Meng."

Chen Shu threw the durian in his hand on the tea table, and shouted to the outside, "Are you thinking about poetry again?"

"Ok?"

Meng Chunqiu suddenly turned around: "Brother Chen, where have you been these few days?"

"Going to play."

"I haven't seen you back to the dormitory for a few days."

"A younger sister came to Yujing to take the exam, and I took her to play for two days."

"So that's how it is." Meng Chunqiu was still standing on the balcony, now with his back facing the wind and snow, and facing Chen Shu, "This year's snow is rare."

"Why is it rare?"

"Earlier than in previous years, bigger than in previous years." Meng Chunqiu said to him, "Brother Chen, come to the balcony and look down from here, and you can see the beauty of the garden. It's just a different angle from when you were below, but it's completely different. .”

Chen Shu walked to the balcony, stood side by side with him and looked down, it was as beautiful as a freehand painting of wind and snow: "What kind of cold air is going south this year..."

"Yeah, thanks to it, there is such a beautiful snow scene."

"It's beautiful, it's just cold." Chen Shu glanced at Meng Chunqiu, "Brother Meng, you should practice more when you have time, not to mention anything else, it's also good to keep fit, look at you, you're frozen like this standing outside , unlike me, I was buried in the snow in the morning and I was fine."

"It's okay, it's always cold when it snows." Meng Chunqiu didn't seem to care, and looked at the scenery below with him, "Brother Chen, look at this snow, do you have poems on your lips?"

"No."

"Didn't you think of a famous line from an ancient poet?"

"I'm a layman."

"Brother Chen, you don't need to be too modest. I've seen that although you are not as talented as me, nor as ambitious as I am, but you are not as vulgar as they are." Meng Chunqiu tightened his cloak, his hands were red from the cold, his lips It's also freezing, but I still don't want to go back, "When I see this snow, a good sentence comes to my mind."

"That's what you say, I'll listen."

"Oh, it's a pity that I don't think I have done the eternal masterpiece like the ancients. I don't want to read mediocre poems, but I don't want to read other people's poems."

"Brother Meng is full of pride." Chen Shu twitched the corners of his mouth, "I remembered some poems I saw on the Internet before, but none of them were complete."

"Oh? Read it."

"It should be the celestial beings who got drunk and smashed the white clouds."

"emmm... this poem is so chic, is it talking about the origin of snow?"

"Yeah, I don't know either."

"Is there a source?"

"No, I forgot all about it, I just remember that the person who posted the post seems to be called Li Bai."

"I'll go back and search."

"Most likely I can't find it. I saw it on a small website many years ago, but now I can't find it on the website."

"Brother Chen, you also like poetry..." Meng Chunqiu looked at Chen Shu with some resentment, "You still lied to me that you are not interested, if you are really not interested, how can you remember a poem you saw casually many years ago? "

"I liked it when I was a child."

"What's the name of that website?"

"Baidu."

"I haven't heard of it."

"Just say you can't find it."

"That would be such a pity, alas, this era is too flashy, people with poetic talents are buried." Meng Chunqiu shook his head, "Is there any more?"

"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom."

"This poem is also unique. If it was born in ancient times, I'm afraid it will become a good sentence through the ages." Thinking about it, Meng Chunqiu sighed again, "It's a pity that no matter how talented I am in this era, I will never be able to serve future generations Knowing that, it's frustrating."

"..."

Chen Shu glanced at him lightly——

Wake up!You have no talent!

Meng Chunqiu seemed to sense his gaze, and looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Chen, what do you want to say?"

"I want to join you."

Chen Shu said casually, and then added: "Brother Meng, you want to be famous forever."

"Who wouldn't want to?"

"I don't want to."

"Then what is Brother Chen thinking?"

"Live this life well, do what you want to do, be calm in your heart, have no regrets or owes, and don't leave a bad smell forever."