373 Meeting Teacher and the Poor Guys Who Have No Status (1/2)
Chapter 373: Meeting Teacher and the Poor Guys Who Have No Status
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Ning Que was startled as he looked at Tang Xiaotang who stood in the thicket. He sighed and asked, ”Are you a ghost? Why do you follow me wherever I go? It's useless no matter how fast I run.”
Tang Xiaotang had not even had time to react to his mean tone when the snow-white puppy rushed out from behind her and growled at Ning Que, displaying his sharp teeth. However, it still remembered how it had been tortured by Ning Que on the mountain path in the Wilderness, and only dared to growl at him from beside its owner. It did not dare to go near Ning Que at all.
”You run really fast. I almost thought that you were one of us from the Enlightenment Doctrine.” Tang Xiaotang said, ”But you will never be as fast as me.”
Ning Que said helplessly, ”My dear miss, why are you following me around?”
Tang Xiaotang said, ”My brother told me to enter the Academy and become a student of the Headmaster.”
Ning Que stood still for a moment before he could ascertain that he did not hear wrongly. He had the urge to torch down the winter grass by the path before him. He said, ”You and your brother are indeed both mad. You want to become a student of the Headmaster? Do you not know that he is the true leader of the Central Plains?... Alright, since he doesn't appear often, he is at least a spiritual leader. Even if he did not get rid of you through some powerful means when he sees that you are from the Devil's Doctrine, would he accept you as a disciple?”
Tang Xiaotang said confusedly, ”My brother said that the Academy does not discriminate.”
Ning Que said, ”Anyway, my advice is for you to give up. I cannot take you to the back of the mountain of the Academy. Furthermore, I am the most favored Youngest Brother now. Why would I want a junior sister?”
With that, he turned around and walked down the slope towards the Academy. However, Tang Xiaotang and the Little White Dog followed him no matter how fast he walked.
Tang Xiaotang laughed as she said behind him, ”If the Headmaster knew that you were so shameless, he might not like you. He might even kick you out. Wouldn't it be just nice for me to take up your spot?”
Ning Que thought to himself that he was willing to do anything in this life. He was used to sucking up to people. He thought of the generals in the City of Wei, and Master Yan Se. He had even managed to make Eldest Brother happy, how would the Headmaster of the Academy be able to escape from his grasp?
”Can we still, can we still meet? I have prayed before Buddha for a thousand years...”
At this moment, a song suddenly sounded from under the sloped stone path. The singer's voice was not wonderful. It wasn't hoarse, but had an odd whimsical feel to it. The lyrics, coupled with an out-of-tune melody made it sound like someone speaking, making it even more ludicrous and funny.
Tang Xiaotang turned around to look at it curiously.
The melody was foreign to Ning Que, but he seemed to have heard the lyrics somewhere. He suddenly grew alert, ”How would anyone else other than himself know of this song?”
Looking down the stone trail, he saw a tall old man wearing a dark-colored fox coat. He walked up a slope with a painted meal box in his hand. Was it not the man on the balcony of the Building of Pines and Cranes last night?
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Ning Que's head hurt as he looked at the old man. He thought of the wooden rod that had hit him, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips. He prepared to stop the man and give him a good beating.
As the saying goes, ”Getting revenge means using your fists to return the beating the rod gave.” This was what it meant.
Ning Que knew that he was a good fighter even when drunk. The old man was not an ordinary rich man from Chang'an, as he was able to knock him unconscious with his rod. He naturally grew alert, and the Great Spirit in his body swirled. His hands grasped at empty air, as if he was holding a knife. He was ready for battle within seconds.
Suddenly, he noticed from the side of his eyes that the little white dog had hidden behind Tang Xiaotang's boots. Its ears were prickled upright, and it was making little noises of fear. His heart flipped slightly.
He knew that the little white dog was not really a dog but a snow wolf from the Wilderness. Even though the little wolf was afraid of him, it had never shown any signs of submission. Why would it behave like so now? Could it be that the old man had made it feel fearful subconsciously?
Ning Que had many dangerous encounters as he killed on the Min Mountain in the grassland. His reaction time was trained to be so fast that it was beyond that of an ordinary person. This little detail was like a spark landing on a pile of dry grass, and it burst into flames in his mind as he thought of a certain possibility.
This was the Academy.
The tall old man wearing fox fur was very strong.
As he thought of the possibility, Ning Que's heart began to beat furiously before turning cold. He then began to tremble due to the shock.
At the most crucial moment, he perfectly displayed his ability to control his emotions and body.
He looked at the old man walking up the stairs and did not reveal any other emotions on his face. The cold smile that had been on his lips blossomed like a flower, as if it had been met by the brilliant sun rays. The Great Spirit in him melted away into nothingness like snow in spring. His hands that had been grasping at a hilt rose before his chest in a fist. He bowed slightly and said warmly, ”I never thought that I would meet this Sir again.”
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The Headmaster walked up the slope with a meal box.
He looked at Ning Que in front of him interestedly but did not say anything.
Ning Que looked at the Headmaster calmly. One could not see anything different about his expression or his posture. Only he knew that his body that had been suppressed was fighting an intense battle with his strong will where the Headmaster was not looking.
Beads of sweat appeared on his back, soaking through the back of his shirt.