Dinner, evening classes!
Zhu Ping'an feels a little uncomfortable. The big flower is gone, and the second flower is leaving too. The well-raised cabbage...
The sensible ones have become sensible, while the ignorant ones are still being punished...
One by one, everyone attended classes and left their homework behind. It was already getting late. Zhu Ping An stood at the top of the mountain and looked up at the universe.
Erhua came lightly and asked proactively: "Senior brother, would you like to play a game?"
Zhu Ping'an enjoyed a moment of leisure and turned around: "Okay!"
In the side room, the sound of sleeping people snoring one after another, in the main hall, hot tea and incense are burning, black and white alternate...
"You learn quickly..." Zhu Ping'an didn't know whether he was pleased or melancholy.
"It's my senior brother who taught me well. Those chess records are too old. Many of these formulas are just a waste of moves. I don't know how people outside learn chess. If they all learn these old methods, it will be really bad." Extremely pedantic..."
Zhu Ping'an shook his head: "Don't underestimate these formulas. They are all wisdom summed up by people over thousands of years. These wisdoms are great. Only with those formulas can there be a way to play chess, and it is also the way to get started... If you go to Luojia Academy, you must not look down upon the people of this world!"
"Yes, I remember it!" Erhua nodded and listened.
Zhu Pingan suddenly had an idea: "I thought of a way to take you to the palace..."
Erhua chuckled: "Senior brother, I actually thought of it..."
"Haha..." Zhu Ping'an understood. When he was cooking just now, he was still thinking about how to deal with this troublesome matter. He was also thinking about whether to find Qingwei Lao Dao or Wei Qingshan. These two old guys came to recommend him. Xin, it shouldn't be difficult to enter Luojia Academy.
Unexpectedly, Erhua had already thought of a way, and deliberately refused to tell the truth, but changed her ways to remind Zhu Ping'an.
"Then let's do it tomorrow. Go and come back quickly. Old man Qingwei will have to be protected for ten days and a half..."
Wish you peace is not to be impatient, but to be thoughtful. Old man Qingwei's matter will last for ten days and a half at most. Zhu Ping'an won't be able to leave easily by then, and if he wants to send Erhua away, he doesn't know how long he will have to wait.
"Senior brother, are you so anxious? I..." Erhua is not as good as Dahua and will not shed tears easily, but her reluctance is still written on her face.
"Senior brother, I have something important to do. If I don't go now, I don't know when."
"Oh... then I'll go say goodbye to Master..." Erhua had already stood up, without those delicate and pretentious gestures.
"Don't worry, this game of chess is over!" Zhu Ping'an raised his hand and pressed it, picked up the tea at the right temperature and took a sip, frowning, racking his brains...
The two flowers in this game can already make Zhu Ping'an very difficult.
It's late at night...
The chess pieces fall into the chess box one by one!
Erhua went to say goodbye. The cliff was half empty, so she flew in and bowed.
Ning Jiushao sat dignified and withered, opening his eyes slightly, and without saying anything else, he just said: "You can just go on your own..."
On this small hilltop, even if Ning Jiushao was in the cave, as long as she thought about it, how could she not hear any sound?
"Disciple will return in a few years... I hope master will take care of you!" Erhua might want to hear a few words from her master.
But Ning Jiushao didn't have those words: "You have gone on to your own life, and it doesn't matter whether you return or not. Saving you in the past was just a small effort, so don't worry too much about it. The relationship between my master and disciple is far-fetched, and there is no need to think about it too much." ...just go there.”
Erhua was speechless, she could only bow again, raised her head to look at this indifferent master, and slowly exited the cave.
As soon as Erhua left, a white shadow appeared in the cave and complained: "The eleven-year-old girl is just the time to be pampered. Why should Master be so ruthless?"
"What I said is all true. I didn't want to accept them as my disciples. You asked them to kneel down and worship the Master. I don't need them to repay the favor of saving their lives. They all have their own lives and go their own way..."
As he spoke, Ning Jiushao got up and walked to the stone table, as if he was used to it. Whenever he came to wish peace, he should go and pour a cup of tea.
Zhu Ping'an took a deep breath, feeling troubled. Naturally, he knew that his master was not such a cold-hearted person.
If she was really so cold-hearted, how could Zhu Ping An have been able to stay by her side for more than ten years?
If Ning Jiushao was so cold-hearted, why would he listen to all the goings-on in the courtyard at the top of the mountain? Ning Jiushao knew exactly who said what and who did what.
If she was really so cold-hearted, how could she not feel the imperceptible smile on her face every time Zhu Pingan came to see her?
If he is really so cold-hearted, what does the tea that Ning Jiushao habitually hands over mean nothing? Is there any reason for a master to pour tea to his disciple?
Not to mention Ning Jiushao's careful teaching and care for Zhu Ping'an for more than ten years, as well as his many tolerances...
In fact, there is only one reason...
Master Ning Jiushao does not want to have too many emotional entanglements with anyone, and does not want to have anyone close to him.
Because the people close to her never end well, they all have to die!
Even she herself doesn't know when she will die.
As Ning Jiushao wished, it was best for the people around him to go their separate ways and not have to come back.
Maybe, besides wishing you peace...
I wish you peace and it is best to "each has his own destiny and goes his own way".
but……
In fact, I have also rushed to wish Ping An, wishing Ping An alive or dead!
Later, it seemed that I was reluctant to let go...
It seems that everything is entangled.
I want to... but don't want to... I don't want to... but want to...
People can't be truly heartless after all!
Zhu Ping'an is very clear about this kind of entanglement, and he also wants Ning Jiushao to change. People live like days, and days are like people live. How can we not live such a life?
Wish you peace and drink tea, sit down on the stone bench, and look at Master Ning Jiushao sitting aside...
Ning Jiushao wanted to talk to him, but Ning Jiushao never took the initiative to speak.
"I will never leave in this life! Life and death are just like this..." Zhu Ping'an's words seemed a bit inexplicable.
"Well..." This nasal sound is not weak, but helpless.
"Master, you can't leave either, you have a blood feud..." Zhu Pingan said helplessly.
Zhu Pingan taunted Wei Qingshan countless times, or joked... that he wanted to take Ning Jiushao away...
But Zhu Ping'an knew better that a person really had such a blood feud. Watching his parents and brothers die in front of his eyes was a kind of despair. Ning Jiushao had been waiting for a certain moment, the moment of life and death!
Maybe it's not necessarily to kill the enemy by hand, maybe it's just to die.
Living has no meaning.
"Hmm..." This voice sounded fearless and without desires.
Zhu Ping'an wanted to bring some meaning to Ning Jiushao's life, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it.
"If one day, master dies, there will be a body collector..." Zhu Ping'an's words today were incomprehensible.
"There's no need to collect the bodies...it's just an ending..." Ning Jiushao was slightly moved, but seemed to be trying to persuade him.
Zhu Ping'an raised his head, and a ray of moonlight shone in from the entrance of the cave, falling on one side of Ning Jiushao's cheek. The hair on the white cheek was slightly fine, and the eyelashes were trembling slightly...
The eyes slowly turned around, and they looked at each other for a moment. The bun was not high, and there were black hair hanging down on both sides, falling over the shoulders, falling over the chest, and resting on the forearms...
The green hair moved, and she left with her eyes. There was a moment of sadness, and there were words: "Peace, if I die, don't be sad... You often say that you like those sect fairies and want to marry a wife and have children. You should live a good life." With wives, concubines, and children... You also said that you want to live a good life and enjoy the blessings of the world... Marry more wives and concubines, and have more children... In this way, you can probably forget the sad things..."
"Okay!" Zhu Pingan nodded.
Ning Jiushao stood up slowly, walked to the stone platform, and sat on it. He did not close his eyes, but looked at the moonlight at the entrance of the cave, with a hint of determination on his face.
