Chapter 37: Harvard

Chapter 37 Dish Harvard
"But what nightmare did you have?" Ruan Siqiong quietly sat down beside the bed.
"... No, just remembering a very sad story." Qing Qiao struggling to support his body, feeling quite dizzy. "Uncle, I suddenly feel a lot of pain in the back, but the reason why Yungong heals the injury?"
Ruan Siqiong smiled lightly: "No need to panic, I did transmit to you the Sun Power through my back."
"Zhiyang? Why? Doesn't the flame cut need the extremely soft martial arts like Jiuyin Shinkyo to resolve it?" Qing Qiao stared with surprise, wondering if he had encountered a barefoot doctor today?
"Jiuyin Zhenjing?" Ruan Siqiong raised an eyebrow slightly. "I have never heard of such martial arts."
"--But you don't need to worry." He turned sharply, confident, "Although the name of the blaze is masculine, it is an indomitable martial arts skill. If the middle mover does not have the strength of the sun, the cold in the body will be resolved in time. In the end, the seven tricks will bleed into a pool of rotten water. "Finally, the conclusion is summarized," I am absolutely right for you to use Prajna Gong. "
Qing Qiao nodded. Since life and death are determined by the author, it currently seems that the storyline is still long, and it is estimated that the uncle would not lie to her.
Looking around, I noticed that there was a brass bird cage hanging on the bedside, with two fat and luxurious parrots standing inside.
A snow-white and a verdant green, with sharp eyes.
"... This is not my room." She calmly stated the facts. "My bed doesn't have these blue cloth curtains, and I can't afford such a delicate bird."
Ruan raised his corner of his mouth: "This is my room. I brought you. As for these birds-they are my pets."
"Your pet?" Qing Qiao automatically ignored the first half of the sentence which may have no meaning. His lips were open to make an O shape. "Uncle Ruan, shouldn't you, a talented person like you, take care of the eagle, leopard, tiger, and viper?"
Ruan looked like a cloud, but immediately understood what she meant.
"If you have the confidence, you don't need to bluff." He reached out and teased the two parrots gently, with a quiet smile on his face. "It doesn't matter which pet you care about, it's the owner of the pet that matters."
"Believe it or not, I used to like ants?" He turned his face to the side with extremely beautiful lines. "The head thought I was too weird, so I sent a pair of parrots."
"It looks pretty long." He raised his chin quietly. "I just don't know what else?"
His eyes fluttered a little, Qing Qiao's hair was swollen, and he hurriedly shifted the topic: "I wonder if these two parrots have names?"
"Bai'an is called Mana." Ruan Siqiong smiled back. "It's the name of the first person I am cutting myself."
The cold air spread on the back of the spine, and the smile on Qing Qiao's face suddenly became a little stiff: "Original and original uncle remember?"
Alas, I think that Uncle Ruan should also be a handsome young man with a jade face. For the first time, he must engraved his heart.
"I don't remember." Ruan Siqiong shook his head seriously. "I only remember his name. I have forgotten the details so long."
"The one that is green has no name." His eyebrows were always faint, as if talking about a trivial matter, "I wanted to use the name of the person who died last in my sword, but never Know, who is the last. "
The curtains moved slightly in the room, and the aroma of the cold wind was fragrant.
Qing Qiao looked at him blankly, and even though there were thousands of words in his heart, he dared not say them.
"Maybe you give a suggestion, what's the name of this green one?" Ruan Siqiong looked at her stupidness and couldn't help but, "I heard that there was a disciple named" Joe "in Li Santang, and he was blocked by the masters because of good word breaking As a guest, I want to come to you. "
Uh, well, there are other hidden feelings.
Qing Qiao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and shouted: "Since one is called Mana, I think the other is called Dona, so that it will be able to shake the rivers and lakes in future."
Ruan Siqiong fainted again, but without questioning, just said with a smile: "It can be considered."
Out of Ruan Siqiong's room, sisters three and seven were already at the door.
"Sister Shi, I envy you that you can have such close contact with Uncle Ruan." There are two red glows flying on the cheek of Sister Seven. "If you can make him heal me, I will be willing to be chopped a thousand times."
A thousand times? I'm afraid that at that time, you have become ashes, and ten Ruan Siqiang can't be saved. Alas, blind worship is terrible.
The three teachers also nodded and patted her shoulders, saying: "Prana Gong is the Buddhist mentality, specializing in Yang Neili, and there are no more than ten people in this world. Only the head of the Xiling School and Uncle Ruan get the true biography. You are really lucky this time. "
Qing Qiao quickly nodded, a grateful smile appeared on his face.
"Uncle Ruan has ordered it. He will heal you when he returns to practice at the next hour." Sister Three said, "Little sister, you won't be able to sleep anymore in the future. You have to get up to bathe and wash in time, and go to Uncle's room in advance. Waiting there. "
How to listen to this awkward, Qing Qiao silent, silently mourning the honeymoon period between himself and Zhou Gong, but it is about to shorten.
"By the way, the full abbot of the quiet temple heard that you were injured, and came to see you specially." The third teacher saw her suddenly lowered, and comforted her. "The master is really compassionate."
Somehow, the air pressure around them suddenly dropped.
Xiling, from a small courtyard in the three halls.
Master Manman brought his skinny, dark old face, and the body known as the "fairy wind bone" by everyone.
"Why didn't the girl stay on the mountain? Now it offends Yaowang Guren, which is really a trouble in the flat land."
Seeing Qing Qiao's pale lips and purple, the master shook his head and sighed.
Alas, I don't want to, the key is everything the author arranged. She remembered the nightmare that passed through the Grand Theater last night, and smiled helplessly.
Seeing no one around, he suddenly whispered: "The girl still has to be careful, or the old lady will have a hard time telling the adult ..."
Qing Qiao was agitated and immediately straightened his face full-faced: "Please master to return to Master, Gan Xiao Qiao will not humiliate."
With a long, full breath, Fang said, "I brought some good herbs, and the girl is fine, so I might as well boil and drink."
Qing Qiao nodded his thanks.
"By the way, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of this temple is about to be built now, and I hope the girl will give her the word."
Putting down the teacup full of hands, finally began to talk about the key points.
--Again!
Qing Qiao supported his head with his hands, blocking his pain: "Master, I have already written a lot of words for you, why do you want to give words to the temple now?"
"The girl has a special identity, and a little more words can help me quietly for thousands of years in the temple." His face was full and solemn.
"... The master said so much." Qing Qiao sighed and decided to surrender his weapon. "Since it is a temple sutra hall, there are four words that are more appropriate-'Harvard College', let the master use it."
"What is 'Harvard'?" Full of surprise.
"'Harvard' just likes Buddha very much, likes it very much, it's like extreme." Qing Qiao explained patiently.
Fully satisfied with this explanation, I took the word and happily left.
"Master is slow!" Qing Qiao called him behind, "I wonder if Xiao Qiao was lucky enough to step into the Tibetan sutra?"
"Naturally." Manman settled down without turning his head. "The Scripture Pavilion is a place of great importance to Buddhas, and no one can enter unless he is a Taoist monk."
Qing Qiao was instantly discouraged.
He walked two steps forward, suddenly suddenly indifferently: "Oh, there are few people in the place when it is ugly, and it is neglected."
Qing Qiao heard his eyes beaming, and arched his hand toward his full back: "Thank you Master!"
A few days later, when there was an ugly, a thin black shadow appeared in the quiet temple.
"Ha ... Buddha ... Shu ... Yuan ..."
The dark shadow looked at the plaques on the door one by one with the faint moonlight, and there was a word in his mouth.
Finally found it, could not help but take a long breath, but fortunately the bald donkey moved fast, and it only took three days to ask people to hang the golden plaque.
Take the tool to open the wooden bolt on the window lattice, Hei Ying tiptoed into the room, and then turned back to cover the window.
It's natural to be cautious if you can't steal a chicken for a long time.
I wanted to steal a dish ticket at home to change the sugar, but because my drawer was not locked, my parents eventually found out, alas, that meal was a good fight, and I really looked back.
After entering the loft, I looked at the collection of the full house Qi Zenith. It is really a Hogwarts library style.
"Xiling faction ... Xiling faction ..." I searched along the bookshelf. Any books about the word "Xiling" were ignored.
It's been more than a month since she went up the mountain, and she inquired a few times secretly. She didn't want to hear the Aoki humanoid sword. Anxious and afraid to say anything, I just hope that I can pick something out in the Tibetan scripture hall of the quiet temple, after all, the two factions have always been good.
After searching for half an hour, I finally found a whole row of books beginning with "Xiling". I was overjoyed, so I started to scroll down.
"The Source of Xiling School": This book lists eighteen possible sources of the name of Xiling School. Some emperors of the former dynasty hand-in-hand said that there was a son-in-law's dream. The possibility is that because the mountain where it was created was called Xiling Mountain, this faction was named Xiling faction, Orz.
-"Xiling Ling customs": This book details some of the strange customs of the Xiling faction, such as male disciples wearing socks to wash their feet on the fifth day of the first month of the month, and female disciples filling plum branches with buns every year Wait. The most incredible thing is that the head of the faction cannot eat cucumber every first day? !!
-"Memoirs of the Head of Xiling School": The heads of the past, the business affairs, the private affairs, the major affairs and the small things are all inside. After reading this book, Gu Qingqiao's biggest gain was that the black mole on the back of the original head Zhang Sifeng had grown hair!
I turned and turned, turned and turned, and actually came up with a "Xiling Pai recipes", which describes in detail which animals and plants survive on the Xiling Mountains, what is the best cooking method, where can I find the seasonings and herbs ... ...
At the end, Gu Qingqiao was dizzy and almost desperate.
The incense she had brought was burned out. Seeing that the ugly time had passed, she decided to give up temporarily and return to tomorrow.
People are alive, can bend and stretch, but rely on a little hope.
Putting back the book, she pushed out the window case and jumped out, then closed the sash again, and she finally exhaled.
Although the harvest today is small, at least I know the secrets of Sifeng's head and barely a good start.
Clap your hands and be ready to leave.
As soon as he looked up, his footsteps suddenly stuck to the floor.
"I wait for you outside the door of the Scripture Pavilion every night, and now I am waiting."
What a passionate sentence spit out from the wonderful mouth of the opposite person, but made Xiao Qiao shudder all over.
"You didn't let me down."
Ruan Siqiong stood at the end of the corridor and spread out her hand.
On the branch behind him, a brass birdcage hung, and Manadona stood silently watching her.
The eyes were so bright, gloomy, and long. 2k novel reading network