In this conversation between Chen Pippi and Pa La, Ning Que heard two key points.

  First, he said that the teacher still didn't know where to die from playing dead. Second, he said that the second senior brother was tyrannical and overbearing, and all the other senior brothers and sisters dared not speak out in anger, then he saw Chen Pippi holding the big senior brother like a treasure in his arms, with an expectant and ecstatic expression on his chubby face, but without any sign of respect or reserve.

  Here is the translation:

  Firstly, neither Master nor Big Brother pay much attention to things in the back mountain of the academy, and they don't care about others' expressions either. That's why Chen Pipi can speak freely and act without any reserve. The one who is truly formidable or worthy of respect is still that Second Brother who remains silent with a poker face.

  Secondly, Chen Pipi is indeed an expert at telling lies.

  Chen Pi didn't know that Ning Que was talking to himself, so he wiped the snot and tears from his face, then hugged Ning Que tightly and patted him heavily a few times, saying: "Little brother, you've had a hard time... Ah, this girl is really beautiful."

  Ning Que roughly pushed him away, turned his head to look at Mo Shan Shan, and couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed. He thought to himself that there was no reason for someone to compliment another person's beauty on their first meeting, this guy had really lost face for the entire back mountain of the Academy.

  Chen Pippi is not really a lecher, he even has a weaker understanding of the true nature of men and women than Ning Que, otherwise he wouldn't have been treated so miserably by Ye Hongyu back then, and in his first letter to Ning Que, he would not have appeared to be so bitter and resentful towards women, so he just really thinks Mo Shanshan looks good, without any other thoughts.

  "This young lady is Mo Shanshan from the Great River Nation, a closed-door disciple of the Saintly Emperor's literary arts."

  Chen Pi's eyes widened slightly as he stared at him in disbelief and asked: "You're Book Crazy?"

  Through the conversation between the Shifus and brothers of the book institute, Mo Shan had already confirmed that this person was indeed the legendary youngest strong man in the world who knew his fate, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, nodding at him.

  Chen Pi took a deep breath, and said with emotion: "No wonder you're so good-looking. But since you and that woman are known as the Three Fools of the world, I'd better not mess with you. Hmm, it seems like you look down on me? Do you know that this genius is a genius among geniuses, a genius who has reached the extreme?"

  Ning Que explained helplessly from the side: "Shan Shan's eyes aren't very good, don't misunderstand."

  Chen's face turned pale and he stared blankly ahead, while the scoundrel said: "Anyway, I don't like anyone who is close to Daoist Chi."

  He lazily spared him a glance and asked, "What are you doing here?"

  Chen Pi said: "Go ask Sang Sang yourself."

  The master brother finished his inspection of the old pen shed at this time, looking at them slowly and said: "Isn't little brother coming to invite us for dinner? When does it start? I'm a bit hungry."

  Just returned to Chang'an City, Ning Que invited his senior brother and Sang Sang to visit him at the old pen house, as he really wanted to thank them for their care along the way and let them touch and enter his real life.

  It seems that life is very simple and ordinary, but in fact, many words spoken today in the old pen room are not simple. The great master and Chen Pippi have both revealed some information in a subtle and obscure way, but they don't know each other's persistence and judgment, let alone him and those two little girls?

  It was probably because of this that the first formal dinner party at Lao Bi Zhai ended without a hitch, and Sangsang lingered in the backyard for a long time, and the tea had not even been served yet when the three senior brothers took their leave.

  The residence of the girls from Daheguo Mochi Garden was arranged in the Libu Guest House, and Mosan Mountain was about to go there to meet with his fellow disciples. In Chen Pippi's words, Master is still fooling around outside, so Eldest Brother naturally had to return to the Academy's back mountain to handle matters within the academy. Chen Pippi also left with Eldest Brother, and after the door of the shop creaked softly shut, the old pen room once again became a world with only Ning Que and Sangsang in it, quiet and peaceful.

  Sang Sang steamed a pot of rice, cooked a pot of pickled radish and sour bamboo shoots with salted meat, and stir-fried a plate of home-style green vegetables, which was the first meal she had after returning to Chang'an City.

  The charcoal brazier was burning in the shop, it was very warm. Ning took off his outerwear and sat at the table eating quietly. Sang sat on the other side of the table eating quietly, occasionally refilling his bowl with rice and soup. No one spoke.

  At that time, after picking up Sangsang from the pile of corpses on the roadside, Ning Que spent more than half a year in the wilderness. This was the longest separation between the two, and no matter how long they were apart, they would never feel strange to each other. However, Ning Que always felt a little uncomfortable, especially when he looked at Sangsang's gradually growing eyebrows and eyes, and found that this girl had grown up clearly for a while.

  After dinner, Sangsang didn't wash the dishes, but instead started telling him stories.

  "That day, the old man wore a dirty jacket into the shop and said that he had a predestined relationship with me and wanted to take me as his apprentice. At that time, I thought that since he was already so old, he wouldn't be able to eat much food, so I took him in."

  The story was a bit long, and Sang Sang's language was concise enough, and he talked for a very long time. In this process, Ning Que remained silent all the time, without asking any questions or even taking a sip of tea from the cup beside him.

  The story finally reached the last part. Sangsang took him to the sky well, pointing at the two jars under the wall and said: "Sleeping in the new jar is my teacher, sleeping in the old jar is your teacher."

  Then she walked into the bedroom, rummaged through the bed for half a day, and took out two things from some secret place. She handed one of them to him and said: "This was left by Master Yan Se, it seems very important, many people are looking for it."

  She raised the seemingly ordinary waist card in her hand and said, "This is what my teacher left me. In his words, this is the waist card of the Bright God Temple of Xiling Divine Palace. If I want to sit on the throne in the future, I need to wear this card around my waist."

  Ning Que looked at the waist token and thought of the two bloody cases many years ago, slightly furrowing his brow, feeling a bit disgusted.

  Sang Sang looked at him silently for a moment before saying, "The blood case of the Xuanwei General's mansion should have been planned by Teacher. He said it was because he had seen someone born with knowledge in the general's mansion before, Young Master, that person is you?"

  Ning nodded slightly, from a young age to adulthood, he had never mentioned the deep-seated blood feud on his body to Sangsang, because he felt that these things were unrelated to her and it was unnecessary to make her become indifferent like him. However, he also didn't deliberately hide anything from her, after so many years had passed, some things that should be known were naturally already known.

  Sang Sang looked into his eyes and said seriously: "The Black Night Shadow that the teacher is looking for is actually the legendary son of the King of Hell. If he's looking for you, then aren't you the son of the King of Hell?"

  Although Ning Que came from another world and his life was indeed strange, he had never associated himself with the legendary great existence, let alone being the son of the King of Hell. Upon hearing this sentence, he simply stared blankly for a moment before sneering, "Although in some sense I have seen the King of Hell once, I am clearer than anyone else that I am absolutely not the son of the King of Hell. Your teacher is not only crazy but also an idiot."

  Shang Shang said: "But many people will believe the teacher, so we mustn't let others know about this matter."

  Ning Que thought for a long time, then smiled slightly and said with emotion: "What you said is right, except that we can't let anyone else know about this matter, just like the box of silver notes under the bed."

  Suddenly, Sang lowered his head and looked at his shoe tip, saying softly: "There's still something."

  "We'll talk about it later."

  Ning Que looked up at the sky and then walked over to the wall, picking up the old urn. "I'll bury Master first," he said.

  Sang Sang pointed at the new jar and said: "There's another one."

  Ning Que looked at the new urn, slightly furrowed his brow and said indifferently: "This person killed my whole family, killed Xiao Hei's entire village, killed my master. If I don't smash this urn, it would already be considered as carrying out the forgiving way of a Confucian scholar."

  After saying this, he hugged the old pot and left the sky well and walked forward.

  Sang Sang stood still for a moment, then walked over to the wall and picked up that new jar.

  The old pen carriage outside was brought back to the academy by Master Brother, and there was also a black carriage.

  The big black horse is kicking its hooves boredly in front of a black car.

  Ning Que walked up to the carriage, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the wall of the carriage. The wall made entirely of fine steel cast iron emitted a chill peculiar to metal, while those dense and intricate lines seemed to still hold Master Yan's aura.

  He carried the newborn calf into the carriage.

  A moment later, Sangsang hugged the old urn and panted heavily as she also climbed up.

  Ning Que looked down at the old urn and said to the big black horse: "Go to the south of the city."

  The big black horse seemed to understand human language, and the black carriage moved slowly forward.

  The wheels rolled over the bluestone pavement, making a crisp and clear sound. Inside the carriage, it was quiet, with the two men holding their respective master's urns, silent and speechless.

  I don't know how long it's been.

  Ning Que suddenly raised his head and looked at her, saying: "Come over."

  Sang Sang was delighted and hugged the new jar, ready to go over.

  Ning Que looked at the new jar in her arms and frowned, saying: "People are coming, put the jar over there."

  Sang Sang looked down at the new vase, then looked up at the empty space beside Ning Que, carefully placed the new vase next to the chair, and then walked over to sit down beside Ning Que.

  He put the old pot from his arms down by his feet and then pulled her into his embrace.

  All the way, there was no conversation, only the sound of the car accompanied them. Sang leaned against his chest, occasionally glancing at the new vase on the opposite side, worried that it would be knocked over and the flowers would scatter.

  South of Chang'an City.

  Not far from the academy, there is a piece of grassland. This grassland belongs to the academy, but it is rarely managed, so even in the depths of winter, you can still see the withered yellow wild grass stretching over your knees.

  In the depths of withered yellow wild grass, two new graves have been erected.

  Ning Que knocked his head twice in front of a grave, then stood up and looked at another new grave a few steps away. His face was somewhat unsightly as he said, "I told you to bury it far away, why didn't you listen?"

  Sang Sang ignored him and knelt in front of the new grave, imitating his mannerisms and kowtowing three times.

  "Now even my words aren't being listened to——"

  Sang Sang stood up and said, "We're all going to die anyway, why bury them so far apart? They said when they were carrying the coffins that even after death, we can still be neighbors."

  Ning Que stood silently in front of the two newly dug graves for a long time, then he furiously cursed: "You're both dead, what's the point of being neighbors? You've both turned into ashes, do you think you can still chat and fight? What a pair of idiots!"