Nightfall Chapter 27: No thrush, flame and sea
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 27, No Thrush, Flame and Water
Listening to the endless crying in the camp, the commander of the Temple Cavalry frowned slightly.
He can understand the indifference of Dahe Country's disciples in Mochi Garden, but he doesn't care about the other party's indifference. On the contrary, he is a little disdainful and sarcasm. He ignores the opponent and raises his right hand to signal his subordinates to start cleaning the battlefield.
The cold and gorgeous sword blade pierced the horse thief's neck, and cut off the head with one turn and cut. Regardless of whether the dead horse thief's eyes were open or closed, he threw it into the big bag.
The temple cavalry began to harvest the horse thief's head.
Although there are many horse thieves outside the camp who died in the early morning of the first counterattack, died of the talisman fire, and died of the desperate resistance of everyone in the food team, at this moment, no one would compete with these temple cavalry.
The people in the camp are busy treating the seriously wounded, carrying the remains, cleaning up the loss, saving the little grain, and dispelling the sadness and anger in their hearts.
With the broken and scorched car array as the dividing line, the inside and outside of the camp are naturally divided into two worlds.
The commander of the temple cavalry looked at the ruined camp, looking at the obvious traces of battle, and imagined the horse thieves' charge and fierce battle that the camp had experienced before the arrival of the reinforcements. I couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.
His eyes fell on the wreckage wreck in the middle of the camp, his pupils shrank slightly, and he did not find the figure of the girl talisman, nor the black shadow.
After a moment of silence, he lightly kicked the horse's belly, urged the horse to pass through a gap in the cart, and came behind the Mochiyuan disciples who were busy treating the wounded, and asked: "Who is in charge of you here?"
Zhu Zhihua forcefully tied a piece of cloth to the **** mouth of a man's broken arm, gently lifted the blood clotted hair on his forehead, turned to look at the horse leader, but did not answer him.
The famous Mochiyuan disciple listened to the question, and subconsciously looked back at a carriage in the camp.
Tmall woman suddenly thought of what Ning Que had previously confessed, handed the wound medicine in her hand to a senior sister next to her, and ran out of the camp.
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In addition to the mules and horses, the food delivery team also has three carriages. Among them, the carriage where the girl talisman is located has been shattered to pieces by the initial mega of the half rune, and the other two carriages are intact. .
At this time, the **** horse was waiting boredly outside one of the carriages. The light inside the carriage was dim. Only when the corner of the curtain was raised by the wasteland winter wind, the inside became a little brighter, and a package was quietly placed on the carriage. , The degree of sag of the Kanban surface, this package obviously has a weight that is not commensurate with the volume.
Ning Que reached out his hand to wipe the blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, reached into the basin next to him and washed it with clean water, then took a small copper box and opened it, looking at something shabby in the box, he couldn't help shaking Shook his head.
"A girl's house, why is there only so much powder?"
"This is not mine, it's theirs."
Mo Shanshan, who was sitting opposite, looked at Ning Que intently. It seemed that only by concentrating all her energy could she let the sloppy and indifferent gaze fall accurately on his face. At this time, there were some doubts in her gaze.
"As far as I know, the girls of Dahe Nation attach great importance to makeup. Last year, a raised eyebrow makeup was popular in Chang'an. I heard that it came from your side. Why don't you people care about this?"
Ning Que lowered his head to grind the powder, and his movements appeared very sophisticated.
"Who cares about makeup for those who cultivate the Tao."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, seeing that he didn't want to discuss this issue, Heili's eyebrows drawn in ink and brush slowly frowned, and asked: "Why do you need makeup?"
Ning Que raised her head and stretched out her hand to lift the hair on her forehead. With a few random movements of her fingers, she combed and shaped her waterfall-like black hair, and then picked up a very delicate wooden hairpin beside her. live.
"Because we need your spirit now."
He focused on choosing the shade of rouge, and casually explained: "The guys in the temple are all crazy. Although they are shameless, they will not go crazy anytime and anywhere, but no one knows. In order to prevent Their shamelessness spread, will they do something crazier."
Ning Que picked up a smear of rouge with his nails, thinned it out, and then dipped it on a white cotton handkerchief specially found, and motioned to the girl talisman to raise her face and said: "We are the only one that can be used to shock them. It's you, so you must be more energetic, not as weak as you are now, it seems that you may die at any time."
"What is the relationship between the two?" Mo Shanshan asked seriously.
"Although you are a well-known bookworm, it is enough to stun the temple cavalry, but if you are too weak, it is easy to inspire some neurotic madness. Once the other party becomes mad, it doesn’t matter what you are. , Is a closed disciple of Lord Shushengwang...I understand that this kind of psychological factor is difficult to explain. You only need to know that there are many life-and-death fights in the world, often just because someone looked at someone."
From the shore of the blue winter lake, I saw the blue at the waist, walked into the wasteland until today, and fought side by side in the blood. Ning Que guessed the true identity of Mo Shanshan. This was the first time he had mentioned in his words. .
There is only one girl rune master who can draw half a rune.
Because there is only one bookworm in the world.
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Mo Shanshan came to Moganshan to worship the calligraphy saint as a teacher since he was a child. He has been obsessed with the way of calligraphy for more than ten years. He has not much secular experience. Facing Ning Que, a guy who has been killing people and seeking a living at the lowest level since childhood , I naturally feel that I can learn a lot.
I don't know if she understands Ning Que's passage, anyway, she raised her face honestly.
Her face is small, her cheeks are slightly bulging, and her eyebrows are picturesque. Although she is pale and haggard at the moment, she still looks good.
Ning Que took the small square dipped in rouge, looked at the small face close at hand, startled, and then smiled.
Two years ago, when he was killing horse thief in Weicheng, gambling and drinking to bully Sangsang, how could he have thought that one day he would be in the carriage with one of the three fools of the world, and she would be so honest Let yourself toss.
The rouge puts on her face, rubs her fingers gently, and gradually spreads out.
Not heavy makeup, not light.
Mo Shanshan's pale face gradually turned ruddy under his fingers.
The touch of the girl’s small face gently with fingers, especially the slightly bulging cheeks, is soft and tender.
Mo Shanshan sat quietly and lowered his head slightly, letting him apply it on his face, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
In a short time, the makeup is finished, and the girl's pale and haggard face looks vivid and beautiful, and the blush looks extremely real.
Ning Que wondered when did his craft become so good? Then he was supposed to draw her eyebrows, but noticed that her eyebrows were thin and black, and they looked as beautiful as a picture. After thinking for a moment, he finally put down the charcoal lightly.
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"Do you often do these things?" Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked.
Ning Que remembered the home life after he entered Chang'an and turned into a rich man. He thought of the piles of Chen Jinji's rouge gouache hidden in the bed of Lao Bi Zhai. He smiled gently and said, "There is a little girl at home, this I do a lot of things."
Mo Shanshan's long, sparse eyelashes blinked, and did not ask anything more, turned around, raised the curtain to look outside, and his cheeks that had just turned ruddy turned pale again.
People in the camp are moving the remains of the dead, collecting wood, and depending on the situation, they are about to be cremated. On the periphery of the camp, the work of the temple cavalry to harvest the first level of the horse thieves was almost finished. The black gold-patterned light armor was stained with blood, and there were no knowing how many first levels were in the sack, which seemed bulging.
The Central Plains Allied Forces were ordered to enter the wasteland to aid the swallows by an edict from the Xiling Temple. Except for the Tang Army on the Western Front, the Eastern Front was all at the first rank. Today, the Temple Cavalry has gained at least 300 first ranks, which is naturally a great achievement. .
The merits of this battle are logically speaking, mainly because they should go to the disciples of Mochiyuan and the people of Yan. The temple cavalry brazenly grabbed the merits. Although Mo Shanshan didn’t care about it, she could clearly feel it. When the people in the camp were silently preparing for cremation, the feelings of grief and anger in their hearts became stronger and stronger.
The commander of the temple cavalry looked at the girl rune master who raised the curtain, and noticed that she was in good spirits, and couldn't help but stunned, thinking that this woman had just taken a great risk to forcefully cross the border to perform the rune, but she did not expect it to be so short. It will be able to return to the original in the time, and it really deserves to be one of the three idiots in the world with the same name as Lord Sizu.
"It turns out that it was the mountain owner who was in charge here. I didn't know before, so the rescue was late. Please forgive me."
The commander of the temple cavalry looked calm, and with a single sentence, he stopped the soldiers and watched the attack on the camp with cold eyes. He bowed his hand and expressed his rare respect to the bookworm Mo Shanshan, and then said: "Miss is on the meadow at this time. In the carriage, she asked me to invite the mountain lord to meet."
The Western Education Guardian Army is directly managed by the Adjudication Department. The young lady he said, if it is not the Taoist Red Fish, she is naturally the nympho. Mo Shanshan knows this very well, and she knows that the **** is in the grass. Above the meadow.
"Mochiyuan was ordered by the temple to **** grain and grass into the royal court, where his position is, I dare not leave lightly."
Mo Shanshan looked at the horse commander of the temple cavalry and said.
The commander smiled slightly and said: "The lady and the mountain lord have not seen each other for several years, and I look forward to seeing each other deeply."
The words are peaceful and affectionate, but they have a hint of force.
Mo Shanshan looked at him expressionlessly and said: "If you really want to see each other, she can come down from the top of the meadow to see me before. Since she hadn't seen him before, then there is no need to see me again at this time."
The words are calm and sarcasm, but they make no secret of the stronger meaning.
The commander of the Temple Cavalry had a slight face, silently looking at her sitting in the front of the carriage, not knowing what was thinking in his heart, and finally turned away without saying a word.
Outside the camp, a temple cavalry walked up to his horse with two knives.
The commander looked at the intricate patterns carved on the two simple knives. Although he could not see the meaning for a while, as a strong man in the cave profound realm, he instinctively felt the hidden beauty and realm between them, his eyes Yiliang.
Just as he was about to take the two knives as trophies, and to study them in the future, a clear and angry voice sounded not far away.
"That's ours!"
Tmall glared at the leader of the horse angrily, her face was covered with fine beads of sweat, her body was covered with dust and blood stains, and it was very dirty. She looked for these two knives outside the camp for a long time.
The leader smiled faintly, lifted the horse's rein lightly to leave, and didn't bother to pay attention.
Tmall woman walked quickly, rushing to his horse's head like a gust of wind, holding the Xiujian ebony handle in her hand, staring at him and refused to let go, without concealing the hatred in her clear eyes.
Several temple cavalry unceremoniously stepped forward, trying to push her away.
With a clear cry, the Tmall woman showed her sword out of her sheath. She looked at several temple cavalry who were much taller than herself. Her voice trembled and resentfully said: "The horse thief’s head was cut by you, do you still Grab our weapons?"
The commander of the temple cavalry looked at her coldly and said, "The disciples of Mochiyuan are not talismans or swords. When will you start using swords?"
Zhu Zhihua and other Mochiyuan disciples watched the conflict here, and they all rushed over, and found that the petite junior sister was surrounded by these shameless temple cavalry, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time was finally endured. It broke out, and the sound of the scabbard on the sword body rang intensively, and confronted the temple cavalry.
The atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely tense. Although the temple cavalry was leading the charge, the Mochiyuan disciples were extremely small and each was exhausted, but with that perseverance and iron-blooded breath, they were actually half-stepping.
A winter wind blew in the meadow, Mo Shanshan walked over slowly, the white dress on her body was blown by the wind, her expression was indifferent and her eyes were indifferent, she looked at those with impatience. The commander of the temple cavalry and the horse calmly said: "My Mochiyuan disciple uses a knife if I want to use a knife. Does this kind of thing also need to be explained to the temple?"
The commander of the temple cavalry silently looked at her, and suddenly said: "The words of the mountain lord seem to be a little unreasonable."
Mo Shanshan said: "Could it be that the temple now thinks thieves are justified?"
The commander of the temple cavalry changed his expression slightly and felt humiliated. He looked at her and the Mochiyuan disciples holding the Xiujian in front of the horse, and said in a cold voice: "It is so disrespectful to compare the temple to the thief! Go ask Master Shusheng how he taught his apprentice!"
Mo Shanshan replied calmly: "I am waiting for the ruling of the gods on behalf of the family teacher."
The commander of the temple cavalry clearly guessed that the bookworm should be trying to force the spirit at this time, but he did not dare to offend at will. He stared into the eyes of the girl runemaster and suddenly said: "The mountain lord is ordered by the temple to transport grain and grass. Entering the court of the king, this matter is related to both parties' peace talks. Now the food and grass are completely destroyed. I don't know how the mountain lord explained to the temple and the coalition forces. If the two parties' peace talks break down because of this, I don't know if the mountain lord can afford it."
"How to explain to the temple and the coalition forces is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." Mo Shanshan blinked his eyelashes slightly and said softly: "Even if I don't explain, you can't kill me here..."
She raised her head, quietly looked into the eyes of the commander of the temple cavalry, and said: "Or kill everyone here."
The commander of the Temple Cavalry frowned slightly.
Mo Shanshan gently stroked the hair that was blown to the cheeks by the wind to his shoulders, and said calmly: "Since you won't kill us all, then what are you doing here? Put down the knife and go. "
The commander of the temple cavalry was silent for a long time, and threw the two Pudaos in the saddle to the ground at random, watching her smile slightly, and said: "I hope I can meet the mountain lord again in the king's court."
Tmall woman took her sword into its sheath, pushed away the temple cavalry in front of her, rushed to the commanding horse and picked up the two simple swords, hugged it tightly in her arms like a baby, and stared at each other vigilantly.
Mo Shanshan did not answer the invitation or threat of the commander of the temple cavalry, so he turned and walked back to the camp.
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In the wasteland of deep winter, the sun will disappear shortly after appearing along the low sky in the south. The battle begins in the early morning. When the battlefield is cleaned up, the sky is near dusk and the light becomes dim.
The dense sound of horseshoes above the meadow sounded like thunder, and then gradually lowered. The shrine cavalry escorted Aunt Nimati, the national song of Moon Wheel, the girl in the carriage, Tianyuyuan, Baita Temple and others, accompanied by soot and dust away.
The **** twilight enveloped the campsite, making the blood stains on the ground and car deck even more dazzling. Broken carriage boards, carriage fragments and hay were piled up in one place, as if they were about to burn in the sunset.
After a while, these things were really ignited, and the fire grew stronger in an instant due to the wind in the wilderness, gradually devouring the remains of the victims stacked on it.
Amidst the crackling sound, you can vaguely see the extremely confusing and complicated scenes such as melting and scorching black and deforming, and a frightening and disgusting burnt smell fills the air.
The survivors surrounding the cremation site lowered their heads and began to recite the death order in Haotian Taoist music in unison. The monotonous syllables kept repeating, praying that the soul in the flame could return to Haotian's embrace smoothly. The noise at the beginning became more and more orderly, low and full of compassion.
Ning Que did not get out of the carriage because of his serious injury. He raised the curtains, silently looked at the flames in the distance, and listened to people chanting prayers. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.
The sky of the wasteland was as clean as he was familiar with, but at this time, under the shining of the setting sun, it was naturally divided into two completely different worlds. The side near night was blue like the sea, and the side recently burned like fire. .
When he came to this world, he couldn't explain. In his childhood, he was exposed to the belief in Haotian in Chang'an City. His master Yan Se was enshrined at the South Gate of Haotian and was a great priest with a seat in the Xiling Temple.
So he naturally believes in Haotian like most people in the world.
However, at this moment, just before the countless souls in the flames, under the ocean and the flame-like sky, his view of the world is gradually changing with difficulty.
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People camped again in the meadow and spent a long and cold night. In the early morning of the second day, dozens of surviving cavalry from the Qiyan State returned south with the wounded. They are the direct descendants of the Chongming prince. They are very clear about why the temple cavalry had such an attitude when they were attacked yesterday. They also knew that even if they went to the royal court, they would not seek any justice at all, and there was even a great danger that they would be punished by the temple. So natural choice to return home.
The disciples of the Mochi Garden of Dahe Country did not go south with Yan, but took two carriages and a few horses, and set off again, heading for the King's Court of the Left Account in the northeast.
Looking at the deserted scenery outside the car window and the remnant snow in the grass, Ning Que coughed twice, took out the handkerchief Sangsang prepared from his arms, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and turned to look at the white clothes opposite The girl asked: "Why go to the Wang Court?"
"The food team always needs an explanation, and..."
Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes quivered, and after a long silence, he said: "I'm very angry."
Ning Que looked at her and laughed, and said, "I find that I like you a little bit."
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(The task is completed on Thursday, I am almost writing and vomiting, there are still three days left, I will go, relatives......)