Nightfall Chapter 47: Wild people, a bit interesting

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 47, The Desolate Person, It’s Interesting

Leaving Wang's Court and heading north again, Ning Que had determined the route very clearly. It was to follow the caravan from Tuyang City, only to come to this Xueyakou, regardless of the Tianshu or the secret guard's information. All have been interrupted, and the only way left is to explore by yourself. Fortunately, he was extremely cautious all the way. No matter the snowy weather, he always kept the Tianqi Mountain Range clearly visible on his left hand. Even if he couldn't catch up with the caravan, it would not be a problem to go back the same way.

It's not clear whether it was the written words or the stubborn spirit that played a role. Mo Shanshan did not walk with the temple powerhouses, but marched north with him. The journey is lonely, the two often learn from calligraphy and Taoism, each has its own benefits, especially Ning Que has mastered more basic methods of the Taoism through her demonstration, and even vaguely feels that he is about to break through. .

Mo Shanshan is in a good mood. As she said, she likes to read the words written by Ning Que. Whenever she rests on the road, she can see Ning Que holding an ink pen or a tree branch on the muddy ground. The paintings are drawn on the snow, no matter how boring and monotonous the journey seems to become richer, the snow is like an ink pond.

The sound of the branches moving in the snow rustled, Ning Que looked at the words he had written, nodded with satisfaction, and found that under the pressure of Mo Shanshan, not only did his spiritual realm improve, but also calligraphy. Also grow a lot.

Mo Shanshan pulled the scarf on his chest to his shoulders, tilted his body slightly, lowered his head and carefully looked at the words he wrote, and stretched out his index finger with his right hand and gestured slowly in the air, seeming to be copying.

Ning Que knew that the girl's eyes were not very good, and she was used to her concentration and posture every time she reads a word. A cold wind with snow grains blew under the pass, blowing the scarf on the girl's shoulders, and the black hair fluttered back, with a reddish cheek, looking very beautiful.

Behind Xueya, the **** horse held its head high, kicking its front hoof lightly and boredly. He didn't know what it ate all day long and was so angry that he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold here.

There is a maroon mare next to it, with a warm cloth mattress and a cloth **** its hooves, but it still looks a little afraid of the cold. It keeps leaning against the **** horse, gently rubbing it carefully, as if Want to keep warm, but don't want it to be bored.

The big dark horse snorted lightly, looking a little greasy, but did not move his tall body away, but stood upright in the wind and snow, blocking the snow wind blowing from the right side for the bay red horse.

Mo Shanshan's fingers moving in the air slowly stopped and finished copying, but instead of raising her head, she continued to look at the words on the snow carefully, as if she wanted to keep all those words in her heart.

Ning Que stretched out his hand and took off the black mask on his face, and seriously asked for advice: "You asked for advice on crossing the border yesterday. You said that everyone’s situation is different. The higher the place, the more difficult it is, but I’m just never confused. Entering the cave is not a difficult barrier to break through. Why hasn’t it been so long since Dongshengzhai has been here?"

Mo Shanshan straightened up, looked at him and said quietly: "You only started to realize in spring, and now you have seen the gate of Dongxuan before the end of a year. If you have not lied, then you can only explain You are a genius of spiritual practice, which also explains why the Master chose you as a student."

Ning Que asked: "Do you mean that compared to others, I am considered to be great?"

Mo Shanshan's eyelashes trembled slightly and asked: "Who is the other person you are talking about?"

After Ning Que was silent for a while, he said, "Prince Longqing."

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "Don't you say that you don't accept the horrible argument of the enemy of your life?"

Ning Que laughed and said: "It is said that Prince Longqing is only one step away from his fate. If he really does, I won’t be **** even if I think about it, and..."

He smiled gradually, and calmly said: "The temple will respect the academy, but it does not mean that you are afraid of the academy, especially the prince Longqing. He will definitely look for opportunities to defeat or even kill me personally to perfect what he called Daoxin. If he gets into Zhiming, he can really beat me into a dog."

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, as if looking at the wind and snow outside Xueya, guessing what he was thinking about. After a long silence, he whispered: "Do you want to defeat him?"

"Pride and confidence come from strength, I am not the second brother."

Ning Que said: "So I don't expect to be able to defeat him now, but I think that if it is possible to delay his entry into the realm of life, maybe one day I can catch up with him."

"I think you should have time, although time may not be enough."

Mo Shanshan looked at him, and a rare smile appeared on his usual expressionless face. This smile was a bit jerky, but full of comforting warmth and encouragement.

"Cultivating in the five realms, the final realm is the most difficult. It is very difficult to go to know the fate Where is the threshold."

Mo Shanshan looked at him and continued: "Although Prince Longqing is recognized as the most likely to be the first person among the younger generation to enter the realm of fate, I think he just saw the threshold and passed the road. The threshold is still a while. I was thinking a few days ago that there are considerations for the temple to let us enter the wasteland."

Ning Que suddenly thought of something, frowning and asking: "You have also said that Longqing is not as good as Taoism. If Longqing has already seen the threshold of the realm of life, how about Taoism?"

"Maybe she has stepped over a foot? Maybe she just saw the threshold."

Mo Shanshan said: "The power of Dao Chi lies not only in her spiritual realm, but also in her subtle mastery of Daoism. It is said that the headmaster of the temple once praised her for being able to do everything, you can imagine one or two. "

Ning Que was shocked when he heard that all faculties are all four-character words. Just about to be more specific, he raised his eyebrows and held the **** umbrella behind him with his arms.

A very faint arrow sounded in the wind and snow outside the pass.

Although Mo Shanshan is not as sensitive to the sound of arrows as Ning Que, as a practitioner of the upper realm of Dongxuan, he found that the speed of feather arrows is not a little slow. The fingers exposed outside the sleeves move lightly. Hold a piece of talisman paper.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to stop it, because he heard the direction of Yujian, which should have nothing to do with him.

A feather arrow shot deep into the gentle **** outside Xueya.

A snow hare hiding in the snow **** was torn by arrow clusters, and it bounced up and jumped into the pass.

Xuetu fell into Xueya and killed it after a few bounces.

The words written by Ning Que on the snowy ground were thrown into a mess.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the snow **** outside the pass. Ning Que used his eyes to signal Mo Shanshan to take care of the matter to himself. The hand extended to his back released the umbrella handle and held the knife handle upward.

A man in animal skin and cotton clothing turned over the edge of Xueya and searched the eyes of the injured Snow Rabbit. He first saw two horses, then Ning Que and Mo Shanshan. He was shocked. Quasi-two.

Ning Que frowned slightly and looked at the short bow between the man’s hands. He noticed that the bow material was a bit special. The twisted wires in the bowstring shone slightly, and it seemed that the animal tendons were not used. Then he noticed that there were a few knots. Long hair floated out from the brim of the man's hat, and looking closely at that face, she turned out to be a woman in her thirties.

He held the handle of the knife, looked at the woman calmly and said, "We are not malicious."

Mo Shanshan glanced at him and didn't understand what he was going to do. Although she could confirm that this woman was just an ordinary person, she shouldn't be more cautious in a place so close to the deserted tribe. ?

Listening to Ning Que's words, the woman looked a little surprised. She hurriedly backed up two steps, stepped on the edge of Xueya, and set a sufficient distance from Ning Que, then she seemed a little relieved and asked. : "Central Plains?"

The tone of her speech is a bit strange, the tip of her tongue seldom flicks, and the time distance between words is very standard, which makes her appear flat and tough, but only these three words can still be understood.

Ning Que looked at the woman and asked seriously: "The deserted person?"

The woman did not answer his question. She watched the two of them vigilantly. The short bow between her hands was pulled tighter, and there was a slight distortion sound, seeming to shoot arrows at any time, and she continued to ask: "Central Plains People?"

Mo Shanshan is not good at lying, and there is no need to lie in this situation, and he replied blankly, "I am from Dahe Country."

The woman shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

Mo Shanshan pointed to Ning Que and said: "He is from Tang Dynasty, I think you should have heard of it."

Ning Que’s heart is bad. Thousands of years ago, it was the Tang Empire who drove the Huangren to the Frigid Region of the North. It can be said that there is a deep hatred between the two sides. This Huangren woman knows that she is from the Tang Dynasty. reason?

His right hand holding the hilt of the knife tightened slightly, ready to chop off the opponent before the woman did it.

Unexpectedly, when the woman heard the word Tang, she was only slightly startled, and did not react too violently. Instead, her emotions became stable and she said: "I have heard of Tang people. "

Ning Que frowned and asked, "Have you heard of it?"

"Hmm." The woman said in her unique tone: "Everyone in the tribe knows that we moved away because our ancestors couldn't beat you many years ago."

Ning Que became more puzzled and asked: "Then you know I am from Tang Dynasty, why don't you get angry?"

The woman retracted her bow and arrow and said blankly: "If you can't beat it, you will give up. What's so angry about this?"

Ning Que scratched his head and said, "It seems...that makes sense."

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This is the first time Ning Que and Mo Shanshan have seen the Huangren. Through brief contact and dialogue, the two found that Huangren are not the monsters that can eat rocks and drink molten iron, just like them, they need to hunt. Can talk and talk, wear clothes, and run around for life every day, ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

The deserted woman ignored the two of them, pulled out the feather arrow from the snow rabbit, carefully watched the arrow cluster wear, then grabbed the snow ball, wiped the blood stains off the rabbit, and threw it behind her. In the bag.

Mo Shanshan looked at her quietly, and suddenly asked, "Why are you coming to the south?"

At this time, it was Ning Que's turn to glance at her.

He came to this wilderness occupied by deserted people with a clear goal, not for the temple, nor for the peace of the Central Plains countries. He went to find the heavenly book, and of course he didn't want to deal with these unprovoked deserters. .

The deserted woman glanced at her and said, "Why can't you come?"

Mo Shanshan said: "This is someone else's place."

The woman said: "This was our hometown many years ago. It was only after we left that it was taken by those barbarians. Why can't we come back?"

Mo Shanshan looked at her and asked her seriously: "But the prairie barbarians have lived here for so many years, and have lived here for generations. Now that you have occupied their land, how can they survive?"

Ning Que looked at her, thinking that although you are a cultivator and bookworm, how can you ask such an idiot question?

The deserted woman looked at Mo Shanshan like an idiot, and said: "If we don't take it back, how can we survive?"

Ning Que laughed out loud.

Mo Shanshan glanced at him expressionlessly, then took the red horse and followed the barren woman over the edge of Xueya and walked down the gentle slope.

Ning Que was stunned, and quickly followed.

The big dark horse was stunned for a long time, and found that no one paid any attention to him, and all of them ran away, carrying snow flakes angrily, carrying heavy luggage, and followed up.

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After some conversation, Ning Que felt that Huangren was indeed very interesting, especially the temperament and temperament of Tang, but he was still not ready to contact Huangren. He didn't expect that Mo Shanshan seemed to have different thoughts.

Mo Shanshan looked at the deserted women who were walking with their backs in front, and said softly: "Next year, we will fight the deserted people. Of course, we must understand the real situation of the deserted people’s tribe. The temple allows us to investigate the enemy’s situation. People and women have no doubts about us. Isn’t it the best opportunity?"

Ning Que shook his head, thinking that the temple is going to fight the deserted people, what is his own business? However, since Mo Shanshan insisted on treating this encounter as part of his earthly trial, he had no way to object.

I walked out of Xueya and turned east without a long distance, and I saw a lonely tent. The surface of the tent was painted with a paint similar to black mud. It should be able to block the wind and cold. This place is obviously far away from the settlement of the deserted tribe. I don't know why the deserted woman lives here.

The deserted women did not invite them to be guests, but they did not show obvious hostility towards them. They allowed them to follow into the tent, threw a large piece of dried meat over without enthusiasm, and poured them over again. I took two bowls of hot water.

There is not much salt in the dried meat. Although it is tasteless to chew, if it is mixed with saliva for a long time, it will emit a crude and original fragrance. Since Ning Que left Weicheng, he has rarely had the opportunity to touch this Waiting for things, I couldn't help chewing with relish, and couldn't spare any time to talk.

Mo Shanshan thanked the barren woman and tore two slices of pork into her lips and chewed slowly. Seeing her expression, she didn't know if it was unpalatable or delicious.

The deserted women bowed their heads to deal with a piece of animal skin, and ignored them.

Although there is no opposite in the tent, it is silent.

Ning Que felt the weird atmosphere and couldn't help but look up at Mo Shanshan, thinking that you didn't mean to inquire about the enemy and check the true situation of the deserted tribe. Can you ask questions when you are a dumb?

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