Nightfall Chapter 52: Someone is in the mountains
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 52, Someone is in the Mountain
The infatuated smile looks very clean in the white snow forest, as if it can infect every snow on the branches, every grass under the snowdrift, but the flames of the talisman in the snow pit in front of the two , But obviously not contagious, being swaggered by the cold wind for a long time still did not get bigger.
Ning Que looked at the small flames on the black clothes of the deacon’s corpse, and realized with some embarrassment that the gap between his own talismic skills and the girl’s talismic masters beside him was so big that Mo Shanshan had a random charm last night. The deacon of the famous ruling division was burned to ashes, but his black clothes were intact, and the talisman he wrote with his heart in Chang’an was completely weak compared with that. How many days would it take to burn the corpse? Burning to ashes?
Mo Shanshan noticed the embarrassment on his face, almost didn’t hold back the laughter, forcibly lowered his head to grab the smile, and flicked the fingers exposed outside the cotton sleeves, and the fire broke out in the snow pit.
Those almost blazing white flames appeared and disappeared. Ning Que was standing by the pit before he could feel the scorching temperature, and found that the snow in the pit melted into water and gradually seeped into the ground, and the corpse of the deacon ruling Secretary had already Disappeared, this time all the black heavy clothes were burned.
Ning Que looked at the scene before him and sighed. One of the signs of a talisman lies in talent, and the application of a talisman is a wonderful use. The talisman he wrote is far inferior to the bookworm, and at this time, even the bookworm can handle it. I can’t understand it, and I can’t help but feel a little sad.
“Master Yan Se said that I am a genius who is rare in Fudao for thousands of years, but after being with you for a long time, I always feel that he is lying to me, or his vision is much worse than that of Master Shusheng.”
He looked at Mo Shanshan’s beautiful and innocent eyebrows and confirmed that the girl should be the same age as him. He was embarrassed to ask how old she was. He shook his head and said with emotion: “You are the real Talisman genius.”
Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously: “Senior Brother Thirteen, when did you start learning the Tao of Talisman?”
Ning Que counted a few days and replied: “In spring, it’s almost half a year.”
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes quietly, sighed softly after a long time, and said: “In this way, Master Yan Se’s vision is really right. You are indeed a genius of Fu Dao.”
Ning Que was very happy to hear this, especially when he thought of his daily bragging about Chen Pipi, he felt a lot more at ease, smiled and asked seriously: “I am really strong?”
Mo Shanshan nodded, then thought of something, and asked curiously: “What kind of person is Lingshi?”
Ning Que answered honestly after thinking about it: “He is a very wicked, dirty old man.”
Mo Shanshan was stunned, and immediately understood something, and said softly: “I am asking the Master, because I am very curious about what kind of person you can teach you students on the second floor of the college.”
Ning Que smiled embarrassedly, and said, “Maybe you find it hard to believe. Although I am now rushing through the wasteland by relying on the master’s personal reputation as a disciple, I have never seen his old man once.”
Mo Shanshan blinked slightly, as if he didn’t expect to hear this answer.
After thinking for a moment, Ning Que said earnestly: “But based on what I know about the seniors and sisters on the second floor, I think Master, his old man must be a very proud and terrifying guy.”
The only people in this world who dare to use the word guy to call the Master are probably only the guys in the back mountain of the college. As for his descriptions, they are all nonsense. People like Mo Shanshan, the bookworm, certainly know that the Master is very great, and why should a person of such a great master’s level not be so proud?
“What kind of person is your master, Mr. Shusheng?” Ning Que asked curiously, looking at her.
Hearing the teacher’s name, Mo Shanshan’s expression became a little complicated, a little awed, and a little cold and sad. She slowly lowered her head, turned and walked outside of Xuelin, expressing that she did not want to talk about this.
Ning Que frowned when looking at the cold and bleak figure in the snowy winter forest. He looked back at the Xue Pit and confirmed that the work of destroying the corpses had been perfectly completed, speeding up his pace to chase the figure.
His hoof stepped on the white snow, and the **** horse bowed his head carrying heavy luggage.
It looked at the two clear foot prints on the snow in the forest, and at the two silent young men and women in front of the foot prints. He was a little puzzled. When he came back, he was dragging the stone grass. Why didn’t you seem to care? The footprint problem?
Suddenly, the big dark horse wanted to understand something, and couldn’t help feeling so annoyed. He shook the horse’s head angrily, just like before he came, and galloped toward the edge of the snow forest.
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Ning Que put the twigs and dry wood that the big dark horse worked so hard to hold around behind him with a rope, patted the horse’s back with satisfaction, took out the weird-looking grass from his arms, and stuffed it into the horse’s mouth to express reward .
Mo Shanshan watched this scene curiously, thinking that the people coming out of the second floor of the academy were weird, even these animals were so weird, as if they could understand human nature, and didn’t know how to teach.
Ning Que said: “To remove the traces on the snowy field, a blizzard is certainly the best way for Master Haotian. If it doesn’t snow, then we must be careful, at least not at Laishi and Huishilu. It’s the same one.”
Mo Shanshan asked in a puzzled way: “I know that those grasses were used for this purpose, so why should I burn them, and have to work hard to find branches everywhere?”
Ning Que explained calmly: “Because I want to try the power of the fire talisman I wrote, but I am not sure that it can burn very well, so I want to use grass to support the combustion, but I didn’t expect it to work. I still need it. You help.”
He can tell his embarrassment so calmly, his shamelessness is really good, but he walks slowly behind the two with suppressed hooves, and the big dark horse who pays attention to sweeping snow and marks is even more sad.
Mo Shanshan didn’t care about the rogue power in this sentence. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said, “I’ve been in Mochi since I was a child, and I was raised by my teacher. He never allowed me to touch the real world. In the meantime, if it were not for this temple edict, and I am indeed older, maybe I would not be able to leave the mountain.”
Ning Que listened to the young girl’s whispered narration, as if a white-haired major practitioner appeared in front of him, looking at a five or six-year-old girl by the pool with a serious face, and sternly ordered her to write quietly…
Mo Shanshan looked at the rugged mountain range in the distance, and said quietly: “The so-called three idiots in the world, obsessed with Fu Dao, obsessed with books, obsessed with cultivation, obsessed with flowers, and really want to join the world, in fact, where are you? The opponent of such a wise man.”
Ning Que shook his head and said: “It’s not self-humility. No matter how cruel and realistic means, I can’t be your opponent. Realm strength can easily tear up all conspiracies.”
Mo Shanshan lowered his head and said softly: “I just suddenly wanted to understand one thing. I don’t understand these world affairs. Lu Chenjia and I are the same kind of people, and I don’t necessarily understand. I was sitting in the carriage above, and people from Moon Country were attacked by horse thieves. Maybe I didn’t bother to pay attention.”
Ning Que looked at the black hair floating on her cheeks, and said, “No, you and **** are not the same people. She is obsessed with flowers, so she can treat others like dung and use it to plant Flowers are good. Although you are obsessed with books, the world in your eyes is still a normal world. You don’t use the blood of ordinary people like us as ink.”
Mo Shanshan thought this description was bloody, but it was appropriate, raised his head and looked into his eyes quietly, and said seriously: “Isn’t I really a nymphomaniac?”
“Of course not.” Ning Que said with a smile: “Even if you are all ignorant, you are also kind and ignorant.”
The description of ignorance is not bloody, but it is not appropriate. I believe no one will like it. Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, but there was joy in his bright eyes, and asked: “Is this a joke?”
Ning Que wanted to tell the truth, but he nodded when he looked at the beautiful and innocent face close at hand.
Mo Shanshan turned around and said nothing. His thin, cinnabar lips were pressed tightly, and his cheeks were slightly bulging. He was not trying to resist his anger, but to resist his smile.
“It would be better if…you are not a liar. Of course, you are already very good now, because you know how I feel, so I lied in the end.”
Mo Shanshan lowered her head and walked quietly, thinking of the above sentence in her heart. She stepped on the snow without leaving any traces, not deliberately, but she felt that she was really going to float.
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Back to the tent, Ning Que had a serious conversation with the desolate woman and asked her to do something, so the woman who attended the winter ceremony and was not allowed to return to the tribe according to the desolate rules , Without saying a word, handed the child to the two original young men and women, and returned to the tribe.
Two days later, the deserted woman came back with not-so-good news, but Ning Que didn’t care, because he knew it was extremely difficult to convince the deserted tribe that he was a Central Plains. Things.
Fortunately, he still got some useful news, such as the caravan from Tuyang City, and the recent events of the desert tribe occupying the wilderness.
Leaving the winter forest and heading north, the temperature is getting colder and colder, especially if it may enter the extreme north of Tianqi Mountain. The bay red horse on Moshan Mountain must not be able to bear it, so it was left to the deserted mother and child. .
After the two parties bid farewell, the two set out on the journey again.
Mo Shanshan asked: “What should we do next?”
Ning Que said: “Go into the mountain.”
Mo Shanshan was startled slightly, and asked: “In the mountains?”
Ning Que looked at Xuefeng in the distance, and said after a moment of silence: “I don’t confirm, but I confirm that the people from the temple are in the mountains.”
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Because of the high Tianhan Mountain, there are no plants here, the mountain wind is strong and strong, all the floating soil and snow are blown clean, exposing the black deep rock surface below.
On a protruding cliff between the black rock walls, a young man dressed in a black ruling suit was standing there, watching the lead clouds and snow in the distance, as if he was about to melt into the rock wall.
The goshawk can’t come here. There is no difficulty for him. On that perfect, only slightly pale cheek, there is not even a trace of pride, because he is Prince Longqing.
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(Starting codeword today, when I was about to enter the state, I received a call, an old friend who had been divorced for many years suddenly divorced. After talking about this, my mind started to be stupid, and then I gave up. Seven hours, I’m really tired. Tomorrow Saturday, but I took a leave of absence the other day, so I won’t rest tomorrow. See you tomorrow. I wish you all a nice weekend.)