Nightfall Chapter 60: Thinking
Volume II, Winter Lake, Chapter 60, Thoughtfulness
Mo Shanshan has been looking at the lake.
She is the best rune master in the younger generation. Before Ning Que appeared, she was already a descendant of the rune master.
As Master Yan Se said, the formation is a big talisman, and the best talisman is undoubtedly the best formation master. She looks at the lake because she wants to see through the magical formation of Daming Lake.
She stood by the lake and watched carefully all night, and finally guessed the origin of this verdant valley.
There is a large formation in the depths of the clear lake. The specific effect is unknown, but it is enough to cover the line of sight and even the perception of mind. However, there should be a more powerful formation above the valley, which can cover the influence of nature.
According to her analysis, the world is extremely cold this year. The cold wave between heaven and earth surges from the north, and the outer battlefield shrouded in the valley breaks from time to time. The plants in the valley where the vitality is locked by the battlefield will regain the World Cup. After spreading, there was a piece of verdant that I saw right now, which also confirmed the words that Prince Longqing said on the snow cliff.
It’s just that the valley is broken, the greenery is reborn, and the cold air in the natural world is also poured in. The spring in the valley is not yet full, so it has to fade because of the cold. The thin ice on the lake is caused by From here.
Mo Shanshan sits quietly by the lake, and his hands on his knees keep moving slowly and silently doing calculations. After calculating, I always don’t understand what the big formation in the depths of the lake will be like. Excited under circumstances.
"Will it be necessary to wait until the lake water is completely frozen, or when a mechanism is triggered, and the lake is drained to empty, so that the formation becomes invalid, the Demon Mountain Gate will reopen?"
She frowned slightly, looking at the calm lake reflecting the brilliance of Ye Xing, she was a little bit uncertain. The deeper she studied this formation, the more she could feel what was hidden in the formation against the sky. Wisdom and mighty power can inevitably give rise to a strong sense of awe for the Demon Sect of the year and the predecessors who laid down this great formation.
The morning light gradually came, Mo Shanshan slowly opened his eyes, woke up from the empty state of mind, turned his head and looked to his side, and saw Ning Que still sitting on the rocks by the lake fishing, his eyes closed funny. Obviously, he moved his head slightly up and down with the waves of the lake, as if he was fishing with his head.
Maybe Ning Que woke up after feeling her gaze. He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his stomach, looked at the girl who was looking at him intently, and asked: "Hungry?"
Mo Shanshan nodded slightly, looked at the reflection in the lake in front of him, and said softly: "I will do it right away."
The reflection of the two people in the lake is very clear, and they appear to be closer.
Ning Que asked: "The jerky is a bit greasy, can you improve the food?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the willow branch in his hand and asked curiously: "Did you catch a fish?"
Ning Que replied with a smile: "The fish hooks were all bitten by that guy. Where can I catch them?"
Mo Shanshan stood up, the cotton skirt vibrated slightly in the morning breeze, and his right hand slowly protruded from his sleeve. With the fluctuation of a slightly cold symbolic breath, a block of ice suddenly appeared in the lake, almost transparent There is a very fat scaleless fish in the ice cube, which looks as beautiful as ice-colored amber, rippling gently with the water waves.
Ning Que looked at this scene and said sincerely with emotion: "The magic of the use of Talisman Dao, Junior Sister, you should be considered to have entered the state of transformation, and I don't know when I will reach this level."
"As soon as I broke through the realm of Dongxuan, I knew that this method has no mystery."
Mo Shanshan said calmly, but he was thinking of other things in his heart. Seeing the extremely sacred young talisman of Talisman, she thought that if it wasn't for you to want to eat something new, if it wasn't for the warm charms on your body, if it wasn't for thinking that you are now at the critical moment of breaking through, How could I do such a thing?
Ning Que picked up the beautiful group of amber ice cubes from the lake, and looked at the jade-like ice cubes in the morning light and the fat fish with obvious vitality inside, suddenly remembering that he was on the wetland side of the academy. Chen Pipi showed himself the picture of the realm of life-knowing, and the state of the fish in the lake at that time was even more mysterious.
"I'll pick some wild vegetables, and drink the fish soup in the stew." He said happily.
Mo Shanshan shook his head and said that he did it by himself. I thought it was just to make you break the border quickly. I even used Fu Bingyu and other things. Wouldn't I care about helping you cook the fish soup?
Ning Que tilted his head to look at the girl’s busy back and watched her scramblingly picking firewood. He couldn’t help scratching his head. In his life, how could he ever think that a bookworm would come to serve him one day, but in recent years He became a habit of being served by Sangsang, and he didn't think this thing was unacceptable.
It didn’t take long for the fish soup to be ready. Ning Que inserted the willow stick fishing rod into the crevice of the rock by the lake, took out the salt stone from the luggage, swayed in the pot, and filled a bowl of milky white fish. The soup took a sip.
His luggage is as heavy as a hill, but it is actually a mountain with everything inside.
Mo Shanshan raised his arm, wiped the ash from his beautiful round face with his sleeves, looked at him with bright eyes, expectant and nervous, and asked: "How?"
After such a long time in the ice and snow, it is of course a great enjoyment to drink a bowl of warm fish soup. Ning Que smiled and praised a few words, and then said: "Unfortunately, I didn’t bring any seasoning, otherwise It must be better."
A very casual sentence, mainly praise, but this is the first time the bookworm girl cooks food independently in this life, and there are still some other meanings vaguely, so I am not very happy after hearing this sentence .
She lowered her head and held a bowl of fish soup, gently blowing the foam and heat on it, her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a while she asked softly: "Worse than what you usually eat?"
"In the wilderness, where are the conditions for good food."
Ning Que finished the soup in the bowl and began to eat fish, and said vaguely: "My family has never made any good ingredients in this life. It always tastes that way after eating, and I am tired of it. "
Mo Shanshan keenly noticed that he was talking about my little maid rather than my little maid, so she became more and more silent. After a while, she looked up firmly and looked at him and said seriously: "I will do more The better."
After drinking the fish soup and eating the dry food, Ning Que continued to go fishing while sitting on the rock by the lake. The willow branch in his hand was whitened by the lake blisters, and there was no hook or bait on the branch, except for some naughty Occasionally, the little fish would come and touch it, and no other fish showed the slightest interest in it.
Mo Shanshan spread out the book, sat down a short distance beside him and began to write. The light of the winter sun on the sky was reflected into the verdant valley by the snow peaks around Daming Lake, the light was warm and beautiful.
When Ning Que was bored fishing, she occasionally left the big rock by the lake and came to the girl's side to watch her write. After a few comments, she picked up a pen and wrote a few words by herself.
They are all in calligraphy, and they are the most able to endure loneliness. In this unmanned verdant valley, the two write and appreciate the lake and the lake. Time flies slowly, and there is nothing special about it.
Of course, most of the time, Ning Que still sits fishing by the lake.
The vast array of anti-natural nature outside the verdant valley has all disappeared. The cold air in the world and the warm spring in the valley come into contact with each other and resist each other. It just happens to be the time when the spring is the strongest, and the broad-leaved forest by the lake is magically at the extreme. Countless green leaves are born in a short period of time, and it is very pleasant to sway in the wind.
When the spring is strong, I feel sleepy, Ning Que held the willow branches and fell asleep without knowing it.
Suddenly he woke up abruptly, looked up and opened his eyes, only to find that there was no beautiful and peaceful Daming Lake in front of him, and there was no sign of Moshan Mountain beside him, only a desolation.
He came to the wasteland again, a wasteland that only appeared in his dreams and had never seen before.
There are no corpses on the ground today, no blood-soaked horrors, no people looking at the sky with fear, no butchers and drunkards with indifferent expressions, and no tall backs.
Only the cold and dry air, the barren and cool wilderness, the call of black crows faintly heard in the distance.
Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked at the place where the black crows screamed, but did not see the sky full of black wings. He only saw three black smoke and dust floating steadily in front of the wasteland, looking at this side indifferently, As if there is life.
He remembered a dream he had had, the dream in the journey, in that dream he had seen a similar picture, and someone said by his side at that time: It's getting dark.
It's getting dark.
Looking at the three black smoke and dust in the distance, Ning Que suddenly felt cold in his body, and the frost on his eyelashes gradually froze, and the clothes on his body became brittle, because he could see the truth of the three dark smoke and dust. Looks like.
It's not smoke, but countless light or fragments of light. The black light and the fragments of black light converge and become the darkest smoke in the world, as if it can swallow all other light.
Because of the fear in his heart, he waved his hand subconsciously, wanting to disperse the three black smoke and dust with the willow branches in his hand, but the next moment he found that the willow branches in his hand had become a **** umbrella.
The **** umbrella opened with a bang, covering his body.
He immediately felt a lot safer.
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By the Daming Lake, Ning Que is struggling on the edge of breaking the boundary.
On the snow cliff about dozens of miles away from Daming Lake, Prince Longqing, who had entered the Breaching Covenant with Ning Que with his entire life, has also stepped on the threshold of the realm of knowing the fate of heaven.
Stepping on the threshold with one foot is not stable. It may advance or retreat, as if standing on the dividing line of two worlds, or embracing Haotian's divine glory, or degenerating.
Prince Longqing has been sitting quietly on the snow cliff for a long time. The wind and snow in the Tiancai Mountain covered his right body with a thick layer, like armor, and the left half of his body was as usual in the world of the verdant valley. , Half snow and half new, this picture looks a bit strange.
Suddenly, he stood up and calmly dusted his body with snow. He didn't care about leaving the cliff of Enlightenment, so he walked slowly under the cliff and caught a snow goat.
Then he let the snow sheep go away.
He turned his back to the green, facing the snow-capped mountains, thinking, as if feeling, the greenery in the valley spreads up on the cliff like vines, and the grass grows under the snow under his feet, like stars .
If you want to escape the barriers, why bother to be trapped in the barriers?
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(After a day off, the cold became extremely heavy, and I felt dizzy and uncomfortable, but fortunately there was no problem with my brain.)