Nightfall

After leaving Wang Ting and heading north again, Ning Que gave a very clear route ... that was to follow the caravan that came out of Tuyang City, just came to this snowy border, no matter the Tianshu or the dark guard's information It has been interrupted, and the rest of the way has to be explored by yourself. Fortunately, it is extremely cautious to pick and drive along the way. Regardless of the snowy weather, always keep the Tianji Mountain Range clearly visible on your left hand. Even if you cannot catch up with the caravan, it is not a problem to return the same way.

It was unclear whether it was a written word or the spirit of slapstick and slapstick. Mo Shanshan did not walk with the strong men of the temple, but went north with him. Lonely along the way, the two often study the Taoism and Taoism, and each has their own gains, especially Ning Que has mastered more basic foundations of Taoism through her demonstration, and even vaguely feels that she is about to break through. .

Mo Shanshan's mood is also good. As she said, she likes to read the words written by Ning Que. Every time when she rests on the road, she can see Ning Que holding ink pens or branches on the paper and hooking on the mud and snow. Wiping the painting, even the boring and monotonous journey seems to have become richer, the snow is like Mochi.

The sound of the branches swaying in the snow rustled, Ning Que looked at the words he wrote and nodded in satisfaction. Now that he is under the pressure of Moshan Mountain, he has not only improved his practice level, but also his books. Quite a lot.

Mo Shanshan pulled the scarf on his chest to his shoulders, tilted his body slightly, looked down at the words he wrote seriously, and stretched his index finger with his right hand slowly in the air, seeming to be in Lincai.

Ning Que knew that the girl's eyes were not good, and she was used to her concentration and posture every time she read the words. A cold wind with snow grains blowing under the life-saving mouth blew the scarf on the girl's shoulder, and the black silk drifted back, lined with a red face, and it looked very nice.

Behind the snow pivot, the **** horse held its horse high and kicked its front hoofs boringly. It didn't know what it ate all day long and the fire was so fierce that it seemed that it was not afraid of the cold here.

There is a maroon mare next to it, with warm cloth mattresses, cloth straps on the hooves, but still looking a little cold, keep leaning to the **** horse, gently rubbing carefully, seems to want to warm , And don't want to bore it.

The **** horse snorted lightly, and it looked a bit greasy, but instead of removing its tall body, it stood upright in the wind and snow, blocking the snow wind from the right side for the red horse.

Mo Shanshan paddled in the air, her moving fingers stopped slowly, and she completed Lin Chen, but instead of looking up, she continued to look carefully at the words on the snow, and seemed to want to keep all those words firmly in her heart:

Ning Que reached out and took off the black mask on his face, and asked seriously: "I asked about the situation of breaking the border yesterday. You said that everyone's situation is different. The higher the height, the more difficult, but I just never get into Dongxuan. It ’s not a difficult situation, why has n’t it been a long time since Dongshengzhai arrived here? "

Mo Shanshan straightened up and looked at him quietly and said, "You only started to realize it in the spring. Now that you haven't finished it for a year, you have already seen the mountain gate of Dongxuan. If you don't lie, then you can only say that you are practicing. The genius of Tao, which also explains why the Master chose you as a student. "

Ning Que asked: "Do you mean to say that I'm quite amazing compared to others?"

Mo Shanshan's eyelashes twitched slightly and asked, "Who the **** are you talking about?"

After a moment of silence, Ning said, "Prince Longqing."

Mo Shanshan looked at him seriously and said, "Don't you say that you don't accept such a **** enemy of your life?"

Ning Que smiled and said, "It is said that the prince Longqing is only one step closer to the fatality. If he really enters the fatality, I can't even think of dog blood, and ..."

He smiled gradually and calmly said: "The temple will respect the academy, but it does not mean fearing the academy, especially the Longqing prince ..." He will definitely find an opportunity to defeat or even kill me by hand to perfect his so-called Dao Xin .

If he enters his fate, he can really beat me into a dog. "

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, as if looking at the snow outside the snow blank, guessing what he was thinking in his heart. After a long silence, he said softly, "Do you want to defeat him?"

"Pride and self-confidence come from strength, I am not a 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 footsteps into the realm of destiny, 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 on his usual expressionless face, a very rare smile appeared. This smile was a little jerky, but it was filled with the warmth and encouragement.

"Cultivating the Five Realms is the hardest in the end. It ’s very difficult to get to know the heavens. Although I can now write a half rune, it ’s just a lucky chance. I ca n’t see the threshold of the realm of destiny. where is it."

Mo Shanshan looked at him and continued, "Although Prince Longqing is recognized as the most likely young man in the younger generation to enter the realm of destiny, I think he is just seeing that threshold, and there is still a distance beyond that threshold. For a while, I was thinking a few days ago that the shrines let us enter the wilderness in this regard. "

Ning Que suddenly thought of a thing, frowning and asking, "You also said that Long Qing is not as good as Dao. If Long Qing has seen the threshold of the realm of destiny, what about Dao?"

"Maybe she crossed a foot? Maybe she just saw the threshold."

Mo Shanshan said: "The power of Dao Chi is not only in the realm of her practice, but also in her exquisite mastery of Daoism. It is said that the temple master has praised her everything, you can imagine ..."

Ning Que listened to the four characters of Wan Jietong and couldn't help but was shocked. He was about to ask more specifics. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and held his **** umbrella behind him.

There was a faint blue chirping in the wind and snow outside Zhengkou.

Although Mo Shanshan does not seem to be extremely sensitive to the sound of arrows like Ning Que, but as a practitioner of Dongxuan Shangjing, the degree of feather arrows is not too slow, and the fingers exposed outside the sleeve move lightly Lived a rune paper.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to stop, because he could hear the direction of the feather arrow, which should have nothing to do with Si and so on.

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

The back hip of a snow rabbit hidden in the snow **** was torn by arrow clusters, desperately struggling to jump up, jump, and enter the earth's mouth.

The snow rabbit fell into the snow suicide and bounced and died.

The words written by Ning Liao on the snow were messed up.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the snow **** outside the mouth. Ning Que used his eyes to signal Mo Shanshan to take care of this matter. The hand stretched out to his back loosened the umbrella handle and held the knife handle upward.

A man in a fur coat with animal skin turned over the edge of the snow ribbon. The eyes of the injured snow rabbit first looked at the two horses, and then saw Ning Que and Mo Shan Mountain.

Ning Que frowned slightly, and looked at the short bow between the man ’s hands. He noticed that the bow material was a little special. The twisted wire in the bow string flashed slightly. It seemed that he did not use animal tendons. Then he noticed that there were a few long lines. The man's hat rim floated away, carefully looking at the face, the original pick was a woman in her thirties.

Holding the knife handle, he 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 already confirm that the woman was just an ordinary person, shouldn't she be more careful and cautious in such a close place to the barren tribe?

Listening to Ning Que's words, the woman's expression looked a little surprised. She hurried back two steps and stepped on the edge of Xuewei. After a sufficient distance from Ning Que, she seemed a little more at ease, and asked, "Central Plains? "

The tone of her speech is a little weird. The tip of her tongue seldom bounces. The time distance between words is very standard, so it looks straight and tough, but it is only these three Yu who can understand.

Ning Que looked at the woman and asked earnestly: "Abandoned?"

The woman didn't answer the question. She looked at them cautiously. The short bow between her hands was tighter, and a slight deformation sound appeared. It seemed that she might shoot an arrow at any time, and continued to ask: "Zhongyuan people?"

Mo Shanshan is not good at lying, and there is no need to lie in this situation. He replied expressionlessly: "I am a Dahe."

The woman shook her head and said, "I have never heard of a worker ..."

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

Ning lacked the heart to say bad things. Thousands of years ago, it was the Datang Empire that drove the deserted people to the extreme northern cold region. It can be said that the two sides are like Qiu Shenhai.

His right hand, holding the handle of the knife, tightened slightly, ready to slash the opponent before the woman started:

However, unexpectedly, after hearing the word "Tang", the woman was only slightly stunned, and did not react too violently. Instead, her emotions became stable and lowered, saying, "I have heard of the Tang:

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

"Well." The woman said in her unique tone: "Everyone in the tribe knows that we moved away because our ancestors could not beat you many years ago."

Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Then you know that I am a Tang, why don't you be angry?"

The woman withdrew her bow and arrow and said with a blank expression: "If you can't beat it, you must admit defeat. What's so angry about this?"

Ning Hao scratched her head and said, "It seems ... it makes sense to say so."

This is the first time Ning Que and Mo Shanshan have seen the barren. Through short contact and dialogue, the two people are not the rumored monsters who can eat stones and drink hot metal. Just like them, they need to hunt and talk , Wearing clothes, running around every day for life, ordinary can not be ordinary:

The barren woman no longer ignored the two of them, pulled the feather arrow from the snow rabbit, watched the wear of the arrow cluster carefully, then grabbed the snow mass, wiped the blood stain off the rabbit, and threw it into the bag behind .

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

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

He picked this wilderness target that was occupied by the barrens. It was clear that it was not for the temple, or for the tranquility of the Central Plains countries. He went to the heavenly book, and of course did not want to deal with these unruly barrens.

The barren woman glanced at her and said, "Why can't you pick it?"

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 we were taken by the barbarians. Why can't we go back?"

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

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

The barren women looked at Mo Shanshan like an idiot and said, "How can we survive without robbing back?"

Ning Que burst into laughter.

Mo Shanshan looked at him expressionlessly, then picked up the red horse, followed the barren woman across the edge of the snow hub, and walked down the gentle slope.

Ning Que was stunned, and quickly followed.

The **** horse froze for a long time, but no one ignored himself, but all ran away, hoarsely fluffing snowflakes, carrying heavy luggage, and followed with a scent of interest.

After some conversation and conversation, Ning Que felt that the Shaman really had some meaning, especially with the temperament and temper of the Tang people, but he was still not prepared to contact the Shaman, but he didn't expect Mo Shanshan to think a little differently.

Mo Shanshan looked at the barren women who bowed in front, and said softly: "We will fight the barren in spring next year. Of course, we must understand the real situation of the barren tribe. The temple allows us to check the enemy situation. We have no doubt, is it not the best opportunity? "

Ning Que shook his head, thinking that the temple was going to fight against the barren, what was his business? However, since Mo Shanshan insisted on treating this encounter as a part of his earthly trial, he did not object to it.

Going out of the snow and turning to the east without a long distance, I saw a lonely tent ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The surface of the tent is coated with a kind of black mud paint, which should be able to block the wind. It ’s cold, but it ’s obviously far away from the settlement of the barren tribe. I do n’t know why the barren woman lived here:

The barren women did not invite them to be guests, but they did not show any obvious hostility to them. They were allowed to follow into the tent, throwing a large piece of dried meat with no enthusiasm, and poured them two more. Bowl of hot water.

There is not much salt in the dried meat. Although chewing is tasteless, if it is mixed with saliva for a long time, it will emit a rough and original fragrance. Ning Que has rarely had the opportunity to contact these things since leaving Weicheng. Can't help chewing, can't even talk about flight attendants.

Mo Shanshan said thank you to the barren woman, tore two shreds of meat into her lips and chewed slowly, looking at her expression, and did not know whether it was bad or delicious.

The barren women lowered their heads to deal with a piece of animal skin and ignored them.

Although there is no relative within the tent, it is speechless.

Ning Que felt the weird atmosphere and could n’t help but look up at Mo Shanshan. I thought you did n’t mean to inquire into the enemy ’s situation and check the true situation of the barren tribe.