Nightfall

Mo Shanshan glanced at him, and his eyes were blank, and he even felt a little flustered. Obviously, although she was a famous bookworm girl, she was not very good at this. 【】

Ning Que endured a smile, glanced at the dried meat in his hand, and started chatting with the barren woman.

Chatting is what he is very good at. Since he was young, he has been able to survive in such a sinister environment. In addition to being ruthless enough, the more important feature is to please and be good. Don't you see the female professor and sister by the east window, how can anyone dislike him?

So, it didn't take long for the barbaric woman who bowed her head to cure the hides and skins, and began to chat with him enthusiastically. Although the accent was slightly weird, but when the two sides of the chat slowed down, there was no problem in communication. .

"There are many fish in Atami, all kinds of fish."

The barren women grabbed a handful of hay, wiped off the blood on their hands, and gestured with their arms apart: "My man has seen such a long fish, but when it comes to delicious food, the patriarch will send warriors Go under the sea to catch the mother egg fish, that kind of fish is really delicious. "

Ning Que put the dried meat in his hand to his side and asked curiously:

"Mother egg fish?"

"Well, because the roe is so big, we call it the mother egg fish."

The barren women stretched out their fingers and drew an exaggerated picture, then shook their heads and said, "After coming to the south, there are more sheep than before, but it is not so convenient to eat fish."

From the conversation, Ning Que learned that in the spring, the barren went down from the hot sea south of the cold region and robbed Wang Ting's large grassland. Before entering the winter, he had stored enough grain and grass, but the flock also retained a lot, but Probably based on tradition, the tribe still sent wild people to hunt around.

The cold wind hit the tent with snow flakes. Because of the strange paint on the outside, there was a dull sound. Ning Que thought about what he had seen all the way before, and was puzzled. He asked, "Even if it is hunting, It makes no sense that such a biased place, too far from the tribal crowd, is always unsafe. "

He has been hunting in Minshan since he was very young, and he is well aware of the dangers hidden by the clan hunting.

The barren woman said: "This is the rule of the tribe. When winter ceremony, you have to live alone all winter."

Ning Que asked curiously: "What is the winter ceremony?"

When the words fell, he raised his eyebrows suddenly, and Mo Shanshan, who was sitting silently and quietly beside him, also looked at the door.

The heavy curtain was lifted, and a short figure rushed in, shouting with joy: "I am back. []

It was a thin boy with a fat round badger on his shoulder and a look of joy and pride on his face, but when he saw Ning Que and Mo Shan Mountain, he suddenly became vigilant.

"It's a guest." The barren woman stepped forward to take the prey on his shoulder, gently pulled the fingertips, blocked the **** mouth of the cold badger very briskly, and patted the little boy's head with a smile.

Ning Que looked at the little boy who would never be more than twelve years old. He thought that in such severe cold weather, he could hunt such a large badger, and he was shocked. He immediately remembered that he was younger than the other party many years ago. Living in Minshan, I can't help but feel a little touch.

"this is my son."

The barren women looked at the surprised expressions of these two Central Plains people, and laughed heartily, and said, "I just said that the winter ceremony is his winter ceremony. When the child enters the mountain to hunt, and before the thaw in the North Atami, he can hunt half a car of prey, and the child is considered an adult. "

She looked at the little boy severely, but could not hide the tenderness in her eyes, saying: "Next year he will become a soldier, and then he will organize his own family, so Dongli is the last time we accompany him."

The deserted man will be a soldier when he is 12 years old? Ning Que has not escaped from this shock, and immediately thought of the previous sentence of organizing a family, she couldn't help but say: "We Tang people can't get married so early."

Hearing the word "Tangren", the little boy who was already vigilant and uneasy suddenly became more nervous. He subconsciously wanted to hide behind his mother, but thinking that he was doing the winter ceremony, he would soon become a tribe The warrior forcibly summoned the courage to stop in front of his mother, staring fiercely at Ning Que.

The barren woman slapped it on the back of his head and reprimanded: "What is a fat badger? Dongli wants a half-cart prey. If it is a small cart like the old one, it's fine, but you don't When watching autumn, the car that pushed Han to push over?

The cars used by the barbarians are so big, it is not so easy to fill a half car. "

The barren boy was kicked out of the tent by his mother with sticks and intimidation, carrying a wooden bow and arrow, and once again started the difficult hunting activities that he had to become a barren soldier. Ning Que listened to the barbaric women's previous assertions about the small carts and barbarians' carts in her hometown, but she couldn't help but laugh happily.

The barren woman lowered her head to continue her work, holding a smooth piece of wood and constantly crushing the fur under her feet, lifting her arms from time to time to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Ning Que thought about the prey that had been covered by snow outside the tent. Thinking about the hard work of this kind of work, he asked: "Sister, how about his father?" "In the spring, I fought with the barbarians and died."

The heads of the barren women did not lift their heads, and the tone of their speech did not change. They were as straight as their tongues on the 1st, as if they were telling a story that had been born for a long time and had nothing to do with themselves, or even to be forgotten.

Suddenly she looked up and stared at Ning Que and asked, "Will you ... the Chinese will come and beat us?"

"Shouldn't it?" Ning Que looked at the expression on the woman's face and said aggravatedly, "It must not be."

Whether the Datang Empire will send a large army to fight against the barren, that is the decision that the emperor and the ministers of the DPRK and China can make. Where does he know whether it will, but whether it will or will not, of course in front of the barren It can only be said that it will not, and it must be said that the iron and copper teeth are cut.

Mo Shanshan didn't say anything, just glanced at him again.

The barren woman was stunned after hearing his answer, and she smiled with a smile, saying, "That's good."

Mo Shanshan looked at her quietly and suddenly asked, "Even if the Tang people don't come, but there are many other countries in the Central Plains, especially the temple, don't you worry?"

The barren woman leaned forward and handed the weight to the wood chips, crushing the animal skin hard, and muttered, "As long as the Tang people don't come, what's the worry?"

Night fell, the snow outside the account stopped, the barren little boy came back, but this time the expression on his face was a little ashamed, because his hands were empty, his shoulders were empty, the barren women didn't say anything, and burned a pot of hot soup , And I don't know where to get a leg of lamb under the snowdrift, put some spicy spices, the four people ate a meal in silence.

"You can only stay here for one night."

The barren woman put away the deboning knife and looked at Ning Que and added: "Because this is the rule of Dongli."

Ning Que expressed gratitude and took Mo Shanshan out of the tent.

The two walked towards a snow **** not far away.

At this time, the snow outside the tent was clear and the clouds were clear. The high black night dome was adorned with numerous stars. The starlight sprinkled on the white snow covered by the wild mountains and hills, reflecting a faint blue light.

"From Chang'an City to the Wasteland, on the way I listened to the academy's teaching and told some stories about the barren."

Ning Que breathed the cold and refreshing air outside the tent, looking at the silhouette of the dead tree hidden under the stars in the distance, and said, "Do you know why the wasteland is called a wasteland?"

Mo Shanshan lived for a long time in the southern big river country. He was very unfamiliar with this territory. He could not help frowning slightly after listening to him. After thinking for a moment, "Isn't it because this wilderness is desolate?"

"The endless green grasslands, various types of beautiful Haizi, the evergreen forests in the majestic Tianji Mountain, countless wild animals live here, where is this place desolate?"

Ning Que looked at her profile and smiled: "The wasteland is not a wasteland. The reason why a wasteland is passed down is because this beautiful wilderness belongs to the wilderness."

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing."

Ning Que said: "You were in the tent just now, you looked at me better, what did you want to say at the time?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him seriously and said, "I want to remind you that these people are barren and our enemies. You will explore the enemy's situation and deliberately make good relations with each other, but be careful not to forget your position."

Ning Que laughed, and after a pause, looked at her and said, "What position should I stand on?"

Mo Shanshan asked with a blank expression: "Mozong's remnants are, of course, enemies." Ning Que looked at her and asked, "I always wanted to know, why is Mozong an enemy?"

Without waiting for Mo Shanshan to answer, he continued: "I think about it. The Demon Sect is just different from the practice method of Haotian Daomen. At most it is a branch of the temple. How can it become an incarnation of evil?"

Mo Shanshan frowned silently, staring at his eyes, as if he saw something strange, with sad and sympathetic eyes, saying, "Don't let others hear you talking like this, and don't ... let me hear."

Ning Quexian's expression does not seem to be a joke ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ could not help but stunned.

After a long time, he stepped a dry branch into the snow with the sole of his boots, and said calmly: "In the past, you were meditating by the Mochi, and you didn't experience much of the world. Now you see so many ugly things, and you see the temple on the meadow. The performance of the Chinese people, do you still have a respect for the temple? "

Dianshan Mountain looked at the night sky and stars above his head, blinked, and had a hard time focusing on his eyes, which seemed a bit dazed. Liang said softly: "Even if you don't respect the temple, you still have to respect Haotian."

Ning Que followed her gaze and shook her head, saying: "It's really meaningless to be in awe of this kind of thing.

Mo Shanshan looked back at him and said seriously: "But the evil deeds of Mozong are always true."

(Yesterday ’s activities were more tiring than writing 10,000 words. There was a serious problem with the cervical spine. This was written late in advance yesterday. It was scheduled. I started going out for private affairs today. I hope that I can go home quickly and quickly.)

(To be continued)

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