Nightfall

Mo Shanshan has been watching the lake.

She is the best rune of the younger generation. Before Ning Que appeared, she was already the heir of the rune of the gods.

As Master Yan Se said, the formation is Dafu. The best rune is undoubtedly the best formation. When she looks at the lake, she wants to see through this magical formation of Daming Lake.

She stood by the lake and watched it all night, and finally guessed the origin of this verdant valley.

There is a large array in the depths of the clear lake, the specific effect of which is unknown, but it is enough to cover the perception of sight and even the mind, and there should be a more powerful array above the valley originally, enough to cover the influence of nature.

According to her analysis, this year's world is extremely cold. The cold wave between the world and the earth is rushing from the north. The outer array covering the valley is broken by the weather. The plants in the valley locked by the large array of vitality are re-entering the World Cup, and the greenery is spreading. Only there is a piece of verdant green in front of me now, which just confirms the work that Longqing Prince said on the snow cliff

It was just that the formation of the valley was broken, the greenness was reborn, and the cold air in the natural world was also infused. The spring in the valleys was not yet full, and it was because of these chills that the thin ice on the lake was collected. .

Mo Shanshan sat quietly on the lake, and his hands on his knees slowly and silently flicked to do the calculations. It was always impossible to understand what the big formation in the depths of the lake would be like. Situation.

"Is it necessary to wait until the lake is completely frozen, or to swing an armature somewhere, let the lake drain and empty, let the battlefield fail, and the Mozong Mountain Gate will reopen?"

She frowned slightly, looking at the calm lake that reflected the glory of the night star, and she was not sure about her idea. The deeper she studied this array, the more she could feel the wisdom and powerful power contained in this anti-celestial array. For the demons of that year and the predecessors who laid down this large array, it was inevitable that they had a strong sense of awe.

As the morning light approached, Mo Shanshan slowly opened his eyes yesterday. He awakened from the empty state of mind and turned his head to look beside him. I saw that Ning Que was still sitting on a stone fishing by the lake. His eyes were closed. Along with it, his head moved slightly up and down with the lake wave, as if he were fishing with his head:

Perhaps she felt her gaze, and Ning Que woke up. He rubbed his eyes, rubbed his stomach again, and looked at the girl who was looking at himself, and asked, "Hungry?"

Mo Shanshan gently gathered his head, 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 it seems to be closer.

Ning Que asked: "The dried meat is really a bit tired, can you improve the food?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the willow branch in his hand and asked curiously, "Have you caught any fish?"

Ning Que replied with a smile: "The fish hooks have been bitten off by the man, where can I catch them."

Mo Shanshan stood up, the cotton skirt slightly vibrated in the morning breeze, and his right hand was slowly protruding from his sleeve. With a slight chill of the fluctuation of interest, there was suddenly an ice cube in the lake water, almost transparent ice cube There is a very fat scaleless fish, which looks as beautiful as ice-colored amber, gently rippling with the waves.

Ning Que looked at the scene and sincerely said with emotion: "The magical application of Fu Dao, Sister and Sister, you should be considered to have entered the environment, and I don't know when I can achieve this level."

"As soon as I broke the hole, I knew there was no mystery."

Mo Shanshan said calmly, but he was thinking about something else. The sacred girl Rune Master who believes that the symbol is very sacred. If you do n’t think about you wanting to eat something new, if you do n’t think about the warm notes that are attached to you, if you do n’t think about the critical moment when you are now breaking through, How can I do such a thing?

Ning Que picked up the beautiful amber ice cube from the lake and looked at it like the jade-like ice in the morning light and the fat fish with obvious life in it, and suddenly remembered that at the wetland side of the academy, Chen Pipi The picture showing the realm of the destiny to Zisi, the state of the fish in the lake at that time was even more miraculous:

"I'm going to pick some wild vegetables and drink lazy pot fish soup." He said happily:

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said that he had done it himself, thinking that it was to get you to a tight break. I even did such things as Fu Bingyu. Do you even care about helping you cook fish soup?

Ning Que looked at the young girl ’s busy back and watched her scrambling to pick up firewood. She could n’t help scratching her head. How could he think that one day a bookworm would serve himself, but in recent years he has been Sang became a habit of serving, and did not feel how unacceptable this matter was.

It did n’t take long for the fish soup to be cooked, and Ning Que inserted the willow branch fishing rod into the stone crack on the lake bank, pulled out the salt stone from the luggage, swayed it in the pan, and drank a bowl of milky fish soup. ...

His luggage was heavy like a hill, but it was really a mountain, with everything in it.

Mo Shanshan raised his arm, wiped the dust from the beautiful little round face with his sleeve, opened his bright eyes, looked at him with expectation and nervous expression, and asked, "How?"

After such a long time in the ice and snow, I can drink a warm bowl of fish soup, which is of course an excellent enjoyment. Ning Que smiled and praised a few words, and then said: "Unfortunately, there is no seasoning, otherwise it will be better . "

A very casual sentence, mainly praise, but this is the first time the bookworm girl cooks food independently in her life, and there are 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, and her long eyelashes flickered slightly. After a moment, she asked softly, "Worse than you usually eat?"

"Where can we eat food in the wilderness?"

Ning Que finished drinking the soup in the bowl and began to eat fish. He said vaguely: "My family has never made any good ingredients in this life. It is always the same taste when eaten and eaten. It has long been tired."

Mo Shanshan noticed keenly that he was talking about the little maid in my house instead of the little one in her house, so she became more and more silent. After a moment she raised her head firmly and looked at him seriously and said, "I will do better and better . "

After drinking the fish soup and eating the dry food, Ning Que continued to go fishing on the stone by the lake. The willow branch in his hand was whitened by the lake blisters, and the branch had no hooks and no experience, except for some naughty fish. Occasionally take a touch, no other fish showed any interest in it.

Mo Shanshan spread out the book and sat not far from him to start writing. The light from the winter sun on the sky dome was reflected by the snow peaks around Daming Lake into the verdant valley. The light was warm and beautiful:

When Ning Que is bored of fishing, he occasionally leaves the big rock of Huqi to come to the girl to read her writing. After a few comments, he writes a few words on the pen and appreciates each other.

They are all people in calligraphy, and they are the most resistant to loneliness. In this unmanned verdant valley, two people write words to see the lake and appreciate the lake. Time flies slowly, and there is nothing special.

Of course, most of the time, Ning Que still sits on the lake and fishes.

The vast array of unnatural nature outside the verdant valley has all faded away. The cold air in the world and the warm spring rebirth in the valley contacted and resisted each other. It was exactly the time when the spring was the strongest. Countless green leaves are born in the day, and it is very pleasant to sway in the wind:

It was so sleepy when Chun Yi was strong. Ning Que held Yangliuzhi and fell asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly he woke up suddenly, looked up and opened his eyes, but found that there was no beautiful and peaceful Daming Lake in front of him, and there was no trace of Moshan Mountain beside him, only a desolation.

He decided to pick up on the Ya Wasteland again, that piece of the wasteland that only appeared in his dreams and had never been seen before.

There are no corpses on the ground, no tragic scenes immersed in blood, no people who fear the sky, no butchers and drinkers with indifferent expressions, and no tall back.

Only the cold and dry air, the wild and dark field, and the cries of black ravens faintly spread in the distance:

Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked at the black crow's tweet, but did not see the sky of black wings, only saw three black smoke steadily suspended in front of the wasteland, looking at this side indifferently, as if there were Life is average.

He remembered a dream he had dreamed of, a dream in his journey, in that dream he had seen similar pictures, and at that time someone said beside him: It was going to be dark.

It's getting dark.

Looking at the three black smokes in the distance, Ning Que suddenly felt a cold body, frost on her eyelashes gradually, and the shirt on her body became crisp and crisp, because he saw the true appearance of the three dark smokes. .

It was not smoke, but countless light or fragments of light. The black light and the fragments of black light were brought together to become the darkest smoke in the world, as if it could devour all other light.

Because of the fear in his heart, he waved his hand subconsciously, trying to smash the three groups of black smoke with his willow branches, but the next moment he found that his willow branches became **** umbrellas:

The **** umbrella burst open and covered his bodywork

He suddenly felt safe for many workers

By Daming Lake, Ning Que is struggling on the verge of breaking through.

On the snow cliff about dozens of miles away from Daming Lake, Prince Longqing who had entered into a breakthrough agreement with Ning Que at the cost of his entire life ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has also stepped on the threshold of the realm of destiny .

Stepping on the threshold with one foot is not stable, and may move forward or backward, as if standing on the dividing line between the two worlds, or embracing Haotian Shenhui, or degenerate.

The Longqing prince has been sitting on the snow cliff for a long time. The wind and snow in the Tianqi Mountain covered his right half with a thick layer, like armor, and the left half as usual in the world of the verdant valley. Half snow and half new, this picture looks a bit weird.

Suddenly, he stood up and dusted off his body with snow, but he didn't care about the cliff out of his realm, so he slowly walked under the snow cliff and caught a snow sheep.

Then he released the snow sheep.

He turned his back to the verdant mountains and faced the snowy mountains. If he thought about it, he seemed to feel it. The greenery in the valley spread like mountains and vines on the cliff wall. The grass under the snow at his feet gradually grew like a star.

If you want to get rid of the barriers, why bother yourself?

(In a day of rest, the cold becomes extremely heavy, and he feels dizzy and uncomfortable. Fortunately, there is no problem with the brain.)