Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 28: On the Carriage

Hearing this, the girl Talisman lowered her head and looked at the white dress on her knees. It seemed that the lace was very beautiful, but in fact, the white dress was simple and there was nothing on it.

The carriage was still moving, and the wind in the field lifted the curtains, and the morning sun shone in. The morning light reflected on the black and white decorations in the carriage, landing on her black hair and fair face, and separated a few rays of light and shadows. A calm and affirmative voice slowly said from her lips: "I think I already have someone I like."

The morning sun also fell on Ning Que. He did not expect that his habitual way of speaking would cause misunderstandings to the other party. He smiled awkwardly, and his smile seemed extremely gentle in the morning light: "I have many people I like, and liking is a common phrase for expressing kindness. I hope it won't make you feel too abrupt."

The land in the wasteland was dry and hard by the cold wind, and the wheels were shaken up from time to time when walking on it. The carriage was not big, and the two sat opposite each other, and the distance was not too far. As the carriage rolled, the knees were about to touch each other.

Ning Que moved backwards and leaned against the cotton pad by the window. His sore body finally found a support point. He couldn't help but sigh comfortably, looked at the girl's beautiful face that was close to her and said, "This world is like this. You don't need to be unhappy about those disgusting things."

Yesterday, he made up for Mo Shanshan and tied her black hair like a waterfall behind her. When he woke up this morning, Mo Shanshan still maintained this hairstyle. I wonder if she didn't care about these things or felt that Ning Que's skills were really good, so when she used to stroking her hair before her forehead, her slender fingers fell into vain.

She asked her very seriously: "Happiness, disgust and hate are emotions, how can we suppress it?"

Ning Que leaned against the window, his eyes narrowed slightly by the morning light from the corner of the curtain. After a moment of silence, he said, "I am not saying that I should suppress this emotion, but that I should not be affected by this emotion. Being angry is just punishing myself with other people's mistakes. It is not cost-effective."

Mo Shanshan's two thick and ink-like eyebrows slowly frowned and asked persistently: "But being angry means being angry."

Ning Que looked at her eyebrows and suddenly felt the urge to touch her fingers. He put his hand back into his sleeve and said, "Since you are angry, of course you have to vent your anger as fast as possible, so I support you to go to the royal court, but have you thought clearly what to do once you meet that team of temple cavalry or those nobles in the royal court?"

Mo Shanshan shook his head expressionlessly. She just intuition thought that she should go to the royal court to find the team of cavalrymen in the temple and the people on the meadow, and seek justice for the dead fellow disciples and the Yan people.

As if guessing what she was thinking in her heart, Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "A thing like justice has never existed. Even if your strength and identity are strong enough, sometimes it may not be possible to get it back. So venting anger has nothing to do with justice, it is only about fairness. What is fairness? If others hit us, we will beat them, others will scold us, and we will beat them too. If others want to kill us, we will kill him first."

Mo Shanshan looked at him with his eyes open, as if he didn't expect that many things would become so simple and unrestrained when he said it from his mouth. He frowned and asked, "You... Tangren, do you see things like this?"

"Absolutely." Ning Que said with a smile: "We have been receiving such an education since we were born."

Mo Shanshan reached out and lifted the curtain on the car window beside him, looked at the desolate wilderness gradually retreating, looked at the lonely birds in the sky in the distance, thought about the people in the carriage on the meadow yesterday, and said after a moment of silence: "What if I can't kill those people if I arrive at the royal court?"

The temple cavalry and the nobles they protected naturally could not be killed casually. Even though she was a well-known book tycoon in the world, Ning Que looked at her confused expression and vaguely guessed that the identities of those people on the meadow might be extremely high.

“Who were those people who stayed on the meadow yesterday?”

Mo Shanshan turned his head and looked at him and said softly: "If you want to ask the person in the carriage, she is the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom and the favorite of the Tianyu Academy."

Ning Que's frown gradually stretched out. The change in his expression did not mean that he was relaxed. Instead, he expressed his surprise and said, "Flower Idiot Lu Chenjia? What is the legendary wonderful man who came to the wasteland for doing?"

Mo Shanshan suddenly laughed at him, and his originally dull expression suddenly became vivid because of this rare smile, especially the scattered and cold eyes in his eyes, which instantly became a little cute.

"You don't know that Mo Shanshan is a book zombie, but you know the name of Hua Qi."

Ning Que smiled and thought to himself that if it was the illegitimate flower silence, he would go to the Wang Ting to seek justice, and he was really delusional. After his smile gradually faded, he looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You can't kill people, and you want to vent your anger. I may give you some ideas, what does the flower silly Lu Chenjia like the most or what does she value?"

"She is called Huaniang, and the one she likes and cherishes the most is naturally the flower."

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's face like an idiot and said, "In addition, everyone knows that she is infatuated with Prince Longqing, but in fact she is a very noble person."

Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "Taking out anger is nothing more than bullying others. If you go to Wangting to vent your anger, then you can start with the two things of Hua and Qinggao."

Then he began to plan carefully for Moshanshan. Once he met Lu Chenjia in the royal court, what method should he take to exaggerate the resentment of the disciples of Mochiyuan and how he could not cause too much shock.

Listening to these almost playful but thoughtful thoughts, Mo Shanshan's brows frowned slightly. She looked at Ning Que's smiling face in the morning light and his fresh dimples. She suddenly felt that his smile was so hateful and so cute.

Bullying is Ning Que's favorite thing to do, bullying the strong with the weak is even more loving than having sex. He secretly thought that he had bullied Prince Longqing once in advance, and didn't know what the idiot would think of him when he knew it. Just as he was excited, Yu Guangli suddenly found that Mo Shanshan was looking at him with great concentration, and realized that he was a little proud and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

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Ning Que asked, "Are you very familiar with the flower zombie?"

Mo Shanshan was grinding ink and laying paper at this time. In order to keep a distance from Ning Que, the waist and hips pressed on the calves as far as possible to lean against the window, and replied: "She had been to Moganshan a few years ago, and I had been with her for dozens of days."

Ning Que leaned against the carriage board, looked up at the clean decoration in the car, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "What kind of person is Huaniang? She looks very beautiful? She really loves Huaniang like the legendary one?"

Mo Shanshan, holding the pen holder, stumbled slightly, turned around and looked at him, and said, "Are you interested in her?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "I am indeed very curious about what Prince Longqing's fiancée looks like, because I have always been very strange. Could there be a woman in this world who doesn't feel inferior when facing Prince Longqing's perfect face?"

Mo Shanshan gently put the pen on the rack, turned around with his hands, turned his head slightly to look at him, and asked, "Have you seen Prince Longqing?"

"Even if I haven't seen it, I have heard of it. Everyone knows that the prince is the most beautiful man in the world."

After saying this, Ning Que found that the girl Fu Shi was still staring at him. Knowing that she didn't believe this statement, he had to raise his hands like a surrender, and said with a smile: "Okay, I admit that I have indeed seen him."

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, not knowing what he thought of, Jingruoqiu Lake's rippling gaze suddenly became brighter for a moment, his lips slightly moved and wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask, looking a little panicked.

Perhaps to cover up the panic in the previous moment, she lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyelashes, and sat down again with her hands on her knees, talking about another incident: "You have analyzed that the target of the horse thieves is not food, but me, but in fact their target should be you."

She raised her head, looked at Ning Que as if she was looking at the view of the wasteland outside the window behind Ning Que, and said seriously: "I can see the picture behind the fire wall very clearly. They are ready to kill you."

The sentence that didn't ask was still not asked. Ning Que knew that she had already become suspicious of her identity, but did not ask questions directly, which made him a little grateful. However, at this time he was still hesitating when to tell the girls of the Great River Kingdom their true identities, and he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Speaking of the fire in yesterday's battle, he remembered the terrifying hole that the half-way god talisman hit on the fire wall and said, "At that time, I thought it was the last fire talisman you could use. After that, my mind power was exhausted. Even the simplest talisman could not be used. I didn't expect that you would hide such a skill."

Mo Shanshan suddenly leaned forward, bowed very seriously, and said softly: "I have to thank you for your advice on how to fight the day before yesterday. Shanshan thanked me here."

Ning Que was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had scolded her very harshly a few days ago, saying that she was a woman's kindness, saying that she did not know how to fight at all, and did not know how to save the most powerful force to the most critical moment. At that time, he did not fully guess her identity. At this time, he thought that he was actually teaching a scheming fanatic how to fight, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"No matter what, it's up to your half-dog talisman to survive."

At that time, the situation was critical and he didn't have a clear feeling of the earth-shaking talisman. However, after thinking about it carefully last night, he felt more and more that the girl talisman master on the opposite side was amazing.

The five realms of practice, cross-border challenges are not a great thing. As Chen Pipi said, with his cultivation qualifications, even if he enters the realm of knowing fate, he is the weakest knowing fate in history. If there is no other means, any strong man in the realm of Dongxuan can try cross-border challenges or even kill him.

But the realm is the realm. Moshan Mountain was obviously still in the realm of Dongxuan, but at that time he was able to cross the border to cast uncertain talismans that only the divine talisman master could cast. This fact shocked Ning Que and was extremely puzzled.

Master Yan Se concluded that he was a genius of talisman that is hard to find in the world. However, looking at the girl in white who was quietly kneeling in front of him and looking at her beautiful cheeks that were not angry or happy, Ning Que rarely felt unconfident.

"Master, are you going to choose me next because you knew that the most genius successor of the Talisman in the world was stolen by the Book Saint? But in this way, I am very embarrassed by my disciple."

Of course Mo Shanshan couldn't guess Ning Que's psychological activities at this time, and he didn't know that he was slandering a respected talisman and complaining about himself. He bowed together and asked seriously: "Senior Brother Zhong..."

Ning Que woke up and corrected carefully: "I said, you can call me Thirteen."

Mo Shanshan was stunned for a moment, feeling that the name was a little awkward. After hesitating for a while, he said slightly: "Thirteenth... Senior Brother, I want to ask you some things."

Seeing that she was serious and serious, Ning Que didn't know what to do, he curled his mind and bowed his hands back and said, "Please speak."

Mo Shanshan said: "I have been in the mountains since I was a child and practiced the Taoist Taoism with my family. The stars have moved and the sun have been changing for more than ten years. What I have come into contact with are the two things of calligraphy. I want to ask my senior brother to teach me how to fight with me and how to win."

Ning Que looked at her serious expression and understood in his heart that it must have been yesterday's battle that caused this young master, the young master who had already become famous in the world, to have some impact on the view of this world. This request was made.

In terms of practice, he knew that he was mediocre. Whether it was his senior brothers and sisters in the back mountain, or Prince Longqing, or the girl Fu Master opposite him, it was not worth mentioning. However, when it comes to fighting, he had been struggling and dancing on the blade between life and death since childhood, and he was constantly fighting and extremely confident.

"Fighting is a very simple thing, which is how to make the opponent lose the ability to harm yourself while protecting yourself. So we must first be clear about what kind of strength we have and what kind of strength our enemies have."

Ning Que pointed to the carriage roof above the two people's heads and said, "We must first know how high the roof is to the floor, and then know how high we are, so that we will know if we will have a headache after standing up. Of course, it may also be to wear the carport roof, but I think not many people are willing to use their heads to measure the hardness of the roof."

A very simple language and a very simple metaphor can be described very clearly than the preparations before the battle.

When Mo Shanshan was thinking, his eyes became more dissipated and he had no idea where she was looking. She murmured and said softly: "How can we judge that the other party has lost the ability to hurt himself?"

Ning Que likes to answer this seemingly stupid but actually very important question. He leaned against the cotton pad by the car window, raised his hand and waved his hand in the air, and replied: "Broken arms and legs are the most commonly used method of serious injury, but if you need to make sure that the other party loses all combat power, remember one sentence: Only dead people can be safe."

Listening to this sentence, Mo Shanshan's eyes seemed a little confused, and he didn't seem to understand very much. Why, once he talked about fighting, Ning Que always moved death directly to the front. In the education she received from Mochi since childhood, the competition between practitioners did not necessarily mean that life and death were divided into life and death.

Ning Que found her expression and realized that this book-in-law girl was indeed a white lotus born in the Mochi. Before she came to the wasteland, she was completely unaware of the sufferings of the world. She couldn't help but say earnestly: "If you practice in the Mochi, of course you don't need to think about these problems, just like me. If I was hiding in the academy to study at this time, I only needed to play chess and irons and listen to music every day. I don't know how happy life is, but in the world outside the small building, there are many winds, frost, snow and rain like swords. Since you have already stepped in, you must understand how to write the word "sincere".

Mo Shanshan nodded to show his sincerity and thoughtfulness when he heard him, and at the same time he looked at him with gratitude. Unfortunately, her eyes were still so scattered, and even though she was grateful, she could not make Ning Que feel it clearly.

"Senior Brother Thirteen, if your opponent's strength is far beyond yours, how can you defeat your opponent?"

"The Lord of the Mountain..."

"Senior Brother Thirteen, you can call me by my name."

"If this is known to the common people in the world, I will inevitably feel that I am too disrespectful."

"Then please call me Junior Sister Shanshan."

"Junior Sister Shanshan, the question you just asked... is basically unsolvable. If anyone can answer this question perfectly, then he is the most powerful person in the world, because he has a way to defeat those who are stronger than him."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, and after a long period of silence, he asked seriously: "Senior Brother, is your words... ironic?"

Ning Que stared at her in a daze. From the blue sea, he discovered a fact that made him feel a little uncomfortable. In addition to Sangsang, there was finally a person who could defeat him countless times in the world.

"Junior sister, you can think this is irony, but please don't think too much. The irony in my verbal habits is often just to deepen the audience's impression, because this matter is very important."

Mo Shanshan nodded and continued to ask, "How can we defeat an enemy who is far stronger than himself?"

Ning Que replied seriously: "When encountering an enemy that is far stronger than himself, I insist that we have only one choice."

Mo Shanshan raised his face slightly and asked with anticipation: "What choice?"

Ning Que said: "Escape."

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"No need to be speechless, escaping is also a kind of battle, because even if you want to escape, you may not be able to escape successfully. If you want to, I can teach you from escaping."

"Senior brother, it is indeed a very good moral character to win without saying anything, but I still want to learn to win first."

Mo Shanshan sat on the small platform by the window, holding an ink pen in his hand, preparing to record carefully.

Ning Que couldn't help feeling a little proud when he looked at this scene. He couldn't help but think of last spring, in the carriage that he returned from the wasteland, he used to take an ink pen and write down every word of Mr. Lu on paper like her, and gave a lot of complex feelings. After calming down, he said seriously:

"Your idea is right. There are not many younger generations in the world who can surpass you in the realm of cultivation. I believe that in most cases, the opponents you face are much weaker than you, just like the horse thief yesterday."

He said seriously: "When facing an opponent who is weaker than you, you cannot have sympathy and compassion, you cannot be arrogant, you cannot regard the other party as the weak, but you must regard the other party as the most powerful enemy."

"But you must remember that you should not despise the opponent in fighting spirit, and you should have some tactical choices. A strong enemy and weak should be like a tiger pounces on the rabbit, and moves to exert all strength. The full strength of a tiger does not really transport all its strength to both palms and then kills the weak rabbit, but focuses on the mind and does not give the weak rabbit any chance to escape. Kill the rabbit with one pounce, avoiding the fatigue of chasing and tangling, but can cherish the strength. If the tiger's power appears, even hundreds of rabbits dare not move."
To be continued...