Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter Three: Blue as a Waist (Part 2)
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 3: Blue as Waist (Middle)
Ning Que was a soldier and hated the most about fighting for military achievements. As he said at this time, in the wasteland outside Weicheng, if he encountered other troops from Qichengzhai to compete for military achievements, he and his friends would draw their swords directly.
If you cut it over, whoever wins the battle will be rewarded. The principles and rules on the wasteland are that simple.
The Tang army in Dongsheng Village actually watched his military achievements be snatched away by the Xiling Protector Cavalry. Apart from cursing a few words, he didn't draw a knife to chase the other party until he was so pissed. He was confused and he couldn't help but be angry.
The man calmed down. Thinking of staying away from Tuyang City, it would not be an exaggeration to the Tang army generals be low-key and conservative.
He shook his head, looked at the wasteland far away in the lake and said, "If I lead my troops into the wasteland to collect firewood, the Xiling genius thugs dare to come and grab firewood, see how I deal with them."
Situ Yilan didn't say anything, and walked slowly along the lakeside with her hands behind her back. Suddenly she stopped, turned around and looked at him and said, "I wrote a letter from Chang'an's family that I would arrange a marriage for me."
The slightly cold weather quickly turned the breath from the girl's lips into white fog, which made her refreshing face add a little beauty. Ning Que looked at the fog-like breath in front of him and the girl's face, and asked for a moment: "
Then?"
Situ Yilan shook her head, turned around and continued walking along the lakeside, and said, "I don't want to marry."
Ning Que's mood became a little relaxed when he heard her reply, and suddenly became heavier. He felt a little confused when he was inaccurate. He looked at the girl's back and said, "This kind of thing should be more cautious.
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Situ Yilan did not look back and said with a smile: "I heard that many ministers in Chang'an City want to recruit you as their son-in-law."
With Ning Que's current reputation in Chang'an City, not to mention the honor of the disciples of the Master himself, just talking about His Majesty's appreciation and love for him is enough that countless court officials began to think about selling their daughters and granddaughters to him.
Ning Que smiled and said, "General Yunhui doesn't think he has such a meaning."
Situ Yilan looked back at him and said, "Father knows that I am familiar with you, and he really has this idea."
Ning Que felt his cheeks were a little hot, and he subconsciously touched them, not knowing how to answer the conversation.
Situ Yilan, carrying her hands on the white round stones by the lake, continued to move forward, saying, "But I didn't agree."
Ning Que looked at the uneasy black braids shaking behind the girl in light armor. After a moment of silence, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart and the emotion that could not be heard, and asked, "Why...?"
"Haha, because I don't want to get married."
The girl's answer was very concise and powerful, and the crisp laughter woke up the thin ice film on the lake: "For the years, there has been no female general in the empire. I want to be a female general, so there is no time to get married."
Ning Que listened to her confession and couldn't help feeling ashamed. He kicked a strange-headed and weird-headed white stone in front of the boot into the lake and said, "I'm dedicated to practicing Taoism and don't have time to think about these things."
Situ Yilan turned around and watched the stone that smashed the thin ice slowly sink to the bottom of the lake. After a moment of silence, she smiled heartily and asked, "If you have time to think about it, what kind of woman do you like?"
Listening to this question, Ning Que couldn't help but remember the conversation with Chen Pipi in the back mountain of the academy. After thinking for a long time, he rubbed his jaw and said seriously: "I like beautiful girls, with fair skin, phoenix eyes, a little red lips, and a figure.
It’s best to be plump, it’s best to be smarter in terms of temperament, so don’t always ask me to think about things.”
Situ Yilan looked at him and shook her head, sighed and said, "Your requirements are not high, which are similar to the ideas of most men in the world. No matter how you look at them, you can't see any new ideas."
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Life is a very uninnovative thing. Whether in Chang'an City or in the Yanbei Wasteland, what are the essential differences can you find when climbing stairs every day and wandering around every day?
The students of the academy who were practicing in Dongsheng Village each had their own combat tasks. It was impossible for Ning Que to visit the village every day to have a meal, drink and chat. He had to go to the village alone to have a meal, drink and chat with himself. It was so monotonous and boring.
After a few days, he finally could no longer bear such a boring life. He secretly led out the big dark horse, avoided the inseparable cavalry, and left the city wall to relax on the blue lakeside.
There were no more dozens of cavalrymen who were not far away or nearby as the second sun. Ning Que walked further today, ran east along Bihu Lake for two or three miles, and stopped at the quiet lakeside.
He took off the heavy bag on the big dark horse's back and slapped it hard on its butt.
The big dark horse rarely has such a beautiful time to relax. It screamed and sang happily, splashed with joyful hooves and splashed with black mud, and then rushed into the lake, and then roared at a faster speed, retreating back to the shore in a panic.
Its whole body trembled slightly, and kept rolling its thick tongue and flipping with its lips. It was obvious that it was frozen by the cold lake water, and the smell of salty water was really not very good.
"I have never seen you have such a war horse that cares about your head and feet."
Ning Que looked at it with a funny look, pointed to the Mengmeng Mountains not far away and said, "Idiot, there are lakes and tributaries. Run there by yourself to see if there is any water to drink, and come back soon."
The big dark horse shook his horse's head in dissatisfaction, kicked the back hooves, and pulled down the cold lake water stained on his body, and ran over happily in the direction he pointed.
Ning Que piled up a earthen stove, cooked a pot of fresh vegetable soup, smelled the gradually rising fragrance, and sat down on the quiet lakeside. Now Sangsang is not there to serve him, so he has to serve himself. Fortunately,
When Sangsang was young, he needed to cook both of them, but he was still skillful in his craftsmanship and never forgot.
The north of the wasteland, especially in the middle of the Central Plains and the grassland, is filled with northwest winds all year round, which is very cold. He is wearing a thick cotton jacket and a black windshirt outside, and he sits on the lakeside.
I don’t know if the bowl of warm fresh vegetable soup has worked or if I have gained something through practice, but I don’t feel it’s too cold.
The shallow part of the lake water is very transparent, and you can clearly see the white stones at the bottom and the trees that have been lodged for billions of years. Looking into the distance, the lake water becomes bluer and bluer, and is bunched by the mountains and low cliffs on both sides.
The thin and long cannot see the end, and it extends to the depths of the wilderness in the extreme north.
Ning Que sat on the stone and looked at the beautiful lake view in front of him. He thought that yesterday he felt that this green lake looked like a waist, which was really indecent. In fact, it should be the woman's slender waist that was not as weak as she could hold.
The slightly shaking lake water is like a blue gem that is about to melt, pushing the thin ice condensed by the cold air to the lakeside one by one, some gradually transforming, and some overlapping together, I believe that as the winter mood increases,
As thicker and thicker, these thin ices will eventually turn into thick and hard ice cubes.
Looking at the thin ice that was undulating with the lake, Ning Que remembered the legendary people standing under the ice, and remembered the things he said when he was walking on the lakeside with Situ Yilan a few days ago. He couldn't help but express his self-deprecating emotions on his face.
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People in the world always have to consider marriage between men and women after they reach a certain age. He has never considered it seriously before, and he has indeed not had any inappropriate thoughts about Situ. But when he heard Situ reject General Yunhui, he still felt a little unhappy.
He had this mood when he was at Beishan Road intersection last spring. At that time, he knew very well that there was absolutely no possibility between him and Li Yu, the princess of the Tang Dynasty, but when Li Yu left by his shoulders, he slowly stood up and recovered.
When he looked graceful, he still felt many unexplained emotions in his heart.
He raised a scoop of lake water and put out the remaining flames in the stone stove. He sat down again by the lake, looking at the thin ice that was not like glass and more like glucosmear, and said to himself with a slight mocking: "I forgot who has ever heard of it."
There are only two types of women in the world, their own and others'. Are men like this?” (…This sentence was said by Liu Xiahui)
However, he has been teaching Sangsang to remind himself that anyone who talks about feelings, especially love, is an idiot, so it has not been too long since he was immersed in this self-deprecating mood. He was awakened by the horrible prospect of his own potential to become an idiot and began to think.
Some things he thinks are more meaningful now.
It has been more than a month since he arrived in the Yanbei wasteland and had never seen Xiahou, so naturally he could not see him on his behalf. Although Tuyang City is close, he was really not sure whether he should go there. He didn't know whether he should meet Xiahou now.
What problems arise? Although sporadic battles are happening on the wasteland, the upper class of the aiding Yan army knew his identity and sent dozens of elite soldiers to protect him. He couldn't kill him for a few games. Is it time to do this?
Go on the verge of vain?
As a young man who survived hard and lived better and better, Ning Que knew very well what he wanted to rely on to do these things, so he would not allow himself to waste too much time. Think about men and women on the lakeside.
After thinking about meaningless things like Xiahou, I began to meditate and practice.
A slightly cold wind blew from the lake, shaking the thin ice piled beside the shore, shaking his eyelashes tightly, and a slender knife was placed on his knees, as the meditation deepened.
The invisible energy of heaven and earth gradually gathered beside him, and then gently covered the blade.
The simple rune lines carved on the knife seemed to sense something. The shadow caused by natural light suddenly became deeper than the previous moment, and then began to buzz and vibrate strangely.
A dead grass leaf that was swept from unknown where the lake wind just fell on the knife surface and was bounced into the air. It was instantly torn into hundreds of extremely thin grass silk by the invisible force, and then it floated into the lake.
disappears in the middle.
The Park Knife on his knee was shaking slightly, and the clear water among the white boulders by the lakeside in front of him was also shaking slightly. The thin ice that seemed fragile but was actually soft and sticky gradually shattered and spread out in a romantic and purposeless manner along the lake
, which reflects the sky, as if dozens of identical skyscrapers appeared.
A tight black umbrella wrapped in coarse cloth lay silently beside him.
I don’t know how long it took, Ning Que finished his meditation and looked at the broken ice between the white round stones in front of him, knowing that he would not stay in the state of fortuitousness for too long and had already begun to approach the realm of Cave Xuan.
At the beginning, he realized the truth on the Suzaku Avenue, and then quickly broke through the first realm of perception and directly entered the forbidden state. He didn't even know how he did it. Therefore, now he has no understanding of the realm of cultivation and breaking the realm. At this time, the darkness is unknown.
I felt that I was about to break through the realm, but I didn’t know what to do.
He thought with some confusion: "Do you want to go to Tuyang City to send a rune letter to the senior brothers in the academy for advice?"
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly noticed that there were more and more thin ice piles in front of him. Looking far ahead of his right hand, he saw many thin ice that was flashing like a mirror and slowly flowing over.
After living in the Minshan Wasteland for so many years, he is very familiar with wild lakes. After just taking a few glances, he knew that there must be a hidden current in the lake, which would push these thin ice over. It is just this blue sea that looks like a beautiful waist.
, Looking at the calm and quiet, where did the hidden current come from?
Knowing that no barbarians dared to come over in this lakeside forest, there should be no safety issues, he suddenly thought of exploring the incense, stood up, carried a heavy bag, and went upstream along the thin ice like a small mirror.
Going upstream, is there a beautiful woman in the water?
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After walking along the lake for about a few miles, you can vaguely see a water flow ahead that is impacting the peaceful surface of the lake like a gem, knocking out countless beautiful small whirlpools. However, the dense forests are growing beside the pass, although the branches and leaves have already fallen,
But it still blocked the movement behind the forest and could not see the stream.
Ning Que knew that it was the place he was looking for. He smelled the faint smell of sulfur from his nose and guessed that there might be a hot spring there, and he couldn't help but look happy.
Suddenly, a touch of jade white came into his eyes, and then a touch of blue flashed by, like this lake.
Ning Que's eyes suddenly showed a look of vigilance, not because of the blue color that deeply reflected in his eyes, but for another reason. He pulled his bow and arrow like lightning, aimed at some place in the dense forest, and said in a deep voice: "Come out."
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There was a rustling sound in the forest, and more than a dozen young people slowly walked out. Some people also aimed at Ning Que with bows and arrows. More people looked at him with vigilant eyes, holding the sheath in their left hand and holding the hilt outside the sheath in their right hand.
Ning Que ignored the sharp feather arrow aiming at him, but just calmly aimed at the youngest girl among these young people. The boxwood bow in his hand was as stable as a mountain, the string was as bright as the moon, and the feather arrow was as quiet as a lake stone, but it gave people a
It felt that as long as he wanted, the quiet feather arrow on the string would definitely shoot through the girl's chest in the next moment.
This feeling was so strong that the teenagers aiming at Ning Que's nervous expressions became stiff, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword were even whiter. As for the child who was aimed at by Ning Que's bow and arrow
The young girl was even pale and her slightly raised breasts were violently fluctuating.
A young man bravely jumped in front of the young girl, bent his left knee forward slightly, took a forward stance, held the scabbard tightly with his left hand, and pressed his thumb against the ebony sword thigh with his right elbow.
Pull your wrist upside down.
Ning Que looked at the boy's posture of holding the sword, then looked at the clothes and temperaments of these young men and girls, guessing where they came from, and felt a little relaxed.
He looked at the young man who was brave in his sword and said with a smile: "Arrow-cutting style? It's useless to my arrow."
The boy was despised by the enemy and suddenly showed an angry look on his face.
"I am Tangren."
Ning Que told his origin, then put down the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, and didn't even look at the young man who was nervously looking at him, and took the feather arrow back into the quiver.
Since he guessed the origin of these young men and girls, he knew that there would be no problem, but because the other party obviously had no combat experience, he put down his weapons first to prevent the other party from making mistakes due to nervousness.
Sure enough, when he heard that he was Tang Ren and the young boys and girls who had a warning expression a moment ago suddenly felt relaxed, and they put down their bows and arrows to release the hilt of the sword.
"We are disciples of Mochiyuan, Daheguo."
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