Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter Eight, Waist Cards and Orders
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 8: Waist Cards and Orders
After Ning Que left, the mountain stream was surrounded by yellow cloth, and the girls from the Great River Country were still talking excitedly about the previous one. The Tmall girl soaked her little feet in a slightly hot spring and said happily: "Brother Zhong turned out to be a disciple of the academy, no wonder this is so
sharp."
Zhuo Zhihua smiled and looked at her, saying, "I guessed it when I first met, otherwise why the mountain master wanted us to treat him so politely. If it were someone else, I would have been expelled from several miles."
Then she sighed and said, "Fortunately, this senior brother from the academy came forward. I think the people in Yuelun Kingdom and Yan Camp would be more honest and would not even send someone to force him to rob him."
The Tmall woman was thinking about some details of the battle, slapped the stream with her feet, raised her head slightly, and asked curiously: "Winning that smelly monk, Senior Brother Zhong did not use any means of cultivation, nor even
I felt that there was fluctuation in his mind power. Senior sister, is he a cultivator?"
Zhuo Zhihua was stunned and said, "I heard that there are no amazing talents in the academy this year. Mr. Xie, the strongest of the six people in the art department, has only reached the state of for no confusion. Since this senior brother Zhong has not entered the art department, he thinks he cannot practice.
Bar?"
This sentence is a bit hesitant because she herself doesn't believe it. An ordinary academy student who knows how to practice can easily defeat the monks of Baita Temple with a knife and arrow in her hand.
A quiet corner of yellow cloth, the hot fog in the hot spring mountain stream gathers and disperses, the winter sun shines from the top of the forest, making everything with a dazzling halo, the black hair in a white shirt
The girl seemed not to hear the girls' conversations, and she calmly held her pen and slowly wrote. As the tip of the pen moved, her hair slowly poured down her shoulders.
Then, a letter from Yanying broke the joy and tranquility of the mountain stream.
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Now Ning Que has embarked on a completely different path from ordinary practitioners. He always demands himself on the principle of "not practicing for the purpose of "not fighting against enemies, he eats too much," and in his daily practice and combat practice
In a sense, although the state of cultivation is still ordinary, he can already be called a master, especially when facing ordinary practitioners.
If he was asked to accompany Xiaoshu to fight against Chunfeng Pavilion, he would be much more relaxed when facing the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the monks of Yuelun Kingdom. If he asked him to kill the swordsman in Xiaozhuli by the lake in Chang'an City alone, he would not be so accused of this.
Severe injury.
Of course, if he meets those great practitioners who know the fate, or those who are strong like Prince Longqing and Wang Jingluo, no matter how fast his reaction is or how powerful his fighting style is, he will still urinate and eat with a wave of his fingers and a snap of his fingers.
Gray and Chen fell to the ground in a mess and were waiting to be beaten to death.
However, when you really meet such a strong man in the wasteland, Ning Que naturally has other means, whether it is the talisman skills that have not been used in battle, or the tips given to him by Master Yan Se, or the Congregation Academy
The collective wisdom of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows of the Back Mountain will be his means to save his life.
A calm and objective judgment of his own strength has a relatively accurate assessment of the danger of entering the wasteland. He knew that it was impossible for him to forcibly snatch the heavenly book between masters from all sides, but he secretly watched or
It is to occasionally make some bad things and cause some trouble to Xiahou, so the problem should not be big.
Hiding his identity and sneaking into the wasteland, it is better to be a sightseeing tour. If the situation suddenly changes, he really angered those laity who waved his hands and shocked the wind and rain. He was forced into a desperate place and could not escape. He still had nowhere to hide.
There are two last means of saving lives, but those two means are not worthy of being told by outsiders.
"Sir, do you want to go into the wasteland alone? I swear to never obey."
On the surface, he was the confidant captain of the General's Mansion, and on the surface, he was the officer of His Majesty's secret guard. He looked angry and determined, and put several small flowers in front of him without hesitation... on his neck
superior.
"If you want to get rid of your subordinates and enter the wasteland yourself, please step on my body and leave this room."
Ning Que shook his head helplessly as the captain who was swearing to death.
The various parts of the Tang Empire were clear and rigorous. The Tianshu Office and the Dark Guard were directly under the palace, but there was no connection between them, so the captain had no idea about the purpose of his entry into the wasteland.
Ning Que didn't care much about the nervous attitude of the captain, but also cared about how he should enter the wasteland. It was safe and convenient to evacuate. The best way was to lead thousands of elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty to break into the royal court and cross Hulan.
The sea went straight to the deserted tribe, but how could thousands of elite cavalry run to find the Heavenly Book? How could they hide it from General Xiahou?
It seems like a heroic choice to ride through the wasteland alone. However, although he believes that it will be easy to survive with his own abilities and familiarity with the wasteland, this choice is too clear and it is too easy to become
The most obvious target - a single man rode a dark horse with an arrow on his back and headed straight to the royal court, clearly telling the temple's ruling Sisa's spy detectives in the wilderness and the eyewitness of countless forces. This guy is awesome, confident and narcissistic.
Only the immortal sun is qualified to be so awesome, so confident and so narcissistic. Ruo Ningque rises on the grassland like a sun, which will attract everyone's attention in the shortest time, and then be
Find out your identity. All forces know that you represent the will of the Tang Dynasty court and the academy. Even if you don’t come to kill you, there are countless ways to trap you somewhere, making it impossible for you to get in touch with what you want to get in touch.
This is how the General's Mansion in Tuyang City did, so Ning Que was guarded by dozens of elite Tang army soldiers. He could only roam the frontier for in-depth travel all day. At this time, the stern sword was about to be on his neck, and he looked at his corps decisively and tragically.
This is done, so Ning Que looked at him and could only frown and think about something else.
"You said, what method should I use to enter the wasteland to the most appropriate one?"
The captain was stunned, with a look of grief and anger on his face. His sword had been put on his neck. The adults ignored it at all and insisted on entering the wasteland. He asked himself how? Could it be that he had to tremble his right hand.
Pulling a bloody mouth on your neck, you will look at yourself first?
Ning Que suddenly remembered the yellow cloth beside the stream on the lakeside, and his frown gradually stretched out. He looked up at the captain who was still holding a knife and putting it on his neck, and said, "I have something to do. The academy will come to the frontier to practice.
Among the students, there is a person named Zhong Dajun. He is now in Chengshan Camp. I have been with you a few days ago. I want you to find a way to imprison him so that he will not have any contact with the outside world, and to do the secret, you
Can it be done?"
The captain held up the knife and felt his neck stiff. He felt his movements a little funny. He replied distressedly: "There should be no problem, it's just an adult..."
Ning Que waved his hand, refused to listen to his advice, and said seriously: "Don't try to stop me in this way. I'm never afraid of death, let alone the one who seeks death by myself."
The captain was completely disappointed and thought that meeting such a stern-hearted boss would be a great misfortune in life.
Ning Que looked at his knife holding the position and said, "If you hold the knife in your right hand, if you want to commit suicide, should you turn the blade across and put it on the right side of your neck?"
The captain then realized that there was something wrong with his knife holding, so he took off his head in shame, covered his face and ran out of the house.
Ning Que shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He reached into his clothes and took out all the waist tags he was holding in, wondering when he would become a dormant cat?
He has many trump cards and more waist cards.
The academy, the secret guard, the Yulong Gang, the Tianshu, and the third senior sister Yu Lian gave it, either wood, metal or stone, or neither gold, wood or stone, with different colors and lusters, densely packed on the table
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"How can every waist card play the most critical role?"
He looked at the waist card on the table and thought seriously, thinking that the waist card of the dark guard should be of no use on the grassland, but there must be secret spies from the court in the left tent. At that time, he could use the waist card at the Tianshu to command the other party.
If you are really impatient, the academy waist card naturally needs to be thrown out as a magic weapon.
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Aunt Qunimadi, who has a high status in the Yuelun Kingdom, and Lu Chenjia, the famous flower-in-law, want a hot spring to take a bath, but it cannot be considered a very bad requirement no matter how you look at it. However, that hot spring has been banished by the river.
The female disciples of Guomochiyuan took over first, so this request became undivided, which triggered a dispute and led to more undivided things.
They are all practitioners who led the Xiling Temple to come to help Yan. The Mochiyuan of the Dahe Kingdom only came to some ordinary disciples. The saint of calligraphy did not come in person, while the Baita Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom was led by Aunt Qu himself.
What's more, there is a well-known thing between the flower silly Lu Chenjia and Prince Longqing, the second-person figure of the Temple Judgment Department? So both the temple and the Yan State have a clear attitude towards this dispute.
Ning Que repelled the monk from Baita Temple and temporarily retained the ownership of the Hot Spring Stream for the girls in the Great River Country. However, shortly afterwards, an extremely difficult task fell on the girls.
The Central Plains countries decided to negotiate with the left tent royal court. In order to show sincerity and show their benevolence and peace, the temple Guangming Department came forward and called on the countries to collect a batch of food and send it to the wasteland to help the royal tribes to survive the winter.
Even the most bright idiots will not do such stupid things as raising a tiger as a string. Therefore, the amount of food in this batch cannot be too large, it only has a symbolic meaning. Since it is a symbolic meaning, it naturally needs to be transported to the king before the arrival of winter.
However, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen. When you go deep into the wasteland, you may encounter horse thieves at any time, which is difficult and dangerous.
Especially when the coalition commander battalion is based on defense, he is willing to send a very small number of cavalry escorts, this mission looks even more terrifying.
The girls from Mochiyuan, Dahe Country, received this task.
The girls from the Great River Kingdom followed the group of cavalry to escort the food to the wasteland, and naturally they could no longer occupy the beautiful Wenxi River by the lake. No matter what dangers they would encounter on the road, it would be their own responsibility.
The Tmall woman said angrily: "It's too much! We should scold the temple!"
A female disciple said sadly: "The meaning of a temple is probably behind this order."
The Tmall girl opened her big eyes and didn't understand her senior sister's words. How could the Temple of Haotian Dao, which is noble, sacred, light and justice in the hearts of believers all over the world, do such a thing?
Zhuo Zhihua said with a hint: "Prince Longqing is the future son-in-law of Yuelun Kingdom. Who do you think the temple will be directed to? Although there is no evidence, you can guess the reason for the issuance of this transfer order. The aunt Qu from Yuelun Kingdom has always come.
She holds great revenge, but Senior Brother Zhong is a student of the academy and is in the Bishui Camp in Dongshengzhai. She has no choice but to show her arrogance, of course she has to vent her anger. If this is the case, how can she show her arrogance?"
The girls from the Great River Country on the mountain stream thought about the dangers they might encounter on the long journey and were extremely worried. They all looked at the black-haired girl next to the small table deep in the yellow cloth.
"Master, now you have to stand up and speak."
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(In recent days, I have been writing it with the greatest perseverance and hard work. Day after day, I am afraid of tomorrow. If I can’t fight anymore, I will tell you, if I can fight, I won’t talk.