Volume 2 The Lake of Winter Chapter 9 There is no mountain in the eyes, Moshan Mountain
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 9: No Mountain in Your Eyes, Mo Mountain
"What do you say?"
The black-haired girl did not turn around, and her tone seemed to be much smaller than that of a normal person, thus making her mood extremely calm or unable to feel any emotions at all.
Zhuo Zhihua and the Tmall woman looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Zhuo Zhihua walked forward a few steps and whispered: "If the temple knew that the mountain master was here, I would not have been so tempted to help Yuelun.
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The black-haired girl picked up her pen again, wrote quietly on the desk, and said, "Since she was receiving the temple edict to help the Yan people, it was natural to receive military orders and assign tasks. How could she talk about being partial to the enemy?"
Zhuo Zhihua said anxiously: "The king's court is deep in the wasteland. Just by escorting food and grass, if we meet horse thieves, or even some bad intentions, what should we do?"
The black-haired girl took the pen and dipped it in ink and said softly: "So what?"
After spending many years with Mochi at the foot of the mountain, Zhuo Zhihua knew that she had such a personality. She was not cold and heartless, but was obsessed with books and ink, and did not care about most things in the world. However, now the disciples of Mochiyuan are facing
In an extremely dangerous situation, she is the only person who can save this situation and can no longer continue to be so light.
Zhuo Zhihua clenched his fists slightly, looked at the black hair pouring down from her back with a serious expression, and said, "If the mountain master doesn't come forward, we may die in the wasteland. You may be able to survive, but I will definitely die, Bobcat
Women will die, and those shameless and insidious villains will be happy because of our death. Yuelun Kingdom, which has always wanted to oppress the people of Daha, might even celebrate the whole country."
The black-haired girl next to the desk slowly put the ink-filled brush back on the inkstone. After a moment of silence, she put her hands back in her sleeves and put them in her arms, and said calmly: "But why are we dead?"
Zhuo Zhihua listened to her as usual, and became more anxious and said with a wry smile: "Because we are not the opponents of the enemy."
The black-haired girl said calmly: "If the disciples of Mochiyuan have all improved their realm and are all masters of the Dongxuan Realm, or another master of the Knowledge Realm like a master, then even if they go deep into the wasteland, who dares to
So rude to us? Who dares to frame us with such a ridiculous trick?"
Zhuo Zhihua was stunned, wondering what she meant by saying these words at this time.
"Because the disciples of Mochiyuan are not strong enough, they have to be bullied. So when facing this situation, they will be afraid of death. If we are strong enough, we will not be afraid or bullied."
The black-haired girl's voice was as straight and smooth as the thin ice on the lake, without a trace of ups and downs.
"If you want to become a strong man, you must have the courage to face the experience. Why is no one in the world dare to underestimate Chang'an Academy? Because their ordinary students also have to participate in the battlefield practice and go to the most dangerous places to undergo the test of life and death."
"When facing a difficult situation, don't always think about letting me speak. In the eyes of the world and you, I may have a little false reputation, but you don't know at all that. In this world, false reputation is the most powerful thing, and power will always be
It only lies in the power itself, just as the brush and ink are always only lies in the brush and ink itself.”
The Tmall girl stood beside Zhuo Zhihua and looked at the black-haired girl. She couldn't help but frown and asked in confusion: "But senior sister, your realm is already so high. Isn't it strong enough?"
"The cave Xuan Shang Realm...it does sound good."
The black-haired girl said calmly: "The Tang Dynasty King Jing is known as being invincible. Prince Longqing is one step away from being aware of his fate. Ye Hongyu, the fool, even Prince Longqing, felt fear. What is the cave Xuan Shang Realm?"
These three are the strongest among the younger generation in the world. She mentioned it calmly in words. Although she warned her fellow disciples, she also revealed a sense of being naturally qualified to be compared with these three.
Tmall girl listened to this, stuck out her tongue and said, "Senior Sister's words are unreasonable. Even if these three people have a profound level, they are just similar to you. If you want to say a stronger one... then there is only one who knows the realm of life.
A great practitioner, but the problem is that such a great practitioner is either a great priest in the temple or a peerless figure who set up sects like his master. Or an ordinary person will never see one in his life, so how can he encounter it so easily?"
The little girl said this correctly. A great practitioner who knows the realm of fate can be seen like a divine dragon in the world but cannot be encountered. She occasionally shows her appearance in the clouds, and then hides in the deep mountain courtyard in an instant, which is extremely difficult to encounter.
However, if Ning Que heard these words, it would definitely be difficult to feel empathy. Those who were with him day and night often asked for advice, such as the second senior brother who was holding a stick, Pipi who was fighting for crab roe porridge with him, and soaking in brothels every day
The master, Chao Xiaoshu, the national teacher, Yu brother, Professor Huang He who had gone away, not to mention the master and senior brother who had not met yet...
What is the difference between a great practitioner in the realm of knowing one's life and the cabbage everywhere in the ground?
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The black-haired girl had a certain idea. Although the girls in the Great River Kingdom still had a lot of ideas in their hearts, they had to keep it and began to prepare for it. However, standing by the lake, looking at the dense clouds of lead and the snow fluttering in the winter, it seemed even more than the previous few days.
In the mysterious and dangerous wasteland in the distance, Zhuo Zhihua couldn't help but look worried on his face.
They came from the southern part of the mainland and had never been to the wasteland. They were all blank, regardless of diet, climate, geography, and humanities. The coalition forces of the aiding Yan sent guides, but how could those guides be reliable? Enter without reinforcements and alliances and no backers.
Who wouldn't feel fear in a completely unknown world?
The young Tmall girl is relatively heartless. She is angry at the unfairness of the temple and the shamelessness of the people in the Yuelun Kingdom, but she is not afraid to enter the wasteland. She believes that as long as she has her senior sister, no danger is considered dangerous.
.So she still has leisure to remember the osmanthus cake in Chang'an Furong Record, and the sword light in the snow that day, and trot along the lakeside to find Ning Que to say goodbye to him.
Ning Que heard her talk about the situation facing the disciples of Mochiyuan, and was silent for a moment, then looked at the little girl with a red face and smiled. A lot of emotions were hidden in her gentle smile, which was so awesome than if so.
The smugness.
The Tmall girl stared at him in a daze and suddenly said, "Senior Brother, you are smiling so terrible."
Ning Que was stunned and asked, "Aren't it gentle, sincere, kind and simple?"
The female Tmall princess laughed, and the silver bell rang on the lakeside, shaking off a few snowflakes.
Ning Que looked at her, making his smile appear calmer and casual, and said casually: "It's a coincidence that I want to go to the wasteland to do business."
The Tmall girl's eyes lit up and she looked at him and said, "Senior brother is going to the wasteland too?"
"Um."
The Tmall woman exclaimed with admiration: "Are you alone? You are so amazing."
“I’m very familiar with the wasteland.”
Ning Que, who successfully abducted the little girl with osmanthus cake, smiled slightly, thinking that he would be a guide when he left the wasteland last spring. It seems that he would still be a guide when he returned to the wasteland this winter.
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Although I guessed that the suppression and exclusion that the girls in the Great River Kingdom might encounter, this was more about luck than analysis ability. Ning Que was not a god who ascended to heaven, so it was impossible for everything to follow his ideas.
The Tmall girl took him to the campsite of Mochiyuan and told Zhuo Zhihua about this. Zhuo Zhihua frowned slightly, looked at Ning Que and asked in confusion: "Senior Brother Zhong, you are a disciple of the academy, and it seems a little small.
convenient."
In the novel story, if you want to do something, you will suddenly meet someone who wants to walk with you at this moment. Then that person is not a bandit and may be a fugitive who takes the blame. As long as you have some experience,
Unlike Tmall Women who are innocent and easy to deceive, they will think that there must be some problems hidden in this coincidence.
Because Ning Que is a Tang man who the people of Dahe Country are willing to get close to, and a student of the academy, and these days they have become familiar with the girls of Dahe Country. That day, the monks of Baita Temple rescued them, so they are not as good as the ones.
He is willing to associate him with any bad aspects, so he is more polite if he refuses.
Ning Que asked, "What's the inconvenience? Worrying that the temple would be unhappy to know that Tangren sneaked in?"
Zhuo Zhihua lowered his head slightly, indicating that he was defaulted.
Ning Que smiled and said, "Then I'll dress up as a disciple of Mochiyuan."
He looked at the disciples of Mochiyuan who were busy packing their luggage not far away, and felt relieved that the Lord Saint of Calligraphy was so uneasy that he let such a group of young men and girls who had no experience in the world come to the frontier to experience it.
"Since I am sending food into the wasteland, I believe no one on the way would check if there was an extra me in the team. If I wanted to say that my identity was exposed... Well, I think the junior brothers and sisters of Mo Chiyuan should be trustworthy.
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His tone was calm and gentle, but he had irresistible power. This was the skill of words. He directly threw away the question of why he wanted to go, only talking about the problems of his peers, and if the discussion was based on the foundation of the discussion.
Afterwards.
I was so suffocated by Chinese that I didn’t know how to answer. I thought that if I didn’t agree with this seemingly enthusiastic senior brother in the academy, his tone would inevitably be stiff, and he might offend him.
Ning Que looked at her with a smile and said, "Is there any other problem?"
At this moment, a calm and stiff sound came from behind the yellow cloth.
"The question is why you are going to the wasteland."
The yellow cloth surround was lifted up, and the girl in white slowly walked out, with black hair in white and a wide blue cloth strap around her waist, making her whole body look more and more simple.
Ning Que recognized that this was the girl standing on the branch and looking at the lake view in the early morning. He didn't say much, but just smiled and bowed.
The girl in white dressed black hair was casually draped on her shoulders but was not messy at all. Under her long and slightly sparse eyelashes, her calm eyes were unknown where she looked, as if there was no accurate focus, and she looked a little cold, with fair cheeks slightly round, without any
The expression seemed to be in a dull position, and the thin and red lips were pursed like a straight line.
Regardless of the eyebrows, eyes, skin, expression, this girl can be regarded as stunning, but it looks very beautiful when paired in one place. The adjective is as scarce as someone, Ning Que, who is as scarce as someone, quietly watched her and thought for a long time, but she could only be deeply in her heart.
I admired it and I couldn't find any more accurate words.
The most noticeable thing is her gaze, which is not floating but doesn't know where she is looking, so she looks a little dull and a little cold. It took Ning Que a long time to close his eyes from her eyes.
Come back and notice more details.
The girl had a cute pink hairpin between her black hair. Because of the cold weather, the tip of her nose was slightly red. This cuteness that was unintentional finally diluted the dullness and indifference.
He repeated the other party’s question: “Why go to the wasteland?”
The girl in white looked at him, as if she was looking at the tree behind him, waiting silently.
Ning Que was a little unhappy by some disdain that might be hidden in her eyes and said, "Why do you want to go? Because I was too bored in Dongsheng Village, what's the reason?"
This is obviously an angry speech.
The girl in white was not angry, but she still stared at him, or at the tree behind him.
Ning Que suddenly felt that in addition to Sangsang, there seemed to be another woman who could defeat him in this world. He couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and laughed at himself: "Of course this is not a good excuse. I admit this, but I
I believe you should believe that I will not harm you."
"I am familiar with the wasteland. Going on the road with you will bring you some convenience. It is my need to help you hide my identity, so this is a win-win choice."
The girl in white finally said the second sentence, but it was essentially no difference from the first sentence.
"Why?"
Ning Que said gently: "We two countries have been repaired for generations, and it is natural for the Academy and Mochiyuan to join hands."
The girl's third sentence should be the same problem, and there is no change in either expression or tone.
"Why?"
After Ning Que watched her silent for a long time, he finally lost the battle. He gestured to Zhuo Zhihua to take the Tmall girl away. After only the two of them were left on the spot, he explained seriously: "The Temple is against the Wasteland."
I am interested in the deserted people, and I, Datang, are also interested in these things. In this matter, the academy will eventually make its own voice."
The girl asked expressionlessly: "Then why do you want to hide your identity?"
Ning Que explained helplessly: "Because the academy just wanted to go and see it. In addition... I am a gold-president of the court, and I am a little secret agent, so of course I have to do things in secret."
The second half of the sentence was obviously nonsense, but for some reason, it seemed that this nonsense made the girl in white believe what he said. Her slender and slightly sparse eyelashes blinked, and she continued to ask, "What are the benefits of us?"
"On behalf of the academy, whether it is the temple or the Moonland Kingdom, if you want to oppress you, you will be somewhat afraid."
The girl shook her head slowly and said, "If you hide your identity, you will not be afraid."
Ning Que thought for a moment, looked into her eyes and said, "If I really fall into a dead end, I will naturally not continue to hide my identity. I believe that with Mo Chiyuan's self-esteem, I will only need my help at that time.
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The girl slowly looked away, looked at the trees by the lake or the thin ice on the lake, and said, "Why should I trust you?"
Ning Que replied: "The academy is trustworthy."
The girl turned around, looked at his chest quietly, and said, "Okay."
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"What do you call a girl?"
"Moshan Mountain."
"Moshan Mountain in Mogan Mountain."
Ning Que wondered if the mountain behind Mochiyuan was called Mogan Mountain? If Moshe was dry, how could the Lord Saint King write? Wouldn't that famous book tycoon cry in a hurry?
"Academy Zhong..." For some reason, he didn't want the name Zhong Dajun to be spoken from the thin lips of the girl in white, and added: "I'm ranked thirteen, girl, you can call me thirteen."
The girl Mo Shanshan took a step forward, very close to him, and squinted her eyes and looked at his face.
Ning Que looked at the beautiful little face that was so close to him and felt very embarrassed.
Looking at the other party's subtle expression, he confirmed that he really didn't know who he was...
The girl Mo Shanshan nodded, patted his shoulder like an elder, and then turned around and left.
I don't know if she is satisfied or not.
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(There are many firsts in this book, and this chapter is the first time I tried to describe the appearance of a character positively and intuitively. My ability to describe people and things has always been extremely poor. This time I stole a trick, which is less difficult.
We will try to do this more in the future. Finally, today I finally wrote it again. I silly and voting for recommendation. We are still the first one. We are very awesome. If you have a good day, good night.)