Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 27: No Thrush, Fire and Sea
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 27: No Thrush, Flame and Sea Water
Listening to the endless crying in the camp, the commander of the temple cavalry frowned slightly.
He could understand the indifference of the disciples of Mochiyuan, Dahe Kingdom, but he did not care about the other party's indifference. Instead, he was a little disdainful and sarcastic, ignored the other party, raised his right hand and signaled his subordinates to start cleaning the battlefield.
The cold and gorgeous sword tip pierced into the horse thief's neck, and cut off his head with one turn and one cut. Regardless of whether the dead horse thief's eyes were open or closed, he threw it into a big bag.
The Temple cavalry began to harvest the horse thief's heads.
Although there were many horse thieves outside the camp who died in the first time in the morning, died in the talisman fire, and died in the desperate resistance of the food team, no one would compete for military merit with these temple cavalry at this moment.
The people in the camp were busy treating the seriously injured, transporting bodies, cleaning up losses, saving the small amount of food and grass, and eliminating the sadness and anger in their hearts.
With the broken and charred car array as the dividing line, the inside and outside of the camp are naturally divided into two worlds.
The commander of the temple cavalry looked at the ruined camp, looked at the obvious battle marks, and imagined the horse thieves charging and tragic battles that the camp suffered before reinforcements arrived, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration.
His eyes fell on the wreckage of the carriage in the middle of the camp, his pupils shrank slightly, and he did not see the figure of the girl talisman master, nor did he see the black shadow.
After a moment of silence, he kicked the horse lightly, urged the horse to pass a gap in the chariot array, and came to the Mochiyuan disciples who were busy treating the wounded, and asked, "Who is in charge here?"
Zhuo Zhihua tied a piece of cloth hard to the bloody mouth of a civilian man's broken arm, gently lifted up the hair that was clotted by blood on his forehead, turned around and looked at the commander who was immediately on his face, but did not answer him.
A famous disciple of Mochiyuan listened to the question and subconsciously turned around and looked at a carriage in the camp.
The Tmall woman suddenly thought of what Ning Que had told her before, handed the medicine in her hand to a senior sister next to her and trotted out of the camp.
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In addition to mules and horses, the food delivery team also had three carriages. The carriage where the girl talisman master was located had been shattered by the starting power of the half-track divine talisman, while the other two carriages were intact.
At this time, the big dark horse was bored outside one of the carriages and was waiting. The light inside was dim. Only when the winter wind in the wasteland lifted a corner of the curtain, it became a little brighter inside. There was a package quietly placed on the carriage board, and the board surface was
The degree of sagging of this package obviously has a weight that is not commensurate with the volume.
Ning Que reached out to wipe off the blood from his mouth and nose, reached into the basin beside him to wash it with clean water, then took a small copper box and opened it. Looking at the shabby thing in the box, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Why is there only such a little powder in a girl's house?"
"This is not mine, it is theirs."
Mo Shanshan, sitting opposite, looked at Ning Que intently. It seemed that only by concentrating all her energy could she let her indifferent gaze fall accurately on his face. At this time, there were some questions in her eyes.
"As far as I know, the girls in the Great River Kingdom attach great importance to makeup. Last year, a kind of eyebrow-raising makeup was popular in Chang'an City. I heard that it was passed from you. Why don't you guys care about this?"
Ning Que lowered his head and grinded the powder, and his movements seemed very skillful and sophisticated.
"Why do people who practice Taoism need to care about makeup?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly. Seeing that he didn't want to continue discussing this issue, Hei Liru's eyebrows were slowly frowned and asked, "Why do you need makeup?"
Ning Que raised his head, reached out to pull up the hair on her forehead, and moved her fingers casually for a few moves, then combed the black hair like a waterfall, and then picked up a very delicate wooden hairpin beside her and pinned it.
“Because we need you to be very energetic now.”
He focused on picking the thickness of rouge and explained casually: "The guys in the temple are all crazy. Although they are logically shameless, they will not go crazy anytime and anywhere, but no one knows it, in order not to let them be shameless
If they spread, will they do something crazier?"
Ning Que used his nails to pick up a smear of rouge, smeared it carefully, then dipped it on a pure white cotton woven handkerchief he specially found, signaling the girl Talisman to raise her face and said, "The only thing we can use to shock them now is you,
So you have to be more energetic and not be as weak as you are now, and you can die at any time."
"What is the relationship between the two?" Mo Shanshan asked seriously.
"Although you are a well-known book fanatic, which is enough to shock those cavalry in the temple, if you are too weak, it will easily inspire the madness of some crazy people. Once the other party becomes crazy, you won't care what you are. It's a book.
The closed disciple of Lord Saint King... I understand that this kind of psychological factor is difficult to explain. You only need to know that many life-and-death fights in the world are often just because someone glances at someone."
From the verdant blue lake, I saw the blue around my waist, and walked into the wasteland until I was fighting side by side. Ning Que guessed Mo Shanshan’s true identity. This was the first time he made it clear in his words.
There is only one girl talisman master who can draw half of the Taoist talisman.
Because there is only one bookworm in the world.
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Mo Shanshan went to Mogan Mountain to be a teacher when he was young. He has been obsessed with the way of calligraphy talismans for more than ten years and has not had much experience in the world. Facing Ning Que, a guy who has been killing people at the bottom of his life since he was young, he naturally felt that
Can learn a lot.
I don’t know if she understood Ning Que’s words, but she raised her face honestly anyway.
Her face is very small, her cheeks are slightly bulging, and her eyebrows are picturesque. Although she is pale and haggard at this moment, she still looks beautiful.
Ning Que held a small square scarf dipped in rouge, looked at his little face that was close to him, and was stunned, and then smiled.
Two years ago, when he was killing horse thieves in Weicheng, gambling and drinking to bully Sangsang, he never thought that one day he would live in a carriage with one of the three fools in the world, and she would still let herself do it so honestly
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Rouge on the face, rub the fingertips lightly, and gradually spread out.
Not heavy makeup, nor light makeup.
Mo Shanshan's pale face gradually became rosy under his fingers.
The girl's face was very touched by gently rubbing her fingers, especially her slightly bulging cheeks, which were even more flexible and tender.
Mo Shanshan sat quietly, lowered his head slightly, letting him apply it on his face, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Soon after, the makeup was completed, the girl's pale and haggard face looked vivid and beautiful, and her blush looked extremely real.
Ning Que thought when his craftsmanship had become so good? Then he should draw her eyebrows, but noticed that her eyebrows were thin and black, and they looked as beautiful as a painting. After thinking for a while, they were finally gentle.
Put down the charcoal pen.
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"Do you often do these things?" Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked.
Ning Que remembered the home life after entering Chang'an City and transformed into a rich man. He thought of the pile of Chen Jinji's rouge powder hidden on the bed of Lao Bizhai. He smiled gently and said, "There is a little girl at home, I'm such a thing."
Have done too much."
Mo Shanshan’s long and slightly sparse eyelashes blinked, and did not continue to ask anything. He turned around and lifted the curtain to look outside. His cheeks, which had just become rosy, turned pale again.
People in the camp were transporting the remains of the victims and collecting wood. Depending on the situation, they were about to be cremated. On the outside of the camp, the work of the temple cavalry to harvest the horse thieves' heads was almost finished, and the black gold-patterned light armor was stained with blood.
There are countless heads in the sack, and it looks bulging.
The Central Plains Alliance Army was ordered by the Xiling Temple to enter the wasteland to aid Yan. Except for the Tang army on the Western Front, the eastern fronts all used their heads to discuss their merits. Today, the Temple Cavalry has obtained at least 300 heads, which is naturally a great achievement.
In theory, this military achievements are mainly because it should be returned to the disciples of Mochiyuan and Yan *** people, but the cavalry in the temple robbed the merits unscrupulously. Although Mo Shanshan did not care about this matter, she could clearly feel that the camp was
The people who were silently preparing for cremation in their hearts became increasingly sad and depressed.
The commander of the temple cavalry looked at the girl Talisman who lifted the curtain of the car. He noticed that she was in good spirits and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He thought that this woman had just taken a great risk to force the border to display the Talisman, but she didn't expect that it would only take such a short time.
He can reply as before, and he is indeed one of the three fools in the world who are as famous as Lord Si.
"It turns out that it was the mountain master here. I didn't know about it before, so I came late to rescue. Please forgive me."
The head of the temple cavalry looked calm, and in one sentence he kept his troops in motion, watched the attack on the camp coldly, bowed and expressed his rare respect to the book maniac Mo Shanshan, and then said: "Miss is in the carriage on the meadow."
, She asked me to invite the mountain master to meet him."
The Western Apostasy Army was directly managed by the Judgment Department. The lady he mentioned, if it were not Daoqi Ye Hongyu, would naturally be the flower scammer. Mo Shanshan knew this very well, and she knew that the flower scammer was above the meadow.
"Mochiyuan is ordered by the temple to escort the food and grass into the royal court. He is in charge of the position of the corps, so he dare not leave easily."
Mo Shanshan said as he looked at the commander of the temple cavalry on his horse.
The commander smiled and said, "Miss and the mountain master have not seen each other for several years. I hope to meet each other very deeply."
This is said peacefully, with affection, but it also reveals a sense of strength.
Mo Shanshan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If you really hope to meet, she could come down from above the meadow to see me. Since she hadn't seen her before, she wouldn't have to see her again at this time."
This is calm and ridiculous, but it does not hide the stronger meaning.
The head of the temple cavalry looked slightly dark, and he looked at her sitting at the front of the carriage in silence. He didn't know what was thinking about in his heart. Finally, he turned around and left without saying a word.
When he reached the camp, a temple cavalry walked up to his horse with two knives.
The commander looked at the complex patterns engraved on these two simple swords, and although he could not see the meaning for a while, as a powerful man in the Dongxuan Realm, he instinctively felt the beauty and realm hidden in it, and his eyes lit up.
Just as he was about to take these two knives as spoils, and when he was studying for a long time in the future, a crisp and angry voice sounded not far away.
"That's ours!"
The Tmall woman stared at the commander who was on the horse angrily, her face covered with fine beads of sweat, her body covered with dust and blood, and she was so dirty. She looked like she had been searching for these two knives outside the camp for a long time.
The commander smiled faintly, lifted the horse's reins and was ready to leave, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it.
The Tmall girl took a quick step, rushed to his horse's head like a gust of wind, holding the ebony handle in her hand, staring at him and refused to make way, without any concealing the hatred in her clear eyes.
Several temple cavalry walked forward without hesitation, trying to push her away.
With a clear voice, Tmall girl's sword was unsheathed. Looking at the temple cavalry who were much taller than her, she was not afraid, and her voice trembled slightly and said angrily: "You have cut the horse thief's head. Do you still want to steal ours."
weapon?"
The commander of the Temple Cavalry looked at her coldly and said, "The disciples of Mochiyuan are either talismans or swords. When will you start using swords?"
Zhuo Zhihua and other disciples of Mochiyuan watched the conflict here and rushed over. They found that the petite junior sister was surrounded by these shameless temple cavalrymen. The anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally could not help but burst out.
After coming out, the sound of the sword body rubbing the sheath sounded heavily, and it confronted the temple cavalry.
The atmosphere between the court suddenly became extremely tense. Although the elite cavalry of the Temple were the first, the number of disciples of Mochiyuan was very small, and they were exhausted, with the perseverance and iron-blooded breath, they did not retreat.
A gust of winter breeze blows in the meadow, and Mo Shanshan slowly walks over. The white dress on his body is blown up by the wind, with a cold expression and calm eyes. She looks at the temple cavalry with impatience and
The commander immediately said calmly: "My Mochiyuan disciple wants to use a knife. Do you also need to explain this to the temple?"
The commander of the Temple Cavalry looked at her silently and suddenly said, "The Lord of the Mountain seems to be a little unreasonable."
Mo Shanshan said: "Does the temple now think that thieves make sense?"
The head of the temple cavalry changed slightly and felt humiliated. Looking at her and the disciples of Mochiyuan who were holding a show sword in front of the horse, he said in a cold voice: "It actually compares the temple with the thief, so disrespectful! Could it be that the ruling department wants to ask
Lord Saint, how did he teach his apprentice!”
Mo Shanshan responded calmly: "I am a teacher on behalf of my family, waiting to judge the teachings of the throne."
The commander of the temple cavalry clearly guessed that the book sect should be trying to make a lot of energy at this time, but he did not dare to offend him casually. He stared at the eyes of the girl Fu Shi Master and suddenly spoke: "The mountain master was ordered by the temple to transport food and grass into the royal court.
, This matter is related to the major issues of peace talks between the two sides. Now that the food and grass are completely destroyed, I don’t know how the mountain master explains to the temple and the coalition forces. If the peace talks between the two sides break down, I don’t know if you can afford it.”
"How to explain to the temple and the coalition forces is my business, it has nothing to do with you." Mo Shanshan blinked his eyelashes slightly and said softly: "Even if I don't explain, you can't kill me here..."
She raised her head, quietly looked into the eyes of the temple cavalry commander, and said, "Or kill everyone here."
The commander of the temple cavalry frowned slightly.
Mo Shanshan gently stroked the hair that was blown by the wind to his cheeks and said calmly: "Since you won't kill us all, what are you still here to do? Put down your knife and go."
The commander of the Temple Cavalry was silent for a long time, and threw the two Park knives on the saddle to the ground casually. He looked at her and smiled, saying, "I hope to meet the mountain master again in the royal court."
The Tmall woman put her sword into the sheath, pushed away the temple cavalry in front of her, rushed to the commander's horse and picked up the two Pu swords, hugged them tightly in her arms like a treasure, staring at each other vigilantly.
Mo Shanshan did not answer the invitation or threat from the temple cavalry commander, and turned around and walked back to the camp.
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In the deep winter wasteland, the sun will disappear soon along the low sky in the south. The battle begins in the early morning. When the battlefield is cleaned, it is almost dusk and the light becomes dim.
The dense sound of horse hooves above the meadow rang like thunder, and then gradually lowered. The temple cavalry escorted Aunt Qunimadi, the girl in the carriage, the Tianyu Academy, Baita Temple and others, and stayed away with smoke and dust.
The bloody twilight enveloped the camp, making the blood stains on the ground and the carriage board even more dazzling. The damaged carriage board, carriage fragments and hay were piled up in one place, as if it was about to burn in the sunset.
After a while, these things were really ignited, and the fire instantly became larger with the wind on the field, gradually swallowing up the bodies of the victims piled up on it.
Amid the crackling sound, you can vaguely see the extremely confused and complicated scenes of melting and charred deformation, and a terrifying and disgusting smell of burnt smell began to spread in the air.
The survivors surrounding the crematorium lowered their heads and began to recite the rebirth orders in the Haotian Taoist Song in unison. The monotonous syllables were repeated, praying that the souls in the flames could return to Haotian's arms smoothly. At first, they were a little noisy.
The chaotic voice later became more and more neat, a low and compassionate atmosphere.
Ning Que did not get off the carriage because he was seriously injured. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked silently at the flames in the distance. Listening to the chanting and praying of people, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the high and distant sky above his head.
The sky in the wasteland was as clean as he knew it, but at this time, under the setting sun, it naturally became two completely different worlds. The dark blue side in the near night was like the sea, and the burning side in the near day was like fire.
When he came to this world, he could not explain that he had contacted the belief in Haotian in Chang'an City in his childhood. His master, Master Yan Se, was worshipped by Haotian South Gate and a great priest with seats in the Xiling Temple.
So he naturally believed in Haotian like most people in the world.
However, at this moment, just before the countless souls in the flames, under the ocean and the flame-like sky, his view of the world was gradually changing.
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People camped again among the meadows and spent a long and cold night. In the early morning of the next day, dozens of cavalry and cavalry of Yan State who survived returned to the south with their wounded soldiers. They were the direct descendants of the Prince of Chongming and knew that they met yesterday.
Why did the Temple Cavalry have such an attitude when they attacked? I also knew that even if I went to the royal court, I would not be able to seek any justice at all. There was even a great danger that I would be punished by the Temple, so I naturally chose to return home.
The disciples of Mochiyuan, Dahe Country, did not ride south with Yan, but set off again in two carriages and a few horses, and drove towards the left tent royal court in the northeast direction.
Looking at the desolate scenery outside the car window and the remaining snow among the sparse grass, Ning Que coughed twice, took out the handkerchief prepared by Sangsang from his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, turned his head and looked at the girl in white opposite him and asked.
: "Why go to the royal court?"
"The food team always needs an explanation, and..."
Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long period of silence, he said, "I'm very angry."
Ning Que looked at her and laughed, saying, "I find that I like you a little."
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(The task was completed on Thursday, I was almost vomiting. There are still three days left. I'll go, my relatives...)