Volume 2: The Lake of Winter, Chapter 51: White snow and black eyebrows do not deceive each other
The sky cleared up and morning light gradually came. The beasts that woke up and foraged for food walked through the cold-resistant woods, shaking off the snow covering the branches, revealing the true colors of the yellow and black branches. There was more color and life in the vast snowfield, but looking at
The thick blood stains outside the tent were gradually buried by snowflakes, but the girl's face was still pale.
Mo Shanshan in Mogan Mountain has never killed anyone. Mo Shanshan who came to the wasteland started killing people, but she never killed her own people. For the people of Haotian in the Central Plains, it is natural that the people in the temple are their own people.
Her teacher was a guest of the temple, and she believed in Haotian. She was ordered by the temple to go into the wasteland to investigate the enemy's situation, but ended up killing three deacons of the temple's Judgment Department in the dark night yesterday.
Mo Shanshan was not afraid, but she was at a loss and mentally unable to accept the fact. She thought about it for half the night, but still couldn't figure out why the situation developed like this, and why after Ning Que started to fight back,
She naturally used the Burning Sky Talisman to burn the Adjudicator into ashes flying in the sky without even thinking about it.
Ning Que was holding a bowl of broth, squatting at the door of the tent and drinking happily. The mutilated corpses of the black-clad deacons not far outside the tent obviously did not have any impact on his appetite.
His eyes fell on Mo Shanshan's pale cheeks, and he noticed that her usually casual and indifferent eyes now looked a little confused, fragile and helpless. He probably understood something, stood up and said comfortingly: "If you do something, just do it.
Regreting afterward has no meaning other than burdening yourself mentally."
Mo Shanshan shook his head slowly, his beautiful eyelashes flickered slightly, looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "Reflection can help us do less wrong things in the future, or do you not think there is a need to reflect?"
"If we're talking about this inexplicable battle last night..."
Ning Que shrugged, drank the last mouthful of broth left in the bowl, and then said: "Of course there is no need to reflect, I don't care whether they are important figures in the Judgment Department of the temple, I only know that they want to kill me,
Then it is only natural for me to fight back."
Then he added seriously: "These three deacons of the Adjudication Department are weaker than us, but they came to kill us and died in our hands. This is a matter of IQ. And if we are still killed by them, it is a matter of IQ."
There is a problem with emotional intelligence. The former is called stupidity and there is no cure for it, while the latter is called stupidity and there is no cure."
Hearing such vulgar words, Mo Shanshan couldn't help but frowned. Thinking back to last night's battle scene, he explained to the deceased seriously: "Fan Cong Taoism is similar to passive Taoism such as Heaven and Earth Yuanqi Lock or Tianluo Formation."
, the three deacons yesterday did not want to kill you immediately, but just wanted to subdue you."
"But that person immediately wanted to destroy my cultivation."
Ning Que smiled and reminded: "I don't have the habit of being beaten and then trying to reason. As I said before, there is no law to cure this kind of mental retardation in terms of emotional intelligence."
Mo Shanshan said seriously: "Since I am here, of course I will not let you be maimed."
There was a sense of natural confidence in this very ordinary sentence. The girl was in a daze after killing the deacons of the temple's Judgment Department. This does not mean that she would think that those deacons were more powerful than herself.
This kind of words with a hint of protection might make many young and passionate boys feel a little unhappy, but when Ning Que looked at her bright eyes, he felt a little moved, and he felt a little inexplicably nervous because of his move.
In order to get rid of this nervousness as soon as possible, he shook his head and said: "Even if these deacons of the Judgment Department can't deal with us, what about the mother and son of the desert people? When they want to kill people, do you stop them or not?"
Ning Que looked at the girl and said with a smile: "You are kind-hearted. Of course you cannot watch orphans and widowed mothers being bullied. Besides, we have eaten so much dried meat, why are we embarrassed not to help kill a few people?"
Mo Shanshan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the toes protruding from the edge of his thick cotton skirt. He didn't know what to say to this guy at all. He thought to himself that although you and I are not afraid of people in the temple, how can I say it from your mouth?
A few deacons of the temple's Judgment Department, as if they just hit two yellow sheep on the road?
The girl murmured softly: "But they are from the temple."
When cleaning up the corpse last night, Ning Que took out a waistband from the black clothes of the deacon of the Judgment Department that he split in half. Mo Shanshan confirmed the identity of the black deacon, who seemed to be a family member of an important figure in the temple.
However, Ning Que was not afraid, because as long as there was no evidence for this kind of thing, no one would be able to accuse him.
Although he believed in Haotian like everyone else in the world, he had been wandering around since childhood, was used to seeing many ugliness, and struggled to survive at the bottom, so he did not have much respect for legendary places like the temple, and later returned to Chang'an City
After entering the academy, I was influenced by the pride and narcissism in that mountain for a long time, and my awe became even weaker.
And because of his two encounters with Prince Longqing in Chang'an City, his little maid said that the prince was so beautiful. He looked gentle at the time and seemed not to care at all. In fact, he was already unhappy, especially because of the bloody battle in the meadow.
, so now Ning Que not only has no respect for the temple, but is extremely hostile.
Therefore, killing three deacons of the temple's Adjudication Department is really not much different to him than killing three yellow sheep, and it does not cause any psychological impact, spiritual enlightenment, and he even has the intention to see the girl's beauty.
face.
He looked at Mo Shanshan with his head lowered and his innocent and helpless expression. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and poke those cute bulging cheeks. Suddenly he remembered the identity of the other party's bookworm. He forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart and said with relief: "
I will dispose of the body in a while, I am very good at this, so no one will know about it."
It's a pity that there is only one academy in the world, and only the academy can teach students like Ning Que. Although Mo Shanshan is a world-famous bookworm, he still can't smile at the name of the temple and not care at all like him.
Looking at the girl who was still bowing her head in silence, Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't forget what happened on the meadow. Your junior brother was actually killed by the people of the Temple Judgment Department, but they didn't
Just do it yourself, so on the simplest emotional level, you shouldn't be inclined to them."
"You should treat anyone who is not good to you. If the temple is not good to you, then their life and death is none of your business. And you have never seen the desolate people before, why do you want to help the temple kill the desolate people?
The barren man traveled thousands of miles south to get here. The eldest sister did not say that she would chop you with a knife as if she saw a ghost. Instead, she gave you a piece of meat to eat. At this time, she was making broth for you... She ate a piece of meat that has been here for thousands of years.
What is this meat called? This is called fate."
Ning Que raised his arm, patted her shoulder gently, looked back at the tent and said with a smile, "Thank you, eldest sister."
The curtain was opened, and the desert woman came out with a bowl of broth and a few pieces of coarse grain cakes. She looked at him, nodded, smiled, and said, "I should thank you for what happened last night."
The desolate body has a special constitution and its skin is extremely hard. Last night, the black-clothed deacon injured the woman's shoulder with his sword. After the power of Haotian's radiance attached to the wound was eliminated by Mo Shanshan's talisman, she was fine.
The dark-skinned desert boy hid in the curtain, looked at the two Central Plains young men and women curiously, and asked: "You are all Central Plains people, why do you want to help us kill those Central Plains people?"
Ning Que raised his brows slightly and said solemnly, "Because we are good Central Plains people."
The little desert boy scratched his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand what a good Central Plains person was. When the elders convened a tribal meeting before moving south, they didn't seem to have heard of such a term.
Suddenly, he thought of something the elder said. He suddenly understood and patted his forehead. He looked at Ning Que and said, "The elder said that you Central Plains people like to fight among themselves the most. Isn't this called infighting?"
When Mo Shanshan heard this, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks were a little hot, and he didn't know how to respond.
Ning Que didn't take it seriously at all, he smiled and scolded and patted the little boy on the head.
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Under Ning Que's strong request and stubborn persistence, he finally succeeded in getting the girl to join in the work of destroying corpses and exterminating traces. It was not because he had a perverted hobby of seeing the girl's pale face and body trembling in front of the corpse, but because he now
I feel more and more that Mo Shanshan is really a future
Although the young girl who has experienced the world has such a great reputation in the world, she is still a quiet little flower by the ink pond. She cannot withstand the wind and rain at all. If she does not grow up and mature as soon as possible, he will not be able to count on her to help him on the road.
To some extent, it may even hold you back.
In his life experience, disposing of corpses was the second fastest way to help an ignorant girl mature as soon as possible. As for the best way, he hoped he would never think of it again in this life.
The big black horse angrily carried the heavy luggage and dragged countless things, accompanying the young man and woman as they walked into the forest deep in the snowfield. Behind the tight leather rope, there was a complete corpse on the ground.
Two corpses that were incomplete but no longer bleeding, and a large bunch of stone grass used to hide the traces.
Mo Shanshan walked silently in front, and the hem of her cotton skirt was already wet with snow, but she didn't notice it because she hadn't gotten rid of the complicated and bewildered emotions. She had been in awe of Haotian deep in her blood since she was a child.
, how can the respect for the temple be easily erased with a few words? Although she felt that what Ning Que said before seemed very reasonable, she still felt that something was very wrong about this matter.
For a young girl who has been sitting quietly in the Mochi for more than ten years without caring about worldly affairs, the difficulty of transforming her worldview is second only to the difficulty of transforming her outlook on love. Looking at her back, Ning Que felt a little helpless and a little tired.
Walking on the desolate snowfield, his mind suddenly drifted back to Chang'an City, which was relatively far away from the extreme Antarctic, to the shop in the alley, to the little black maid, and silently thought about what would happen if it was Sangsang.
How simple it is, Sangsang will never doubt anything he says.
Of course, Sang Sang's world view, life view, love view, money view, food view, life and death view are all his views.
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Several plump tree rats looked at the scene under the tree warily. There were several human corpses piled in the naturally formed pit. The faint smell of blood made them a little uneasy.
Ning Que threw the large bunch of snow-stained stone grass into the pit, looked at the pale but still serious face of the black-clothed deacon leaning against his right foot, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "The temple needs to be respected.
, the academy also needs to be revered. The mountains behind my academy have always been aloof from the world, but since I entered the wilderness this time, I wanted to represent the face of the academy. However, I saw along the way that the world does not seem to respect me very much."
He turned to look at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile: "If my second senior brother is beaten and killed by the Temple Judgment Department, what do you think he will do? He will definitely not just kill a few people like me."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, thinking about the rumored second gentleman of the academy who was extremely proud, and said, "Then what will he do? Will he kill the Taoist idiot or Prince Longqing?"
"Of course Second Senior Brother would not do that. How could he see someone like a Taoist idiot or Long Qing in his eyes?"
Ning Que smiled and shook his head and said: "According to what I know about him, he might go directly to Taoshan and go to the Judgment Department to cause trouble for the great priest. His idol is his junior uncle. If it weren't for the master's control,
Yan, I'm afraid I've already gone around looking for people to cause trouble. Looking for this kind of excuse, how can I not take the opportunity to get angry?"
Mo Shanshan stared at him blankly, silently wondering what kind of weirdos lived on the second floor of the academy.
"I don't have such strength and confidence. However, glory is my life. If anyone dares to ignore the existence of my academy, I will not hesitate to risk this small life."
Ning Que looked at the sky in silence, his tone indescribable and desolate. If a teardrop could drop from the corner of his eyes or snowflakes could fall on his eyelashes at this time, the scene would definitely be more beautiful.
Mo Shanshan walked with him all the way. Although he was not as familiar as an old friend for many years, he also knew that this man had a bit of a rogue character. Hearing these sonorous and powerful words suddenly spoken by him at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
She stared at his side face seriously and thought silently for a long time. Still a little unsure of her judgment, she asked in a very small and unconfident voice: "Are you lying or joking?"
Ning Que laughed, looked at her and said, "Since there is no reason to lie to you, of course it is just a joke."
Mo Shanshan's brows furrowed slightly, as if he were scratching the paper with a precious purple hair tip, looking extremely dissatisfied.
Ning Que's smile faded slightly, and he looked into her eyes and said seriously: "But to be honest, I never think that the temple is qualified to exercise will on behalf of Haotian. Who can prove that Haotian allows them to be representatives? Maybe we are the ones being targeted.
The people chosen by Haotian need us to safeguard the light and justice of the world, so if we encounter the temple and do such disgusting things in the future, we must refuse to be indifferent and take action when it is time to take action."
He still had a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, but this time Mo Shanshan was not confused by him. Instead, he looked into his eyes and thought carefully for a long time before trying to confirm: "This should be... a joke?"
Ning Que looked at the slightly wrinkled tip of her cute little nose and the confusion and nervousness in her dull eyes. He couldn't help laughing happily. He reached out and took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and said, "You can also say
It's a lie."
Mo Shanshan looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Why do you like to tell lies?"
Ning Que didn't turn around and said: "The habit I developed when I was young, sometimes I can't survive without telling lies."
Mo Shanshan continued to ask: "Then what is your purpose in coming to the wasteland? Why do you want to teach me those dark things? Why do you want to teach me how to kill people? Why do you want me to get used to this?"
The questions asked by simple people are very simple. Because they are simple, they are direct, so they can pierce countless silk armors hidden outside, such as jokes or lies, and point directly to the heart in the chest.
These questions were difficult to answer. After Ning Que stood by the snow pit and thought silently for a moment, he decided to answer honestly. He looked back at her and said calmly: "I want to go into the wilderness to do something important and grab something important. And just like you
As I said a few days ago, when it comes to the critical moment of snatching food, no one will care about my academic background. Not to mention whether I can snatch food from a tiger's mouth, everyone can beat me into a dog."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.
Ning Que flicked the talisman in his hand into the snow pit and continued in a very serious tone: "So I need your help."
Mo Shanshan lowered his head slightly and looked at an unknown place in the snow. He was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "What are you trying to grab?"
"One of the seven heavenly books."
Ning Que looked at her slightly blinking long eyelashes, feeling the emotional changes in her heart at this moment, and said, "You agreed to go into the wasteland with me. I was wondering if it might have something to do with this matter."
Mo Shanshan slowly raised his head, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Master told me after knowing about this matter. I don't expect to get the Book of Heaven, but I am very curious, so I want to come and take a look."
Ning Que smiled and said, "Curious about the Heavenly Book and those strong men who are qualified to snatch it?"
Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and felt that talking to him was easy and comfortable, because he seemed to be able to hear what he was saying in his heart and never think about himself in other ways.
Ning Que was about to say something else.
Mo Shanshan shook his head slightly, looked into his eyes and asked seriously: "I didn't tell you, and you didn't tell me, so can we be considered equal and not cheating on each other?"
This very simple way of thinking usually only exists in the world of children with clear minds, but the girl said it naturally, and Ning Que accepted it naturally, nodded seriously, and even felt relieved.
, because he has very few friends in the world, and he didn’t want to lose one out of nowhere.
Then Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "But your mentality is wrong. Since you and I are in the wilderness, if there is an opportunity, of course we can't miss it, so don't say that you don't dare to hope. If you don't even dare to think about it, then
There’s really nothing you can do.”
Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously: "Is this considered education for me?"
Ning Que smiled sheepishly and said: "Anyway, I have calculated that if the two of us can work well together, even Prince Longqing may not be able to defeat us. Why not give it a try?"
Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said: "Then let's try it, but how will we divide it if we get it?"
"When the time comes, we can make a copy. You take it back to Mochi, and I'll take it back to the academy. Speaking of which, I haven't met the master yet, so I'm going to grab the scroll as a gift to meet him. I feel very excited just thinking about it..."
The more Ning Que talked, the more excited he became.
Mo Shanshan's eyes suddenly flashed with shame and he said, "I want the copy you copied."
Ning Que waved his hand and said boldly: "You pick first."
Standing in the snow, the two of them laughed a little foolishly as they imagined a bright future with almost zero possibility.
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(Hey, hey, I wish you girls a happy holiday. Hey, hey, my latest strength is that I can turn anything into a happy thing. Hey, hey, I wish you all the best.)