Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 52 Someone is in the mountains
Volume 2: Winter Lake, Chapter 52: Someone is in the mountains
The silly smile looked particularly clean in the white snow forest, as if it could infect every snow on the branches and every blade of grass under the snowdrift. However, the flames turned into talismans in the snow pit in front of the two of them were obviously
It has no appeal. It was blown by the cold wind and swaggered for a long time, but it still failed to grow in size.
Ning Que looked at the small flames on the black clothes of the body of the Adjudication Department Deacon, and found with some embarrassment that the gap between his Talisman skills and the girl Talisman Master next to him turned out to be so big. Last night, Mo Shanshan casually cast a Talisman, and the Adjudication Department
The deacon was burned to ashes, but his black clothes were not damaged at all. The talisman he carefully wrote in Chang'an City was completely weak compared to it. How many days would it take to burn the body to ashes?
cigarette?
Mo Shanshan noticed the awkward look on his face and could barely hold back his laughter. He lowered his head to suppress his smile and flicked his fingers exposed outside his cotton sleeves, causing a fire to burst into the snow pit.
Those almost blazing white flames appeared for a moment and disappeared for a moment. Ning Que stood by the pit and before he could feel the scorching heat, he discovered that the snow in the pit melted into water and gradually seeped into the ground, and the body of the deacon of the Judgment Department had disappeared.
This time, all the heavy black clothes were burned.
Ning Que sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him - one of the talismans lies in talent, and the use of talismans is ingenuity. The talismans he wrote are far inferior to those of bookworms, and at this time, he can't even see how the bookworms can do it.
I understand, but I can’t help but feel a little resentful.
"Master Yan Se said that I am a genius that is rare to see in a millennium in Fu Dao. But after I have been with you for a long time, I always feel that he is lying to me, or that his vision is much worse than that of Master Shusheng."
He looked at Mo Shanshan's beautiful and childish features and confirmed that the girl should be about the same age as him. He was embarrassed to ask how old she was, so he shook his head and said with emotion: "You are the real genius of Talisman."
Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously: "Thirteenth Senior Brother, when did you start learning Talisman Tao?"
Ning Que counted the days and replied: "It's almost half a year since spring."
Mo Shanshan looked into his eyes quietly, and after a long time he sighed softly and said, "In this case, Master Yan Se's vision is indeed correct. You are indeed a genius of Fu Tao."
Ning Que was very happy to hear this, especially when he thought about his usual bragging about Chen Pipi, he felt much more at ease. He smiled and asked seriously: "Am I really strong?"
Mo Shanshan nodded, then thought of something and asked curiously: "What kind of person is your master?"
Ning Que thought for a while and replied honestly: "He is a dirty old man who is very lewd and lustful."
Mo Shanshan was startled for a moment, then understood something and said softly: "I'm asking Master, because I'm very curious about what kind of person he is who can teach students like you on the second floor of the academy."
Ning Que laughed a little sheepishly and said, "Perhaps it's hard for you to believe that although I am now traveling through the wasteland relying on the reputation of Master's personal disciple, I have never met his old man once."
Mo Shanshan blinked slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear this answer.
After Ning Que thought for a moment, he said seriously: "But based on what I know about the senior brothers and sisters on the second floor, I think he must be a very proud, proud, and amazing guy."
In this world, the only ones who dare to use the word "guy" to call the Master are probably the guys in the back of the academy. As for his descriptions, they are actually all nonsense. Of course people like the bookworm Mo Shanshan know that the Master is very great.
, and why can’t a person who has reached Master’s level not be so proud?
"Who is your master, Mr. Shu Sheng?" Ning Que looked at her and asked curiously.
Hearing the teacher's name, Mo Shanshan's expression became a little complicated, a little awed, a little cold and confused. She slowly lowered her head, turned around and walked out of the snow forest, saying that she did not want to talk about this matter.
Ning Que looked at the cold and rustling figure in the snowy winter forest, frowned, and looked back at the snow pit to confirm that the work of destroying the corpses and eradicating traces was completed perfectly, and quickened his pace to chase after the figure.
The hooves trampled on the white snow, and the big black horse walked with its head down carrying heavy luggage.
It looked at the two clear footprints on the snow in the forest, and at the two silent young men and women in front of the footprints. It felt a little confused. It thought that when it came, it dragged the stone grass with it, but when it came back, you didn't seem to care about the footprints.
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Suddenly, the big black horse wanted to understand something and couldn't help but feel very angry. He shook his head angrily and galloped towards the edge of the snow forest just like he had done before.
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Ning Que tied the branches and dry firewood that the big black horse had worked so hard to carry behind it with a rope, patted the horse's back with satisfaction, took out the strange-looking grass from his arms, and stuffed it into the horse's mouth as a reward.
Mo Shanshan watched this scene curiously, thinking that the people coming out of the second floor of the academy were weird, and even these animals were so weird, as if they could understand human nature, and he didn't know how they were taught.
Ning Que said: "To clear traces on the snowfield, Master Haotian sending a blizzard is of course the best way. If it doesn't snow, then we have to be more careful. At least the way we came and the way we returned cannot be the same.
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Mo Shanshan asked in confusion: "I know that those grasses were used for this purpose, so why should I burn them and have to go to Dahei to find branches for use?"
Ning Que explained calmly: "Because I wanted to try the power of the fire talisman I wrote, but I wasn't sure it could burn very brightly, so I wanted to use grass to support the combustion. Unexpectedly, it still didn't work. I still need your help.
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Being able to talk about his own embarrassment so calmly showed how shameless he was. However, the big black horse behind the two of them, suppressing his temper and walking slowly while paying attention to sweeping the snow and removing traces, was even more sad.
Mo Shanshan didn't pay attention to the rogue spirit in this sentence. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said: "I have been in Mochi since I was a child and was raised by my teacher. He never allowed me to come into contact with the real world. If
If it weren’t for this temple’s edict, and I’m really old, I might not be able to leave the mountain yet.”
As Ning Que listened to the girl's soft narration, a white-haired great practitioner seemed to appear in front of him. He was looking at a five or six-year-old girl by the pool with a serious face, and sternly ordered her to write quietly...
Mo Shanshan looked at the vast mountains in the distance of the snowy field and said quietly: "The so-called three idiots in the world are obsessed with talismans, obsessed with books, obsessed with cultivation, obsessed with flowers and things. If you really want to join the world, in fact, how can you be so wise and shrewd?
man’s opponent.”
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I am not being modest. No matter how ruthless and realistic my methods are, there is no way I can be your opponent. My level of strength can easily destroy all conspiracies."
Mo Shanshan lowered his head and said softly: "I just suddenly figured out something. I don't understand these common things in the world. Lu Chenjia is the same kind of person as me, so she doesn't necessarily understand. If the car on the meadow that day
I am sitting in the carriage, and below are people from the Moon Wheel Kingdom being attacked by horse thieves, so maybe I am too lazy to pay attention."
Ning Que looked at the strands of black hair floating around her slightly round pink cheeks and said, "No, you and the nymphomaniac are not the same type of people. She is obsessed with flowers, so she can treat other people like dirt and just use them to plant flowers."
, although you are obsessed with books, the world in your eyes is still a normal world, and you do not use the blood of ordinary people like us as ink."
Mo Shanshan felt that this description was very bloody, but very appropriate. He raised his head and looked into his eyes quietly, and said seriously: "Am I really not a nymphomaniac?"
"Of course not." Ning Que said with a smile: "Even if you are all ignorant, you are also kind and ignorant."
The description of ignorance is not bloody, but it is not appropriate either. I believe no one will like it. Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, but there was joy in his bright eyes and asked: "Is this a joke?"
Ning Que wanted to say that this was the truth, but looking at this beautiful and childish face so close to him, he nodded anyway.
Mo Shanshan turned around and said nothing. His thin and red lips were pursed tightly, and his pink cheeks were slightly bulging. He was not suppressing anger, but suppressing a smile.
"It would be better if... you weren't a liar. Of course, you are already very good now, because you know how I feel, so you still lied in the end."
Mo Shanshan lowered her head and walked forward quietly, thinking about the above sentence in her heart. Her feet did not leave any traces on the snow. It was not intentional, but she felt that she was really going to float.
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Back at the tent, Ning Que had a serious conversation with the woman from the wilderness and asked her to do something. As a result, the woman who participated in the winter ceremony and was not allowed to return to the tribe according to the rules of the wilderness turned out to be
Without saying a word, he handed the child over to the two original young men and women, and returned to the tribe.
Two days later, the Deserter woman came back with not very good news, but Ning Que didn't care, because he knew that it was indeed extremely difficult for the Deserter tribe to trust him, a Central Plains native.
Fortunately, he still got some useful information, such as the caravan from Tuyang City and what happened in the past few days when the wilderness tribe occupied the wilderness.
Leaving the winter forest and heading north, the temperature becomes increasingly colder, especially if you have to enter the extreme northern foothills of Tianqi Mountain. The bay-red horse in Moshan Mountain will definitely not be able to bear it, so it was left to the deserted mother and son.
After the two parties said goodbye, the two of them embarked on the journey again.
Mo Shanshan asked: "What should we do next?"
Ning Que said: "Enter the mountain."
Mo Shanshan was slightly startled and asked, "Is the Book of Heaven in the mountain?"
Ning Que looked at the snow peaks in the distance, and after a moment of silence he said, "I'm not sure, but I'm sure the people from the temple are in the mountains."
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Because of the cold weather and the high altitude of the mountain, there are not many plants here. The mountain wind is strong and strong, and all the loose soil and snow are blown away, exposing the deep black rock surface below.
On the edge of a protruding cliff between the black rock walls, a young man wearing a black adjudicator's robe stood here, looking at the lead clouds, wind and snow in the distance, as if they were melting into the rock wall.
Goshawks cannot come here, so there is no difficulty for him. There is not even a trace of pride on his perfect but slightly pale cheek, because he is Prince Longqing.
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(I started coding today. Just when I was about to get into the mood, I received a phone call. A long-time friend suddenly got divorced. After talking about this, my mind started to go crazy, and then I gave up. I kept doing it for six or seven hours.
, I’m really tired. Tomorrow is Saturday, but I asked for leave a few days ago, so I won’t rest tomorrow. See you tomorrow. I wish you all a happy weekend.)