Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 60: Thoughtful
Volume 2: The Lake of Winter Chapter 60 Thoughts
Mo Shanshan has been looking at the lake.
She is the best Talisman Master among the younger generation. Before Ning Que appeared, she was already the successor of the Talisman Master.
As Master Yan Se said, the formation is the great talisman, and the best talisman master is undoubtedly the best formation master. When she looked at the lake, she wanted to see through the magical formation of Daming Lake.
She stood by the lake and watched carefully all night, and finally roughly guessed the origin of this green valley.
There is a large formation deep in the clear lake water. Its specific effect is unknown, but it is enough to block the sight and even the perception of telekinesis. There should be a more powerful formation above the valley, which is enough to block the influence of nature.
According to her analysis, the world is extremely cold this year. The cold wave between heaven and earth surges from the north. The outer formation shrouding the valley breaks at the right time. The plants in the valley, which were locked in vitality by the formation, regenerate and the greenery spreads.
, only then can we see a green patch of green before our eyes, which just confirms what Prince Longqing said on the snow cliff.
It’s just that after the formation of the valley is broken, the greenery is reborn, and the cold air from the natural world is also poured in. The spring in the valley has not yet reached its peak, but it will fade away because of the coldness. This is where the thin ice on the lake comes from.
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Mo Shanshan sat quietly by the lake, his hands on his knees kept moving slowly and silently doing calculations. He kept calculating, but he still couldn't figure out under what circumstances the formation deep in the lake would be activated.
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"Could it be that we have to wait until all the lake water freezes, or activate a certain mechanism to drain all the lake water and make the formation hub useless before the Demon Sect Mountain Gate can be reopened?"
She frowned slightly, looking at the calm lake reflecting the light of the night stars, a little unsure. The deeper she studied this formation, the more she could feel the wisdom and power contained in this heaven-defying formation.
Power, towards the Demon Sect back then and the seniors who set up this great formation, one cannot help but have a strong sense of awe.
The morning light gradually came, Mo Shanshan slowly opened his eyes, woke up from the empty state of mind, turned to look beside him, and saw Ning Que still sitting on the stone by the lake fishing, it was funny that his eyes were closed, he had obviously drifted away.
Once caught, his head moved up and down gently with the waves of the lake, as if he was fishing with his head.
Perhaps feeling her gaze, Ning Que woke up. He rubbed his eyes and then his stomach, looked at the girl who was looking at him intently, and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Mo Shanshan nodded slightly, looked at the reflection in the lake in front of him, and said softly: "I'll do it right away."
The reflections of the two people in the lake are very clear, and they appear to be closer.
Ning Que asked: "I'm really tired of eating dried meat. Can the food be improved?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the willow branch in his hand and asked curiously: "Did you catch any fish?"
Ning Que smiled and replied: "The fishhook has been bitten away by that guy. How can I catch it?"
Mo Shanshan stood up, his cotton skirt trembling slightly in the morning breeze. His right hand slowly came out of his sleeve. Following the fluctuation of a slightly cold breath, a cube of ice suddenly appeared in the lake, an almost transparent ice cube.
There is a very fat, scaleless fish inside, which looks as beautiful as ice-colored amber, rippling gently with the water waves.
Ning Que looked at this scene and said sincerely: "The use of Talisman Dao is wonderful. Junior sister, you should be considered to have entered the realm of transformation. I don't know when I will reach this level."
"Once you break through the realm of cave mystery, you will know that there is nothing mysterious about this method."
Mo Shanshan said calmly, but he was thinking about other things in his mind. The young Talisman Master who regards the Tao of Talisman as extremely sacred thought that if she wasn't thinking about you wanting to eat something fresh, and if she wasn't thinking about the warm talisman attached to your body, How could I do such a thing if I didn't think that you are at a critical moment of breaking through?
Ning Que picked up the beautiful amber ice cube from the lake. Looking at the jade-like ice cube in the morning light and the fat fish inside that obviously still had the breath of life, he suddenly remembered that when he was on the side of the academy wetland, Chen Pipi was In the scene where I showed myself in the realm of knowing my fate, the fish in the lake were in even more magical condition.
"I'm going to pick some wild vegetables and make a pot of fish soup to drink." He said happily.
Mo Shanshan shook his head and said that he would do it himself. He thought that it was just to help you break through the realm quickly. I have even done things like using Fu Bingyu, so why would I care about helping you make a pot of fish soup?
Ning Que turned his head and looked at the girl's busy back, watching her hurriedly collecting firewood, and couldn't help scratching his head. Never in his life had he thought that one day a bookworm would come to serve him, but in recent years, he has been attracted by Sang. Serving has become a habit for Sang, and he doesn't think this matter is unacceptable.
It didn't take long for the fish soup to be cooked. Ning Que inserted the willow branch fishing rod into the crack of the lakeside stone, took out the salt stone from his luggage, swung it in the pot, filled a bowl of milky white fish soup and drank it. mouth.
His luggage was as heavy as a hill, but it was actually a mountain, with everything in it.
Mo Shanshan raised his arm and wiped the firewood ash from his beautiful round face with his sleeve. He opened his bright eyes, looked at him with expectation and nervousness, and asked, "How is it?"
After such a long time in the ice and snow, it was of course a great enjoyment to be able to drink a bowl of warm fish soup. Ning Que smiled and praised it a few times, and then said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring any seasoning, otherwise it would definitely be better. ."
It was a very casual sentence, mainly a compliment, but this was the first time in the bookworm girl's life that she had cooked food independently, and it also had some other vague meanings, so she was not very happy after hearing this sentence.
She held a bowl of fish soup with her head lowered, gently blowing on the foam and hot air on it, blinking her long eyelashes slightly, and asked softly after a moment: "Is it worse than what you usually eat?"
"In the wilderness, where are the conditions for making delicious food?"
Ning Que finished the soup in the bowl and started to eat the fish. He said vaguely: "My family has never made any good ingredients in his life. It always tastes the same when he eats it. He has long been tired of it."
Mo Shanshan noticed keenly that he was talking about my little maid instead of my little maid, so she became more silent. After a moment, she raised her head firmly, looked at him and said seriously: "I will do better and better." ."
After drinking the fish soup and eating dry food, Ning Que continued to sit on the rock by the lake to fish. The willow branch in his hand had been soaked in the lake water and turned white. Moreover, there were no hooks or bait on the branch, except for some naughty small fish. Occasionally they would come and touch them, but no other fish showed the slightest interest in them.
Mo Shanshan spread out the book, sat not far from him and started writing. The light from the winter sun in the sky was reflected by the snowy peaks around Daming Lake into the green valley. The light was warm and beautiful.
When Ning Que was bored fishing, he would occasionally leave the big rock by the lake and come to the girl's side to watch her write. After a few comments, he would pick up a pen and write a few words, and they would appreciate each other's details.
They are both calligraphers who can endure loneliness the most. In this uninhabited green valley, the two of them were writing, admiring calligraphy and looking at the lake. Time flew by slowly, and there was nothing special about it.
Of course, most of the time, Ning Que still sat by the lake fishing.
The unnatural formation outside the green valley has completely faded away. The cold air of the world and the resurrected warm spring in the valley are in contact and resisting each other. Just when the spring is at its strongest, the broad-leaved forest by the lake magically transforms in a very short period of time.
Countless green leaves grow in the sun, swaying in the wind, which is very pleasant.
It was so sleepy in the spring weather. Ning Que held the willow branch and fell asleep unconsciously.
Suddenly he woke up with a start, raised his head and opened his eyes, only to find that there was no beautiful and peaceful Daming Lake in front of him, and there was no trace of Mo Shanshan beside him, there was only desolation.
He came to the wasteland again, a wasteland that only appeared in his dreams and had never been seen with his own eyes.
Today, there are no corpses on the ground in the wilderness, there is no tragic scene of blood soaking the ground, there are no people looking at the sky in fear, there are no butchers and drunkards with indifferent expressions, and there is no that tall figure from behind.
There was only the cold, dry air, the desolate and dark wilderness, and the faint cries of black crows in the distance.
Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked towards the place where the black crows were chirping, but he did not see the sky full of black wings. He only saw three streaks of black smoke suspended steadily in front of the wasteland. He looked at this place indifferently, as if there was something there.
Life is ordinary.
He remembered a dream he had once had, the dream during the journey. In that dream, he had seen a similar scene, and someone beside him said at that time: It is getting dark.
It's getting dark.
Looking at the three black streaks of smoke in the distance, Ning Que suddenly felt a chill in his body. Frost gradually formed on his eyelashes, and his clothes became thin and brittle because he could clearly see the true appearance of the three dark streaks of smoke.
That was not smoke, but countless light or fragments of light. When black light and fragments of black light came together, they became the darkest smoke in the world, which seemed to be able to swallow up all other light.
Because of the fear in his heart, he subconsciously waved his hand, trying to use the willow branch in his hand to break up the three black clouds of smoke and dust. However, the next moment he found that the willow branch in his hand turned into a big black umbrella.
The big black umbrella opened with a roar and covered his body.
He suddenly felt much safer.
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By the Daming Lake, Ning Que was struggling on the verge of breaking through.
On the snowy cliff about dozens of miles away from Daming Lake, Prince Longqing, who had spent his entire life with Ning Que to enter into a broken pact, had also stepped on the threshold of the realm of knowing destiny.
One foot on the threshold is not stable, it may move forward or backward, it is like standing on the dividing line between two worlds, either embracing the divine glory of Haotian, or falling and sinking.
Prince Longqing had been sitting quietly on the snow cliff for a long time. The wind and snow in Tianqi Mountain covered the right half of his body with a thick layer, like armor. The left half of his body was as usual in the world of green valley, with half of it covered with snow.
The snow was half new, so the scene looked a bit strange.
Suddenly, he stood up and calmly dusted off the snow on his body. He didn't even care about leaving the cliff of Enlightenment. He just walked slowly to the bottom of the snow cliff and caught a snow sheep.
Then he let the snow sheep go.
With his back to the greenery and his face to the snow-capped mountains, he was deep in thought, as if feeling something. The greenery in the valley spread up the cliff like mountain vines, and the grass gradually grew among the snow under his feet, like stars.
If you want to get rid of barriers, why bother being trapped in them?
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(After one day of rest, the cold became extremely severe, making me feel dizzy, uncomfortable and sore. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with my brain.)