Deep in the Western Wilderness, a scholar full of dust appeared on the edge of Tiankeng. He watched the yellow temple between the giant peaks in the center of Tiankeng and said, "Where is my younger brother?"
Naturally, the scholar was the master of the academy. After the news that the black carriage appeared in the Hangong Temple to Chang'an City, he stepped on the journey to find Ning Que again. Even though his face was already embarrassed, the realm became unstable.
His voice was soft. On the wasteland full of snow, it would disappear at most a few feet. However, in the yellow temple between the distant giant peaks, some people clearly heard it.
A quiet and majestic voice sounded slowly in the air in front of the master, as if a letter was opened to open the edge, and the calm display was exposed to those who wanted to see this letter.
This is the sound of the first seat of Xuankong Temple.
"Where is the daughter of Pluto?
The elder brother looked at the temple in the snow and fog. After a long time, he knew the meaning of the first sentence of the scriptures. He didn't know how to answer, so he was only silent.
The sound of the first section sounded again in front of him, such as the bell of awakening.
"The world of people is a human world. There are many bitter places, but there are many joy. Everyone who is in the middle has the responsibility and obligation to maintain the existence of the world. This is why the daughter of Pluto cannot exist."
"Killing the daughter of Pluto is not the two things of Buddhism, but the willingness of the entire world. Since Ning Que will die with her, if the academy wants to return to Ning Que, it will have to be with the whole world.
Will back. "
"The academy is the foundation of the Tang Dynasty.
The elder brother coughed twice with pain in his mouth, his face was a little pale.
More than ten days ago, the Temple of Xiling officially complained about the true identity of the daughter of Pluto in the world, which directly led to the most intense disputes in the Datang Chao and Japan for hundreds of years.
It is clear that almost all officials and people have questioned the academy.
The sound of the first section of the Suspension Temple rose with the snow on the edge of the Tiankeng. It was full of compassion and affirmation: "Even if you know where Ning Que is, find that black carriage, what can you do? Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it?
Kill the people all over the world, bring that black carriage back to the academy? You have no way to take them away, and there is no way to prevent people from being able to prevent people.
Even if you are the fastest people in the world, even if the master shot in person, it doesn't make any sense. "
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Tear off the black umbrella fragments. Buried the Buddha's chessboard, and the bitter monk sprinkled on the wasteland, and there was no way to determine the trace of the black carriage as it was like a few days ago.
The Buddha light is also difficult to organize an effective interception line.
In the subsequent days, the fleeing of the black carriage was very smooth. Even the calm and happy is not like running, but more like a long trip traversal through the wasteland.
For ordinary people, the wasteland in autumn and winter is cold and clear, and the prey is seriously lacking. If you leave the big team alone, it is easy to get lost, or you are in a unique bureau because of your use.
But for Ning Que and Sang Sang, this is the most familiar and favorite environment for them. Just like it is in the mountains, they would rather be willing to deal with the ferocious beasts and cruel nature.
The seemingly rough and sly hunter said a word.
The Yang Yang hardwood bow is buzzing from time to time, the feather arrows penetrate the snow or cold wind, and the prey is accurately shot. That is a beautiful pot of broth, or the roasted baked objects with seductive oil on the fire rack.
Whether it is a snow rabbit that is hard to find by the best hunter, or even a strong snow consumers that a small grassland tribe is unable to kill, it is a food that Ning Que can easily obtain.
Walking on the wasteland. Ning Que and Sang Sang are like a fish walking in the stream, hunting hidden traces, and cooked water to cook water. Everything is so familiar, as if he has lived a long time ago.
There was a horsepower who was suppressed but couldn't suppress the joy, penetrating the snow and snow.
The horseshoe went back silently. Ning Que jumped from the horse's back, holding a snow wolf with peeled peeling in his hand. The big black horse arched the arch white cloth cover, and the exposed eyes were covered with saliva.
After a while, a pot of snow wolf broth was cooked, and the aroma was tightly closed in the carriage. Outside the carriage, the big dark horse was constantly chewing the meat pieces, shaking his head and shaking, and very happy.
Ning Que was filled with a bowl of soup, and a few pieces of wolf meat were sandwiched in the soup.
Sang Sang drank the soup and ate a piece of wolf meat, and said, "I said that the wolf meat was too thick before, not delicious."
Ning Que said: "After a circle, I didn't see anything else."
Sang Sang said: "If you let Tangtang's little wolf know that you eat wolf meat, you must hate you?"
Ning Que said with a smile: "Big black is not afraid of the little wolf, what else do I still care about? Besides, although they are all snow wolves, it is not a relative. Tangtang's little snow wolf is the snowfield giant wolf.
. ""
The wolf soup ate halfway, Ning Que put the rest in the car to freeze, and then returned to the carriage, prepared for a while, watching Sang Sang watching the black chess piece in a daze, and asked: "What are you thinking about
"?"
Sang Sang raised his head and looked at him and said, "I'm thinking, those words to you in the Washan Zen Temple."
Ning Que's expression was slightly different, saying: "Those last words?"
Sang Sang said.
Ning Que said: "What do you think of messy things to do? Now I have figured it out that the cold and cold atmosphere in your body is not a disease, but it is just a logo left by Pluto. Naturally, it will not die."
Sang Sang looked down at the black chess piece of the palm of the palm and said, "If the cold atmosphere is the sign left by Pluto in my body, will the disease represent the daughter of Pluto wake up?"
Ning Que said after thinking about it: "It may be like this."
Sang Sang put away his fingers and held the black chess piece tightly in his palm. After a long time, he said, "If my illness develops again, what should I do, will I die?"
Ning Que took her into her arms, patted her back gently, and said, "You are the daughter of Pluto, how can you die?"
Sang Sang leaned on his chest, and his voice trembled slightly, "But I am worried ... the moment when Pluto's daughter woke up, I was gone, Sang Sang was gone."
Ning Que understood her words and held her tighter. He said, "I don't know, but I think the teacher must have another way to cure your illness."
Sang Sang raised his face and looked at him and asked, "Do you really trust the college so much?"
From the moment when the doctor's Mansion's killing was killed, for more than ten years, except Sang Sang, Ning Que never completely trusted anyone, including the people in Weicheng.
The casualness is actually doubtful. The surface is mild, but it is extremely indifferent. Sang Sang knows what kind of person he is, so some can't understand the present. His trust in the academy still has no shake.
"I said, if this is the last trust, of course, we must leave it to the teacher. From the perspective
A person who is too rational is tired, very hard, and it is very boring. "
Ning Que looked at the snow outside the window and said, "Especially now. The whole world has abandoned us. If even teachers and brothers no longer trust, then we will become more lonely."
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The wind and snow in the late autumn is gradually resting, and there are more and more people who can see on the road. They even see a caravan.
A pair of eyes of Xuankong Temple, Ning Que wants to hide his whereabouts, becoming more and more difficult,
During the day, you can often see the pagoda warning. When you enter the night, you can occasionally see the fireworks.
The cavalry of the hard -working monk and the king court of the right has been densely covered on the wasteland in the northeast.
Ning Que even believes that the army in the Moonlon Kingdom is waiting for himself in the farther away, and the Northeast route is too dangerous.
Between the court and the western wasteland, there is a sloppy swamp that stretches thousands of miles. If you want to pass by forcibly, it is very adventurous.
For Ning Que, it is not a difficult test, because according to the unparalleled state of the master, he has changed the fleeing plan, and has been northeast in the past few days, just to confuse the enemy.
He didn't know that his brother went to Xuankong Temple at the expense of himself. He and Sang Sang were not alone, but he knew that if he wanted to get rid of the dilemma, the best way was to let the brother find himself.
He has no knowledge of the legendary unparalleled realm. He just let his own thoughts go blindly.
Brother can speculate on the basis of trust, and then draw conclusions.
People in Chang'an City must know that he and Sang Sang are in the Western Wasteland. The master did not show up. It should be that he could not confirm the specific location of him and Sang Sang.
There are relatively accurate maps in consciousness, and there are also fixed points.
So his goal is the capital of the month.
One day, the clear sky. Ning Que's most worried thing finally happened.
Sang Sang's little face became a little pale. She started coughing, without sputum or coughing blood. It was cold, just like the ice cubes that were melted outside the carriage, her body was slightly cold.
I don't know where to float a dark cloud, hanging in the sky above the black carriage.
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(Sorry, there is no other problem today. There is no other problem. I re -examined the details and found a lot of problems. I felt that the content of the original preparation was not right, too dense, so I planned to correct it at night and put some branches and leaves at night, and put some branches and leaves at night, and put some branches and leaves at night.
The plot was cut off, but it was all reluctant meat. The process of cutting must be very painful. There was no effort to do other things.
There are updates, more than three chapters, this week's rest day is on Sunday, because someone has a birthday that day, um, for us Yichang people, this is the most important birthday of our lives, I wish you all a happy weekend.) {Floating
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