Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 27 without thrush, flames and sea water

Listening to the endless crying in the camp, the temple cavalry leader frowned.

He could understand the indifference of the disciples of Mochiyuan in Dahe Kingdom, but he didn't care about the indifference of the other party.

The cold and magnificent sword edge stabbed into the horse thief's neck and cut off his head with every turn, regardless of whether the dead horse thief's eyes were open or closed, he threw it into the big bag.

The Temple Cavalry began to reap the level of horse thieves.

Although many horse thieves died outside the camp in the early hours of the first counterattack, died from the rune fire, died from the desperate resistance of the food team, but at this moment no one would compete with these temple cavalry.

The people in the camp were busy treating the seriously wounded, carrying the remains, clearing the losses, saving the few remaining grains and grass, and dissolving the sadness and anger in their hearts.

Taking the broken car array as the dividing line, the camp and the outside naturally divided into two worlds.

The temple cavalry commander looked at the ruined camp and looked at the obvious traces of battle. Imagine the admiration of the horse thieves and fierce battles that the camp experienced before the arrival of the reinforcements.

His eyes fell on the wreckage of the carriage in the middle of the camp, his pupils shrunk, and there was no figure of the girl runeman, nor did he see the shadow of the blackened sè.

After a moment of silence, he kicked the horse's belly and urged the horse to pass a gap in the carriage formation, and came to the Mochiyuan disciples who were busy treating the wounded and asked, "Who is responsible for you here?"

At his discretion, Hua tied a piece of cloth tightly to the blood opening of the broken arm of a civilian husband, gently lifted the silk that had been condensed in front of his forehead, and turned to look at the immediate leader without answering him.

A disciple of Mochiyuan listened to the question and subconsciously looked back at a carriage in the camp.

Suddenly thinking of what Ning Que had previously confessed, Tmall Girl handed the wounded medicine to a sister next to her and trot outside the camp.

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In addition to the mule horses, the food delivery team also has three carriages. The carriage where the girl rune was located has been previously fragmented by the initial shock of that rune, and the other two carriages are intact.

At this time, the **** horse was waiting boringly outside one of the carriages. The light in the carriage was dim. Only when the winter wind of the wilderness lifted the corner of the curtain, the inside became a little brighter. There was a parcel resting quietly on the carriage. The degree of sag, this package obviously has a weight that is not commensurate with the volume.

Ning Que reached out and wiped the blood from the mouth and nose. He reached into the basin beside him and washed it with clean water. Then he took a small copper box and opened it. Looking at some shabby things in the box, he shook his head.

"A girl's family, why is there so little fat powder?"

"This is not mine, it's theirs."

Mo Shanshan, who was sitting opposite, looked at Ning Que intently. It seemed that only by concentrating all her spirits could she let her indifferent eyes fall on his face accurately. At this time, her eyes clearly contained some doubts.

"As far as I know, girls in Dahe Country value makeup very much. Last year, a kind of eyebrow makeup was popular in Chang'an City. I heard that it came from you. Why don't you guys care about this?"

Ning Que looked down and grinded the greasy powder, his movements were very skilled.

"Why do people who care about monks care about makeup?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, and seeing that he did not want to discuss this issue, the eyebrows drawn by Hei Li's ink brush slowly rose, and asked, "Why do you need makeup?"

Ning Que raised her head, stretched her hand to lift the silk in her forehead, moved her fingers freely a few times, then combed the black waterfall like a waterfall, and then picked up a very delicate wooden hairpin beside her.

"Because we need you very spiritually now."

He concentrated on picking the shades of rouge and explained casually: "The temple guys are all neuropathy. Although they are logically shameless, they will not be crazy anytime and anywhere, but no one knows, in order not to make them shameless. Pass it out, will they do something crazier. "

Ning Que used a fingernail to pick up a rouge, thin it out, and then dipped it into a pure white cotton parcel that was specially found, instructing the girl rune to lift her face and say, "The only thing we can use to deter them now is you, So you have to be a little bit more energetic, not as weak as you are now, and you may die at any time. "

"What is the relationship between the two?" Mo Shanshan asked seriously.

"Although you are a book nerd known to the whole world, it is enough to deter the group of cavalry, but if you are too weak, you will be prone to certain neurotic madness. Master Disciple's closed disciples ... I understand that this kind of psychological factor is very difficult to explain. You only need to know that there are a lot of life-and-death fights in the world, often just because someone glances at someone. "

Seeing the azure in the waistline from the blue lake as the waist, and walking in the wilderness until today's **** battle side by side, Ning Que guessed the true identity of Moshan Mountain, which was also the first time he made it clear in his words.

There is only one girl rune who can draw a half rune.

Because there is only one bookworm in the world.

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Mo Shanshan has been a teacher at Moganshan since childhood, and has been obsessed with Shufu for more than ten years. He has not had much secular experience. When facing the lack of this guy who has murdered and survived at the lowest level since childhood, he naturally feels I can learn a lot.

I don't know if she understood Ning Que's words. Anyway, she raised her face very honestly.

Her face was small, her cheeks slightly bulging, and her eyebrows were picturesque. Although she was pale and haggard at the moment, she still looked good.

Ning Que took a small square dipped in rouge, looked at the small face in close proximity, startled, then smiled.

Two years ago, when he was still killing horse thieves in Weicheng, betting money and drinking and bullying Sang Sang, why would he think that he would one day be in the carriage with a bookworm who is one of the world's three idiots, and she still has to be so honest .

Rouge applied to her face, rubbing her fingertips gently, gradually spreading out.

It is not heavy makeup or light makeup.

Mo Shanshan's pale face gradually turned red under his fingers.

The finger gently rubs the girl's small face, which feels good, especially the cheeks of the microdrum, which is soft and soft.

Mo Shan Shanan sat quietly, lowering his head slightly, letting him apply on his face, his eyelashes trembling.

After a while, the makeup is completed, the girl's pale and haggard face looks fresh and beautiful, and the blush looks extremely real.

Ning Quexin thought when his craft became so good? Then he should paint her eyebrows, but noticed that her eyebrows were thin and black, and they looked as beautiful as the painting. After thinking for a while, she finally put down the charcoal pen gently.

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"Do you often do these things?" Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked suddenly.

Ning Que remembered the home life after becoming a rich man in Changan City, thinking about the large amount of Chen Jinji's rouge gouache hidden on the netg of Lao Bi Zhai. He smiled gently and said, "There is a little girl at home, this kind of thing I've done more. "

Mo Shanshan's long and sparse eyelashes blinked, and he didn't continue to ask anything. He turned around and lifted the car curtain to look outside. The cheeks that had just become reddish became pale again.

People in the camp are carrying the dead bodies, collecting wood, and depending on the situation, it is about cremation. Outside the camp, the temple cavalry's harvesting of horse thieves was almost finished. The bright armor of the black pattern was stained with blood, and the sacks did not know how many levels were installed. It seemed bulging.

The Central Plains Allied Forces entered the wasteland to assist the Yan by the Xiling Temple Order. Except for the Tang Army on the Western Front, the East Road front line had merits. At least three hundred ranks were received by the Temple Cavalry today, which is naturally a great achievement.

According to the truth, this battle is mainly due to the disciples of Mochiyuan and Yanmin, but the temple cavalry is unscrupulously grabbing the power. Although Mo Shanshan does not care about this, she can clearly feel that the camp is silent. People who are preparing for cremation have become more and more sad and angry.

The temple cavalry commanded the girl runeman who lifted the car curtain, noticed that she was in good spirits, and could not help but sigh in secret, thinking that the girl had just taken a huge risk to force the rune across the border, but did not expect that only such a short time had passed. You can reply as always, and it is indeed one of the world's three idiots with the same name as the master.

"It turned out that the owner of the mountain was here, but I didn't know it before, so the rescue came late, and I would like to forgive him."

The temple cavalry commanded a calm expression. In a word, he took the previous incident of standing still and watching the attack on the camp coldly. With a hand salute, he expressed rare respect to the bookworm Mo Shanshan, and then said: "Miss is in the carriage on the meadow at this time. , She told me to invite the mountain owner to meet. "

The Xijiao Guardian Army is directly managed by the Judgment Division. The lady he said, if it is not Dao Yehong, it is naturally the nympho. Mo Shanshan knows this well, and she knows that the **** is above the meadow.

"Mochiyuan was ordered by the temple to **** the grain and grass into the king's court.

Mo Shanshan looked at the temple cavalry commander and said.

The commander smiled slightly and said, "Miss and the mountain owner have not seen each other for several years, and I look forward to seeing each other deeply."

The words are peaceful, with affection, but they still have a strong meaning.

Mo Shanshan looked at him blankly and said, "If you really look forward to seeing her, she could come down from the top of the meadow to meet me. Since you didn't see it before, you don't have to see you again at this time."

The words were calm, with sarcasm, but they did not conceal the stronger meaning.

The temple cavalry commander's face was slightly heavy, silently looking at her sitting at the front of the carriage, did not know what was in her mind, and finally turned away without a word.

Outside the camp, a temple cavalry walked to his horse with two swords.

The commander looked at the complicated lines engraved on the two Park Swords. Although he couldn't see the meaning in a while, as a strong man in the cave, he instinctively felt the beauty and realm hidden between them, and his eyes lit up.

Just when he was about to take the two knives as a spoil, and when he would study in the future, a clear and angry voice sounded not far away.

"That's ours!"

Tmall stared angrily at the leader of the horse, her face was covered with fine sweat beads, her body was covered with dust and blood stains, and it was very dirty. Looking for it, she had been looking for these two knives outside the camp for a long time.

The commander smiled faintly, mentioning that Ma Zhen was about to leave, and he was too lazy to bother.

Tmall girl stepped in a small step, rushed to his horse's head like a gust of wind, holding a thin sword ebony handle, staring at him and refused to give way, without concealing the hatred in her clear eyes.

Several temple cavalry soldiers stepped forward, trying to push her away.

With a clear purine, the Tmall girl showed her sword out of her sheath and looked at several temple cavalry who were much taller than herself. Without fear, her voice shivered and said angrily: "The horse thief's head has cut you off, don't you want to rob us Weapon? "

The temple cavalry commander looked at her coldly and said, "Mochiyuan disciple is a sword, when did you start using a knife?"

Disciples such as Ju Zhihua and Mo Chi Yuan watched the conflict here and hurried over. The little sisters who appeared to be small were surrounded by these shameless temple cavalry. The anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally couldn't help the violence. When it came out, the sound of sword body and scabbard intensively rang, confronting the temple cavalry.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense. Although the temple cavalry and the cavalry were the best, the number of disciples in Mochiyuan was very small, and they were exhausted, but with that strong iron blood breath, they were half-stop.

A winter wind blew across the meadow, Mo Shanshan walked slowly, the white dress on her body was floated by the wind, her expression was indifferent, her eyes were indifferent, she looked at the temple cavalry who was impatient With the immediate leader, he said indifferently: "My disciples of Mochiyuan want to use a knife and use a knife. Do these things also need to be explained to the temple?"

The Temple Cavalry Commander looked at her in silence, and suddenly said, "The Lord of the Mountain seems a little unreasonable."

Mo Shanshan said: "Does the current temple think that the thief also makes sense?"

The temple cavalry commander changed slightly and felt humiliated. Looking at her and the disciples of Mochiyuan who held the sword in front of the horse, they said in a cold voice: "It is so disrespectful to compare the temple with the thief! Ask Master Shusheng, how did he teach the apprentice! "

Mo Shanshan responded calmly: "My acting teacher is waiting to adjudicate the words of the god."

The temple cavalry commander clearly guessed that the bookworm should be in a spirit of force at this time, but he did not dare to offend at random. He stared at the girl rune ’s eyes and suddenly said: "The mountain master ordered the temple to transport grain and grass into the king's court. This matter is a matter of the peace between the two parties. Now that the grain and grass are destroyed, I do n’t know how the mountain master explained to the temple and the coalition forces. If the two sides ’peace conference broke down because of this, I do n’t know if you can afford it."

"It's my business to explain to the temple and the coalition forces. It has nothing to do with you." Mo Shanshan's eyelashes blinked slightly and said softly: "Even if I don't explain, you can't kill me here ..."

She raised her head and looked quietly at the eyes of the Temple Cavalry Commander, saying, "Or kill all the people here."

The temple cavalry leader frowned slightly.

Mo Shanshan gently struck the silk blown to the shoulders of his cheeks behind his shoulders, calmly said: "Since you will not kill us all, then what are you still doing here? Put down the knife and go."

The Temple Cavalry Commander was silent for a long time, throwing the two Park Swords on the saddle to the ground at random, looking at her with a slight smile, and saying, "I hope to see the Mountain Lord again in Wang Ting."

Tmall girl put her sword into the sheath, pushed away the temple cavalry in front of her, rushed to the commanding horse and picked up the two Park knives, holding them tightly in her arms like a baby, staring at each other alertly.

Mo Shanshan did not answer the invitation or threat from the temple cavalry commander, and turned directly back to the camp.

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In the wilderness of the deep winter, the sun will disappear soon after it appears along the low sky in the south. The battle begins in the early morning. When the battlefield is cleaned, it is almost twilight and the light becomes dim.

The dense horseshoe sounded thunderously above the meadow, then gradually lowered. The temple cavalry escorted Aunt Nimadi, the moonlight national song, the girl in the carriage, Tianyuan, Baita Temple, and others, accompanied by smoke and dust away.

The **** twilight enveloped the camp and dazzled the blood stains on the ground and carriage plate. Damaged carriage panels, carriage fragments, and hay were piled up together, as if they were to burn in the sunset.

After a while, these things were really ignited, and the fire instantly increased by the wind on the field, gradually swallowing the remains of the victims stacked on it.

In the crackling sound, faintly complicated pictures such as melted black deformation can be seen vaguely, and a scorching smell of fear and nausea begins to fill the air.

The survivors surrounding the cremation ground lowered their heads and began to recite the death order in Haotian Taoist music in unison. The monotone syllables were repeated continuously, praying that the spirit hún in the flame could return to Haotian's arms smoothly. At first, some noisy voices became more and more regular, deep and full of compassion.

Ning Que didn't get off the carriage because of serious injury. He lifted the curtain and looked silently at the flames in the distance, listening to people's prayers, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky dome overhead.

The sky of the wasteland was as clean as he was familiar, but at this time, under the shine of the sunset, it naturally divided into two very different worlds, the night side of the blue sea is like a sea, and the side of the near day is burning like fire.

When he came to this world, he could not explain that all his childhood contact with Changan City was the belief in Haotian. His master Yan Se was enshrined at the south gate of Haotian and was a great priest with a seat in the Xiling Temple.

So, of course, he believes in Haotian like most people in the world.

However, at this moment, just before the countless spirits in the flames, under the sky and the flame-like sky, his view of the world is difficult to change gradually.

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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 surviving cavalry soldiers riding the Yan Guo returned south with the wounded. They are the descendants of Prince Chongming. They are very clear why the temple cavalry had such an attitude when they were attacked yesterday. Danger will be punished by the temple, so naturally choose to return to the country.

The disciples of Mochiyuan in the Dahe Kingdom did not go south with Yan, but took two carriages and a few horses and set off again, heading for the left-hand king's court in the northeast direction.

Looking at the barren landscape outside the car window and the snow in the sparse grass, Ning Que coughed twice, took the handkerchief prepared by Sang Sang from his arms, wiped the blood from the net corner, and turned to look at the girl in white. : "Why go to Wang Ting?"

"The food team always needs an explanation, and ..."

Mo Shanshan's eyes were drooping, his eyelashes flickered, and after a long silence he said, "I am very angry."

Ning Que looked at her and laughed, said: "I now like you a little bit."

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(The task was completed on Thursday, and I was vomiting. There were actually three days left. I went, my loved ones ...) a.