Nightfall

Volume Two The 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 grass under the snow piles, but the flames formed by the paper in the snow pit in front of the two were obvious There is no contagion, and it has not been able to grow bigger after being swept by the cold wind for a long time.

Ning Que looked at the little flame on the black body of the deacon of the ruling division, and was a little embarrassed to find that the gap between his own ability of Dao and the girl rune around him turned out to be so big. The deacon was burned into gray smoke, but the black clothes were intact, and the firework he wrote in the heart of Changan City was completely inconsistent with it. It took a few days to burn the body. Gray smoke?

Mo Shanshan noticed the awkward look on his face, almost unable to hold back the laughter, forcibly lowered his head to gather his smile, lù flicked his fingers outside the cotton sleeve gently, and the snow pit suddenly made a big fire.

Those nearly white flames must appear and disappear, Ning Que standing beside the pit has not had time to feel the burning temperature, and found that the snow in the pit gradually melted into the water and the deceased deceased's body has disappeared. This time, all those black heavy clothes were also burned.

Ning Que looked at the scene in front of her and sighed—The character of Fu is in talent, Shi Fu is a wonderful application. The character he wrote is far inferior to that of a bookworm. Understand, it is unavoidable.

"Master Yan Se said that I am a genius who has met a thousand years of hardship, but 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 Lord Shusheng."

He looked at Mo Shanshan's beautiful and childish eyebrows and confirmed that the girl's age should be similar to his own. He was embarrassed to ask how old she was, shook his head and said with emotion, "You are the true Fudao genius."

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously, "Brother Thirteen, when did you start learning Rune?"

Ning missed a few days and replied: "In spring, it's almost half a year."

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes quietly and sighed softly after a long time, and said: "In this way, Master Yan Se's eyes are really correct, you are indeed a genius of Fu Dao."

Ning Que was very happy to hear this, especially when he thought of his boasting of Chen Pipi on weekdays, and felt quite at ease. He smiled and asked seriously, "I am really strong?"

Mo Shanshan nodded, then thought of something, and asked curiously: "What kind of person is Lingshi?"

Ning Que thought about it and replied honestly: "He is a dirty old man who locks up very well."

Mo Shanshan stunned slightly, and immediately understood something, said softly: "I asked the Master, because I am very curious to be able to teach you two students on the second floor of the Academy, what kind of person are you."

Ning Que laughed a little embarrassedly and said, "Maybe you are hard to believe. Although I am now running into the wilderness by the reputation of a master disciple, I have never seen his old man once."

Mo Shanshan's eyes blinked slightly, and he didn't seem to expect to hear this answer.

Ning Quesi thought for a moment, and said seriously: "But according to my understanding of the brothers and sisters on the second floor, I think the old man must be a very proud and terrific fellow."

In this world, people who dare to call the Confucius with the words "guy" are probably only the gang of guys in the backyard of the academy. As for his descriptions, it is actually nonsense. Of course, people like the bookworm Mo Shanshan know that Confucius is very remarkable, and why should a person who is not a realm of Confucius not be proud?

"What kind of person is your master Mr. Shusheng?" Ning Que asked her looking at her curiously.

Hearing the teacher's name, Mo Shanshan's expression became a little complicated, a little awesome, and a little cold and sad. She slowly lowered her head and turned to walk outside the snow forest, indicating that she did not want to talk about this matter.

Ning Que looked at the cold Xiaoxiao back in the snowy winter forest, frowned, looked back at the snow pit, confirmed that the work of ruining the dead had ended perfectly, and speeded up to chase the back.

The hoof stepped on the snow, the **** horse carrying his heavy luggage bowed his head.

It looked at the two clear footprints on the snow in the forest, and looked at the two silent young men and women in front of the footprints. There were some doubts in their hearts. They dragged the stone grass when they wanted to come. Why don't you seem to care about the footprints when you return? problem?

Suddenly, the **** horse wanted to understand a thing, and could not help feeling annoyed, shaking the horse's head in anger, just like before when he came, pulling his hoof to the edge of the snow forest.

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Ning Que pinched the branches and dry wood of the **** horse behind him with ropes, patted the horse with satisfaction, took out the weird grass from his arms, and stuffed it into the horse's mouth to express his reward.

Mo Shanshan looked at this scene curiously, thinking that the people coming out of the second floor of the academy were weird, even these animals were so weird, as if they could communicate with others, and they didn't know how to teach.

Ning Que said: "To clear the traces on the snowfield, it is of course the best way for Master Haotian to drop a blizzard. If it does not snow, then we have to be more careful. At least the time of coming and returning cannot be the same. . "

Mo Shanshan asked, "I know that the grass was used for this purpose. Why do you have to burn them, and then you have to work hard to find branches around to use it?"

Ning Que explained calmly: "Because I want to try the power of the fire rune I wrote, but I'm not sure it can burn very well, so I want to use grass to support the fire. I didn't expect it to work. I still need your help. . "

He was so brazen to be able to tell his embarrassment so calmly, but he was slow to walk slowly while suppressing the enthusiasm behind the two. At the same time, the **** horse who noticed the snow and the scars was even more sad.

Mo Shanshan didn't care about the rogue who came out of this sentence. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said: "I have been in Mochi since childhood, and the teacher raised the adult by hand. He never allowed me to touch the real world. If it was n’t for the temple decree this time, and I ’m really big, maybe I ca n’t go out of the mountain yet. ”

Ning Que listened to the whisper of the girl in a soft whisper. In front of her, she seemed to have a white-haired big practitioner who was looking seriously at a little girl at the poolside who was five or six years old, and ordered her to write calmly and quietly ...

Mo Shanshan looked at the reckless mountain range in the distance of the snowfield and said quietly: "The so-called three idiots in the world, obsessed with fudao, obsessed with books, obsessed with spiritual practice, obsessed with flowers, really want to enter the world. Human opponent. "

Ning Que shook his head and said: "It's not self-modesty, even if the means is realistic, but there is no possibility of being your opponent. The realm of strength can easily tear up all the schemes."

Mo Shanshan lowered his head and whispered, "I just suddenly understood one thing. I don't understand these affairs of the world. Lu Chenjia and she are a class of people, and I don't know if they were on the meadow that day. I was sitting in the carriage, and the people of the Lunar Kingdom were attacked by horse thieves. Maybe I was too lazy to ignore it. "

Ning Que looked at the black hair floating around her slightly round pink cheeks and said, "No, you and the **** are not the same kind of person. She is obsessed with flowers, so she can treat others like dung and use it to plant flowers. Although you are obsessed with books, the world in your eyes is still a normal world, and the blood of ordinary people like us is not used as ink. "

Mo Shanshan thought the description was bloody, but it was appropriate. He raised his head and looked at his eyes quietly, and said seriously: "Am I not really a nympho?"

"Of course not." Ning Que said with a smile: "Even if you are all ignorant, you are also kind ignorance."

Ignorance is not bloody, but it is not appropriate. I believe that no one will like it. Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, but his bright eyes were pleasing, and asked, "Is this a joke?"

Ning Que wanted to tell the truth, but looking at the beautiful and childish face close to her, she nodded.

Mo Shanshan turned around and said nothing more. The thin and red cinnabar double chún squeezed tightly, and the powder cheeks were slightly bulging, not tolerating anger, but tolerating 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 I lied in the end."

Mo Shanshan lowered his head and walked quietly, thinking about the above sentence in his heart. The fact that her feet stepped on the snow did not leave any traces. Not intentionally, but she felt that she really wanted to float.

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Back at the tent, Ning Que had a very serious conversation with the barren woman, and asked her to do something, so the man who participated in the winter ceremony and could not return to the tribe according to the rules of the barren, actually Without saying a word, the children were handed over to the two original young men and women, and they returned to the tribe themselves.

Two days later, the woman of the barren came back with not very good news, but Ning Que did not care, because he knew that it would be extremely difficult for the barren tribe to believe that he was a Central Plains man. .

Fortunately, he still got some useful news, such as the caravan from that Tuyang city, and what happened in the wilderness tribe's occupation of the wilderness these days.

Leaving the winter forest and going north, the temperature is getting colder, especially when you may enter the foothills of the extreme north of Tianji Mountain. The red horse in Moshan Mountain can not bear it, so it is left to the mother and son of the barren.

After the two parties said goodbye, the duo and the dark horse embarked on the journey again.

Mo Shanshan asked: "What should we do next?"

Ning Que said, "Go into the mountain."

Mo Shanshan stunned slightly, and asked, "The book of heaven is in the mountain?"

Ning lacked hope to Xuefeng in the distance, and said after a moment of silence: "I don't confirm, but I confirm that the temple's people are in the mountains."

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Because of the height of the Tianhan Mountain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ there are no plants here, the mountain wind is strong and strong, all the floating soil and snow are blown clean and clean, and the black rock surface below is deep.

On a protruding cliff between the black walls, a young man dressed in a black ruling suit stood here, watching the lead clouds and snow in the distance, as if to melt into the walls.

The goshawk is not available here, and there is no difficulty for him. The perfect and slightly pale cheeks have no trace of pride, because he is the prince of Longqing.

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(I started to code today, just when I was about to enter the state, I received a call, and a long-time old friend suddenly divorced. After talking about this, my brain began to be stupid, and then it was nullified. , Really tired, tomorrow Saturday, but I took the leave a few days ago, so I will not rest tomorrow, see you tomorrow, I wish you all a happy weekend.) @.