Being a soldier, Ning Que hated snatching military exploits the most. As he said at this time, in the Wilderness outside the City of Wei, if other troops of the Seven Stockaded Villages snatched the military exploits, he and his companions would directly take out their swords to chop them. Whoever won would get the military exploits. The rules in the Wilderness were so simple.
The Tang army of Dongsheng Stockaded Village actually watched their military exploits being robbed by the Papal Cavalry of West-Hill. In addition to cursing, they didn't even take out their swords to kill the other side? He was confused and inevitably angry. After a while, he calmed down, thinking that this place was far away from Tuyang City, and it was not too much for the Tang generals to be low-key and conservative.
He shook his head, looked at the Wilderness far away from the lake and said, "If I take the troops into the Wilderness to collect firewood, the West-Hill will dare to grab the firewood. You see how I will deal with them."
Situ Yilan didn't say anything. She walked slowly along the lakeside with her hands behind her back. Suddenly she stopped, turned around and looked at him, saying, "My family in Chang 'an sent a letter saying that they would arrange a marriage for me."
The slightly cold weather made the breath from the girl's lips quickly turn into white mist, which added some beauty to her refreshing face. Ning Que looked at the misty breath and the girl's face in front of him. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then?"
Situ Yilan shook her head, turned back and continued to walk along the lakeside, and said, "I don't want to marry."
Upon hearing her reply, Ning Que's mood became a little lighter, but then suddenly became a little heavier. He had an inexplicable feeling of not being able to find the right direction. He looked at the girl's back and said, "We really should be more cautious about this kind of thing."
Situ Yilan didn't look back and said with a smile, "I heard that many ministers in Chang 'an City want to recruit you as a son-in-law."
With Ning Que's current reputation in Chang 'an City, not to mention the glory of being a core disciple of the Headmaster of Academy, His Majesty's appreciation and love for him were enough for countless ministers to start thinking about selling their daughters and granddaughters to him.
Ning Que smiled and said, "General Yunhui probably didn't mean that."
Situ Yilan looked back at him and said, "My father knew that I was familiar with you, and he really thought about it."
Ning Que felt a little hot on his cheeks, subconsciously touched it, and didn't know how to answer.
With her hands behind her back, Situ Yilan stepped on the white round stone by the lake and continued to move forward. She said, "But I didn't agree."
Ning Que looked at the girl in light armor and her black braids swaying restlessly behind her. After a moment of silence, he could not hold back his curiosity and some kind of emotion that could not be expressed. He asked, "Why …?"
"Hehe, because I don't want to get married."
The girl's answer was concise and powerful. Her crisp laughter awakened the thin layer of ice on the surface of the lake. "There hasn't been a female general in the empire all these years. I want to be a female general, so I don't have time to think about marriage."
Ning Que could not help but feel a little ashamed as he listened to her. He kicked a weird-shaped white stone into the lake and said, "I'm focused on cultivation and have no time to think about these things."
Situ Yilan turned around and looked at the stone that smashed the thin ice and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake. After a moment of silence, she laughed heartily and looked at him and asked, "If you have time to think about it, what kind of girl do you like?"
Listening to this question, Ning Que could not help but think of the conversation with Chen Pipi in the back of the mountain of the Academy. After thinking for a long time, he rubbed his chin and said seriously, "I like beautiful girls, with white skin, red phoenix eyes, red lips and a plump figure. It's better to be smart in terms of temperament. Don't always let me think about things."
Situ Yilan looked at him and shook her head. She sighed and said, "Your requirements are really not high. The ideas of most men in the world are almost the same. I can't see any novelty in you."
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Life was originally a very boring thing. Whether in Chang 'an City or in the Wilderness of Northern Yan Kingdom, what was the essential difference between climbing buildings every day and wandering every day?
The Academy students who practiced in Dongsheng Stockaded Village had their own combat tasks. It was impossible for them to accompany Ning Que to stroll around the stockaded village, eat, drink and chat every day. He had to stroll around the stockaded village, eat, drink and chat with himself. It was extremely monotonous and boring.
After a few days, he finally could not bear such a boring life anymore. He secretly led the Big Black Horse and avoided the sight of the dozens of inseparable cavalrymen. He went out of the stockaded village and came to the blue lakeside to relax.
Without the dozens of cavalrymen following behind him as the second sun, Ning Que walked a little further today. He ran along the blue lake for two or three miles to the east and found a quiet lakeside to stop.
He unloaded the heavy luggage on the back of the Big Black Horse and patted it heavily on the butt.
It was rare for the Big Black Horse to have such a good time to relax. It neighed joyfully and dashed into the lake, splashing black mud on its hooves. Then it retreated to the shore at a faster speed, roaring angrily in a low voice.
It trembled slightly and kept rolling its thick tongue and turning its lips. It was obvious that it was severely frozen by the cold lake water and the taste of the salty water was really not good.
"I have never seen a warhorse that cares about its head and body like you."
Ning Que looked at it funny and pointed to the misty mountain forest not far away. He said, "Idiot, if there is a lake, there will be tributaries. Run over there and see if there is water to drink. Come back early later."
The Big Black Horse shook its head discontentedly and stamped its hind hooves to shake off some of the cold lake water on its body. Then it ran in the direction pointed by Ning Que.
Ning Que built a clay stove and cooked a pot of fresh vegetable soup. Smelling the gradually rising fragrance, he sat down by the quiet and deserted lakeside. Now there was no Sangsang to serve him, so he had to serve himself. Fortunately, when Sangsang was young, he needed to cook for both of them. He was still skilled in cooking and had never forgotten it.
In the north of the Wilderness, especially in the area between the Central Plains and the grassland, the northwest wind blew all year round and it was very cold. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a black windbreaker on the outside. He just sat by the lake. He didn't know if it was because of the bowl of warm vegetable soup or because of his cultivation, but he didn't feel too cold.
The shallow part of the lake near the shore was very transparent. He could clearly see the white stones at the bottom and the trees that had fallen for hundreds of millions of years. Looking into the distance, the lake became more and more blue. Tied by the mountains and cliffs on both sides, it was long and thin, extending to the depths of the Wilderness in the extreme north.
Ning Que sat on the stone and looked at the beautiful lake view in front of him. He thought that yesterday he thought this blue lake looked like a kidney, which was really inelegant. In fact, it should be a woman's slender waist.
The slightly swaying lake water was like a melting blue gem, pushing the thin ice condensed by the cold air to the lakeside piece by piece. Some gradually melted, and some overlapped. It was believed that as the winter became more and more intense, these thin ice would eventually become thick and hard ice cubes.
Looking at the thin ice undulating with the lake, Ning Que thought of the legendary people standing under the ice, and the things that he and Situ Yilan talked about when walking by the lake a few days ago. He could not help but show a self-deprecating emotion on his face.
When people in the world reached a certain age, they always had to consider the marriage of men and women. He had never seriously considered it before, and indeed did not have any improper thoughts about Situ. But when he heard that Situ refused General Yunhui, he still felt a little unhappy. Last spring at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road, he also had this kind of emotion. At that time, he was very clear that there was absolutely no possibility between him and Li Yu, the Princess of Tang Empire. But when Li Yu left his shoulder and slowly stood up to restore her graceful appearance, there were still many inexplicable emotions in his heart.
He scooped up a ladle of lake water and put out the remaining flames in the stone stove. He sat down by the lake again, looking at the thin ice that was more like sugar skin than glass, and said to himself with a slight mockery, "I forgot who said that there are only two kinds of women in the world, your own and others'. Are all men like this?" (This sentence was said by Liu Xiahui)
But he had always taught Sangsang to remind himself that anyone who talked about feelings, especially love, was an idiot. So it did not take long for him to be immersed in this self-deprecating emotion. He was awakened by the horrible prospect that he might become an idiot, and began to think about some things that he thought were more meaningful now.
He had been in the Wilderness of Northern Yan Kingdom for more than a month, but he had not seen Xia Hou. Naturally, he could not go to see him on behalf of His Majesty. Although Tuyang City was close, he was really not sure whether he should go or not. He also did not know what would happen if he met Xia Hou now. And although sporadic battles had been happening in the Wilderness, the upper level of the Yan Kingdom's reinforcement army knew his identity and sent dozens of elites to protect him. So he could not fight to his heart's content. Was time going to pass like this?
As a young man who had survived with great difficulty and lived better and better, Ning Que was very clear about what he relied on to achieve this. So he would not allow himself to waste too much time. After thinking about meaningless things like men and women by the lake, and thinking about meaningful things like Xia Hou that he could not do anything about, he began to meditate and cultivate.
A chilly wind blew from the surface of the lake, shaking the thin ice piled by the shore and the eyelashes on his tightly closed eyes. A slender podao rested on his knees. As he meditated, the invisible Qi of Heaven and Earth gradually gathered around him and then gently covered the blade of the podao.
The simple Talisman lines engraved on the podao seemed to sense something. The shadow caused by the natural light suddenly became deeper than before, and then began to buzz and vibrate strangely.
A piece of dry grass that was blown by the lake wind was bounced into the air as soon as it fell on the surface of the podao. It was instantly torn into hundreds of extremely thin grass by the invisible force, and then fell into the lake and disappeared.
The podao across his knees was slightly vibrating, and the clear water between the white round stones by the lake in front of him was also slightly vibrating. The seemingly fragile but actually soft and sticky thin ice gradually shattered and scattered aimlessly along the lake waves, reflecting the sky, as if there were dozens of the same firmament.
The big black umbrella, tightly wrapped in coarse cloth, lay silently beside him.
After a long time, Ning Que finished meditating. Looking at the broken ice between the white round stones in front of him, he knew that he would not stay in the No Doubts State for too long and had begun to approach the Seethrough State.
When he was enlightened on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, he quickly broke through the Initial State and the Perception State and directly entered the No Doubts State. Even he himself did not know how he did it. So now he had no knowledge about cultivation and breaking the realm. At this time, he vaguely felt that he was about to break the realm, but he did not know how to do it.
He was a little confused and thought, "Do I have to go to Tuyang City to send a Fu character letter to the Senior Brothers of the Academy for advice?"
As he was thinking about this, he suddenly noticed that the thin ice piled up in front of him was getting more and more. Looking at the distance in front of his right hand, he saw many pieces of thin ice shining like a mirror were slowly flowing over.
Having lived in the Wilderness of Min Mountain for so many years, he was very familiar with the lakes in the wild. With just a few glances, he knew that there must be a hidden current in the lake, so that these thin ice could be pushed over. But this blue lake, which was as big as a beauty's waist, looked calm. Where did the hidden current come from?
Knowing that no barbarians dared to come to this lakeside forest, there should not be any safety issues, he suddenly had the idea of exploring. He stood up, carried the heavy luggage, and moved upstream along the mirror-like thin ice.
Going upstream, was there a beauty on the other side of the water?
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Walking along the lakeside for about a few miles, he could faintly see that there was a stream of water in front of him that was hitting the peaceful lake like a gem, creating countless beautiful small whirlpools. But the dense forest next to the pass, although the branches and leaves had already fallen, still covered the movement behind the forest, and he could not see the stream.
Ning Que knew that it was the paradise he was looking for. Smelling the faint smell of sulfur coming to his nose, he guessed that there might be a hot spring there, and he could not help but feel happy.
Suddenly, a touch of jade white reflected in his eyes, and then a touch of blue flashed, just like this lake.
Ning Que's eyes suddenly showed vigilance, not because of the deep blue reflected in his eyes, but because of other reasons. He pulled the bow and arrow like lightning, aimed at somewhere in the dense forest, and said in a low voice, "Come out."
There was a rustling sound in the forest, and a dozen young people slowly walked out. Some of them also aimed at Ning Que with bows and arrows, but more of them looked at him vigilantly, holding the scabbard in their left hand and the hilt of the long sword outside the scabbard in their right hand.
Ning Que did not care about the sharp arrows aimed at him, but just calmly aimed at the youngest girl among these young people. The boxwood bow in his hand was as steady as a mountain, the string was stretched like a moon, and the arrow was as still as a lake stone. However, it gave people a feeling that as long as he wanted, the quiet arrow on the string would definitely shoot through the girl's chest in the next moment.
This feeling was so strong that the nervous expressions of the few young people who aimed at Ning Que stiffened, and the hands holding the slender long sword hilt turned slightly pale. As for the young girl who was targeted by Ning Que's bow, her face was even paler, and her slightly bulging chest was violently heaving.
A young man bravely jumped in front of the young girl, slightly bent his left knee forward, and took a forward horse stance. His left hand held the scabbard tightly, and his thumb faintly pressed against the ebony edge of the sword, and his right elbow bent backward to lift his wrist.
Ning Que looked at the posture of the young man holding the sword, and then glanced at the clothes and temperament of these young boys and girls. He guessed where they came from, and felt a little relieved.
He looked at the young man who was holding the sword and said with a smile, "The Cutting Arrow Style? It's useless against my arrows. "
The young man was despised by the enemy, and his face suddenly showed anger.
"I am a Tang."
Ning Que told them where he came from, and then put down the boxwood bow in his hand. He did not look at these young people who were looking at him anxiously, and put the arrow back into the quiver.
Since he had guessed the origin of this group of young boys and girls, he knew that there would be no problem. But because they obviously had no fighting experience, he put down his weapon first, in case they made mistakes because of nervousness.
Sure enough, after hearing that he was a Tang, the young boys and girls who were still vigilant a moment ago suddenly became relaxed, and they put down their bows and loosened their sword hilts.
"We are the disciples of the Black Ink Garden in the Great River Kingdom."
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(After enduring for three days, I finally figured it out, but now I have to pick up my wife, so I will update first today. Tomorrow I will guarantee 6,000 yuan. Continue to ask for recommendation votes, and it will not be in vain. I will ask the second female lead who is about to appear to send you childhood photos of her in her crotch …) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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