From his previous life to this life, Ning Que grew up soaked in blood and rotten flesh. He did not have any excessive moral cleanliness in his bones. In order to achieve his goals, he would do anything. Therefore, he never thought that he would break into the camp alone and die spitting blood everywhere when he could not even shake Xia Hou, the ruthless deity.
That seemed to be hot-blooded and glorious, but in his eyes, it was just an idiotic behavior of abandoning oneself to despair. If you died in style, Xia Hou would still be sitting at the table, and maybe he would even use your head as a wine cup. At that time, you, who had turned into bones, could only stare at him with your dark eye sockets and could not hurt him at all.
But it didn't mean that the clear understanding of Xia Hou's powerful strength would make him timid. He had been secretly watching the general with outstanding military exploits, carefully looking for the opponent's loopholes, pondering the various details of the battle in the future, and even unscrupulously thinking about how to drag Second Brother and Chen Pipi into the mud.
According to his analysis, Xia Hou was at the peak of Martial Arts, which was equal to the Knowing Destiny State. Second Brother and Chen Pipi, who were at the Knowing Destiny State, together with himself, could definitely kill Xia Hou. What he needed to think about was how to tie these two Senior Brothers to his belt and let them join him in this vigorous cause.
However, before he figured out how to use the Academy to deal with Xia Hou, he heard the news that one of the seven Tomes of Arcane was lost in the Wilderness. Thinking of the caravan that secretly sneaked out of Tuyang City, he felt slightly anxious. If Xia Hou really got that Tomes of Arcane and broke through the realm as easily as rumored, who could beat him?
He opened the window and looked at the gradually heavier wind and snow outside. Thinking of the irreconcilable hatred between himself and Xia Hou and the hatred left by Darkie on his shoulder, he shook his head and said, "I can't allow this to happen."
Although more than 100,000 reinforcements from various countries gathered at the border of northern Yan Kingdom, including young powerhouses from Yuelun Kingdom's White Tower, South Jin Kingdom's Sword Garret, and Great River Kingdom's Black Ink Garden, the only one who was really qualified to compete with the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall for the Tomes of Arcane was this powerful general who had fought at the border for many years.
Of course, this was under the condition that the Tang Empire and the Academy did not officially take action.
Ning Que said to himself, "His Majesty suspects that Xia Hou will collude with the Divine Hall as a visiting professor of the Divine Hall. Will Xia Hou have a conflict with the Divine Hall for this Tome of Arcane? What can you make of it? "
It was impossible for him to come up with a real solution by looking at the snow and admiring the scenery, but he was becoming more and more determined.
Now the Wilderness must be full of powerhouses. The Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, Prince Long Qing, and even the Tao Addict Ye Hongyu, who even Chen Pipi was afraid of, might be in the Wilderness. With his current No Doubts State, even if he went there, it seemed that he would not be of any use, but he still had to go.
He crossed the river by feeling the stones and stepped on the winter grass to enter the plain. He made the appropriate measures according to the situation. As long as Xia Hou did not get the Tome of Arcane, he was even willing to help the West-Hill Divine Palace and even burn the Tome of Arcane.
Since he had nothing to do, he closed the window, took off his clothes and got into the warm quilt. It was a great pity that the erotic novel he took in the cliff cave of the Academy did not bring coldness to the border. Lying on his side on the warm and hard brick bed, he thought about the matter of going to the Wilderness and the annoyance of not having a quilt to tuck in. After tossing and turning for a while, he fell asleep.
The wind and snow outside the house became heavier and heavier and lasted for a whole night. When Ning Que woke up the next morning, the sky, which was supposed to be dim, had already become extremely bright and easily pierced through the window into the house. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the window. He pushed the window open and saw a snow-white world between Heaven and Earth, which was so clean and bright that it made his heart palpitate.
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The lakeside had long been frozen, but the lake in the distance was not completely frozen. The ice floating on the surface of the water carried the white snow that fell last night, looking like a group of fluffy white grass, beautiful and somewhat lovely. The slanting branches and leaves of the lakeside carried the snow, as if someone had woven a shabby white towel for a giraffe.
Hot mist sprayed out from the nostrils of the Big Black Horse, and the horse's hooves stepped on the snow by the lakeside, leaving a messy abstract painting. Ning Que rode on the back of the horse and looked at the blue sea covered with winter snow, feeling refreshed and comfortable.
When he came to the side of the stone pool where he had been meditating these days, he found that the water that seeped into the pool from the lake had long been frozen into a piece of transparent jade. There was not a single snowflake on it, and it looked very clean. He stretched out his hand in the air to feel the wind, and understood that it was because the north wind had become stronger.
Just as he was thinking about this, a few muffled sounds suddenly came from the wind, which seemed to be the sound of metal and some kind of hard wood colliding. He stepped on the horse's pedal and straightened his body to look at the source of the sound. He saw that the yellow cloth around the hot spring was still the same, but between the snow forest, he could faintly see the strong wind splashing and two figures fighting.
Ning Que naturally had his own reasons for coming to the lakeside today, even though he had already decided to go deep into the Wilderness. This reason had something to do with the women from the Great River Kingdom beside the hot spring. However, he had not decided on what exactly to plan, and did not expect to see such a scene in advance.
Stepping on the horse's pedal, his line of sight was naturally much clearer, and he could clearly see what was going on there.
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Zhuo Zhihua stood up with difficulty with the help of her Junior Sister. A stream of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of her mouth, dripping on the snow that was full of messy footprints under her, making a popping sound.
Not far in front of her, there was an ascetic monk wearing a bamboo hat. Even in such a cold weather, the monk was still barefoot. His right thumb slowly played the prayer beads, and his left hand held an iron staff, the head of which was deep into the snow.
Zhuo Zhihua was the third disciple of Black Ink Garden, and had the most profound skills among the group of boys and girls. However, she was still no match for this ascetic monk. Thinking of the cold treatment she had suffered in the Yan Kingdom these days and the humiliation today, she stared at him and said sternly, "You let us live in the wettest and coldest place in the military camp. We had no choice but to leave the military camp and hide in the wilderness. Are you still not satisfied?"
The ascetic monk slowly raised his head. The bamboo hat covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half that was exposed was cold and emotionless, "The distribution of the camp is the matter of the Yan Kingdom's general. What does it have to do with our Yuelun Kingdom?"
Zhuo Zhihua lifted her sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked, "Then why do you still want this hot spring?"
"You have used this hot spring for so many days. It should be enough."
The ascetic monk from the Yuelun Kingdom gave a simple and rude reason. Obviously, he only cared about driving the boys and girls from the Great River Kingdom away from the hot spring, and did not care about any reason.
"Everything has to be reasonable."
Zhuo Zhihua looked down slightly, and her hands once again grasped the slender Xiu Sword at her waist. She said in a low voice, "First come, first served. Even a three-year-old child knows that. Don't you know that?"
The ascetic monk replied indifferently, "I am a monk, and I don't know about worldly affairs."
Zhuo Zhihua adjusted her breathing, and then raised her head. A trace of determination flashed in her bright eyes.
The ascetic monk noticed that she was preparing to draw her sword, and knew that she might use the ultimate move of Black Ink Garden. He frowned slightly and said unhappily, "We are all righteous people. Do we have to fight to the death? To tell you the truth, this hot spring is for my aunt and the princess. You'd better get out of the way. "
Hearing the words "aunt" and "princess", the determination in Zhuo Zhihua's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the yellow cloth. The girls of Black Ink Garden behind her also became even more silent.
The aunt that the monk from the White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom mentioned was naturally Aunt Quni Madi, who had a high state but was unreasonable. The princess he mentioned was naturally one of the three famous addicts in the world: Flower Addict Lu Chenjia.
"So what if she is Flower Addict Lu Chenjia? Can she just rob someone else's place? "
Cat Girl shouted loudly. Because of the cold weather, her cheeks were slightly red, and her face was covered with more furry fur, which made her look very cute. Even if she reprimanded the other party, it would only make people want to laugh.
However, the monk from the White Tower Temple could not laugh. Hearing this girl mention the princess who was deeply loved and respected by the monks of the Yuelun Kingdom, his face under the shadow of the bamboo hat became even more gloomy.
"Patroness, be careful of the trouble that comes from the mouth."
Cat Girl snorted coldly, walked to Zhuo Zhihua and said, "Senior Sister, take a break."
After saying this, she took off her shoes and slowly walked forward, holding the long sword at her waist tightly. She looked at the ascetic monk and said in a clear voice, "Cat Girl of Black Ink Garden, please enlighten me, master."
When she held the ebony handle of the sword with both hands, the cute expression on the girl's face disappeared, leaving only silence and sternness. Her white socks stepped on the white snow, making a slight squeaking sound, giving the audience a very strange feeling.
The ascetic monk's expression was slightly dignified. He stretched out his right hand, and the string of black prayer beads slowly rotated.
"Kill!"
A sharp and clear voice burst out from Cat Girl's cute little mouth. A light cyan luster flashed through the snow forest, and the sword was instantly pulled out from the sheath at her waist. With an indomitable momentum, she carried her small body and instantly crossed the distance between the two of them. Accompanied by the whistling Sword Qi, she slashed towards the monk's body!
The ascetic monk was caught off guard, and with a muffled groan, he retreated. His bare black feet kicked up countless snowballs mixed with grass roots on the snow, and the string of black prayer beads in his right hand flew to his chest and rotated with a whistling sound.
The cyan luster disappeared as soon as it appeared.
The ascetic monk reached out to grab the black prayer beads, and scratches appeared on the surface of the hard prayer beads.
The cotton monk's robe on his body was cut open by the sword edge, and the cotton split open, revealing a faint bloodstain.
If Cat Girl's sword had gone deeper, the monk would have been cut open and died on the spot.
Cat Girl maintained the posture of half-squatting and holding the sword. Her chest rose and fell slightly, her face was slightly red, and she gasped softly. Her bright eyes were full of excitement. This was the first time she had fought with someone, and she didn't expect to win.
The ascetic monk looked down at the sword mark on his chest, and his stone-like jaw trembled slightly in shock and anger. He stared coldly at Cat Girl and said in a cold voice, "A little girl who has just entered the No Doubts State is so cruel."
Cat Girl's previous slash against the snow was the Sword-Drawing Movement of the Great River Sect, which focused on being mysterious and decisive, leaving no chance for the enemy to fight back. However, in the monk's view, such a sudden move was no different from a sneak attack. If it wasn't a sneak attack, how could she hurt him?
The monk of the Yuelun Kingdom chanted the name of Buddha and used his Psyche Power. The Qi of Heaven and Earth around him began to gather, and the dead leaves and snow in the snow forest began to flutter. The string of black prayer beads in his hand whistled and flew toward Cat Girl's little face.
Cat Girl felt the strong wind blowing on her face, and looked at the black prayer beads approaching her in an instant. Her reaction was obviously slower than before. After all, it was the first time for a little girl to fight. She thought that since she had won a sword strike from her opponent and had shown mercy, the battle was over. She didn't expect that her opponent would start to attack again!
At this critical moment, her body instinctively made the most appropriate response after practicing drawing the sword day after day by the Ink Lake at the foot of Mogan Mountain. With another childish cry, White Socks stepped on the white snow and moved backward. She turned her hands over, and the slender sword hanging in the air around her waist was lifted up and chopped toward the prayer beads.
However, the string of prayer beads, which was whistling and rotating at a high speed, suddenly changed shape in the air, avoided the sharp blade, and then turned back to cover the blade in Cat Girl's hand.
The prayer beads covered the bright blade, and a powerful force passed down, making Cat Girl unable to move her sword at all. She could only watch helplessly as the ascetic monk's iron staff, which had been held in his left hand, smashed down on her head!
"Buddha is merciful!"
The ascetic monk shouted sternly.
Cat Girl couldn't move the prayer beads no matter how hard she tried. She could only let the shadow of the staff cover her red little face.
In the snow forest, the girls of the Great River Kingdom screamed, but it was too late to help.
In the yellow cloth near the warm stream, a right hand holding a brush paused slightly, as if preparing to do something.
At this moment, the whistling sound of an arrow suddenly broke through the lakeside.
A shadow of an arrow came from outside the forest like a flash of lightning. It flew close to Cat Girl's slender sword and accurately shot the string of black prayer beads in a very small space!
In the buzzing sound, the arrow shot the black prayer beads out of the sword and into a big tree. The tail of the arrow kept trembling, and the black prayer beads that were nailed in the arrowhead trembled even more violently, but they couldn't escape at all.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
Cat Girl's sword suddenly regained freedom. With the last sword momentum, she forcibly flipped over and blocked the iron staff that was attacking her little face. The heavy tip of the staff smashed beside her, splashing countless mud and snow.
The ascetic monk of the Yuelun Kingdom didn't look back, but he could feel the attack on his Prayer Beads of Life. He was extremely vigilant. However, the monk, who was used to fighting, ignored the hidden enemy. With a roar, he held the staff with both hands and smashed it on the girl again.
Countless footprints appeared on the snowy ground in the forest, and each footprint created a snowflake. A figure suddenly appeared, and a cool blade light rose from the monk's staff. The chill instantly invaded the monk's fingers, and it seemed to be even colder than the winter wind in the Wilderness.
The monk resolutely abandoned the staff and retreated.
The blade did not retreat, but moved forward, breaking his sleeve, cutting his shoulder, and finally resting on the monk's throat coldly.
The monk's hands hung down, and he didn't dare to move.
Ning Que held the slender podao, looked at the monk under the knife, and said, "Master doesn't seem to know mercy."
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(I'm really sick and annoyed. It's too hard to write today. If I can't stand it tomorrow, I'll ask for leave. If I can stand it, I'll write.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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