After Ning Que left, the girls of the Great River Kingdom were still excitedly talking about what had happened. Cat Girl soaked her little feet in the hot spring and said happily, "Brother Zhong is indeed a disciple of the Academy. No wonder he is so powerful."
Zhuo Zhihua looked at her with a smile and said, "I had guessed it the first time we met. Otherwise, why did the Hill Master ask us to be so polite to him? If it were someone else, we would have driven him miles away."
Then she sighed and said, "Fortunately, this Senior Brother of the Academy showed up. I think those people in the Yuelun Kingdom and the Yan camp will behave themselves and won't send people to rob us."
Cat Girl was thinking about some details of the battle. Her little feet tapped on the surface of the stream and she raised her head slightly. She asked curiously, "Senior Brother Zhong didn't use any cultivation method to defeat that stinky monk. I didn't even feel any fluctuation of Psyche Power from him. Senior Sister, is he a cultivator?"
Zhuo Zhihua was startled and said, "I heard that there are no talented people in the Academy this year. The strongest of the six in the course of magic skills, Mr. Xie, has only entered the No Doubts State. Since Senior Brother Zhong didn't enter the course of magic skills, I guess he can't cultivate?"
She said this hesitantly because she didn't believe that an ordinary student of the Academy who couldn't cultivate could so easily defeat the monks of the White Tower Temple with his sword and arrows.
In a quiet corner of the yellow cloth, the hot spring and the hot spring gathered and dispersed. The winter sun shone down from the treetops, gilding everything with a layer of dazzling halo. The black-haired girl in white seemed not to hear the conversation of the girls. She calmly held the brush and slowly wrote. As the tip of the brush moved, her beautiful hair slowly poured down her shoulders.
Then, a letter from the Yan camp broke the happy silence of the mountain stream.
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Today, Ning Que had embarked on a completely different path from ordinary cultivators. He always held himself to the principle of "Cultivation without the purpose of defeating the enemy is a waste of time", and constantly tried to learn in his daily cultivation life and combat practice. In a sense, although his state of cultivation was still ordinary, he could already be called a master, especially when facing ordinary cultivators.
If he had accompanied Chao Xiaoshu to fight the Spring Breeze Pavilion, it would have been much easier to face the swordsmen of South Jin Kingdom and the monks of Yuelun Kingdom. If he had been asked to kill the Sword Master in the lakeside house in Chang 'an City, he would not have been so badly injured.
Of course, if he were to encounter those Grand Cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State, or powerhouses like Prince Long Qing or Wang Jinglue, no matter how fast his reaction was or how powerful his fighting style was, he would still be scared witless and fall to the ground, waiting to be beaten to death, no matter how fast his reaction was or how powerful his fighting style was.
However, if Ning Que really met such a powerhouse in the Wilderness, he naturally had other means. Whether it was the Talisman Taoism skills that he had never used in the battle, the brocade bag given to him by Master Yan Se, or the Primordial Thirteen Arrows that gathered the collective wisdom of the back of the mountain of the Academy, they would all be his means to save his life.
With a calm and objective judgment of his own strength, he had a relatively accurate assessment of the danger of entering the Wilderness. He was clear that it was impossible for him to forcibly snatch the Tomes of Arcane from the various powerhouses. However, it should not be a big problem to secretly watch or occasionally play some tricks to cause some trouble for Xia Hou.
Hiding his identity and sneaking into the Wilderness was good for sightseeing. If the situation suddenly changed and he really angered those Unworldly Sublime Beings with a wave of their hands, he would be forced into a dead end where he could neither escape nor hide. At that time, he still had two last means to save his life. It was just that those two means were not known to outsiders.
"Your Excellency, you want to enter the Wilderness alone? I swear to die rather than obey you. "
On the surface, he was the trusted lieutenant of the General's Mansion, but in reality, he was the secret bodyguard of His Majesty. With an indignant and resolute expression on his face, he drew several small flowers with his shiny steel saber in front of him. Then, without hesitation … he put it on his own neck.
"If you want to leave me behind and enter the Wilderness alone, then please step on my dead body and get out of this room."
Ning Que looked at the lieutenant who swore to die as if he was returning home, and shook his head helplessly.
The Imperial Center Administration and the secret bodyguard were directly under the imperial palace, but there was no connection between them. Therefore, the lieutenant did not know his purpose of entering the Wilderness.
Ning Que did not care much about the lieutenant's nervous attitude. He was more concerned about how he should enter the Wilderness. It had to be safe and convenient for him to retreat. The best way was to break into the palace with thousands of Tang elite cavalries, cross the Hulan Sea and go straight to the Desolate Man's tribe. However, how could he find the Tomes of Arcane with thousands of elite cavalries? And how could he hide it from General Xiahou?
Riding into the Wilderness alone seemed to be a rather heroic choice. However, although he believed that it would be easy for him to survive with his ability and familiarity with the Wilderness, this choice was too obvious. It would be too easy for him to become the most obvious target. Riding a black horse with an arrow on his back and straight to the palace alone would obviously tell the spies of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall in the Wilderness and the informants of various forces that he was very powerful, confident and narcissistic.
Only the immortal sun was qualified to be so arrogant, confident, and narcissistic. If Ning Que were to rise on the grassland like a sun, he would attract everyone's attention in the shortest time possible, and then his identity would be found out. All forces knew that he represented the will of the Tang imperial court and the Academy. Even if they did not come to kill him, they would have countless ways to trap him somewhere and make him unable to get in touch with what he wanted to get in touch with.
The General's Mansion of Tuyang City did this. Therefore, Ning Que was guarded by dozens of Tang elite soldiers and could only roam the frontier fortress all day long. At this moment, the lieutenant who was holding the saber on his neck and looking at him solemnly and resolutely did the same. Therefore, Ning Que could only frown and think of something else when he looked at him.
"Tell me, what is the best way to enter the Wilderness?"
The lieutenant was stunned and showed a look of grief and indignation on his face. His saber was already on his neck, but His Excellency did not care at all and still insisted on entering the Wilderness. Moreover, he even asked him for a way? Could it be that His Excellency would only look at him when his right hand trembled and the blade made a cut on his neck?
Ning Que suddenly thought of the yellow cloth by the lake and stream, and his frown gradually relaxed. He looked up at the lieutenant who was still holding the saber on his neck and said, "I have something for you to do. Among the students of the Academy who came to the frontier fortress for practice, there is a student named Zhong Dajun. He is now in Chengshan Camp, and I went there with you a few days ago. I want you to find a way to imprison him and not let him have any contact with the outside world. Also, you must do it secretly. Can you do it? "
The lieutenant held the saber and felt that his neck was a little stiff. He felt that his action was a little funny and answered in distress, "It should be no problem, but His Excellency …"
Ning Que waved his hand and did not listen to his advice. He said seriously, "Don't try to stop me in this way. I have never been afraid of dead people, not to mention those who seek death themselves."
The lieutenant was disheartened and thought that it was really a great misfortune to have such a cold-hearted superior.
Ning Que looked at his posture of holding the saber and said, "You are holding the saber with your right hand. If you want to commit suicide, shouldn't you turn the blade horizontally and place it on the right side of your neck?"
Only then did the lieutenant realize that there was something wrong with his posture of holding the saber. He lowered his head in shame and ran out of the room with his hands covering his face.
Ning Que shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He reached into his lapel and took out all the waist tokens after a long time. He wondered when he had become a Doraemon.
He had a lot of trump cards and even more waist tokens.
The ones given by the Academy, the secret guards, the Fish-dragon Gang, the Imperial Center Administration, and the ones given by Third Sister Yu Lian were piled densely on the table. They were made of wood, gold, stone, or neither. They were of different colors and luster.
"How can I make every waist token play its most important role?"
He looked at the waist token on the table and thought seriously. The waist token of the secret guards was useless on the grassland, but there must be spies of the imperial court in the Left King's Palace. He could use the waist token of the Imperial Center Administration to order them. If he was really forced, the waist token of the Academy would be thrown out like a magic weapon.
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Aunt Quni Madi, who had a high status in the Yuelun Kingdom, and Princess Lu Chenjia, who was famous for being infatuated, wanted a hot spring to soak in. It was not an unreasonable request. However, the hot spring had already been occupied by the female disciples of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom. Therefore, this request became unreasonable and caused a dispute, which led to more unreasonable things.
They were all cultivators who came to help Yan under the edict of the West-Hill Divine Palace. The Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom only sent ordinary disciples and the Master of Calligrapher did not come. The White Tower Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom was led by Aunt Qu. Moreover, the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia had a well-known relationship with Prince Long Qing of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall. Therefore, both the Divine Hall and the Yan Kingdom had a clear attitude towards this dispute.
Ning Que defeated the monk of the White Tower Temple and temporarily protected the ownership of the hot spring for the girls of the Great River Kingdom. However, not long after that, an extremely difficult task fell on the group of girls.
The countries of the Central Plains decided to negotiate with the Left King's Palace. In order to show their sincerity and show their benevolence and peace, the Divine Hall's Department of Light called on the countries to collect a batch of food and send it to the Wilderness to help the people of the palace get through the winter.
Even the most righteous idiot would not do such a stupid thing as keeping a tiger as a skewer. Therefore, the quantity of this batch of food could not be too large. It was only for symbolic purposes. Since it was symbolic, it naturally had to be sent to the palace before the midwinter. However, it was freezing cold and deep into the Wilderness, they could encounter the Horse Gang at any time. It was difficult and dangerous.
Especially when the commander of the coalition army was only willing to send a small number of cavalries to escort the food, this task seemed even more terrifying.
It was the girls of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom who accepted this task.
The girls of the Great River Kingdom followed the cavalries to escort the food to the Wilderness. Naturally, they could no longer occupy the beautiful hot spring by the lakeside. No matter what danger they would encounter on the way, it would be their own responsibility.
Cat Girl said angrily, "This is too much! We should reprimand the Divine Hall! "
A female disciple said sadly, "This transfer order may have the intention of the Divine Hall."
Cat Girl opened her eyes wide and did not understand her Senior Sister's words. How could the Haotian Taoist Divine Palace, which was sacred and righteous in the hearts of the believers in the world, do such a thing?
Zhuo Zhihua said bitterly, "Prince Long Qing is the future Emperor's son-in-law of the Yuelun Kingdom. Who do you think the Divine Hall will support? Although there is no evidence, we can guess the reason for this transfer order. Aunt Qu of the Yuelun Kingdom has always been very vengeful. But Senior Brother Zhong is a student of the Academy and he is in the Blue Water Battalion of the Dongsheng Stockaded Village. She can't do anything about it. Of course, she will vent her anger on us. Otherwise, how can she show her arrogance? "
The girls of the Great River Kingdom by the mountain stream thought of the danger they might encounter on the long journey and were very worried. They all looked at the black-haired girl sitting at the small table in the depths of the yellow cloth.
"Hill Master, now that things have come to this, you must stand up and speak."
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(In recent days, I have written it with the greatest perseverance and hard work. Day after day, I am afraid of tomorrow. If I really can't write it, I will tell everyone. If I can write it, I will not say it. I am grateful.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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