(Ning Que is Mr. Thirteen of the Second floor. The meaning is clear. He is an idiot.
I'm also an idiot. That's why I decided to write ten thousand words seven days a week starting from February 13th. I'll get it done. But the beginning will definitely be the hardest, so don't worry about me if your writing is rough. Next week, I'll start revising the second volume. Continue writing, see you later.)
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No matter if it was a thief or a soldier, the person sitting on the saddle usually used a short bow or a machete because of the limited space. But Ning Que was different. Since he started fighting in the City of Wei, the boxwood bow and podao he used were longer. So he was used to stepping on the saddle, straightening his body to draw the bow and shoot arrows or draw his machete to cut people. Although it was a little inconvenient to operate, in the eyes of the onlookers, this posture was actually quite magnificent.
When he shot another arrow and killed the second Horse Gang in the distance in the darkness of the night, the girl Mo Shanshan, who had been following him expressionlessly, finally had some splendor in her eyes.
The Wilderness was full of winter clouds that covered the stars. In the dark night, even the hand holding the bow could not be seen clearly. But Ning Que could accurately shoot the Horse Gang a stone's throw away. It was really incredible. It was as if the night could not cover his eyes at all, as if he could clearly see everything in the darkness.
Although Ning Que only had ten of his acupoints opened and the Qi of Heaven and Earth that he could control was too little, his meditation and mental training over the years had made his Psyche Power perception as sharp as a needle. Thus, he was extremely sensitive to the aura changes of things around him. When he climbed the mountain on the Second floor of the Academy, he relied on this to walk through the mountain path.
At this time, in the dark night, he could easily see the Horse Gang and lock them in front of his arrow. It was also because of his extremely condensed and sensitive Psyche Power. The Psyche Power came out of the sense of perception and touched the Qi between heaven and earth with the night wind. So to him, the Wilderness was like daytime.
This method should not have been used by cultivators in the past because it wasted precious Psyche Power. If there was enough Psyche Power, he could directly kill those ordinary Horse Gang. Why use Psyche Power as a means of detection?
All in all, it could only be said that Ning Que was different from ordinary cultivators. The amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth he could control was so little that it made people sigh. His Psyche Power was so abundant and sensitive that it made people sigh. His willpower to combine cultivation and fighting was so great that it made people sigh. A few sigh had created such a scene.
When Ning Que shot the second arrow, Mo Shanshan quietly stared at him. As the most outstanding cultivator of the young generation in the world, she acutely noticed that there was a trace of condensed Psyche Power oscillating beside her at this moment. She could not help but frown slightly and thought to herself, "Is he really a cultivator?"
The Horse Gang in the distance had just woken up from their sleep when two of their companions were killed by the arrow. Although they were shocked at how the arrow could be so accurate in the dark night, they still reacted very quickly. They jumped on the back of the horse, fiercely squeezed the horse's abdomen and ran wildly toward the direction of the arrow. They wanted to shorten the distance between the two sides in the shortest time, so that the enemy could not display his terrifying archery. At the same time, they also wanted the darkness to no longer be a curtain in front of them so that they could fight back.
The hooves sounded like rain.
In the process of the Horse Gang rushing over, Ning Que pulled the bowstring and an arrow shot into the head of a horse. The horse screamed and fell to the ground, throwing the Horse Gang on its back to the ground. Another arrow narrowly brushed past the cheek of a Horse Gang and flew away.
The Horse Gang on the grassland were good at riding and shooting. While charging, they retracted their bodies into the horse's abdomen, so Ning Que's arrows could not directly threaten them. In a flash, accompanied by the increasingly clear and dense hooves, the nearly ten Horse Gang swept over like a gust of wind. One could even see the reflection of the sharp weapons.
The Big Black Horse had not experienced a real battle in the wild, but it was not afraid when it saw its own kind rushing closer and closer. Instead, its eyes revealed the light of excitement. It kept stamping its front hooves excitedly and wanted to rush forward without waiting for Ning Que to pull the reins.
Looking at the approaching Horse Gang and listening to their shrill and furious roars, Mo Shanshan did not know how Ning Que was going to deal with them. Her fingers that were hidden in her white sleeves gently picked up something.
The excitement of the Big Black Horse did not comfort Ning Que. He angrily slapped its head heavily and signaled it to be quiet. Then he jumped off the horse's back. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he did not hesitate and rushed towards the Horse Gang that was sweeping up the dust and gravel.
The distance between the two sides was already very close. It was only a matter of a moment before they came into contact. No one had the time to pull the bow and shoot an arrow. The Horse Gang finally saw the appearance of the enemy clearly. The two horses on the left and right at the front lifted the reins and directly collided with Ning Que. The few horses following behind sat up straight with strange cries, pulled out the machetes from their waists and waved them continuously.
There was a clang.
Ning Que pulled out the podao on his back and crossed his feet to avoid the two horses that came with a strong gust of wind. He turned his right hand and the blade drew out two snow-white rays of light. Then, blood suddenly appeared.
The two horses cried out in pain and suddenly fell forward, landing heavily on the plains with two muffled sounds. Their front hooves, which had been chopped off by the podao, were still flying in the air due to inertia, drawing out two miserable streaks of blood.
The blade attacked, following a curved and deadly cold path. If it was an ordinary person, perhaps he would not be able to avoid such a strange chopping. But Ning Que was too familiar with the Horse Gang and the machetes that they used. He was so familiar that even if he closed his eyes, he could easily avoid being touched by them.
At this time, the night was deep. There was not much difference between opening or closing one's eyes.
Therefore, he easily lowered his head, turned and swept sideways, avoiding the several machetes from the Horse Gang. Then, he clenched his hands and the slender podao tore a few terrifying cracks in the night sky. It cut off several horse hooves, split open the chest and abdomen of the Horse Gang, and brought down a few strands of fine horse mane. Then, it was heavily inserted into the slightly hard mud of the field.
In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the front of the Horse Gang. Under his podao, two Horse Gang members died and five horses fell. But the machetes in the hands of the Horse Gang did not leave any mark on him.
At this time, the winter clouds in the sky occasionally scattered, revealing some starlight. Although they still could not see his face clearly, they could clearly see his figure. The Horse Gang lifted the reins and turned back to look at Ning Que who was standing in the field with a knife. Their bodies were stiff and their hands holding the machetes kept trembling. But they still felt extremely cold.
The Horse Gang used the fastest speed to rescue their companions who were still breathing on the ground. They rode together to the periphery for a distance and looked at Ning Que nervously and vigilantly, but they did not have the courage to draw their bows and aim at him.
Ning Que walked over and listened to the miserable howls of the horses with broken hooves in the night. He held the podao in his hand and cut the throats of the horses slowly and steadily, letting them die at the fastest speed.
Then, he looked at the Horse Gang not far away and stretched out his fingers to shake in the night wind. He did not know if the other party could see his movements clearly and if they could understand the meaning of his movements.
"Why don't you kill all these Horse Gang?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the Horse Gang who were fleeing in the night and asked in confusion.
"The Horse Gang can't be killed."
Ning Que said, "At least I can't kill this group of Horse Gang who are following us alone."
Mo Shanshan turned back to look at him. She looked very focused, but her eyes were still drifting, showing that she was not focused.
Ning Que looked at her beautiful round face and said after a moment of silence, "The reason why I killed people tonight is that I hope they can bring back an accurate message."
"What message?"
"I want to tell them that in addition to you, the Talisman Master, there is another person who is good at killing Horse Gang in the grain delivery team. If this group of Horse Gang wants to eat us, they have to pay a greater price. If the harvest is not proportional to the risk, maybe they will withdraw by themselves. "
Mo Shanshan said, "Although I have never met Horse Gang, I have heard many legends about grassland Horse Gang. They are known for being cold and bloodthirsty. How could they retreat because of some small setbacks?"
"The colder and more murderous a person is, the more he is afraid of death … I may know more about Horse Gang than you do."
He continued to say, "Tonight I came to kill Horse Gang not only to let them bring back a clear message, but also to teach you some things."
Mo Shanshan's ink-like condensed but refreshing eyebrows frowned, "Teach me to kill people?"
"Kill people, or how not to be killed."
Ning Que looked at her and said seriously, "You are the most powerful person in this team. When the Horse Gang attacks, I can save my life, but the lives of those ordinary soldiers and civilians still depend on you. But a few days ago, you wasted your Psyche Power to arrange talisman arrays outside the camp, which seems to me to be a waste. "
He said, "You are our big killer, so you should not be used for defense, but for attack."
Mo Shanshan was silent for a long time after hearing these words, and then she said, "I have been cultivating Talisman Taoism since childhood. In my understanding, only Divine Talisman Masters can take the initiative to attack."
Ning Que remembered what Master Yan Se taught him in Chang 'an City, and could not help laughing. He looked at her expressionless steamed bun face, which always had some natural joy, and said, "Who said that Talisman Masters can't attack before reaching Knowing Destiny State? As long as it is used properly, even if the steamed bun is frozen hard, it can still kill people. "
Although Ning Que had a clear understanding of the grassland Horse Gang and had dealt with them for many years, the development of the situation was not completely as Ning Que expected. On the second day, the Horse Gang stayed away from the grain delivery team, but they did not disperse. Instead, they formed a team again and followed them from a distance.
Distance can make people feel beautiful and safe. Although the distance between the Horse Gang and the grain delivery team had no real meaning for safety, they could clearly feel that the mental pressure of the Yan soldiers and civilians in the team was much less. Even the girls from the Great River Kingdom could occasionally see smiles on their faces.
A corner of the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que on the big black horse beside the carriage. She looked at his cheeks that were mostly covered by the bamboo hat, and suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with the Wilderness?"
Ning Que nodded.
Mo Shanshan looked at the shadow cast by the bamboo hat on his face and said, "The wind in the Wilderness is strong, and ordinary people should not wear bamboo hats. But why do you and many Horse Gangs wear bamboo hats?"
Ning Que hooked the tie on his chin with his little finger and said, "With the tie, we are not afraid of being blown away by the wind. As for why we are used to wearing bamboo hats … The sun in the Wilderness is too strong, so this thing can block the sun. The most important thing is that it can cover our faces. "
The purpose of covering their faces was not to be ashamed to see others, but to not let others see their faces. Whether it was the Horse Gang or him, they always protected their identities very thoroughly.
Cat Girl looked at the group of Horse Gangs that were almost parallel to the grain delivery team in the northeast direction. She frowned and asked, "Senior Brother, where do these Horse Gangs come from? This place should not be far from the palace. Does no one care about them? "
"I seem to have answered this question a few days ago."
Ning Que pulled the bamboo hat lower and said, "Many of the most powerful Horse Gangs on the grassland have masters. Now the group of Horse Gangs following us obviously have masters."
Cat Girl asked curiously, "How do you know?"
Ning Que looked at the group of Horse Gangs in the distance and said after a moment of silence, "Because these Horse Gangs are too disciplined."
"Then who is their master?"
"I don't know."
Ning Que shook his head and thought that there were not many forces on the grassland that could afford to support such a large group of Horse Gangs. However, as analyzed a few days ago, those forces had no reason to instigate the Horse Gangs to rob the grain delivery team.
The grain delivery team represented the attitude of the countries of the Central Plains and the Left King's Palace. The grain delivery team mainly carried a symbolic meaning, and the quantity was not too much. If the Horse Gangs came for the grain, they should immediately withdraw when they found that the grain delivery team was very difficult to deal with. Unless the Horse Gangs did not rob and kill the grain delivery team for the grain, but to break the agreement, or to target someone in the grain delivery team, then this matter would become very tricky.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the window beside him with the corner of his eyes. A winter wind blew and lifted a corner of the curtain, revealing Mo Shanshan's calm and indifferent face.
In his view, the only person in the grain delivery team who was qualified to attract so many Horse Gangs was the girl in white in the carriage. Of course, when thinking about this problem, he excluded himself in advance, because he believed that no one knew that he was disguised as a male disciple of Black Ink Garden and mixed in the grain delivery team.
The situation gradually deteriorated as Ning Que thought. The atmosphere in the grain delivery team only relaxed for a day, but quickly became more tense and even panicked. Because in the next two or three days, the Horse Gangs that followed the grain delivery team not only did not leave, but also new small groups of Horse Gangs appeared continuously and merged with the Horse Gangs in the distance.
This place was not too far from the palace. Even if the elite cavalry came to help, it would only take about two and a half days to arrive. It was impossible for the grain delivery team to break out of the encirclement with light, so they could only hope for reinforcements. That night, two bunches of fireworks rose into the night sky from the camp, brightening up the deep night, and also illuminating the mountain-like Horse Gangs in the distance.
Along the way, the fireworks bloomed, and the Horse Gangs converged. The number of Horse Gangs following the grain delivery team increased, and gradually became a black sea of people and horses. Even if the people in the grain delivery team looked at it, they would feel frightened.
Ning Que became more and more silent. He looked at the more than 600 Horse Gangs in the distance, and the doubts in his heart became more and more intense. What did these Horse Gangs want to do?
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