Listening to the continuous crying in the camp, the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall slightly frowned.
He could understand the indifference of the disciples of Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom, but he did not care about their indifference. Instead, he was a little disdainful and sarcastic. Ignoring them, he raised his right hand and signaled his subordinates to start cleaning the battlefield.
The cold and gorgeous sword edge pierced into the neck of the Horse Gang and cut off the head with a twist and a cut. Regardless of whether the dead Horse Gang's eyes were open or closed, the commander threw the head into the big bag.
The cavalrymen of Divine Hall began to harvest the heads of the Horse Gang.
Although many Horse Gangs outside the camp died in the first counterattack in the morning, died in the talisman fire, and died in the desperate resistance of the grain team, at this moment, no one would compete with the cavalrymen of Divine Hall for military merits.
People in the camp were busy treating the seriously injured, moving the corpses, cleaning up the losses, saving the few remaining provisions, and dispelling the sadness and anger in their hearts.
With the broken and scorched cart formation as the dividing line, the inside and outside of the camp were naturally divided into two worlds.
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked at the ruined camp and the obvious traces of the battle. He imagined the charge of the Horse Gang and the fierce battle the camp had withstood before the arrival of the reinforcements, and could not help but feel a little admiration.
His eyes fell on the wreckage of the carriage in the center of the camp, and his pupils slightly shrank. He did not find the figure of the young Talisman Master, nor the black shadow.
After a moment of silence, he lightly kicked the horse's abdomen and urged the horse to pass through a gap in the cart formation. He came to the back of the disciples of Black Ink Garden who were busy treating the injured, and asked, "Who is in charge here?"
Zhuo Zhihua forcefully tied a piece of cloth to the bleeding wound of a civilian's broken arm, and gently lifted the hair coagulated by the blood in front of her forehead. She turned to look at the commander on the horse, but did not answer him.
A disciple of Black Ink Garden heard the question and subconsciously looked back at a carriage in the camp.
Cat Girl suddenly thought of what Ning Que had told her before. She handed the medicine in her hand to a Senior Sister next to her and trotted out of the camp.
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In addition to the mules and horses, there were three carriages in the grain delivery team. Among them, the carriage where the young Talisman Master was in had been shattered into pieces by the power of the Half Divine Talisman, while the other two carriages were intact.
The Big Black Horse was waiting outside one of the carriages, kicking its hooves in boredom. The interior of the carriage was dim. Only when the winter wind of the Wilderness lifted a corner of the curtain did the interior become a little brighter. There was a parcel lying quietly on the board of the carriage. Judging from the sunken surface of the board, the parcel was obviously not as heavy as it was.
Ning Que reached out to wipe off the blood oozing out of his mouth and nose. He then reached into the basin beside him and washed it with clean water. Then, he took a small copper box and opened it. Looking at the shabby things in the box, he could not help but shake his head.
"You're a girl, why do you only have so little makeup?"
"It's not mine, it's theirs."
Mo Shanshan, who was sitting on the opposite side, looked at Ning Que attentively. It seemed that only by concentrating could she make her unfocused and indifferent eyes fall on his face. At this time, there was some doubt in her eyes.
"As far as I know, girls in the Great River Kingdom attach great importance to makeup. Last year, there was a popular eyebrow raising makeup in Chang 'an City. I heard that it was spread from your country. Why don't you people care about it?"
Ning Que lowered his head to grind the powder. His movements seemed very skillful and experienced.
"Cultivators don't need to care about makeup."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly. Seeing that he didn't want to discuss this issue, her black and beautiful eyebrows slowly furrowed. She asked, "Why do you need makeup?"
Ning Que raised his head and reached out to lift the hair in front of her forehead. His fingers moved casually and combed the waterfall-like black hair into shape. Then, he picked up a very delicate wooden hairpin beside him and pinned it.
"Because we need you to be very energetic now."
He concentrated on picking the thickness of the rouge and casually explained, "The guys in the Divine Hall are all psychopaths. Although they are shameless, they won't go crazy at any time and place. But no one knows whether they will do something crazier to prevent their shamelessness from being spread."
Ning Que picked up a touch of rouge with his fingernail, thinned it, and then dipped it into a pure white cotton handkerchief specially found. He motioned the young Talisman Master to raise her face and said, "The only thing we can use to deter them now is you. So, you have to be energetic and can't be as weak as you are now. It seems that you will die at any time."
"What's the relationship between the two?" Mo Shanshan asked seriously.
"Although you are known as the Calligraphy Addict and can deter those cavalrymen of Divine Hall, if you are too weak, it is easy to stimulate the madness of some psychopaths. Once they go crazy, they will not care whether you are one of the three Addicts or the last disciple of the Master of Calligrapher Wang … I know this psychological factor is difficult to explain. You only need to know that many life-and-death fights in the world are often just because someone glanced at someone."
Ning Que guessed the real identity of Mo Shanshan from the shore of the blue lake in winter to the blood-soaked battle with her in the Wilderness. It was also the first time that he made it clear in his words.
There was only one young Talisman Master in the world who could draw Half Divine Talisman.
Because there was only one Calligraphy Addict in the world.
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Mo Shanshan had been apprenticed to the Master of Calligrapher in Mogan Mountain since she was a child. She had been obsessed with calligraphy and talisman for more than ten years and did not have much experience in the secular world. Facing Ning Que, who had been killing people to survive since he was a child, she naturally felt that she could learn a lot.
No one knew whether she understood Ning Que's words or not. Anyway, she obediently raised her face.
Her face was very small with slightly puffed cheeks and picturesque eyebrows. Although she was pale and haggard at the moment, she was still beautiful.
Ning Que held the small square handkerchief dipped in rouge and looked at the small face close to him. He was stunned for a moment and then smiled.
Two years ago, he was still killing Horse Gang, gambling, drinking and bullying Sangsang in the City of Wei. He never thought that one day he would be in the same carriage with the Calligraphy Addict, one of the three Addicts in the world, and that she would be so obedient and let him do whatever he wanted.
He rubbed the rouge on her face with his fingers and it gradually dispersed.
It was neither heavy nor light makeup.
Mo Shanshan's pale face gradually became ruddy under his fingers.
It felt good to rub the girl's face with his fingers, especially her slightly puffed cheeks, which were soft and tender.
Mo Shanshan sat quietly with her head slightly lowered, letting him rub on her face with her eyelashes slightly trembling.
Soon the makeup was finished. The girl's pale and haggard face looked fresh and beautiful, and the blush looked very real.
Ning Que wondered when his craftsmanship had become so good. Then he was going to draw her eyebrows, but he noticed that her eyebrows were thin and black, just as beautiful as the painting. After thinking for a moment, he finally put down the charcoal pen gently.
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"Do you often do these things?" Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked.
Ning Que thought of his home life after he entered Chang 'an City and became a rich man. He thought of the large pile of rouge and powder of Chenjinji Cosmetics Store hidden on the bed in the Old Brush Pen Shop. He smiled gently and said, "I have a little girl at home, so I do these things a lot."
Mo Shanshan's long and sparse eyelashes blinked, and she did not continue to ask anything. She turned around and lifted the curtain to look outside. Her cheeks that had just become ruddy became paler again.
People in the camp were carrying the bodies of the dead and collecting wood. It seemed that they were going to cremate the dead. At the periphery of the camp, the cavalrymen of Divine Hall had almost finished harvesting the heads of the Horse Gang. The black and gold-patterned armor of light was stained with blood, and the sacks were bulging with numerous heads.
The Central Plains Coalition Army entered the Wilderness to assist Yan Kingdom under the edict of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Except for the Tang Army on the western battlefront, the eastern battlefront was determined by the heads. Today, the cavalrymen of Divine Hall had harvested at least more than 300 heads, which was naturally a great achievement.
Logically speaking, this achievement should mainly belong to the disciples of the Black Ink Garden and the soldiers and civilians of the Yan Kingdom. However, the cavalrymen of Divine Hall unscrupulously snatched the achievement. Although Mo Shanshan did not care about it, she could clearly feel that the people in the camp who were silently preparing for the cremation were becoming more and more sad and angry.
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked at the young Talisman Master who lifted the curtain and noticed that she was in good spirits. He could not help but secretly shiver, thinking that this girl had just taken a great risk to forcibly use the Divine Talisman across the state. He did not expect that she could recover in such a short time. She really deserved to be one of the three Addicts in the world who were as famous as the Priest.
"It turns out that Hill Master is in charge here. I didn't know it before, so the rescue came late. Please forgive me, Hill Master."
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked calm. In one sentence, he forgot that he did not take any action and coldly watched the camp being attacked. He bowed with hands folded in front to show rare respect to the Calligraphy Addict Mo Shanshan, and then said, "Miss is in the carriage on the meadow now. She asked me to invite Hill Master to meet her."
The Papal Guardians of the Western Church were directly managed by the Judicial Department. If the Miss he mentioned was not the Tao Addict Ye Hongyu, it must be the Flower Addict. Mo Shanshan was very clear about this, and she knew that the Flower Addict was above the meadow.
"The Black Ink Garden is ordered by the Divine Hall to escort the provisions into the palace. It is our duty and we dare not to leave."
Mo Shanshan looked at the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall and said.
The commander smiled slightly and said, "Miss and Hill Master have not seen each other for several years. She hopes to see you again."
These words were said peacefully with affection, but indifferently revealed a hint of toughness.
Mo Shanshan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If she really wanted to see me, she could have come down from the meadow to see me. Since she did not see me before, there is no need to see me now."
These words were said calmly with a hint of sarcasm, but it did not conceal the toughness.
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked slightly gloomy and silently looked at her sitting in front of the carriage. No one knew what he was thinking about. Finally, he lifted the reins and left without saying a word.
Outside the camp, a cavalryman of Divine Hall held two podaos and walked to the front of his horse.
The commander looked at the complicated lines carved on the two podaos. Although he could not understand the meaning for a while, as a strong man in the Seethrough Realm, he instinctively felt the hidden beauty and realm. His eyes brightened.
Just when he was about to take the two podaos as trophies and study them in the future, a clear and angry voice sounded not far away.
"Those are ours!"
Cat Girl angrily stared at the commander on the horse. Her face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her body was covered with dust and blood stains. It seemed that she had been looking for the two podaos outside the camp for a long time.
The commander smiled faintly and lifted the reins lightly to leave. He did not care about her at all.
Cat Girl trotted quickly and rushed to the front of his horse like a gust of wind. Holding the ebony handle of her sword, she stared at him and refused to give way. She did not hide the hatred in her clear eyes.
Several cavalrymen of Divine Hall unceremoniously stepped forward and tried to push her away.
With a clear sound, Cat Girl unsheathed her sword. Looking at several cavalrymen of Divine Hall who were much taller than her, she showed no fear and said with a slightly trembling voice, "You have cut off the heads of the Horse Gang. Do you still want to rob our weapons?"
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked at her coldly and said, "The disciples of Black Ink Garden use either talismans or swords. When did you start to use knives?"
Zhuo Zhihua and other disciples of Black Ink Garden saw the conflict here and rushed over. When they found that their petite junior sister was surrounded by these shameless cavalrymen of Divine Hall, they could not help bursting out their long-suppressed anger. The sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard rang out and they confronted the cavalrymen of Divine Hall.
The atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely tense. Although hundreds of elite cavalrymen of Divine Hall took the lead, the number of Black Ink Garden disciples was very small and they were all exhausted. However, with their perseverance, they did not retreat even half a step.
A winter wind blew in the meadow. Mo Shanshan walked over slowly with her white dress fluttering in the wind. She looked indifferent and indifferent. She looked at the impatient cavalrymen of Divine Hall and the commander on the horse and said indifferently, "Our disciples of Black Ink Garden can use knives whenever they want. Do we also need to explain to the Divine Hall about this kind of thing?"
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall looked at her silently and suddenly said, "Hill Master's words seem a little unreasonable."
Mo Shanshan said, "Do you mean that the Divine Hall now also thinks that thieves are reasonable?"
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall slightly changed his expression and felt humiliated. He looked at her and those disciples of Black Ink Garden who were holding swords in front of the horse and said coldly, "How dare you compare the Divine Hall with thieves? So disrespectful! Do you want the Judicial Department to ask the Sage of Calligrapher how he teaches his disciple? "
Mo Shanshan calmly replied, "I will wait for the Great Divine Priest of Judgment's words on behalf of my teacher."
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall clearly guessed that the Calligraphy Addict should be forcing herself to be spirited at this time, but he did not dare to offend her at will. He stared at the young Talisman Master's eyes and suddenly said, "Hill Master has been ordered by the Divine Hall to transport provisions into the palace. This matter is related to the peace negotiation between the two sides. Now the provisions have been destroyed. I don't know how you will explain to the Divine Hall and the coalition army. If the peace negotiation between the two sides is broken because of this, I don't know whether you can bear the responsibility."
"How to explain to the Divine Hall and the coalition army is my business. It has nothing to do with you." Mo Shanshan slightly blinked her eyelashes and softly said, "Even if I don't explain, you can't kill me here …"
She raised her head and quietly looked at the eyes of the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall, saying, "Or kill all the people here."
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall slightly frowned.
Mo Shanshan gently smoothed the hair that was blown to her cheeks by the wind to the back of her shoulders and calmly said, "Since you won't kill all of us, then what are you still doing here? Put down the podaos and go. "
The commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall was silent for a long time. He casually threw the two podaos on the saddle to the ground and looked at her with a slight smile, saying, "I hope to see Hill Master again in the palace."
Cat Girl sheathed her sword and pushed away the cavalrymen of Divine Hall in front of her. She rushed to the commander's horse and picked up the two podaos. She tightly held them in her arms like treasures and stared at him vigilantly.
Mo Shanshan did not respond to the invitation or threat of the commander of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall. She directly turned around and walked back to the camp.
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In the Wilderness in the deep winter, the sun appeared along the low southern sky and soon disappeared. The battle started in the early morning. When the battlefield was cleaned up, it was almost dusk and the light became dim.
The dense sound of horse hooves above the meadow sounded like thunder and then gradually became lower. The cavalrymen of Divine Hall escorted Aunt Quni Madi of Yuelun Kingdom, the girl in the carriage, and people from the Revelation Institute and the White Tower Temple.
The blood-like dusk shrouded the camp, making the bloodstains on the ground and carriage boards even more dazzling. Broken carriage boards, carriage fragments, and hay were piled up together and seemed to be burning in the sunset.
After a while, these things were really ignited. The fire became bigger in an instant with the help of the wind in the Wilderness and gradually swallowed the bodies of the victims piled up on it.
In the crackling sound, one could vaguely see the melted, scorched, and deformed bodies, which made people feel extremely confused and complicated. The air began to fill with a terrible and disgusting burnt smell.
The survivors around the cremation ground lowered their heads and began to chant the Reincarnation Order from the Haotian Taoism song in unison. The monotonous syllables kept repeating, praying that the souls in the flame could smoothly return to the embrace of Haotian. The somewhat messy voice at first became more and more orderly, low and full of compassion.
Ning Que did not get off the carriage because he was seriously injured. He lifted the curtain and silently looked at the flame in the distance, listening to the chanting and prayers of the people. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the high and distant sky above his head.
The sky in the Wilderness was as clean as he was familiar with. But at this time, under the light of the sunset, it naturally divided into two different worlds. The near night side was as blue as the sea, while the near day side was burning like fire.
He could not explain why he came to this world. In his childhood in Chang 'an, he had been exposed to the faith of Haotian. His master, Master Yan Se, was a Minister of Offerings in the South School of Haotian and a Great Divine Priest with a seat in the West-Hill Divine Palace.
So he naturally believed in Haotian like most people in the world.
However, at this moment, in front of the countless souls in the flame, under the sea and fiery sky, his view of the world was gradually changing uncontrollably.
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People set up camp again in the meadow and spent a long and cold night. The next morning, dozens of surviving cavalrymen of Yan Kingdom returned to the south with the wounded. They were the direct descendants of Crown Prince Chong Ming and knew very well why the cavalrymen of Divine Hall had such an attitude when they were attacked yesterday. They also knew that even if they went to the palace, they would not get any justice at all, and even had a great risk of being punished by the Divine Hall. So naturally, they chose to return.
The disciples of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom did not go south with the cavalrymen of Yan Kingdom. Instead, they took two carriages and several horses and set off again, heading northeast to the Left-Tent palace.
Looking at the desolate scenery and the remaining snow in the sparse grass outside the window, Ning Que coughed twice and took out the handkerchief prepared by Sangsang. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the girl in white opposite him. He asked, "Why do you want to go to the palace?"
"The matter of the grain team needs an explanation, and …"
Mo Shanshan slightly lowered her eyelashes and trembled slightly. After a long silence, she said, "I am very angry."
Ning Que looked at her and smiled. He said, "I find that I kind of like you."
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