Hearing this, the young Talisman Master lowered her head and looked at the white dress on her knees. It seemed that the lace there was very beautiful, but in fact, the white dress was plain with nothing on it.
The horse carriage was still moving forward. The wind in the Wilderness lifted the curtain, and the morning sunshine shone in. The morning sunshine shone on the plain black and white decoration in the carriage, and on her black hair and white face, separating out a few wisps of light and shadow. A calm and affirmative voice slowly came from her lips, "I think, I already have someone I like."
The morning sunshine also fell on Ning Que. He did not expect that his habitual way of speaking would cause the other party to misunderstand. He smiled awkwardly, and his smile looked very gentle in the morning sunshine. "I have a lot of people I like. Like is a common phrase that I use to express my kindness. I hope it won't make you feel too abrupt."
The Wilderness ground was blown dry and hard by the cold wind, and the wheels on it shook from time to time. The horse carriage was not big, and the two sat opposite each other. With the rise and fall of the carriage, their knees almost touched each other.
Ning Que moved back and leaned against the cotton cushion by the window. His sore body finally found a support point, and he could not help but let out a comfortable sigh. Looking at the beautiful face of the young girl close at hand, he said, "This is what the world is like. You don't need to be unhappy about those disgusting things."
Yesterday, he helped Mo Shanshan make up and tied her waterfall-like black hair at the back. When she woke up this morning, Mo Shanshan still maintained this hairstyle. He did not know whether she did not care about it, or she thought Ning Que's craftsmanship was really good. So when she habitually combed the hair in front of her forehead, her slender fingers missed.
She very seriously asked, "Joy and hate are all emotions. How can you suppress them?"
Ning Que leaned against the window, and his eyes were slightly squinted by the dazzling morning sunshine from the corner of the curtain. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't mean to suppress this kind of emotion, but to not be affected by this kind of emotion. Being angry is to punish yourself with other people's mistakes. It is not worthwhile."
Mo Shanshan slowly frowned and persistently asked, "But being angry is being angry."
Looking at her eyebrows, Ning Que suddenly had an impulse to touch them with his fingers. He withdrew his hands into his sleeves and said, "Since you are angry, of course you should vent your anger as soon as possible. So I support you to go to the palace. But have you thought clearly, once you meet the cavalrymen of Divine Hall or those nobles in the palace, what should you do?"
Mo Shanshan shook her head expressionlessly. She just intuitively thought that she should go to the palace to find the cavalrymen of Divine Hall and those people on the meadow, and seek justice for the dead Yan Kingdom's soldiers and soldiers.
Ning Que seemed to have guessed what she was thinking. He looked at her and said seriously, "There is no such thing as justice. Even if you are powerful enough, you may not be able to get it back. So venting your anger has nothing to do with justice, but fairness. "King Yan, Man you. "If others hit us, we will hit them. If others curse us, we will hit them. If others want to kill us, we will kill them first."
Mo Shanshan opened her eyes and looked at him. It seemed that she did not expect that many things from his mouth would become so simple and presumptuous. She slightly frowned and asked, "You … Tangs, do you all see things like this?"
"Almost." Ning Que said with a smile, "We have been receiving this kind of education since we were born."
Mo Shanshan reached out to lift the curtain of the window beside her. She looked at the desolate scenery of the Wilderness gradually retreating, looked at the few lonely birds in the distant sky, and thought of the people in the horse carriage on the meadow yesterday. After a moment of silence, she said, "What if I can't kill those people when I arrive at the palace?"
Naturally, the cavalrymen of Divine Hall and the nobles they protected could not be killed easily, even if she was the well-known Calligraphy Addict. Ning Que looked at her confused expression and vaguely guessed that those people on the meadow might be of extremely high status.
"Who were those people on the meadow yesterday?"
Mo Shanshan turned her head and looked at him. She softly said, "The students of the Revelation Institute and the monks of the White Tower Temple. If you want to ask the person in the horse carriage, she is the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom and also the favorite of the Revelation Institute."
Ning Que's frown gradually relaxed. The change in his expression did not mean that he was relaxed. Instead, it showed that he was a little surprised. He said, "The Flower Addict Lu Chenjia? What is the legendary wonderful person doing in the Wilderness? "
Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly smiled. Her originally stiff expression suddenly became lively because of this rare smile. Especially the undisciplined and cold gaze in her eyes, it actually became a bit cuter in an instant.
"You don't know that Mo Shanshan is the Calligraphy Addict, but you know the name of the Flower Addict."
Ning Que smiled. He thought that if it was the Flower Addict, it would be wishful thinking for them to go to the palace to seek justice. After his smile gradually faded, he looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You can't kill people, but you want to vent your anger. Perhaps I can give you some ideas. What does the Flower Addict Lu Chenjia like or value the most?"
"She is called the Flower Addict. Her favorite and most cherished thing is naturally flowers."
Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's face as if she was looking at an idiot. She said, "Other than that, everyone knows that she is crazy about Prince Long Qing. In fact, she is a very virtuous person."
Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "Venting anger is nothing more than bullying people. If you want to go to the palace to vent your anger, then you can directly start with flowers and virtuousness."
Then, he began to seriously plan for Mo Shanshan. Once they met Lu Chenjia in the palace, what kind of method should be used to appease the anger of the disciples of Black Ink Garden and how to avoid causing too much of a commotion.
Mo Shanshan's brows furrowed slightly as she listened to these seemingly childish yet sinister ideas when she thought about it carefully. She looked at Ning Que's smiling face under the morning light. She looked at his fresh little dimples and suddenly felt that his smile was so hateful and so cute at the same time.
Bullying people was Ning Que's favorite thing to do. Bullying the strong as the weak was something he loved more than making love. He thought to himself that he had already bullied Prince Long Qing once in advance. He did not know what the Flower Addict would think of him if she knew. Just as he was thinking excitedly, he suddenly realized that Mo Shanshan was looking at him attentively from the corner of his eyes. Only then did he realize that he had gotten carried away and could not help but smile awkwardly.
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Ning Que asked, "Are you very familiar with the Flower Addict?"
At this time, Mo Shanshan was grinding ink and laying paper. In order to keep a distance from Ning Que, she leaned as far as possible towards the window. She answered, "She once went to Mogan Mountain a few years ago. I spent dozens of days with her."
Ning Que leaned against the carriage and looked up at the plain decorations in the carriage. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of person is the Flower Addict? Is she very beautiful? Is she really as crazy about flowers as the rumors say? "
Mo Shanshan's right hand holding the pen slightly paused. She turned back to look at him and said, "Are you very interested in her?"
Ning Que said with a smile, "I'm really curious about what Prince Long Qing's fiancée looks like. Because I've always been curious. Is there any woman in this world who doesn't feel inferior when facing Prince Long Qing's perfect face?"
Mo Shanshan gently put the pen on the shelf and turned around with her hand on the ground. She slightly tilted her head to look at him and asked, "Have you seen Prince Long Qing?"
"Even if I haven't seen him, I've heard of him. Everyone knows that His Highness is the most beautiful man in the world."
After saying this, Ning Que found that the young Talisman Master was still staring at him. He knew that she did not believe this statement, so he had to raise his hands in surrender and said with a smile, "Well, I admit that I have seen him."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly. No one knew what she was thinking about. Her eyes, which were as calm as the autumn lake, suddenly became bright for a moment. Her lips slightly moved as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end, she did not ask. She seemed to be a little flustered.
Perhaps to cover up the previous moment of panic, she slightly bowed her head and slightly blinked her eyelashes. She sat down again with her hands on her knees and said another thing, "You once analyzed that the target of those Horse Gangs should be me instead of the provisions. But in fact, their target should be you."
She raised her head and looked at Ning Que, as if she was looking at the scenery of the Wilderness outside the window behind Ning Que. She seriously said, "I clearly saw the scene behind the wall of fire. They came prepared and just wanted to kill you."
Ning Que did not ask the question that he did not ask. He knew that she had long suspected his identity, but she did not ask directly, which made him feel a little grateful. But at this time, he was still hesitating when to tell the girls of the Great River Kingdom about his true identity and did not know how to answer.
Speaking of the fire wall in the battle yesterday, he remembered the horrible hole that the Half Divine Talisman hit on the wall of fire. He said, "At that time, I thought that was the last Sky-burning Fire Talisman you could display. After that, your Psyche Power was exhausted and you could not even display the simplest Talisman Taoism. I did not expect that you still had such a trick."
Mo Shanshan suddenly leaned forward and very seriously bowed to him. She softly said, "Senior Brother, I have to thank you for teaching me how to fight the day before yesterday. Shanshan thanks you here."
Ning Que was startled. He remembered that he had severely reprimanded her a few days ago, saying that she was soft-hearted and that she did not know how to fight at all and did not know to save the most powerful power for the most critical moment. At that time, he did not completely guess her identity. At this time, thinking that he was actually teaching the Calligraphy Addict how to fight, he could not help but feel a little emotional.
"In any case, we could survive because of your Half Divine Talisman."
At that time, he was in a critical situation and did not have a clear feeling about the earth-shattering Divine Talisman. But after thinking about it carefully last night, he increasingly felt that the girl Talisman Master opposite him was amazing.
It was not a big deal to challenge someone in the Five States of Cultivation. As Chen Pipi said, with his cultivation aptitude, even if he entered the Knowing Destiny State, he would be the weakest one in the history. If there was no other means, any powerhouse in the Seethrough State could try to challenge or even kill him.
But states were states. Mo Shanshan was obviously still in the Seethrough State, but she could display the Infinitive Talisman that only Divine Talisman Masters could display. This fact deeply shocked and puzzled Ning Que.
Master Yan Se concluded that he was a rare genius in Talisman Taoism in the world. However, looking at the girl in white who was quietly sitting on her knees in front of him and her beautiful face which was neither angry nor happy, Ning Que rarely had a lack of confidence.
"Master, did you choose me because you already knew that the most talented successor of Talisman Taoism in the world was taken away by the Master of Calligrapher? But in this way, I feel very embarrassed."
Of course, Mo Shanshan could not guess Ning Que's psychological activities at this time, and she did not know that he was silently criticizing a respected Divine Talisman Master and feeling sorry for himself. She put her hands together and bowed, asking seriously, "Senior Brother Zhong …"
Ning Que woke up and corrected her seriously, "I said, you can call me Thirteen."
Mo Shanshan was stunned and felt that this title was a little awkward. After hesitating for a moment, she said bitterly, "Thirteen … Senior Brother, I want to ask you something."
Seeing her serious and solemn, Ning Que did not know what she wanted to say. He calmed himself down and saluted back, saying, "Please go ahead."
Mo Shanshan said, "I have been cultivating Talisman Taoism with my master since I was a child. I have been in contact with books and talismans for more than ten years. I want to ask you to teach me how to fight with me and how to win."
Looking at her serious expression, Ning Que knew that yesterday's battle must have impacted this young Talisman Master's view of the world. She had been famous for a long time, so she made this request.
In terms of cultivation state, he knew that he was mediocre. Compared with his Senior Brothers and Sisters in the Back Mountain, Prince Long Qing and the young Talisman Master opposite him, he was not worth mentioning at all. But when it came to fighting, he had been struggling between life and death since he was a child, dancing on the edge of the blade. His whole life was continuous fighting, so he was extremely confident.
"Fighting is a very simple thing. It is how to make the opponent lose the ability to hurt you under the premise of protecting yourself. So we must first know what kind of strength we have and what kind of strength the enemy has."
Ning Que pointed at the carriage roof above their heads and said, "We must first know how high the roof is from the floor to the roof, and then know how high we are. Only then can we know whether we will hit our head when we stand up. Of course, we may break the roof of the carriage, but I think not many people are willing to use their head to measure the hardness of the roof."
It was a very simple language and a very shallow metaphor, but it could be described more clearly than the preparation work before a fight.
When Mo Shanshan was thinking, her eyes became more unfocused and indifferent, and no one knew where she was looking. She murmured softly, "How to judge that the opponent has lost the ability to hurt himself?"
Ning Que liked to answer this seemingly stupid but actually very important question. He leaned against the cotton cushion beside the window, raised his hand in the air and answered, "Breaking the arms or legs is the most common way to seriously injure someone. But if you need to make sure that the opponent has lost all the fighting power, remember one sentence: only the dead are safe."
Hearing this, Mo Shanshan looked a little confused, as if she didn't understand why Ning Que always put death at the forefront when it came to fighting. She had been taught by Mr. Mo Chi since she was a child that the fight between cultivators didn't necessarily have to be about life and death.
Ning Que looked at her expression and realized that this Calligraphy Addict was really a pure white lotus flower born in the Ink Lake. Before coming to the Wilderness, she didn't know the sufferings of the world at all. He couldn't help saying earnestly, "If you cultivate in the Ink Lake, of course you don't need to think about these problems. Just like me, if I hide in the Academy to study, I only need to play chess, forge iron, and listen to music every day. I don't know how happy my life would be. But the world outside the small building is full of wind, frost, snow, and rain. Since you have stepped into it, you have to understand how dangerous it is."
Mo Shanshan heard his sincere words and nodded to show that she was enlightened. At the same time, she looked at him gratefully. Unfortunately, her eyes were still so unfocused that Ning Que couldn't feel her gratitude clearly.
"Thirteenth Brother, if the opponent's strength and state are far beyond yours, how can you defeat him?"
"Hill Master …"
"Thirteenth Brother, you can call me by my name."
"If the ordinary people in the world know this, they will inevitably think that I am too disrespectful."
"Then please call me Younger Sister Shanshan."
"Younger Sister Shanshan, the question you asked just now … is basically unsolvable. If anyone can answer this question perfectly, then he will be the most powerful person in the world, because he has ways to defeat those who are more powerful than him."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. After a long time of silence, she asked seriously, "Senior Brother, are you … being sarcastic?"
Ning Que looked at her blankly. From the side of the blue lake, he found a fact that made him feel a little uncomfortable. Finally, there was someone in the world who could defeat him countless times.
"Younger Sister, you can think of it as sarcasm. But please don't think too much about it. The sarcasm in my speech is often to deepen the impression of the listener, because this matter is very important."
Mo Shanshan nodded and continued to ask, "Then how can we defeat enemies who are far more powerful than us?"
Ning Que answered seriously, "When facing enemies who are far more powerful than us, I insist that we only have one choice."
Mo Shanshan raised her small face slightly and asked with expectation, "What choice?"
Ning Que said, "Escape."
"…"
"Don't be speechless. Escape is also a kind of battle. When facing opponents who are far more powerful than us, even if you want to escape, you may not succeed. If you want, I can start teaching you from the beginning of escape."
"Senior Brother, it is indeed a very good character to think about failure before talking about victory. But I still want to learn how to win first."
Mo Shanshan sat on a small table by the window, holding an ink brush in her hand, ready to take notes carefully.
Ning Que looked at this scene and could not help but feel a little proud. He could not help but think of last spring, when he was on the horse carriage returning from the Wilderness, he used to take down every word of Old Master Lyu with an ink brush on a piece of paper just like her. He felt a lot of complicated emotions, and after calming down a little, he said seriously,
"You are right. Among the younger generation in the world, there are not many people who can surpass you in cultivation state. I believe that in most cases, the opponents you face, like the Horse Gang yesterday, are far weaker than you. "
He said seriously, "When facing an opponent who is weaker than you, you can't have sympathy, can't have arrogance, and can't see the opponent as a weak person. Instead, you have to treat the opponent as the most powerful enemy."
"But you must remember that you can't look down on the opponent in terms of fighting spirit, and you should have a choice in tactics. When facing a strong opponent who is weak, it is like a fierce tiger pouncing on a rabbit. A fierce tiger's full strength does not really transfer all its strength to its palms, and then kill the weak rabbit. Instead, it focuses on the mind, and does not give the weak rabbit any chance to escape. Pouncing on the rabbit and killing it avoids the tiredness of chasing, entanglement, and can save energy. If the tiger appears, even hundreds of rabbits will not dare to move. "
Mo Shanshan remembered these words, raised her head, looked at him, and asked, "What if two tigers meet?"
Ning Que said, "Pretend to be injured and beg for mercy, saying that I have silently loved you for ten thousand years, and do everything possible to weaken your opponent's will, like beating his mother, killing his family, and slapping his son, and do everything possible to provoke him and make him lose his mind. If you wear shoes, go to the thorny land; if you wear thick clothes, choose the bitter cold land, and do everything possible to create a suitable fighting background for you. If the opponent is strong, you will fight with the tip of your claws, and cut his skin to make him bleed. If the opponent's claws are strong, you will wait quietly, and let him injure you slightly. Then you will find an opportunity to enter a desperate situation, and do everything possible to hide your weakness and take the lead."
Mo Shanshan listened to him talking about all kinds of situations, and her eyes became more and more unfocused. She subconsciously muttered to herself, "It sounds very troublesome. Where can I find so many ways?"
"If all the methods don't work, then you only need to remember the last one."
Ning Que looked at her and said seriously, "When two tigers meet, the brave one wins."
Mo Shanshan opened her eyes and looked at him seriously. After a long time of silence, she completely understood the meaning of these words, and said softly with emotion, "Senior Brother, you really know a lot of things."
Ning Que always felt that her focused eyes seemed to be focused on something else. Hearing this praise, he could not help but feel a little strange, and said, "Younger Sister, you have countless admirers in the world, and I can't stand being praised by you so often."
Mo Shanshan frowned and asked confusedly, "Senior Brother, why do you know so many things?"
Ning Que adjusted his sitting posture and said with a smile, "The Master of the Academy once taught us that true knowledge comes from practice. Younger Sister, if you had been fighting since you were a child like me, then you would naturally know so many things."
Mo Shanshan's expression became more and more dull, "Senior Brother, you have fought so many battles … Were you very naughty when you were a child?"
Ning Que's body was slightly stiff, and he felt that it was really hard to talk to this white lotus of Black Ink Garden.
Mo Shanshan asked, "Senior Brother?"
Ning Que waved his hand tiredly and said, "Younger Sister, I also have a question to ask you."
Mo Shanshan asked, "What is it?"
Ning Que looked at her eyes and asked, "Why do you never look me in the eye?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked confusedly, "When did I?"
Ning Que felt that she was looking at the Wilderness outside the window, and sighed, "Anytime and anywhere, such as now."
Mo Shanshan suddenly thought of something, and her expression became slightly stiff. After a moment of silence, she explained softly, "I have loved calligraphy since childhood, and I have copied too many calligraphy sections, so my eyes are not very good."
Ning Que slightly opened his mouth, and did not know what to say. Only then did he know that the world-famous Calligraphy Addict turned out to be short-sighted, and from her eyes, could it be that there was some astigmatism?
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(I gradually found that I have always had the complex of being at the bottom of a dry well, but my mind has never been clearer in this book, and my plan will not be disturbed by many things. It is said that the story and characters written by the writer will sometimes become more powerful than the writer, but it will not happen at night, because I clearly know where the powerful thing is. I love it, there is still one more chapter.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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