Looking at the young female Talisman Master in front of him, Ning Que said after a long time, "I like her too."
The Big Black Horse grinned and showed his white pebbled teeth after receiving a series of confessions, especially when its master expressed his love for her.
Mo Shanshan glanced at the Big Black Horse and asked, "Why did you come back?"
Ning Que glanced at the direction of the Tang camp and said, "I went to deal with some things. I'm used to staying here."
Mo Shanshan's expression softened a little as the word "used" was more pleasant to hear. She gently tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at him and said, "I will continue to go north with the Divine Hall the day after tomorrow. What are your plans?"
Ning Que did not listen carefully to the second half of the meeting. At that time, the Priest of the Revelation Department relayed the letter from the Hierarch Lord. In the letter, the Hierarch Lord asked the powerhouses of the younger generation to sneak into the Northern Wilderness tribe in the middle of winter to find out their strength and find the remnants of the Devil's Doctrine. They could even carry out some purges if necessary.
These were, of course, nominal statements. In fact, the Divine Hall also wanted to test and hone the disciples of various sects through this trip. Although they had not fought for more than a thousand years, the Divine Hall knew that the strength of the Desolate Man tribe was still strong. Otherwise, the elite cavalry of the Left King's Palace would not be beaten so miserably. In order to avoid the situation of sacrificing in vain, the requirements for this batch of young cultivators to go north were extremely strict. They must be powerhouses above the Seethrough realm.
As a leading figure of the younger generation, Mo Shanshan was naturally among them.
"Are you going to the north?"
Ning Que frowned slightly and looked at the beautiful face of the girl in front of him. Thinking of the conflict between the Black Ink Garden and the Divine Hall these days, he could not help but worry and asked, "Who else is going?"
Mo Shanshan's answer was as concise and clear as ever, or it could be said that she did not know why.
"Of course, those people."
Ning Que smiled bitterly and thought that everyone thought that he was a disciple of the Second floor of the Academy, so he must know the strength of the cultivators of various sects in the world. The problem was that he really did not know who those people were.
Mo Shanshan looked at his expression and thought that he was thinking about something else. She said, "Prince Long Qing has not appeared. I think he should be in the north now."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "Don't believe what they say. I don't want to compete with that prince for everything. I don't want to be the enemy of a lifetime."
Then he thought of the powerful figure that Chen Pipi once mentioned. He felt a little curious and asked Mo Shanshan, "I have met two of the Three Addicts in the world. What kind of person is the Tao Addict? Will she appear when you go to the Beihuang Region? "
"I haven't seen the Tao Addict, and I don't know if she has come to the Wilderness. As for Prince Long Qing, you are indeed no match for him now, so I won't misunderstand that you want to challenge him."
Mo Shanshan said, "Besides, you don't like to be compared with Prince Long Qing, and I don't like to be called one of the three Addicts in the world. But I can tell you clearly that the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu, is addicted to cultivation, so her state is definitely above Long Qing's. Long Qing is stronger than me, so she is the strongest among the three of us."
Ning Que looked at her slightly flickering eyelashes and said, "Before becoming a Divine Talisman Master, talisman cultivators like us will always be at a disadvantage when competing with people of the same state. You don't have to worry too much about it."
Mo Shanshan looked at him with a puzzled look and asked, "Don't have to worry too much about what?"
Ning Que was startled and said, "Don't worry too much about it. The Tao Addict is stronger than you."
Mo Shanshan shook her head and said, "There are always people stronger than you in the world. Why do you care?"
Dusk had arrived early and the sky was dark. The cold wind on the Wilderness blew the girl's face. Her long and sparse eyelashes gently blinked, and her expression was calm and tranquil, without a trace of reluctance.
Ning Que looked at her for a long time and felt a little emotional about the girl's state of mind. However, he had been floating in the stinking ditch for too many years, and every pore of his was filled with the smell of money and thirst. He really could not understand this kind of quiet mentality. Just like the porters on the dock, they could not understand that some pedantic literati would rather starve to death than write some articles. Even if he could understand a little, he did not know how to express his appreciation.
"I will also go there."
He raised his arm and pointed to the dense Wilderness in the distance in the north.
Mo Shanshan frowned and asked, "Why? The edict of the Divine Hall has no binding force on you. "
Ning Que looked at the end of the Wilderness and said after a moment of silence, "I want to find something, or to stop others from finding that thing. I don't have to do this. Even yesterday, I was still thinking about whether I should leave or not. But today, I find it is still worth doing."
Mo Shanshan's expression gradually became dull and she asked, "Why?"
Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile, "Because this is no longer just a matter of the imperial court or the Academy. It is also my personal matter."
Mo Shanshan looked back at him quietly. She looked at his profile under the last touch of twilight and looked at his shallow dimples. She suddenly said, "Those Horse Gangs who specially came to kill you should know your identity as an Academy disciple."
Ning Que nodded.
Mo Shanshan slightly lowered her eyes and said, "But they dare to kill you. In the same way, in the meeting tent, no matter how you provoke and ridicule Quni Madi, or even disrespect the Divine Hall, no one dares to do anything to you in front of so many people. But if you go into the depths of the Wilderness, where there are few people, anyone can kill you. As long as your body is buried in the snow, who will know who the murderer is? "
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I am not that easy to kill."
Mo Shanshan looked up at him and said, "Although you are a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy, your strength is too weak and your state is too low. The Desolate Man is strong and the people who go to the Desolate Man's tribe to investigate are at least above the Seethrough State. That is to say, anyone can beat you like a dog. How hard is it to kill you?"
When she said this, the girl's eyes were as casual as usual and her expression was as dull and calm as usual. She did not deliberately show any sarcasm or ridicule. However, it was precisely because of this that it showed that she was very serious when she said this. She said the most honest words.
The more honest a person was, the more hurtful his honest words were.
So Ning Que was hurt and hurt his self-esteem.
His fiery heart in his slightly stiff body was pierced by the Calligraphy Addict's words and dripped with blood. It was as if she had cultivated a more powerful means than the Divine Talisman. Every word from her lips could cut him.
In his opinion, when the grain team was attacked, if it were not for the Calligraphy Addict who insisted on dying with the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, he would have escaped by himself. Even the Psyche Master of the Northeast Border Military could not do anything to him. He did not expect that in the eyes of the Calligraphy Addict, he was still such a weak guy.
"Can anyone beat me up like a dog?"
Ning Que stared at Mo Shanshan's beautiful round face with his eyes wide open. He forcibly suppressed the shame and the smell of blood in his heart and said angrily, "Do you want to try first? I still have a lot of skills that I haven't used. If you really push me too far, be careful that you don't beat me like a dog. My dog will bite you first. "
Hearing this extremely indecent words, Mo Shanshan was angry and ashamed. Her cheeks were slightly red.
Ning Que stared at her face which gradually exuded a red flush and instantly forgot his previous shame and anger. He curiously asked, "Didn't you say that the disciples of the Black Ink Garden don't like to wear rouge? When did you start to wear it?"
Mo Shanshan became more and more ashamed and angry, but this time she was ashamed and angry.
She did not want to pay attention to this guy anymore. She gently flicked her sleeves and turned to walk into the tent.
Ning Que looked at the girl's back and was stunned. He quickened his pace to catch up with her and shouted, "Don't leave in a hurry. There are still some things that I haven't explained clearly. You have to listen to me."
Mo Shanshan stopped and did not look back. She indifferently said, "What's the matter?"
Ning Que turned to her and very solemnly bowed with hands folded in front.
Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned.
Ning Que said with a shy face, "I want to discuss something with you, Hill Master."
Mo Shanshan looked at his cheeky face and thought of the face reflected on the calm surface of the Ink Lake in summer. She could not connect it with the face and felt a little depressed. She whispered, "What's the matter?"
"I've been very clear about danger since I was very young."
Ning Que stopped smiling and said very solemnly, "The Divine Hall did not ask all sects to send Seethrough State masters to enter the Desolate Man's tribe together. Since it's an investigation, of course, secrecy is the first priority. That means you can go by yourself. In that case, I wonder if the two of us can go together?"
Wasn't it enough to not only go together but also sleep in the same room during the long journey? You still want to go together? What exactly do you want to do? Mo Shanshan opened her eyes and looked at him who was very close to her. She suddenly felt that she did not know where to put her hands. She asked with a very slight tremble in her voice, "Why?"
"If we go to the Desolate Man's tribe together, even if we really meet the legendary Elder of the Devil's Doctrine, we have a higher chance of survival if we cooperate with each other. The most important thing is that if we go together, we can perfectly solve the danger of people from the Divine Hall or those baldies from the Yuelun Kingdom."
The more Ning Que thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was appropriate. He waved his arms excitedly and said, "If we meet the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu, or someone even stronger than her, we definitely can't beat her. Then you can hold the Tao Addict and I will escape on the Big Black Horse. As long as I can escape, I will be a witness. How would the Tao Addict dare to kill you?"
Suddenly, he noticed that Mo Shanshan's face had become a little pale. Her usually casual and straight eyes had become extremely sharp and indistinct flames of anger could be seen in them.
Ning Que thought that she might have misunderstood and hurriedly explained, "The opposite is also true. I can hold the powerful enemy and you can escape first. Then the enemy will not dare to kill me, the core disciple of the Headmaster of Academy. In other words, it is just a little game of you and me being witnesses. I don't want to use you as a gecko's tail."
Hope and disappointment followed one after another. Especially this kind of subtle and slightly sour expectation involving the spring breeze would make every young girl feel ashamed and annoyed.
Although Mo Shanshan was not an ordinary girl, she was a girl after all.
Just like Ning Que, although he was not ordinary shameless, he was shameless after all.
Mo Shanshan stared into his eyes. The burning flames in her eyes were about to burn up the legendary Calligraphy Addict's virtuous and quiet aura. Then they gradually converged and turned into indifference and indifference. She said slowly, "You only want to escape when you meet a powerful enemy … Don't you think that it is too cowardly and shameless?"
There was undisguised contempt and displeasure in her calm and indifferent words. Although Ning Que was used to the indifference and calmness of the young Talisman Master along the way, it was different from contempt. He was also a little annoyed and said, "I will be beaten like a dead dog if I say it. Can't I escape?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the natural expression on his face and thought, "How dare you express your dissatisfaction?" Her hands in the sleeves trembled slightly, as if they would clench into fists and punch out at any time.
She stared at him for a long time as if she was studying an inkstone, as if she wanted to see clearly whether this was a precious Huangzhou Clay Inkstone or a cheap and worthless one.
After a long time.
The girl looked at him and asked disappointedly, "Headmaster of Academy … How could he accept a person like you as his student?"
Ning Que spread out his hands and answered honestly, "Because the Headmaster of Academy himself doesn't know that he has a student like me. Sometimes I also wonder whether he will regret if he knows that I am such a person."
Looking at his sincere look, Mo Shanshan didn't know what to say at all. Only then did she realize that her previous view was correct. It was a very stupid thing to judge a person by his words.
Reality and imagination were two different things. She had been psychologically prepared for this. However, as the contact went deeper, she still couldn't understand how a person who could write those sections could be so shameless. Why was there such a big difference between the real him and the one on the surface of the Ink Lake?
"Come here."
Mo Shanshan suddenly said. She walked to the side of the table and spread out a roll of Xuanzhou bud paper.
Ning Que didn't know what she meant. He walked over and sat down. Looking at the thickness of the yellowish paper and the dense flocculation on it, he loudly praised, "Good paper. I have only seen such good paper in the imperial study of His Majesty."
Mo Shanshan didn't pay attention to his flattery. She expressionlessly poured water into the inkstone and gently lifted the ink block to grind for a moment. Then she pointed at the brushes on the brush rack that looked like door curtains and said, "Pick one yourself."
Ning Que vaguely guessed what she wanted him to do. He couldn't help feeling a little nervous. After a moment of silence, he very seriously picked a purple brush that he was most used to and began to adjust his breathing.
Sure enough, Mo Shanshan expressionlessly said, "Write."
There was no reason or reason in front of it. It was just a single word, simple, clear, and direct.
Ning Que honestly asked, "Write what?"
After a moment of silence, Mo Shanshan said, "Just write a note."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I don't need to leave a message for anyone at this time. Why would I write that?"
As his voice fell, he finished adjusting his breathing. After a moment of concentration, he slightly moved his wrist and the full tip of the brush dipped in ink fell on the Xuanzhou bud paper.
He was now a famous calligrapher in Chang 'an City. However, the girl in front of him was the world-famous Calligraphy Addict. He didn't dare to neglect her. On the contrary, he had to show his best skills to show his respect.
It didn't take long for him to raise the brush and turn his wrist. A cursive script had been completed.
The strength was vigorous and the changes were endless. As it flew around, it seemed to be stagnant and steep.
Ning Que put down the brush and looked at it for a moment. He was very satisfied.
Then he looked at Mo Shanshan and felt a little anxious. He didn't know if she was satisfied.
Mo Shanshan turned to the opposite side of the table and squeezed him to the side. She lowered her head and looked at the ink paper for a long time. She didn't show any emotion on her face or in her eyes.
Looking at the flying ink on the paper, the girl thought silently that it was indeed an expensive Huangzhou Mud Inkstone.
Her own inkstone was the Huangzhou Mud Inkstone.
The dusk had faded and the night had come. A few lights were lit in the tent. The dim light shone on Ning Que's side face and clearly reflected his strange expression of uneasiness and confidence.
Mo Shanshan looked at his side face and suddenly thought of the side face by the window on the journey. She thought of the dark and vicious young man in the carriage who taught her how to kill. She gradually understood something.
Whether it was an expensive Huangzhou Mud Inkstone or a cheap one, as long as it could be used to write good characters, it was a good inkstone.
At that time, he was also himself and also worthy of being liked. Otherwise, why did she rush to say that she had someone she liked when he said he liked her a little?
Mo Shanshan understood her mind and couldn't help bowing her head shyly, revealing a silent smile. Under the dim light, this smile was so beautiful that it couldn't be described.
But when her eyes fell on the scribbled paper, the smile on her face became a little faint. She thought to herself that although the words were good, it was a pity that they were not the words she wanted. She did not want a large piece of paper. What she wanted was a small note.
When are you going to write me a note?
"I like your characters."
Mo Shanshan looked up at Ning Que and said calmly. There was no pause or unnaturalness in this sentence.
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At midnight, in a corner of the tent, the young Talisman Master held the paper and looked at it quietly. No one knew what she was thinking.
Cat Girl looked at it and frowned. Her bright eyes were full of dissatisfaction. She said indignantly, "There are so many unfaithful men in the world. I didn't expect Senior Brother Ning to be such a person."
Zhuo Zhihua was slightly stunned and thought that she really shouldn't tell those things to this little girl. She said with a smile, "Mr. Thirteen doesn't know Hill Master's affection for him. How can he be unfaithful?"
Cat Girl stuffed the milk slice into her mouth and chewed hard. She snorted and said, "Heartless is even worse."
Zhuo Zhihua said with a smile, "Don't be meddlesome. Hill Master is not a vulgar woman who dares not to speak."
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The cold wind was blowing and the snow was falling. It was a long way to go. They should take a rest first.
Deep in the Wilderness, they were close to the Desolate Man's tribe. Heaven and earth were already pure white. Occasionally, they could see a few trees and some hoofprints left by beasts.
Just before entering this snowfield, Ning Que got the last piece of information from the Imperial Center Administration and the secret guards. It confirmed that the caravan that came out of Tuyang City didn't stay in the palace for too long. It should have turned north from the mountain pass in front and then went somewhere unknown.
He picked up a branch and drew a map and his route on the snow.
"Write a few words for me to see."
Mo Shanshan took off her snow-covered hat and looked at him calmly.
Ning Que said painfully, "I've written all the way. We are about to see the Desolate Man. Do you still want to write?"
Mo Shanshan pointed to the flat snowfield in front of her and said, "Hurry up. I like to see your words."
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