The sky cleared up, and the morning light gradually arrived. The beasts that had woken up to hunt for food walked through the cold-resistant forest. They shook off the snow covering the branches, revealing the yellow and black color of the branches. The boundless snowfield gained some color and vitality. However, looking at the thick blood stains that were gradually buried by the snow outside the tent, the girl's face was still pale.
Mo Shanshan of Mogan Mountain had never killed anyone. She came to the Wilderness and began to kill people, but she never killed her own people. For the people of Haotian Kingdom in the Central Plains, the people of the Divine Hall were naturally their own people.
Her teacher was a visiting professor of the Divine Hall. She believed in Haotian and entered the Wilderness to investigate the enemy under the order of the Divine Hall. As a result, she killed three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall in the dark night yesterday.
Mo Shanshan was not afraid. She was just a little confused and couldn't accept the fact mentally. She thought about it for half a night, but she still couldn't figure out why the situation developed like this. Why did she naturally burn the deacon of the Judicial Department into ashes with the Sky-burning Talisman after Ning Que started to fight back? She didn't even think about it.
Ning Que squatted at the entrance of the tent with a bowl of meat soup in his hand and drank it happily. The mutilated bodies of the deacons in black not far away from the tent obviously didn't affect his appetite at all.
His gaze fell on Mo Shanshan's pale cheeks. He noticed that her usually undisciplined and indifferent eyes were a little confused and helpless at this moment. He seemed to understand something and stood up to comfort her. "Some things have been done. There is no point in regretting it after it's done, other than burdening yourself with more mental burden."
Mo Shanshan shook her head slowly. Her beautiful eyelashes gently flickered. She looked into his eyes and said very seriously, "Reflection can make us do less wrong in the future. Or do you think we don't need to reflect on it?"
"If it's the inexplicable battle last night …"
Ning Que shrugged and drank the last bit of meat soup in the bowl. Then he said, "Of course I don't need to reflect on it. I don't care who they are in the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall. I only know that they wanted to kill me, so it's natural for me to fight back."
Then he added very seriously, "The three deacons of the Judicial Department were weaker than us. But they came to kill us and died in our hands. It's a matter of intelligence. And if we still get killed by them, then it's a matter of emotional intelligence. The former is called stupidity can be cured, while the latter is called idiocy can't be cured. "
Hearing such vulgar words, Mo Shanshan couldn't help but frown. She recalled the fight last night and explained to the dead man seriously, "The Confinement Taoism is similar to the Qi of Heaven and Earth Lock or the Encircling Formation. Yesterday, the three deacons didn't want to kill you immediately. They just wanted to subdue you."
"But that person immediately wanted to cripple my cultivation."
Ning Que smiled and reminded her, "I don't have the habit of being beaten up and then reasoning with you. Like I said before, there's no cure for this kind of mental retardation in EQ."
Mo Shanshan said very seriously, "Since I'm here, of course I won't let you be crippled."
This was a very common sentence, but there was a natural confidence in it. The girl killed the deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Temple. She was a little absent-minded, but it did not mean that she would think that those deacons were stronger than her.
This kind of protective words might make many young men feel a little unhappy. But Ning Que looked at her bright eyes and felt a little touched. Because of this, he felt inexplicably nervous.
In order to get rid of this nervousness as soon as possible, he shook his head and said, "Even if these deacons of the Judicial Department can't deal with us, what about the Desolate mother and son? When they want to kill, will you stop them or not? "
Ning Que looked at the girl and said with a smile, "You are kind-hearted. Of course you won't watch the orphan and the widow being bullied. Moreover, we have eaten so much dried meat from them. How can we not help them kill some people?"
Mo Shanshan slightly lowered her eyes and looked at the toes sticking out from the edge of the thick cotton dress. She didn't know what to say to this guy at all. She thought that although he and I are not afraid of people from the Divine Hall, how can you say that killing a few deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall is like killing two sheep on the road?
The girl murmured softly, "But they are people from the Divine Hall."
When cleaning up the bodies last night, Ning Que found an ID token from the black clothes of the deacons of the Judicial Department that he had cut in half. Mo Shanshan confirmed the identity of the deacon in black. It seemed that he was a family member of an important person in the Divine Hall. However, Ning Que was not afraid, because no one could do anything to him as long as there was no evidence.
Although he believed in Haotian like everyone else in the world, he had been homeless since he was a child and had seen many ugly things. Besides, he struggled to survive at the bottom, so he did not have much reverence for the legendary Divine Hall. Later, when he returned to Chang 'an City and entered the Academy, he was influenced by the pride and narcissism of the mountain for a long time, so his reverence for the Divine Hall was even weaker.
Moreover, because of his two encounters with Prince Long Qing in Chang 'an City, and his little handmaiden said that the prince was really beautiful, he seemed to be gentle at that time, but in fact, he was already unhappy. Moreover, because of the bloody battle in the meadow, Ning Que did not have the slightest reverence for the Divine Hall now, but was extremely hostile.
Therefore, killing three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Temple was not much different from killing three gazelles for him. It did not cause any psychological impact, nor did it make him feel enlightened. He even had the mood to look at the pretty face of the girl.
He looked at Mo Shanshan's innocent and helpless expression, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to poke her cute pink cheeks. Suddenly, he remembered that she was a Calligraphy Addict, so he forcibly restrained his impulse and comforted her. He said, "I will dispose of the bodies later. I am very good at this, so no one will know about it."
It was a pity that there was only one Academy in the world, and only the Academy could teach a student like Ning Que. Although Mo Shanshan was the world-famous Calligraphy Addict, she still could not smile at the Divine Hall's name and not care about it like him.
Looking at the girl who was still silent with her head down, Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile, "Don't forget what happened on the meadow. Your Younger Brother was actually killed by the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, but they did not do it themselves. Therefore, from the most simple emotional level, you should not be biased towards them."
"You should treat those who are not good to you well. The Divine Hall is not good to you, but their life and death are not your business. You have never seen the Desolate Man before, so why did you help the Divine Hall to kill them? The Desolate Man came all the way from the south, and that elder sister did not kill you as if she saw a ghost. Instead, she gave you a piece of meat to eat, and now she is making meat soup for you … What do you call eating a piece of meat that has been preserved for thousands of years? This is called fate. "
Ning Que raised his arm and patted her shoulder gently. He looked back into the tent and said with a smile, "Thank you, elder sister."
The curtain was lifted, and the Desolate woman came out with a bowl of meat soup and a few pieces of coarse grain cakes. She looked at him and nodded with a smile, saying, "I should thank you for what happened last night."
The Desolate Man had a special physique, and their skin was extremely hard. Last night, the deacon in black had injured the woman's shoulder with his Taoist Sword, and the Haotian Divine Light attached to the wound was removed by Mo Shanshan's talisman, so it was not a big problem.
The dark-skinned Desolate boy hid behind the curtain and looked at the two young people from the Central Plains curiously. He asked, "You are all from the Central Plains, why did you help us kill those people from the Central Plains?"
Ning Que slightly raised his eyebrows and said righteously, "Because we are good people from the Central Plains."
The Desolate boy scratched his head in confusion, as if he did not understand what good people from the Central Plains meant. Before the southward migration, the senior statesman did not mention such a term when he convened the tribes for a meeting.
Suddenly, he thought of something that the senior statesman had said. He suddenly realized something and patted his forehead. He looked at Ning Que and said, "The senior statesman said that you people from the Central Plains like internal strife the most. Is this called internal strife?"
Hearing this, Mo Shanshan could not help feeling a little hot on her cheeks. She did not know how to respond.
Ning Que did not care at all. He laughed and patted the head of the Desolate boy.
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Under Ning Que's strong request and shameless insistence, he finally succeeded in getting the girl to join in the work of destroying the corpses. It was not because he had a perverted hobby of seeing the girl turn pale and tremble in front of the corpses, but because he increasingly felt that Mo Shanshan was really an inexperienced girl. Although she had such a great reputation in the world, she was still a quiet little flower by the Ink Lake who could not stand the wind and rain. If he did not let her grow up as soon as possible, he could not count on her to help him much on the way, and she might even drag him down.
In his life experience, disposing of the corpses was the second fastest way to help an ignorant girl grow up as soon as possible. As for the best way, he hoped that he would never think of it again in this life.
The Big Black Horse angrily carried the heavy luggage and dragged countless things, accompanying the young man and woman to the woodland deep in the snowfield. Behind the tight leather rope, there was a complete corpse on the ground, two incomplete but no longer bleeding bodies, and a large bunch of stone grass used to cover the traces.
Mo Shanshan walked in front silently. The hem of her cotton skirt had been wet by the snow, but she did not notice it. Because she had not gotten rid of the complicated and confused emotions. The respect for Haotian and the Divine Hall, which had been deeply rooted in her blood since childhood, could not be easily erased by a few words. Although she felt that what Ning Que had said seemed to be very reasonable, she still felt that something was wrong about this matter.
For a girl who had meditated in the Ink Lake for more than ten years and did not care about worldly affairs, the difficulty of changing her worldview was second only to changing her view of love. Looking at her back, Ning Que felt a little helpless and a little tired.
Walking on the desolate snowfield, his mind suddenly drifted back to Chang 'an, which was relatively far away from the South Pole, to the shop in the alley, and to the little black handmaiden. He silently thought how simple it would be if it was Sangsang, and Sangsang would never doubt anything he said.
Of course, Sangsang's worldview, life, love, money, food, and life and death were all his views.
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A few fat tree rats vigilantly looked at the scene under the tree. There were several human corpses piled up in the naturally formed pit, and the faint smell of blood made them a little uneasy.
Ning Que threw the large bunch of stone grass dyed with snow into the pit, and looked at the black-robed deacon's pale but still serious face as he gently leaned against his right foot. After a moment of silence, he seriously said, "The Divine Hall needs to be respected, and so does the Academy. The back of the mountain of the Academy has never been involved in the secular world, but since I came to the Wilderness this time, it is equivalent to representing the face of the Academy. However, it seems that people do not respect me very much along the way."
He turned to look at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile, "If my Second Brother was wanted by the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, what do you think he would do? He definitely wouldn't be like me, who would just kill a few people. "
Mo Shanshan slightly frowned and thought of the extremely arrogant Mr. Second of the Academy. She said, "Then what would he do? Would he kill the Tao Addict or Prince Long Qing? "
"Of course, Second Brother would not do that. How could people like the Tao Addict or Prince Long Qing exist in his eyes?"
Ning Que smiled and shook his head. He said, "According to my understanding of him, he might directly kill his way to the Peach Mountain and go to the Judicial Department to find trouble with the Great Divine Priest. His idol is Youngest Uncle. If it were not for the strict Master, I am afraid that he would have gone around to find trouble with others. How could he not take this opportunity to get angry?"
Mo Shanshan stared at him and was speechless. She wondered what kind of weird people lived on the Second floor of the Academy.
"I don't have such strength and confidence. However, glory is my life. If anyone dares to ignore the existence of the Academy, I will not hesitate to fight with my little life. "
Ning Que looked at the sky in silence. His tone was indescribably melancholy, with a hint of decisiveness. If a teardrop or snowflake could fall on his eyelashes at this time, the scene would be more handsome.
Mo Shanshan had accompanied him all the way. Although they couldn't be said to be as close as old friends, she knew that this person was a bit of a rascal. At this moment, when she heard him suddenly say such sonorous and forceful words, she couldn't help but be moved.
She seriously stared at his profile and silently thought for a long time. She was still not sure of her own judgment. She asked in a very low voice and not very confident, "Are you lying or joking?"
Ning Que laughed and looked at her. He said, "Since there is no reason to lie to you, of course it is a joke."
Mo Shanshan slightly frowned, as if a precious purple fine blade was drawn on a piece of paper. She looked extremely dissatisfied.
Ning Que slightly stopped smiling and looked at her eyes. He seriously said, "But seriously, I have never thought that the Divine Hall is qualified to represent Haotian. Who can prove that Haotian allows them to be the representatives? Maybe we are the ones chosen by Haotian. We need to maintain the light and justice of the world. So if the Divine Hall does such disgusting things in the future, we must refuse to be indifferent and take action when it is necessary. "
He was still righteous, but this time Mo Shanshan was not fooled by him. She looked at his eyes and seriously thought for a long time again. Then she tried to confirm, "This should be … a joke?"
Ning Que looked at her slightly wrinkled cute little nose and saw the confusion and nervousness in her dull eyes. He could not help but laugh happily. He took out a Fu paper from his arms and said, "You can also say that it is a lie."
Mo Shanshan looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Why do you like to lie?"
Ning Que did not turn around. He said, "It is a habit I developed when I was young. Sometimes I cannot survive without lying."
Mo Shanshan continued to ask, "Then what is your purpose in coming to the Wilderness? Why do you teach me those dark things? Why do you teach me how to kill people? Why do you let me get used to it? "
The questions asked by simple people were very simple. Because they were simple and direct, they could pierce through countless hidden silk armors. For example, a joke or a lie, and directly hit the heart in the chest.
These questions were not easy to answer. Ning Que stood by the snow pit and thought for a while. He decided to answer honestly. He looked back at her and said calmly, "I want to go to the Wilderness to do something important. I want to grab something important. As you said a few days ago, no one will care about my Academy background when it comes to the critical moment of snatching food. At that time, not to mention whether I can snatch food from the tiger's mouth, anyone can beat me like a dog."
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and waited for him to finish his words.
Ning Que flicked the Fu paper into the snow pit and continued in a very serious tone, "So I need your help."
Mo Shanshan slightly lowered her head and looked at an unknown place in the snow. After a moment of silence, she asked in a low voice, "What do you want to grab?"
"One of the Seven Tomes of Arcane."
Ning Que looked at her slightly blinking long eyelashes and felt the emotional changes in her heart at this time. He said, "You agreed to go to the Wilderness with me. I'm wondering if it has anything to do with this matter."
Mo Shanshan slowly raised her head. After a long silence, she softly said, "My master told me after knowing about this. I don't expect to grab the Tomes of Arcane, but I'm very curious, so I want to come and have a look."
Ning Que smiled and said, "Curious about the Tomes of Arcane and the powerhouses who are qualified to grab the Tomes of Arcane?"
Mo Shanshan smiled slightly. She felt relaxed and comfortable talking to him because he seemed to be able to hear what she was saying in her heart. He would never think of her in other ways.
Ning Que was about to say something.
Mo Shanshan gently shook her head and looked into his eyes. She very seriously asked, "I didn't tell you, and you didn't tell me either. Then can we be considered even and not considered lying to each other?"
This was a very simple way of thinking, which usually only existed in the world of pure children. But the girl said it naturally, so Ning Que naturally accepted it and nodded seriously. He even felt relieved because he had very few friends in the world. He didn't want to inexplicably lose one.
Then Ning Que looked at her very seriously and said, "But your mentality is wrong. Since you and I have come to the Wilderness, of course we can't miss the opportunity. So don't say that you don't dare to hope. If you don't even dare to think about it, then you really can't do anything. "
Mo Shanshan looked at him very seriously and asked, "Is this also a kind of education for me?"
Ning Que smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Anyway, I have calculated that if we can cooperate well, even Prince Long Qing may not be able to defeat us. Why don't we have a try?"
Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said, "Then let's have a try. But if we grab it, how will we divide it?"
"We can make copies at that time. You can bring it back to the Ink Lake, and I will bring it back to the Academy. Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Headmaster of the Academy yet. Snatching a Tomes of Arcane as a gift to my master, I feel very excited just thinking about it …"
The more Ning Que said, the more excited he became.
Mo Shanshan's eyes suddenly flashed a touch of shyness and she said, "I want the copy that you made."
Ning Que waved his hand and said generously, "You choose first."
Standing in the snow, the two of them imagined a beautiful future with almost zero possibilities. They both laughed foolishly.
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(Hengheng, Hengheng, I wish the girls a happy holiday. Hengheng, Hengheng, my most awesome point is that I can turn anything into a happy thing. Hengheng, Hengheng, I wish the girls and the others a happy holiday.) (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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