The silly smile seemed especially clean in the pure white snow forest, as if it could infect every snowflake on the branches and every blade of grass under the snow. However, the flame formed from the talisman paper in the snow pit in front of the two clearly did not have any infectious power. It did not grow larger even after being blown by the cold wind for a long time.
Ning Que looked at the small flame on the dead body of the Judicial Department's deacon and was a little embarrassed to find that there was such a big gap between his Talisman Taoism ability and that of the young Talisman Master beside him. Last night, Mo Shanshan casually used a talisman to burn the Judicial Department deacon into ashes, but the black clothes were not damaged at all. Compared with this, the Fu fire that he painstakingly wrote in Chang 'an City was completely weak. How many days would it take to burn the body into ashes?
Mo Shanshan noticed the embarrassed expression on his face and almost couldn't hold back her laughter. She forced herself to lower her head to hide her smile. She flicked her fingers that were exposed outside her cotton sleeves, and the fire in the snow pit was suddenly ignited.
Those almost blazing white flames appeared and disappeared in a flash. Ning Que stood beside the pit and didn't have time to feel the scorching temperature. He found that the snow in the pit melted into water and gradually seeped into the ground. The dead body of the Judicial Department deacon had disappeared, and this time the black heavy clothes were all burned.
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and sighed. Talisman Taoism was about talent, and the use of talisman was about the use of talisman. His talisman writing was far less than that of the Calligraphy Addict. At this time, he couldn't even understand how the Calligraphy Addict did it, so he couldn't help feeling a little resentful.
"Master Yan Se said that I'm a rare genius in Talisman Taoism in a thousand years. But after being with you for a long time, I always feel that he is deceiving me, or his vision is much worse than that of the Master of Calligrapher."
He looked at Mo Shanshan's beautiful and clear eyes and confirmed that the girl should be about the same age as him. He was too embarrassed to ask her how old she was, so he shook his head and said with emotion, "You are the real genius in Talisman Taoism."
Mo Shanshan looked at him and seriously asked, "Senior Brother Thirteen, when did you start to learn Talisman Taoism?"
Ning Que counted the days and replied, "In spring, almost half a year."
Mo Shanshan quietly looked at his eyes. After a long time, she gently sighed and said, "In this case, Master Yan Se's vision is really right. You are indeed a genius in Talisman Taoism."
Ning Que was very happy to hear this, especially when he thought of his daily bragging to Chen Pipi. He smiled and seriously asked, "Am I really strong?"
Mo Shanshan nodded, and then she thought of something and curiously asked, "What kind of person he is of your teacher?"
Ning Que thought for a while and answered honestly, "He's a dirty old man who's very lewd and lecherous."
Mo Shanshan was slightly startled. She immediately understood something and said softly, "I'm asking the Headmaster because I'm curious about what kind of person he is to be able to teach students like you on the Second floor of the Academy."
"Taoism Taoism Young" Taoism Mo and he "Taoism Taoist" of him. Taoism Taoism Taoism Taoist "he said." Master of of of Taoism Taoism Taoist "Mo of.
Mo Shanshan's eyelashes fluttered as if she hadn't expected to hear such an answer.
Ning Que thought for a moment and said seriously, "But according to my understanding of the Senior Brothers and Sisters on the Second floor, I think the Headmaster must be a very proud, arrogant and great guy."
In this world, only the guys in the back of the mountain of the Academy dared to call the Headmaster of the Academy "guy". As for his description, it was all nonsense. People like Mo Shanshan, the Calligraphy Addict, certainly knew that the Headmaster of the Academy was very great. How could a person as great as the Headmaster of the Academy not be proud?
"What kind of person is your master, the Master of Calligrapher?" Ning Que looked at her and asked curiously.
Upon hearing her teacher's name, Mo Shanshan's expression became somewhat complicated. There was some reverence, some coldness, and some bewilderment. She slowly lowered her head and turned to walk out of the forest, indicating that she did not want to talk about this matter.
Ning Que looked at the back of the cold and desolate figure in the snow-covered winter forest and frowned. He looked back at the snow pit and confirmed that the work of destroying the body was completed perfectly. Then he quickened his pace and chased after the figure.
Its hooves stepped on the white snow. The Big Black Horse carried the heavy luggage and walked with its head lowered.
It looked at the two clear footprints on the snow in the forest and the silent young man and woman in front of the footprints. It was a little confused. It thought to itself, "When you came, you dragged the stone grass. Why did you not care about the footprints when you left?"
Suddenly, the Big Black Horse understood something and could not help but feel very annoyed. It shook its head angrily and galloped to the edge of the snow forest just like before.
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Ning Que used a rope to tie the branches and dry firewood that the Big Black Horse had brought from all over the place. He patted the horse's back with satisfaction and took out the odd-looking grass from his arms and stuffed it into the horse's mouth as a reward.
Mo Shanshan looked at this scene curiously. She thought that the people from the Second floor of the Academy were strange. Even these animals were so strange. It was as if they could understand human nature. She did not know how they were taught.
Ning Que said, "To remove the traces on the snowfield, Lord Haotian's snowstorm is of course the best way. If it doesn't snow, then we have to be careful. At least we can't take the same road when we came here and when we came back."
Mo Shanshan asked confusedly, "I know that was the purpose of the grass. Then why did you burn it and make the Big Black search for branches everywhere?"
Ning Que explained calmly, "Because I wanted to try the power of the fire talisman I wrote. But I was not sure that it could burn very well. So I wanted to use the grass to help burn it. But it still didn't work. I still need your help."
He was really shameless to be able to talk about his embarrassing story so calmly. But the Big Black Horse, who suppressed its hoof and walked slowly behind them and at the same time swept the snow to remove the traces, became even sadder.
Mo Shanshan did not care about the rascal in his words. After a moment of silence, she sighed softly and said, "I was raised by my teacher in the Ink Lake since I was a child. He never allowed me to touch the real world. If it weren't for the edict of the Divine Hall and I'm really old, I might not have been able to leave the mountain."
As Ning Que listened to the girl's gentle narration, he seemed to see a white-haired Grand Cultivator looking at a five- or six-year-old girl by the pool with a serious face, and sternly ordering her to calm down and write …
Mo Shanshan looked at the vast mountains in the distance and said quietly, "The so-called three addicts in the world are obsessed with Talisman Taoism, books, cultivation, and flowers. If they really want to enter the human world, how can they be a match for a clever person like you?"
Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'm not being humble. No matter how ruthless and realistic my methods are, I can't be a match for you. The state and strength can easily destroy all schemes."
Mo Shanshan lowered her head and said softly, "I just suddenly understood one thing. I don't understand these worldly affairs. Lu Chenjia is the same kind of person as me and doesn't necessarily understand either. If I was the one sitting in the horse carriage on the meadow that day and the people of Yuelun Kingdom were attacked by the Horse Gang, perhaps I wouldn't bother to care."
Ning Que looked at the strands of black hair floating around her round cheeks and said, "No, you are not the same kind of person as the Flower Addict. She is obsessed with flowers, so she can treat others like dirt and use them to grow flowers. Although you are obsessed with books, the world in your eyes is still a normal world. You don't use the blood of ordinary people like us as ink."
Mo Shanshan felt that this description was very bloody, but it was also very appropriate. She raised her head and looked into his eyes quietly. She said seriously, "Am I really not the Flower Addict?"
"Of course not." Ning Que said with a smile, "Even if all of you are ignorant, you are kind and ignorant."
Ignorance was not a bloody description, but it was also not appropriate. He believed that no one would like it. Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, but her bright eyes were filled with joy. She asked, "Is this a joke?"
Ning Que wanted to say that it was the truth, but looking at the beautiful and young face in front of him, he still nodded.
Mo Shanshan turned around and did not say anything else. Her thin and red lips were tightly pressed together and her pink cheeks were slightly puffed up. She was not trying to suppress her anger, but trying to suppress her laughter.
"It would be better if … you are not a person who likes to lie. Of course, you are already very good now because you know how I feel, so you lied in the end."
Mo Shanshan lowered her head and walked forward quietly. She thought about this sentence in her heart. Her feet stepped on the snow without leaving any traces. It was not intentional, but she felt that she was really floating.
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After returning to the tent, Ning Que had a serious conversation with the Desolate woman and asked her to do something. Therefore, the woman who participated in the winter ceremony and was not allowed to return to the tribe according to the rules of the Desolate Man, handed the child to the young man and woman from the Central Plains and returned to the tribe by herself.
After two days, the Desolate woman came back with bad news. Ning Que did not care, because he knew that it was extremely difficult to make the Desolate Man tribe believe that he was from the Central Plains.
Fortunately, he still obtained some useful news, such as the caravan from Tuyang City and the recent events in the wilderness occupied by the Desolate Man tribe.
After leaving the Winter Forest and heading north, the temperature became colder, especially when they might enter the northernmost foothills of Tianqi Mountain. Mo Shanshan's date red horse could not withstand the cold, so she left it to the Desolate mother and son.
After they said goodbye, the two people and the black horse continued their journey.
Mo Shanshan asked, "What should we do next?"
Ning Que said, "Enter the mountain."
Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned and asked, "Is the Tomes of Arcane in the mountain?"
Ning Que looked at the distant Snow-capped Peak and said after a moment of silence, "I am not sure, but I am sure that the Divine Hall people are in the mountain."
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Due to the height of Tianhan Mountain, there were no plants here. The mountain wind was strong, and all the floating soil and snow were blown away, revealing the deep black rock surface below.
On the edge of a protruding cliff between the black rock walls, a young man dressed in a black Judicial Department robe stood there. He looked at the leaden clouds and snow in the distance, as if he was about to melt into the rock walls.
This place could not be reached by goshawk, so it was not difficult for him. There was not even a trace of pride on that perfect but slightly pale face, because he was Prince Long Qing.
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(Today, when I started writing and was about to get into the mood, I received a call. An old friend of many years suddenly divorced. After telling me about this, my brain started to go blank and then became useless. I have been working on this for six or seven hours, and I am really tired. Tomorrow is Saturday, but I took a leave a few days ago, so I will not rest tomorrow. See you all tomorrow. Have a good weekend.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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