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Chapter 255

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Mo Shanshan had been looking at the lake.

She was the best Talisman Master of the young generation. Before Ning Que appeared, she had been the successor of the Divine Talisman Master.

As Master Yan Se said, the tactical array was the big talisman. The best Talisman Master was undoubtedly the best tactical array master. She looked at the lake and wanted to see through the magic tactical array of the Daming Lake.

She stood by the lake and looked at it carefully for a whole night. Finally, she roughly guessed the origin of this verdant valley.

There was a big tactical array in the depths of the clear lake. Its specific function was unknown, but it was enough to block the sight and even the perception of Psyche Power. There should be a more powerful tactical array above the valley, which was enough to block the influence of nature.

According to her analysis, it was extremely cold this year. The cold wave between heaven and earth came from the north. The outer tactical array shrouding the valley was broken from time to time. The plants in the valley, which were locked by the big tactical array, regained their vitality. Greenery spread out, and then there was a verdant scene in front of them. This could also confirm what Prince Long Qing said on the snow cliff.

However, since the big tactical array in the valley was broken, greenery reappeared, and the cold air from the natural world poured in. The spring in the valley had not yet fully flourished, and it would fade because of the chill. That was why the thin ice on the lake was formed.

Mo Shanshan sat quietly by the lakeside. Her hands, which rested on her knees, moved slowly and silently as she calculated. No matter how she calculated, she could not figure out under what circumstances the formation in the depths of the lake would be activated.

"Could it be that the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine will only be reopened when the lake is completely frozen, or when a certain pivot is triggered and the lake is emptied, causing the pivot to lose its effectiveness?"

She frowned slightly and looked at the calm surface of the lake that was illuminated by the starry night. She couldn't make up her mind. The more she studied this formation, the more she could feel the wisdom and great power contained in it. She couldn't help but feel a strong sense of reverence for the Devil's Doctrine and the seniors who had set up this formation.

As the morning light came, Mo Shanshan slowly opened her eyes and woke up from the empty state of mind. She turned around and saw Ning Que still sitting on the stone by the lake, fishing. It was funny that his eyes were closed. Obviously, he had followed her. His head nodded up and down with the lake, as if he was fishing with his head.

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Ning Que woke up. He rubbed his eyes and his belly. Looking at the girl who was looking at him, he asked, "Hungry?"

Mo Shanshan nodded gently. Looking at the reflection in the lake in front of her, she whispered, "I'll do it right away."

The reflection of the two people in the lake was very clear, and they seemed to be closer.

Ning Que asked, "I'm really tired of eating jerky. Can I change my diet?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the willow branch in his hand and asked curiously, "Did you catch any fish?"

Ning Que answered with a smile, "The hook was bitten away by that guy. How could I catch it?"

Mo Shanshan stood up, her cotton dress fluttering in the morning breeze. She slowly stretched her right hand out of her sleeve. With a slight wave of cold talisman aura, a block of ice suddenly appeared in the middle of the lake. In the almost transparent ice block, there was an extremely fat scaleless fish. It looked as beautiful as icy amber, gently rippling with the water.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que sincerely sighed with emotion, "Junior Sister, you should have reached the state of perfection in the application of Talisman Taoism. I don't know when I can also reach this level."

"Once you enter the Seethrough State, you will know that this method is not mysterious."

Mo Shanshan said calmly, but she was thinking about something else. The Talisman Master, who regarded Talisman Taoist Master as sacred, thought, "If you don't want to eat something fresh, if you don't put warm talismans on my body, if you don't know that you are at the critical moment of breaking the realm, how could I do such a thing?"

Ning Que picked up the beautiful amber ice from the lake. Looking at the jade-like ice under the morning light and the fat fish which was still alive, he suddenly remembered the picture of the Knowing Destiny State that Chen Pipi showed him in the wetland of the Academy. At that time, the state of the fish in the lake was even more magical. "

"I'm going to pick some wild vegetables and make a pot of fish soup." He said happily.

Mo Shanshan shook her head and said that she would do it herself. She thought, "I even used the talisman ice fish to help you break the realm. How could I care about making a pot of fish soup for you?"

Ning Que tilted his head to look at the girl's busy figure and her busy life of collecting firewood. He could not help but scratch his head. He had never thought that one day the Calligraphy Addict would serve him. However, he had gotten used to being served by Sangsang in recent years, so he did not find it unacceptable.

It didn't take long for the fish soup to be ready. Ning Que inserted the willow branch fishing rod into the stone crevice by the lakeside and took out some salt from his luggage. He swirled it in the pot and scooped a bowl of milky white fish soup to drink.

His luggage was as heavy as a hill. In fact, it was a hill with everything in it.

Mo Shanshan raised her arm and wiped the firewood ash on her beautiful round face with her sleeve. She looked at him with her bright eyes full of expectation and nervousness and asked, "How is it?"

It was a great enjoyment to drink a bowl of warm fish soup after such a long time in the ice and snow. Ning Que smiled and praised it. Then he said, "It's a pity that I didn't bring any seasoning. Otherwise it would be better."

It was a casual sentence, mainly a compliment. But it was the first time in her life that the Calligraphy Addict cooked alone, and there were some other meanings in it. So she was not very happy after hearing it.

She held the bowl of fish soup with her head down and gently blew the foam and steam on it. Her long eyelashes slightly blinked. After a while, she asked softly, "Is it worse than what you usually eat?"

"It's in the wilderness. How can I make delicious food?"

Ning Que drank up the soup in the bowl and began to eat the fish. He said vaguely, "The one in my family has never made any good food in her life. It always tastes the same. I'm tired of it."

Mo Shanshan keenly noticed that he said "the one in my family" instead of "the little handmaiden in my family". So she became more silent. After a while, she raised her head firmly and looked at him seriously. She said, "I'll make it better and better."

After drinking the fish soup and eating the dry food, Ning Que continued to sit on the rock by the lake and fish. The willow branch in his hand had already turned white from being soaked in the lake water. There was no hook or bait on the branch. Other than some naughty fish that would occasionally touch it, no other fish showed any interest in it.

Mo Shanshan spread out the book and began to write not far from him. The light from the winter sun in the sky was warm and beautiful when it was reflected into the green valley by the Snow-capped Peaks around the Daming Lake.

When Ning Que was bored fishing, he would occasionally leave the big stone by the lake and come to the girl's side to watch her write. After a few comments, he would pick up the brush and write a few words himself. They could compare and appreciate each other.

Both of them were calligraphers, so they could endure loneliness the most. In this uninhabited green valley, the two of them wrote, appreciated the words, and looked at the lake. Time flew slowly, and there was nothing special.

Of course, most of the time, Ning Que still sat by the lake and fished.

The big array outside the green valley that went against nature had completely disappeared. The cold air of the world and the warm spring in the valley met and resisted each other. It happened to be the time when spring was at its strongest. The broad-leaved forest by the lake magically grew countless green leaves in a very short period of time, swaying in the wind pleasantly.

Ning Que held the willow branch in his hand and fell asleep unknowingly.

Suddenly, he woke up with a start. He looked up and found that there was no beautiful and peaceful Daming Lake in front of him. There was no trace of Mo Shanshan beside him, only desolation.

He came to the Wilderness again, the Wilderness that only appeared in his dream and never seen with his own eyes.

Today, there were no corpses on the ground, no tragic scene of blood soaking the ground, no people looking up at the sky in fear, no indifferent Butcher and Drunkard, and no tall figure.

There was only cold and dry air, barren and dark Wilderness, and faint cawing of black crows in the distance.

Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked toward the place where the crows were cawing, but he did not see the sky full of black wings. He only saw three black smoke stably floating in front of the Wilderness, looking at this direction indifferently, as if they were alive.

He remembered a dream he once had, the dream during his journey. In that dream, he once saw a similar scene, and someone beside him said, "It's getting dark."

It's getting dark.

Looking at the three streaks of black smoke in the distance, Ning Que suddenly felt a chill run through his body. Frost gradually appeared on his eyelashes and his clothes became thin and brittle. That was because he clearly saw the true appearance of the three streaks of black smoke.

It was not smoke, but countless rays or light fragments. The black rays and black light fragments gathered together and became the darkest smoke in the world, as if it could swallow all other rays of light.

Because of the fear in his heart, he subconsciously waved his hand, trying to use the willow branch in his hand to smash and disperse the three black smoke. But the next moment, he found that the willow branch in his hand turned into a big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella opened with a swoosh and covered his body.

He suddenly felt much safer.





By the Daming Lake, Ning Que was struggling on the verge of breaking the realm.

On the snow cliff dozens of miles away from the Daming Lake, Prince Long Qing, who had entered the realm breaking with Ning Que at the cost of his whole life, had also stepped on the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State.

With one foot on the threshold, it was not stable. It could move forward or backward, as if standing on the boundary between two worlds, or embracing Haotian's Divine Light, or falling into depravity.

Prince Long Qing had been sitting on the snow cliff for a long time. The wind and snow in Tianqi Mountain covered his right half with a thick layer of armor. The left half of his body in the world of verdant valley was as usual, with half of his body covered with snow and the other half fresh. This scene looked really strange.

Suddenly, he stood up and calmly brushed off the snow on his body. He did not care about leaving the cliff of enlightenment. He just walked slowly to the bottom of the snow cliff and caught a snow sheep.

Then he let the snow sheep go.

With his back to the verdant and his face to the snow mountain, he seemed to be thinking about something. The green in the valley spread up the cliff like mountain vines, and grass gradually grew among the snow under his feet, like stars.

If you want to get rid of the fence, why bother to be trapped in the fence?





(After a day's rest, the cold became very serious. I feel dizzy, uncomfortable, and sore. Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with my brain.) (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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