Eldest Brother said gently, "After we meet the teacher in Chang 'an, we will change the way we address each other. Now you can call me Senior Brother like Youngest Brother. As for the itinerary, you don't have to worry about it. For me, cultivation is just a wandering. Moreover, we are going to Tuyang City, so it is convenient for us to return to Chang' an."
Listening to the conversation between Eldest Brother and Shanshan, Ning Que vaguely sensed something, but subconsciously did not want to think too deeply about it. When he heard that they were going to Tuyang City, he thought that they were probably going to see Xiahou, and could not help but feel a little worried.
He didn't say what he was worried about because no matter how dangerous Sunsoil City was, he couldn't persuade a person like Eldest Brother to avoid it. However, his worry was very clear.
Eldest Brother said, "That day at the Hulan Sea, I did not know about the Horse Gang. Now that I know, and with the fist that he handed over when snatching the Tomes of Arcane, he has to give an explanation for these things. "
His tone was calm and gentle, and his speech was still slow. What he said was very simple and clear, because it was based on a simple and powerful logic. No matter if you were from Haotian Taoism or the Devil's Doctrine, no matter if you were from the imperial family or the world's famous general, as long as you wanted to be the enemy of the Academy, then you must give an appropriate explanation.
In this world, no one had to give such an explanation for a long time, because no one dared to disrespect the back of the mountain of the Academy. The last time someone had to give an explanation was the peach blossoms on the West-Hill Divine Palace's Peach Mountain.
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The wind on the Wilderness kept howling from day to night, rolling up the thick snow on the surface of the Wilderness. However, it could not find a clean place to throw the snow, so it could only fall to the ground helplessly. The snow was still so thick that neither the rolling wheels nor the unwilling hooves of the horses could make too obvious a sound on it.
One day, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the winter sun poked its head out from behind the clouds, casting a sneaky but not enthusiastic look at the ground. Suddenly, there was a dense sound of horse hooves behind a slight hill in the distant Wilderness. Although it was dense, it was still clear that there was only one horse, so one could imagine how fast that horse was.
The Big Black Horse dragged the heavy carriage forward with difficulty in the snow. It lowered its head and slowly smacked its thick lips, looking extremely listless. When it heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, it suddenly raised its head and looked in that direction. Its black eyes rolled quickly, looking extremely vigilant and inexplicably excited.
A white shadow dashed out from behind the snow-covered hills like an arrow. It was a majestic, snow-white horse. It was the mare that had been in the limelight at the Royal Court Horse Race but had been defeated by the Big Black Horse in the end. A beautiful girl in a leather coat sat on the back of the horse. She was the princess of the Yuelun Kingdom, Lu Chenjia.
The hooves of the Snow Horse were stained with mud, and it was no longer as pure and beautiful as before. It was obvious that it had gone through a long journey and had no time to rest. The face of the girl on the back of the horse was still beautiful, but her eyebrows were full of sorrow and anxiety, and she looked extremely haggard. The world's Three Addicts were recognized as the most beautiful young cultivators in the world. The Flower Addict could be said to be the prettiest girl among the three. No one knew why she looked so haggard.
The galloping Snow Horse rushed out of the hills and slowed down when it saw the carriage slowly approaching from the Wilderness. When it realized that the carriage was being pulled by the most despicable black horse, it could not help but let out a neigh. It wanted to charge forward and bite it, but at the same time, it subconsciously wanted to avoid it in fear. Its chaotic thoughts affected its movements, and its limbs, which were already weak from the long journey, almost tripped over something. It staggered and almost fell forward.
Lu Chenjia frowned slightly. She lifted the reins with her right hand and barely managed to control the horse under her. At this moment, she was only a dozen steps away from the carriage and could see it clearly.
The curtains of the carriage were slowly lifted.
Lu Chenjia looked out of the window. Her eyes were as cold as the frost in the wilderness. There was pain and intense hatred in the depths of her black eyes. She was completely different from her usual beauty.
The curtains were completely lifted. An ordinary-looking scholar looked at her with a gentle expression and nodded in greeting. Lu Chenjia was slightly stunned. Then, she saw Ning Que and Mo Shanshan behind the scholar.
She guessed the scholar's identity. After a moment of silence, she took a light breath and bowed respectfully. Then, she did not say anything to the people in the carriage. She kicked the horse's abdomen with both feet, causing the nervous Snow Horse to stop confronting the Big Black Horse. Then, they continued into the depths of the Wilderness.
"Where is she going? It was really dangerous for a girl to walk alone in this Great Wasteland. She is of high status and no one dares to offend her in the Central Plains. However, this is the Wilderness. Not to mention the dangerous snowstorm, she would also be in big trouble if she met the Desolate Men. The Desolate Men do not have a good impression of the Buddhism and Taoism sects. "
Ning Que looked out of the window at the gradually disappearing Snow Horse and sighed worriedly.
There was silence in the carriage. No one responded to his sigh.
He was slightly surprised. Then, he realized that Eldest Brother and Shanshan were looking at him with a very complicated expression.
"What's wrong?"
Eldest Brother smiled and did not say anything.
After a moment of silence, Shanshan said, "I realized that Ye Hongyu was right. You are indeed very shameless."
Ning Que was furious and asked, "How am I shameless?"
Shanshan lowered her head and said softly, "Chenjia took the risk to ride alone into the Wilderness to find her fiancé. She did not want to meet us because she knew that Prince Long Qing was seriously injured by you and was on the verge of death. You know very well that this is all your fault. Why are you still hypocritically worrying here? "
Ning Que was a little embarrassed. He did not know how to continue the conversation to cover up his shamelessness, so he simply shut his mouth.
At this moment, hurried hoofbeats sounded outside the carriage.
They opened the curtains and saw that it was the Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, who had returned.
Lu Chenjia looked at Ning Que, who was by the window. She suppressed her emotions and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Have you seen him before?"
Ning Que looked at the girl on horseback. After a moment of silence, he said, "I have not seen him after that."
Lu Chenjia did not say who he was, and Ning Que did not say where he was after that. They both knew that if they were to be too explicit, the hidden resentment between them might explode into a real battle.
Lu Chenjia stared at his face and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she lifted her sleeve and wiped her lips. Then, she lowered her hand to her thigh and covered the blood stain on her sleeve. She asked indifferently, "Please tell me where he might have gone."
On the snow cliff, Ning Que had shot an arrow through Prince Long Qing's chest. After that, a series of unforeseen events had occurred. Now that Ye Hongyu had met up with the Papal Cavalryman of the Divine Hall, this news had naturally spread throughout the Wilderness. The Divine Hall was indescribably furious. But most importantly, no one knew whether Prince Long Qing was dead or alive.
The person who was most concerned about Prince Long Qing's life was, of course, his fiancée. That was why Lu Chenjia ignored the objections of Aunt Quni Madi and the people of the Divine Hall and forcefully rode the Snow Horse into the depths of the Wilderness.
Ning Que calmly returned the Flower Addict's cold gaze. He did not feel any guilt. As the saying goes, he was in the right, so he did not care about the endless hatred and murderous intent in her eyes. He said, "I was too far away from him that day, so I do not know if he is still alive. You should ask Ye Hongyu about this."
Hearing his reply, especially the calmness in his voice, Lu Chenjia lowered her eyelids slightly. Then, she silently lifted the reins and continued into the depths of the Wilderness. The figure of the horse and the person seemed exceptionally lonely and sorrowful.
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In the northernmost part of the Bitianqi Mountain, thick snow covered everything between heaven and earth, half covering a simple leather tent. Other than the Desolate Men, no one could survive in such a cold place.
A father and son from the Desolate Man lived in the tent. They belonged to the last tribe of the Desolate Men to migrate south. They had just completed their winter rites and were preparing to return to the settlement of their tribe. But before that, they had to first solve a problem in the tent.
That problem was a young man from the Central Plains.
The young man's clothes were extremely tattered, but one could tell from the bright yellow shreds that they were very expensive. Presumably, his identity was not ordinary. However, his current appearance was too miserable. Because of the cold weather, the miserable large arrow wound on his chest and abdomen did not fester or grow worms. Instead, it was frozen into something that looked like bacon. It looked extremely terrifying.
The father and son found him in the thick snow in the mountain. Although he was obviously from the Central Plains, the father and son followed the tradition of the Desolate Men when they went hunting and dragged him back to their tent to treat him.
However, after the young man woke up, he still looked like a dead man. He stared at the linoleum on the top of the tent with his eyes wide open. No matter what the father asked him, he refused to speak.
The father and son could not be bothered with him. They continued to go in and out of the snowy mountains every day, looking for small beasts that were looking for traces. They worked hard to complete the hunting tasks required for the winter rites. When they dragged their heavy and tired bodies back to the tent, they casually fed the young man a bowl of meat soup and did not do anything else.
It was unknown whether it was because he was blessed by Haotian or because there was a strange source of vitality in his body, but the young man did not die. He only became abnormally thin, with deep eye sockets and protruding bones. The once beautiful face of the Son of God gradually became ugly and gloomy.
One day, the young man finally sat up. He panted violently and painfully, caressing the horrifying hole in his abdomen. While the Desolate Man father and son were not paying attention, he took out a hunting knife from the corner of the tent and slashed at the strong Desolate Man father.
The Desolate Man father did not expect that the young man he saved would sneak up on him. He only had time to turn his body when the hunting knife came at him. Fortunately, the young man from the Central Plains had suffered such a serious injury and was extremely tired and weak. It was difficult for him to even pick up the hunting knife, so he did not have the slightest bit of strength. In addition, the Desolate Man's skin was as hard as iron, so the knife only made a very shallow white cut on the Desolate Man's shoulder.
With a crisp slap, the Desolate Man boy, who was about to turn 12, knocked the young man from the Central Plains to the ground with a sullen face. He then began to curse loudly. However, the Desolate Man boy's voice was clear and bright, and his pronunciation of the Central Plains language was stiffer than his father's. His cursing was as clear as the shattering of an icicle, but it did not sound too dirty.
The young man from the Central Plains did not listen to what the Desolate Man boy was cursing. He fell to the ground and coughed violently in pain. He looked at his trembling hands and his eyes were so dim that they looked like candles that could be extinguished at any time.
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(I'll definitely have to drink tonight and tomorrow night. I didn't drink much during the annual meeting, but who would've thought that the world is unpredictable? Amitabha, it's still the same old saying, I work hard and keep updating. The people around me really saw my hard work. My comrades at the annual meeting were all shocked, thinking that Old Cat really didn't stop updating. Sigh, it seems like my laziness has become a thing of the past. I need to change, just like that young man in the wilderness.) (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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