The night shrouded Chang 'an City. The everlasting lamps in the corner towers of the Imperial Palace radiated a yellowish light to the ground. The dim light reflected the white snowflakes dancing slowly in front of the red palace wall. It was a very beautiful scene.
This was the most remote part of the moat. The snowflakes falling from the night sky disappeared silently when they fell on the surface of the moat. In this quiet environment, the sound of their feet stepping on the loose snow became clearer and clearer.
Mo Shanshan gently brushed away the fluttering hair in front of her eyes and looked at the dancing snowflakes in front of the red palace wall. She said softly, "The Great River is far away in the south. It's almost impossible to see snow there."
Ning Que thought of the distant country where it was like spring all year round and said with yearning, "I really want to visit it if I have the chance."
"The Great River is small in size and has a small population. Its national power is very weak. To the north is the powerful South Jin, which has always had a bad relationship with Yuelun. However, it has always been able to maintain peace and even prosperity for hundreds of years. Do you know why?"
Ning Que shook his head.
Mo Shanshan looked at the Tang Imperial Palace in front of her and said calmly, "Because there is the Tang Empire and this imperial palace in the world. Because the Great River has been on good terms with the Tang Empire for generations. That's why the Great River has always been under the protection of the Tang Empire, even though we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers."
Ning Que was very clear that what she said was the truth, but he did not understand why she suddenly mentioned it.
"Both the South Jin and Yuelun know very well that if they go too far and their troops really invade the Great River, the Tang Empire and the Emperor in this imperial palace will not stand idly by. That's why other countries in the world think that the Tang Empire is an ambitious hegemon and the source of war. Only the people of the Great River don't think so. For us, as long as the Tang Empire exists, this dangerous and chaotic world will be peaceful. "
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said with a smile, "The world of cultivators is actually inseparable from the secular world. Only by being strong can you ensure the peace of the Tang Empire and the Great River. What you need to do now is to strengthen yourself and make the Tang Empire stronger than before."
Hearing this, Ning Que finally understood. At noon on the street outside the Ministry of Rites, Shanshan probably guessed that he was hesitating and wavering, so she used the snowflakes outside the palace walls to comfort him.
He shook his head and said, "Thank you for your explanation. In fact, I've almost figured it out. If you want the world to be at peace, you can't just avoid fighting. I just don't understand why a Buddhist master like Monk Guan Hai can't get rid of those foolish thoughts. Why does he have to come and fight with me?"
"When people see a tall palace wall, they always want to go around the wall to see what's behind it. When they see a mountain, they always want to climb it to see what kind of scenery it has."
Mo Shanshan pointed at the palace walls on the other side of the moat and said, "Cultivators are also people. They also have curiosity and yearning, and because of their pride, this feeling will become even stronger."
Hearing this, Ning Que thought of the state of mind when he first heard Chen Pipi talk about the real powerhouses in the world. He thought of the heroic attitude he had when he saw the mountains on the other side of the sea of clouds after he successfully reached the top.
"For cultivators, the end of the long road of cultivation is the legendary Unknown Place. They are in awe of the Unknown Place, but they are filled with the desire to approach or even surpass it. Zhishou Abbey and Xuankong Temple have nowhere to go. They can only see the Academy, so they have to try to climb the mountain of the Academy."
In the light snow, Ning Que and Mo Shanshan held the big black umbrella and walked forward. The topic about the Academy's entry into the human realm and the challenge was over. They looked at the thin ice floating on the surface of the moat and the snowflakes that disappeared as soon as they entered the water. They often kept silent for a long time, and occasionally discussed about Talisman Taoism and calligraphy when they felt something.
They had been through life and death together in the Wilderness for many days and had developed a tacit understanding. Recently, they often traveled side by side in Chang 'an City. This tacit understanding gradually penetrated into every part of their body and even their soul through the gentle touch of their shoulders, and the girl's hair occasionally drifted past Ning Que's nose. Their common interest in Talisman Taoism and calligraphy made it easy for them to perceive the intention of each other's gaze and gesture. That happy and peaceful emotion gradually emerged.
When they walked to a certain bridge in the moat, the snow gradually stopped.
Ning Que stopped and put away the big black umbrella.
Mo Shanshan took a few steps forward and then looked back at him. With this movement, her black hair flowed down from her shoulders like a waterfall. Her white dress looked especially beautiful in front of the red palace wall, just like the falling snowflakes earlier.
Ning Que looked at her beautiful face and tightly pursed red lips. He found that her eyes did not drift away at all, but were unprecedentedly calm and focused. He could not help but feel inexplicably nervous.
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "In the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, I said that I like you."
Ning Que was slightly startled and squeezed out a sentence with some difficulty. "I remember."
Mo Shanshan raised her head slightly, and her slightly round face looked extraordinarily stubborn and proud. "I also want you to like me."
Ning Que looked through the girl's shoulder and looked at the red palace wall in the night. Then he found that there was nothing to look at. Then he looked at the slowly flowing moat under the bridge and found that the river in the night was like ink. There was indeed nothing to look at. So he had to look at her face again and said seriously, "This is a very fair thing."
Mo Shanshan slowly lowered her head and looked at the tip of her shoes in front of her skirt. She said in a low voice, "Then do you like me?"
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This time, Ning Que really looked at the palace wall behind the girl. That was because the red palace wall was higher than his line of sight and occupied most of the area in the night. It could serve as a very good background wall.
Life was like a question. There were all kinds of fanatics. Mo Shanshan was a Calligraphy Fanatic, so she was also a question. Moreover, this was probably the most difficult question he had ever encountered in his life. Therefore, he needed to think about it seriously and repeatedly project certain images in his mind to determine the answer to this question.
On the shore of the waist-thin blue sea, he saw the girl swaying gently in the wind on the branches in the early morning, and the touch of blue around her waist. Then he saw her undisciplined and indifferent eyes, beautiful eyebrows, cute round face like a bun, saw her casting Half Divine Talisman, saw her falling from the sky, and then they traveled together again, talking about calligraphy and Talisman Taoism until the palace entered the Northern Wilderness again. They didn't walk alone in the snow. They once cooked fish by the lake. They staggered forward among the rocks in the mountains and valleys. He carried her on his back and she guided him. She said that she liked his Big Black Horse and liked his calligraphy. Then she said that she liked him in front of the mountain of bones and corpses when she was dying.
These images flashed quickly in Ning Que's mind and on the red palace wall in front of him. Those feelings that he had once touched and those things that he had occasionally thought about appeared again. He couldn't confirm more things, but at least he was absolutely sure of one thing. And he actually let a girl say that sentence first. He felt that it was wrong to drag the time even for a moment.
He looked at Shanshan in front of him and looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes. He said with certainty, "I like you."
Mo Shanshan's body stiffened slightly. She didn't raise her head to look at him, but walked directly to the side of the bridge. She lowered her head and looked at the ink-like moat quietly. She looked at the floating ice in the river, and a shy smile gradually appeared on her indifferent face.
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The battle between Ning Que and Monk Guan Hai in the main hall of the Southern Gate Taoist temple did not cause any disturbance in the secular world. In the eyes of the ordinary people living in the streets and alleys, cultivators were like the cultivators in Ning Que's eyes in the past. They were all immortals who lived in the wind and drank dew and flew around the clouds. Whenever immortals fought, as long as there was no disaster, mortals were usually not willing to care. In fact, they didn't know about these things.
But for the various sects in the cultivation world, the result of the battle had a far-reaching impact. The defeat of Guan Hai, the last disciple of the Elder of the Lanke Temple, proved once again that the Academy was the highest peak in the world, and also made Ning Que, Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, enter the ranks of the so-called powerhouses.
"Monk Guan Hai lived in seclusion in the deep mountains behind the Lanke Temple in his early years. He was not famous, but even I would have a hard time defeating him. I didn't expect Ning Que to be able to defeat him. It seems that he has improved very quickly recently. I think now, no one on the Peach Mountain still thinks that he defeated Long Qing twice because of luck."
In a dark room in the West-Hill Divine Palace, Ye Hongyu looked at the dossier she had just received. A smile appeared on her beautiful face. For some reason, she did not wear her iconic red dress, but a simple Taoist robe.
A subordinate of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall heard her words and could not help but frown slightly. He retorted in a low voice, "No one can deny that Mr. Thirteen has improved very quickly. But it is definitely luck that he defeated the Prince twice in a row. If the Prince was not at the critical moment of breaking the realm on the snow cliff, how could he have succeeded in his plot?"
Ye Hongyu looked at the subordinate quietly and said, "Plot is also a kind of battle. Since you have become an enemy, do you still expect the enemy to be tolerant and gracious? As long as it is a battle, it is fair. And you must remember that Haotian is also fair. A shameless guy like Ning Que can become a student of the Second floor of the Academy and be chosen by Uncle Yan Se as a successor. Then he must have something worth learning other than luck. "
The subordinate of the Judicial Department did not dare to refute anymore. He lowered his head and said yes. He went out and walked to a tree by the cliff. He glanced at the simple stone house and revealed a sneer on his face. He lowered his voice and said to his companion, "The Divine Hall has suffered a serious setback in this trip to the Wilderness.
"In this trip to the Wilderness, the Divine Hall has suffered a serious setback. Prince Long Qing may have died. Our Grand Master Ye has encountered a strong enemy and was forced to lower her state. I'm afraid that she will never enter the Knowing Destiny State in this life. But she still shows such confidence in front of us. Doesn't she know that this is pitiful and ridiculous?"
Ye Hongyu was indeed seriously injured in the trip to the Wilderness. Especially when Lian Sheng used the Practice of Taotie and forced her to lower her state to survive, it had caused irreversible damage to her cultivation.
But she was after all the Tao Addict and her cultivation state was still in the upper Seethrough State. How could she not hear the whispers outside the house? However, she did not get angry. She just gently tidied up her wide green Taoist robe and then silently closed her eyes.
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(I was happy the whole day yesterday, but I suddenly withered today. Maybe I was too relaxed and felt extremely uncomfortable. It was even more uncomfortable than when I tried my best at the end of last month … And I happened to be writing this terrible plot, so I actually wrote for six hours … It's so scary. This is the only chapter today. Don't worry, I won't wither. I will definitely write more tomorrow.) (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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