Leaving the royal court and heading north again, Ning Que gave a very clear route to the north...... It was to follow the caravan that came out of Tuyang City, but when they came to the mouth of this snow realm, the information of both the Tianshu Office and the dark guards had been interrupted, and the rest of the way was only to explore by themselves. Fortunately, he was extremely cautious along the way, no matter the snowy weather, he always kept the Tianqi Mountain Range clearly visible to his left, and even if he couldn't catch up with the caravan, it would not be a problem to return the same way.

It is not clear whether it was the writing or the spirit of the dead skin and the stubborn face played a role, Mo Shanshan did not walk with the powerhouses of the temple, but marched north with him. The journey was lonely, and the two often learned from each other about calligraphy and runes, each with their own benefits, especially Ning Quetong guò her demonstration mastered more basic doors of runes, and even vaguely felt that she was about to break through the realm, and she couldn't help but be happy.

Mo Shanshan is also in a good mood, as she said, she likes to read Ning Que's writing, every time she breaks on the way, she can see Ning Que holding an ink pen or a branch on the paper to sketch on the mud and snow, and the boring and monotonous journey seems to have become richer, and the snow is like an ink pool.

The sound of tree branches scribbling in the snow sounded, Ning Que looked at the words he had written, nodded with satisfaction, and found that under the pressure of Moshan Mountain, not only had his cultivation realm improved, but his calligraphy had also grown a lot.

Mo Shanshan pulled the scarf on his chest to his shoulder, leaned slightly, lowered his head and looked at the words he wrote seriously, and stretched out his index finger in his right hand and slowly gestured in the air, as if he was in Lincai.

Ning Que knew that the girl's eyes were not very good, and she was used to her concentration and posture every time she read the words. A cold wind with snow particles blew from under the mouth, whirring the scarf on the girl's shoulder, and the black hair floated back, lining the reddish face, which looked very good.

Behind the snow hub, the big black horse held its head high, and kicked its front hooves lightly in boredom, not knowing what it ate all day and night, and eating so fiercely that it didn't seem to be afraid of the cold here.

There was a maroon mare next to her, with a warm mattress and a cloth belt on her hooves, but she still looked a little afraid of the cold, and kept leaning towards the big black horse, carefully rubbing it gently, as if she wanted to keep warm, but she didn't want it to be bored.

The big black horse snorted slightly, looking a little greasy, but he didn't move his tall body, but stood tall in the wind and snow, blocking the snow wind blowing on the right side for the jujube red horse.

Mo Shanshan swiped in the air, and her moving fingers slowly stopped, finishing the quinoa, but she didn't look up, but continued to look at the words on the snow seriously, as if she wanted to keep all those words in mind:

Ning Que stretched out his hand and took off the black mask on his face, and asked seriously: "I asked about breaking the realm yesterday, you said that everyone's situation is different, and the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, but I just never get confused into the cave mystery, and it is not a difficult breakthrough pass, why has there been no movement for so long since Dongshengzhai arrived here?"

Mo Shanshan straightened up, looked at him and said quietly: "You only began to realize in the spring, and now before the end of the year, you have already seen the mountain gate of Dongxuan, if you are not lying, then it can only mean that you are a genius of cultivation, which also explains why the master chose you as a student." ”

Ning Que asked, "You mean to say that I'm already quite remarkable compared to others?"

Mo Shanshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he asked, "Who are you talking about?"

After Ning Que was silent for a moment, he said, "Prince Longqing." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said seriously: "Didn't you say that you don't accept such bloody words from your lifelong enemy?"

Ning Que smiled and said: "The world is known as Prince Longqing is only one step away from knowing his fate, if he really enters the fate, even if I want to be bloody, I can't be bloody, and ......"

He smiled and said calmly: "The Divine Temple will respect the Academy, but it does not mean that it is afraid of the Academy, especially the characters of the Prince of Longqing...... "He will definitely look for an opportunity to defeat or even kill me with his own hands, so as to perfect his so-called Dao Heart."

If he had gotten in, he would have beaten me like a dog. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, as if looking at the wind and snow outside the snow blank, guessing what he was thinking in his heart, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "You want to defeat him?"

"Pride and self-confidence come from strength, I am not a second senior brother. ”

Ning Que said: "So I don't expect to be able to defeat him now, but I think that if it is possible to delay his steps into the realm of knowing fate, maybe one day I can catch up with him." ”

"I think you should have time, but not necessarily enough. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him, "A very rare smile appeared on his usual expressionless face, which was a little jerky, but full of comfort, warmth and encouragement.

"Cultivating the Five Realms, the final realm is the most difficult, it is very difficult to know the Heavenly Harmony, although I can now write half a rune, it is just a big chance to get by luck, I have never been able to see where the threshold of the realm of knowing destiny is. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and continued: "Although Prince Longqing is recognized as the most likely person among the younger generation to enter the realm of knowing fate, I think he just saw that threshold, and there is still a period of time before he crosses that threshold. ”

Ning Que suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked, "You also once said that Longqing is not as good as a Taoist idiot, if Longqing has already seen the threshold of the realm of knowing fate, what about a Taoist idiot?"

"Maybe she's got a foot over? Maybe she's just seeing the threshold. ”

Mo Shanshan said: "The strength of the Dao idiot is not only in her cultivation realm, but also in her mastery of the subtlety of Taoism............ ：

Ning Que couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the four words, and was about to ask more specifically, when suddenly his eyebrows raised, and his arm reached out and held the big black umbrella behind him.

A faint green roar sounded in the wind and snow outside the mouth.

Although Mo Shanshan was not as extremely sensitive to the sound of arrows as Ning Que, as a cultivator of the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, he found that the speed of the feather arrow was not a little slow, and with a light movement of his fingers exposed outside his sleeve, he grabbed a piece of talisman paper.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to stop it, because he heard the direction of the feather arrow, which should have nothing to do with Si and the others.

A feathered arrow shot deep into the gentle slope beyond the snow meridian.

A snow hare hiding in the snow slope was torn by the arrow cluster on its hind hips, and it struggled to bounce up, jump, and enter the mouth of the earthworm.

The snow hare fell into the snow warp and died with a few flicks.

The words that Ning Que wrote on the snow were kicked into a mess.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the snowy slope outside the mouth, Ning Que motioned to Mo Shanshan with his eyes to leave the matter to himself, and the hand that reached out to his back let go of the umbrella handle and held the handle of the knife upward.

A man in a leather cotton suit, turned over the edge of the snow ribbon, searched for the injured snow rabbit, first saw two horses, and then saw Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, couldn't help but be surprised, bowed his bow and arrows at the two

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at the short bow between the man's hands, and noticed that the bow material was a little special, the skein in the bowstring flashed slightly, and it seemed that it was not a beast tendon, and then he noticed that there were several long hairs floating out of the brim of the man's hat, and if he looked at the face carefully, Yuan Cai was a woman in her thirties.

Holding the hilt of his sword, he looked at the woman calmly and said, "We have no ill will. ”

Mo Shanshan glanced at him, not understanding what he was going to do, although she had already been able to confirm that this woman was just an ordinary person, but in such a place so close to the Desolate Tribe, shouldn't she be more cautious?

The woman listened to Ning Que's words, her expression was a little surprised, and she hurriedly took two steps back and stepped on the edge of the snow, and only when she was far enough away from Ning Que did she seem a little relieved, and asked, "Central Plains people?"

The tone of her speech is a little strange, the tip of her tongue rarely flicks, and the time distance between words is very standard, so that it seems straight and tough, but just these three Yu, you can still understand it.

Ning Que looked at the woman and asked seriously, "Desolate?"

The woman did not answer the question, but looked at the two of them vigilantly, the short bow between her hands was pulled tighter, making a slight deformation sound, as if she might shoot an arrow at any time, and continued to ask, "Central Plains people?"

Mo Shanshan is not good at lying, and there is no need to lie in this situation, so he replied expressionlessly: "I am from the Great River Country." ”

The woman shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of ......."

Mo Shanshan pointed at Ning Que and said, "He is from the Tang Dynasty, I think you should have heard of it." ”

Ning Que said bad things in his heart, a thousand years ago, it was the Tang Empire that drove the desolate people to the extreme northern cold region, and the enmity between the two sides can be said to be as deep as the sea, this desolate woman knows that she is a Tang person, where is the reason not to be mad?

His right hand, which held the hilt of the knife, tightened slightly, ready to slash the other before the woman could make a move:

However, unexpectedly, when the woman heard the word "Tang Ren", she was only slightly stunned, and did not react too violently, but instead became steady and downward, and said, "I have heard of Tang Ren:"

Ning Que frowned and asked, "I've heard of it?"

"Hmm. The woman said in her characteristic tone, "Everyone in the tribe knows that we moved away many years ago because our ancestors could not defeat you. ”

Ning Que became more and more puzzled and asked, "Then you know that I am a Tang person, why don't you get angry?"

The woman withdrew her bow and arrows, and said with a blank face: "If you can't fight, you have to admit defeat, what's there to be angry about?"

Ning Hao scratched his head and said, "It seems to be ...... And that makes sense. ”

This is the first time that Ning Que and Mo Shanshan have seen the desolate people, and they have a short contact and conversation, and the two found that the desolate people are not the rumored monsters who can eat stones and drink molten iron, just like them, they need to hunt, they can talk and talk, wear clothes, and run around for life every day, and the ordinary can no longer be ordinary:

The desolate woman ignored the two of them, plucked the arrows from the hare, watched the arrows wear and tear, then grabbed the snow balls, wiped the blood from the hare, and threw them into the bag behind her.

Mo Shanshan looked at her quietly, and suddenly asked, "Why did you come to the south?"

At this time, it was Ning Que's turn to glance at her.

His goal in picking this wilderness occupied by desolate people was very clear, not for the sake of the temple, nor for the peace of the Central Plains, he was going to find the Book of Heaven, of course he didn't want to deal with these desolate people who were not easy to mess with.

The desolate woman looked at her and said, "Why can't you pick it?"

Mo Shanshan said: "This is someone else's place. ”

The woman said, "This was our hometown many years ago, but it was only after we left that it was occupied by those barbarians, so why can't we go back?"

Mo Shanshan looked at her and asked very seriously: "But the grassland barbarians have lived here for so many years, and have lived here for generations, and now that you have occupied their land, how can they live?"

Ning Que looked at her and thought to himself Although you are a genius bookworm of the Cultivators, how can you ask such an idiotic question?

The desolate woman looked at Mo Shanshan like an idiot and said, "If we don't grab it back, how can we survive?"

Ning Que burst out laughing.

Mo Shanshan glanced at him expressionlessly, then took the jujube red horse and followed the desolate woman over the edge of the snow pivot and walked towards the bottom of the gentle slope.

Ning Que was stunned and hurriedly followed.

The big black horse was stunned for a long time, and found that no one paid attention to him, and they all ran away, carrying snowflakes and heavy luggage with emotion.

After some conversation, Ning Que felt that the desolate man was indeed very interesting, especially very similar to the temperament of the Tang people, but he was still not ready to contact the desolate man, and he didn't expect that Mo Shanshan seemed to think differently.

Mo Shanshan looked at the desolate woman walking with her back in front of her, and said softly: "We will fight against the desolate people in the spring next year, of course, we must understand the true situation of the desolate tribe, the temple let us investigate the enemy's situation, this desolate woman has no suspicion of us, isn't it the best opportunity?"

Ning Que shook his head, thinking that the temple was going to fight with the desolate people, what did it matter to him? However, since Mo Shanshan insisted on taking this chance encounter as a part of his earthly trial, he did not object.

After walking out of the snow and turning to the east, I saw a lonely tent, the surface of the tent was coated with a paint similar to black mud, which should be able to block the wind and cold, but it was obviously a long distance away from the settlement of the desolate tribe, and I don't know why the desolate woman lived here:

The desolate women did not invite them to be guests, but they did not show any obvious hostility towards them, but let them follow them into the tent, threw them a large piece of dried meat without enthusiasm, and poured them two bowls of hot water.

There is not much salt in the jerky, although the chewing is tasteless, but if it is mixed with saliva for a long time, it will exude a rough and primitive fragrance, Ning Que has rarely had the opportunity to touch such things since he left Weicheng, and he can't help but chew with relish, and he can't take out the flight attendant to speak.

Mo Shanshan thanked the barren woman, tore two strands of meat and put them between his lips and chewed slowly, looking at her expression, he didn't know whether it was unpalatable or delicious.

The desolate women bowed their heads to handle a piece of animal skin, and paid no attention to them.

Although there was no opposition in the tent, there was no word.

Ning Que felt the strangeness of the atmosphere, and couldn't help but glance up at Mo Shanshan, thinking to himself, didn't you say that you wanted to investigate the enemy's situation and check the true situation of the Desolate Tribe, could it be that you can ask questions when you are dumb?