The sky is clear...... The morning light is gradually ...... The beast that woke up and ate ate walked through the hardy forest, shaking off the snow covered on the branches, revealing the true color of the yellow and black branches, and the vast snowfield had more color and life, but looking at the blood stains of the monkey bottle that were gradually buried by snowflakes outside the tent, the girl's face was still pale:

Moshan Mountain of Mogan Mountain has not killed anyone, and Moshan Mountain of the wasteland has started to kill people, but she has not killed Bai Ji people, for the people of Haotian in the Central Plains, the people in the temple are naturally self-inflicted:

Her teacher was a temple guest, she believed in Haotian, and she was ordered by the temple to enter the wasteland to investigate the enemy's situation, but only to kill three deacons of the temple ruling department in the dark night yesterday.

Mo Shanshan was not afraid, but she was a little at a loss, and mentally unable to accept this fact: she thought about it for half the night, but she still couldn't figure out why the situation at that time developed like this, and why after Ning Que began to fight back, she naturally used the Burning Sky Talisman to burn the ruling director into light ash flying in the sky, and she didn't even think about anything at all.

Ning Que was holding a bowl of broth, squatting at the door of the tent and drinking it deliciously, the mutilated corpses of the black-clothed deacons not far from the tent obviously did not have any effect on his appetite:

His gaze fell on Mo Shanshan's pale cheeks, and noticed that her usually casual and indifferent eyes looked a little fragile and helpless at this time, and he understood something, stood up and comforted him: "Some things are done, and regretting them afterwards has no meaning except for putting more burden on your spirit." ”

Mo Shanshan shook his head slowly, his beautiful eyelashes flickered slightly, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously: "Introspection can make us do less wrong things in the future, or do you think we need to introspect?"

"If it's about this inexplicable battle last night......"

Ning Que shrugged, drank the last mouthful of broth left in the bowl, and then said: "Of course there is no need to reflect, I don't care about them being important people in the Temple Judgment Division, I only know that they want to kill me, so it is natural for me to fight back." ”

Then he added very seriously: "These three deacons of the adjudication department are weaker than us, but they killed us and died at our hands, this is a matter of intelligence." And if we are still killed by them in this way, it is a matter of emotional intelligence, the former is called stupidity and medicine, and the latter is called stupidity and forced to have no rule of law. ”

Listening to such vulgar words, Mo Shanshan couldn't help frowning, thinking back to the battle scene last night, and explained the deceased very seriously: "The Fan Cage Dao Method is similar to the passive Dao techniques like Heaven and Earth Yuan, Qi Lock or Tianluo Array, and those three deacons yesterday didn't think about killing you right away, but just wanted to subdue you. ”

"But then the man wanted to abolish my cultivation. ”

Ning Que reminded with a smile: "I don't have the habit of being crippled and then being reasonable, as I said before, this is not the rule of law with the mentally retarded in terms of emotional intelligence." ”

Mo Shanshan said very seriously: "Trembling here, of course I won't let you be disabled:"

There is a natural confidence in this very common sentence, the girl killed the deacon of the temple inquisition, and her spirit was a little trance, which does not mean that she will think that those deacons are stronger than herself.

This and the words with a slight taste of protection may make many young and enthusiastic young men feel a little unhappy, but Ning Que looked at her bright eyes, but felt a little moved, and a little inexplicably nervous because of the moved.

In order to get rid of this nervousness, he shook his head and said, "Even if these deacons can't deal with us, what about the desolate mother and son? When they want to kill someone, do you stop or not?"

Ning Que looked at the girl and said with a smile: "You have a good heart, of course it is impossible to watch orphans and widows being bullied, besides, we have eaten so much dried meat from other people, why are we embarrassed not to help kill a few people?"

Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, looking at the tiptoes sticking out from the edge of the thick cotton skirt, he didn't know what to say to this guy at all, thinking to himself Although you and I are not afraid of the people in the temple, how can you say it from your mouth, killing a few deacons of the temple adjudicator is like beating two yellow sheep on the road?

The girl murmured softly, "But they are from the temple." ”

When cleaning up the body last night, Ning Que took out a waist card from the black clothes of the deacon of the ruling division who had been split in half, and the identity of the black-clothed deacon was determined on the face of Moshan Mountain, and it seemed that he was the family of an important person in the temple. However, Ning Que was not afraid, because as long as there was no evidence of this and the matter, no one would take him.

Although he generally believes in Haotian with everyone in the world, he has been displaced since he was a child, accustomed to seeing many ugliness, and struggling to survive at the bottom, so he does not have too deep awe for the temple and the legendary place.

And because of the two encounters with the prince of Longqing in Chang'an City, his little maid said that the prince was really beautiful, he looked gentle at the time and seemed to be completely unconcerned, but in fact, he was already unhappy, and because of the bloody battle between the meadows, so now Ning Que is not in the slightest awe of the temple, but extremely hostile.

Therefore, killing the three deacons of the Temple Judgment Division is really not much different from slaughtering three yellow sheep for him, and it does not cause any psychological impact, mental abruptness, and even the heart to see the girl's beautiful face.

He looked at Mo Shanshan's innocent and helpless expression with his head down, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to poke the cute bulging pink cheeks, and suddenly remembered the identity of the other party's bookworm, forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, and said with relief: "I'll dispose of the corpse in a while, I'm very good at this thing, then no one will know about it."

It's a pity that there is only one academy in the world, and only the academy can teach a student like Ning Que, although Mo Shanshan is a world-famous bookworm, there is still no way to smile at the temple daimyo like him

Looking at the girl who was still bowing her head and silent, Ning Que shook her head and said with a smile: "Don't forget what happened on the meadow, your junior brother is actually equivalent to being killed by the people of the Temple Judgment Division, it's just that they didn't do it themselves, so from the simplest emotional level, you shouldn't lean towards them." ”

"Whoever treats you badly, you should treat him badly, the temple treats you badly, then their life or death is none of your business, and you have never seen a desolate man before, why do you want to help the temple kill the desolate man? The desolate man traveled all the way south to here, and the eldest sister did not say that she would cut you with a knife when she saw you like a ghost, but took a piece of meat for you to eat, and at this time she was boiling broth for you...... What is it called after eating a piece of meat that has been around for thousands of years? ”

Ning Que raised his arm, patted her shoulder gently, looked back at the tent and said with a smile, "Thank you, eldest sister." ”

The curtain was lifted, and the desolate woman walked out with a bowl of broth and a few pieces of coarse grain cakes, looked at him and nodded and smiled, and said, "I should thank you for last night's incident." ”

The desolate man has a special physique, and his skin is extremely hard, and last night, the black-clothed deacon Dao Sword injured the woman's shoulder, and after the power of Haotian Shenhui attached to the wound was eliminated by the Mo Shan Mountain Shi Fu, there was no major problem.

The dark-skinned desolate little boy hid in the curtain, looked at the two young men and women from the Central Plains curiously, and asked, "You are all from the Central Plains, why do you want to help us kill those Central Plains people?"

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly, and said righteously: "Because we are good Central Plains people." ”

The little boy scratched his head in confusion, as if he didn't understand what a good Central Plains person was, and when the patriarch convened a meeting of the tribe before moving south, he didn't seem to have said this kind of term.

Suddenly, he thought of something that the patriarch had said, and suddenly realized that he patted his forehead, looked at Ning Que and said, "The patriarch said that you Central Plains people like infighting the most, this is called infighting, right?"

Hearing this, Mo Shanshan couldn't help but feel that his cheeks were a little hot, and he didn't know how to respond.

Ning Que didn't care at all, and patted the head of the little boy with a smile.

Under Ning Que's strong request and the insistence of the dead skin, he finally succeeded in getting the girl to join in the work of destroying the corpse, not because he had a perverted hobby of wanting to see the girl's pale face and body trembling in the face of the corpse, but he now felt more and more that Mo Shanshan was really a girl who had never been in the world, although she had such a great reputation in the world, but she was still a quiet little flower by the ink pool, and she couldn't stand the wind and rain at all。

And in his life experience, disposing of corpses is the way to help an ignorant girl mature as quickly as possible, and as for the best method, he hopes that he will never think of it again in his life.

The big black horse was indignantly carrying heavy bags and dragging countless things, and accompanied the young man and woman as they walked deep into the woodland of the snowfield, and behind the tight leather rope, on the ground was a complete corpse, two incomplete but no longer bleeding corpses, and a large bunch of stone grass that had been annihilated by harvesting.

Mo Shanshan walked in front silently, the hem of the cotton skirt had been wet with snow, but she didn't notice it, because she hadn't gotten rid of that complicated and confused love, and since she was a child, she had been in the depths of her blood for Haotian's awe, and her respect for the temple could be erased with a few words, although she felt that what Ning Que said before seemed to be very reasonable, but she still felt that there was something wrong with this matter.

For a girl who has been sitting in the ink pool for more than ten years and doesn't ask about the world, the difficulty of transforming the worldview is second only to the difficulty of transforming the concept of love, Ning Que looked at her back and felt a little helpless and a little tired.

Walking on the desolate snowfield, his mind suddenly drifted back to Chang'an City, which was relatively far away from the Far South Pole, to the shop in that alley, to the little black maid, silently thinking about how simple it would be if it was Sangsang, Sangsang would never doubt anything he said.

Of course, Sangsang's world view, life outlook, love outlook, money outlook, food outlook, life and death outlook are all his views:

A few fat tree rats looked at the scene under the tree vigilantly, and there were several human corpses piled up in the pit formed today, and the faint smell of blood made them a little uneasy.

Ning Que threw the large bundle of snow-stained stone grass into the pit, looked at the pale but still solemn face of the black-clothed deacon and gently snuggled his right foot, and said seriously after a moment of silence: "The temple needs to be feared, and the academy also needs to be feared, the mountains behind my academy cannot enter the world, but since I have entered the wasteland this time, it is equivalent to representing the face of the academy, but what I have seen along the way, the world does not seem to be in awe of me." ”

He turned his head to look at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile: "If my second senior brother is shouted and killed by the Temple Judgment Division, what do you think he will do?

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, thinking about the rumored second gentleman of the academy who was extremely proud, and said, "Then what will he do? Will he still kill the Taoist idiot or the prince of Longqing?"

"Of course the second senior brother wouldn't do that, how could there be a person like Dao idiot or Longqing in his eyes?"

Ning Que shook his head with a smile and said: "According to what I know about him, he may go directly to Taoshan and go to the Adjudication Division to find trouble with that great priest, his idol is Uncle Xiao, if it weren't for the strict management of the master, I'm afraid that he would have gone around looking for trouble a long time ago, looking for this and the reason, how can there be a reason not to take the opportunity to get mad?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him in a daze, speechless, thinking to himself what kind of strange people lived on the second floor of the academy?

"I don't have the strength and confidence to do that. However, glory is my life, and if anyone dares to ignore the existence of my academy, I will not hesitate to take this small life. Ning Que looked at the sky in silence...... The tone was indescribable...... With a hint of decidedness, if a teardrop could flow from the corner of his eye at this time, or a snowflake would float on his eyelashes, the picture would be more handsome.

Mo Shanshan and he accompanied him all the way, although he was not as familiar as an old friend, but he also knew that this person was a bit of a scoundrel, and at this time, listening to him suddenly say these sonorous and powerful words, he couldn't help but be a little moved.

She stared at his side face seriously, and thought silently for a long time, still a little unsure of her own judgment, and asked in a very small and unconfident voice, "Are you lying or joking?"

Ning Que laughed, looked at her and said, "Since there is no reason to lie to you, of course it's a joke." ”

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, as if the precious Zihao thin blade was drawn on the paper, looking extremely dissatisfied.

Ning Que smiled slightly, looked at her eyes and said seriously: "But seriously, I never think that the temple is qualified to exercise its will on behalf of Haotian, who can prove that Haotian has allowed them to be representatives? Maybe we are the ones chosen by Haotian, and the light and justice in the world need us to maintain, so if we encounter the temple in the future and do such disgusting things, we must refuse to be indifferent, and take action when it is time to act." ”

It was still a righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor, but this time Mo Shanshan was not confused by him, but looked into his eyes and thought seriously for a long time, and tried to determine: "This should be...... Jokes?"

Ning Que looked at the tip of her cute little nose that was slightly wrinkled, looked at the doubts and nervousness in her wooden eyes, couldn't help but laugh happily, reached out and took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and said, "It can also be said to be lying." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at his back, and suddenly asked, "Why do you like to tell lies?"

Ning Que didn't turn around and said: "The habit I developed when I was a child, sometimes I can't survive without telling lies:"

Mo Shanshan continued to ask, "Then what is your purpose in mining the wasteland? Why did you teach me those shady things? Why did you teach me how to kill? Why did you let me get used to this?"

The questions asked by simple people are very simple, because they are simple and direct, so they can pierce countless pieces of silk cotton armor hidden outside, such as jokes or lies, and go straight to the heart in the chest:

These questions are not easy to answer, Ning Que stood in the snow pit and thought silently for a while, then decided to answer honestly, looked back at her and said calmly: "I want to go into the wasteland to do an important thing, grab an important thing, and as you said a few days ago, it is really a critical moment to grab food, no one will care about my academy background, and when the time comes, let alone whether I can take food from my mouth, everyone can beat me into a dog." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish speaking.

Ning Que flicked the rune paper in his hand into the snow pit, and continued in a very serious tone: "So I need your help:"

Mo Shanshan lowered his head slightly, looked at the snow and didn't know where, was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to rob?"

"One of the seven heavenly books. ”

Ning Que looked at her long eyelashes that blinked slightly, felt the change in her heart at this time, and said, "You agreed to go into the wasteland with me, I wonder if it will have something to do with this matter:"

Mo Shanshan slowly raised his head and took a ride, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "After the master knew about this matter, he sued me, I don't expect to grab the Book of Heaven, but I am very curious, so I want to take a look." ”

Ning Que smiled and said, "Curious about the Book of Heaven and those powerhouses who are qualified to grab the Book of Heaven?"

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly, feeling that it was very easy and comfortable to talk to him, because he seemed to be able to hear what was in his heart, and he never thought about himself in other ways.

Ning Que was about to say something.

Mo Shanshan shook his head lightly, looked into his eyes and asked very seriously: "I didn't sue you, and you didn't sue me, so can we be considered even, not deceiving each other?"

This very simple way of thinking generally only exists in the world of children with clear minds, but the girl said it naturally, and Ning Que naturally accepted it, nodded seriously, and even felt relieved, because he had few friends in the world, and he didn't want to lose one for some reason.

Then Ning Que looked at her and said very seriously: "But your mentality is not right, you and I have come to the wasteland, if you have the opportunity, of course you can't miss it, so don't say that you don't dare to expect extravagance." If you don't even dare to think about it, you really can't do anything. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked very seriously, "Is this also my education?"

Ning Que smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Anyway, I calculated, if the two of us can cooperate well, Prince Longqing may not be able to beat us, why don't you give it a try?"

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said, "Then let's try it, but if you grab it, how to divide it?"

"When the time comes, you can transcribe the copy, you bring it back to the ink pool, I will bring it back to the academy, speaking of which, I haven't seen the master and his old man, grab the book of heaven as a teacher's ceremony, I feel very excited when I think about it......"

The more Ning Que spoke, the more excited he became.

A flash of shame suddenly flashed in Mo Shanshan's eyes, and he said, "I want your copy to copy." ”

Ning Que waved his hand and said heroically: "You pick first." ”

Standing in the snow, the two imagined the possibility of almost zero beauty, and they both laughed a little stupidly.

(Horizontal, horizontal, I wish the girls a happy holiday, horizontal, horizontal, my nearest ox fork is anything that can make it joyful, horizontal, horizontal, and I wish the girls and all of you a happy day.)