The foolish smile looked exceptionally clean in the white snow forest, as if it could blatantly beat every snow on the branches and every grass under the snowdrift, but the flames turned into runes in the snow pit in front of the two of them were obviously not infectious, and they still couldn't get bigger after being blown by the cold wind for a long time.

Ning Que looked at the small flames on the black clothes of the corpse of the deacon of the adjudication division, and was a little embarrassed to find that the gap between his rune ability and the girl talisman master around him was so big, last night Mo Shanshan casually charmed, and the deacon of the adjudication division was burned to ashes, but the black clothes were not damaged at all, and the rune fire that he wrote with his heart in Chang'an City was completely weaker than it, how many days would it take to burn the corpse into ashes?

Mo Shanshan noticed the embarrassed look on his face, almost couldn't hold back the laughter, forcibly lowered his head to collect the smile, and flicked his fingers exposed outside the cotton sleeves, and the snow pit suddenly burst into flames.

Before Ning Que could feel the scorching temperature, he found that the snow in the pit melted into water and gradually seeped into the ground, and the body of the deacon of the ruling department had disappeared, and this time all the black heavy clothes were burned and destroyed.

Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and sighed...... One of the talismans lies in talent, and Shi Fu is the use of wonderful, and the talisman he writes is far inferior to that of a bookworm, and at this time, he can't even understand how the bookworm makes his hand, and he can't help but be a little stupid.

"Master Yan Se said that I am a genius that is rare in Fu Dao for a thousand years, but after being with you for a long time, I always feel that he is lying to me, or that his vision is much worse than that of Lord Shusheng.

He looked at Mo Shanshan's beautiful and childish eyebrows, confirmed that the girl should be the same age as himself, was embarrassed to ask her how old she was, shook his head and said with emotion: "You are the real Fu Dao genius." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously, "Thirteenth Senior Brother, when did you start learning Fu Dao?"

Ning Quekai counted a few days and replied, "In the spring, it's almost half a year. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes quietly, sighed softly after a long time, and said, "In this way, Master Yan Se's vision is really not wrong, you are indeed a Fu Dao genius. ”

Ning Que was happy when he heard this, especially when he thought of his boasting about Chen Pipi on weekdays, he felt a lot more relieved...... Smiled and asked seriously, "I'm really strong?"

Mo Shanshan nodded, and then thought of something, Ma Qi asked, "What kind of person is Lingshi?"

Ning Que thought for a while and replied very honestly: "He is a dirty old man who is very obscene and lustful. ”

Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned, then understood something, and said softly: "I'm asking about the clip...... Because I'm curious about what kind of people I can teach you students on the second floor of the academy. ”

Ning Que laughed a little embarrassedly and said, "Maybe it's hard for you to believe that although I am now breaking into the wasteland by relying on my master's reputation as a disciple, I haven't seen him carved ...... old man once."

Mo Shanshan's eyelashes blinked slightly, as if he didn't expect to hear this answer.

Ning Que thought for a moment and said seriously: "But according to what I know about those senior brothers and sisters on the second floor...... I think the old man must be a very proud, very remarkable fellow. ”

In this world, those who dare to call the master by the word "guy" are probably only these guys who stop at the end of the academy. As for his descriptions, they are actually all nonsense, people like the bookworm Mo Shanshan certainly know that the master is very great, and a person who is great enough to reach the master's realm is ...... Why don't you be proud?

"What kind of person is your master, Shu Shengguangsheng?" Ning Que looked at her and asked curiously.

Hearing the teacher's name, Mo Shanshan's expression became a little complicated and a little awe...... It's a little cold. She slowly lowered her head, turned around and walked out of the snowy forest...... He said he didn't want to talk about it.

Ning Que looked at the cold and desolate back in the snow winter forest, frowned, glanced back at the snow pit, confirmed that the work of destroying the corpse was perfectly over, and accelerated his pace to chase after the back.

With hooves on the snow, the big black horse walked with its head bowed with its heavy luggage.

It looked at the two clear footprints on the snow in the forest, looked at the two silent young men and women in front of the footprints, and had some doubts in its heart, thinking that when you came, you dragged the stone grass, why didn't you seem to care about the footprints when you returned?

Suddenly, the big black horse understood something, and could not help but feel annoyed, and shook his horse's head angrily, just as he had done before he came, and galloped towards the edge of the snowy forest.

Ning Que pressed the branches and dry firewood that the big black horse had worked so hard to carry around behind it with a rope, patted the horse's back with satisfaction, took out the strange-looking grass from his arms, and stuffed it into the horse's mouth to express his reward.

Mo Shanshan looked at this scene curiously, thinking that the people who came out of the second floor of the academy were strange, and even these livestock were so strange, as if they could understand human nature, and they didn't know how to teach them.

Ning Que said: "To clear the traces on the snowfield, a blizzard is of course the best way for Lord Haotian to descend, if it doesn't snow, then we have to be careful, at least the way to come and the way to return cannot be the same." ”

Mo Shanshan was puzzled and asked: "I know that the grass was used for this purpose before, so why burn them and work hard to find branches everywhere to use?"

Ning Que explained very calmly: "Because I want to try the power of the fire talisman I wrote, but I am not sure that it can burn, it is very strong, so I want to use grass to help burn, but it is still not hot enough, and I still need your help." ”

Being able to tell his own affairs so calmly, his brazen Cheng Dù was really good, but the big black horse who was walking slowly behind the two of them and paying attention to the snow sweeping and scars was even more sad.

Mo Shanshan didn't care about the rogue energy revealed in this sentence, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly and said: "I have been in the ink pool since I was a child, raised by the teacher, he has never allowed me to come into contact with the real earthly world, if it weren't for this temple edict, and I am indeed older, maybe I wouldn't be able to go out of the mountain." ”

Ning Que listened to the girl's softly whispered narration, and a gray-haired cultivator seemed to appear in front of him, looking at a five or six-year-old girl by the pool with a stern face, and sharply ordered her to write quietly......

Mo Shanshan looked at the reckless mountain range in the distance of the snowfield, and said quietly: "The so-called three idiots in the world, obsessed with Fu Dao and obsessed with books, obsessed with cultivation and obsessed with flowers, if you really want to enter the world, in fact, where is the opponent of a wise person like you." ”

Ning Que shook his head and said: "It's not for self-modesty, even if my means are ruthless and realistic...... But it's not likely to be your opponent...... Realm strength can tear up all conspiracies lightly. ”

Mo Shanshan lowered his head and said softly: "I just suddenly figured out one thing, I don't understand these world affairs...... Lu Chenjia and I are the same kind of people, and I don't necessarily understand, if I was sitting in the carriage on the meadow that day, and the people from the Moon Wheel Country below were attacked by horse thieves, maybe I wouldn't bother to pay attention. ”

Ning Que looked at the few strands of black hair floating on her slightly round pink cheeks, and said: "Jun right" You are not the same kind of person as, she is obsessed with flowers, so she can treat others as dung and use them to plant flowers, although you are obsessed with books, but the world in your eyes is still a normal world...... The blood of ordinary people like us is not used as ink. ”

Mo Shanshan felt that this catty ...... The description is very bloody, but it is very appropriate, raised his head and looked into his eyes quietly, and said very seriously: "Am I really not a nymphomaniac?"

"Of course not. Ning Que smiled and said, "Even if you are all ignorant, you are also kind and ignorant. ”

The description of ignorance is not bloody...... But it is not appropriate, I believe that no one will like it, Mo Shanshan frowned slightly...... His bright eyes were filled with pleasure, and he asked, "Is this a joke?"

Ning Que wanted to say that this was a straight talk...... But looking at this beautiful and innocent face close at hand, he still nodded.

Mo Shanshan turned around and didn't say anything more, his thin and red lips were pursed tightly, and his pink cheeks were slightly bulging, not holding back his anger, but holding back his smile.

"What if...... It's better if you're not a liar, and of course, you're fine now, because you know how I feel, so you ended up lying.

Mo Shanshan lowered her head and walked forward quietly, thinking about the above sentence in her heart, her feet stepped on the snow without leaving any traces, not deliberately, but she felt that she was really going to float.

Back at the tent, Ning Que had a serious conversation with the desolate woman, and asked her to do something, so the woman who participated in the winter ceremony and was not allowed to return to the tribe according to the rules of the desolate people actually handed over the child to the two young men and women of the middle age without saying a word, and returned to the tribe herself.

Two days later, the desolate woman came back with not very good news, but Ning Que didn't care, because he knew that it was indeed extremely difficult to make the desolate tribe believe that he was a native of the Central Plains.

Luckily, he still got some useful information, such as the caravan from Tuyang City, and what had happened in the last few days when the Desolate tribe had occupied the wilderness.

Leaving the winter forest and going north, the temperature is getting colder and colder, especially if you are about to enter the extreme north foot of Tianqi Mountain, the jujube red horse in Moshan Mountain will definitely not be able to bear it, so it is left to this pair of desolate mother and son.

After the two sides said goodbye, the two of them set out on the journey again.

Mo Shanshan asked, "What should we do next?"

Ning Que said: "Enter the mountain." ”

Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned and asked, "The Book of Heaven is in the mountains?"

Ning Que looked at the snow peak in the distance, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't confirm it, but I confirm that the people from the temple are in the mountains. ”

Because of the cold and high mountains, there are no plants here, and the mountain wind is fierce and strong, and all the floating soil and snow are blown clean, revealing the black and deep rock surface below.

On the side of a protruding cliff between the black rock walls, a young man dressed in a black ruling robe, stood here, looking at the lead clouds and snow in the distance, as if he was about to melt into the rock wall.

The goshawk could not reach this place, and there was no difficulty for him, and on that perfect cheek, which was only slightly pale, there was not even a trace of pride, because he was the prince of Longqing.