The senior brother said gently: After meeting the teacher in Chang'an City...... Title between you and me, now you can call me senior brother with my junior brother, as for the itinerary, don't care, for me practice is roaming, and we have to go to Tuyang City, from that place to Chang'an is also a way. ”

Ning Que listened to the conversation between Senior Brother and Shanshan, and vaguely sensed something, but subconsciously didn't want to think deeply, until he heard that he was going to Tuyang City, thinking that he should go to see Xiahou, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The words of worry were not spoken, because no matter how dangerous Tuyang City was in Longtan Tiger's Den, he could not persuade a character like Senior Brother to avoid it, but the meaning of worry had already been expressed very clearly.

The senior brother said: "I didn't know about the horse thieves on the shore of the Hulan Sea that day, so I just did. Now that he knows, plus the fist he handed out when he grabbed the Book of Heaven, he always needs to explain these things.

The speech was calm and gentle, the pace of speech was still slow, and the content of the speech was very simple and clear, because it was based on a ...... Simple, clear and powerful logic, whether you are the Haotian Dao Sect or the Demon Sect, whether you are an imperial family or a famous general in the world, as long as you want to be the enemy of the academy, then you must make corresponding explanations.

This, no one in the world has needed to make this and explain for a long time, because it has been a long time that no one dares to have the slightest disrespect for the mountain behind the academy, and the last time I had no choice but to make an explanation was the peach blossoms on the peach mountain of Xiling Temple.

The wind on the moor howled from day to night, rolling up the thick snow on the surface of the field, but could not find a clean place to throw it, so in the end it could only fall to the ground helplessly, the snow layer was still so thick, whether it was the rolling wheels or the unwilling horses' hooves, they could not make too obvious a sound on it.

One day, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the winter day poked its head out from behind the clouds, sneakily casting a not warm gaze at the earth, and in the distant wasteland, a slight volcanic hill suddenly sounded the sound of dense horses' hooves, although the sound of dense hooves was still clear and obvious, only one rider could imagine that the speed of the ride was as fast as He and Cheng dù.

The big black horse dragged the heavy carriage through the snow with difficulty, lowered its head and slowly snapped its thick lips, extremely listless, listening to the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, it raised its head and looked at the place, its black eyes and bones turned quickly to look particularly cautious but a little inexplicably excited.

A white shadow rushed out from behind the snow-covered hills like an arrow, it was a snow-white horse with an abnormal horse, it was the mare who was in the limelight at the royal horse racing conference, but was finally wolfed by the big black horse to the extreme, and on the back of the horse sat a beautiful girl in a leather jacket, naturally it was Her Royal Highness Lu Chenjia, the princess of the Moon Wheel Country.

The snow horse's hooves were stained with mud, and it was no longer pure and beautiful as it was at that time, and it was obvious that after a long journey but no time to rest, the girl on horseback still had a beautiful face, but her eyebrows and eyes were full of sadness and anxiety, and she looked extremely haggard. The three idiots in the world are recognized as the most beautiful young cultivators in the world, and the can be said to be the best-looking girl among the three, so haggard I really don't know why.

The galloping snow horse rushed out of the hills, saw the carriage slowly coming in the wasteland, slowed down its speed, and when it found that it was the most hateful black goods pulling the cart, it couldn't help but neigh, and wanted to step forward and bite it fiercely, but also subconsciously wanted to avoid it, chaotic thoughts affected the action, because of the long journey, its already weak limbs were almost kicked in one place, staggering and almost falling to the waves.

Lu Chenjia frowned slightly, lifted the reins in her right hand, and reluctantly controlled the flat mount, and at this time, she was only more than ten steps away from the carriage, and she could clearly see the other party.

The curtains of the carriage were slowly lifted.

Lu Chenjia looked at the car window, his eyes were as cold as frost in the wilderness at this time, and there was a faint pain and strong hatred in the depths of his black pupils, which was not at all like the beautiful appearance of a flower in the past.

The curtain was completely opened, and an ordinary-looking scholar looked at her with a gentle expression, nodding in greeting, Lu Chenjia was slightly stunned, and then saw the bodies and noses of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan behind the scholar.

She guessed the identity of the scholar, and after a moment of silence, she took a light breath, saluted seriously, and then said no more to the people in the carriage, and kicked the horse's belly lightly with both feet, so that the snowy horse, which was very nervous as if facing a great enemy, no longer confronted the big black horse, and continued to drive towards the depths of the wasteland.

"Where is she going? It is really dangerous for a girl's house to walk alone in this great wilderness. Her status is noble, and no one dares to mess with her in the Central Plains, but this is a wasteland. Not to mention that you may encounter a dangerous snowstorm, even if you meet a desolate person, there will be a big problem, and the desolate person has no good impression of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. ”

Ning Que looked at the snow horse that was gradually moving away outside the window, sighed and said with worry.

There was silence in the carriage, and no one responded to his exclamations.

He was slightly surprised, and then found that the senior brother and Shan Shan were both looking at him with a very complicated gaze.

"What's wrong?"

The senior brother smiled and didn't say anything.

Shanshan was silent for a moment and then said, "I found that Ye Hongyu is right, you are indeed very shameless. ”

Ning Que was furious and asked, "Where am I shameless?"

Shan Shan lowered his head and said softly: "Chenjia, she risked riding into the wasteland alone to find her fiancé, and was unwilling to face you and me, obviously because she knew the news that Prince Longqing was seriously injured by you and was about to die. You know that this is all caused by you, so why are you hypocritically worried here. ”

Ning Que was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer to hide his shamelessness, so Qian was simply shut up and he op

At this moment, the sound of hurried hooves sounded again outside the carriage.

When I opened the curtains, I saw that it was the Lu Chenjia who went and returned.

Lu Chenjia looked at Ning Que by the window, suppressed the emotion in his heart, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you seen him?"

Ning Que looked at the girl on horseback, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I haven't seen it since then." ”

Lu Chenjia didn't say who he was, and Ning Que didn't say what it was after that, they knew each other that if they really said it too clearly, maybe the resentment hidden between each other would explode into a real battle.

Lu Chenjia stared at his face...... After being silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his sleeve and wiped his lips, then his hand hung down to his leg, covering the little serum on his sleeve, and asked in an indifferent voice: "Please tell me where he may have gone?"

On the snow cliff, Ning Que shot an arrow through the chest and abdomen of the prince of Longqing, and then a series of changes occurred, and now Ye Hongyu Zhiran has joined the temple protector cavalry...... Naturally, the news spread across the wasteland. The temple was furious...... But the most important thing is that no one knows whether Prince Longqing is alive or dead now.

The person who cared most about the life and death of Prince Longqing was, of course, his fiancée, so Lu Chenjia ignored the opposition and obstruction of Aunt Qu Nima Bang and everyone in the temple, and forcibly rode a snow horse to the depths of the wasteland.

Ning Que calmly looked back at the indifferent eyes of the nymphomaniac, there was no guilt in his heart, it was the so-called uprightness...... didn't care about the hatred and murderous intent in the other party's eyes at all, and said: "I was too far away from him that day, so I don't know if he is still alive, you should ask Ye Hongyu about these things." ”

Hearing his answer, just listening to the calm in his voice, Lu Chenjia lowered his eyes slightly, and then silently lifted the reins of his horse and continued to walk towards the depths of the wasteland...... The figure of Ma alone looked particularly downcast and sad.

In the northernmost col at the northern foot of Bitian Abandoned Mountain, thick snow covers the gap between heaven and earth, and a simple leather tent is half-hidden, and no one can survive in such a cold place except for the desolate people.

In the tent lived a father and son, who belonged to one of the last tribes of the desolate people to move south, who had just completed the winter rites and were about to return to the tribal settlement...... But before they could go home, they had to deal with a problem in their tent first.

That trouble was a young man from the Central Plains.

The young man's clothes are extremely tattered, but the bright yellow clothes are very precious when you look at them, and his identity must be extraordinary, but his current appearance is too miserable, and the miserable big arrow wound in his chest and abdomen did not suppurate or have insects because of the cold, but he was frozen into something like flesh, and he looked extremely terrifying.

The father and son of the desolate man found him in the thick snowdrift in the mountain col, and although the other party was obviously from the Central Plains, the father and son still dragged him back to their tent for treatment according to the tradition of the desolate man hunting.

However, when the young man was rescued, he still looked like a dead man, staring at the linoleum on the top of the tent with wide eyes, and he refused to speak no matter what the desolate father asked.

The father and son of the desolate man did not bother to pay attention to him, and continued to go in and out of the snowy mountains every day, looking for those little beasts that were looking for traces, trying to complete the hunting tasks required for the winter rituals, and when they returned to the tent with their heavy and tired bodies, they fed the young man a bowl of broth at will, and did not do anything more.

I don't know if it was because of Haotian's favor, or if there was a certain and strange source of vitality in his body, the young man did not die, but became extremely thin, his eye sockets were deep, his bones were protruding, and the beautiful face of the god son who was not like a mortal in the past gradually fell and sank towards the ugly and gloomy path.

One day the young man finally sat up, gasping violently and painfully, caressing his chest and abdomen, which still had a terrible wound, and taking advantage of the fact that the father and son were not paying attention, he drew a hunting knife from the corner of the tent and slashed at the strong father of the desert.

The father of the desolate man did not expect that the young man he rescued would sneak attack him, and when the hunting knife attacked, he only had time to turn sideways.

Fortunately, the young Central Plains man was so seriously injured, tired and weak to the extreme, even it was very difficult to pick up the hunting knife, how could he have the slightest strength, plus the desolate man's skin was as hard as iron, and the blade only cut a very shallow white cut on the desolate man's shoulder.

With a crisp sound, the twelve-year-old desolate boy knocked the young man from the Central Plains to the ground with a calm face, and then scolded loudly, but the desolate boy's voice was childish and bright, and the pronunciation of the Central Plains was more blunt than his father's, and the scolding was as crisp as an icicle breaking, and he couldn't hear too much filth.

The young man from the Central Plains didn't listen to the little boy scolding at all, he fell to the ground, coughing violently and painfully, looking at his trembling hands, his eyes dim like a candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

(Tonight is bound to drink, tomorrow night is also bound to drink, the annual meeting is resolutely not much to drink, but who would have expected the impermanence of the world, Amitabha, or the old saying, I work hard to keep changing, those around me really see my efforts, the comrades at the annual meeting have dropped their glasses, the heart said that the old cat really did not break the change, alas, it can be seen that I Yitao's laziness has become a scene, to change some is, just like the young man in the wasteland.) ）