The Central Plains is in the middle of spring, the northern border does not feel cold, but starts to heat in advance, and the weather in recent years, just like the mood of Haotian, is always unpredictable.

With the scorching heat came dryness, and the edge of the wasteland had always had little rain, but now it was even more dusty, and the grass on the field was stubbornly green, but it was very ugly.

Weicheng is even more so, the earthen wall has been carved by the northwest wind with countless traces, floating soil fluttering everywhere, if it was in previous years, the veteran covered in mud should be scolding his mother on the simple barracks at this time, and the general surnamed Ma sighed at the muddy mud wine in the bowl in his hand.

The dust is still flying, but those images can no longer be reproduced in front of me, the corners of the walls still bear the traces of the war two years ago, the wind can cut the wounds of the earthen walls, but it cannot erase the old blackened blood stains, the sloping wells with astringent water have long been filled with sand by the barbarians, the simple barracks have long since collapsed, the dilapidated and abandoned town is no longer inhabitable, and there is no one in it.

There was no one in Weicheng, but there were people outside the city. Dozens of tents stood in the wind and sand, and from time to time there was the sound of prayers and mantras for the heavens, and the barbarians, who were still accustomed to living in the wilderness, seemed to be living happily.

Obviously exposed to the scorching sun and blown by the strong wind, Ning Que's face became more and more pale, he looked at his homeland like a dead city, silent, no one knew what he was thinking.

Sangsang's spirit was much better than a few days ago, she sat by the car window, looked at the tents, felt the pure spiritual power from the heart, and looked calm.

After countless years of unremitting efforts by the Daomen, the most powerful force in the wasteland, the Golden Horde, finally changed their original beliefs and bowed down to the divine light of Haotian.

They worship the Immortal Heaven, that is, Haotian, that is, Sangsang.

The wind outside Weicheng gradually stopped, and a cloud drifted out of nowhere, just blocking the scorching sun, and the wind blowing from the depths of the wasteland became much cooler, and the barbarians walked out of the tent, feeling the rare comfort, with a cheerful smile on their faces, and some pious old men kissed the ground and thanked Haotian for blessings.

Ning Que looked back at Sang Sang and said, "Your clouds?"

Sang Sang did not answer him, lifted the green curtain, stepped out of the carriage, and walked slowly in the tent, feeling the barbarian's respect for him, his eyebrows gradually spread, and the flowers on the green clothes gradually bloomed.

After leaving the Xiling Temple, she had been to the Great River and the Rotten Ke Temple, as well as the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Tang Kingdom, where she had never felt this way, and only then did she feel that she was walking in her own world.

As the sun went down in the west, the temperature became more pleasant, and more and more barbarians came out of their tents, the women began to prepare dinner, and the men began to pile up wood to prepare the campfire for the evening.

No one was able to see Sangsang and him.

The barbarians around the tent suddenly let out a burst of cheers, Ning Que turned to look, and saw a black herd of horses coming from the south of Weicheng, and it was dozens of Golden Horde cavalry who drove the horses.

Looking at this scene, the emotion on his face became a little complicated.

Those horses were not wild horses, but the divine horses that the Tang State had raised in Xiang Wanyuan, and in the peace treaty signed by him himself, Xiang Wanyuan and the seven walled cities were ceded to the Golden Horde.

In the plan of the Xiling Temple, as long as it takes another three years, the Tang army will have no available war horses, even if the war starts again, the Tang State will be defeated.

In other words, from the day the Tang State ceded Xiang Wanyuan, the Tang State could no longer turn over.

The barbarians were naturally elated, and the bonfires between the tents were suddenly enlarged, and the slaughtered sheep were doubled, and the nobles ordered the slaves to bring out countless jars of wine, which attracted a more violent cheer.

As night wore on, the bonfires were lit, and all the barbarians came out of their tents, and began to eat meat and drink around the fire, and when the wine was to its heart, they began to wrestle and frolic and the young men and women began to dance with each other enthusiastically.

Ning Que stood outside, looking at this scene, his expression was very calm, in fact, he used a lot of strength to control himself from looking at the ruined Weicheng.

The more lively the barbarian tribe became, the more deserted the earthen city became, the happier the barbarians were, the sadder the earthen city became, and the more vigorous the bonfire, the more angry the earthen city became.

The big black horse felt his mood at this time, and slowly lowered his head, at this time Sangsang finished his tour of his world, walked back to the carriage, looked at him and asked, "You are angry?"

Ning Que said calmly: "Yes, I am angry.

Sangsang asked, "Why?"

Ning Que didn't look at her and said, "This is a human affection, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

Sangsang said: "Although I am not human, I can analyze this situation. ”

Ning Que said, "You won't understand. ”

Sangsang said, "Then you can sue me." ”

Ning Que said: "I'm angry, naturally because of these barbarians, but I'm even more angry at your lack of anger, which makes me very sad and disappointed, and even some of them began to doubt their own thoughts." ”

Sangsang said, "Why should I be angry?"

Ning Que turned to look at her, looked at her for a long time, and said in a slightly cold voice: "You have lived here." ”

Sang Sang's expression remained unchanged and said, "I have lived in many places. ”

Ning Que stared into her eyes and said, "The people in Weicheng used to love you like that. ”

Sangsang looked at the abandoned earthen city in the night, and was silent for a moment, then she pointed to the barbarians who were partying around the campfire and said, "These people love me too. ”

Ning Que suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Can this be the same?"

Sang Sang said calmly: "They are all my people, and I treat them exactly the same. ”

Ning Que could no longer control his feelings, and shouted angrily: "If you don't become an idiot, then it should be clear that these people in Weicheng ...... It's because you're dead!"

Sang Sang's expression still did not change, and the emotion in his voice was still so calm, or there was no emotion, so that it made people feel more ruthless than Wu: "Except for this time? For countless years, human beings have long been accustomed to killing each other in my name, do you need me to be responsible every time?"

Ning Que looked into her eyes and said, "You know that too...... Yes, except this time. ”

After saying this, he did not continue, silently stepped into the carriage, waved his whip and struck it hard in the air, the whip was loud, and the light cast by the cool night breeze and the campfire was sucked away.

No sooner had the carriage passed the tents than it stopped again.

Tonight the moon was like a hook, not bright, and the night dome was dotted with stars, and the starlight fell on the moor, slightly illuminating the black field and a huge pile of stones.

Dozens of wooden frames were supported in the stone pile, and on the shelves were corpses that had been decomposed and then dried by the wind, and from the already tattered clothes, it was possible to recognize these dead people as Tang Jun.

Ning Que didn't know if this was a show off by the Golden Horde after the Great War, or if the spy rangers sent by the Tang Army to the wasteland last year were captured and subjected to extremely cruel torture.

His face was very calm, as if it had been frosted.

With a bang, the iron knife came out of the sheath, and from a distance of dozens of zhang, he slashed at the stone pile, and the iron knife broke through the wind silently, but he could faintly hear the roar of a red bird.

The stone pile was broken in two with a bang.

A raging flame shot out from the blade and landed on the stone pile, and in an instant, all the corpses of the Tang Army on those wooden shelves and shelves were burned to the cleanest ashes.

Ning Que put the knife back into the sheath. The carriage went on, and instead of getting into the carriage, he sat on the wheels, listening to the wheels rubbing against the weeds, and watching the night in silence.

I don't know how long it took, Sang Sang's voice sounded in the carriage: "I thought you would kill all those humans outside Weicheng, or slowly roast them to death with fire." ”

Ning Que didn't look back, and asked ruthlessly, "Will you stop it?"

"I don't know. ”

Ning Que sneered: "Haotian also has something he doesn't know?"

Sang Sang said: "Because there are some things, I suddenly don't want to count. ”

Ning Que thought of those heroic prairie boys and those beautiful girls whose faces were burned red by the bonfire, and gradually became calm, and even showed a smile on his face.

"I said it in the Imperial Palace of Chang'an City, I said it when I was in Qinghe County, and I said it many times in many places, these people will all die, and there will be no one left, so I am not in a hurry. ”

The carnival around the campfire, the young men and women dancing, the pious old man, the ignorant but already able to ride a horse, if such a beauty is ruined, what kind of beauty will it be?

Sang Sang's voice was a little cold: "Do you think I will allow it?"

Ning Que said: "So I will defeat you first, and then kill them all." ”

This trip is going backwards, from the Rotten Ke Temple to Chang'an is one of them, from Weicheng to the West is another section of the past, the same two people, the same black horse and black car, but in those years, the sky is full of clouds, the sound of black crows, but today it is so silent and quiet.

After leaving Weicheng, for some reason, Ning Que became a lot silent, he and Sang Sang talked less and less, and the time spent looking at the green grassland in a daze became longer and longer.

When passing through Sobi Lake, according to his original idea, he would definitely rest here for the night to let Sangsang relive some of the past, but he suddenly changed his mind and continued to march overnight.

Sang Sang understood his love problem, but she didn't care, at least Ning Que couldn't see that she didn't care, and the things she had to consider were indeed more important.

Haotian can be counted as a qiē in the world, and she calculated that this trip would have a very successful result, but when she radiated thoughts between heaven and earth, she once again confirmed that she could not calculate one thing.

Because she can't figure it out, she wants to see it with her own eyes, and after seeing all the worlds that belong to her, she wants to see people or things beyond the world, and then she leaves.

(There's another chapter today.,At this time, you have to walk the dog first.,The update time may be late.,Don't wait for a pot friend who wants to go to work and school tomorrow.,It's the same tomorrow.。 ）