In the process of cleaning up, Ning Que saw the chessboard, and after a short pause, he threw the chessboard into the corner, then reached out and picked up the big black umbrella, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Compared with the appearance of the past ten years, the current big black umbrella has undergone great changes, the greasy gray scale on the umbrella surface has completely disappeared, revealing a very thin and transparent pure black cloth, and there are several holes in several places on the edge, which looks very miserable.

The big black umbrella that was indestructible in the past and could withstand the attacks of the world has actually become like this, and you can imagine how terrifying the power of the Buddha's light in the Rotten Ke Temple is.

Ning Que continued to clean up the work, sorted out the iron arrows, paper talismans, and spare alternative arrow clusters, put them in a convenient place, and then lifted the bottom of the carriage and counted the dry food hidden inside, the strange stones needed to start the carriage talisman array, and the goblin yellow fruit eaten by the big black horse.

According to the current number, it should be guaranteed to return to the academy from the wasteland, even if the dry food is not enough, he will not worry that he will not be able to find food in the wasteland, and finding a water source is not a difficult thing for him.

The rune paper in the copper basin had long since disappeared and turned into a warm yellow flame.

This is a fire talisman written by Ning Que a long time ago, it looks amazing, but in fact, whether it is the temperature of the flame or the length of time it is maintained, it is very ordinary. In the small pot on the copper basin, the water has just boiled, and the rice grains are tumbling up and down in the water, and the slightest color is stingy with the water, and it is not known how long it will take until it is fully cooked.

Ning Que took a ginseng and got out of the carriage and summoned the big black horse that was guarding hundreds of zhang away. Touching the mane on its neck, thinking about the picture of living and dying together in the Rotten Ke Temple, he was a little moved, and said: "From now on, I have a mouthful of meat to eat, and I will have a mouthful of soup to drink." ”

After saying this, he stuffed the ground ginseng into the mouth of the big black horse. Then he patted it on the head.

The big black horse chewed and swallowed the ground ginseng in two bites, raised his head unsatisfied, and looked at Ning Que pitifully. Keep clicking your mouth.

Its meaning is very clear, although the owner has always been shameless, and he is only willing to give me soup to drink if he has meat to eat. You must know that today I was frightened by the strange sinkhole and the terrible temple, and I ran for more than 300 miles, and I didn't understand the reason that I was not a hungry worker?

Ning Que was a little ashamed and said, "I must get you some meat to eat tomorrow, so let's do it today." ”

The big dark horse shook his head lightly, a little annoyed, and more helpless.

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The rice porridge in the pot was boiled, exuding a faint fragrance, and Ning Que helped Sangsang to sit up. Feed her porridge and say, "There is some medicine in the porridge, don't let it know about the stolen thing." ”

Sang Sang glanced out of the car with some embarrassment, and then lowered his head to eat porridge with a smile. After eating half a bowl, his spirit was a little better, thinking that he was injured, and said, "You can eat some too." ”

Ning Que said, "I've already eaten it. ”

Sang Sang said: "Cold water is dry food, how delicious." ”

Ning Que said: "That is, life is better after arriving in Weicheng, I think when we were in Minshan." Being able to eat dry food is a great life, and I don't have to worry about not being used to it. ”

Sang Sang thought that it was easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it was difficult to go from luxury to thrift, and now he must not eat dry food as fragrant as when he was a child, but knowing Ning Que's temperament, he no longer persuaded him, but silently told him that he had to get better quickly.

The rice porridge in the pot was still boiling, making a popping sound, the hot mist was steaming, and the carriage was very warm, only the big black umbrella in the corner and the chessboard seemed to be exuding a chill.

The seemingly ordinary chessboard was naturally the chessboard left by the Buddha, Ning Que couldn't understand why the chessboard appeared in the carriage in the end, even though it should be in the chessboard.

"We now know that we are in the depths of the Far West Wasteland, and the location has been determined, but we don't know how many days have passed since the change of the Rotten Ke Temple. ”

He said: "The old monk said that the world has been searching for us for a long time, it seems that the chessboard still plays a role, we are running on the mountain road inside for a moment, maybe the real world in the outside world has been a long time, although it is still late autumn, but I think it is at least ten days later." ”

Sang Sang felt that his calculation was very reasonable, thinking about the Buddha light in the Rotten Ke Temple, he had palpitations, and thought about the broken temple movements before entering the chessboard, and said: "I guess that it was Mr. Big and Mr. Second who broke the temple that day, so what happened to them, I don't know if there was an accident." ”

Ning Que said: "Don't worry, there are only two people in the world who can get my two senior brothers at the same time, but those two people will definitely not dare to make a move for fear of angering the teacher." ”

The two people he said were naturally the first to preach on the Lord and the Hanging Temple.

"I'm more worried about Master Qishan. ”

Ning Que thought about the virtuous and benevolent Buddhist monk, thinking of the picture when the master opened the chessboard to send the two of them away, frowned and said: "The master's health is not good, he used his mantra to help me fight with Qi Nian, and then forcibly reversed the chessboard, I really don't know if he can hold it." ”

Sang Sang was also very worried when he heard this, took out a black chess piece from his waist, and looked at it intently.

When Ning Que knew that this was the last game of Washan's three chess games, the black chess piece that Sang Sang had dropped on the chessboard said, "I have a bad feeling, keep this chess piece as a souvenir." ”

Sang Sang nodded, grasped his fist in his hand, held the black chess piece tightly, and then looked at the chessboard and said, "There is no Buddha's breath on this chessboard, is it ruined?"

Ning Que said: "After all, it is a relic of the Buddha, even if you can't open the world in the chessboard anymore, it's good to keep it and sell it for money, it's not good to just find a place and bury it." ”

As the night deepened, the big dark horse had fallen asleep.

It has rough skin and thick flesh, and it doesn't care about the cold wind howling in the dark night of the wasteland. It also slept in a very different way from that of ordinary horses, not supporting its weight entirely on all four hooves, nor lying on the ground like those tired old horses, but leaning on the carriage with its head tilted and reclining like a drunk. The nostrils were slightly pursed, and I smelled the aroma of rice porridge wafting from the window, and slept very sweetly.

The carriage was filled with the hot mist of rice porridge, and the rune paper in the copper basin was still slowly releasing heat, a little stuffy, Ning Que reached out and pushed the skylight on the roof of the carriage open a gap.

Silver moonlight crept in through the cracks and sprinkled on him and Sangsang's bodies. fell on the surface of all things and became a world of silver that the two of them loved the most.

Sangsang curled up in his arms, his right hand grasping the hem of his shirt. Looking at the night sky in that gap, she found that the starry night of the wasteland was still as bright as before, but she always felt that someone among the stars was watching her. couldn't help but feel a little frightened, and grabbed Ning Que's clothes tighter.

Ning Que didn't know what she was thinking at this time, so he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, and found that her forehead was a little cold, but it was much better than when she was sick.

He looked up at the stars in the night sky, and suddenly his heart moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to point to the starry sky in the gap, moving his fingertips slowly, looking extremely dignified.

Sangsang looked at the traces of his fingertips moving and confirmed that it was not a two-character character. Nervously asked, "New Fu?"

Ning Que said proudly: "Where is the Fu, just wrote a few words, a very sluggish calligraphy, at least can be ranked in the top ten of my works, how much silver can it be worth?"

The carriage was silver. However, those are all vain, and the books written in the air with your fingers, no matter how much you explain the depression of the world, are also vain, and they are worthless if they cannot be preserved.

Sang Sang shook his head with some regret and said, "If you really want to go back to the academy." I don't know how many dangers there are on the road, this word can't be sold for money, it's better to quickly realize a few new talismans. ”

"Although I have entered the realm of knowing fate, but the master and his old man have already gone to the kingdom of God with that ghost master, no one will guide me, at most half a rune master, can write an indefinite talisman, he is already a rune genius, where is it so easy to realize the second new talisman. ”

Ning Que thought about Sang Sang's previous words, remembered an extremely important matter, looked at her and said, "No matter what dangers you encounter along the way, you are not allowed to use magic again, let alone open the big black umbrella. ”

Sangsang understood what he meant and nodded slightly.

If she uses the Xiling Divine Technique, it is very likely that she will fall ill again, or die or attract the eyes of the Hades, and if she opens the big black umbrella, it is very likely to cause some other changes, and it is also possible to attract the eyes of the Hades, or the attention of the two great powers of Buddhism and Taoism, either case is extremely dangerous.

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In the early morning, Sang Sang was still asleep, Ning Que had already woken up, he looked at the sky and the wind direction, and made sure that today was a good day to hurry, so he woke up the big black horse with his fist and told it to hurry on the road.

However, the black carriage did not go far before it ran into the enemy. This is a deep wasteland, an inaccessible place, and it is difficult to meet even a person, let alone an enemy.

The only thing that can explain this situation can probably only be that Haotian has discovered the existence of the daughter of the Hades, the formless but ever-moving Heavenly Dao, and has begun to try to destroy her.

It was a slightly undulating meadow, and the yellow grass on the meadow had long since been blown down by the cold wind, perhaps dead, perhaps waiting to be resurrected next spring.

Dozens of steppe cavalrymen in leather armor stood silently above a meadow, occasionally stretching out their hands to soothe the tired war horses under them, and it seemed that they had also come here after a long journey.

Ning Que glanced at those steppe cavalry, and without observing the details of the armor, he guessed the origin of these people - in the Western Wilderness, only the tribes of the Right Tent Royal Court could have such elite cavalry.

At this time, the black carriage was still about two hundred zhang away from the grassland cavalry of the right tent royal court, and it was still outside the range of the bow and arrow, he could completely let the big black horse give full play to the advantage of speed, and directly rushed over obliquely, I believe that no matter how superb the cavalry is, it is impossible for those cavalry to catch up with him.

It's just that those steppe cavalry are scattered on the meadow, and the charging line is very long, which seems to be sparse and weak, but in fact, it is to prevent the black carriage from escaping, if Ning Que wants to leave without a fight, he needs to make a big bend as much as possible to get around this meadow, but that would be too delayed.

The most critical problem is that Ning Que has been dealing with horse thieves and grassland cavalry in the wasteland for many years, and he is very sure that the cavalry who come to intercept him will definitely come in an endless stream, if he encounters the interceptor and turn away, with the other party's riding skills and hunting methods, it only takes a few repetitions to use a large number of cavalry to trap the black carriage in the depths of the wasteland, which is very dangerous.

So Ning Que didn't dodge, the black carriage still slowly drove towards the meadow, and the speed became faster and faster, the steel wheels crushed the frost-covered grass stalks, splashing countless dirt.

A cavalry leader above the meadow noticed that the black carriage was actually rushing towards him, and instead of showing joy or looking at an idiot, his face became unusually dignified, and then he slowly drew the saber at his waist.

Whether it is the left tent or the right tent or the Golden Horde, the sabers of the steppe cavalry and horse thieves are all curved, and Ning Que was also used to using this kind of scimitar when he was professionally chopping wood in Weicheng a few years ago.

Because this kind of knife is very sharp to cut people's heads.

Dozens of steppe cavalrymen drew their scimitars from their sheaths at the same time, and the sound of slapsticks was endless.

When the black carriage drove at high speed to the bottom of the meadow and should no longer be able to change direction, more than a dozen cavalry silently appeared behind the leader, took their bows and arrows and aimed at the carriage!

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For Ning Que, there was nothing new in the wasteland.

He was even more familiar with the combat routines of the steppe cavalry and horse thieves than the three and fourteenth chapters of the military discipline of the Tang Dynasty, so when he saw those archers who had previously hidden under the meadow and only appeared at this time, he did not have any surprise or shock, but felt a little bored because he was too familiar with it.

The bowstring hummed, the arrows burst through the air, and more than a dozen feathered arrows drew an arc line in the air, throwing them towards the black carriage from the top of the meadow dozens of feet away.

"A dozen boxwood bows are actually playing with projectiles, and although the goal of the carriage is large, it can't be played like this. ”

Ning Que glanced behind him, Sang Sang was still asleep, his two little hands were tightly clutching the corners of the quilt, his eyebrows were furrowed very tightly, and he didn't know what he saw in his dream.

He swept out of the carriage and landed on the back of the big black horse, his legs lightly clamping the horse's belly.

The big black horse hissed happily and rushed forward!

Just a moment ago, the connection between the wheel and the carriage had been untied by Ning Que, and the big black horse rushed forward, suddenly separated from the carriage, and the carriage that lost power continued to drive forward under the action of inertia, but it became slower.

As it slowed down, there was a soft crackling sound in the black compartment, and the sunroof on the roof, the windows on both sides, and the front doors were all locked with the machine springs.

The feathered arrows thrown by the steppe cavalry finally fell, and they roared violently.

Five or six arrows accurately hit the carriage that was slowly stopping, but for a carriage made of pure steel, it was not as good as tickling it to be shot by these seemingly terrifying arrows.

The cluster of arrows hit the carriage, then broke off from it and fell to the ground, looking like a few dry straws trying to pierce the stone, ridiculous and pitiful.

The black carriage was so thick that once it was completely enclosed, it was difficult to hear the sound outside, and the arrows hit the carriage with a faint few soft thuds, like birds pecking.

In the carriage, Sang Sang was still asleep, probably listening to the sound of arrows falling, waved his arms a little unhappily, as if trying to drive the sound away from his ears, and then turned over and continued to sleep.

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(I'm more satisfied with this chapter, and then tomorrow I'll try to write a daytime update during the day, so it's convenient for everyone to see, and I'll adjust the biological clock again, and if I continue like this, my body will really be unbearable.) (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )