Mo Shanshan was satisfied. She is satisfied that Qianning does not know herself, so the ear police will be much less noisy and can cause a lot of trouble. She was not satisfied that Ning Que did not know herself, so some of her original ideas had to be overturned.

Because her mood was a little conflicted, she didn't know what to say, so she had to learn from her master's usual appearance, gently patted the other party's shoulder, and turned away.

Ning Que looked at her back, thinking that this girl from Ink Pond Garden was really proud and indifferent to the extreme.

The lynx girl noticed his face and was worried that he would misunderstand his senior sister and be unhappy, but she wanted to explain it to her senior sister but it was a little inconvenient, so she had no choice but to snort angrily and leave.

"I don't doubt the identity of Senior Brother Zhong's academy students, the other party is Chang'an Academy, it should be no problem to be convenient with others and himself, but Senior Brother Zhong is a Tang man after all, he wants to enter the wasteland in countless ways, he can go with the aid of the Yan army, he can go with the envoys of the Tang court, but he wants to hide his identity and follow us into the wasteland......"

Beside the fire at night, Xi Zhihua looked at Moshan Mountain beside him, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "No matter how he explained to the mountain lord before, how many shadows of the Tang Dynasty court and academy are behind this matter, but it is definitely not a trivial matter when I think about it, the big river country is weak, and I am afraid that it will not be easy to get out of this kind of big event." ”

The lynx girl shook her head and said, "What is this? It is definitely beneficial to follow the academy into the wasteland, even if it will cause us trouble, but we are equivalent to the same talisman." ”

Ji Zhihua smiled helplessly, rubbed the girl's head, and thought to herself that although the two countries had been friends for generations, if it was really as she imagined, it was a dispute between the Tang Kingdom and the temple, and the talisman was afraid that it would become a life talisman.

Mo Shanshan, who had been listening quietly, spoke at this time: "Let him follow my carriage." ”

Hearing this, the lynx girl clapped her hands lightly, laughed, looked at Chu Zhihua and comforted: "There is a senior sister staring, so what is the point? Even if Senior Brother Zhong is a master on the second floor of the academy, he won't mess around, right?"

Mo Shanshan said softly: "He is not a student on the second floor...... It's a shame to say. ”

The lynx girl was surprised and asked, "Senior sister, how did you know?"

Mo Shanshan's eyes looked at the flames dancing on the fire, and as if he was looking farther away, he said, "If he is a student on the second floor of the academy, how can he not have heard my name?"

The captain had questioned how Ning Que, as a student on the second floor, could not know the secret of the Seven Heavenly Books, and now Mo Shanshan had also expelled him from the second floor of the academy because of his loneliness, if Ning Que knew this, he would be depressed again in the back of the academy, but he only knew about cultivation but forgot to ask these things.

On the second day, Ning Que rode a big black horse to the shore of the blue lake, and the big black horse with his heavy bags resting on both sides of the horse's back kept swinging his head and spitting hot air, looking extremely dissatisfied, but it didn't seem to be able to show any signs of inadequacy.

Changed into an ordinary Mochi Yuan disciple's uniform and put on a hat to cover most of his face, Ning Que was not very satisfied, so he took out the mask sewn by Sang Sang himself from his bag and put it on carefully.

Mo Shanshan walked out from behind the yellow cloth, today she did not wear the plain white clothes, nor did she have the wide blue tie around her waist, like other girls in the Great River Country, she wore a plain wide skirt, and a hat with a veil was worn on the top of her head, hiding all her beautiful eyebrows and eyes behind the veil, and she couldn't see it really.

Both of them are eager to change their faces and make themselves the least noticeable, but they have both seen each other's true faces, so they suddenly find that the other party is the same as their own thoughts, and they can't help but feel a little weird.

The two looked at each other, did not speak, and passed by.

At that moment, Ning Que noticed that the girl's gaze hidden behind the veil did not completely fall on him, and his brows couldn't help frowning, thinking that he still wanted to express his disdain for himself through the veil?

He cut in his heart, thinking to himself about pretending to be lonely and pretending to be indifferent, even Prince Longqing is not my opponent, you are a good young girl, don't want to hit yourself with this kind of gaze.

After completing the formation of the Mochi Yuan disciples, they marched to the east, came to the side of the coalition camp, and received the grain and grass from the Central Plains to aid the Left Tent Royal Court from the logistics office. Those people in the Central Plains Alliance and the Moon Wheel Country knew very well that real difficulties and dangers would appear after entering the wasteland, so they did not encounter any twists and turns, any difficulties.

Two hundred Yan Qi, more than 100 drivers, and more than a dozen disciples of the Mochi Yuan of the Great River Country, just like this, simply left the Biansai and walked into the cold and vast wasteland accompanied by the winter wind and the false morning sun.

Yan Cai, who was escorting the grain team, walked silently, the faces of the people driving the grain cart were full of uneasiness or numbness, the disciples of Mochi Yuan galloped around and guarded, in addition to the grain cart, there were also two carriages belonging to Mochi Yuan, Mo Shanshan was on one of the cars, and Ning Que rode a big black horse to follow this car closely.

After walking more than ten miles, the military camp behind him had long disappeared, he took off the hat on his head, looked at the snow mass accumulated among the withered yellow grass, listened to the roaring eagle from nowhere, and gave birth to a joyful luster in his eyes exposed outside the mask, such a familiar scenery has not been seen for a long time, and even the slight pain caused by the cold air entering the lung lobes made him feel like home.

After a few days of lackluster action, the team that slowly marched on the wasteland was able to drag out a large piece of dry dust, which was quite imposing, and did not encounter a horse thief or a strange thing.

Since the temple handed over such a difficult task to Mochi Yuan, it was already embarrassed, so it was in place on the bright side, and the supreme command of this grain delivery team was also handed over to Mochi Yuan, and the two hundred Yan Qi and the grain cart had to obey the orders of these girls.

When Ning Que Tijiang came to the carriage and said a few words to Mo Shanshan through the window, the original Yan army guide was officially laid off, and the route of the team, the choice of camp, and the time arrangement were all decided by him.

Under his command, the team walked strictly around the hills around the waist, and although it was not possible to find water every day, at least it was possible to ensure an adequate supply of firewood. The team started camp very early every day, and just after noon, Ning Que asked to find a camp and began to prepare for rest.

The leader of the Yan Cavalry once raised objections, thinking that the distance traveled every day was too short, and at the current speed, when the grain team reached the royal court, he was afraid that it would be too late to let those tribal herdsmen starve to death, and if it affected the major matters of the negotiation between the temple and the royal court, it would be the real troublesome problem.

The girls of the Great River Country didn't pay any attention to the leader's objections, in their opinion, since the Mountain Lord's Decision Room had put the academy master in charge, then those who listened to this senior brother were that how could they talk so much, as long as they could go into the original peacefully and happily retreat, they didn't bother to care if the temple would be angry.

Although the wasteland has entered winter, it is not yet in the cold...... Although the withered grass and barnyard branches and snow on the road look boring, it is still a fresh journey for these girls from the south.

Although Ning Que has never been to this wasteland in the east of Minshan, such a scenery and such a journey are really not new, pointing the way, setting up camps, exploring the wind direction, and looking at animal dung, all of which have been done countless times.

Most of the time, he walked slowly and freely on a big black horse. The hairpin of the big black horse is specially made, and it is free to walk and gnaw on the grass with its head down. He is also specially crafted from body to soul, and in this silent and boring walk, he calmly feels the cold heaven and earth, looking for the spiritual light to break through the realm.

Occasionally, he would take the lynx girl to shoot a few yellow sheep to improve everyone's lives.

What a winter wasteland landscape

What a wilderness sightseeing tour.

Before and after Ning Que disguised himself as a disciple of Mochi Yuan and entered the wasteland, there were many strong people from the Central Plains who entered this territory that seemed a little mysterious and strange to them, including the masters of the Tang Dynasty Border Army, the monks of the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, the Li'er of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, and the executioners of the Temple Ruling Division who were known for their cold-blooded strictness.

Prince Longqing is naturally the best of these strong men, I don't know at this moment, he is still one step away from knowing his fate, where he is standing in the wasteland, looking at the scenery, and thinking about what he thinks.

But not many people knew that the real ruler of the Divine Temple's Ruling Division, the strongest man who had suppressed the Longqing Prince, had already received the order of the Ruling Priest a few months earlier, and entered the wasteland alone.

As recognized as the most diligent and diligent cultivator among the three idiots in the world, Ye Hongyu, a Dao idiot with the most powerful combat effectiveness, was standing at the top of a meadow somewhere outside the white cloth of the Left Tent Royal Court at this time, looking at the night sky further north with an expressionless face, I don't know what she was thinking at this time, but I definitely didn't bother to think about the whereabouts of Prince Longqing and those subordinates.

Let's rewind the clock and go back to the scene when she just left Xiling Taoshan.

The red dress floated out of the magnificent Dao Hall like a gorgeous fire cloud.

The Grand Priest of the Ruling sat indifferently on the divine seat carved from the entire South China Sea ink jade, slowly moved his gaze back from the bead curtain, closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How is the Great Priest of Light now?"

The priest who was standing respectfully at the bottom of the divine throne heard the Great Priest of Light Wuyu, his body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and replied: "His old man is the same as in the past, chanting the doctrinal scriptures every day, and he looks ...... Nothing out of the ordinary. ”

Xiling Peach Mountain is also known as the Sacred Mountain, the side of the mountain facing the sunshine to the south, ten thousand pink peaches are in full bloom, and the Taoist hall that is hidden between the layers of flowers and trees and cliffs is higher and higher, it looks extremely magnificent and solemn.

On the other side of the mountain is a steep cliff wall, and the smooth boulders seem to have been split by the gods, and there are hardly any cracks and soil, not to mention peach blossoms, not even a single weed can survive on it.

The most stubborn weeds can't stand on the rock wall, but people can.

Countless years ago, the most devout believers of Haotian Daomen, inspired by vain worship, used the most primitive tools and the most primitive methods to dig dozens of steep stone paths through the rock wall with their own hands. In the process of building these stone paths, I don't know how many people fell off the cliff and the bones were hard to find, but in the end, the believers still did what they wanted to do, which is probably the real reason why human beings are higher than all things in the world.

The middle-aged priest walked slowly on the steep stone path, as if the huge rock wall like the heavenly dome was toppling, right next to his shoulder, as if giving people a huge pressure, even if he could still straighten his waist a little before the judgment of the great priest's throne, he completely bent down on the stone path, almost like an ant.

After walking along the steep stone path along the huge Cosmos for a long time, the middle-aged priest finally walked to the depths below the rock wall behind Peach Mountain, which was surrounded by clouds and mist that did not disperse all day long, and it was difficult to see the five fingers when he stretched out his hand, and he could only feel the humidity around him and the sound of water sounding out of nowhere.

There was a door in the depths of the fog, and the middle-aged priest stood in front of the door and was silent for a moment, then pushed the door in.

Behind the door was an eerie world, the faint smell of blood echoing through the dry passages, and the dim bean lights shining on the iron walls, adding a strange and heavy meaning to the intricate and ornate rune lines on the walls.

This is the Hidden Pavilion, a place that thousands of Haotian believers in the world have never heard of, and it is responsible for imprisoning the remnants of the Demon Sect and the sinners who have been judged as heretics by the Xiling Temple, and only those sinners who are so guilty that they can't even burn their filth at the stake are eligible to be locked up here.

Haotian Dao Gate in Taoshan Temple, I don't know how many years have passed, in a long time, but all the sinners who are imprisoned in the Hidden Pavilion, no one has ever been able to escape, because there is a terrifying person who can escape from the Hidden Pavilion, and he will not be captured by the temple if he can't escape, and he can never escape, he can only spend this long life in the isolation of the dark and Haotian, painfully and helplessly.

The middle-aged priest walked silently with his head bowed in the dim passage, he walked for a long, long time, and the passage seemed to have no end, until the passage seemed to run through the entire sacred mountain, and a wooden fence appeared.

This wooden fence looks ordinary, not precious wood, and there are no runes written by rune masters on it, and the wooden strips are very wide, wide enough that a person can walk out casually.

Yet it was such a wooden fence that imprisoned someone for fourteen years.

The middle-aged priest lifted his robe, knelt in front of the wooden fence, kowtowed three times to the old man with withered hair and shawl behind the fence, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I've seen the great priest." ”

The old man behind the bar was reading a volume of Haotian classics in his hand, and turned around after listening to the voice.

The old man's cheeks were extremely thin, his expression was calm and peaceful, and his sunken eye sockets were filled with the glow of holiness. That light is so peaceful and pure, without a trace of impurities and dirt, as if it can see through the world, can see everything in the world and the darkness between everyone's appearance and heart, incomparably bright.