In the depths of the Far West Wasteland, a dusty scholar appeared at the edge of the sinkhole, he looked at the yellow temple between the giant peaks in the center of the sinkhole, and said, "Where is my little junior brother?"

Scholars are naturally the elder brothers of the academy. After the news that the black carriage had appeared in the Hanging Temple reached Chang'an City, he once again embarked on a journey to find Ning Que, even though his face was already haggard, and his realm was gradually becoming unstable.

His voice was soft, and in the snow-soaked wasteland, it could be heard at most a few feet before disappearing, but in the yellow temple between the distant peaks, someone could hear it clearly.

A quiet and majestic voice slowly sounded in the air in front of the senior brother, like a letter that had been opened and unsealed and calmly revealed to those who wanted to see it.

This is the voice of the first sermon of the Hanging Temple.

"Where the daughter of the Hades is, Ning Que will naturally be there. ”

The senior brother looked at the temple in the snow and mist, and was silent for a long time, knowing the meaning of the words of the first seat of the scriptures, he didn't know how to answer, so there was only silence.

The voice of the first sermon sounded in front of him again, like a sobering bell.

"The human world is a human world, there are many sufferings, but there are also many joys, and everyone in the middle of it has the responsibility and obligation to maintain the existence of this world, which is why the daughter of Hades cannot survive. ”

"Killing the daughter of the Hades King is not a matter of Buddhism and Taoism, it is the will of the entire human world, since Ning Que wants to live and die with her, if the academy wants to protect Ning Que, it is against the will of the entire human world. ”

"The academy was the foundation of the Tang Kingdom, but now even many people in the Tang Kingdom have begun to oppose the position of the Academy. How do you overcome the whole world? Master, can't you even figure this out?"

The senior brother covered his mouth and coughed twice in pain, his face a little pale.

More than ten days ago, the Xiling Temple officially announced the true identity of the daughter of the Hades in the world, which directly led the Tang Dynasty and the opposition to fall into the most fierce dispute in hundreds of years, the reason was the relationship between Ning Que and the daughter of the Hades, and the academy has not clearly stated its attitude, almost all officials and people. All questioned the academy.

The voice of the first seat of the Hanging Temple's sermon rose with the wind and snow on the edge of the sinkhole, full of pity and affirmation: "Even if you know where Ning Que is, you found the black carriage. What can you do? Can you kill all the people in the world and bring that black carriage back to the Academy? You can't take them away, and you can't stop the people. In the face of the ubiquitous gaze of the human world and the invisible fear and hatred that is as dense as snow, even if you are the fastest person in the world, even if the master himself takes action, it is meaningless. ”

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The ascetics who tore off the fragments of the black umbrella and buried the Buddha's chessboard and sprinkled the wasteland in the Hanging Temple could no longer determine the traces of the black carriage as easily as they did a few days ago, and the cavalry of the Right Tent Court lost the Buddha's light to guide the way, and it was difficult to organize an effective interception line.

In the days that followed, the escape of the black carriage went very smoothly. Even the calm and cheerful ones don't feel like they're on the run, but more like they're on a long journey across the wasteland.

For ordinary people, the wasteland in autumn and winter is cold and desolate, Yan zhòng lacks prey, and it is easy to get lost if you leave the large team and act alone. Or they are desperate because they run out of provisions.

But for Ning Que and Sang Sang, this is the environment they are most familiar with and love, just like when they were in Minshan, they would rather deal with ferocious beasts and cruel nature, than say a word to those seemingly rough but cunning hunters in the hunting village.

From time to time, boxwood hardwood bows hum and vibrate, and feathered arrows pierce through wind, snow, or cold winds. Shoot your prey accurately, whether it's a beautiful pot of broth or a tantalizing roast on a fire.

Whether it's a snow hare, which is hard to find even the best hunters, or a strong snow cow that even a small grassland tribe can't hunt, it's all food that Ning Que can easily obtain.

Walking on the wasteland, Ning Que and Sang Sang are like fish swimming in the stream, hunting and stealing, picking snow and boiling water, all of them are so familiar, as if they are living a life a long time ago.

A neighing of a horse that tried to suppress but could not suppress its joy pierced through the wind and snow.

The horse's hooves stepped on the snow and returned silently, Ning Que jumped off the horse's back, carrying a snow wolf that had been skinned in his hand, and the big black horse arched the white cloth cover, and his eyes were full of covetousness.

After a short time, a pot of snow wolf broth was cooked, and the fragrance was tightly sealed in the carriage, and outside the carriage, the big black horse was chewing the pieces of meat non-stop, shaking his head and shaking his head, very happy.

Ning Que filled a bowl of soup, put a few pieces of wolf meat into the soup, and handed it to Sang Sang

Sang Sang took a sip of soup, ate a piece of wolf meat, and said, "I have said before that wolf meat is too thick and not delicious. ”

Ning Que said: "I turned around, but I didn't see anything else." ”

Sang Sang said: "If you let Tangtang's little wolf know that you eat wolf meat, you must not hate you to death?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "Da Hei is not afraid of little wolves, what do I care about? Besides, although they are all snow wolves, they are not relatives, Tangtang's little snow wolf is a giant wolf in the snow field, and we eat are two different things." ”

Half of the wolf broth was eaten, Ning Que put the rest outside the car and froze it, then returned to the carriage, ready to rest for a while, looked at Sang Sang was looking at the black chess piece in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Sang Sang raised his head, looked at him and said, "I was thinking about those words that were said to you in the Washan Zen Temple. ”

Ning Que's expression was slightly different, and he said, "Those last words?"

Sangsang snorted.

Ning Que said: "What do you want to do with those messy things? Now that I have figured it out, the cold aura in your body is not a disease, it is just a mark left by the Hades King, and naturally you will not die." ”

Sang Sang looked down at the black chess piece in his palm and said, "If the cold breath is the mark left by the Hades King in my body, then does the onset of illness mean that the daughter of the Hades King has awakened?"

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Maybe that's what it looks like." ”

Sang Sang put away his fingers, held the black chess pieces tightly in his palm, and said after a long silence: "What should I do if my illness strikes again." Am I going to die?"

Ning Que took her into his arms, patted her on the back gently, and said, "You are the daughter of the Hades King, how can you die." ”

Sang Sang leaned against his chest, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "But I'm worried...... The moment Hades' daughter woke up, I was gone, and Sangsang was gone. ”

Ning Que understood her words. He hugged her tighter and said, "I don't know, but I think there must be some other way to cure you." ”

Sangsang raised his face. Looking at him, he asked, "Do you really trust the academy so much?"

From the moment he killed someone in the firewood room of the General Doctor's Mansion, for more than ten years, except for Sangsang. Ning Que has never completely trusted anyone, including the people in Weicheng, he seems to be casual but actually suspicious, gentle on the surface but extremely indifferent, Sang Sang knows very well what kind of person he is, so he can't understand that until now, his trust in the academy has not wavered.

"I said that if this is the last trust, of course it will be left to the teacher. Intellectually speaking, we shouldn't trust anyone, including teachers, but studying and living in the academy over the years has made me discover. Being too sane is tiring, hard, and boring. ”

Ning Que looked at the wind and snow outside the window and said, "Especially now, the whole world has abandoned us, if even the teacher and senior brother no longer trust us." Then we will be more lonely. ”

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The wind and snow in the wasteland in late autumn gradually stopped, and more and more herdsmen could be seen on the road, and even a caravan was seen, the more they went to the southeast edge of the wasteland, the more people became more and more populated, and everyone in the wasteland was a pair of eyes of the Hanging Temple, and it became more and more difficult for Ning Que to hide his whereabouts.

During the day, you can often see the wolf smoke warning, at night, you can occasionally see the fireworks to transmit, the nearest distance from the Western Wilderness to the Tang Dynasty is the territory of the Golden Horde in the northeast, and then turn south to enter, but the ascetic monks of the Hanging Temple and the cavalry of the Right Tent Royal Court have been densely covered in the wasteland in the northeast.

Ning Que even believed that there was an army of the Moon Wheel Kingdom waiting for him in the distance, and the northeast route was too dangerous, he knew better than anyone the strength of the cavalry of the Golden Horde, and the most troublesome thing was that between the Golden Horde Court and the Western Wilderness, there was an unfrozen swamp that stretched for thousands of miles, and it was very risky to force it through.

These were not difficult tests for Ning Que, because according to the speculation of the Senior Brother Boundless Realm, he had already changed his escape plan and traveled to the northeast in the last few days, just to confuse the enemy.

He didn't know that Senior Brother didn't hesitate to go to the Hanging Temple in order to find him, he and Sangsang were not alone, but he knew that if he wanted to get out of the current predicament, the best way was for Senior Brother to find him.

He didn't have any knowledge of the legendary Boundless Realm, and he just let his mind guess, and he couldn't guess how such a means similar to a god-man to fight against the wind could be achieved, but since he insisted on trusting the academy and his senior brother, he could speculate on the basis of trust, and then draw conclusions.

The people in Chang'an City must have known that he and Sang Sang were in the extreme western wasteland, and the senior brother did not appear, so it should be that he could not confirm the specific location of him and Sang Sang, which also shows that the Distanceless Realm is not a pure free travel, it requires a relatively accurate map in the consciousness, and it also needs to have a fixed point.

So his goal is the capital of the Moon Wheel Country.

One day, the sky was clear. What Ning Que feared the most finally happened.

Sangsang's little face became a little pale, and she began to cough, without phlegm or blood, and what she coughed out was cold, like ice cubes that were melting outside the carriage, and her body was slightly cold.

Out of nowhere, a dark cloud floated in the sky above the black carriage.

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(I'm sorry, it's a chapter today, there are no other problems, it's just that I re-examined the detailed outline, and found a lot of problems, and I feel that the original plot content is not right, too dense, so I plan to carefully revise it at night, and cut some branches and leaves of the plot, all of which are cut off drastically, but they are all reluctant meat, and the cutting process must be very painful, and I don't have the heart to do anything else, and I will finish revising and cutting this detailed outline, and then it's good, and tomorrow Saturday, but there will be updates, more than three chapters, and this week's rest day is placed on Sunday, because someone has a birthday that day, well, for us Yichang people, this is the most important birthday in our lives.) and have a great weekend to everyone. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )