Thick clouds cover the sky, a gloomy, the blue waist sea under the cliff in the distance, quiet and beautiful, no one disturbs, the stream between the cliffs is running recklessly, making a roaring sound, it looks extremely cheerful.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Que woke up, his extremely pale cheeks due to blood loss showed a sad feeling, it took a while to really wake up, remembering what had happened before, holding the injured Yan's chest with one hand, trying to stand up, but finding it very difficult.

Such a simple action took him a long time and brought him countless pains. His hospital uniform was already tattered, and the blood on his body had been condensed by the cold air, like a terrible ghost who had just escaped from hell.

After the battle, the big black horse ran out of the mountain forest, and kept by his side, and at this time, seeing his weak appearance, quickly paced to his side, and supported him with his warm and solid body.

Ning Que gently stroked its neck with his left hand, squeezed out a smile to express his gratitude, and then looked around, only to see that the river beach and the river were full of corpses, but the blood in the water had been diluted, and it was difficult to see.

The hundreds of cultivators who were as terrifying as hungry wolves all died, many died under his iron bow, and many died in the hands of Long Qing, and the faces of the dead all had a very strange death gray, which looked particularly withered, which should be the result of being absorbed by Long Qing.

Ning Que noticed that there were dozens of dead flying birds next to the corpses of several priests, and there were still a few traces of flesh and blood left in the beaks of those flying birds, it seemed that the bodies of these people had been planted with some kind of poison.

Long Qing's corpse was at his feet, still staring, looking at the gray sky, still refusing to look away. He didn't have the habit of collecting the corpse of the enemy, but he wanted to find something on him, squatted down and began to search carefully, and found nothing in the tattered black robe, but unexpectedly found that in Longqing's wound, a few golden reflections could be faintly seen, and he frowned slightly, not understanding what it was.

He picked up the iron arrow that fell on the ground, stabbed it into Longqing's corpse with an arrow cluster, and picked out those golden things, only to find that it was an extremely thin gold thread, and there was more than one, it was everywhere.

Ning Que only knew that there was a madman in the cultivation world who had done a similar act of self-harm—Ye Hongyu had planted a lot of gold threads in his body in order to deal with his gluttony**—but he didn't expect Long Qing to do the same.

The poison implanted in the body of those cultivators, the golden thread implanted in Long Qing's body, is naturally aimed at his bureau, the previous feast, Long Qing used his gray eyes to absorb the mental power of his subordinates, if Ning Que used gluttony to deal with it, it would fall into his game, and the subsequent victory or defeat was life and death, that is something that no one can say.

Ning Que looked at Long Qing's eyes, which were more luster than before his death, and was silent - there were many important key points in today's battle, and he still refused to use gluttony, which was completely unexpected by the other party.

He had talked to his master about this a long time ago, and the two masters and apprentices were as different in food as they were, but they had never agreed on this aspect: human flesh was really not delicious.

This kind of discussion can be held because both master and apprentice have done such crazy things.

Of course, if it really comes to the moment of life and death, such as the moment when he fled in the hundred miles of red land with Sangsang on his back many years ago, or if he still eats everything, what is gluttony?

The reason why he was useless today was because he always thought that Longqing would have other means, the strongest means - that was also the purpose of his search for Longqing's body, but he didn't find it.

The sand scroll of the book of heaven has always been by Longqing's side. In the capital of the Song Kingdom, he used this book of heaven to break the rivers and mountains of the fourth senior brother, and there are still remnants of that book of heaven, but where is it now?

The academy now attaches great importance to the seven volumes of heavenly books, to be precise, the six volumes of heavenly books in the hands of the Daomen, Yu Curtain and Jun Mo are watching the butcher in the small town in front of Taoshan, and they are also looking at whether the scroll of the heavenly book is still in the hands of the middle-aged Taoist, and the same is true for Ning Que, and now it has been confirmed that the heavenly book is not by the side of the original master, so it must be in the hands of the Guan Lord, what does the Guan Lord want to do with these heavenly books?

Ning Que stood in place and thought about it, and when his spirit recovered, he patted the neck of the big black horse. The big black horse knew that he was about to leave, and did not wait for him to turn over and get on his horse, but bent his front hooves slightly, arched to the side, and arched him to the saddle, and then kicked and tread away on the soft riverbank.

He hugged the neck of the big black horse, noticed that its front hooves were stained with blood, thought that Longqing's mount was missing, and probably understood something, and then he was attracted by the clouds that had reappeared between the cliffs.

The big black horse galloped down the cliff, continued northward along the blue waist sea, and stopped at the steaming hot spring for the night.

He leaned against the poolside, looked at the hot mist floating on the pool, and did not think about the stories of many years ago, but felt that the fog was very similar to the clouds and mist in the cliff, there was no difference.

The battle was bloody and tragic, and there were gains, such as he understood a sentence.

At the end of the mountains and rivers, there are white clouds.

There is no need to think about whether there is a road in the depths of the clouds, whether there are willows and flowers, and there is no need to think about it, and there is no need to look for villages and hunting villages - the moment he swung his iron bow, he thought so and did so.

It's not only more evil that can defeat evil, it's not only more violent that can defeat violence, it's not only gluttonous ** that can defeat gray eyes, do whatever you want, or you can see freedom.

This may be the real academy's disobedience, that is, the master asked him to see the true meaning of the four characters of gentleman and unweapon on the stone behind the chaimen, which is also a kind of teaching, Ning Que understood.

He knows very well how important this is.

If, one day in the future, he really wants to write that big word, he must understand this truth

This battle also gave him some kind of psychological hint, because it was too painful, too bitter and too miserable, so he always felt that this should be the last pass before running thousands of miles to see Tianyan.

He took out the stone statue, looked at Sangsang who was lying quietly on his side in the fog, and said silently, You have to wait for me to come.

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Leaving the blue waist sea, Ning Que rode the big black horse and continued to travel north, the eastern barren grassland was full of charred tents and the corpses of war horses, the desolate man defeated the last cavalry of the Left Tent Royal Court, no one would come to disturb him, the strange thing was that he did not go to those desolate people to seek supplies or clues, he was extra careful.

All the way to the north, to the canyon guarded by Helan Town, he let the big black horse stop, saw that the four fields were silent, put his finger into his lips, and blew a very clear whistle.

The whistle reached far away into the mountains.

Some birds startled, some beasts roared, and then the sound of hurried hooves went off into the distance.

Ning Que waited in place for three days.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the morning sun was rising, and a wild horse with a very divine horse galloped towards the morning light, its long sideburns dancing wildly in the wind, and its toned body was wet with sweat, which was particularly beautiful.

"That's a lot more handsome than you. ”

Ning Que looked at the wild horse and said to the big black horse. To his surprise, the big dark horse just snorted, but did not make more drastic moves to object, such as being coquettish and selling cuteness.

The wild horse galloped to a stop in front of Ning Que and lowered his head to deliver a message.

Ning Que knew that this horse was one of the eight horses before the black donkey broke down, stretched out his hand and patted it to express his gratitude, and then began to check the news that the rattling had ordered countless creatures in the grassland to inquire about.

The big black horse leaned in front of the wild horse with a shy face, and tried to make affection by crossing his neck, but the wild horse held his head high to show his pride and disdain, but he did not leave.

Ning Que found out that this wild horse with an abnormal steed was a female horse.

Quack didn't know how to make a human understand its consciousness, and let that human write a letter, the words on the letter were very simple, and the meaning was very clear.

"In the cold north, the most cunning snow fox and the most vigilant snow are dying, and no wild horse or snow wolf has seen the beast that is good at hunting, but there must be such a beast. ”

Ning Que finished reading the letter and looked to the north.

In the same way that the stone statue foreshadows, it is the north.

The Master once said that all the north of all places is in one place.

- No one found her, but they found the traces of a beast, or a green dog, or a green lion.

Ning Que's expression remained unchanged, but the hand holding the letter became a little stiff.

He turned on his horse, lightly clamped his horse's belly, and headed north.

The wild horse of the divine steed was quietly sent off at the mouth of the gorge.

The big black horse lowered his head and looked a little unpleasant.

Ning Que said: "I know you want to find a companion, but I have to find my companion first." ”

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All the way north, the wind and snow gradually swooped.

Ning Que was calm, cautious and silent, not to meet the desolate people, and even careful not to leave any traces on the snow, because he didn't want anyone to discover her whereabouts and thus discover her.

He walked in the mountains abandoned by Haotian.

He was the one who was abandoned by Haotian.

In other words, he abandoned Haotian in the world.

Now he's going to get her back.

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Atami arrived, and there was no heat, only thick snow and a biting chill.

Ning Que led the big black horse and walked in the abandoned wooden house of the deserted people, thinking back to the situation when the teacher brought him and her here, thinking about the wedding that was only witnessed by the master of heaven and earth, and his heart was slightly warm.

The stone statue in his arms was also warm, and he was told that he had come to the right place, and that she should be here.

But where exactly is she?

He walked to the window of a wooden house and looked at the dark sea of snow and the unimaginably high mountain.

There was an oil lamp in the window, and Sang Sang watched him quietly, his face like a silver moon illuminated by the dim light.

She could see him.

He couldn't see her.

They were originally people of two worlds.

Ning Que stood by the window for a long time, until his eyebrows were dyed white by the snow, and then he left.

As he reached the edge of the snowy forest, he suddenly stopped.

He looked somewhere under the tree, and the hand holding the reins trembled.

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