Moshan Mountain has been looking at the lake.

She was the best rune master in the younger generation, and before Ning Que appeared, she was already the descendant of the rune master.

As Master Yan Se said, the formation is the great talisman, and the best talisman is undoubtedly the best array master, and when she looks at the lake, she wants to see through the magical formation of Daming Lake.

She stood by the lake and watched carefully all night, and finally guessed the origin of this verdant valley.

There is a large array in the depths of the clear lake, the specific effect is unknown, but it is enough to obscure the perception of vision and even telekinesis, and there should be a more powerful formation above this valley, which is enough to obscure the influence of nature.

According to her analysis, this year's world is extremely cold, the cold wave between heaven and earth is surging from the north, and the outer array shrouded in the valley is broken from time to time

It's just that the valley array has been broken, the greenery has been reborn, and the cold air in the natural world has also poured in, and the spring in the valley has not yet been in full bloom, so it has to be reduced because of these colds, and the thin ice on the lake is harvested from this.

Mo Shanshan sat quietly on the lake phthalin, and the hands that fell on his knees kept flicking slowly and silently to make calculations, calculating, and always didn't understand under what circumstances this big array in the depths of the lake would be excited.

"Do you have to wait until the lake is completely frozen, or bow a certain pivot to make the lake empty, so that the array pivot will fail, and the Demon Sect Mountain Gate will be reopened?"

She frowned slightly, looking at the calm lake reflecting the brilliance of the night star, she was a little unsure, the deeper she studied this formation, the more she could feel the wisdom and powerful power contained in this anti-heaven formation, and she couldn't help but feel a very strong sense of awe for the Demon Sect and the predecessors who laid down this big array.

The morning light gradually came, Mo Shanshan slowly opened his eyes Yesterday, he woke up from the empty state of mind, turned his head to look at the side, and saw that Ning Que was still sitting on the stones by the lake fishing, funny His eyes were closed, obviously followed, and his head gently moved up and down with the lake waves, as if he was fishing with his head:

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Ning Que woke up. He rubbed his eyes, rubbed his stomach again, looked at the girl who was looking at him intently, and asked, "Hungry?"

Mo Shanshan gently gathered his head, looked at the reflection in the lake in front of him, and said softly: "I'll do it right away." ”

The reflection of the two people in the lake is very clear, and it seems to be closer.

Ning Que asked, "The dried meat is really a little tired of eating, can you improve the food?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the willow branch in his hand and asked curiously, "Have you caught any fish?"

Ning Que replied with a smile: "The hooks were bitten away by that guy, where can I catch them." ”

Mo Shanshan stood up, the cotton skirt vibrated slightly in the morning breeze, his right hand slowly poked out from his sleeve, and with a slight fluctuation of the rune, there was suddenly an extra ice cube in the lake, and there was an extremely fat scaleless fish in the almost transparent ice cube, which looked as beautiful as ice-colored amber, gently rippling with the water waves.

Ning Que looked at this scene and said with sincere emotion: "The magic of the use of Fu Dao, junior sister, you should be considered to have entered the transformation realm, and I don't know when I will be able to reach this level." ”

"Once you break through the realm of mysteries, you will know that there is no mystery in this method. ”

Mo Shanshan said calmly, but he was thinking about something else in his heart. The girl talisman who regarded the Talisman Dao as extremely sacred, thought to herself, if it weren't for the fact that you wanted to eat something new, if it weren't for the warm talismans that were attached to you, if it weren't for the fact that you were now at a critical moment of breaking through the realm, how could I do such a thing?

Ning Que scooped up the beautiful amber ice cube from the lake, looked at the jade-like ice cube in the morning light and the fat fish in it that obviously had the breath of life, and suddenly remembered the picture when Chen Pipi showed Zi Si the realm of knowing fate on the side of the wetland of the academy, and the state of those fish in the lake at that time was even more magical:

"I'm going to pick some wild vegetables and drink fish soup in a lazy pot. He said happily:

Mo Shanshan shook his head, saying that he did it himself, thinking that it was just to make you break through the realm, I even did things such as using Fu Bingyu, would I still care about helping you make a pot of fish soup?

Ning Que turned his head to look at the girl's busy back, watching her hurriedly pick up firewood for life, and couldn't help but scratch his head, where did he think in his life that one day a bookworm would serve him, but in recent years, he has become a habit of being served by Sangsang, and he doesn't feel that this matter is unacceptable.

It didn't take long for the fish soup to cook, Ning Que inserted the willow branch fishing rod into the cracks in the rocks by the lake, took out the salt stone from the luggage, swung it in the pot, and drank a bowl of milky fish soup......

His luggage was as heavy as a hill, but it was actually a mountain with everything in it.

Mo Shanshan raised his arm, wiped the wood ash from his beautiful little round face with his sleeve, looked at him with bright eyes, full of expectation and nervousness, and asked, "How is it?"

After such a long time in the ice and snow, it is of course an excellent enjoyment to be able to drink a bowl of warm fish soup, Ning Que praised a few words with a smile, and then said: "It's a pity that I didn't bring any seasoning, otherwise it would definitely be better." ”

It's a very casual sentence, mainly a compliment, but this is the first time in her life that a bookworm girl cooks food independently, and there are vaguely other meanings...... So I wasn't very happy when I heard this.

She lowered her head and held a bowl of fish soup, gently blowing the foam and heat on it, her long eyelashes blinking slightly, and after a moment she asked softly, "Worse than what you usually eat?"

"In the wilderness, where is there a condition to make good food. ”

Ning Que drank the soup in the bowl, began to eat the fish, and said vaguely: "My family has never made any good ingredients in their lives, and it always tastes like that, and I have long been tired of it." ”

Mo Shanshan keenly noticed that he was talking about my family's and not my family's little maid, so she became more and more silent, and after a while, she raised her head strongly, looked at him and said seriously: "I will do as much as possible." ”

After drinking the fish soup and eating the dry food, Ning Que continued to go to the stone by the lake to sit and fish, the willow branch in his hand had already been blistered white by the lake, and the branch had no hook or warp, except for some naughty small fish that occasionally touched it, there were no other fish showing the slightest interest in it.

Mo Shanshan spread out the scroll, sat next to him not far and began to write, the light emitted by the winter sun on the sky dome was reflected in the verdant valley by the snow peaks around Daming Lake, the light was warm and beautiful:

When Ning Que is bored fishing, he occasionally leaves the big stone in the lake, comes to the girl and watches her write, and after commenting on a few words, he writes a few words by himself, and appreciates each other.

They are all people in the calligraphy, the most tolerant of loneliness, in this uninhabited verdant valley, the two of them write and appreciate the words to watch the lake and enjoy the lake, the slow passage of time, there is nothing special.

Of course, most of the time, Ning Que still sits by the lake and fishes.

The anti-natural array outside the verdant valley has all faded, and the cold air of the world and the warm spring reborn in the valley are in contact with each other, and it is just at the time of the strongest spring, and the broad-leaved forest by the lake magically produces countless green leaves in a very short period of time, swaggering in the wind very pleasantly:

When spring is strong, I feel sleepy, Ning Que holds the willow branches, and falls asleep unconsciously.

Suddenly, he woke up suddenly, looked up and opened his eyes, but found that there was no beautiful and peaceful Daming Lake in front of him, and there was no trace of Moshan Mountain beside him, only a desolation.

He then went to the wasteland, a wasteland that had only appeared in his dreams and had never been seen before.

There are no corpses on the moor today, no blood-soaked scenes, no people watching the sky in fear, no indifferent butchers and drunkards, and no tall backs.

There was only cold, dry air, barren and desolate fields, and the faint chirping of black crows in the distance:

Ning Que rubbed his eyes and looked at the place where the black crow was chirping, but he didn't see the sky full of black wings, only three black clouds of smoke and dust suspended steadily in front of the wasteland, looking at this side indifferently, as if there was life.

He remembered a dream he had had, a dream during his journey, in which he had seen a similar picture, and someone beside him said, "It's getting dark."

It's getting dark.

Looking at the three black smoke and dust in the distance, Ning Que suddenly felt a chill in his body, frost gradually froze on his eyelashes, and the clothes on his body became thin and brittle, because he could clearly see the true appearance of the three dark smoke and dust.

It was not smoke, but countless rays of light or fragments of light, and when the black light and the fragments of black light came together, it became the darkest smoke in the world, as if it could swallow all other rays.

Because of the fear in his heart, he subconsciously waved his hand, wanting to use the willow branch in his hand to smash and disperse the three black smoke and dust, but the next moment he found that the willow branch in his hand had turned into a big black umbrella:

The big black umbrella opened with a thud, covering his body

He suddenly felt a lot safer

On the shore of Daming Lake, Ning Que was struggling on the edge of breaking the realm.

On the snow cliff about dozens of miles away from Daming Lake, Prince Longqing, who had entered the covenant of breaking the realm with Ning Que at the cost of his entire life, had also stepped on the threshold of the realm of knowing the destiny of heaven.

Stepping on the threshold with one foot, it is not stable, it may move forward or backwards, as if standing on the dividing line between two worlds, or embracing Haotian Shenhui, or falling and sinking.

Prince Longqing has been sitting quietly on the snow cliff for a long time, the wind and snow in the Tianqi Mountain are covered with a thick layer on the right half of his body, like armor, and the left half of his body is as usual in the world of verdant valleys, half snow and half new, this picture is really a bit weird.

Suddenly, he stood up, calmly dusted off the snow covering his body, and didn't care about leaving the cliff of enlightenment, so he slowly walked to the bottom of the cliff and caught a snow sheep.

Then he let the snow sheep goat.

With his back to the verdant and the snow-capped mountains, he thoughtfully and thoughtfully as if he had sensed the greenery of the valley spreading up the cliff like a mountain vine, and the grass grew like stars among the snow under his feet.

If you want to get out of the fence, why bother to be trapped in the fence?