After Ning Que became old, in the mountain stream and yellow boiled cloth, the girls of the Great River Country were still excitedly talking about the past, the lynx girl soaked her little feet in the slightly hot spring, and said happily: "Brother Zhong turned out to be a disciple of the academy, no wonder he is so powerful." ”

Zhihua glanced at her with a smile and said, "I already guessed it when we met for the first time, otherwise why would the mountain lord want us to treat him so politely, if it were someone else, he would have been expelled for several miles." ”

Then she sighed and said, "Fortunately, this senior brother of the academy came forward, I think those people in the Moon Wheel Circle and Yan Camp will be honest, so they won't send people over to rob them." ”

The Lynx girl was thinking about some details of the battle, her little soles slapped on the surface of the stream, tilted her head slightly, and asked curiously: "To win that stinky monk, Senior Brother Zhong didn't use any cultivation methods, and he didn't even feel any mental fluctuations on his body, Senior Sister, is he a cultivator?"

Zhihua was stunned and said, "I heard that there are no amazing talents in the academy this year, and the strongest of the six people in the technical department, Xie Sangongzi, has only just entered the realm of confusion, since this Senior Brother Zhong has not entered the technical department, I think he can't practice, right?"

She was a little hesitant to say this, because she herself didn't believe that an ordinary academy student who couldn't practice could defeat the monks of Baita Temple so easily with a sword and arrow in his hand.

The black-haired girl in a white shirt seemed not to hear the girls' conversations, calmly holding the pen slowly, and her hair slowly poured down her shoulders as the tip of the pen moved.

Then, a letter from Yanying broke the pleasant tranquility of the mountain stream.

Today's Ning Que has embarked on a completely different path from ordinary cultivators, he always demands himself on the principle of "not for the purpose of controlling the enemy, cultivation is a ...... that eats too much to support", and constantly tries to learn in his daily cultivation life and combat practice, in a sense, although the cultivation realm is still ordinary, he can already be called a master, especially when facing ordinary cultivators.

If he was allowed to accompany Qianbu Shu to fight the Spring Breeze Pavilion again, it would definitely be much easier to face the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, and let him kill the swordsman in Xiaozhuli on the lakeside of Chang'an City alone, and he would not be so seriously injured.

Of course, if he met those cultivators of the fate-knowing realm now, or strong people like Prince Longqing and Wang Jingluo, no matter how fast his reaction was and how strong his fighting style was, he would still fall to the ground and wait to be beaten to death with a wave of his hand and a flick of his fingers.

However, if he really met such a strong man in the wasteland, Ning Que naturally had other means, whether it was the rune skills that had not yet been used in battle, or the tips given to him by Master Yan Se, or the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that condensed the collective wisdom of the mountains behind the academy, they would all be the means he used to save his life.

With a calm and objective judgment of his own strength, he has a relatively accurate assessment of the danger of entering the wasteland, he knows that it is impossible for him to forcibly snatch the heavenly book between the masters of all parties, but it should not be a big problem to secretly watch or occasionally make some bad things and cause some trouble to Xiahou.

Hiding his identity and sneaking into the wasteland, whether it is sightseeing or not, if the situation changes sharply, he really angers those worldly masters who wave their hands and scare the storm, and when he is forced into a place where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, he can't escape, and there is nowhere to hide, he still has the last two life-saving means, but those two means are not enough for outsiders.

"My lord, do you want to go into the wasteland alone? ”

On the surface, he is a lieutenant who is a cronie of the General's Mansion, and in the dark, he is an officer of His Majesty's secret guard, with an angry and resolute look on his face, and the snow bright steel knife in his hand pulls out a few small flowers in front of him, and then he does not hesitate...... rested on his neck.

"If you want to get rid of your subordinates and go into the wasteland yourself, then step on my corpse and get out of this room. ”

Ning Que looked at the captain who was sworn to death, and shook his head helplessly.

The various parts of the Tang Empire are clear and rigorous, and the Tianshu Office and the Dark Guard are directly under the emperor, but they have no relationship with each other, so the captain does not know the purpose of his entry into the wasteland at all.

Ning Que didn't care much about the captain's nervous attitude, and was more concerned about how he should enter the wasteland, both safe and convenient to evacuate, the best way was to take thousands of elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty straight into the royal court, and go straight to the wasteland tribe beyond Hulanhai, but how to find the Book of Heaven and how to hide from General Xiahou?

Riding alone in the wasteland seems like a heroic choice. However, although he believes that with his own ability and familiarity with the wasteland, it will be easy to survive, but this choice is too clear, and it is too easy to become the most obvious target with a ride on the dust~~ A single person rode a black horse with an arrow on his back and went straight to the royal court, clearly suing the sù temple ruling Si Sa's spy in the wilderness and countless forces from all sides, this guy is very awesome, confident and narcissistic.

Only the immortal sun is qualified to be so awesome, so confident, so narcissistic, if Ning Que rises on the grassland like a sun, it will attract everyone's attention in the shortest possible time, and then be identified without accident. The forces of all parties know that you represent the will of the Tang Dynasty and the Academy, and even if they don't come to kill you, there are countless ways to trap you somewhere, so that you can't get in touch with what you want to touch at all.

The Great General's Mansion of Tuyang City did this, so Ning Que was guarded by dozens of elite Tang Army troops, and he could only roam around the border for in-depth tourism all day long. At this time, the captain who looked at him with a horizontal sword and a tragic face did the same, so Ning Que looked at him and could only frown and think about something else.

"You say, what should you use, what is the most appropriate way to enter the wilderness?......

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, his face showed a look of grief and indignation, his knife had been rested on his neck, and the adult actually ignored it completely, still insisted on entering the wasteland, and asked himself how to do it? Could it be that you have to pull out a bloody wound on your neck with a trembling blade in your right hand, and you are willing to look at yourself directly, my lord?

Ning Que suddenly remembered the yellow cloth by the lakeside stream, his frowning brows gradually relaxed, he looked up at the captain who was still holding the knife to his neck, and said: "There is something I want you to do, among the students who came to practice in the academy, there is a man named Zhong Dajun, he is now in the mountain camp, I went with you a few days ago." I want you to find a way to imprison him, keep him from any contact with the outside world, and do it secretively, can you do it?"

The lieutenant held the knife, felt that his neck was a little stiff, felt that his movements were a little funny, and replied in distress: "There should be no problem, just an adult......"

Ning Que waved his hand, didn't listen to his advice, and said seriously: "Don't try to stop me with this method, I've never been afraid of the dead, let alone looking for the dead myself." ”

The captain was discouraged, thinking that it was really a great misfortune in life to meet such a hard-hearted boss.

Ning Que looked at the posture of holding the knife and said, "You are holding the knife in your right hand, if you want to kill yourself, should you turn the blade sideways and rest it on the right side of your neck?"

Only then did the lieutenant realize that there was something wrong with the way he held the knife, so he took off his head in shame, hid his face and ran out of the house.

Ning Que shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, reached into the placket, and took out all the waist cards he was carrying in it for a long time, thinking about when he became a machine qì cat?

He has a lot of hole cards and more waist cards.

The academy's, the secret guards, the Ichthyosaurus Gang, the Tianshu, and the third senior sister's curtain, or wood or gold or stone, or non-gold, non-wood and non-stone, the color and luster are different, densely piled on the table.

"How do you make every waist card play its most critical role?"

He looked at the waist card on the table and thought seriously, thinking that the waist card of the secret guard should be of little use on the grassland, but there must be a secret spy of the imperial court in the court of the Left Tent King, and when the time comes, you can use the waist card of the Tianshu to order the other party.

Aunt Qu Nima, who has a high status in the Moon Wheel Country, and Lu Chenjia, the world-famous princess, want a hot spring where they can take a bath, no matter how you look at it, it can't be regarded as too unreasonable requirements. However, the hot spring had already been occupied by the female disciples of the Ink Pond Garden of the Great River Country, so this request became indiscriminate, and then a dispute arose, which led to more non-divisive matters.

They are all cultivators who have received the edict of the Xiling Temple to come to Yan's aid, and the Mochi Yuan of the Great River Country is just some ordinary disciples, who are scholars and visit relatives, and the Baita Temple of the Yuelun Country is led by Aunt Qu herself, not to mention that there is a well-known affair between the Lu Chenjia and the second person in the temple ruling division, Prince Longqing?

Ning Que repelled the monk of Baita Temple and temporarily retained the ownership of the Hot Spring Creek for the girls of the Great River Country, but soon after, an extremely difficult task fell to the girls.

The countries of the Central Plains decided to negotiate peace with the royal court of the left tent, and in order to show their sincerity and show their benevolence and peace, the Bright Division of the Temple came forward and called on the countries to collect a batch of grain and send it to the wasteland to help the people of the royal court tribe spend the winter.

Raising tigers for such a stupid thing, even the brightest idiot will not do it, so the amount of this batch of grain cannot be too large, just a symbolic meaning. Since it is symbolic, it is natural to transport it to the royal court before the middle of winter, but it is not easy to avoid encountering horse thieves at any time when it is cold and freezing in the wilderness.

In particular, the allied commander's battalion was willing to send only a very small number of cavalry escorts for the sake of defense, so this task looked even more terrifying.

The people who received this task were the girls of the Ink Pond Garden of the Great River Country.

The girls of the Great River Country followed the cavalry to escort the grain to the wasteland, and naturally they could no longer occupy the beautiful Wenxi by the lake, no matter what dangers they encountered on the way, it would be their own responsibility.

The lynx girl puffed up and said, "Friends are too much! We should reprimand to the temple!"

A female disciple said gloomily: "There may be a temple behind this order. ”

The lynx girl opened her eyes wide, not understanding her senior sister's words, how could the Haotian Dao Temple, which is noble and holy, bright and righteous in the hearts of believers in the world, do such a thing?

Zhi Zhihua said slightly: "Prince Longqing is the future master of the Moon Wheel Country, who do you say the temple will face?" Although there is no evidence, you can guess the reason for the introduction of this order. That Aunt Qu of Yuelun Country has always been extremely vindictive, but Senior Brother Zhong is a student of the academy, and she is in the Bishui camp of Dongsheng Village, she has nothing to do, of course she wants to find us to be angry, otherwise, how can she show her arrogance?"

The girls of the Great River Country on the banks of the mountain stream were very worried about the dangers they might encounter on the long journey, and they all looked at the black-haired girl at the small table in the depths of the yellow cloth fence.

"Mountain Lord, now that you have to stand up and speak.