The night shrouded Chang'an City, the ever-bright lantern in the corner of the imperial city spread a yellowish light to the ground, and the dim light reflected the white snowflakes slowly fluttering in front of the red palace wall, the picture was very beautiful.

This is the most remote section of the moat, the snowflakes falling in the night sky fall silently on the surface of the river, and in the quiet environment, the sound of the two people stepping on the snow becomes clearer and clearer.

Mo Shanshan gently disturbed the fluttering hair in front of him, looked at the snowflakes fluttering in front of the red palace wall, and said softly: "The big river is far away in Tiannan, and it is almost difficult to see snow. ”

Ning Que thought about that distant country with all four seasons like spring, and said yearningly: "I really want to go and see if I have a chance." ”

"The great river is narrow and the country is weak, the north is the powerful Southern Jin Dynasty, and the relationship with the moon wheel has always been bad, but for hundreds of years, it has been able to ensure peace and even prosperity and happiness, do you know why?"

Ning Que shook his head.

Mo Shanshan looked at the Tang Palace in front of him, and said calmly: "Because there is the Tang Dynasty in the world, there is this palace, and because the Great River has been friendly with your Tang Kingdom for generations, so although our two countries are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the land is not connected, the Great River has actually been under the protection of your Tang Kingdom." ”

Ning Que knew very well that what she said was the truth, but she didn't understand why she suddenly mentioned this.

"Both the Southern Jin Dynasty and Yuelun know very well that if they go too far, if their army really invades the Great River, the Tang Dynasty soldiers and civilians and the emperor in this palace will not stand idly by. Therefore, other countries in the world think that the Tang Empire is an ambitious overlord and the source of war, only we people in Dahe Country do not think so, for us, only the Tang Empire exists, and this dangerous and chaotic real world is peaceful. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and smiled and said: "The world of cultivators has never been separated from the secular world, only if you are strong can you ensure the peace of the Tang Kingdom and the Great River, and what you have to do now is to strengthen yourself and make the Tang Kingdom even stronger than before." ”

Hearing this, Ning Que finally understood, at noon on the street outside the Ministry of Rites, Shanshan probably guessed the hesitation and shaking in his state of mind, so at this time, he used the palace wall snowflake world to explain himself a few words.

He shook his head and said: "Thank you for your explanation, in fact, I have almost figured it out, if you want peace in the world, you can't just blindly avoid war, I just don't understand, why a Buddhist master like Guanhai Monk still can't get rid of those crazy thoughts, why do you have to come to me to fight." ”

"When you see a high palace wall, you always want to go around behind the wall to see what stories are there, and when you see a mountain, you always want to climb up and see what the scenery is on the mountain. ”

Mo Shanshan pointed to the palace wall in the night on the other side of the moat and said, "The cultivators are also human beings, and they will also be curious and yearning, and the group is proud of them, so this kind of affection will become more and more intense." ”

Ning Que listened to these words, remembering the state of mind when he heard Chen Pipi talk about those who were really strong in the world, and remembered the heroic attitude he had when he looked at the peaks on the other side of the sea of clouds after successfully climbing to the top that night.

"For cultivators, the end of the long path of cultivation in the world is the legendary unknowable place, and they are in awe of the unknowable place but full of the desire to approach or even surpass each other, and like Zhishouguan and the Hanging Temple, there is nowhere to find it, they can only see the academy, then they must try to climb the mountain of the academy. ”

In the light snow, Ning Que and Mo Shanshan walked forward with a big black umbrella, and the topic of the academy's entry into the WTO and being challenged was over, they looked at the thin ice floes on the water surface of the moat, and looked at the snowflakes that were hidden when they entered the water, and often remained silent for a long time, and occasionally they would discuss a few words about Fu Dao calligraphy when they felt something.

They lived and died together in the wasteland for many days, early in the early days of tacit understanding, recently often traveled side by side in Chang'an City, this tacit understanding with the gentle touch of shoulder to shoulder, the girl's hair occasionally floated over someone's nose and gradually penetrated into every part of the body and even the heart, the common love for rune calligraphy made it easy for them to detect the intention of each other's every eye and gesture, and that joyful and quiet love gradually emerged.

When we reached a certain section of the moat, the snow gradually stopped.

Ning Que took a step and took the big black umbrella.

Mo Shanshan took a few steps forward, and then looked back at him, with this movement, the black hair like a waterfall slipped down his shoulders, and the white skirt looked particularly beautiful in front of the red palace wall, like those falling snowflakes before.

Ning Que looked at her beautiful face, pursed her lips like a red line, and found that her eyes did not drift in the slightest, but were unprecedentedly calm and focused, and couldn't help but become nervous inexplicably.

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, I said that I liked you. ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, and squeezed out a sentence with some difficulty: "I remember." ”

Mo Shanshan raised his head slightly, and his slightly round little face looked particularly stubborn and proud: "I also want you to like me." ”

Ning Que's gaze passed through the girl's shoulder, looked at the red palace wall in the night, and then found that there was nothing to see, and then he looked at the slowly flowing moat under the bridge of the boat, and found that the river in the night was like ink, and there was really nothing to see, so he had to look at her face again and said seriously: "This is a very fair thing." ”

Mo Shanshan slowly lowered his head, looked at the tips of his shoes in front of the skirt, and said in a subtle voice: "Then do you like me?"

This time, Ning Que really looked at the palace wall behind the girl, because the large red palace wall was already higher than his parallel line of sight, occupying most of the area in the night, and could serve as a good background curtain wall.

Life is like a question, Mo Shanshan is a bookworm, so it is also a question, and this is probably the most difficult question he has encountered in his life, so he needs to think carefully and repeatedly show certain pictures in his mind to determine the answer to this question.

On the shore of the thin blue waist-like sea, I saw the girl gently swaying in the wind on the branches in the early morning, and the blue on her waist, and then I saw her scattered and indifferent eyes all the way, looked at her beautiful eyebrows, and watched her cute little round face like a bun watch her cast half a rune, watched her fall from the sky and then walked in a car to talk about those things about calligraphy runes, until the royal court entered the Northern Wilderness again, did not walk alone in the snow, cooked fish by the lake, jumped forward among the stones full of mountains and valleys, he carried her on his back and she guided him, she said that she liked his big black horse, liked his words, and then said that she liked him at the moment of death in front of the mountain of white bones and corpses。

These images flashed quickly in Ning Que's mind, on the red palace wall in front of him, the feelings he had touched, the things he had occasionally thought about appeared again, he couldn't confirm more things, but at least there was one thing he could completely confirm, and he actually let a girl say that sentence first, he felt that it would be incorrect for him to drag the time for even a moment.

He looked at the mountains in front of him, looked at her slightly trembling long eyelashes, and said affirmatively, "I like it." ”

Mo Shanshan's body stiffened slightly, and he didn't raise his head to look at him, but walked directly to the side of the bridge. She looked down at the ink-like moat, and watched the ice floes in the river gradually grow a slightly shy smile on her face.

The battle between Ning Que and Guanhai Monk in the main hall of the South Gate Taoist Temple did not cause any turmoil in the world. The cultivators in the eyes of the ordinary people living in the streets and alleys, just like the cultivators in Ning Que's eyes back then, are all immortals who eat and drink and do not eat the fireworks in the world, and when the gods fight, as long as they don't suffer disasters, they are often not very willing to care, and in fact, they have no way of knowing these things.

However, for the various sects in the cultivation world, the outcome of this battle had a far-reaching impact, and the failure of the elder of the Rotten Ke Temple to close the disciple Guanhai not only once again proved that the academy was the highest and unclimbable mountain in the world, but also made the name of the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, Ning Que, truly enter the ranks of the so-called powerhouses.

"Guanhai monk lived in seclusion in the mountains behind the Rotten Ke Temple in his early years, and his reputation is not obvious, but even if I have to defeat him, it will be a little difficult, I didn't expect Ning Que to be able to win him, it seems that he has improved very fast in recent times, or think, now no one on Taoshan still thinks that he can win Longqing twice in a row, all of which depend on luck. ”

In a dark room in the Xiling Temple, Ye Hongyu looked at the dossier she had just received, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face, for some reason she didn't wear the iconic red dress, but a simple Taoist robe.

A subordinate of the Divine Temple Adjudication Division couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard her say this, and retorted in a deep voice: "No one can deny that this Thirteenth Mr. has made rapid progress, but it is definitely a fluke that he has won the prince twice in a row, if it is not for the prince on the snow cliff who is at a critical moment of breaking the realm, how can he succeed in his plot?"

Ye Hongyu quietly looked at the subordinate and said: "Plotting is also a kind of battle, since you have become an enemy, do you still have the luxury of expecting the enemy to be tolerant and graceful?" As long as it is a battle, it is fair, and you have to remember that Haotian is also fair, a shameless guy like Ning Que can become a student on the second floor of the academy, and can be selected by Uncle Yan Se to become a successor, then he must have something worth learning besides luck." ”

The subordinate of the adjudication department did not dare to argue any more, and bowed his head and answered yes. He went out and walked under a tree on the edge of the cliff, he glanced at the simple stone house, with a sneering smile on his face, and said to his companion in a low voice:

"This trip to the wasteland, the temple was frustrated, the prince of Longqing may be dead, and we, the great priest of Ye, don't know what a strong enemy we encountered, and we were forced to fall into the realm, I am afraid that there is no hope of entering the fate in this life, but she still has to put on such a confident appearance in front of us people, doesn't she know that this is pitiful and ridiculous?"

During the trip to the wasteland, Ye Hongyu was indeed injured very severely, especially by Liansheng, who was given a meal**, and finally forcibly fell into the realm to survive, which caused irreversible damage to her cultivation.

But after all, she is a Dao idiot, and her cultivation realm is still in the upper realm of Dongxuan, where can she not hear those whispers outside the house, but she did not get angry, just gently tidied up the big cyan Dao robe, and then closed her eyes in silence.

(I was happy all day yesterday, but today I suddenly withered, probably because my spirit was too relaxed, and it was extremely uncomfortable, and it was even more uncomfortable than when I was desperate at the end of last month...... I happened to be writing this terrible plot again, so I actually wrote it for six hours...... It's scary, it's this chapter today, don't worry, I won't wither, and I'll definitely write more from tomorrow. (To be continued)