From the past life to this life, he grew up soaked in blood and carrion since he was a child, Ning Que did not have any superfluous moral cleanliness in his bones, and in order to achieve his goal, he could do whatever it took to achieve his goal. Therefore, he never thought that when his strength could not shake Xiahou, a violent god, he would break into the camp with a single knife and spew blood everywhere and die in his eyes.

That kind of trick looks bloody and glorious, but in his eyes it is just an idiot act of self-abandonment, you died in style, Xia Hou is still sitting upright on the table, maybe he will use your head to make a wine glass. When the time comes, you will stare at each other in vain with your black hole and hole in your eyes, and you will not be able to hurt each other's hair.

This does not mean that a clear understanding of Xiahou's powerful strength will make him cowardly, he has always been secretly watching this great general with great achievements, carefully looking for the loopholes of the other party, pondering all kinds of details in the future decisive battle, and even thinking about how to drag the second senior brother and Chen Pipi into this mess of mud with great carelessness.

According to his analysis, Xiahou is at the peak of martial arts, so if he knows his fate, how can the second senior brother Chen Pipi and his two fates be wiped out, and the problem he needs to study is only how to tie these two senior brothers to his belt and devote himself to this vigorous cause with him.

However, before he could figure out how to use the academy to deal with Xiahou, he heard the news that a certain volume of the Seven Heavenly Books had been abandoned in the wasteland. Well, quietly disguised as the caravan that sneaked out of Tuyang City, his mood was slightly anxious, if he really let Xiahou get that book of heaven and break through the realm as easily as rumored, then who else could clean him up?

He pushed open the window, looked at the growing wind and snow outside the house, thought about the indissoluble hatred between himself and Xiahou, and thought about the hatred left by the little black man on his shoulders, shook his head, and said, "This kind of thing can't be allowed to happen." ”

Although there are more than 100,000 reinforcements from various countries gathered on the border of Yanbei, including young and strong people from places such as the White Pagoda of the Moon Wheel Country, the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the Mochi Garden of the Great River Country, the only one who is really qualified to compete with the Temple Judgment Division for the Book of Heaven is this powerful general who has been fighting on the border for many years.

Of course, this is when the Tang Empire and the Academy do not officially take action.

Ning Que said to himself: "Divine Temple Keqing, His Majesty suspects that he will collude with the Divine Temple, for the sake of this Heavenly Book, will Xiahou have a conflict with the Divine Temple? What can you use from it?"

Looking at the snow and enjoying the scenery, he wanted to think about his thoughts, and it was impossible to come up with a real way, but his determination was getting stronger and stronger.

Now that there must be a gathering of strong people in the wasteland, the Temple Judgment Division, the Prince of Longqing, and even the Daoist Ye Hongyu who even Chen Pipi is afraid of may be in the wasteland, with his current realm, even if he goes, it seems that it will not be of any use, but he still has to go.

Crossing the river by feeling the stones, stepping on the winter grass into the plain, seeing the situation at the time and making corresponding means, as long as Xiahou did not get the book of heaven, he was even willing to help the Xiling Temple, and even burned the book of heaven with a fire.

There was nothing to do, he closed the window and stripped into the warm quilt, and the erotic novel he took in the cave of the academy did not bring Bian Han, which was really a big pity. Lying on his side on the warm and hard kang, he thought about going to the wasteland and the annoyance that there was no one to tuck the horns, and after a moment he fell into a deep sleep.

The wind and snow outside the house became heavier and heavier, and it rained all night, and when Ning Que woke up in the early morning of the next day, the light that should have been dim had already become extremely bright, and it lightly pierced through the window and shone into the house, he rubbed his eyes and walked to the window, pushed the window and looked, only to see a snow-white between heaven and earth, clean and bright, which made people feel a little palpitations.

The shore of the lake has long been frozen, but the lake in the distance is not completely frozen, and the ice cubes floating on the water carry the snow that fell last night, looking like a clump of fluffy white grass, beautiful and a little cute. The branches and leaves of the trees stretching diagonally on the shore of the lake carry a snow, like someone weaving a shabby white towel for a giraffe.

The hot mist erupted from the nose of the big black horse, and the horse's hooves stepped on the snow on the lakeside to create a messy abstract painting, Ning Que rode on horseback, looking at the blue sea covered with winter snow, and his heart was clear and comfortable.

Walking to the stone pond where he had been meditating these days, he found that the water that had seeped into the pool had long since been frozen into a crystal clear transparent jade, and there was not a single snowflake on it, and it looked very clean. He reached into the air and sensed the wind, and understood that it was because the north wind had become fierce.

Just thinking like this, there were suddenly a few muffled sounds in the wind, which seemed to be the sound of metal objects intersecting with some kind of hard wood, he stepped on the horse's pedals with both feet, straightened up and looked at the place where the sound started, only to see that the yellow cloth was still in the hot spring stream, but the strong wind splashing could be faintly seen between the snow forests, and the two figures were fighting.

He had already decided to go deep into the wasteland, but he still came to the lake today, Ning Que naturally had his own reason, which was related to those women of the Great River Country beside the hot spring stream, but he was not sure what to plan, and he didn't expect to see such a scene in advance.

Stepping on the horse's pedal, his vision naturally widened and cleared, and he could see the movement there clearly.

With the support of her junior sister, she struggled to stand up, and a stream of blood slowly trickled down the corner of her lips, dripping on the snow covered with scattered footprints under her, crackling.

Not far in front of her, there was an ascetic monk wearing a hat, and despite the cold weather, the monk was barefoot, slowly plucking a rosary in the thumb of his right hand, and holding an iron staff in his left hand, the head of which went deep into the snow.

Chu Zhihua was the third disciple of the Ink Pond Garden, and he had the most profound skills among this group of boys and girls, but he was still not the enemy of this ascetic monk. Well, with the cold reception she has encountered in Yan Country these days and today's humiliation, she stared at the other party and said sharply: "The most humid and cold place in the barracks, you let us live, we have to leave the barren barracks and hide in the barren mountains and mountains, aren't you still satisfied?"

The ascetic monk slowly raised his head, his hat covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face that was exposed was indifferent and without any emotion: "The assignment of the camp is the business of General Yan Guo, what does it have to do with my Yuelun Kingdom?"

Zhihua raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood on his lips and asked, "Then you still have to grab this hot spring." ”

"You've been using this hot spring for so many days, it should be enough. ”

The ascetic monk from the Moon Wheel Country gave a simple and crude reason, and it was obvious that he only cared about driving these young boys and girls from the Great River Country away from the hot springs, and he didn't care about any reason.

"Be reasonable in everything. ”

Zhu Zhihua's eyes drooped slightly, his hands re-grasped the slender sword at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "This kind of thing comes first and then comes, even a three-year-old child knows about it, doesn't the master know?"

The ascetic monk replied indifferently, "I am a monk and do not know the things of the world. ”

Zhihua adjusted his breathing, then raised his head, and a hint of determination flashed in his bright eyes.

The ascetic noticed her preparation for the sword, and knew that the other party might have to use the ultimate move of the ink pond garden, and frowned slightly and said dishappily: "They are all people in the righteous path, do you have to separate yourself from life and death?" To tell you the truth, this hot spring is for my aunt and princess, so you better get out of the way earlier." ”

Hearing the words aunt and princess, the resoluteness in Zhu Zhihua's eyes suddenly diminished, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the yellow cloth circumference. The girls of the Ink Pond Garden behind her also became more silent.

The aunt called by a monk of Baita Temple in the Moon Wheel Country is naturally the aunt of the profound but unreasonable Qu Nima, and the princess he calls is naturally one of the famous three idiots in the world: Lu Chenjia.

"What about the Lu Chenjia?

The lynx girl shouted loudly, her cheeks were slightly red because of the cold weather, and there were more shaggy furs around her head and face, which looked very cute, even if she scolded the other party, it would only make people want to laugh.

However, the monk of the White Pagoda Temple couldn't laugh, and the face under the shadow of the hat became even more gloomy when he heard the girl's words about Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was loved and respected by the monks and laymen of the Moon Wheel Country.

"Beware of the misfortune that comes out of your mouth, this benefactor. ”

The Tmall girl snorted coldly, walked up to Chu Zhihua and said, "Senior sister, you can rest for a while."

After saying this, she took off her shoes, walked forward slowly, clenched the long sword at her waist, looked at the ascetic monk and said in a clear voice: "The Ink Pond Garden Lynx Girl asks the master for advice." ”

When both hands held the ebony handle of Xiujian, the lovely expression on the girl's face was gone, only tranquility remained, and the white socks stepped on the white snow, making a slight squeaking sound, giving the viewer an extremely strange feeling.

The ascetic monk's expression was slightly solemn, his right hand stretched forward, and the string of jet-black prayer beads slowly turned.

"Kill!"

A scream burst out of the cute little mouth of the lynx girl, only to see a pale cyan luster flash in the snow forest, and the sword was instantly pulled out of the sheath on her waist, with an indomitable momentum, driving her small body, instantly passing the distance between the two, accompanied by a sneering sword qi slashing towards the monk's body!

The ascetic monk couldn't catch off guard, snorted and retreated again and again, **'s slightly black feet kicked up countless snow balls mixed with grass roots on the snow, and the string of jet-black prayer beads in his right hand flew to his chest and whirled.

The pale cyan luster is instantaneous.

The ascetic monk reached out and grabbed the jet-black rosary, and scratches appeared on the surface of the hard rosary.

The cotton monk's robe on his body was cut by the blade of the sword, and the cotton bloomed, and there were traces of blood.

If the Monkey Girl's sword was sent deeper, I was afraid that this monk would be disemboweled and killed on the spot.

The lynx girl maintained a half-squatting posture holding a sword, her chest rose and fell slightly, her little face was slightly red, she gasped softly, and her bright eyes were full of excitement, this was the first time she had officially fought with someone, and she did not expect to win.

The ascetic monk looked down at the sword marks on his chest, his stone-like jaw trembled slightly with anger, and he stared coldly at the lynx girl and said in a cold voice: "A little girl who has entered the realm of not being confused in the state is so ruthless. ”

The Tmall Girl's previous slash against the snow is the secret sword drawing style of the river, which is delicate but resolute, and never leaves any chance for the enemy to fight back, but in the eyes of this monk, such a sudden attack is no different from a sneak attack, if it is not a sneak attack, how can she hurt herself?

The monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom lightly pronounced the Buddha's name, his mind rushed out, and the heaven and earth vitality around his body began to gather by the sense, and the dead leaves and broken snow in the snow forest began to fly, and the string of jet-black prayer beads in his hand flew whistling and smashed into the little face of the lynx girl.

The lynx girl felt the strong wind blowing in her face, looking at the black rosary that was approaching in an instant, her reaction was obviously slower than before, after all, it was the little girl who fought for the first time, she thought that since she had won the opponent's sword before, and she had already shown mercy to her subordinates, then this battle would be over, where did she think that the other party actually started to attack again!

At this critical moment, the practice of drawing the knife next to the ink pool at the foot of Mogan Mountain day after day and night made her body instinctively make the most appropriate response, accompanied by another childish shout, the white socks stepped on the white snow and made a mistake, turned her hands, and the slender Xiu sword that was half hanging in the air at her waist was provoked and slashed towards the string of prayer beads.

However, the whirling and high-speed rotating prayer beads, as if they had spirituality, suddenly deformed in the air, avoiding the sharp blade, and then turned back and set on the blade in the hand of the lynx girl.

The rosary wrapped around Xue Liang's blade, and a powerful force was transmitted down, so that the lynx girl couldn't move the sword at all, and could only watch as the iron rod that the ascetic monk had been holding in his left hand smashed down on his head!

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The ascetic monk shouted.

The lynx girl couldn't pick up the rosary, so she could only let the shadow of the staff cover her little red face.

In the snowy forest, the girls of the Great River Country screamed in surprise, but they didn't have time to help.

In the yellow cloth fence near the warm stream, a right hand holding a brush paused slightly, as if preparing to do something.

At this moment, a whistling arrow suddenly broke through the lake.

An arrow rushed from outside the forest like lightning, and flew close to the slender Xiu sword stretched forward by the Tmall Nuping, accurately shooting the string of jet-black prayer beads in a very small square inch!

In the buzzing sound, the feather arrow shot the jet-black rosary away from the sword body and into a big tree, the tail of the arrow kept trembling, and the black rosary nailed in the arrow cluster trembled even more, and Mu couldn't escape at all.

The sudden change shocked everyone.

The Tmall Female Show Sword suddenly gained freedom, and with the last sword momentum, she forcibly flipped over, picking open the iron rod that attacked her little face, and the heavy tip of the staff smashed hard beside her, splashing countless mud and snow.

The ascetic monk of the Moon Wheel Kingdom did not look back, and he could sense the attack on his natal rosary, and he had a strong sense of vigilance in his heart, but this monk who was accustomed to fighting did not pay attention to the enemy hidden in the shadows, and with a roar, he held the staff in both hands and smashed it towards the girl's body again.

Countless footprints burst out of the snow in the forest, each footprint stepped on a puff of snowflakes, a figure fluttered in, a touch of knife light slightly cool on the staff, the cold instantly invaded the monk's fingers, it seemed to be colder than the winter wind of this wasteland.

The monk resolutely abandoned the staff and retreated.

The blade did not retreat, but rushed forward, breaking its sleeves, cutting its shoulders, and finally resting coldly on the monk's throat.

The monk's hands drooped and he did not dare to make any movement.

Ning Que held the long Pu knife, looked at the monk under the knife, and said, "The master doesn't seem to understand compassion. ”