Volume 2: The Lake of Winter, Chapter 27, No Thrush, Fire and Sea

Listening to the incessant cries in the camp, the Templar Cavalry Commander frowned slightly.

He could understand the indifference of the disciples of the Great River Country's Ink Pond Garden, but he didn't care about the other party's indifference, but was a little disdainful and sarcastic, no longer paying attention to the other party, and raised his right hand to signal his subordinates to start cleaning up the battlefield.

The cold and gorgeous blade of the sword pierced the thief's neck, cutting off the head with a twist and turn, and throwing the dead thief into the bag, regardless of whether his eyes were open or closed.

The Templars begin harvesting the heads of the horse thieves.

Although there were many horse thieves on the outskirts of the camp who died from the first counterattack in the early morning, from the runic fire, and from the desperate resistance of everyone in the food team, no one would compete with these temple cavalry at this moment.

The people in the camp were busy treating the seriously wounded, carrying the remains, cleaning up the damage, saving the little food and grass left, and dissipating the sadness and anger in their hearts.

With the shattered and charred car formation as the dividing line, the camp and the outside are naturally divided into two worlds.

The Commander of the Templar Cavalry looked at the ruined camp, looked at the obvious signs of battle, and imagined the horse-thief charge and fierce battle that the camp had endured before the reinforcements arrived, and he couldn't help but feel a little admiration.

His eyes fell on the wreckage of the carriage in the center of the camp, his pupils shrunk, and he didn't see the figure of the young talisman, nor did he see the shadow of the smeared sè.

After a moment of silence, he lightly kicked the horse's belly, urged the horse to pass through a gap in the chariot formation, came behind the disciples of the Ink Pond Garden, who were busy treating the wounded, and asked, "Who are you in charge of here?"

Zhu Zhihua vigorously tied a piece of cloth to the bloody mouth of a man's broken arm, gently lifted the hair that was congealed with blood on his forehead, and turned to look at the commander on the horse, but did not answer him.

A famous disciple of Ink Pond Yuan listened to the question, and subconsciously looked back at a carriage in the camp.

The lynx girl suddenly thought of what Ning Que had confessed before, handed the wound medicine in her hand to a senior sister next to her, and trotted out of the camp.

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In addition to the mules and horses, there were three carriages in the food delivery team, among which the carriage where the maiden rune was located had been shattered by the power of the beginning of the half-way rune, and the other two carriages were intact.

The big black horse was waiting boringly outside one of the carriages, the interior of the carriage was dimly lit, and only when the heath winter wind lifted the corner of the curtain did it become a little brighter inside, and on the board rested quietly a package, the sinking of the surface of the board, which obviously possessed a weight disproportionate to the volume.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood oozing from his mouth and nose, reached into the basin beside him and washed it with water, then took a small copper box and opened it, looking at the shabby things in the box, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"A girl's family, why only have such a little fat powder?"

"It's not mine, it's theirs. ”

Mo Shanshan, who was sitting opposite, looked at Ning Que intently, it seemed that only by concentrating all her energy could she let her casual and indifferent gaze fall accurately on his face, and at this time there were obviously some doubts in her eyes.

"As far as I know, the girls of Dahe Country pay great attention to makeup, and last year there was a kind of eyebrow raising makeup popular in Chang'an City, I heard that it came from you, why don't you people care about this?"

Ning Que lowered his head and grinded the fat powder, and his movements seemed very skillful and sophisticated.

"Cultivators, why should you care about makeup. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, and seeing that he didn't want to discuss this issue, Hei Li's eyebrows slowly frowned, and asked, "Why do you want makeup?"

Ning Que raised his head, reached out and brushed up the hair on her forehead, and with a few random movements of his fingers, he combed the black hair like a waterfall, and then picked up an extremely delicate wooden hairpin beside him and pinned it.

"Because we need you to be very energetic now. ”

He concentrated on picking the shades of rouge, and explained casually: "The guys in the temple are all insane, although it stands to reason that they are shameless, but they will not go crazy anytime and anywhere, but no one knows if they will do something more crazy in order to prevent their shamelessness from spreading." ”

Ning Que picked up a touch of rouge with his fingernails, finely opened it, and then dipped it in a pure white cotton handkerchief specially found, motioned to the girl talisman to raise her face, and said: "The only thing we can use to deter them now is you, so you have to be mental, you can't be as weak as you are now, it looks like you could die at any time." ”

"What's the relationship between the two?" Mo Shanshan asked seriously.

"Although you are a well-known bookworm in the world, enough to deter that group of temple cavalry, but if you are too weak, you are prone to some psychotic madness, once the other party goes crazy, it doesn't matter what kind of idiot you are, you are a closed disciple of Lord Shushengwang...... I understand that this psychological factor is a difficult thing to explain, you just need to know that a lot of life-and-death fights in the world are often just because someone looks at someone. ”

Seeing the blue on his waist from the shore of the blue Winter Lake, and fighting side by side in the wasteland until today, Ning Que guessed the true identity of Mo Shanshan, which was also the first time he made it clear in his words.

There is only one girl rune master who can draw half a rune in the whole world.

Because there is only one bookworm in the world.

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Mo Shanshan has been in Mogan Mountain since he was a child to worship the book saint as a teacher, and he has been obsessed with the way of calligraphy for more than ten years, and he does not have much worldly experience.

I don't know if she understood Ning Que's words, anyway, she raised her face very honestly.

Her face was small, her cheeks were slightly bulging, her eyebrows were picturesque, and although she was pale and haggard at the moment, she was still good-looking.

Ning Que took a small square scarf dipped in rouge, looked at the little face close at hand, was stunned, and then smiled.

Two years ago, when he was still killing horse thieves in Weicheng, gambling and drinking and bullying Sangsang, who would have thought that one day he would be in the carriage with a bookworm, one of the three idiots in the world, and she would be so honest to let herself toss.

The rouge was on the face, and the fingertips were rubbed lightly, gradually spreading.

It's not heavy makeup, it's not light.

Mo Shanshan's pale face gradually became rosy under his fingers.

The touch of gently rubbing the girl's little face with her fingers is very good, especially the slightly bulging cheeks, which are even more elastic and plump.

Mo Shanshan sat quietly, bowing his head slightly, letting him smear it on his face, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

After a short time, the makeup was completed, and the girl's pale and haggard face looked vivid and beautiful, and the flush looked extremely real.

Ning Que thought to himself when his craft had become so good, and then he should give her a thrush, but he noticed that her eyebrows were thin and dark, and they were as beautiful as a painting, and after thinking for a while, he finally put down the charcoal lightly.

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...... "Do you do these things often?" Mo Shanshan looked at him and suddenly asked.

Ning Que thought of his home life after entering Chang'an City and becoming a wealthy man, thinking of the large pile of Chen Kum Kee's rouge gouache hidden on the old pen zhai's chuáng, smiled gently, and said, "There is a little girl at home, I have done a lot of this kind of thing." ”

Mo Shanshan's long and sparse eyelashes blinked, and he didn't continue to ask anything, turned around, lifted the curtain and looked out, his cheeks, which had just become a little ruddy, turned pale again.

People in the camp are moving the bodies of the dead, collecting wood, and presumably cremating them. On the outskirts of the camp, the Temple cavalry's work of harvesting the heads of the horse thieves was almost finished, and the bright armor with black sè pattern gold was stained with blood, and the sack contained an unknown number of heads, which looked bulging.

The Central Plains coalition army entered the wasteland to aid Yan by the edict of the Xiling Temple, except for the Tang Army on the Western Front, the Eastern Front all discussed merits at the first level, and today's Temple cavalry has at least harvested more than three hundred heads, which is naturally a great achievement.

Logically speaking, this battle merit should be attributed to the disciples of Mochi Yuan and Yan Min, but the temple cavalry is unscrupulously robbing the merit, although Mo Shanshan does not care about this matter, she can clearly feel that the people in the camp who are silently preparing for cremation, the sadness and indignation in their hearts are becoming stronger and stronger.

The commander of the cavalry of the temple looked at the girl talisman who lifted the curtain, noticed that she was in good spirits, and couldn't help but secretly feel a sigh, thinking that this woman had just taken a great risk to forcibly cross the border to cast the rune, but he didn't expect that after such a short period of time, she would be able to recover as before, and she really deserved to be one of the three idiots in the world who was as famous as the lord of the throne.

"It turned out that the owner of the mountain was in charge here, and I didn't know it before, so the rescue was late, and I asked the mountain owner to forgive me. ”

The commander of the cavalry of the temple looked calm, and in a word, he brought the previous incident of standing still and watching the attack on the camp coldly, waved his hand, and expressed his rare respect to the bookworm Mo Shanshan, and then said: "Miss is in the carriage on the meadow at this time, and she asked me to invite the mountain lord to come and meet. ”

The Western Sect Guardian Army is directly managed by the Adjudication Division, and the young lady he is talking about, if it is not the Taoist idiot Ye Hongyu, she is naturally the nymphomaniac, Mo Shanshan knows this very well, and she knows that the is above the meadow.

"Mochi Yuan was ordered by the temple to escort grain and grass into the royal court, and where the office was, he didn't dare to leave lightly. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at the temple cavalry commander on the horse and said.

The commander smiled slightly and said, "The young lady and the mountain master have not seen each other for several years, and they are looking forward to seeing each other very deeply. ”

These words were said peacefully, with affection, but indifferently with a hint of strength.

Mo Shanshan looked at him expressionlessly and said, "If you really want to see each other, she can come down from the top of the meadow to see me before, and since she didn't see me before, then there is no need to see me again at this time." ”

It was said calmly, with a sense of sarcasm, but it did not hide a stronger meaning.

The commander of the temple cavalry looked at her sitting at the front of the carriage in silence, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally turned around and left without saying a word.

Outside the camp, a Templar cavalry walked up to his horse with two swords.

The commander looked at the intricate lines engraved on these two simple knives, although he couldn't see the meaning for a while, but as a strong man in the Cave Xuan Realm, he instinctively felt the beauty and realm hidden in them, and his eyes lit up.

Just as he was about to take the two knives as trophies and study them in the future, a crisp and angry voice sounded not far away.

"That's ours!"

The lynx girl glared angrily at the commander on the horse, her face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her body was covered with dust and blood stains, which were very dirty, and she looked like she had been looking for these two knives outside the camp for a long time.

The commander smiled faintly, lightly lifted the reins and prepared to leave, not bothering to pay attention to it.

The lynx girl strode quickly, rushing to his horse's head like a gust of wind, holding the ebony handle of the sword, staring at him and refusing to get out of the way, unconcealing the hatred in her clear eyes.

Several Templar cavalry unceremoniously stepped forward, trying to push her away.

With a clear sound, the Tmall Girl showed her sword out of the sheath, looked at several temple cavalrymen who were much taller than herself, and was not afraid, her voice trembled slightly and said resentfully: "The head of the horse thief was cut off by you, do you still want to rob our weapons?"

The Commander of the Divine Temple Cavalry looked at her coldly and said, "The disciples of Mochi Yuan are either Fu or Sword, when will you start using swords?"

Seeing the conflict on this side, the disciples of the Ink Pond Yuan rushed over, and found that the little junior sister with a small figure was surrounded by these shameless temple cavalry, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time finally couldn't help but erupt anymore, and the sound of the sword body rubbing the sheath sounded intensively, and confronted the temple cavalry.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly became extremely tense, although the temple cavalry was the first hundred elite horses, and the number of disciples of the Ink Pool Garden was extremely small, and they were all exhausted, but with that stoic iron and blood aura, they did not retreat.

A gust of winter wind blew in the meadow, Mo Shanshan walked over slowly, the white dress on her body was blown by the wind, her expression was indifferent and her eyes were indifferent, she looked at the temple cavalry and the commander on the horse, and said indifferently: "My disciple of Mochi Yuan can use a knife if he wants to, does this kind of thing also need to be explained to the temple?"

The Commander of the Temple Cavalry looked at her silently, and suddenly said, "The Mountain Lord's words seem to be a little unreasonable. ”

Mo Shanshan said: "Could it be that the current temple will think that the thief is also reasonable?"

The face of the cavalry commander of the temple changed slightly, and he felt humiliated, looking at her and the disciples of Mochi Yuan who were holding swords in front of the horse, and said in a cold voice: "It is so disrespectful to compare the temple with a thief!

Mo Shanshan calmly responded: "I am waiting for the adjugation of the divine throne on behalf of the family teacher. ”

The commander of the cavalry of the temple obviously guessed that this bookworm should be forcing his spirit at this time, but he didn't dare to offend at will, he stared at the eyes of the girl talisman master, and suddenly said: "The mountain lord was ordered by the temple to transport grain and grass into the royal court, this matter is related to the peace between the two sides, and now the grain and grass are destroyed, I don't know how the mountain lord will explain to the temple and the coalition army, if the peace between the two sides is broken because of this matter, I don't know if the mountain lord can afford it." ”

"How to explain to the temple and the coalition forces is my business, and it has nothing to do with you. Mo Shanshan's eyelashes blinked slightly, and he said softly: "Even if I don't confess, you can't kill me here......"

She looked up and quietly looked into the eyes of the Templar Commander, and said, "Or kill everyone here." ”

The Commander of the Temple Cavalry frowned slightly.

Mo Shanshan gently brushed the hair that was blown to his cheeks by the wind behind his shoulders, and said calmly: "Since you won't kill us all, then what are you still doing here?" Put down the knife and go." ”

The commander of the temple cavalry was silent for a long time, threw the two simple knives on the saddle to the ground at will, looked at her and smiled slightly, and said, "I hope to meet the mountain lord again in the royal court." ”

The lynx girl put her sword into the sheath, pushed away the temple cavalry in front of her, rushed to the side of the commander horse and picked up the two simple knives, hugged them tightly in her arms like a baby, and stared at each other vigilantly.

Mo Shanshan did not answer the invitation or threat of the cavalry commander of the temple, and directly turned around and walked back to the camp.

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In the middle of winter, the sun disappears shortly along the low southern sky, and the battle begins early in the morning, and by the time the battlefield is cleared, it is nearly twilight and the light is dim.

The dense sound of horses' hooves thundered above the meadow, then faded down. The cavalry of the temple escorted Aunt Nima Di of the Moon Wheel Guoqu, the girl in the carriage, the Heavenly Oracle, the White Pagoda Temple and others, and stayed away with the smoke and dust of the Dao.

A bloody twilight shrouded the camp, dazzling the blood stains on the ground and on the carriage boards. Broken carriage slabs, carriage debris and hay were piled up in one place, as if they were about to burn in the setting sun.

After a few moments, these objects were literally ignited, and the fire instantly grew stronger by the wind in the field, gradually engulfing the bodies of the victims piled on top of them.

In the crackling sound, you can faintly see extremely complicated images such as melting and scorching black deformation, and a frightening and disgusting smell of burning begins to fill the air.

The survivors gathered around the crematorium lowered their heads and began to chant in unison the rebirth order in the Taoist song of Haotian, the monotonous syllables kept repeating, praying that the spirit of the flame would return to Haotian's embrace in a smooth way. What started out as a bit of noise became more and more neat, low and full of compassion.

Ning Que didn't get out of the carriage because of his injury, he lifted the curtain, looked at the flames in the distance in silence, listened to the chanting and prayers of the people, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky high and far above his head.

The sky of the wasteland was as clean as he was familiar with, but at this time, under the light of the setting sun, it was naturally divided into two completely different worlds, the one near night was as blue as the sea, and the one near the day was burning like fire.

Coming to this world, he couldn't explain that all he came into contact with in Chang'an City in his childhood was the belief in Haotian, and his master Master Yan Se was worshiped at the south gate of Haotian, and he was the great priest who had a seat in the Xiling Temple.

So he naturally believes in Haotian like the vast majority of people in the world.

However, at this moment, just in front of the countless spirits in the flames, under the ocean and the flame-like sky, his view of this world was uncontrollably and gradually changing.

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The people set up camp again in the meadows for a long, cold night. In the early morning of the second day, dozens of surviving Yan cavalry returned south with the wounded. They are the descendants of Prince Chongming, and they know very well why the temple cavalry had such an attitude when they were attacked yesterday, and they also know that even if they go to the royal court, they will not be able to seek any justice at all, and there is even a great danger that they will be punished by the temple, so they naturally choose to return to the country.

The disciples of the Mochi Garden of the Great River Country did not return south with Yan Qi, but rode two carriages and a few horses, and set off again, heading towards the Left Tent Royal Court in the northeast.

Looking at the barren scenery outside the car window and the remnants of snow among the sparse grass, Ning Que coughed twice, took out the handkerchief prepared by Sang Sang from his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of Chun, turned his head to look at the girl in white opposite and asked, "Why do you want to go to the royal court?"

"The affairs of the food team always need an explanation, and it is ......"

Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm very angry." ”

Ning Que looked at her and laughed, and said, "I find that I like you a little." ”

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