'I'm thirteen, girl, you can call me thirteen.' ......

"You know the talisman too?"

"I understand a little. ”

"Senior Brother Thirteen, you also know calligraphy?"

"I understand a little. ”

"Senior Brother Thirteen, what do you think of this chicken soup post?

"This post is full of exposure and ignorance, scattered and boneless, it seems to have a new idea, but in fact it is just some chicken thief means, the evil road inks the method, and loses the style of righteousness and elegance, which is not worth mentioning. ”

The conversations during the journey, like the cold wind in the wasteland burrowing into the tent, kept burrowing into Mo Shanshan's mind, and some dull eyes seemed more and more confused, and even a little distracted.

Ranked thirteenth in the academy, who is he or not, besides himself, who else would be so derogatory and contemptuous of Chicken Soup Post and Flower Blossom Post? And that night he had already admitted that he knew a little about Fu Dao, why didn't Zi Si think that he was him? Shanshan, you should have guessed it a long time ago, right?

Mo Shanshan looked at the paper on the desk that seemed to be a child's messy book, stretched out his hand and crumpled it, ashamed and didn't want anyone to see it, but he didn't know whether this shame came from a messy pen or a messy heart, but no matter what it was, she did have a lot of anger at this time in addition to shame.

The long journey accompanied each other, and finally even walked in a carriage, but she didn't know that he was him, and she even said that she liked him in front of him, although he didn't know that he was what she said at the time, and she didn't know that the person she silently liked was the one in front of her, but now she finally knew that he was him.

Everyone in the world knows that the bookworm Shujing is virtuous, but she did such a thing, how can she not be ashamed? If that guy knows the true nature of the matter, how can she not be ashamed? Senior Sister Zhihua also asked her to explain her words, how can she not be ashamed?

With a slight trembling fingertips, she pulled out the excellent quinoa book that had been preserved from the side of the desk, and she looked at the words on the paper, her long, sparse eyelashes blinking slightly, as if she wanted to cover the blush on her fair skin:

In the spring, the news came from the Tang Kingdom that shocked Chang'an, she knew that there was a young calligrapher who was deeply loved by the Tang Emperor in a distant foreign country, and she naturally instructed the deacon of the sect to collect some copies out of habit, although there was no legendary flower blossom post, but she saw this chicken soup post rubbing.

Legend has it that the young calligrapher was accepted as a rune successor because the chicken soup was inserted into the eyes of Master Yan Se, as a bookworm girl who studied under the rune master Wang Shusheng, of course she knew how harsh the rune master was to the heirs, so she carefully observed this chicken soup post for a long time:

She didn't see that the writer had the potential of a rune master like Master Yan Se, nor did she shed tears of sadness like the girls in the red dress because Master Yan Se scattered the meaning of the words in the post, but she herself was not far from the rune master, so she could appreciate a lot of the meaning hidden in this chicken soup post.

In addition, she also read a lot of Cai Ben, and she was proud that the young calligrapher in Chang'an City did write a good hand, except for the master of calligraphy, there was no second person in the world who could compare with it.

And when the details of the mountaineering competition on the second floor of the academy reached Dahe Kingdom, she was surprised to find that this person actually defeated Prince Longqing and became a student of the master.

She and the used to be friends and often exchanged letters, so she knew very well how Prince Longqing was a person who was close to perfection, but Longqing actually lost to him, and even the eldest son accepted him as a student, so this person ...... Presumably, regardless of the moral temperament, the population is very good, right?

At this time, looking at the chicken soup post, she saw some different flavors, a simple and scribbled note, although the words were scattered, but faintly revealed a great kindness of nature, so natural and bright, as if Haotian Shenhui in the clouds remitted a thunder: the world should be like this.

She was very curious about the circumstances under which that person could write such words, you must know that for some reason, Ting once firmly believed that it was a fool's behavior to look at people by words, but in the spring of this year, she couldn't help but feel something different about the young people in Chang'an City in the distance because of these words.

It's not complicated with the feeling, but it's subtle, it's very clean, it's crystal clear.

She has only seen that person's words, not that person, but the people in the calligraphy, the mind can be mirrored, she looks at the person's words, as if she sees that person, when she reads the words, that person seems to be around.

From spring to summer, she had been quietly reading the man's book by the inkwell at the foot of Mogan Mountain: the legendary inkwell was black, but in fact it was clear and thorough, reflecting the starry sky and the girl's calm and smiling face:

The man was behind her, looking at the bookbook in her hand, looking at the reflection of her face on the water, and did not speak, nor did he need to speak, just watched quietly by the inkwell.

Mo Shanshan looked at the chicken soup post, her eyelashes blinked slightly, the blush on her face gradually faded, the shame in her eyes had already turned into confusion and uneasiness, looking at this ink character that she had been looking at for a long time, she said softly: "It turns out that you are you, who is Sangsang in that post?"

"Young Master Sangsang, I'm drunk today......"

Is Sang Sang your little maid? Has she followed you a lot? That's why you trust so much, so naturally and so attached, this attachment is because of habit or what? Why haven't I heard you mention it on the journey? Yes, at that time, you were still pretending to be someone else's identity, so naturally you wouldn't mention it, but Sang Sang...... Who is it?

Master Yan Se can read Ning Que's forgetfulness from the chicken soup sticker, and the girls with red sleeves can feel the warm fragrance of the bowl of chicken soup at home from the brushwork, but she feels the importance of the name Sangsang to the calligrapher from this rubbing. At this moment, Zhu Dianhua lifted the curtain and walked in, looking at her beside the bookcase in a daze...... couldn't help but smile slightly, this year by the inkpool, she often looked at the mountain lord in a daze, so others didn't know that she had feelings for someone that secular people couldn't understand, but she was clear.

"Let's see after eating first, and then think about it. She quipped:

It is precisely because of his intimacy with Zhihua that she has discovered her intentions, so Mo Shanshan will be slightly embarrassed and annoyed when facing her.

Because of the name at the beginning of the chicken soup post, Mo Shanshan's feelings were a little uneasy, and suddenly he couldn't help but feel more and more embarrassed when he heard the words of Zhu Zhihua. She has never been ashamed in her life, because she has never pleased anyone, but now her heart has been exposed by her affectionate senior sister, where can she not be ashamed?

She blinked her slightly round pink cheeks with her hand, her red and thin lips pursed into a straight line, looked at the pile of bags that had been carefully arranged in the corner of the tent, and suddenly said with a slight annoyance: "Send these bags to him." ”

Zhu Zhihua smiled and said, "I don't have a time. ”

Mo Shanshan turned around, looked at the Tmall girl who walked in behind her, and said in a deep voice: "Mao'er, you are familiar with that guy, and you will send him your bags into the Tang camp in a while." ”

The lynx girl scratched her head in confusion and asked, "Why?" Senior brother said that he would take the ride back in a while. ”

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, and said: "Where is there so much why, he is a Tang man, he can't still live with us, send the luggage over, it can be regarded as two clear." ”

The thin chicken soup is still on the table, the faint figure is still on the water surface of the ink pool, and the tacit understanding of fighting side by side is still in the memory, where is the matter of returning the luggage to be clear?

The mind is not luggage, because there is no weight, so it is difficult to lift and put down.

At this time, Ning Que didn't know that the white-clothed girl in the camp tent of Mochi Garden was ashamed and annoyed and was ready to settle off his embarrassing feelings and memories that were not humane, if he knew the true nature of the matter, he would definitely be excited and nervous and speechless, because although he was running wild on the road away from the little people, he really didn't have the consciousness of the big people in his bones. Your mother, what's the difference between this and Sister Butterfly who likes herself? Or Sister Butterfly dancing in tight pants!

It was precisely because he didn't know these that he was drinking tea and resting in a tent somewhere in Tang Ying at this time, and he seemed extremely relaxed, after all, it was his own place, both mentally and physically, and he had a real rest under the guarantee of a sense of security: it was a pity that he couldn't completely relax yet, because he still had something very important to do.

At the beginning of the curtain, a military order appeared in Tang Changli, and General Shu Cheng summoned all the departments to gather to announce the results of today's temple deliberations, and at the same time discuss specific matters for the attack on the desolate tribe next spring.

The order of the Chinese military tent is a bit peculiar, the main force responsible for attacking the desolate tribe should be completed by the elite cavalry of the Left Tent Royal Court, even if the northeastern border army of the Tang Empire will also participate in the battle, but it is not the turn of these lieutenants and officers to discuss the war with General Shu Cheng, because their qualifications are not enough.

However, the Tang Emperor's ** order is as heavy as a mountain, although the cavalry stationed in the royal court belongs to the Northeast Frontier Army, but there is an order in the military tent, no one dares to disobey, accompanied by dense footsteps, the captains and officers at all levels hurried to the Chinese military tent, and the patrolling cavalry was also transferred, leaving only the defensive force on the periphery of the barracks:

Ning Que lifted the curtain of the tent and walked east in the empty camp, and when he reached about forty paces away from a tent, he stopped, reached behind his back and pulled out the large black umbrella tightly wrapped in the cloth.

That camp tent belonged to a certain general of the northeast border army of the Tang Dynasty, and there was a very faint smell of herbs and blood coming from that camp tent, if it weren't for his five senses after his cultivation, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to smell this smell at all:

"After all these days, the bleeding hasn't completely stopped, I really don't know how you survived. ”

Ning Que thought silently in his heart, and as soon as his wrist struck, the big black umbrella master opened.

He walked towards the tent with a large black umbrella.

At this time, the curtain was like blood, but the clouds above the camp began to fall with snow.

The snow is very small and sparse, and a few snowflakes fall on the greasy and dirty black umbrella surface, which is somewhat beautiful.

There was no sound when the small snowflakes fell on the black umbrella, and there was no sound when the sturdy leather boots stepped on the withered barnyard grass, Ning Que held the black umbrella and walked into the camp of the partial general.

A sword light slashed his head and face!

The knife is round, bright as wind and snow, and it is a scimitar.

The people in the tent knew that Ning Ran had taken it, so Ning Que couldn't attack it.

Ning Que knew that there were people in the tent, so this scimitar was not a sneak attack on him.

The placket suddenly swayed, and Ning Que's right foot popped out like lightning and stomped on the root of the sneak attacker's thigh, with a muffled snap, the sneak attacker's body bent like the same, and the scimitar in his hand slashed into the air and fell heavily on the ground.

With a choking sound, the slender Pu knife came out of its sheath, turned into a bright color, and gently wiped it on the man's throat, and the blood sprayed wildly until it reached the top of the tent.

There was a strong wind on the right side, and Ning Que didn't return his head to hold the big black umbrella with the two fingers of his left hand, and a rune paper suddenly became invisible, and an inexplicable dryness appeared in the tent.

The sneak horse thief held the scimitar tightly in both hands, and pounced with the momentum of the forward rush, the speed was extremely fast, as if he was going to split the big black umbrella, and then avoid Ning Que in half from top to bottom, but when he rushed behind the umbrella, he found that what he had pounced on was not the big black umbrella, but a blazing white sea of fire.

The flames in the air of the tent were suddenly extinguished, but the flames on the horse thief's head were still burning, and the scimitar in his hand did not cut the umbrella or the people, but only the air.

Ning Que had already staggered and turned around to wait to the side, looking at the face of the horse thief in the flames who began to deform and touch...... Looking at his last shocked eyes...... Seeing that his mouth was wide open, he exclaimed, and swung his knife forward.

The blade flashed, and the flaming head flew into the tent.

The blood that spurted from the blood cavity of the thief's neck spurted to the top of the tent again, and the blood of his companions pooled together.

Ning Que held an umbrella in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and continued to walk silently towards the tent.

The headless corpse fell with a thud behind him:

There was not the slightest emotion on his face under the umbrella.

He had no mercy for these horse thieves or those who pretended to be horse thieves, whether it was or was ever since.

The thief's burning head rolled on the ground until it reached the tent, and was about to stop at the edge of a sleeping mat, when the burnt flame was extinguished.

On the sleeping mat lay a pale-faced middle-aged man, extremely thin and weak, one shoulder was tightly bound by a cloth, still some blood was oozing, and the stench of rotting flesh could be faintly smelled.

The middle-aged man stared at Ning Que, who was gradually approaching, and suddenly his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his body trembled violently, looking extremely painful, but extremely resolute.

In the tent, the vitality of heaven and earth suddenly became disordered, a cold wind rose for no reason, and the snowflakes on the big black umbrella were blown away in an instant, but the majestic mental power that condensed decades of meditation and the determination of the final life and death stake, just like this cold wind, was blocked by the oily umbrella surface of the big black umbrella.

There was not a trace of Zhihai that could pierce Ning Que.

"You were ordered to kill me, you must know very well who I am. ”

Ning Que walked up to the pale-faced middle-aged man, looked at him condescendingly, and said calmly: "I admit that your telekinesis is indeed strong, but even if you are intact, under the condition that I am prepared, how can you still dare to hope to defeat a disciple on the second floor of the academy? Not to mention that you are so seriously injured now." ”

"And do you think that the wound on the severed arm is slow to recover? Even if you keep peeling away the carrion, you still can't stop the wound from festering? Actually, it's because there's something on my knife. ”

Ning Que raised his right arm and stretched out the Pu Dao in front of the middle-aged man's face, the Pu Dao was full of cold light, except for those complicated runes, there was nothing special to see.

"The person who instructed you to kill me, as well as yourself, knew that I was a student on the second floor of the academy, and knew that I was the descendant of Master Yan Se, so that day under the meadow, several of my killing moves were blocked by you. But it's a pity that you don't know two things about me. ”

Ning Que said: "I have been hunting for a living since I was a child, and I had to hunt very large beasts when I was very young, so I occasionally use poison, and my knife is smeared with the sap of snakes and wattles in Minshan, which is not very toxic, but it is more troublesome." ”

There was a middle-aged man lying on the seat, his face was unusually pale, because he forced out the last accumulated mental power in Zhihai, he had no power to fight back at this time, listening to Ning Que's calm narration, his eyes subconsciously revealed a look of fear, as a strong cultivator, he really couldn't understand that Ning Que, as a personal disciple of the master, would hide so many vicious and vicious descendants in addition to the cultivation methods.

"I believe that you won't have any combat power at this time, but after all, you are a great master of the Dongxuan Upper Grade realm, and a big man in my Tang Northeast Frontier Army, so I have to be vigilant, so I'm sorry. ”

With the word sorry out, Ning Que waved the Pu knife in his hand again, the knife light flashed suddenly, the middle-aged man did not die, but an extremely terrifying blood mouth appeared on his shoulder again, and the last remaining arm also left his body!

The middle-aged man turned around and looked over his shoulder with difficulty, confirming that his arms were all broken, and he couldn't help but feel all his thoughts shattered, and then he felt an unbearable pain rushing from his shoulder into his brain in an instant, and he couldn't help but let out a terrible howl.

Ning Que put the knife back into its sheath, found a few pieces of old cloth in the camp tent, stuffed one into his mouth, and wrapped the rest around the wound on his shoulder.

While lowering his head to seriously heal the middle-aged man, he said: "There are two things I said about me that you don't know, in addition to the one I said, there is another thing that my character is flawed.

"Although I started practicing, I am still not a person outside the world, so I can't mention or let go of many things, such as if you want to kill me, I will definitely take revenge, and why did you kill me. ”

Ning Que finished bandaging, sat down next to the middle-aged man, took out the old cloth from his mouth, and said, "You will definitely not be able to lift anything in the future, then you have to learn to let go, such as those stupid loyalty and the like." ”

If it is said that he wants to torture to extract a confession, where there is a knife, he will cut off the right arm, but he did it, directly forcing the other party into a desperate situation, and then began to interrogate at this time...... It seems that the cold-blooded and unreasonable behavior is actually extremely reasonable, if it is not such a cold and clueless spiritual impact, how can it break the heart of a strong cultivator?

The middle-aged man closed his eyes painfully, his dry lips pursed, and he seemed to be very afraid that once his lips opened, he would involuntarily say what the other party wanted to know.

Ning Que looked at him and said calmly: "It's useless to pretend to be desperate, as long as you live, there is still hope, you are still alive at this time after all, so you have to give an explanation for some things." ”

"Dairu, who are you?"