Looking at the girl talisman in front of him, Ning Que held back a sentence for a long time!, "I like it myself." ”

Continued to accept confessions, especially when he heard that his own cheap and bad male owner expressed his liking, the big black horse grinned widely, and Lu showed big white stone-like teeth, and he was overjoyed.

Mo Shanshan glanced at the big black horse and asked, "Why did you go back to mining?"

Ning Que glanced in the direction of Tang Ying and said, "I have dealt with some things in the past, and I am still used to staying here." ”

Accustomed to these two, the words are more pleasant, and the expression on Mo Shanshan's face is slightly softened. She gently brushed her hair behind her ears, looked at him and said, "I will continue to march north with the temple the day after tomorrow, how are you going to arrange it?"

In the second half of the meeting, Ning Que did not listen carefully. At that time, Lord Tianyu Sizao relayed the letter of Lord Sect Leader, in which Lord Sect Master asked the younger generation of strong people to take advantage of the middle of winter to infiltrate the Northern Wilderness tribe, clarify the strength of the other party, find the remnants of the Demon Sect, and even carry out some fixed-point cleansing if necessary.

Of course, these are nominal statements, in fact, the temple is also trying to figure out this trip and test and hone the disciples of various sects, but although it has not been fought for more than a thousand years, the temple knows that the strength of the desolate tribe is still strong, otherwise it would not have beaten the elite cavalry of the Left Tent Royal Court so miserably. In order to avoid a situation of vain sacrifice, this group of young cultivators who were heading north again had extremely strict requirements, and they must be masters above the Cave Xuan Realm.

As a leader in the younger generation, Mo Shanshan is among the list.

"You're going north?"

Ning Que frowned slightly, looking at the beautiful face of the girl beside her, thinking about the conflict between the Ink Pond Garden and the Divine Temple these days, he couldn't help but be a little worried, and asked, "Who else is going to?"

Mo Shanshan's answer was as concise and clear as ever, or he didn't know why at all.

"Naturally, it's still those people. ”

Ning Que smiled bitterly and was speechless, thinking that everyone thought that Zi Si was a disciple on the second floor of the academy, so he must know the division of strength among the cultivators of the various sects in the world, the problem was that he really didn't know who those people were.

Mo Shanshan looked at him, thinking that he was thinking about something else, and said: "Prince Longqing has not appeared, I think he should be in the north now." ”

Ning Que shook his head and said: "Don't believe the words outside, I don't have the idea of competing with that prince all the time, the enemy of my life is so hot-blooded, it is not suitable for me:"

Then he remembered the powerful person that Chen Pipi had mentioned, and he was a little curious, looked at Mo Shanshan and asked: "I have already met two of the three idiots in the world, what kind of person is that idiot?

"I haven't seen Dao Idiot, and I don't know if she has taken the wasteland, as for Prince Longqing, you are indeed not his opponent now, so I won't misunderstand that you want to challenge him. ”

Mo Shanshan said: "In addition, you don't like to be compared with the prince of Longqing, and I don't like to be called the three idiots in the world by others, but I can clearly tell you that the Taoist idiot Ye Hongyu is obsessed with cultivation, and the strength realm is inevitably above Longqing, and Longqing is stronger than me, so she is the strongest of the three of us." ”

Ning Que looked at her slightly flickering eyelashes and said, "Before becoming a rune master, those of us who cultivate runes always have to suffer a little bit when competing with people in the same realm, so you don't have to worry too much. ”

Mo Shanshan glanced at him puzzled and asked, "Don't care too much about anything?"

Ning Que was stunned and said, "Don't worry that Dao idiots are stronger than you. ”

Mo Shanshan shook his head and said, "There are always people in the world who are stronger than you, what's the point of concern?"

The curtain was already dark, and the cold wind on the wasteland blew the girl's face, her long and sparse eyelashes blinked gently, and her expression was calm and tranquil, and there was no trace of reluctance.

Ning Que looked at her for a long time, and was a little moved by the girl's state of mind. It's just that he has been floating and sinking in the stinky ditch for too many years, and every sweat pore is full of copper stench and thirst, and he really can't understand this and Shujing's mentality, just like the porter on the dock, how can he not understand that some sour literati would rather starve to death than write some articles for the occasion, even if he can understand one or two, he doesn't know what kind of words to find to express his appreciation.

"I'll go there too:"

He raised his arm and pointed to the reckless wilderness in the distance to the north: Mo Shanshan frowned and asked, "Why?

Ning Que looked at the end of the field, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I'm going to find something, or to prevent others from finding that thing, I can do this without doing it, even if just yesterday, I was still thinking about whether to slap my ass and leave, but today I found that this thing is still worth doing."

The expression on Mo Shanshan's face gradually faded, and he returned to Mu Ne, and asked, "Why?"

Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile: "Because this is no longer just a matter of the imperial court or the academy, but also a matter of my si. ”

Mo Shanshan looked back at him quietly, looked at his side face under the last curtain, looked at the shallow nest, and suddenly said, "Those horse thieves who came to kill you should know the identity of your academy disciples." ”

Ning Que nodded.

Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly, and he said, "But they dare to kill you." In the same way, in the account, in front of so many people, no matter how you provoke and ridicule Qu Nima, or even disrespect the temple, no one dares to do anything to you, but if you go into the depths of the wasteland, in those places where people are rare, no matter who can kill you, as long as you bury your body in the snow, who can know who the murderer is?"

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I'm not so easy to kill. ”

Mo Shanshan raised his head, looked at him and said, "Although you are the personal disciple of the eldest son, your strength is too weak, your realm is too low, and the strength of the desolate people is strong...... Most of the people who go to the Desolate People Tribe to investigate are above the Cave Realm, so if you say, as long as someone can beat you like a dog, why is it difficult to kill you?"

When she said this, the girl's eyes were as loose as usual, and her expression was as calm as usual, and she did not deliberately show ridicule or ridicule, but it was precisely because of this Feng, as usual, that she was in a very serious mood when she said this, and she was saying the most honest and honest words: the more honest people are, the more hurtful they are.

So Ning Que was very hurt and hurt his self-esteem.

The fiery heart in his slightly slang body was poked by the words of the bookworm girl, and the blood was dripping, as if she had cultivated a more powerful means than the rune, and every time she spit out a word, she could cut him with a knife.

In his opinion, when the grain team was attacked, Ruxing was not because the bookworm had to live and die with those Yan ** soldiers, he had already left lightly by himself and a horse, even the great Nian master of the Northeast Frontier Army had nothing to do with him. Who would have thought that in the eyes of a bookworm, he is still such a weak and vulnerable guy.

"Is it someone who can beat me like a dog?"

Ning Que stared at Mo Shanshan's beautiful little round face with wide eyes, forcibly suppressed the shame and bloody smell in his heart, and said angrily: "Do you want to try it first? I still have a lot of skills that I haven't used, I really force me to be anxious, be careful that you don't beat me into a dog, my dog will bite you first:"

Listening to this extremely indecent sentence, Mo Shanshan was angry and ashamed, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Ning Que stared at the blush that gradually appeared on her face, instantly forgot her previous shame and anger, and asked curiously: "Didn't you say that the disciples of Ink Pond Yuan don't like to apply rouge, when did they start applying it again?"

Mo Shanshan became more and more ashamed, but this time he was ashamed and angry.

She didn't want to pay any more attention to the toilet, flicked her sleeve, and turned to walk into the tent.

Ning Que looked at the girl's back and was stunned, sped up her pace and chased after her, shouting: "Don't hurry to go, there are still some things that have not been explained, you have to listen to me." ”

Mo Shanshan stopped, didn't look back, and said indifferently: "What's the matter?"

Ning Hao can go to her and do it very solemnly.

Mo Shanshan was slightly stunned.

Ning Que said with a shy face: "I want to discuss something with you, the mountain master." ”

Mo Shanshan looked at his hippie smiling face, thinking about the face reflected on the still water of the ink pool in the summer, how could he not contact him, he felt a little depressed more and more, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Danger is such a thing, I knew it very well from a very young age. ”

Ning Que suppressed the smile on his face, and said very solemnly: "The temple does not require the masters of the Cave Xuan Realm of all sects to enter the Desolate Tribe together, since it is an investigation, of course, secrecy is the first, just wait for it to say that you can go by yourself, in this case, I think the two of us can go together?"

Isn't this enough? Do you want to go on with him? What do you want to do? Mo Shanshan opened his eyes and looked at him close at hand, and suddenly felt that his hands didn't know where to put them, and asked in a very subtle trill, "Why?"

"If we go to the Desolate Tribe together, even if we really meet the legendary Demon Sect Elder, we cooperate with each other, and the chance of survival is relatively high, and the most important thing is that you and I can perfectly solve the danger of the people in the temple or those bald heads in the Moon Wheel Country to our black hands. ”

The more Ning Que thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was appropriate, and waved his arms excitedly and said: "If you meet a guy who is even stronger than Dao idiot Ye Hongyu, we will definitely not be able to beat it, when the time comes, you drag Dao idiot, I will run away on a big black horse, as long as I can escape, I am a witness, where does Dao Idiot dare to kill you?"

Suddenly, he noticed that Mo Shanshan's face had become a little pale, and his usual casual gaze had become extremely sharp, and the flames of anger could be faintly seen.

Ning Que thought that she might have misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "The opposite situation is also true, I can drag a strong enemy, you escape first, then the other party will not dare to kill me, a miscellaneous disciple of the eldest son, and it is a small game in which you and I are witnesses to each other, but it is not that I want to use you as the tail of a gecko." ”

Hope and disappointment follow one another, especially this subtle and slightly sour expectation involving spring breeze, which will make every young girl feel ashamed and annoyed.

Although Mo Shanshan is not an ordinary girl, she is a girl after all.

It's like Ning Que, although he is not ordinary and shameless, he is shameless after all.

Mo Shanshan stared at his eyes, and the burning flames in his eyes were about to burn all the virtuous and quiet qi of the legendary bookworm before gradually disappearing, turning into indifferent coldness, and said slowly: "When you encounter a powerful enemy, you just want to escape...... Don't you think that's too cowardly?"

The calm and indifferent words revealed undisguised contempt and displeasure, although Ning Que had been accustomed to seeing the indifference and tranquility of the girl talisman all the way, but that and contempt were two different things, he was also a little annoyed, and said: "If you say that you are going to be beaten into a dead dog, can't you escape?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the natural look on his face, and thought to himself, You are actually embarrassed to express your dissatisfaction? The hands in his sleeves trembled slightly, and it seemed that he might clench into fists and smash out at any time.

She stared at him for a long time as if she were studying an inkstone, as if she wanted to see whether this was a precious Huangzhou sunken mud inkstone or a cheap and worthless yellow mud inkstone.

It's been a long time.

The girl looked at him disappointed and asked, "Master...... How could someone like you be accepted as a student?"

Ning Que spread out his hands and replied honestly: "Because the eldest son himself doesn't know that there are more students like me, I sometimes wonder if he knows that I am such a person......

Mo Shanshan looked at his sincere appearance, and didn't know what to say at all, only then did he realize that his previous opinion was correct, and it was a very confusing thing to look at people by words.

Reality and imagination are two different things, for this, she has been mentally prepared, but with the deepening of contact, she still did not understand, how can the person who can write those postings be so brazen?

"You're overpicking. ”

Mo Shanshan suddenly spoke, walked to the side of the case, and spread out a roll of Xuanzhou bud paper.

Ning Que didn't know what he meant, walked over and sat down, looked at the thickness of the yellowish paper and the dense flocculent marks on it, and praised loudly: "Good paper, such good paper, I have only seen it in His Majesty's imperial study." ”

Mo Shanshan ignored his praise, poured water into the inkstone with an expressionless face, lightly lifted the ink block and grinded it for a while, pointed to the curtain-like brushes on the pen stand, and said, "Pick yourself." ”

Ning Que vaguely guessed what he was going to ask Zi Si to do, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and after a moment of silence, he picked out a tube of Zihao that he was most accustomed to, and then began to adjust his breathing.

Sure enough, Mo Shanshan said expressionlessly: "Write." ”

There is no reason for the prefix and no reason for the request, just a crunchy word, concise and straightforward.

Ning Que asked honestly, "What to write?"

After Mo Shanshan was silent for a moment, he said, "Feel free to write a note." ”

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I don't have to leave a message to anyone at this time, what is it to write that thing:"

When the words fell, he finished his breathing, slightly calmed, his wrist was slightly condensed, and the full tip of the ink on his feet fell on the Xuanzhou bud paper: he is now a famous calligrapher in Chang'an City, but the girl he is facing is a world-famous bookworm, and he does not dare to be slack, on the contrary, he has to show the best level in order to show respect.

It doesn't take long to lift the pen back to the wrist, and a cursive script has been completed.

The strength is vigorous, the changes are gratuitous, and the circle and flight are still frustrating and dangerous.

Ning Que put down his pen, looked at it for a moment, and was very satisfied.

Then he looked at Mo Shanshan, a little worried in his heart, and he didn't know if she was satisfied.

Mo Shanshan turned to the opposite side of the case, squeezed him aside, lowered his head close to the ink paper, and looked at it attentively for a long time, neither on his face nor in his eyes.

Looking at the flying ink and grass on the paper, the girl thought silently, it is indeed a precious Huangzhou sinking mud inkstone.

The inkstone she used for herself was the Huangzhou sinking mud inkstone.

The curtain had faded and the night was coming, and a few lights were lit in the tent at some point, and the dim light shone on Ning Que's side face, clearly reflecting the strange expression on his face that was mixed with anxiety and confidence.

Mo Shanshan looked at his side face, and suddenly remembered the side face next to the window on the journey, and thought of the young man in the carriage who was full of secrets and viciousness, teaching how to kill, and gradually figured out some things.

Whether it is a precious Huangzhou sunken mud inkstone or a cheap yellow mud inkstone, as long as you can write good words, it is a good inkstone.

At that time, he was also him, and he was also very worthy of liking, otherwise at that time, why would you be in a hurry to say that you have someone you like when he said that he liked you?

Mo Shanshan understood his intentions, couldn't help but bow his head slightly, and let out a silent smile, under the dim light, this smile was so indescribable.

It's just that her eyes fell on the scribbled ink paper, and the smile on her face became a little lighter, thinking that although this word is good, it's a pity that it's not the word she wants, I don't want a wide middle hall, all I want is a small note.

When will you write me a small note?

"I love your words. ”

Mo Shanshan looked up at Ning Que and said calmly, there was no pause or unnaturalness in the middle of this sentence.

In the corner of the camp tent in the middle of the night, the girl talisman took the piece of paper and watched quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

The lynx girl looked at that place, her thin eyebrows frowned, her bright eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and she said indignantly: "How negative men are in the world, I didn't expect Senior Brother Ning to be such a person." ”

Zhu Zhihua was slightly stunned, thinking that he really shouldn't tell this little girl about those things, and said with a smile: "Mr. Thirteen doesn't know the mountain lord's affection for him, so he has no intention at all?"

The Tmall girl stuffed the milk tablets into her mouth and chewed hard, snorted and said: "It's more hateful to have no heart and no lungs:"

Chu Zhihua smiled and said: "Don't be troublesome, the mountain master is not such a vulgar woman who dare not speak." ”

The cold wind is sluggish, the snow is drifting, the long road is long, and the rest is going again.

Deep into the wilderness, approaching the desolate tribe, the sky and the earth are already pure white, and a few trees can occasionally be seen in the snowy fields, and there are some hoof prints left by wild beasts.

Just before entering this snowfield, Ning Que got the last bit of information sent by the Tianshu Office and the Dark Shiwei, confirming that the caravan that came out of Tuyang City did not stay in the royal court for too long, it should have turned north from the front one, the mountain meridian, and then disappeared.

He picked up a branch and drew a map on the snow and the route he would take thereafter.

"Write a few words and see. ”

Mo Shanshan took off his snow coat hat and looked at him and said calmly.

Ning Que said bitterly: "I wrote all the way, I am already about to see the desolate people, and I still want to write?"

Mo Shanshan pointed to the flat snow in front of him and said, "Hurry up, I like to read the words you wrote:"@."