Nightfall Chapter 10: Behind the mountain, behind the fence
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter Ten, Behind the Mountain, Behind the Fence
Mo Shanshan is neither satisfied nor satisfied. She is satisfied that Ning Que doesn't know herself, so there will be a lot less noise in her ears, which can be a lot of trouble. She was not satisfied that Ning Que didn't know herself, so some of her original ideas had to be overthrown.
Because of the conflicting and complicated mood, she didn't know what to say more, so she had to learn from the master's usual appearance, gently patted the other person on the shoulder, and turned away.
Ning Que looked at her back, thinking that the girl from Mochiyuan was so proud and indifferent.
Tmall female noticed his face, worried that he might misunderstand the senior sister, and was unhappy. However, she wanted to explain for the senior sister, but it was a little inconvenient. She was anxious and had no choice but to hum and walk away. .
"I don’t doubt the identity of Senior Brother Zhong’s College Student. The other party is Chang’an College. It should be no problem with people’s convenience and convenience. However, Senior Brother Zhong is from the Tang Dynasty after all. He has countless ways to enter the wasteland and can follow him. If Yanjun left, he could go with the envoy of the Tang court, but he just wanted to hide his identity and follow us into the wasteland..."
Beside the fire at night, Zhuo Zhihua looked at Mo Shanshan beside him, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "No matter how he explained to the Lord before, how many Tang courts and academies are behind this incident But it’s definitely not a trivial matter to think about it. The country is weak, and it’s hard to get out of such a major event."
Tmall shook her head and said, "What is this afraid of? It must be good to follow the academy into the wasteland. Even if it will cause us trouble, we are equal to the same amulet." /
Zhu Zhihua smiled helplessly and rubbed the girl's head. He thought that although the two countries had good relations for generations, if it was really a dispute between Tang and the temple as she imagined, the amulet might become a life-death talisman.
Mo Shanshan, who has been listening quietly, said at this time: "Let him follow my carriage."
Listening to these words, the female Tmall clapped her hands lightly, laughed, and looked at Jue Zhihua comfortingly: "Senior sister is staring, so what are you afraid of? Even if Senior Brother Zhong is a master of the second floor of the college , Won’t be messy?"
Mo Shanshan said softly: "He is not a student on the second floor... It's a shame to say it."
Tmall woman was surprised and asked: "Sister, how did you know?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the beating flames on the fire, as if looking further away, and said: "If he was a student on the second floor of the college, how could he have not heard my name?"
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The school lieutenant once questioned how Ning Que, as a two-story student, would not know the secret of the seven-volume book of heaven. Now Mo Shanshan has expelled him from the second floor of the academy because of his ignorance. If Ning Que knew At this point, I think I will be depressed again when I only know how to practice in the back of the academy, but I forgot to ask these things.
On the second day, Ning Que rode a **** horse to the shore of the blue lake, with heavy bags resting on both sides of the horse's back. The pressed **** horse kept swinging its head and exhaling heat. He looked extremely dissatisfied, but he seemed to have little power. There are signs of failure.
Changed to the ordinary Mochiyuan disciple's uniform, and put on a hat to cover most of his face. Ning Que was not very satisfied. He pulled out the mask that Sangsang had sewn by himself from his suitcase and put it on carefully.
Mo Shanshan walked out from behind the yellow cloth. Today she did not wear that plain white dress, nor did she have the wide blue tie around her waist. She wore a plain wide skirt like other Dahe country girls. , Wearing a hat with a veil on the top of her head, hiding all her beautiful eyebrows behind the veil, not real.
Both people want to change their faces and make themselves the least noticeable. They just have seen each other's true colors, so they suddenly find that the other person's thinking is the same as their own, which is a bit weird.
The two glanced at each other, did not speak, and passed by.
At that moment, Ning Que noticed that the girl's gaze behind the veil did not completely fall on him, and her brows wrinkled, thinking that she wanted to show her to herself. Of disdain?
He made a cut in his heart, thinking about pretending to be lonely and pretending to be indifference. Even Prince Longqing is not my opponent. You, a good young girl, don't want to hit yourself with this look.
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The Mochiyuan disciples completed the formation and marched eastward to the side of the coalition camp. They received from the logistics office the food and grass provided by the Central Plains to assist the King's Court of the Left Account. The people of the Central Plains Allied Forces and the Moon Nation knew that real difficulties and dangers would appear after entering the wasteland, so they did not encounter any twists and turns, or make things difficult.
Two hundred swallow riders, more than a hundred drivers, a dozen disciples from Dahe Country Mochi Garden, simply left the frontier fortress, and walked into the cold and vast expanse accompanied by the winter breeze and false mornings. Wasteland.
Yan Qi, who escorted the food brigade, walked silently. The people driving the food truck were full of uneasiness or numbness. The disciples of Mochiyuan rushed around to guard, except for the food truck. There are also two carriages belonging to Mochi Garden. Mo Shanshan is in one of them, and Ning Que is closely following this carriage on a **** horse.
After traveling for more than ten miles, the military camp behind him has long since disappeared. He took off his hat and looked at the snow masses in the withered grass, and listened to the screams of eagles coming from nowhere. A glow of joy was born in the eyes outside the mask, so that the familiar scenery has not been seen for a long time, and even the slight pain after the cold air enters the lung lobe makes him feel at home.
The next few days were lacklustre, and the team that moved slowly on the wasteland was able to drag out a large amount of dry dust. It was quite imposing. It did not encounter the short-eyed horse thief soldiers, and did not encounter anything. Strange things.
Since the temple has entrusted such a difficult task to Mochiyuan, it is already embarrassing, so what has been done on the bright side is still in place, and the supreme command power of this food delivery team is also handed over. In Mochi Garden, 200 Yanqi and Liangche must obey the orders of these girls.
When Ning Quetijiang came to the carriage and spoke a few words to Mo Shanshan through the window, the originally arranged Yanjun guide was officially laid off. The route of the team, the choice of camping site, the schedule, all It's up to him.
Under his command, the team strictly follows the surrounding hills of Yaozihai. Although it may not be possible to find water every day, it can at least guarantee a sufficient supply of firewood. The team started camp very early every day, and just after noon, Ning Que asked to find a campsite and began to prepare to rest.
The leader of Yanqi once raised objections, thinking that the distance traveled every day is too short. At the current speed, when the food team arrives at the royal court, I am afraid that time is too late, so that the tribal herdsmen will starve to death. It is the real troublesome issue after the major event of the temple and the king's negotiation.
The girls from Dahe Country didn’t pay attention to the leader’s objections. In their view, since the mountain master decided to let the senior from the college be responsible, the one who listened to this senior was, how can there be so much talk, as long as you can They went into the original peacefully and retreated happily. They didn't bother to care whether the temple was angry or not.
Although the wasteland has entered winter, it is not too cold at this time. Although the declining grass, barnyard branches and remnants of snow seem boring, it is still a fresh journey for these girls from the south.
Although Ning Que has never been to this wasteland on the eastern side of Minshan Mountain, this kind of scenery and this kind of journey is really not new. He has done countless things for guiding the way, setting up camps, exploring the wind, and watching animal dung. Second thing.
Most of the time, he rode a **** horse slowly and freely. The bridle of the **** horse is specially made, so you can walk freely while lowering your head to eat grass. He was also specially created from body to soul. In this silent and boring walk, he calmly felt the cold world and looked for the aura of breaking through.
Occasionally, he will take Tmall to shoot a few yellow goats to improve everyone's lives.
What a winter wasteland scenery.
A good trip to the wilderness.
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Before and after Ning Que, dressed as a disciple of Mochiyuan, entered the wasteland, there were many strong men from the Central Plains who entered this territory that seemed a little mysterious, strange and difficult to them. Among these strong men were from the Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty. Masters, there are monks from the White Pagoda Temple in the Moon Kingdom, the men from the Southern Jin Jiange, and the executioners who are known for their cold-blooded solemnity.
Prince Longqing is naturally the best among these powerful men. I don't know where he is standing in the wasteland, where he is looking at the scenery, and what he is thinking about at this moment.
But not many people know that the real power of the Temple Judgment Division, the strongest man who suppressed the prince Longqing, who was struggling to breathe, had already received the order of the Great Judgment Officer several months earlier and entered alone. wilderness.
As the most hard-working, hard-working Taoist Red Fish in the world’s three idiots, he was standing at the top of a meadow outside the white cloth of the left tent, looking blankly. Looking at the night sky further north, she didn't know what she was thinking at this time, but she would definitely disdain to think about the whereabouts of Prince Longqing and those subordinates.
Let us set back time for a few months and return to the scene when she just left Xiling Taoshan.
The red dress floated out of the magnificent temple like a gorgeous fire cloud.
The ruling priest sits indifferently on the sacred seat carved from the whole piece of South China Sea ink jade, slowly moved his gaze back from the bead curtain, closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "How is the bright priest now? "
The priest respectfully standing under the seat of the gods heard the five characters of the bright gods, his body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and replied: "His old man is the same as before. He recites the doctrinal scriptures every day. It seems...nothing unusual. "
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Xiling Taoshan is also known as the sacred mountain. On the side of the mountain facing the sun to the south, there are thousands of pink peaches in bloom, and the Taoist temple hidden in the cliffs between the flowers and trees rises higher and higher, looking extremely magnificent and solemn.
On the other side of the mountain is a steep cliff. The smooth boulder seems to have been split by the gods. There are almost no cracks and soil. Not to mention the peach blossoms, not even a weed can survive on it.
The most stubborn weeds cannot stand firm on the rock wall, but people can.
Countless years ago, inspired by fanatical worship, the most pious followers of Haotian Daomen used the most primitive tools and the most primitive methods to dig dozens of penetrations on the rock wall with their own hands. The steep stone path in between. In the process of building these stone paths, I don’t know how many people fell down the cliffs and the bones were hard to find, but in the end the believers did what they wanted to do. This is probably the real reason why human beings are above all things in the world.
The middle-aged priest walked slowly on the steep stone path, like a huge rock wall falling like a sky, right next to his shoulder, as if giving people a huge pressure, even before the ruling of the great priest seat His waist, which was still slightly straight, was completely bent down on the stone path, almost crawling like an ant.
Walking along the steep stone path along the huge zigzag for a long time, the middle-aged priest finally reached the depths below the rock wall behind Taoshan, where it has been surrounded by clouds and fog that never dissipate all day long, and there is no sunshine all day long. , It’s hard to see the five fingers when you reach out, you can only feel the dampness around your body and the sound of water from somewhere.
There was a door deep in the fog. The middle-aged priest stood in front of the door and was silent for a while, pushing the door and entering.
Behind the door is a gloomy world, with a faint smell of blood echoing in the dry passages, and the dim bean-point lights shining on the iron wall, making the complex and gorgeous rune lines on the wall a bit weird and heavy. .
This is Youge, a place that thousands of Haotian believers in the world have never heard of. It is responsible for imprisoning the remnants of the Demon Sect and the sinners judged as heretics by the Xiling Temple, and only those sinful sins that cannot even be burnt Only sinners who are filthy are qualified to be locked up here.
The Haotian Dao Sect is located in the Taoshan Lidian. It has been an unknown number of years. In the long time, no one has ever been able to escape from the sinner who was locked in the Youge, because there is a terrifying figure who can escape from the Youge. , I would never be captured by the temple, but if I couldn't escape, I would never escape. I could only spend this long life in pain and helplessness in the isolation between the darkness and Haotian.
The middle-aged priest walked silently with his head down in the dim passage. He walked for a long, long time, and the passage seemed to have no end. A wooden fence appeared when the passage seemed to run through the entire sacred mountain.
This wooden fence looks ordinary and common. It is not a precious wood. There are no runes written by a rune master. The wooden bars are widely spaced, so wide that a person can walk out casually.
However, such a wooden fence imprisoned someone for fourteen years.
The middle-aged priest lifted the robe, knelt to the wooden fence, knocked his head three times at the old man with withered shawl behind the fence, his voice trembled slightly and said: "I have seen the great priest."
Behind the column, the old man was chanting a scroll of Haotian classics in his hand, and he turned around after listening to the sound.
The old man's cheeks are extremely thin, his expression is calm and peaceful, and the sunken eye sockets are filled with holy light. That radiance is so peaceful and pure, without any impurities or dirt, as if to be able to see through everything in the world, to be able to see everything in the world and the darkness between the outside and the heart of everyone, and it is extremely bright.
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(I don’t know if I have time to write tomorrow. If there is no annual leave announcement, I will try to write another chapter before going home.)