Nightfall Chapter 156: Red Wall White Snow, I want you to like it

The night enveloped the city of Chang'an, and the eternal light in the corner of the imperial city spread a yellowish light to the ground. The dim light reflected the white snowflakes slowly dancing in front of the red palace wall. The picture was very beautiful.

This is the most remote section of the moat. Snow falling in the night sky fell silent on the surface of the river. In the quiet environment, the sound of the two walking on the snow became clearer. .

Mo Shanshan gently disturbed the hair flowing in front of him, looked at the snowflakes dancing in front of the red palace wall, and said softly: "The river is far in the south of the sky, and it is almost hard to see snow."

Ning Que thought about the distant country that is like spring all year round, and said, "I really want to see if I have a chance."

"The big river is narrow and the land is small, and the national power is weak. The northern part is the powerful southern Jin Dynasty, and the relationship with the moon wheel has always been bad. However, for hundreds of years, it has been able to guarantee peace and even prosperity and happiness, you know. Why?"

Ning Que shook his head.

Mo Shanshan looked at the Great Tang Palace in front of him, and said calmly: "Because there is a Great Tang in the world, there is this palace, because Dahe has been in good relations with your Tang country for generations, so although our two countries are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, In fact, Dahe has always been sheltered by your Tang State."

Ning Que was very clear that what she was telling was the truth, but she didn't understand why she mentioned it suddenly.

"The Southern Jin Dynasty and the Moon Wheel are very clear that if they do too much, if their army really invades Dahe, the army and the people of the Tang Dynasty, and the emperor in this palace, will not stand by. So don’t Many countries believe that the Datang Empire is an ambitious hegemon and the source of war. Only our Dahe people don’t think so. For us, only the Datang Empire exists. This dangerous, chaotic and realistic world is peaceful."

Mo Shanshan looked at him with a smile and said: “The world of the practitioner has never been separated from the secular world. Only when you are strong can you ensure the peace between Tang and Dahe. What you have to do now is to strengthen yourself and let Tang Guo has also become stronger than before."

When I heard this, Ning Que finally understood that at noon on the street outside the Libu, Shanshan probably guessed the hesitation in his state of mind, so at this time, he used the palace wall to explain himself a few words.

He shook his head and said, "Thank you for your understanding. Actually, I almost figured it out. If you want peace in the world, you can't just avoid fighting. I just don't understand. A Buddhist master like a sea monk. , Why can't I get rid of those maddening thoughts, why must I come to fight with me."

"Seeing a high palace wall, people always want to go behind the wall to see what stories are there. When they see a mountain peak, people always want to climb up to see what scenery there is."

Mo Shanshan pointed to the palace wall in the night on the other side of the moat, and said: "The monks are also people, they are also curious and yearning, and the group is their pride, so this emotion will become stronger. ."

Listening to this passage, Ning Que recalled the state of mind when he heard Chen Pipi talk about the real strong men in the world, and remembered the heroic attitude of looking at the peaks at the end of the sea of ​​clouds after successfully climbing that night. .

"For practitioners, the end of the long road to practice in the world is the unknowable place in the legend. They are in awe of the unknowable place, but they are full of desire to approach or even surpass each other, like Zhishouguan and Xuankong Temple. Nowhere to find, they can only see the academy, so they must try to climb the mountain of the academy."

In the light snow, Ning Que and Mo Shanshan walked forward holding **** umbrellas. The topic about the college’s entry into the WTO and being challenged by others ended. They looked at the thin ice floes on the moat and watched those who entered the water. The hidden snowflakes often remain silent for a long time, and occasionally I will discuss a few words in Fudao calligraphy when I feel the feeling.

They lived and died together in the wasteland for many days. They had a tacit understanding of their lives. Recently, they often traveled side by side in Chang'an. With the gentle touch of their shoulders, the girl’s hair occasionally drifted over someone’s nose. Gradually penetrated into every part of the body and even the soul, and the common preference for runic writing made it easy for them to perceive the intention of each other's eyes and every gesture, and that joyful and peaceful emotion gradually emerged.

When I reached a certain part of the moat bridge, the snow gradually stopped.

Ning Que stepped forward and took the **** umbrella.

Mo Shanshan walked a few steps forward, and then looked back at him. With this action, the waterfall-like black hair slipped from his shoulders, and the white skirt looked extraordinarily beautiful in front of the red palace wall, just like the previous ones. Falling snow.

Ning Que looked at her beautiful face and pressed her red lips tightly, and found that her eyes had not drifted away at all, they were calm and focused like never before, and she couldn't help feeling nervous.

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said: "In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, I said I like you."

Ning Que was startled, and squeezed out a sentence with some difficulty: "I remember."

Mo Shanshan raised his head slightly, his slightly round face looked particularly stubborn and proud: "I want you to like me too."

Ning Que's gaze crossed the girl’s shoulders, looking at the red palace wall in the night, and then found that there was nothing to look at, and then he looked at [Baidu Jiangyeba yy:108052] the slow flowing moat under the bridge. He found that the river in the night was like ink, and there was really nothing to look at, so he had to look at her face again and seriously said: "This is a fair thing."

Mo Shanshan slowly lowered his head, looked at the toe of the shoe in front of the skirt, and said in a soft voice: "Then do you like me?

This time Ning Que really looked at the palace wall behind the girl, because the large red palace wall has been higher than his parallel line of sight, occupying most of the area in the night, and it can serve as a good side. Background curtain wall.

Life is like all kinds of idiots. Mo Shanshan is a book idiot, so it is also a problem, and this is probably the most difficult question he has encountered in his life, so he needs to think carefully and keep it in his mind Some screens are repeatedly shown to determine the answer to this question.

By the side of the thin blue sea, on the branches in the morning, I saw the girl gently swinging with the wind, and the blue on her waist, and then I walked all the way to see her scattered and indifferent eyes , Looked at her beautiful eyebrows, the cute round face like a steamed bun, watched her cast half a rune, watched her fall from the air, and then walked in a car to talk about the calligraphy runes until Wang Ting Entering the Northern Wilderness again, I didn’t walk alone in the snow. I used to cook fish by the lake, and walked forward among the rocks full of mountains and valleys. He carried her on her back and she guided him. She said she liked his big dark horse and liked his words. , And then said that he liked him at the moment of death in front of the pile of bones.

These images flashed across the red palace wall in Ning Que's mind. The feelings he had touched and the things he had occasionally thought about appeared again. He couldn't confirm more things. But at least there is one thing he can confirm, and even if a girl is asked to say that sentence first, he feels that it is not correct for him to delay the time even for a moment.

He looked at the mountains in front of him, looked at her slightly trembling sparse eyelashes, and definitely said: "I like it."

Mo Shanshan's body was slightly stiff, and instead of raising his head to look at him, he walked directly to the bridge. She lowered her head and looked at the ink-like moat, watching the ice floes in the river gradually produce a shy smile on her face.

The battle between Ning Que and Monk Guanhai in the main hall of Nanmen Taoist Temple did not cause any disturbance in the secular world. The practitioners in the eyes of ordinary people living in the streets and lanes are just like the practitioners in the eyes of Ning Que back then. They are all gods who eat and drink without eating the fireworks, whizzing and flying on the clouds. When fighting, mortals are often reluctant to care as long as they don't suffer from disasters, and in fact they have no way of knowing these things.

But for the various schools in the spiritual world, the results of this battle have far-reaching impact. The failure of the elder of Lanke Temple to close the door and disciple Guanhai has proved once again that the Academy is the highest unattainable mountain in the world. The name of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, Ning Que, has truly entered the ranks of the so-called strong.

"The monk Guanhai lived in the mountains behind Lanke Temple in his early years, and his reputation was not obvious, but even if I had to defeat him, it would be a bit difficult. I didn’t expect Ning Que to beat him. It seems that he has improved recently. Very fast, or think, no one on Taoshan now thinks that he can win Longqing twice in a row because it depends on luck."

In a dark room of the Xiling Temple, Ye Hongyu looked at the dossier he had just received, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face. For some reason, she did not wear the iconic red dress, but instead. Simple Taoist robe.

A subordinate of the Temple Adjudication Division heard her saying this, he could not help but frowned slightly, and retorted in a deep voice: "No one can deny the rapid progress of this Thirteenth gentleman, but he was absolutely lucky to win the prince twice in a row. Xue If the prince is not at the critical moment of breaking the cliff above the cliff, how could he be calculated to succeed?"

Ye Hongyu quietly looked at the subordinate and said, "Conspiracy is also a kind of battle. Since you have become an enemy, do you still expect the enemy to show tolerance and grace? As long as it is fighting, it is fair, and you have to Remember, Haotian is also fair. A shameless guy like Ning Que can become a student on the second floor of the academy, and can be selected by Master Yan Se as a successor. Then he must have something worth learning outside of his luck. ."

The subordinate of the adjudication division dared not refute any more, so he bowed his head and said yes. He went out and walked under a tree beside the cliff. He glanced at the simple stone house, with a sneer on his face, lowered his voice and said to his companion:

"This trip to the wasteland, the temple suffered a serious setback. Prince Longqing may be dead. We, Mr. Ye Dasi, did not know what kind of powerful enemy he encountered, but was forced to fall into the realm. Hopefully, she still has such a confident appearance in front of us. Doesn’t she know that this is pathetic and ridiculous?"

On the trip to the wasteland, Ye Hongyu was indeed seriously injured, especially when Liansheng used the meal and meal method, and finally forced to fall into the realm to survive, which caused irreversible damage to her practice.

But she is a Dao idiot after all, and her cultivation level is still at the upper level of the Dongxuan. There is no way she can hear the whispers outside the house, but she is not angry, just gently tidy up the big blue robes, and then silent Closed his eyes.