Nightfall Chapter 28: On the carriage

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 28, On the Carriage

Hearing these words, the girl talisman lowered her head and looked at the white dress on her lap. It seemed that the lace there was very beautiful, but in fact the white dress was pure and there was nothing on it.

The carriage was still moving, the wind on the field lifted the curtain, and the morning sun poured in. The morning light reflected on the black and white pigmented decorations in the carriage, falling on her black hair and white face, separating out a few rays of light and shadow, a calm and sure voice, slowly said from her lips: "I think , I already have someone I like."

The morning sun also fell on Ning Que's body. He did not think that his habitual way of speaking would cause misunderstandings. He smiled awkwardly, and his smile appeared extremely gentle in the morning light: "I have a lot of people I like, and liking is my common expression for expressing kindness, hope It won’t make you feel too abrupt."

The land of the wasteland was hard and dry by the cold wind, and the wheels were shaken from time to time when walking on it. The carriage was not big, and the two sat facing each other. The distance could not be too far. As the carriage undulated, the knees were about to touch together.

Ning Que moved back and leaned on the cotton pad by the window. His sore body finally found a point of support. He could not help but let out a comfortable sigh, looking at the beautiful face of the girl close at hand, and said:" This world is like this, there is no need to be upset about disgusting things."

He made-up for Mo Shanshan yesterday, combing her black waterfall-like hair and tying her back. Woke up this morning, Mo Shanshan still keeps this hair style. I don’t know if she doesn’t care about it or thinks Ning Que's craftsmanship is indeed good, so when she habitually stroked her forehead hair, her slender fingers were lost.

She asked seriously: "Happiness and disgust are emotions, how can we suppress it?"

Ning Que leaned against the window, his eyes narrowed slightly by the morning light from the corner of the curtain, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I don't mean to suppress this emotion, but not to be affected by it. It’s not cost-effective to use other people’s mistakes to punish yourself."

Mo Shanshan's two thick eyebrows slowly furrowed, and he persistently asked: "But anger is anger."

Ning Que looked at her eyebrows, suddenly felt the urge to touch with her fingers, retracted her hands into her sleeves, and said: "Since you are angry, of course you have to vent your anger as quickly as possible, so I support you to go to Wang Court. , But have you thought about it clearly, what should you do if you meet that group of temple cavalry or those nobles in the royal court?"

Mo Shanshan shook her head expressionlessly. She just instinctively thought that she should go to the royal court to find the group of temple cavalry and those people on the meadow, and seek justice for the dead fellows and the people. .

As if guessing what she was thinking in her heart, Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "Justice has never existed before. Even if your strength status is strong enough, sometimes you can't get it back. So venting this kind of thing has nothing to do with justice, only fairness. What is fairness? When others beat us, we beat them, and when others scold us, we beat them. When others want to kill us, we kill him first. "

Mo Shanshan looked at him with his eyes open. He didn't seem to expect that many things would come out of his mouth. It became so simple and presumptuous. He frowned and asked, "You...Tang people, they all look at things like this. ?"

"Almost." Ning Que said with a smile: "We have been receiving this kind of education since we were born."

Mo Shanshan stretched out his hand and raised the curtain on the window of the car next to him, looking at the desolate and desolate scene of the wasteland, looking at the lonely birds in the sky in the distance, thinking of the people in the carriage on the meadow yesterday, After a moment of silence, he said, "What if I can't kill those people in the royal court?"

The temple cavalry and the nobles they protect, naturally cannot be killed casually, even if she is a well-known bookworm, Ning Que looked at her with a dazed expression and vaguely guessed that the identities of those people on the meadow might be extremely high.

"Who are the people who stayed on the meadow yesterday?"

Mo Shanshan turned his head and looked at him and said softly: "Tianyuyuan student and the monk of Baita Temple, if you want to ask the person in the carriage, she is the princess of the Moon Kingdom and also from the Tianyuyuan Beloved."

Ning Que's frowning brows gradually stretched, and the change in his expression did not mean that his mood was relaxed, but that he was a little surprised, and said: "The idiot Lu Chenjia? What does the legendary wonderful man come to the wasteland?"

Mo Shanshan suddenly laughed as he watched him, his originally somewhat dull expression suddenly became vivid because of this rare smile, especially the sloppy and cold eyes in his eyes, which suddenly became a bit cute.

"You didn't know that Mo Shanshan was a bookworm, but you knew the name of an idiot."

Ning Que smiled, thinking that if it was the nymphomaniac, people like himself would go to the king's court to ask for justice. He was really wishful thinking. After his smile gradually reduced, he looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You can't kill, and you want to vent your anger. , Maybe I can give you some ideas. What is her favorite or important thing about Lu Chenjia, an idiot?"

"She is called a nympho, and the one she loves most is naturally flowers."

Mo Shanshan looked at Ning Que's face stupidly like an idiot, and said: "Other than that, everyone knows that she is obsessed with Prince Longqing, in fact she is a very noble person."

Ning Que thought about it for a moment and said: "Venturing is nothing more than bullying. If you want to vent your breath in the palace, then you can start directly from the two things of flower and Qing Gao."

Then he began to make serious plans for Mo Shanshan. Once he met Lu Chenjia in the royal court, what should he do to express the grievances of the disciples of Mochiyuan and how to avoid causing too much trouble? Vibration.

Listening to these almost trivial things, but after careful consideration, there are indeed some insidious ideas, Mo Shanshan's brows frowned slightly. She looked at Ning Que's smiling face in the morning light, looked at his fresh little dimple, and suddenly felt that his smile was so hateful and so cute.

Bullying people is Ning Que's favorite thing to do, bullying strong with the weak is even more loving than making love. He thought to himself that he had bullied Prince Longqing once in advance. He didn't know what the **** would think of him when he knew it. Excited as he was thinking about it, Yu Guangli suddenly found that Mo Shanshan was looking at him intently before realizing himself. A little smug, I couldn't help but smile awkwardly

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Ning Que asked: "Are you familiar with the nympho?"

At this time, Mo Shanshan was grinding ink and laying paper. In order to keep her distance from Ning Que, the waist and hip pressed on her calf were as close to the window as possible, and he replied: "She had been to Moganshan a few years ago. I have been with her for dozens of days."

Ning Que, leaning on the car board, looked up at the plain decorations in the car, raised his brows slightly, and asked: "What kind of person is an idiot? He looks very beautiful? He really loves flowers like the legend? "

Mo Shanshan's right hand holding the penholder was slightly stagnant, turned around and glanced at him, and said, "Are you interested in her?"

Ning Que said with a smile: "I'm really curious about what Prince Longqing’s fiancé looks like, because I have always been surprised, is there a woman in this world who will not feel inferior to Prince Longqing’s perfect face?"

Mo Shanshan gently put the pen on the shelf, turned around with his hand, turned his head slightly to look at him, and asked: "Have you seen Prince Longqing?"

"Even if you haven't seen it before, everyone knows that His Royal Highness is the most beautiful man in the world."

After saying this, Ning Que found that the girl talisman was still staring at him. Knowing that she didn't believe this statement, she raised her hands like surrender and said with a smile: "Well, I admit that I have seen him."

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, not knowing what was thinking, Jing Ruoqiu Lake's rippling gaze suddenly became bright for a moment, his lips moved slightly to ask, but in the end he didn't ask anything, he looked a little flustered .

Perhaps to conceal the panic from the previous moment, she lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyelashes, sat down with her hands on her lap, and talked about another thing: "You have analyzed that the goal of the horse thief is not for food. , It should be me, but in fact their target should be you."

She raised her head and looked at Ning Que as if she was looking at the wasteland scenery outside the window behind Ning Que, and said seriously: "I can see the picture behind the wall of fire very clearly. They came prepared and wanted to kill. You."

The sentence that was not asked was still not asked. Ning Que knew that she had doubted her identity for a long time, but did not directly ask, which made him a little grateful, but at this time he was still hesitating when to tell Dahe Country The girls' true identities do not know how to answer the conversation.

Referring to the fire block in the battle yesterday, he remembered the horrible hole that half a **** had struck on the wall of fire, and said: "At the time I thought that was the last sky-burning fire talisman you could display. Exhaustion means that the simplest talisman cannot be displayed. I didn't expect you to hide such a hand."

Mo Shanshan suddenly leaned forward, saluted very seriously, and said softly, "I also want to thank you, brother, for your advice on how to fight the day before. Shanshan thanked me."

Ning Que was stunned. He remembered that he had severely reprimanded her a few days ago, saying that she was a woman, saying that she didn’t know how to fight, and didn’t know how to save the most powerful force for the most critical moment. . At that time, he hadn't fully guessed her identity. At this time, he thought he was teaching a bookworm how to fight, and his emotions were a little rippling.

"In any case, we can only survive by relying on your half rune."

At that time, he was in a critical situation and didn't have a clear sense of the earth-shattering rune, but after thinking about it last night, he became more and more impressed by the girl rune master opposite.

Cultivating in the five realms and challenging across the boundary is not a great thing. As Chen Pipi said, with his cultivation aptitude, even if he enters the realm of Zhiming, he is also the weakest Zhiming in history. If there is no other means, any Dongxuan Anyone in the realm can try to challenge or even kill him across the border.

But the realm is the realm. Mo Shanshan obviously still stayed in the cave, but he was able to cross the boundary to display the indefinite talisman that only the **** rune master can display. This fact made Ning Que deeply shocked and extremely puzzled.

Master Yan Se determined that he was a genius of Talismans that is hard to find in the world. However, looking at the girl in white clothes sitting quietly on her knees and her beautiful cheeks that are not disgusting or displeased, Ning Que rarely gave birth. Confident mentality.

"Master, did you know that the most talented Fudao heir in the world was robbed by the book saints, so you would choose me next, but in this way, my apprentice has no face."

Of course, Mo Shanshan couldn't guess Ning Que's psychological activities at this time, let alone know that he was slandering a respected rune master and complaining about himself, bowing together, and earnestly asking: "Brother Zhong..."

Ning Que woke up and seriously corrected: "I said, you can call me thirteen."

Mo Shanshan was stunned, feeling a bit awkward in this name, hesitated for a while and said a little bit: "Thirteen...Brother, I want to ask you something."

Seeing that she was serious and serious, Ning Que didn't know what was going on, so he grabbed his heart and said, "Please tell me."

Mo Shanshan said: "I have been practicing Talismans since I was a child, and the stars have moved from day to day for more than ten years. The two things I have been in contact with are the two things. I would like to ask my brother to teach me how to fight with me and how to win. ."

Ning Que looked at her serious expression, and knew in his heart that it should be yesterday’s battle, so that this young girl talisman who had a history of life but had already become famous has suffered some kind of impact on the world’s view of this world. This request.

On the realm of cultivation, he knows that he is very busy. Whether it is compared with the senior brothers and sisters in the back mountain, or with the prince Longqing, the **** the opposite side, Fu Shi, is not worth mentioning, but when it comes to fighting, He was struggling to dance on the blade between life and death, and his whole life was constantly fighting, extremely confident.

"Fighting is a very simple matter, that is, how to make the opponent lose the ability to hurt ourselves while protecting ourselves, so we must first know what strength we have and what strength the enemy has."

Ning Que pointed to the roof of the carriage above the two of them, and said, "We first need to know how high the car is from the roof to the floor, and then we know how high we are before we know whether we will bump our heads when we stand up. It may be the roof of the car, but I don’t think many people are willing to use their heads to measure the hardness of the roof."

Very simple language, very simple metaphor, but it can be described more clearly than the preparations before the battle.

When Mo Shanshan was thinking, his eyes were more sloppy and indifferent, and he didn't know where she was looking. She murmured softly: "How can you tell that the other party has lost the ability to hurt yourself?"

Ning Que likes to answer this kind of seemingly stupid but very important question. He leaned on the cotton pad by the car window, raised his hand in the air and waved, and replied: "Broken arm and leg, this is the most common The means of serious injury, but if you need to make sure that the opponent loses all combat effectiveness, remember one sentence: Only dead are safe."

Hearing these words, Mo Shanshan's eyes looked a little dazed, and he didn't seem to understand very well, why when it comes to fighting, Ning Que always put death to the forefront very directly. She has been with Teacher Mochi since her childhood. In the education received, the contest between practitioners, victory or defeat does not necessarily have to be divided into birth and death.

Looking at her expression, Ning Que realized that this bookworm girl was really a white lotus flower born in Mochi. Before she came to the wasteland, she was completely unaware of the sufferings in the world, and she couldn't help but say with great heart: "If you are in Mochi Chi Qingxiu, of course, there is no need to think about these issues. Just like me, if I hide in the academy at this time, I only need to play chess and fight iron to listen to music that day. I don’t know how happy life is, but Xiaolouzhi Outside the world, every time the wind, frost, snow and rain are like swords, since you have set foot in it, you must understand how to write the word sinister."

Mo Shanshan listened to him sincerely and attentively, nodded to show that he had been taught, and at the same time gave him a grateful look. It was a pity that her eyes were still so loose, even the gratitude could not make Ning Que clearly feel.

"Brother Thirteen, if the opponent's strength is far beyond yours, how to defeat the opponent?"

"Mountain Lord..."

"Brother Thirteen, you can call my name directly."

"If this is known to the worldly people, it will inevitably feel that I am too disrespectful."

"Then please call me Junior Sister Shanshan."

"Junior Sister Shanshan, the question you just asked... is basically unanswerable. If anyone can answer this question perfectly, then he is the most powerful person in the world, because someone stronger than him can do everything. Beat."

Mo Shanshan frowned, and after a long silence, he asked seriously: "Brother, what are you saying...Is it ironic?"

Ning Que stared at her blankly. From the waist of the blue sea, he discovered a fact that made him feel a little uncomfortable. Apart from Sangsang, there was finally someone who could defeat him countless times.

"Junior Sister, you can think of this as irony, but please don't think too much about it. The irony in my language habits is often just to deepen the listener's impression, because this matter is very important."

Mo Shanshan nodded and continued to ask: "Then how can I defeat an enemy far stronger than himself?"

Ning Que replied seriously: "When encountering an enemy far stronger than myself, I insist that we have only one choice."

Mo Shanshan raised his face slightly, and asked expectantly: "What choice?"

Ning Que said: "Escape."

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"You don’t need to be speechless. Escape is also a kind of battle, because facing an opponent far stronger than yourself, even if you want to escape, you may not be able to escape successfully. If you want, I can teach you from escape."

"Brother, don't say victory, consider defeat first. It is indeed a very good character, but I still want to learn victory first."

Mo Shanshan sits on the small platform by the window, holding an ink pen, ready to record seriously.

Ning Que could not help but feel a little proud of seeing this scene, and could not help but think of last spring, on the carriage returning from the wasteland, she used to take the ink pen and write down the old Lu carefully on the paper like her. Every word and every word of the husband gave birth to a lot of complicated emotions, and after a little peace of mind, he said seriously:

"You are right. The younger generation in the world has few people who can surpass you in the realm of practice. I believe that in most cases, the opponent you face is like yesterday's horse thief. Weaker than you."

He said seriously: "When facing an opponent who is weaker than yourself, you cannot have sympathy, compassion, arrogance and arrogance, and you cannot regard the opponent as the weak, but as the strongest enemy. Look."

"But you must remember that you must not despise the opponent in your fighting spirit. You should have a choice in tactics. Fighting rabbits with a strong enemy and weak should be like a tiger. All the power is transported to the palms, and then the weak rabbits are killed. Instead, they focus on the weak rabbits and don't give the weak rabbits any chance to escape. Killing the rabbits at once eliminates the exhaustion of chasing and struggling, but can cherish the strength. If it appears, hundreds of rabbits dare not move."

Mo Shanshan wrote down this passage, raised his head, looked at him and asked: "What if two tigers meet?"

Ning Que said: "Pretending to be injured and begging for pity, I have silently loved you for ten thousand years. I tried everything I could to weaken his mind, beat his mother, kill his family, and slap his cubs, and do everything possible to provoke him Mind, if you wear shoes, go to the thorny ground, if your clothes are thick, choose the bitter and cold ground, try every means to create a fighting background that suits you, and if the opponent is strong, you can walk and fight with your claws, cut through the skin and let it continue. If you bleed, the other party’s claws will be strong, so you can stand still, and let them take a small injury to choose an opportunity to enter the desperate situation, and do everything possible to hide yourself and take the lead."

Mo Shanshan listened to him talking about various situations, his eyes became more and more distracted, and he muttered to himself subconsciously: "It sounds like a troublesome look. Where can I find so many ways?" "

"If none of the methods work, then you only need to remember the last one."

Ning Que looked at her and said seriously: "When two tigers meet, the brave wins."

Mo Shanshan opened his eyes, looked at him seriously, and was silent for a long time, before he fully understood the meaning of this passage, and said softly: "Brother, you really know a lot."

Ning Que always feels that her focused gaze seems to be focused on other places. Listening to this praise, she can’t help feeling a little weird, saying: “Sister, you have countless admirers in the world. You are often praised by you. Can't stand it."

Mo Shanshan furrowed his eyebrows like ink, and asked puzzled: "Brother, why do you know so much?"

Ning Que adjusted his sitting posture and said with a smile: "Mr. Shuyuan once taught us a sentence. When you practice it, you will learn a lot. Junior sister, if you fight like me from childhood to most of the time, then you will naturally understand this. Many things."

The expression on Mo Shanshan's face became more and more dull: "Senior brother has fought so many fights...Are you very naughty when you were a kid?"

Ning Que's body is slightly stiff, and she feels it is really hard to talk to this white lotus in Mochi Garden.

Mo Shanshan asked: "Brother?"

Ning Que waved his hand tiredly and said, "Junior sister, I also have a question to ask you."

Mo Shanshan asked: "What's the problem?"

Ning Que looked into her eyes and asked: "Why do you never look at me with your straight eyes?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked puzzledly: "When did it happen?"

Ning Que felt that she was looking at the wasteland outside the window and sighed: "Anytime, anywhere, such as this time."

Mo Shanshan suddenly thought of something, his expression stiffened slightly, and after a moment of silence, he explained softly: "I have loved calligraphy since I was a child. I copy too many calligraphy, so my eyes are not very good."

Ning Que opened her lips slightly, not knowing what to say, only then did she realize that the bookworm who was famous all over the world turned out to be short-sighted, and the look in her eyes was a little astigmatic?

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(Gradually, I discovered that I have always had a complex with the bottom of the well, but this book has never been clearer in my mind. I will not be disrupted by many things in my planning. It is said that the stories and characters written by the writer have Time will become stronger than the book writer, and Jiang Ye will not happen, because I know exactly where the powerful Dongdong is. I love it, and there is still a chapter.)