Nightfall Chapter 3: Blue as waist (middle)

Volume II, Winter Lake, Chapter III, Blue Waist (Middle)

Ning Que, a soldier, hates this kind of battle exploits the most. Just as he said at this time, in the wasteland outside Weicheng, if he encounters other troops grabbing exploits in the Seven Castles, he and his partners will Directly draw a knife and cut it over, whoever wins the battle will go to. The rules and regulations on the wasteland are that simple.

The Tang Jun of Dongshengzhai watched his military exploits being snatched by Xiling's **** cavalry. Except for a few words of curse, he didn't draw a knife to chase the opponent to the point of piss? He was perplexed and inevitably angry. After a while, his mood calmed down. Thinking that this place is far away from Tuyang City, Tang Jun's general can't be too low-key and conservative.

He shook his head, looked at the wasteland far away from the lake and said: "If I take the troops into the wasteland to collect firewood, Xiling's gangsters dare to grab the firewood, you can see how I clean them."

Situ Yilan didn't say anything. She walked slowly along the lake with her hands on her back beside him. Suddenly she stopped, turned around and looked at him and said, "Changan's letter said that she would arrange marriage for me."

The slightly cold weather quickly turned the breath from the girl’s lips into a white mist, adding a touch of beauty to her refreshing face. Ning Que looked at the misty air and the girl’s face in front of him, and asked for a moment. Said: "Then?"

Situ Yilan shook his head, turned around and continued walking along the lake, saying: "I don't want to marry."

Ning Que's mood became lighter when she heard her reply, and suddenly became heavier. He felt a little unsure of the direction for some reason. He looked at the girl’s back and said: "This kind of thing should indeed be Be cautious."

Situ Yilan didn't look back, and said with a smile: "I heard that many ministers in Chang'an wanted to hire you as son-in-law."

Based on Ning Que's current reputation in Chang'an City, and not mentioning the glory of his master's direct discipleship, simply talking about his majesty's appreciation and love for him is enough for countless courtiers to start thinking about selling his daughter and granddaughter to him.

Ning Que smiled, and said, "General Yunhui wouldn't have such a meaning."

Situ Yilan looked back at him and said: "Father knows that I am familiar with you, and he has really moved this idea."

Ning Que felt a little hot on his cheeks, so he touched it subconsciously, not knowing how to answer.

Situ Yilan carried his hands on his back, stepped on the white boulders by the lake, and continued forward, saying, "But I didn't agree."

Ning Que looked at the uneasy black hair braids dangling behind a girl in light armor. After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and the certain emotion that couldn't be expressed, and asked: "For... What?"

"Hehe, because I don't want to marry."

The girl’s answer was concise and powerful, and the crisp laughter awakened the thin ice film on the lake: “For these years, there has been no female general in the empire. I want to be a female general, so I don’t have time to marry someone.”

Ning Que listened to her confession, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. He kicked a strange-shaped white stone in front of her boots into the lake and said: "I am dedicated to cultivating the Tao and have no time to think about these things."

Situ Yilan turned around and watched the rock that smashed the thin ice slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake. After a moment of silence, he smiled heartily, looked at him and asked, "If you have time to think about it, what would you like Woman?"

Listening to this question, Ning Que couldn't help but think of the conversation with Chen Pipi in the mountains behind the academy. After thinking for a long time, he rubbed his jaw and said seriously: "I like beautiful girls, fair skin, Danfeng eyes, a little bit With red lips, the best body is plump, and the temperament is best to be smarter, don’t keep me thinking about things."

Situ Yilan looked at him and shook his head, and sighed: "Your requirements are really not high. They are similar to the ideas of most men in the world, and you can't see any new ideas."

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Life is originally a very uninspiring thing. Whether in Chang'an City or in the Yanbei Wasteland, what is the essential difference between climbing stairs every day and wandering every day?

The students in the academy practicing in Dongsheng Village have their own combat missions. It is impossible to accompany Ning Que to the village every day to eat, drink, and chat. He had to go to the village alone to eat, drink, and chat with himself. It was so boring. pole.

After a few days, he finally could no longer bear such a boring life. He sneaked out the **** horse, avoided the sight of the dozens of inseparable cavalry, and went out of the city to relax by the blue lake.

There are no more dozens of cavalry who are not far behind to be the second sun, Ning Que walked a little farther today, ran eastward for two or three miles along the Bihu Lake, looking for a quiet lakeside Stop.

He unloaded the heavy bag on the back of the **** horse and patted its **** again.

It’s rare for the **** horse to have such a beautiful relaxing time. He screamed and rushed into the lake with joyous hoofs and splashing black mud, and then retreated to the shore of the lake at a faster speed with a low and angry roar. on.

It trembled slightly all over, it kept purring and rolling its thick tongue, flipping its lips, and it was obviously freezing badly by the cold lake, and the salty water was really not awful.

"I have never seen a warhorse like you who cares about your head."

Ning Que looked at it amusedly, and pointed to the Mengmeng Mountain Forest not far away, and said, "Idiot, there are lakes and tributaries naturally. Run over there to see if there is water to drink, and come back later later. "

The big dark horse shook the horse's head in dissatisfaction, kicked his heels, shaken off the cold lake water on his body, and ran in the direction he pointed.

Ning Que piled up a clay stove, cooked a pot of fresh vegetable soup, sniffed the scent, and sat down by the quiet and unoccupied lake. Now that there is no Sangsang by his side to serve himself, he has to serve himself. Fortunately, when Sangsang was young, both of them needed him to cook their meals. He was still skilled and never forgotten.

In the north of the wasteland, especially in this area between the Central Plains and the prairie, the northwest wind blows all the year round and it is very cold. He was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a black windshield blouse outside. He sat like this by the lake. He didn't know whether the bowl of warm vegetable soup worked, or he gained from his practice. In short, he didn't feel too cold.

The shallow part of the lake is very transparent near the shore, and you can clearly see the white rocks at the bottom and the trees that have fallen for hundreds of millions of years. Looking into the distance, the lake becomes more and more blue, and it is covered by the forests and low cliffs on both sides. The beam is long and thin, with no end in sight, extending to the far north of the wilderness.

Ning Que sat on the rock and looked at the beautiful lake view in front of him, thinking that yesterday he felt that this blue lake was like a waist, which was really inelegant. In fact, it should be a woman's weak and slender waist.

The slightly swaying lake water is like melting blue gemstones, pushing the thin ice condensed by the cold air to the lakeshore one by one, some gradually melt away, and some overlap. I believe that with The winter feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and these thin ice will eventually become thick and hard ice cubes.

Looking at the thin ice undulating with the waves of the lake, Ning Que remembered the legendary people standing under the ice, and remembered the things that Situ Yilan had said when he was walking along the lake a few days ago. His face could not help but show. Self-deprecating emotions.

People in the world always consider the marriage of men and women when they reach a certain age. He has not seriously considered it before, and indeed has no wrong thoughts about Situ, but when he heard Situ reject General Yunhui, he still felt that Somewhat unpleasant. He also had this emotion when he was at Beishan Crossing last spring. At that time, he knew very well that there was absolutely no possibility between himself and Li Yu, the Princess of the Tang Dynasty, but when Li Yu left his shoulder, he slowly stood up and recovered. When he looked graceful, there were still many inexplicable emotions in his heart.

He took a scoop of lake water and poured out the remaining flames in the stone stove. He sat down again by the lake and looked at the thin ice, which was not like glass but more like sugar skin, and said slightly mockingly: "Forgot to listen. Who said that there are only two kinds of women in the world, your own and other people's, men are like this?" (...this sentence is said by Liu Xiahui)

However, he has been educating Sangsang to remind himself that anyone who talks about feelings, especially love, is an idiot, so it didn’t take long for him to be immersed in this self-deprecating mood, and he was awakened by the horrible prospect of becoming an idiot. , Began to think about some things that he thinks are more meaningful now.

I have been in the Yanbei Wasteland for more than a month. I have never seen Xiahou. Naturally, there is no way to go and see him on his behalf. Although Tuyang City is near, he is really not sure whether he should go or not. What will happen to Xiahou. Although sporadic battles have been taking place in the wasteland, the upper ranks of the aid Yan army knew his identity and sent dozens of elite personal protections. He couldn't go and fight for a few games as much as he could. Is the time going on like this?

As a young man who survived very hard and is getting better and better, Ning Que knows exactly what he is relying on, so he will not allow himself to waste too much time, thinking about After thinking about meaningless things like men and women, thinking about things like Xiahou that are meaningful but unable to help them, they began to meditate.

The cold wind blew over the lake, trembling the thin ice piled on the shore, and trembling the eyelashes on his closed eyes. There was a long slender knife on his knee, following As the meditation deepened, the invisible vitality of heaven and earth gradually gathered beside him, and then gently and softly covered the blade.

The simple rune lines engraved on the knife seemed to sense something. The shadow caused by the natural light suddenly became deeper than the previous moment, and then began to buzz and vibrate strangely.

A piece of dead grass that was rolled up by the lake wind from nowhere, just fell on the knife surface and was bounced into the air. The invisible force was instantly torn into hundreds of very thin grass filaments, and then fluttered. Spilled into the lake and disappeared.

The park knife on his knees was shaking slightly, and the clear water among the white boulders in front of him was also shaking slightly. Those seemingly fragile but soft and sticky thin ice gradually shattered, romantic and purposeless along the lake. The ground spread out, reflecting the sky, as if dozens of identical firmaments appeared.

The **** umbrella, wrapped tightly in coarse cloth, lay silently beside him.

I don't know how long it has passed, Ning Que ended his meditation, looking at the broken ice between the white boulders in front of him, knowing that he would not stay in the realm of Doudou for too long, and had already begun to approach the realm of Dongxuan.

At the beginning, he enlightened Dao on Suzaku Avenue, and then quickly broke through the second realm of the first realm of perception, and directly entered the unconfused realm. He didn't even know how to do it, so now he has no knowledge of the breakthrough realm. Shi Mingming felt that he was about to break through, but he didn't know what to do.

He thought in a daze: "Are you going to Tuyang City to send a rune letter to the seniors in the college for advice?"

Thinking about this, he suddenly noticed that there were more and more thin ice piles in front of him. Looking into the distance in front of his right hand, he saw a lot of thin ice shining like mirrors flowing slowly. come.

After living in the Minshan Wasteland for so many years, he is very familiar with wild lakes. After only a few glances, he knew that there must be a hidden current in the lake that would push these thin ice over. It was just this beautiful waist. Bihaizi, looking at the calm and calm waves, where did the hidden current come from?

Knowing that no barbarian dared to come over this lakeside mountain forest, there should be no safety issues. He suddenly thought of the idea of ​​exploring the secluded area, stood up, with a heavy bag on his back, and followed the thin ice like a small mirror against the current. on.

Upstream, is there a beautiful woman on the other side of the water?

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Walking along the lake bank for about a few miles, you can faintly see a stream of water hitting the jewel-like peaceful lake, knocking out countless beautiful small whirlpools, but the dense forest next to the pass, although the branches and leaves have long been The light fell, but still obscured the movement of the forest queen, and the stream was not visible.

Ning Que knew there was the Taoyuan he was looking for. He smelled the faint sulphur smell coming from his nose, and guessed that there might be a hot spring there, and he couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, a touch of jade white came into his eyes, and then a touch of blue flashed across, like this lake.

Ning Que's eyes suddenly appeared vigilant, not because of the azure blue that deeply reflected in his eyes, but for other reasons. He drew his bow and arrows like lightning, aimed at somewhere in the dense forest, and said in a deep voice: "Come out."

There was a rustling noise in the forest. A dozen young people walked out slowly. Some people also aimed at Ning Que with bows and arrows. More people watched him vigilantly, holding the sheath with their left hand, and holding the sheath with their right. Hilt.

Ning Que ignored the sharp feather arrows aimed at him, but calmly aimed at the youngest girl among these young men. In her hand, the boxwood hardwood bow was as stable as a mountain, the string stretched like a moon, and the feather arrow was as calm as a rock, but It gave people a feeling that as long as he was willing, the quiet arrow on the string would definitely shoot through that girl's chest in the next moment.

This feeling is so strong that the expressions of the teenagers who were aiming at Ning Que stiffened nervously, and the hands holding the slender hilt were slightly whitish. As for Ning Que's bow and arrow. The young girl was even more pale, and her slightly raised chest was violently fluctuating.

A teenager bravely jumped in front of the young girl, bent his left knee forward slightly, and took a forward arrow, holding the scabbard tightly with his left hand, his thumb faintly pressed against the ebony sword and his right hand Bend your elbows and lift your wrists.

Ning Que looked at the young man's sword-holding posture, then took another look at the clothes and temperament of these boys and girls, guessing where they came from, and felt a little relaxed.

He looked at the brave young man holding the sword and said with a smile, "Arrow-cutting style? It's useless for my arrows."

The boy was despised by the enemy, and his face burst into anger.

"I am a Chinese."

Ning Que said his origin, then put down the boxwood hardwood bow in his hand, and without looking at these young people who looked at him nervously, he retracted the feather arrow into the quiver by himself.

Since he guessed the origin of these boys and girls, he knew that there would be no problem, but because the opponent obviously has no combat experience, he first put down his weapons to prevent the opponent from making mistakes because of tension.

Sure enough, the expressions on the faces of the boys and girls who had been wary on hearing that he was from the Tang Dynasty suddenly became relaxed, putting down their bows and arrows to loosen the hilt.

"We are disciples of Mochi Garden in Dahe Country."

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(After three days, I finally got it through, but this time I’m going to pick up my wife. I’ll change it today. Tomorrow, I’ll guarantee a minimum of 6,000. I will continue to ask for recommendation tickets. Female No. 2 sends out a childhood photo of the crotch to show you...)