Nightfall Chapter 45: Huangni inkstone, white snow ground

Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 45, Huang Ni Yan, White Snow

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

Continuously accepting confession, especially when I heard his hostess who is bad guy express his love, the **** horse grinned and showed his big teeth like white pebble, happily.

Mo Shanshan glanced at the big dark horse and asked: "Why are you back?"

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

Getting used to these two words is more pleasing to the ear, and the expression on Mo Shanshan's face is a little more relaxed. She gently stroked her hair behind her ears, looked at him and said: "I will follow the temple and continue northward. How are you going to arrange it?"

Ning Que did not listen carefully in the second half of the meeting. At that time, Lord Sisa told the letter from the head teacher. In the letter, the head teacher asked the younger generation of strong men to sneak into the northern wilderness tribe in the mid-winter season to find out the strength of the opponent, look for the remnants of the demon, and even if necessary Some fixed-point cleaning can be carried out.

Of course, these are nominal statements. In fact, the temple also wants to test and hone the disciples of various sects through this trip, but although the temple has not played against each other for more than a thousand years, the temple knows that the strength of the deserted tribe is still strong, otherwise not As for hitting the elite cavalry of the left account king court so miserably. In order to avoid the situation of sacrifice in vain, this group of young practitioners marching north again has extremely strict requirements, and must be masters above the cave profound realm.

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

"Are you going to the north?"

Ning Que frowned slightly, looking at the beautiful face of the young girl in front of him, thinking about the conflict between Mochi Garden and the temple these days, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, and asked, "Who else is going?" /

Mo Shanshan's answer is as concise and clear as always, or I don't know why.

"Naturally still those people."

Ning Que smiled bitterly and speechlessly, thinking that everyone thinks that he is a disciple of the second floor of the academy, so he must be clear about the strength of the various sects in the world. The problem is that he really doesn't know who those people are.

Looking at his expression, Mo Shanshan thought he was thinking about something else, and said: "Prince Longqing has never appeared. I think he should be in the north now."

Ning Que shook his head and said, “Don’t believe those words that are spreading outside. I don’t have the idea of ​​competing with the prince every moment and everything. The ardent view of the enemy of my life is not suitable for me. ."

Then he thought of the great person Chen Pipi had mentioned, and he felt a little curious. He looked at Mo Shanshan and asked: "I have met two of the world's three fools. What kind of person is that Taoist fool? This time you go to the Northern Wilderness, will she show up?"

"I have never seen Dao Chi, and I don't know if she has come to the Wasteland. As for Prince Longqing, you are not his opponent now, so I will not mistake you for trying to challenge him."

Mo Shanshan said: "In addition, you don't like being held by others and being compared with Prince Longqing, and I don't like being called the Three Devils of the World by others, but I can tell you clearly that Dao Chi Ye Hong Yu is obsessed with cultivation. , The realm of strength must be 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 practice talisman will always suffer a bit from competing with people of the same realm. You don't need to care too much." /

Mo Shanshan glanced at him puzzledly, and asked, "Don't worry too much about it?"

Ning Que was taken aback, and said, "Don't worry that Dao Chi is stronger than you."

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

The twilight is early and the sky is already dark, and the cold wind on the wasteland is blowing on the girl's face, her long and sparse eyelashes blinking gently, her expression is calm and calm, without a trace of reluctance.

Ning Que looked at her for a long time, feeling a little bit at the girl's mood. It’s just that he has been floating in the stinking ditch for too many years, and every sweat hole is filled with copper odor and thirst. He really can’t understand this kind of quiet mentality, just like the porter on the dock, he can’t understand some acid. The literati would rather starve to death than write some essays for the occasion. Even if he can understand something, he doesn't know what words to find to express his appreciation.

"I will go there too."

He raised his arm and pointed to the wild wilderness far to the north.

Mo Shanshan frowned and asked, "Why? The edict of the temple has no binding force on you."

Ning Que looked at the end of the field and said after a moment of silence: "I'm going to find something, or to prevent others from finding that thing. I didn't need to do this thing, even if it was yesterday, I was still thinking Do you want to pat your **** and leave, but today I found this thing is still worth doing."

The expression on Mo Shanshan's face gradually converged, and he turned to dull, and asked: "Why?"

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

Mo Shanshan looked back at him quietly, looking at his profile in the last twilight, looking at the shallow nest, and suddenly said: "Those horse thieves who made a special trip to kill you should know your disciple Identity."

Ning fault nodded.

Mo Shanshan's eyes drooped slightly and said: "But they dare to kill you. The same reason, in the agenda, in front of so many people, no matter how provocative you are, mocking Nimati, or even disrespectful to the temple. , And no one dares to do anything to you, but if you go into the depths of the wasteland, in those rare places where people are rare, anyone can kill you, as long as your body is buried in the snow, who can know who the murderer is ?"

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

Mo Shanshan raised his head, looked at him and said, "Although you are a direct disciple of the Master, your strength is too weak, your realm is too low, and the desolate people are strong. At least all the people who go to the desolate tribe to investigate Above the Cave Profound Realm, I just wait to say, as long as an individual can beat you like a dog, how hard is it to kill you?"

When she said these words, the girl’s eyes were as sloppy as usual, and her expression was as dull and calm as usual, and she did not deliberately show sarcasm or ridicule, but it was because of this as usual that she showed that she said The mood in this sentence was very serious, and she said the most honest truth.

The more old people say the truth, the more hurtful they are.

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

The fiery heart in his slightly stiffened body was pricked with blood by the bookworm girl's words, as if she had cultivated a more powerful means than a magic rune, and every time she uttered a word between her lips, Can cut him.

In his opinion, when the food team was attacked, if it wasn't because the bookworm had to live and die with the scorpion pawns, he would have left alone, even the northeast. The army's great teacher also had nothing to do with him. Where did he think that in the eyes of the bookworm, he was still such a weak guy.

"Is anyone who can beat me like a dog?"

Ning Que opened his eyes and stared at Mo Shanshan’s beautiful round face, forcibly suppressing the shame and bloodiness in his heart, and said annoyed: "Would you like to try first? I still have a lot of skills. I'm really anxious. Be careful you didn't beat me into a dog. My dog ​​will bite you first."

Listening to these extremely indecent words, Mo Shanshan was angry and ashamed, his cheeks flushed.

Ning Que stared at the blush that gradually oozes out of her face, and instantly forgot his previous shame, and asked curiously: "Didn't you say that Mochiyuan disciples don't like to apply rouge, when did you start applying it again?"

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

She didn't want to pay attention to this guy anymore, flicked her sleeves, turned and walked into the tent.

Ning Que was stunned looking at the girl's back, speeded up his pace and chased it, shouting: "Don't rush to go, there are still some things that are not clear, you have to listen to me and finish."

Mo Shanshan stopped, did not look back, and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Ning Que turned to her and acted very solemnly.

Mo Shanshan was slightly startled.

Ning Que said with a shy face, "I want to discuss something with you, the owner of the mountain."

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

"Dangerous things, I knew it very well when I was very young."

Ning Que grabbed a smile on his face, and said very solemnly: "The temple did not require the masters of the cave profound realm to enter the desert tribe together. Since it is an investigation, of course secrecy is the first. You can go by yourself. In that case, I think we two can go together?"

The long journey has not only traveled and been in the same class. Isn’t that enough? Still going with you? What do you want to do? Mo Shanshan opened his eyes and looked at him close at hand. Suddenly he felt that he didn't know where to put his hands, and his voice asked with a very subtle tremor: "Why?"

"If we go to the desert tribe together, even if we really meet the legendary Demon Sect elder, we will cooperate with each other and the chances of surviving will be higher. The most important thing is that you and I can solve it perfectly. People in the temple Or the danger of the bald heads of the Moon Nation playing black hands on us."

The more Ning Que thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was appropriate, and he waved his arms excitedly and said, "If we encounter Dao Chi Ye Hongyu who is even stronger than Dao Chi, we will definitely be unable to fight. If you hold Dao Chi, I will run away on the **** horse. As long as I can escape, I will be a witness. Where can Dao Chi dare to kill you?"

Suddenly, he noticed that Mo Shanshan's face had become a little pale, his usual sloppy eyes became extremely sharp, and an angry flame was faintly beating.

Ning Que thought that she might have misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "The opposite situation is also true. I can drag a powerful enemy. If you escape first, then the other party will also not dare to kill my master disciple. In other words, it is a little game where 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 after another, especially this kind of delicate and sour expectation involving spring customs, which will make every young girl feel ashamed and annoyed.

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

Just as Ning Que is not ordinary shameless, but he is shameless after all.

Mo Shanshan stared into his eyes, and the burning flames in his eyes were about to burn away the legendary bookworm’s virtuous and virtuous spirit before gradually condensing them, turning them into indifferent coldness, and said slowly: " When encountering a powerful enemy, I just want to escape...Don’t you think that would be too weak and shameless?"

The calm and indifferent words contained unabashed contempt and unhappiness. Although Ning Que had been used to seeing the indifferent tranquility of the girl talisman all the way, that and contempt were two different things. He was also a little annoyed and said: "One He said he was going to be beaten into a dead dog, can't you escape?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the natural look on his face, thinking that you are actually embarrassed to express dissatisfaction? The hands in the sleeves trembled slightly, and it seemed that they might be clenched into a fist at any time.

She stared at him for a long time like studying a piece of inkstone, as if to see if it was a precious piece of Huangzhou sinking mud inkstone or a cheap and worthless piece of yellow mud inkstone.

A long time has passed.

The girl looked at him disappointedly and asked: "Master...how could you accept a person like you as a student?"

Ning Que spread his hands and replied honestly: "Because the Master himself does not know that I am a student, I sometimes wonder if his old man knows that I am such a person, will he go back. "

Mo Shanshan looked at his sincere appearance and didn't know what to say. Only then did he realize that his previous opinions were correct and that it is very confusing to view people by words.

Reality and imagination are two different things. For this, she has been psychologically prepared, but as the contact deepens, she still hasn't figured out how can someone who can write those posts be so brazen? In reality, why is there such a big gap between him and the person on the water in Mochi?

"Come here."

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

Ning Que didn’t know what he meant, walked over and sat down, looking at the thickness of the yellowish paper and the dense floccules above, loudly praised: "Good paper, good paper like this, I'm still in Your Majesty’s Royal Study Room. Seen in here."

Mo Shanshan ignored his flattery, poured water into the inkstone with expressionless face, gently lifted the ink block and rubbed it for a while, pointed to the curtain-like brushes on the pen holder, and said: "Pick it yourself."

Ning Que vaguely guessed what she was going to tell her to do, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. After a moment of silence, he picked a tube of Zihao that she used most seriously, and then began to adjust her breathing.

Sure enough, Mo Shanshan said blankly, "Write."

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

Ning Que asked honestly: "What to write?"

Mo Shanshan was silent for a moment, and said: "Feel free to write a note."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I don't have to leave a message for anyone at this time, and what to do with that thing."

At the point where the voice fell, he adjusted his breathing, his wrists were slightly condensed, and the plump tips dipped in ink fell on the Xuanzhou bud paper.

He is now a well-known book writer in Chang'an City, but the girl facing him is a bookworm who is well-known in the world. He dare not be half-hearted. On the contrary, he has to show the best standards in order to show respect.

It doesn't take a long time to pick up the pen and return to the wrist, and a cursive script is completed.

The strength is vigorous, the changes are endless, but there is a sudden setback while flying around.

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

Then he looked at Mo Shanshan, feeling a little worried, wondering 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 for a long time, neither his face nor his eyes showed any emotion.

Looking at the flying ink and grass on the paper, the girl silently thought that it was indeed a precious piece of Huangzhou Shenni inkstone.

The inkstone she herself uses is Huangzhou Shenni inkstone.

The twilight has faded and the night is coming. I don’t know when there are a few lights in the tent. The dim light shines on Ning Que’s side face, clearly reflecting the weird look of anxiety and confidence on his face. Chu.

Mo Shanshan looked at his profile, and suddenly remembered the profile by the window of the car on the journey, and remembered the dark and vicious young man in the carriage who taught how to kill, and gradually understood something.

Whether it is the precious Huangzhou Shenni inkstone or the cheap Huangni inkstone, as long as you can write good characters, it is a good inkstone.

At that time, he was also him, and he is worthy of liking. Otherwise, at that time, why would you be anxious to say that you have someone you like when he said that he liked you?

Mo Shanshan understood what he wanted, and couldn't help but lower his head slightly ashamed, revealing a silent smile. Under the dim light, this smile was so Yanli indescribable.

Just gaze on the scribbled paper, the smile on her face became a little faint, thinking that although this word is good, it is a pity that it is not what I want, I don’t want a wide hall, what I want Just a small note.

When will you write a small note for me?

"I like your words."

Mo Shanshan looked up at Ning Que and said calmly, without any pause or unnaturalness.

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

Tmall Girl looked at that place, her thin eyebrows frowned, her bright eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and she said angrily: "The men in this world are so sad, I didn't expect Brother Ning to be such a person."

Juzhihua was startled slightly, thinking that she really shouldn’t tell the little girl those things, and said with a smile: "Mr. Thirteen doesn’t know the mountain lord’s affection for him, so why can't he be upset at all?"

Tmall woman put the milk tablet into her mouth and chewed hard, snorted and said: "It's more hateful to be heartless."

Zhu Zhihua smiled and said: "Don't be troublesome, the mountain lord is not the vulgar woman who dare not say anything."

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The cold wind is bleak, the snow is falling, the long road is long, rest and go.

Go deep into the wasteland and approach the desert tribe. The heavens and the earth are already pure white. You can occasionally see a few trees in the snowy fields and hoof prints left by some wild animals.

Just before entering this snowy field, Ning Que obtained the last piece of information sent by Tianshu and the Dark Guard, confirming that the caravan from Tuyang City did not stay in the king's court for too long. , It should be turned from the mountain pass in front to the north, and then I don't know where to go.

He picked up a branch and drew a map on the snow and his route thereafter.

"Write a few words and have a look."

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

Ning Que said painfully: "After writing all the way, this is about to see the ridiculous person, still write?"

Mo Shanshan pointed to the flat snowfield in front of him and said: "Hurry up, I like to read your writing."

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