Nightfall Chapter 6: Zhanxue (Part 1)
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter Six, Zhanxue (Part 1)
From his past life to this life, he has grown up with blood and carrion since he was a child. Ning Que's bones don't have any extraneous ethics. In order to achieve his goals, he can do anything at all costs. Therefore, he never thought that when his strength was unable to shake the violent **** of Xiahou, he would rush to the camp and spurt blood and die.
That kind of trick seems to be **** and glorious, but in his opinion, it is just an idiotic act of self-defeating and self-defeating. You are dead chic, and Xiahou is so good to sit on the table, maybe you will use your head to make a wine glass . When the time comes, you turned into white bones and stared at each other in vain with your black eye sockets, and couldn't hurt the other side's hair.
This doesn’t mean that a clear understanding of Xiahou’s powerful strength will make him cowardly. He is always watching this heroic general in secret, carefully looking for loopholes in the opponent, and pondering the future of the decisive battle. All kinds of details, I even thought about how to drag the second brother and Chen Pipi into this muddy mud.
According to his analysis, Xiahou is at the pinnacle of martial arts, so if he knows the realm of fate, the two brothers Chen Pipi knows his fate and adds himself, how can he kill the other party? The question he needs to study is how to make these two A senior was tied to his belt and joined himself in this vigorous career.
However, when I hadn't figured out how to use the academy to deal with Xiahou, I heard the news that a certain volume of the seven-volume book of heaven was left behind. Thinking of the caravan that secretly pretended to be unearthed in Yangcheng, he felt a little anxious. If Xiahou was really letting Xiahou get the book, it would be as easy to break through as the rumors, then who else could take care of him?
He opened the window, looked at the wind and snow outside the house, thinking about the inevitable hatred between himself and Xiahou, thinking about the hatred left by the little black man on his shoulders, shook his head, and said : "This kind of thing cannot be allowed to happen."
Although there are more than 100,000 reinforcements from various countries on the border of Yanbei, among them there are young powerful people from the White Pagoda of the Moon Country, the Southern Jin Jiange, and the Mochi Garden of the Dahe Country. Only this powerful general who has been conquering the border for many years is qualified to compete with the Temple Judgment Division.
Of course, this was when the Datang Empire and the Academy did not formally take action.
Ning Que said to himself: "The temple guest, your Majesty suspects that he will collude with the temple. For this book of heaven, will Xiahou conflict with the temple? What can you use from it?"
Watching the snow and enjoying the scenery and thinking about things, it is impossible to think of a real way, but his determination is getting firmer and firmer.
Nowadays, there must be a gathering of strong people on the wasteland. The temple ruling division, the prince Longqing, and even the Daozhiye red fish who is afraid of Chen Pipi may all be on the wasteland. Now he is not in the realm of confusion, even It didn't seem to be of any use if he went, but he still wanted to go.
Crossing the river by feeling the stones, stepping on the winter grass into the plains, depending on the situation at the time, and making corresponding measures, as long as Xiahou didn't get the heavenly book, he was even willing to help Xiling Temple, and even burned the heavenly book with a fire.
Nothing happened, he closed the window, took off his clothes, and went into the warm bed. The pornographic novel he took in the cliff cave of the academy did not bring coldness, which is a great pity. Lying on his side on the warm and hard kang, he thought about going to the wasteland and the irritation that no one was stunned by the corner, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.
The wind and snow outside the house were getting heavier and heavier. It stayed the whole night. When Ning Que woke up the next morning, the otherwise dim sky had already become extremely bright. He easily pierced the window and entered the house. Rubbing his eyes, walked to the window, and looked through the window, only to see the whiteness between the sky and the earth, clean and bright, making people palpitate.
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The lake has been frozen long ago, but the lake in the distance is not completely frozen. The ice cubes floating on the water carry the white snow that fell last night, looking like clusters of fluffy white grass, beautiful and somewhat lovely. The slanting branches and leaves of the lake bear a trail of snow, like someone weaving a shabby white towel for a giraffe.
Hot mist sprayed from the nose of the **** horse, and the horseshoe stepped on a messy abstract painting on the snow by the lake. Ning Que was riding on the horse back, looking at the blue sea covered by winter snow, with a clear mind.
When he traveled to the stone pond where he was retreating these days, he discovered that the water that had penetrated from the lake into the pond had long been frozen into a crystal clear jade, without any snowflakes falling on it, and it looked very clean. . He reached out to the air to sense the wind, and understood that this was because the north wind had become violent.
Thinking like this, there were a few muffled noises in the wind, seeming to be the sound of metal objects intersecting with some kind of hard wood. He stepped on the stirrups with his feet, straightened up and looked at the sound. I saw that the yellow cloth at the hot springs and creek ponds was still there, but between the snow forests, two figures could be seen fighting against each other faintly.
I have decided to go deep into the wasteland, but I still come to the lake today. Ning Que naturally has his own reason. This reason is related to the women of the big river country beside the hot spring creek pool, but he has not determined how to plan, he didn't expect it. I saw this scene in advance.
Stepping on the stirrups, his vision was naturally widened and clear, and he could see clearly what was happening there.
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Zhou Zhihua stood up hard with the help of her junior sister, a stream of blood slowly dripped down the corners of her lips, dripping on the snow covered with messy footprints under her body, snapping.
Not far in front of her, there is an ascetic monk wearing a hat. Even in such a cold weather, this monk is still barefoot, his right thumb slowly dialing the rosary, and his left holding the root Iron rod, the head of the rod goes deep into the snow.
Zhou Zhihua is the third disciple of Mochi Garden. Among these boys and girls, he has the deepest skill, but he is still not the enemy of this ascetic monk. Thinking of the cold reception and today’s humiliation in Yan’s country these days, she stared at the other side and said sharply: “You let us live in the wettest and coldest place in the barracks. We are forced to leave the barracks and hide in the wilderness. Not satisfied yet?"
The ascetic monk slowly raised his head, his hat covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his exposed face was indifferent and without emotion: "The allocation of campsites is the business of General Yan, and What is my Lunar State?"
Zhu Zhihua raised his sleeve to wipe the blood off his lips, and asked: "Then you have to grab this hot spring."
"You have used this hot spring for so many days, it should be enough."
The ascetic monk from Moon Wheel Kingdom gave simple and rude reasons. Obviously, he only cared about driving these boys and girls out of the hot springs from Dahe Kingdom, and didn't care about the truth.
"Everything must be reasonable."
Zhu Zhihua's eyes drooped slightly, his hands clenched the slender Xiu sword at his waist again, and said in a deep voice, "Even a three-year-old child knows this kind of thing, doesn't the master know it?"
The ascetic monk responded indifferently: "I am a monk, I don't know worldly things."
Jiao Zhihua adjusted her breathing, then raised her head, a trace of determination and determination flashed in her bright eyes.
The ascetic monk noticed her preparation for the sword release, knowing that the other party might use Mochiyuan's ultimate move, frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "They are all righteous people, do you have to separate you from life and death? The truth is to you Said that this hot spring was found for the aunt and the princess, so let's get out of it early."
Hearing the words aunt and princess, the determination in Jue Zhihua's eyes suddenly diminished, and he subconsciously turned to look at the yellow cloth. The Mochi Garden girls behind her also became more silent.
The aunt named among the monks of the White Pagoda Temple in the Moon Kingdom is naturally the profound but unreasonable aunt Qu Nimati, and the princess he calls is naturally the famous Three Stupefies of the World One: **** Lu Chenjia.
"What about Lu Chenjia, an idiot? Could it be possible to grab someone else's place?"
Tmall yelled, because of the cold weather, her cheeks are slightly red, and her head and face are covered with more fluffy fur, which makes her look very cute. Even if she is scolding the other person, she will only make people want to laugh. Impulse.
However, the monk of the White Pagoda Temple couldn't laugh. Hearing the girl's words concerning the princess, who was loved and respected by the monks and laymen of the Moon Wheel, the face under the shadow of the hat looked more gloomy.
"This female benefactor, beware of the evil out of your mouth."
Tmall girl snorted coldly, walked to Zhuo Zhihua's side and said: "Sister, please rest awhile."
After saying this, she took off the shoes under her feet, slowly walked forward, clenched the long sword around her waist, looked at the ascetic monk and said in a clear voice, "The Tmall of Mochiyuan, please master Enlighten me."
After holding the thin ebony handle of Xiujian with both hands, the lovely expressions on the girl’s face are all but quiet and solemn. The white socks stepped on the white snow and made a squeaking sound to the viewer. Very strange feeling.
The expression of the ascetic monk was slightly dignified, his right hand stretched forward, and the jet-black rosary slowly turned.
"Kill!"
A scream came out of Tmall’s cute little mouth, and a light cyan luster flashed in the snow forest, Xiu Jian instantly pulled out of her waist sheath, with a kind The momentum drove her small body, and instantly passed the distance between the two, and slashed towards the monk's body with sneer and sword energy!
The ascetic monk couldn't prevent it, and backed away with a sigh, his bare black feet kicked countless grass-rooted snow **** on the snow, and the jet black rosary in his right hand flew to his chest and whizzed and whirled. .
The light cyan luster is instantly converged.
The ascetic monk grabbed back the black rosary with his hands, and scratches appeared on the surface of the hard rosary.
The cotton monk's clothing on his body was cut with a deep cut by the sword's edge, and the cotton was blooming with blood stains hidden.
If the Tmall woman gave this sword deeper, I'm afraid that the monk will be cut to death on the spot.
Tmall female maintained a squatting posture with a sword, her chest was slightly undulating, her face was slightly red, she gasped softly, and her bright eyes were full of excitement. This was her first official battle with someone. Thinking of it, I won.
The ascetic monk lowered his head and glanced at the sword marks on his chest, his stone-like lower jaw trembled slightly in anger, staring coldly at the female Tmall, and said with a cold voice: "A little girl who has just entered the realm of confidence, unexpectedly So cruel."
Tmall’s previous slash against the snow was the secret sword-drawing style of Dahe. She was particular about the charm and decisiveness. She never left any chance to fight back to the enemy. However, in the eyes of this monk, it was so sudden There is no difference between a shot and a sneak attack. If it wasn't a sneak attack, how could she hurt herself?
The monk of the Moon Kingdom proclaimed the Buddha's name lightly, and his thoughts were rushing out, the vitality of the world around him was induced and began to gather, the withered leaves and broken snow in the snow forest began to fly away, and the black rosary beads in his hand whizzed and flew. Smashed into the face of Tmall.
Tmall female felt the strong wind rushing toward her face, and looked at the black rosary that was approaching in an instant, her reaction was obviously slower than before. After all, she was the first girl who was fighting for the first time. She thought she had already won the opponent before. Yijian, and he had been merciful, then this battle was over, no one thought that the other party had started an attack again!
At this critical moment, day after day and night after day of practice of drawing swords by the Mochi under Mogan Mountain, her body instinctively made the most appropriate response, accompanied by another innocent cry, White Socks After stepping on Baixue, he made mistakes again and again, flipped his hands, provoked the slender Xiu sword half-hanging in the air, and slashed towards the rosary.
However, the string of whistling and high-speed rotating rosary beads, as if they were spiritual, suddenly deformed in the air, avoiding the sharp blade, and then turned back, and set them on the blade in the hands of Tmall.
The rosary trapped Xueliang’s blade, and a powerful force passed down. Tmall could not move the sword at all. She could only watch the iron rod that the ascetic monk had been holding in her left hand hit her head. !
"My Buddha is merciful!"
The ascetic monk shouted sharply.
Tmall was unable to pick up the rosary anyway, she could only let the shadow of her stick cover her red face.
In the snow forest, the girls of Dahe Nation screamed, but there was no time to help.
In the yellow cloth next to Wenxi, a right hand holding a writing brush pauses slightly, as if preparing to do something.
At this moment, a howling arrow suddenly pierced the lake.
The image of an arrow came from outside the forest like lightning, and flew by tightly against the long and slender sword of the female Tmall, and accurately shot the jet-black rosary in a tiny square inch!
In the buzzing sound, the feather arrow shot the jet black rosary away from the sword and fiercely into a big tree. The tail of the arrow kept trembling, and the jet black rosary nailed in the arrow cluster trembled more severely. , But there is no way to escape.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
Tmall female Xiujian suddenly gained freedom, and she used the last sword force to forcibly pick up the iron rod that hit her small face, and the heavy tip of the rod smashed against her. Countless mud and snow.
The ascetic monk of the Moon Kingdom did not look back, and he could sense the attack on his natal rosary. A strong alert was born in his heart. However, the monk who was accustomed to fighting with each other did not pay attention to the hidden person. The enemy of, with a roar, both holding the staff, slammed into the girl again.
Countless footprints broke out on the snowy ground in the forest, and each footprint made a fluff of snowflakes. A figure flickered, and the light of a knife came up on the stick, and the cold instantly hit the monk’s fingers. The wind is even colder.
The monk resolutely abandons the rod and retreats rapidly.
The blade did not retreat, rushed forward, piercing its sleeves, cutting its shoulders, and finally resting on the monk's throat coldly.
The monk dropped his hands and dared not make any movements.
Ning Que held the slender Pu knife, looked at the monk under the knife, and said, "Master doesn't seem to understand compassion."
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(I am really sick and a little annoyed. The writing this day is too bitter. If I can't stand it tomorrow, I will ask for leave. If I can stand it, I will write.)