Volume 2: Lake of Winter

Mo Shanshan was satisfied or not. She was satisfied with Ningque not knowing herself, so there would be less noise in her ears and a lot of trouble. She was not satisfied with Ningque not knowing herself, so some of her original ideas had to be overturned.

Because her mood was a bit complicated, she didn't know what to say, so she had to follow her master's usual appearance, gently pat the other person on the shoulder, and then turned around and left.

Ning Que looked at her back and thought to himself that the girl from Mo Chiyuan was so proud and indifferent.

The Tmall woman noticed his face and was worried that he would misunderstand her senior sister, so she was unhappy. However, she wanted to explain to her senior sister but it was a bit inconvenient. She was anxious and helpless, so she had to hum angrily and leave.

"I don't doubt the identity of Senior Brother Zhong's student in the academy. The other party is Chang'an Academy. There should be no problem with others and yourself. But Senior Brother Zhong is a Tang Dynasty man after all. There are countless ways to enter the wasteland. He can follow the army of aiding Yan, and follow the envoys of the Tang Dynasty's imperial court, but he insists on concealing his identity and following us into the wasteland..."

By the fire at night, Zhuo Zhihua looked at Mo Shanshan beside him, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "No matter how he explained to the mountain master, how many shadows are there in the Tang Dynasty court and academy behind this matter, but it is definitely not a small matter. The Great River Kingdom is weak, and it is afraid that it will not be easy to get out of this kind of big thing."

The Tmall girl shook her head and said, "What are you afraid of? It is definitely beneficial to follow the academy to enter the wasteland. Even if it will cause us trouble, we are the same amulet."

Zhuo Zhihua smiled helplessly and rubbed the girl's head, thinking that although the two countries have been in harmony for generations, if it was really a dispute between the Tang Dynasty and the temple as she imagined, the amulet would probably turn into a life-seeking talisman.

Mo Shanshan, who had been listening quietly, spoke at this time: "Let him follow my carriage."

Hearing this sentence, the Tmall girl patted her hands gently, laughed, and looked at Zhuo Zhihua and comforted her: "With the senior sister staring at her, what are you afraid of? Even if Senior Brother Zhong is a master on the second floor of the academy, she will not do anything randomly, right?"

Mo Shanshan whispered: "He is not a second-story student... It's really a pity to say."

The Tmall woman asked in surprise: "Senior Sister, how did you know?"

Mo Shanshan looked at the flames jumping on the fire, and seemed to be looking further away, saying, "If he were a student on the second floor of the academy, how could he have never heard of my name?"

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The captain once questioned how Ning Que, a second-floor student, did not know the secret of the seven volumes of heavenly books? Now Mo Shanshan has also expelled him from the second-floor building of the academy because of his ignorance. If Ning Que knew this, he would be depressed again that he only knew how to practice in the back mountain of the academy, but forgot to ask these things.

On the second day, Ning Que rode a big dark horse to the shore of the Blue Lake. His heavy luggage was placed on both sides of the horse's back. The big dark horse kept waving its head and spitting out heat, which seemed extremely dissatisfied, but it looked like there was no sign of inability to meet.

He changed into an ordinary Mochiyuan disciple suit and put on a hat to cover most of his face. Ning Que was not very satisfied. He took out the mask sewn by Sangsang from his bag and put it on carefully.

Mo Shanshan walked out from behind the yellow cloth. Today she did not wear the plain white clothes, nor did she have the wide blue lace around her waist. She was wearing a plain wide skirt like other girls from the Great River Kingdom, and wore a hat with a veil hanging on her head, hiding all her beautiful eyebrows and eyes behind the veil, making them look unreal.

Both of them wanted to change themselves to make themselves the least noticeable, but they had seen each other's true faces, so they suddenly realized that the other party and themselves were just as thoughts, and they couldn't help but feel a little weird.

The two looked at each other, but did not speak, and just passed by.

At that moment, Ning Que noticed that the girl's eyes hidden behind the curtain sa did not completely fall on him. His brows couldn't help but frown, thinking that he would even express his disdain for him through the curtain?

He cut in his heart, thinking of pretending to be lonely and indifferent. Even Prince Longqing is not my opponent. You are such a good young girl, don't even want to hit yourself with this kind of gaze.

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The disciples of Mochiyuan finished their entire team and marched eastward. They came to the side of the coalition camp and received the food and supplies of the Central Plains aid Left Court from the logistics department. The people from the Central Plains coalition and the Yuelun Kingdom knew very well that the real difficulties and dangers would appear after entering the wasteland, so they did not encounter any twists and turns or difficulties.

Two hundred Yan cavalry, more than a hundred civilians, and more than a dozen disciples of Mochiyuan, Daheguo, left the border simply and walked into the cold and vast wasteland accompanied by the winter wind and the false morning sun.

The Yanqi, who was escorting the grain team, walked silently, and the civilians driving the grain cart were full of anxiety or numbness. The disciples of Mochiyuan rode around to watch. In addition to the grain cart, there were two carriages belonging to Mochiyuan. Moshanshan was on one of the cars, and Ning Que rode a big black horse and followed the car closely.

After walking for more than ten miles, the barracks behind him had long disappeared. He took off his hat on his head, looked at the snow balls accumulated among the withered grass, and listened to the roaring eagle roaring from somewhere. The eyes exposed outside the mask had a gleam of joy. I haven't seen such a familiar scenery for a long time. Even the slight pain caused by the cold air entering the lung leaves made him feel like he was going home.

After that, there was no good fortune. The team that was moving forward slowly on the wasteland could drag out a large amount of dust, with great momentum. They did not encounter any invisible horse thieves or any strange things.

Since the Temple has handed over such a difficult task to Mochiyuan, it is already in a dilemma, so it has done quite well on the surface. The highest order of the grain delivery team is also handed over to Mochiyuan. The two hundred swallows and grain chariots must obey the orders of these girls.

When Ning Quetijiang came to the carriage and said a few words to Mo Shanshan through the window, the Yan army guide who was originally arranged was officially laid off. He decided all the route of the team, the choice of camping sites, and the timing of the schedule.

Under his command, the team strictly followed the hills around the waist sea. Although water may not be found every day, at least it can ensure sufficient firewood supply. The team started camping very early every day, and just after noon, Ning Que asked to find a campground and start preparing for a rest.

The leader of the Yanqi cavalry once raised objections, believing that the distance traveling every day is too short. At the current speed, when the grain team arrives at the royal court, it is afraid that time will be too late, so that the tribe herders starve to death is small. If it affects the major negotiations between the temple and the royal court, it will be a real troublesome issue.

The girls of the Great River Kingdom ignored the opposition of the leader. In their opinion, since the mountain master decided to let the senior brother in the academy be responsible, then the senior brother was not talking so much. As long as they could enter the land safely and retreat happily, they would not bother to care whether the temple would be angry.

Although the wasteland has already begun to winter, it is not too cold at this time. Although the decayed grass and branches along the way look boring, it is still a fresh journey for these girls from the south.

Although Ning Que has never been to this wasteland east of Minshan Mountain, such a scenery and such a journey are really not new. He has done countless things to guide the way, camp, explore the wind direction, and see the beast dung.

Most of the time, he rode a big dark horse slowly and freely. The bridle of the big dark horse is specially made, and he can freely walk down and eat grass while walking. He is also specially made from his body to his soul. In this silent and boring walk, he feels the cold world calmly and seeks the light of breaking the realm.

Occasionally, he would take Tmall girls to ejaculate a few yellow sheep to improve their lives for everyone.

What a winter wasteland scenery.

What a great tour of the wasteland.

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Before and after Ning Que dressed as a disciple of Mochiyuan, he also entered the wasteland, many powerful people from the Central Plains entered this area that seemed a bit mysterious and unfamiliar to them. Among these powerful people were masters of the Tang Dynasty border army, monks from Baita Temple in Yuelun Kingdom, men from Jiange in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and executioners who were known for their cold-blooded and seriousness.

Prince Longqing is naturally the best among these strong men. I don’t know that at this moment, he is still one step closer to knowing his fate, standing in the wasteland, looking at the scenery, and thinking about what he is thinking.

But not many people knew that the true ruler of the Temple Judgment Department, the strongest man who suppressed Prince Longqing and was struggling to breathe, had received the order of the Judgment Master in a few months, and the single lonely shadow entered the wasteland.

As the most hardworking and hardworking among the three fools in the world, Dao Chih Ye Hongyu, who is recognized as the most hardworking and most powerful in combat, was standing at the top of a meadow outside the white cloth circumference of the left tent, looking at the night sky further north without an expression. She didn't know what she was thinking at this time, but she must have been disdainful to think about where Prince Longqing and his subordinates were going.

Let's go back several months to the scene where she just left Taoshan, Xiling.

The red skirt floated out of the magnificent Taoist Hall like a gorgeous fire cloud.

The ruling master sat indifferently on the entire South China Sea black jade carved, slowly moved his eyes back from the bead curtain, closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "What about the priest of Light now?"

The priest standing under the throne of the gods heard the five words of the great priest of the light, and his body suddenly froze. He lowered his head and replied, "He is just like the past, chanting the doctrines and scriptures every day, and it looks... nothing unusual."

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Xiling Taoshan is also known as the sacred mountain. When facing the sunshine, thousands of pink peaches bloom in full bloom. The Taoist temple hidden among the flower and tree cliffs is getting higher and higher, and it looks extremely magnificent and solemn.

On the other side of the mountain is a steep cliff. The smooth giant rocks seem to be split out by the gods, with almost no cracks or soil. Not to mention peach blossoms, even a weed cannot survive on it.

The wild grass with the most stubborn vitality cannot stand firm on the rock wall, but people can.

Countless years ago, the most devout believers of Haotian Dao Sect, inspired by fanatical worship, used the most primitive tools and the most primitive methods to dig dozens of steep stone paths running through the rock walls with their hands. During the construction of these stone paths, I don’t know how many people fell off the cliff and were hard to find their bones, but in the end the believers did what they wanted to do, which is probably the real reason why humans are superior to all things in the world.

The middle-aged priest walked slowly on the steep stone path, as if it was a huge rock wall like a sky falling, right beside his shoulder, as if it gave people a huge pressure. Even before deciding to the throne of the great priest, he could still bend his waist a little straight, and completely bend down on the stone path, almost crawling like an ant.

After walking along the huge zigzag shape along the steep stone path for a long time, the middle-aged priest finally walked deep under the rock wall behind Taoshan. It was surrounded by clouds that never dissipated all day long, and the sun was not seen all day long. It was hard to see five fingers with his hand. He could only feel the wetness around him and the sound of water that sounded somewhere.

There was a door deep in the fog. The middle-aged priest stood in front of the door and was silent for a moment, then pushed the door open and entered.

Behind the door is a gloomy world, with a faint smell of blood echoing between the dry passages, and the dim bean lights shining on the iron wall, making the complex and beautiful rune lines on the wall have a bit of weird and heavy meaning.

This is Youge, a place that millions of Haotian believers in the world have never heard of. This is responsible for detaining the remnants of the Demon Sect and the sinners who were judged as heresy by the Xiling Temple. And only those sinners who are seriously guilty and cannot even burn their filth can be qualified to be locked up here.

The Haotian Dao Gate has established a hall in Taoshan. It has been countless years since then. In the long time, no one has ever escaped the sinner who has been imprisoned into You Pavilion, because the terrifying figure who has the ability to escape from You Pavilion will not be captured alive by the temple. If you can't escape, you will never escape. You can only spend this long life in pain and helplessness in the darkness and isolation from Haotian.

The middle-aged priest walked silently in the dim passage with his head down. He walked for a long time, but the passage seemed to have no end. It was not until the passage seemed to be about to penetrate the entire sacred mountain that a wooden fence appeared.

This wooden fence looks ordinary, not a precious wood, and there are no runes written by the talisman master on it. The wooden strips are very wide, so wide that a person can walk out at will.

However, it was such a wooden fence that imprisoned someone for fourteen years.

The middle-aged priest lifted up the robe, knelt in front of the wooden fence, and kowtowed three times to the old man with dry hair and shawls behind the stalk, and said excitedly: "I've seen the priest."

The old man behind the railing was holding a volume of Haotian classics in his hand and was reading it. He turned around after listening to the sound.

The old man's cheeks were extremely thin, his expression was peaceful and peaceful, and his deep eyes were filled with holy light. The light was so peaceful and pure, without any impurities or dirt, as if he could see through everything in the world, and the darkness between everyone's appearance and heart, and it was extremely bright.

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