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Volume 3 Troubled Autumn Chapter 114 There is nothing new in the wasteland(1/2)

During the cleaning process, Ning Que saw the chessboard. After a pause, he threw the chessboard into the corner, then reached for the big black umbrella and couldn't help but shake his head.

Compared with the appearance of the past ten years or so, the current big black umbrella has undergone great changes. The greasy layer of dust on the umbrella surface has completely disappeared, revealing an extremely thin and almost see-through pure black cloth. There are even some spots on the edges.

There were a few holes and it looked very miserable.

The big black umbrella that used to be indestructible and could withstand all attacks in the world has turned into this. You can imagine how terrifying the power of the Buddha's light in Lanke Temple is.

Ning Que continued the cleaning work, sorting the iron arrows, paper talismans, and spare replacement arrow clusters into categories and placing them in a convenient place. Then he lifted up the floor of the carriage and took out the dry food hidden inside and the exotic stones needed to activate the carriage talisman array.

, and also took inventory of the goblin yellow fruits and other things that Big Black Horse eats.

According to the current quantity, he should be able to return to the academy from the wasteland. Even if the dry food is not enough, he will not worry about not being able to find food in the wasteland. Finding water is not a difficult task for him. If there is nothing he can do, it will be a big deal.

It's just a matter of using up your mental energy to write a few more water symbols.

The talisman paper in the copper basin had long since disappeared, turning into a warm yellow flame.

This is a fire talisman written by Ning Que a long time ago. It looks powerful, but in fact, both the flame temperature and the duration are very ordinary. In the small pot on the copper basin, the water has just boiled, and the rice grains are rolling up and down in the water, with a little color.

They are all stingy with water, and they have to wait until it is cooked. I don’t know how long it will take.

Ning Que walked out of the carriage with a root of ground ginseng, called back the big black horse that was on guard several hundred feet away, touched the mane on its neck, and thought about the scene of living and dying together in Lanke Temple.

Moved, he said: "From now on, if I have a mouthful of meat to eat, you will have a mouthful of soup to drink."

After saying this, he stuffed the ground ginseng into the big black horse's mouth, and then patted its head.

The big black horse chewed up the ground ginseng in two mouthfuls and swallowed it. He raised his head before he finished his thoughts, looked at Ning Que pitifully, and kept smacking his lips.

Its meaning is very clear. Although the owner has always been shameless and would only give me soup if he had meat to eat, but now you let me eat such a thin ginseng, how can I be full? You know, I was eaten by that person today.

The strange sinkhole and the terrifying temple scared us out of our minds, and they carried us for more than 300 miles. Don’t you understand that there is no shortage of hungry workers?

Ning Que felt a little ashamed and said, "I will definitely get you some meat to eat tomorrow. Let's do this for today."

The big black horse shook his head slightly, a little annoyed. More helpless.





The rice porridge in the pot was cooked and exuded a faint fragrance. Ning Que helped Sang Sang sit up and sat up. He fed her the porridge and said, "There are some medicines in the porridge. You idiot, don't let it go."

Know."

Sang Sang glanced out of the car with some embarrassment, then she lowered her head to eat the porridge while suppressing a smile. After eating less than half a bowl, she felt a little better. Thinking that he was injured, she said, "You should eat some too."

Ning Que said: "I have already eaten."

Sangsang said: "Cold water means dry food. How delicious is it?"

Ning Que said: "It's only after we arrived in Weicheng that life became easier. I think back when we were in Minshan, it was a very good life to be able to eat dry food. You don't have to worry that I can't get used to it."

Sang Sang thought that it would be easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it would be difficult to go from luxury to frugality. The dry food now would definitely not taste as good as when he was a child, but he knew Ning Que's temperament. She no longer tried to persuade him, but silently told herself that she had to get better quickly.

The rice porridge in the pot was still boiling, making a popping sound, the hot mist was steaming, and the carriage was very warm. Only the big black umbrella in the corner and the chessboard seemed to be emitting a chill.

The seemingly ordinary chessboard was naturally the chessboard left by the Buddha. Ning Que couldn't understand why the chessboard appeared in the carriage when it was clearly supposed to be on the chessboard.

"We now know that we are deep in the wilderness of the far west, and the location has been determined, but we don't know how many days have passed since the incident at Lanke Temple."

He said: "The old monk said that the world has been searching for us for a long time. It seems that the chessboard has still played its role. We can't run on the mountain road inside for a moment. Maybe a long time has passed in the real world outside. Although it is still late autumn, but

I think it is at least ten days later."

Sang Sang felt that his calculation was reasonable. Thinking about the Buddha's light in Lanke Temple, he was still frightened. He also thought about the movements of the ruined temple before entering the chessboard, and said: "I guess the ones who ruined the temple that day were Mr. Da and Mr. Er.

, then what happened to them later, I don’t know if anything happened.”

Ning Que said: "Don't worry, there are at most two people in the world who can deal with my two senior brothers at the same time, but those two people will definitely not dare to take action for fear of angering the teacher."

The two people he mentioned were naturally the master of Zhishou Temple and the chief lecturer of Xuankong Temple.

"I'm more worried about Master Qishan."

Ning Que thought about the virtuous Buddhist monk and the scene when the master opened the chessboard and sent the two of them away. He frowned and said: "Master's health is not good to begin with. He used the mantra to help me fight against the seven thoughts, and then he

I don't know if he can hold on if he forcibly reverses the chessboard."

Sang Sang was also very worried when he heard this. He took out a black chess piece from his waist and looked at it in concentration.

When Ning Que knew that this was the last game of Washan's three chess games, Sangsang dropped the black chess piece on the chessboard and whispered: "I have a bad feeling, so keep this chess piece as a souvenir."

"

Sang Sang nodded, made a fist with his hand, and held the black chess piece tightly, then looked at the chess board and said, "There is no breath of Buddha on this chess board. Is it considered destroyed?"

Ning Que said: "After all, it is a relic of the Buddha. Even if the world in the chessboard cannot be opened again, it is still good to keep it and sell it for money. It is not easy to just find a place and bury it."

The night is getting darker and the big black horse has fallen asleep.

With its rough skin and thick flesh, it doesn't care at all about the cold wind whizzing by in the dark night of the wilderness. Its sleeping method is also very different from that of ordinary horses. It does not fully support the weight of its body with its four hooves, nor is it like those weak old horses.

He lay on the ground like a horse, but tilted his head against the carriage, leaning like a drunkard, sniffing the aroma of rice porridge from the cracks in the window, and sleeping very sweetly.

The carriage was filled with hot mist of rice porridge, and the talisman paper in the copper basin was still slowly releasing heat. It was a bit hot and suffocating. Ning Que reached out and pushed open a gap in the skylight on the roof of the carriage.

The silver moonlight penetrated through the gap, sprinkled on him and Sangsang, and fell on the surface of everything. It became the world of silver that they both loved most.

Sangsang huddled in his arms, holding his clothes with her right hand, looking at the night sky in the gap, and found that the starry night in the wasteland was still as bright as before, but she always felt that someone among the stars was looking at her.

Wei Wei couldn't help but feel confused and frightened, and clutched Ning Que's clothes tighter.

Ning Que didn't know what she was thinking at this time, so he lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. He found that her forehead was a little cold, but it was much better than when she was sick.

He looked up at the stars in the night sky, and suddenly his heart moved slightly. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the starry sky in the gap. He moved his fingertips slowly, looking extremely dignified.

Sangsang looked at the movement traces of his fingertips and confirmed that they were not two characters. He asked nervously: "New talisman?"

Ning Que said proudly: "It's not a talisman. It's just a few words. It's a very mediocre calligraphy. It can at least be ranked in the top ten of my works. How much money can it be worth?"

The carriage is filled with silver, but those are all false. The calligraphy written in the air with your fingers, no matter how much it expresses the desolation of the world, is also false. It is worthless if it cannot be preserved.

Sangsang shook his head with some regret and said: "If you really want to go back to the academy, there will be many dangers on the way. This word cannot be sold for money, so it is better to learn a few new talismans quickly."

"Although I have entered the fate-knowing realm, my master has already gone to the Kingdom of God with that bastard master of yours, and there is no one to guide me. At most, I am considered a half-talisman master. If I can write an indefinite talisman, I am already considered a talisman.

How can a genius realize the second new talisman so easily?"

Ning Que thought about Sang Sang's previous words and remembered an extremely important thing. He looked at her and said: "No matter what dangers you encounter along the way, you are not allowed to use magic anymore, let alone open the big black umbrella.

"

Sangsang understood what he meant and nodded lightly.

If she uses the Xiling Magic, she is very likely to get sick again, or die, or attract the attention of Pluto. If she opens the big black umbrella, it is very likely to cause some other changes, and it is also possible to attract the attention of Pluto, or the Buddha.

With the attention of the two powerful Taoists, it is extremely dangerous in any case.





In the early morning, while Sangsang was still sleeping, Ning Que had already woken up. He looked at the sky and wind direction and determined that today was a good day to go on the road, so he punched the big black horse awake and let it go on the road quickly.

However, the black carriage didn't go far before it encountered an enemy. This place was deep in the wilderness, an inaccessible place, and it was difficult for even one person to encounter it, let alone an enemy.

The only thing that can explain this situation is that Haotian has discovered the existence of the daughter of Pluto, and the invisible but ever-present law of heaven has begun to try to destroy her.

This is a slightly undulating meadow. The yellow grass on the meadow has long been blown down by the cold wind. It may be dead, or it may be waiting to regenerate next spring.

Dozens of prairie cavalry wearing leather armor stood silently above a meadow, reaching out from time to time to comfort the tired horses beneath them. It seemed that they had also traveled a long distance to get here.

Ning Que glanced at the grassland cavalry and guessed the origins of these people without observing the details of their armor. In the Western Wilderness, only the tribes of Youzhang Royal Court could have such elite cavalry.

At this time, the black carriage is still about two hundred feet away from the grassland cavalry of the royal court on the right, and is still out of the range of the bow and arrow. He can let the big black horse take advantage of its speed and rush directly diagonally. I believe

No matter how skilled those cavalrymen were, they still couldn't catch up with him.

It's just that those prairie cavalry were scattered on the meadow, and the charge line was very long. They seemed sparse and weak, but in fact they were preventing the black carriage from escaping. If Ning Que wanted to leave without fighting, he would need to go around a large area as much as possible.

We can go around this meadow by zigzagging, but that would take too much time.

The most critical issue is that Ning Que has been dealing with horse thieves and prairie cavalry in the wilderness for who knows how many years. He is very sure that the cavalry coming to intercept him will definitely come in a steady stream. If he encounters someone who intercepts him, he will turn back.

However, with the opponent's riding and hunting skills, it only takes a few repetitions to use a large number of cavalry to surround the black carriage deep in the wilderness. It is very dangerous.

So Ning Que did not avoid it. The black carriage continued to drive slowly towards the meadow, and the speed became faster and faster. The steel wheels crushed the grass stems covered with thin frost and splashed countless mud.

A cavalry leader above the meadow noticed that the black carriage was charging toward him. His face did not show any joy or look of idiotic expression, but became extremely solemn. Then he slowly drew out the saber from his waist.

Whether it is the left tent, the right tent, or the golden tent, the swords of the prairie cavalry and horse thieves are all curved. Ning Que was also very accustomed to using this kind of scimitar when he was professionally cutting firewood in Weicheng a few years ago.

Because this kind of knife is very effective in cutting people's heads.

Dozens of prairie cavalrymen drew out their scimitars from their sheaths at the same time, and the sound of clanging could be heard endlessly.

When the black carriage drove to the bottom of the meadow at high speed and could no longer change direction, more than ten cavalrymen appeared quietly behind the leader, taking down their bows and arrows and aiming at the carriage!





For Ning Que, there was nothing new in the wasteland.
To be continued...
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