From his previous life to this life, he grew up soaked in blood and rotten flesh since childhood. Ning Que has no unnecessary moral cleanliness in his bones. In order to achieve his goals, he can do whatever he wants. So he never thought that when his strength could not shake Xiahou, the violent god, he broke into the camp with one sword and blew blood and stared at him and died.
That kind of thing seems to be a passionate and glorious, but in his opinion it is just an idiotic act of giving up on oneself. You died casually. Fortunately, Xiahou sat on the table and might even use your head to make a wine glass. Then, you, who turned into bones, stared at the other person with black eye sockets in vain, and you would not be able to hurt the other person's hair.
This does not mean that a clear understanding of Xiahou's powerful strength will make him cowardly. He has always been secretly watching the general with great military achievements, carefully looking for the other party's loopholes, and thinking about the various details of the future decisive battle. , even thought about how to drag the second senior brother and Chen Pipi into the mud without any moral integrity.
According to his analysis, Xiahou was at the peak of martial arts, and if he knew his destiny, the second senior brother Chen Pipi could destroy the other party with his two great destiny. The question he needed to study was just how to tie these two senior brothers up. Go to your belt and join in this vigorous career with yourself.
However, before I could figure out how to use the academy to deal with Xiahou, I heard the news that a volume of the seven heavenly books was left in the wasteland. Thinking of the caravan that quietly disguised himself as unearthed Tuyang City, he felt a little anxious. If Xiahou really got the book of heaven and broke the situation as easily as the rumors, then who else could deal with him?
He opened the window, looked at the wind and snow outside the house, thought about the hatred that could not be dissolved between himself and Xiahou, and the hatred left by the little blackzi on his shoulders, shook his head and said, "No," he said, " Allow this to happen."
Although more than 100,000 reinforcements from various countries gathered on the northern border of Yan, including young strong men from the Baita of Yuelun Kingdom, Jiange of Nanjin, and Mochiyuan of Dahe Kingdom, after all, they are truly qualified to do so. The only one who fought for the Heavenly Book of the Temple Judgment Department was this powerful general who had been fighting on the border for many years.
Of course, this was when the Tang Empire and the academy were not formally taking action.
Ning Que said to himself, "House of the Temple, Your Majesty suspects that he will collude with the Temple. For this book of heaven, will Xiahou have conflicts with the Temple? What can you use from it?"
It is impossible to come up with a real solution to watch the snow and enjoy the scenery, but his determination is becoming stronger and stronger.
Now there must be strong people gathering on the wasteland. The Temple Judgment Office, Prince Longqing, and even the Taoist Ye Hongyu who was afraid of even Chen Pipi may be on the wasteland. With his mere state of inconsistency, even if he goes there, it seems that he has gone there. It won't be of any use, but he still wants to go.
He crossed the river by feeling the stones, stepped on the winter grass into the field, and took corresponding measures accordingly according to the situation. As long as Xiahou did not get the heavenly books, he was even willing to help the Xiling Temple and even burned the heavenly books with a torch.
There was nothing left and right, and he closed the window and took off his clothes and went to the kang to get into the warm bed. The erotic novel he took in the cliff cave in the academy did not bring Bian Han, which was a big regret. Lying on the side of the slightly warm and hard kang, he thought about going to the wasteland and the anger that no one tucked the corner of the quilt, he fell asleep after tossing for a moment.
The wind and snow outside the house became heavier and heavier. It took a whole night. When Ning Que woke up the next morning, the sky light that was supposed to be dim had already become extremely bright. It easily pierced the window and shone into the house. He rubbed his eyes. When I walked to the window and looked at it, I saw that the sky and the earth were covered with snow white, clean and bright, making me feel a little palpitations.
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The lakeside has long been frozen, but the water in the distance has not completely frozen. The ice floating on the water carries the white snow that fell last night, looking like a ball of fluffy white grass, beautiful and a bit cute. The branches and leaves stretching obliquely by the lake carry a stream of snow, just like someone weaving a shabby white towel for a giraffe.
The hot fog spurted out from the nasal cavity of the big black horse, and the horse's hooves stepped on a messy abstract painting in the snow on the lakeside. Ning Que rode on the horse's back and looked at the blue sea covered by winter snow, and felt clear and comfortable.
When he arrived at the stone pond where he had been reclining these days, he found that the water that seeped from the lake to the pond had long been frozen into a crystal clear jade, with no snowflakes falling on it, which looked very clean. He reached into the air and sensed the wind, understanding that it was because the north wind became violent.
Just as he was thinking about this, a few muffled sounds suddenly came from the wind, as if the sound of metal objects intersecting with some hard wood. He stepped on the kickstand, straightened his body and looked at the place where the sound began, and saw that The yellow cloth in the hot spring stream pool is still there, but two figures splashing in the snow forest can be seen vaguely.
He has decided to go deep into the wasteland, but he still comes to the lakeside today. Ning Que naturally has his own reason. This truth is related to the women of the Great River Country next to the hot spring stream pool. However, he did not determine what to plan. He saw it in advance. Such a scene.
When he stepped on the kickstand, his vision naturally became much wider and he could see the movements and stillness clearly.
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Zhuo Zhihua stood up with the help of her junior sister, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the corners of her lips, dripping on the snow covered with scattered footprints, making a crackling sound.
Not far away in front of her was a monk wearing a hat. Even in such a cold weather, the monk was still naked, slowly plucking the rosary with his thumb on his right hand, and holding an iron staff in his left hand. The head of the pole penetrates deep into the snow.
Zhuo Zhihua is the third disciple of Mochiyuan. He has the deepest skills among these young men and girls, but he is still not the enemy of this ascetic monk. Thinking about the cold treatment I encountered in Yan State these days and the humiliation I have today, she stared at the other party and said sternly: "The wettest and cold place in the military camp, you let us live, we have to leave the military camp and hide in the wilderness. Are you Not satisfied yet?"
The ascetic monk slowly raised his head, his hat covered his upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face exposed outside was cold and without any emotion: "The camp assignment is the matter of General Yan State, and I am the moonlight. What does the country do?"
Zhuo Zhihua raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood from his lips, questioning, "Then you still have to grab this hot spring."
"You have used this hot spring for so many days, it should be enough."
The ascetic monk from Yuelun Kingdom said the reasons were simple and rough. It was obvious that he only cared about driving the boys and girls of Dahe Kingdom out of the hot springs, and did not care about any reason.
"Everything must be reasonable."
Zhuo Zhihua's eyes drooped slightly, and he held the slender sword by his waist with both hands again, and said in a deep voice: "Come first and then come to this kind of thing. Even a three-year-old child knows it. Don't the master know?"
The ascetic monk responded coldly: "I am a monk and do not know worldly affairs."
Zhuo Zhihua adjusted his breathing, then raised his head, and a trace of determination flashed through his bright eyes.
The ascetic monk noticed her sword preparation action, and knew that the other party might use Mo Chiyuan's ultimate move. He frowned slightly and said unhappily: "All of them are people in the right path. Do you have to separate them from the dead? To be honest, this is what you said. The Eye Hot Spring is for your aunt and princess, so you should get out of here sooner."
Hearing the words "Auntie and Princess", Zhuo Zhihua's resoluteness suddenly subsided, and he turned his head to look at the yellow cloth. The girls in Mochiyuan behind her also became even more silent.
The aunt he called in the name of the monk in Baita Temple in Yuelun Kingdom is naturally the profound but unreasonable Aunt Qunimadi. The princess he called is naturally one of the famous three fools in the world: Flowers The foolish Lu Chenjia.
"So what about the flower cynic Lu Chenjia? Can you forcefully steal other people's place?"
The Tmall woman shouted loudly, because the weather was cold, her cheeks were slightly red, and there were more fur fur around her head and face, which looked very cute. Even if she scolded her, it would only make people feel urge to laugh.
However, the monk from Baita Temple couldn't laugh. Listening to the girl's words about His Highness, the princess who was deeply loved and respected by the monks and laymen of Yuelun Kingdom, the face under the shadow of the hat looked even more gloomy.
"This female donor, beware of the misfortune coming from the mouth."
The Tmall girl snorted coldly, walked to Zhuo Zhihua and said, "Senior Sister, please take a break."
After saying this, she took off her shoes, walked slowly forward, held the long sword at her waist tightly, and looked at the ascetic monk and said in a clear voice: "The Tmall girl in Mochiyuan asked the master for advice."
When I held the ebony handle of the sword with both hands, the cute expression on the girl's face was gone, leaving only the quiet and solemn. The white socks stepped on the white snow and made a slight squeaking sound, giving the viewer an extremely strange Feel.
The ascetic monk looked slightly solemn, and his right hand stretched forward, and the black black rosary slowly turned.
"kill!"
A sharp sound burst out from the cute little mouth of Tmall girl. A light green luster flashed through the snow forest. The sword instantly pulled out of her waist sheath, with a move forward in a way. Her small body instantly swept across the distance between the two, and slashed at the monk's body with hissing sword energy!
The ascetic monk was unable to defend himself, and he groaned and stepped back repeatedly. His naked black feet kicked up countless snow balls mixed with grass roots on the snow. The string of black rosary beads in his right hand flew to his chest and whistled and rotated.
The light green luster is restrained as soon as it appears.
The ascetic monk reached out to grab the black rosary back, and scratches appeared on the surface of the hard rosary.
The cotton monk's robe on his body was cut through a very deep hole by the sword's edge, and the cotton bloomed, with blood marks hidden.
If the Tmall girl gave her this sword a deeper, I am afraid that the monk would be cut open and die of caesarean section on the spot.
The Tmall woman kept her half-squatting sword in a posture, her chest was slightly undulating, her face was slightly red, she breathed softly, and her bright eyes were full of excitement. This was the first time she had officially fought with someone, but she had obtained it without expecting it. Victory.
The ascetic monk looked down at the sword marks on his chest, and his stone-like jaw trembled slightly in shock and anger. He stared at the Tmall girl coldly and said in a cold voice: "A little girl who has just entered the state of forty, is so cruel and ruthless. "
Tmall girl's previous anti-Snow Slash was a secret sword-drawing style of the river. It was a sensual but resolute one. She would never leave any chance to fight back. However, in the eyes of this monk, such a sudden move was not the same as There is no difference between a sneak attack. If it weren't for a sneak attack, how could she have hurt herself?
The monk in Yuelun Kingdom lightly proclaimed the Buddha's name, and his mind was released quickly. The energy of heaven and earth around him began to gather due to sensing. The dry leaves and snow in the snow forest began to fly. The string of black rosary beads in his hand roared and smashed into the sky. Catwoman's little face.
The Tmall girl felt the strong wind coming to her face, and looked at the black rosary that was approaching instantly, and her reaction was obviously a beat slower than before. After all, she was the little girl who fought for the first time. She thought that since she had won the other party's sword before, And he had already shown mercy to his subordinates, so the battle came to an end. Unexpectedly, the other party started attacking again!
At this critical moment, the practice of drawing swords day after day and night by Mogan Mountain allowed her physical instinct to make the most appropriate response. With another childish shout, she stepped on the white snow in white socks. After repeated mistakes, he flipped his hands and half-hanged in the air around his waist and raised it, slashing towards the string of rosary.
However, the string of rosary that rosy and rotating at high speed seemed to be spiritual, suddenly deformed in the air, avoiding the sharp blade, and then turning back, and putting it on the blade in the Tmall woman's hand.
The rosary beads wrapped around Xueliang's sword blade, and a powerful force was passed down, making the Tmall woman unable to move the sword at all. She could only watch the iron staff that the ascetic monk had been holding in his left hand smashed down on his head!
"I am merciful!"
The ascetic monk shouted sternly.
The Tmall girl could not pick the string of rosary, and could only let the shadow of the stick cover her red face.
In the snow forest, the girls from the Great River Kingdom screamed out, but there was no time to provide assistance.
Beside the yellow cloth beside Wenxi, a right hand holding a brush paused slightly, as if he was about to do something.
At this moment, a howling arrow suddenly broke through the lakeside.
An arrow came from outside the forest like lightning, flew over closely to the slender sword stretching forward by Tmall girl, accurately shooting the black black rosary in a very small inch!
With the buzzing sound, the feather arrow shot black rosary from the sword body and shot hard into a big tree. The tail of the arrow kept shaking, and the black rosary nailed into the cluster of arrows trembled even more violently, but it was simply There is no escape.
The sudden change shocked everyone.
The Tmall Girl Show Sword suddenly gained freedom. With the last sword force, it forced the iron rod that was attacking her little face. The heavy tip of the rod hit her side, splashing countless mud Snow.
The ascetic monk of the Yuelun Kingdom did not look back, and could sense the attacks on his natal rosary, and a strong sense of warning arises in his heart. However, this monk who was used to fighting ignored the enemy hidden in the dark. He roared with a stick in both hands and smashed it towards the girl's body again.
Countless footprints burst out on the snow in the forest, and each footprint was trampled with a snowflake. A figure floated over, and a slight cool light came up on the stick. The cold instantly invaded the monk's fingers, which seemed to be even more than the winter wind in the wasteland. It's even colder.
The monk resolutely abandoned his stick and retreated quickly.
The blade did not retreat, and advanced rapidly, breaking its sleeves, cutting its shoulders, and finally resting coldly on the monk's throat.
The monk's hands drooped and did not dare to make any moves.
Ning Que held the slender Pu sword, looked at the monk under the knife, and said, "The master doesn't seem to understand compassion."
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(I am really sick and a little annoyed. I wrote this day too hard. If I can't stand it tomorrow, I will ask for leave. If I can hold it up, I will write it.)