After Ning Que left, the girls from the mountain stream were still talking excitedly about the yellow cloth surrounding the river country. The Tmall girl soaked her little feet in a slightly hot spring and said happily: "Brother Zhong turned out to be a disciple of the academy. No wonder this is so sharp."
Zhuo Zhihua smiled and looked at her, saying, "I guessed it when I first met, otherwise why the mountain master would have asked us to be so polite to him. If it were someone else, he would have been expelled from several miles long ago."
Then she sighed and said, "Fortunately, this senior brother from the academy came forward. I think the people in Yuelun Kingdom and Yan Camp would be more honest and would not even send someone to force him to rob him."
The Tmall girl was thinking about some details of the battle, slapped the stream with her little feet, raised her head slightly, and asked curiously: "Winning that smelly monk, Senior Brother Zhong did not use any means of cultivation, nor even I felt that there was fluctuation in his mind power. Senior sister, is he a cultivator?"
Zhuo Zhihua was stunned and said, "I heard that there are no amazing talents in the academy this year. Mr. Xie, the strongest of the six people in the art department, has only reached the state of for no confusion. Since this senior brother Zhong has not entered the art department, he thinks he cannot practice. Bar?"
This sentence is a bit hesitant because she herself doesn't believe it. An ordinary academy student who knows how to practice can easily defeat the monks of Baita Temple with a knife and arrow in her hand.
A quiet corner of the yellow cloth, the hot fog in the hot spring mountain stream gathers and disperses, the winter sun shines from the top of the forest, making everything with a dazzling halo, the black hair in a white shirt The girl seemed to have not heard the girls' conversations, and she calmly held her pen and slowly wrote. As the tip of the pen moved, her hair slowly poured down her shoulders.
Then, a letter from Yanying broke the joy and tranquility of the mountain stream.
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Now Ning Que has embarked on a completely different path from ordinary practitioners. He always demands himself on the principle of "not practicing for the purpose of "not fighting against enemies, he eats too much," and in his daily practice and combat practice In a sense, although the state of cultivation is still ordinary, he can already be called a master, especially when facing ordinary practitioners.
If he was asked to accompany Xiaoshu to fight against Chunfeng Pavilion, he would be much more relaxed when facing the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the monks of Yuelun Kingdom. If he asked him to kill the swordsman in Xiaozhuli by the lake in Chang'an City alone, he would not be so aware of it anymore. Severe injury.
Of course, if he meets those great practitioners who know the fate, or strong people like Prince Longqing and Wang Jingluo, no matter how fast his reaction is or how powerful his fighting style is, he will still urinate with a wave of his hand and a snap of his fingers. Gray and Chen fell to the ground in a mess and were beaten to death.
However, when you really meet such a strong man in the wasteland, Ning Que naturally has other means, whether it is the talisman skills that have not been used in battle, or the tips given to him by Master Yan Se, or the Congregation Academy The collective wisdom of the Yuan Thirteen Arrows in the back mountain will be his means to save his life.
Having a calm and objective judgment of his own strength has a relatively accurate assessment of the danger of entering the wasteland. He knew that it was impossible for him to forcibly snatch the heavenly book between masters from all sides, but he secretly watched or It is to occasionally make some bad things and cause some trouble to Xiahou, and the problem should not be big.
Hiding his identity and sneaking into the wasteland is also a sightseeing place. If the situation changes suddenly, he will really anger those laity who waves his hands and shock the wind and rain. He is forced into a desperate place and cannot escape. He still has nowhere to hide. There are two last methods to save lives, but those two methods are not worthy of being told by outsiders.
"Sir, do you want to go into the wasteland alone? I swear to never obey."
On the surface, he was the confidant captain of the General's Mansion, and on the surface, he was the officer of His Majesty's secret guard. He looked angry and determined, and put several small flowers in front of him without hesitation... on his neck superior.
"If you want to get rid of your subordinates and enter the wasteland yourself, please step on my body and leave this room."
Ning Que shook his head helplessly as the captain who was swearing to death.
The various parts of the Tang Empire were clear and rigorous. The Tianshu Office and the Dark Guard were directly under the imperial palace, but there was no connection between them, so the captain had no idea about the purpose of his entry into the wasteland.
Ning Que didn't care much about the nervous attitude of the captain, but also cared about how he should enter the wasteland. It was safe and convenient to evacuate. The best way was to lead thousands of elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty to break into the royal court and cross Hulan. The sea goes straight to the deserted tribe, but how can thousands of elite cavalry run with dust and run to find the Heavenly Book? How can I hide it from General Xiahou?
Riding alone through the wasteland seems to be a heroic choice. However, although he believed that with his ability and familiarity with the wasteland, it would be easy to survive, but this choice was too clear and it would be too easy to become the most obvious target - a single person rides a dark horse with an arrow. He ran to the royal court and clearly told the temple that the spy detectives in the wilderness and countless forces were eyewitnesses. This guy was awesome, confident and narcissistic.
Only the immortal sun is qualified to be so awesome, so confident and so narcissistic. Ruo Ningque rises on the grassland like a sun, which will attract everyone's attention in the shortest time, and then be Identity is found. All forces know that you represent the will of the Tang Dynasty court and the academy. Even if you don't come to kill you, there are countless ways to trap you somewhere, making it impossible for you to get in touch with what you want to get in touch.
This is how the General's Mansion in Tuyang City did, so Ning Que was escorted by dozens of elite Tang army soldiers, and could only roam the frontier for in-depth travel all day long. At this time, the captain who looked at him was determined and tragically did the same, so Ning Que could only frown and think about something else.
"You said, what method should I use to enter the wasteland to the most appropriate one?"
The captain was stunned, with a look of grief and anger on his face. His sword had already been put on his neck. The adults ignored it at all and insisted on going into the wasteland. He also asked himself how? Do you have to tremble your right hand and pull a bloody mouth on your neck, so that you can look at yourself first?
Ning Que suddenly remembered the yellow cloth beside the stream on the lakeside, and his frown gradually stretched out. He looked up at the captain who was still holding a knife and putting it on his neck, and said, "I have something to do. The academy is here to practice. Among the students, there is a person named Zhong Dajun. He is now in Chengshan Camp. I have been with you a few days ago. I want you to find a way to imprison him so that he will not have any contact with the outside world, and to do a secret, you Can it be done?"
The captain held up the knife and felt his neck stiff. He felt that his movements were a little funny. He replied distressedly: "There should be no problem, it's just an adult..."
Ning Que waved his hand, refused to listen to his advice, and said seriously: "Don't try to stop me in this way. I have never been afraid of death, let alone the one who is seeking death."
The captain was completely disappointed and thought that meeting such a stern-hearted boss would be a great misfortune in life.
Ning Que looked at his knife holding the position and said, "You hold the knife in your right hand. If you want to commit suicide, should you turn the blade across and put it on the right side of your neck?"
The captain then realized that there was something wrong with his knife holding, so he took off his head in shame, covered his face and ran out of the house.
Ning Que shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He reached into his clothes and took out all the waist cards he was holding in , wondering when he would become a dormant cat?
He has many trump cards and more waist cards.
From the academy, from the secret guard, from the Yulong Gang, from the Tianshu, and from the third senior sister Yu Lian, there are wood, metal or stone, or neither metal nor wood or stone, with different colors and lusters, densely packed on the table .
"How can every waist card play the most critical role?"
He looked at the waist card on the table and thought seriously, thinking that the waist card of the dark guard should be of no use on the grassland, but there must be secret spies from the court in the left tent. At that time, he could use the waist card at the Tianshu to command the other party. It's really urgent, so the academy waist card should be thrown out as a magic weapon.
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Aunt Qunimadi, who has a high status in the Yuelun Kingdom and Lu Chenjia, the famous flower-in-law, want a hot spring to take a bath, it cannot be considered a very unfair request no matter how you look at it. However, the hot spring has been occupied by the female disciples of Mochiyuan, Dahe Guoguo, so this request became undivided, which triggered a dispute and led to more undivided things.
They are all practitioners who led the Xiling Temple to come to help Yan. The Mochiyuan of the Dahe Kingdom only came to some ordinary disciples. The Saint of Calligraphy did not come in person, while the Baita Temple of the Yuelun Kingdom was led by Aunt Qu himself. What's more, there is a well-known story between the flower silly Lu Chenjia and Prince Longqing, the second-person figure of the Temple Judgment Department? So both the temple and the Yan State had a clear attitude towards this dispute.
Ning Que defeated the monk from Baita Temple and temporarily retained the ownership of the Hot Spring Stream for the girls in the Great River Country. However, shortly afterwards, an extremely difficult task fell on the girls.
The Central Plains countries decided to negotiate with the left tent royal court. In order to show sincerity and show their benevolence and peace, the temple Guangming Department came forward and called on the countries to collect a batch of food and send it to the wasteland to help the royal tribes to survive the winter.
No matter how bright an idiot is, it is impossible to do such stupid things as raising a tiger, so the amount of food in this batch cannot be too large, it just has a symbolic meaning. Since it is a symbolic meaning, it naturally needs to be transported to the royal court before the arrival of winter. However, the weather is cold and the ground is cold and deep into the wasteland, and you may encounter horse thieves at any time, which is difficult and dangerous.
Especially if the coalition commander battalion is willing to send a very small number of cavalry escorts to the ground, this mission will look even more terrifying.
The girls from Mochi Garden in Dahe Country were received.
The girls from the Great River Kingdom followed the group of cavalry to escort the food to the wasteland, and naturally they could no longer occupy the beautiful Wenxi River by the lake. No matter what dangers they would encounter on the road, it would be their own responsibility.
The Tmall woman said angrily: "It's too much! We should scold the temple!"
A female disciple said sadly: "The meaning of a temple is probably behind this order."
The Tmall girl opened her big eyes and didn't understand her senior sister's words. How could the Haotian Dao Temple, which is noble, sacred, light and justice in the hearts of believers all over the world, do such a thing?
Zhuo Zhihua said with a whisper: "Prince Longqing is the future son-in-law of Yuelun Kingdom. Who do you think the temple will be directed to? Although there is no evidence, you can guess the reason for the issuance of this transfer order. The aunt Qu from Yuelun Kingdom has always come. She holds great revenge, but Senior Brother Zhong is a student of the academy and is in the Bishui Camp in Dongshengzhai. She has no choice but to show her arrogance, of course she has to come to us. If this is the case, how can she show her arrogance? "
The girls from the Great River Country by the mountain stream thought about the dangers they might encounter on the long journey and were extremely worried. They all looked at the black-haired girl next to the small table deep in the yellow cloth.
"Master, now you have to stand up and speak."
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(In recent days, I have only written it with the greatest perseverance and hard work. Day after day, I am afraid of tomorrow. If I really can't fight, I will tell you that if I can fight, I won't talk. grateful.)