Chapter 251 (2/2)
Over and over again.
Prince Long Qing picked up a piece of woodsc.r.a.p again and stuck it in the mud infront of him.
A short moment later, the long-short woodpiece seemed to become a fence and surrounded him.
His disheveled black hair scattered behind his shoulder. His black Taoist Robe that had been very clean was covered in dirt and snow mud, looking a bit messy. There was a worried expression hidden in his wide brows.
He closed his eyes and used his hands to gently touch his knees. He calmed down and chanted a pa.s.sage from Haotian doctrine.
There was a fence made of firewood outside his body.
There was a fire burning in his heart.
He wanted to destroy the fence and set the flame free.
He got enlightenment from his failure. From then on, he no longer failed and naturally knew his destiny.
At this time, Ning Que could not confirm where Prince Long Qing was in Tianqi Mountains. He even did not know this son of G.o.d who was loyal to Taoism had regarded him as an obstacle like a useless woodpiece that must be unplugged before his entering Knowing Destiny State.
”In Shubi Lake, I was called as firewood-collector and barbarians or Horse Gang liked to call me firewood-chopper.”
He led the Big Black Horse and happily described his past to Mo Shanshan beside him. In this lonely journey into the mountain, aimless searching made them easily bored. If they did not chat often, he was really worried that he would leave at once and ignore Youngest Uncle's nonsense.
Chatting always needed two people. After all, there was no person in this world like Zhou Botong, a talkative figure in Chinese novels. But Mo Shanshan had lived beside the teachers of Ink Lake since childhood had few secular experiences. Except a period of communication with Flower Addict, Lu Chenjia, via letters, she had only a life span of pen and ink. So she only spent a short time explaining her life.
Ning Que lamented that Calligraphy Addict had a clean, simple and happy life. In order to kill time, he had to tell his own stories. Fortunately there were too many things in his life. Even if he removed those that were too b.l.o.o.d.y or violated the human moral, he still could not finish the rest within three days and nights.
Mo Shanshan had been quietly listening and occasionally showed a smile on her slightly round face that became a little red from the blizzard. After Ning Que reminded her several times, she soon learned to ask at the right time, ”And then?”
Later, as her question of ”And then?” continued, they came to the quiet Snow Mountain. Ning Que finally confirmed that the Desolate Man did not lie to him. The caravan from Tuyang City indeed went south without entering the mountain. He could not help feeling somewhat doubtful. Could it be that Xia Hou had given up on looking for the ”Ming” Handscroll of Tomes of Arcane?
It was a bit tough in the winter in the Wilderness. Both of them were cultivators, so they could resist coldness and heat. But they still felt a bit cold from the wild snowy wind. And this rolling mountain in front was also a great challenge for them.
This north section of Tianqi Mountain was steep and difficult to walk on. Combined with the coldness and dangers, neither Desolate Man nor gra.s.sland barbarians could ever go into the mountain. Although the Big Black Horse was strong enough, Ning Que did not dare to take it into the mountain.
After he unloaded the heavy luggage, he heavily patted on the Big Black Horse's hip, saying, ”Find another place to have fun. If you can't find food, you go back first.”
The Big Black Horse suddenly felt much relieved and ignored what he had said, neighing happily and loudly and running down along a gentle slope on the mountain. It remembered that it had vaguely seen a coniferous forest northwest on the road. Although it did not like eating barks, those cold-resistant squirrels surely had hiden something for the winter and pine nuts seemed to taste good...
Mo Shanshan looked at the Big Black Horse who instantly disappeared like black lightning. She tightened the scarf on her neck and asked in a state of confusion, ”Will it find something to eat?”
”It's a foodie and therefore, good at finding food.”
Ning Que searched for the luggage for a long time and then pulled out a piece of cloth. He looked at the girl with a smile, adding. ”The people in the back of the mountain are a group of foodies. Sometimes I really feel that the Big Black Horse naturally belongs to the Academy.”
Mo Shanshan kept silent for a long time and softly asked in doubt. ”The Headmaster... is also a foodie?”
Ning Que did not hear her question clearly. He held up the blood cloth in his hand and aimed it at the unreal light in the sky. Facing the sunlight, he wanted to see what was hidden inside, but ultimately only saw some blood.
”If this is a test, are there no tips?”
Ning Que watched the blood cloth sent by the Nation Master, Li Qingshan, over and over again for a long time. He said annoyedly, ”There should be a treasure map in it. If not, how will I find the Front Gate of Devil's Doctrine? If we two can enter Devil's Doctrine by casually and blindly wandering in, why is it known as Unknown Place?”
Mo Shanshan gently shook her head and said, ”Let's go into the mountain first.”
Ning Que nodded and carried the luggage on his back, digging his boots deeper into the snow.
Mo Shanshan curiously looked at the baggage on his shoulder, wondering what exactly was inside it that it looked so heavy.
Ning Que looked at her frozen eyelashes like frost silks and her reddish cheeks, suddenly asking, ”Are you cold?”
Mo Shanshan nodded, for she did not want to hide anything from him.
”Why did you not say it earlier?”
Ning Que pa.s.sed a piece of Fu paper to her and said, ”Put it on your waist. It can keep you warm. If it's not enough, you can ask for more. I still have a lot.”
Mo Shanshan listened to him and put the slightly yellow Fu paper on her waist. Later she felt a bit confused and wondered why she followed his order. When the warmth gradually seeped into her waist, she could not help but be amazed. ”What's this?”
”My first experiment product, the fire talisman.”
Ning Que carried his luggage walking towards the valley and said with a smile, ”It failed. There is no way to condense the fire within the Breath of nature. It can only warm up slowly. When I left Chang'an, I thought it must be cold in the Wilderness. So I wrote a few more.”
When Mo Shanshan heard these words, she suddenly felt a chill on her cheeks that had gradually heated up because of warmth and shyness. She said in a trembling voice. ”Using Fu paper... to warm up? How many fire talismans do you have?”
Ning Que said, ”I didn't count. Maybe dozens. They're useless, after all. You can use them as you wish.”
Mo Shanshan slightly blinked her eyelashes, suddenly breaking the frost silk on them. She stared at him and could not say anything. She simply thought that writing talisman took a lot of Psyche Power, how could he waste his valuable Psyche Power on an unnecessary trifle?
She was addicted in Talisman Taoism all her life and regarded it as a priority. So the more she thought of it, the angrier she became.
Ning Que turned back to see her look and could not help wondering. ”What's wrong?”
Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes and said very seriously, ”You're such a squanderer. Don't do this in the future.”
Ning Que smilingly scratched his head and did not answer her.
It might be really wasteful to use Fu paper as a heater.
However, he had plenty Psyche Power and he could recover very quickly.
Most importantly, Sangsang had a weak body and feared the cold.
He had written hundreds of such talismans in Old Brush Pen Shop. So Sangsang certainly would not have such a tough life in this winter.
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