247 White Snow and Black Eyebrow Never Cheated Each Other (1/2)
Chapter 247: White Snow and Black Eyebrow Never Cheated Each Other
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The rain had stopped and the light of the early morning sun gradually appeared. The beasts looking for food were walking among the hardy woods, with the snow on the trees shook off. The original yellowish black of the trees added some color and vitality to the vast snowfield. However, looking at the thick bloodstain which was gradually covered by snow outside the tent, the young girl's face was still pale.
Mo Shanshan in the Mogan Mountain never killed a person before arriving at the snowfield. Later she began killing some people in the snowfield. Even so, she didn't kill a fellow before last night. For a person who believed in Haotian, the men from the Divine Hall were, of course, her fellows.
Her master was a visiting professor of the Divine Hall and she believed in Haotian too. This time, she was ordered by the Divine Hall to investigate enemy's situation in the snowfield. However, she unexpectedly had killed three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall last night.
Mo Shanshan wasn't scared but felt a little confused. It was hard for her to mentally accept this fact. After thinking of it for the half night, she still couldn't figure it out. Why had the situation back then developed into the current one? Why had she naturally burnt that deacon of the Judicial Department into flying light ash by her incineration talisman without any hesitation, when Ning Que began fighting against them?
Holding a bowl of broth, Ning Que were squatting on the door of the tent and enjoyable drinking it. Obviously, the corpses of those deacons in black, which were not far away from him, didn't make any influence on his appetite.
His eyes fell on Mo Shanshan's pale face. When he noticed her loosely indifferent eyes became a little frustrated and helpless, he knew what was wrong with her. He stood up and consoled her, ”If you regret what you have done, you will achieve nothing except for adding more burdens to your mentality.”
Mo Shanshan slowly shook her head, with her beautiful eyebrows gently blinking. She looked at his eyes and seriously said, ”Introspection can prevent us from making more mistakes, or you think introspection is unnecessary?”
”If you are talking about the inexplicable battle last night...”
Ning Que shrugged his shoulder and drank out the last mouth of broth left in the bowl. He said, ”There's certainly no need to introspect. I won't consider whether they are bigwigs of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall. All I know is they want to kill me. Therefore, it's natural for me to fight against them.”
Later he seriously added, ”The three deacons were weaker than us, but they intended to kill us. As a result, they were killed by us. In general, they made the mistake due to their low intelligence quotient. However, if we were killed by them in that situation, it was about the emotional quotient. In the former situation, it was called stupidity, which still could be cured by medicine. But in the latter situation, it was named simpleton, which was incorrigible.”
Listening to such vulgar words, Mo Shanshan couldn't help frowning. After recalling the battle process last night, she seriously argued for the dead, ”The Confinement of Taoists Law is a kind of passive means like the Qi of Heaven and Earth or the Encircling Array Tactical. Yesterday that three deacons just wanted to subdue you, but not to kill you right away.”
”But later that man would like to disable my ability.”
Ning Que smilingly said, ”I'm not used to reasoning with others after being disabled. As I mentioned before, such kind of simpleton in emotional quotient can't be cured.”
Mo Shanshan said carefully, ”Since I was there, of course, I wouldn't let you be beaten to disability.”
The ordinary words showed a kind of merited confidence. The young girl's killing three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall made her a little absent-minded, but it didn't represent that, in her mind, three deacons were more powerful than her.
The word, which meant protecting someone more or less, might displease many hot-blooded young boys. However, when Ning Que listened to it and looked at her eyes, he was moved and then somehow felt a little nervous.
In order to get rid of the nervousness immediately, he shook his head and said, ”Even if these deacons were unable to defeat us, what should that Desolate mother and her son do? If the three deacons wanted to kill them, would you stop it or not?”
Ning Que looked at the young girl and smilingly said, ”You have a warm heart, so it is impossible for you to be a bystander when they were bullied. Moreover, considering that we were offered so much dried meat by them, won't you feel embarrassed if you don't help them?”
Mo Shanshan slightly lowered and looked at her tiptoes below the fringe of her thick cotton skirt. She absolutely had no idea what she should say to this lad. In her view, though both of them weren't afraid of the men from the Divine Hall, yet the way Ning Que talked about killing the deacons of the Judicial Department was very casual, as if they just incidentally killed two sheep on the way.
The young girl said in a low voice, ”But they are the men from the Divine Hall.”
When dealing with the dead bodies last night, Ning Que found a piece of ID token from a deacon in black, who was killed into two halves by him. Mo Shanshan confirmed the identity of that deacon in black. It seemed that he was from the family of a very important figure of the Divine Hall. However, Ning Que didn't fear it because no one could blame him if there was no evidence for his killing.
Like many people in the world, he believed in Haotian too. However, after experiencing a homeless and miserable life on the bottom of the society from an early age and witnessing the ugliness of the world, Ning Que didn't have too much respect to such a kind of legendary place as the Divine Hall. What was more, since he returned to Chang'an and was accepted by the Academy, he was long and deeply influenced by the pride and narcissism in the back of the mountain of the Academy. Thus, his reverence for Haotian and the Divine Hall became weaker and weaker.
In addition, his handmaiden once admired the beauty of Prince Long Qing whom Ning Que had two battles within Chang'an. Though he seemed very calm when his handmaiden showed her admiration to that prince, he actually had felt very uncomfortable about it for a long time. Furthermore, the two young lads had a bloody fight on the meadow not long ago. As a result, Ning Que's respect to the Divine Hall totally faded away and even generated a deep hatred.
In such a situation, there was little difference for him between killing three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall and butchering three sheep. Thus, it didn't cause any trouble or confusion to him in psychology and mind, and he even had the mood to admire the beautiful face of the young girl.
When Ning Que was looking at Mo Shanshan's innocent and helpless facial expression, he subconsciously wanted to touch her lovely plump cheeks. Suddenly, her identity as Calligraphy Addict crossed his mind. He forcibly calmed down and considerately said, ”I will deal with the dead bodies later. No one will know about it as I am very good at covering it.”
It was a pity that there was only one Academy in the world, and only the Academy had the ability to teach such a student as Ning Que. Though Mo Shanshan was the well-known Calligraphy Addict, she still couldn't ignore those figures of the Divine Hall with a casual smile as Ning Que did.
Looking at the young girl who still kept silent with her head lowered, Ning Que shook his head and then smilingly said, ”Don't forget what happened on the meadow. In fact, your Younger Brother was killed by the men of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, though they didn't do it in person. Therefore, from the simplest emotional perspective, you shouldn't be on their side.”
”If one is against you, you should be against him or her. Now, the Divine Hall has done something harmful to you, so you don't have to consider their death. In the past, you hadn't met any Desolate Man, so you actually don't have to help the Divine Hall kill the Desolate Man, who came southward for a thousand miles. That woman from the Desolate Man tribe didn't hew you with a knife at her first sight of you. Instead, she offered you a piece of meat and now she is making broth for you...Do you know what the piece of 'one-thousand-year' meat represents? It is a kind of predestined relationship!”
Ning Que raised his arm and gently patted her on her shoulder. He turned his head and smilingly said, ”Thank you very much, elder sister.”
The curtains were pulled open. The woman from the Desolate Man tribe walked towards them with a bowl of broth and several pieces of whole-grain bread in her hands. She nodded at Ning Que and smilingly said, ”Actually, we should thank you for what you did for us last night.”
The body of the Desolate Man was very special and their muscles were very strong. Last night, the woman's shoulder was hurt by the Taoist Sword of that deacon in black. However, she could recover quickly after Mo Shanshan used her talisman to remove the force of Haotian Divine light left on the woman's wound.
Hiding behind the curtains, the boy from the Desolate Man tribe curiously looked at the young lad and girl from Central Plains and then asked, ”You are from Central Plains, but why would you help us kill those Central Plains men?”
With eyebrows slightly raised, Ning Que inspiringly said, ”Because we are two good Central Plains people.”
The boy confusedly scratched his head and didn't know what the good Central Plains person meant. Before their tribe marched southward, their senior statesmen held a tribe meeting, but such a kind of noun wasn't mentioned.
Suddenly, he recalled one thing that a senior statesman said before and then patted on his forehead, as if he had figured out what was going on. He looked at Ning Que and said, ”The senior statesman said you Central Plains people like internal strife most. Is it an internal strife?”
Listening to the word, Mo Shanshan felt a little hot on her cheeks and didn't know how to respond.
Ning Que didn't feel surprised at what the boy said, and he just smilingly patted the boy on his head.
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Through his strong demand and persistence, Ning Que finally managed to persuade the girl to join the clearing of the dead bodies with him. It wasn't because he wanted to see a pale young girl trembling when she faced dead bodies. Instead, he really felt that Mo Shanshan was an innocent and inexperienced girl. Though she was well-known in the world, yet she was still like a quiet floret beside the Ink Lake, who couldn't resist heavy wind and rain. If Ning Que didn't help her grow up soon, he'd better not expect her help during the journey, and she even might be a burden to him.
According to his life experience, dealing with dead bodies was the second fastest way to help an innocent and inexperienced young girl growing up. As for the best way, he hoped it wouldn't occur to him anymore.
Angrily dragging the heavy load and luggage, the Big Black Horse walked towards the forest deep in the snowfield with the young lad and girl. Behind the tight leather, there was a complete dead body and two incomplete yet bloodless ones on the ground and a large bunch of stone grass which covered traces.
Mo Shanshan silently walked in front of them. Her cotton skirt's hemline had been wet by snow, but she didn't realize it because she was still trapped in that kind of complicated yet confused emotion. Since her childhood, she had absolutely admired Haotian, so how could it be possible to erase her respect to Haotian by several simple sentences? She still felt something wrong on this thing, although she thought what Ning Que said before did make sense.
For an innocent young girl who had peacefully lived by the Ink Lake for over ten years, the difficulty degree of transforming her worldview was only simpler than that of transforming her love view. Looking at her back, Ning Que felt a little helpless and tired.