Chapter 19 There is nothing in the snowy mountains

Hua Shanyue glanced at the dense forest around him, and then noticed the many corpses left by both sides in the forest. He looked at the blood and traces of fighting, especially after taking over the thin handleless sword. Only then did he realize how brutal the sniper killing that happened last night was, and his expression changed slightly.

He signaled his subordinates to prepare their horses and said: "Your Highness, the reinforcements are on their way, we should leave quickly."

Princess Li Yu nodded, agreed to his arrangement, and walked over under the heavy guard of heavy cavalry.

At this time, Hua Shanyue glanced at Ning Que coldly by the fire. There was no emotion in his eyes, which made people feel a little cold. He was guessing about the real relationship between the young soldier and the princess. However, no matter how he thought about it, He also felt that this soldier could not pose any threat to him, so his eyes became fainter.

The indifference in this look actually hides many possibilities. Ning Que realized this very clearly. He looked at Hua Shanyue's back quietly, recalling the burning and tenderness in the eyes of this person before, knowing that he was not It would be detrimental to the idiot princess, but it seems that this possessiveness is really too strong.

To be honest, the young general's passionate love for Her Royal Highness has nothing to do with a soldier of Ning Que's level. However, Ning Que really didn't like the indifference in Hua Shanyue's last glance. He knew that this indifference represented Killing at any time against the background of strong strength represents a kind of disdain, second or even third glance.

Ning Que didn't like it, so he stood up, looked at the woman who was about to get on the horse, raised his chin and said with a smile: "Your Highness, in fact, since we were in Weicheng, I have always wanted to say something to you..."

Huashanyue looked back suddenly. The beautiful princess on the white horse in the morning light frowned and turned around. She looked at the young soldiers beside the fire quietly. She seemed to want to reprimand him, but in the end she just said lightly: "Let's talk about it after we return to Chang'an."

Before setting off, Hua Shanyue asked the leader of the guards a few words in a low voice. He roughly understood what happened to the princess since entering the country, and also knew about Ning Que's performance in the assassination last night. He was silent for a moment, walked to Ning Que and said calmly: " You have made great achievements this time, and the court will reward you greatly when you return to Chang'an... Well done, little guy."

Ning Que took Sangsang to the simple tent on the gentle slope to pack his luggage.

Sang Sang awkwardly tied the big black umbrella on her back again, suddenly raised her pointed chin, frowned at Ning Que and asked in confusion: "Master, did you mean to say just now... you have something to say. explain?"

"Yes." Ning Que scraped off the solidified blood stains on the blade and replied casually: "That guy named Hua Shanyue is too hypocritical and boring. I feel unhappy when I see him, so I have to make him unhappy."

"Master, what were you going to say to Her Royal Highness just now?" Sangsang stopped what he was doing and asked curiously.

"How do I know?" Ning Que put the knife into its sheath, looked at her and shrugged, and said: "Anyway, it is impossible to say anything. From the first day I saw you in Weicheng, I have been deeply fascinated by you, fanatical I fell in love with you..."

"But Captain Hua may think so. His Highness...maybe he really thinks you want to say this."

"It's not surprising that idiots have idiotic ideas." Ning Que replied.

The little maid looked seriously into his eyes and said, "Do you ever feel that you are bored sometimes?"

Ning Que tilted his head to indicate his acquiescence.

Sangsang shook his head, looked at him again after a moment, and asked, "Master, do you think everyone in the world except you is an idiot?"

Ning Que thought seriously while tying the scabbard. After thinking for a long time, he answered seriously: "This problem does not lie with me. It is that there are always many idiots doing idiotic things in this world. A proud man like Hua Shanyue is originally You can't be considered an idiot, but you are still an idiot for believing in such a thing as love."

Sangsang pointed to her nose with her index finger and asked seriously, "Am I also an idiot in your eyes?"

Ning Que looked at this dark little face and replied seriously: "You are not an idiot, you are stupid."

Before everyone left the Beishan crossing, a small episode occurred.

Gushan County cavalry left several cavalry to guard the scene. The dead soldiers who dared to assassinate the Princess of the Tang Dynasty would definitely not leave any clues, so they were not to investigate the case, but to protect the remains. After the large troops arrived, all the remains would be transported back to Chang'an for burial - whether they were alive or dead. Next companion, this is the iron rule of the Tang army.

The corpses of his comrades were carefully laid out in the forest, while the enemy corpses were piled haphazardly on the ground, waiting to be burned into dry ash. When it was their turn to deal with the corpse of the middle-aged scholar in green shirt, the cavalry were a little embarrassed. Knowing that this is a great swordsman, I don't know if I should give him the respect corresponding to his status.

Hua Shanyue frowned slightly and decided to bury the great swordsman. At this moment, the old man Lu Qingchen said softly to them: "This man has entered the devil's way."

Hearing the word "magic", the young general's face slightly condensed. When he looked at the corpse wrapped in a green shirt, he already had no respect, only disdain that he didn't bother to hide. He waved his hand like a fly and said, "Throw it in and burn it." "

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Driving out of the southern exit of Beishan Road in the early morning, they met the large troops heading north from Gushan County at noon. Under the heavy protection of hundreds of elite cavalry, the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yu, and her party continued to march towards the capital Chang'an. By this time, both within the empire and No enemy from other countries can threaten her safety.

For the next few days, Li Yu and the little barbarian prince stayed in the car and did not appear in front of everyone.

Although there were hundreds of light cavalry escorts, the surviving guards and the prairie barbarians still insisted on riding around the carriage regardless of their injuries. The old man Lu Qingchen was in the second carriage, and the seriously injured guard barbarian was in the next few carriages. As for Ning Que He and his maid Sangsang sat far behind in their simple carriage.

In the border area of ​​Gushan County, all the heavy cavalry were replaced by light cavalry, and the team's speed suddenly became faster. The sturdy carriages in front could still keep up, but the carriage of Ning Que and his servant seemed a little difficult.

A cavalryman galloped up to their carriage and shouted angrily: "You are too slow, speed up!"

Just like the spring journey in the first few days after leaving Weicheng, Ning Que was sitting on the carriage shaft and felt sleepy at this time. He looked shaky and might fall at any time, relying on Sangsang to support him with difficulty. Hearing the cavalryman's angry scolding, he opened his eyes and glanced at the other person without saying a word.

Looking at the back of the cavalryman, Sangsang wiped the few beads of sweat on his forehead, squinted his willow-leaf eyes and said, "Master, we seem to be disliked."

"Disgusting is a good word to use. If you use the word "forgotten", it will appear too sour and sentimental."

Ning Que glanced at the carriage at the front, thinking about the princess who had never shown her face again, and said with a smile: "For poor guys like us who work hard to survive, any sour and flirtatious feelings are disgusting. "

Sitting side by side with the princess for a night of fairy tales by the fire. This kind of picture looks so dreamy whether it is placed in Chang'an or on the grassland . That kind of picture is a real fairy tale, not real.

A small soldier from a border town saved a noble man by chance, received a corresponding reward afterwards, and then never interacted with each other until death on earth. This is a story in the real world.

There are heroic epics in this world, but there are also no fairy tales. If Romeo was not the son of a noble but a manure collector, Juliet's psychological struggle would have been much more intense when she died for him.

Ning Que always thought that he was very clear-headed about this kind of thing. He knew that the profile of the girl beside the fire was just a false image. The most important thing was that he was never really tempted, but he just admired that such a woman had such a moment. , so there is no sadness in my heart.

After replenishing supplies in Gushan County, the team did not rest temporarily, but chose to continue heading south. It seems that Her Royal Highness is really eager to return to Chang'an and return to her father who loves her so much.

Hua Shanyue should also have a clear understanding of Ning Que's background. He knew that he was just an ordinary soldier from the border town, so naturally he would not really misunderstand anything between him and the princess, so Ning Que did not face any difficulties from Gushan County.

After setting up camp and resting, Sangsang went to the river to fetch water, wash rice and butcher fish, and made a sumptuous dinner. The master and servant put the main dishes into rice bowls, and then ate happily over a few pickled cabbage and chili peppers until they were full. My head is sweating profusely and my whole body feels comfortable.

A man with a stern face walked in, looked at the scene in front of him, shook his head and said with a smile: "I asked you to go over there to have a big pot of rice and you refused. Some of us thought you had resentment in your heart. Now it seems that you are dissatisfied with us. The food there is so bad... I don't know how lucky you are to have such a capable little maid."

After several lifetimes of cultivation, such praise was actually a bit too much for a lowly maid, but Sangsang didn't feel anything. She smiled and continued to eat, while Ning Que had a matter-of-fact expression on his face.

The visitor is Peng Guotao, the leader of the Tang Dynasty guards who performed well in the bloody battle on Beishan Road and won the princess's trust. It's just that he followed the princess deep into the grassland for a year with his subordinates. When he returned home, he encountered a series of bloody battles. Now there are only seven loyal subordinates left. The leader's mood must be very complicated and sentimental.

The two sides are comrades who have lived and died together in Beishan Road. The friendship shed by blood is much more solid than ordinary interactions, and Ning Que's performance in the battle will definitely be engraved in the minds of everyone present.

Therefore, the carriage, which was disliked by the Gushan County cavalry these days, often welcomed Peng Guotao and the other guards as guests. Those few prairie barbarians also brought some strong drinks to Ning Que's master and servant, but they were rarely willing to get close to him, and they rarely talked to him. I don't know if it was because of the legend of Subi Lake.

"I know there is no problem for you to go to the capital on your own, and it is indeed uncomfortable for you to go with the cavalry. However, after I reported your request, there has been no reply." Peng Guotao looked at him and said apologetically: "You are The people sent here from Weicheng can't leave without His Highness saying anything."

Ning Que scratched his head and said, "Then let's continue for a while."

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The journey to Chang'an seemed to be going by without any surprises or fun. However, on the second night, Ning Que suddenly received an invitation from the second carriage. Old man Lu Qingchen wanted to see him.

A little surprised and happy, Ning Que frowned and thought for a long time, then decided not to think about anything. He used the fish fillet porridge in the basin to light up the fire next to the car, and then walked forward with Sang Sang.

The curtain of the carriage was raised, and dim lights shone warmly. Master Lu Qingchen watched Ning Que and the little maid salute respectfully to him, feeling a little surprised. He secretly thought that this young man should know why he called him to get in the car. Could it be that he Aren't you worried that you won't be willing to answer his questions because there is a third person around?

The old man suddenly remembered the past events he heard by the fire at Beishan Pass that night, the story he couldn't help but want to hear even when he was meditating... the story of a little boy and a girl carrying bows and arrows to survive in the vast Minshan Mountains. After understanding the reason why Ning Que took Sangsang with him , he was relieved, and he became more pleased with the young man.

In fact, Ning Que didn't think too much. It was just a deep-rooted habit to take Sang Sang with him.

The old man held his hands on his knees and said gently: "You should know very well why I am looking for you."

Ning Que was silent. He pressed his left hand on the back of his right hand and then pressed it to the floor in front of him. With his knees on the ground, he slowly leaned forward and touched the back of his left hand with his forehead, performing the heaviest salute in the empire.

Only when there is a great favor can a great gift be given. Although the old man Lu Qingchen has not done anything yet, and it is very likely that the old man cannot help him, because it is a world that only truly perverted geniuses can touch, but only people like Ning Que can Only those who have been reading Taishang Induction Chapters since childhood and thinking hard but not getting the right answer know what kind of compassion and magnanimity it represents for a practitioner to be willing to give guidance to an ordinary person who obviously has no potential.

Seeing Ning Que's big salute, although Sang Sang didn't quite understand the young master's actions, he quickly moved his knees and knelt down in front of the old man.

Seeing this scene, old man Lu Qingchen couldn't help stroking his beard and smiled. He then helped Ning Que up, calmed down his mind, closed his eyes, and put his withered palms somewhere on his chest and waist. After a while, the warmth in the carriage The light of the melted oil lamp became a little blurry for some reason, as if there were countless extremely fine dust particles flying in the light.

There was a deathly silence, and time passed at an unknown speed.

The turbid oil light gradually became bright and clear. The old man slowly retracted his palms and quietly looked at Ning Que, whose face was calm and there was no expectation in his eyes. In fact, his hands were trembling slightly, and he sighed softly.

"There is breath between heaven and earth, and that breath is the so-called vitality. Practitioners can perceive the existence of vitality and know it all by their thoughts. Therefore, whether you can enter the realm of cultivation depends first on whether your thoughts can accumulate manifest quality. "

"When I was in Weicheng, I went to see you and confirmed that there was no breath fluctuations in your body. Today, look at your body carefully and find that it is true.

"... Nothing."