Chapter 318 Just a fellow countryman, not a mortal enemy.
The news of the attack on the grain and grass convoy quickly spread to the main tent of the Chinese army. Luo Kedi frowned slightly, looked at Qu Ni who was coming from outside the tent, and said in a deep voice, "The convoy escorted by Lord Mo Shan encountered a surprise attack by horse thieves. I happen to have a patrolling cavalry nearby, and I plan to send it to support, what would Master Qu Ni do?"
The cavalry of the King’s Court of the Golden Tent have galloped across the wasteland for hundreds of years. If it weren’t for the deserters going south, how could they ask for help from the Xiling Temple?
Qu Ni rolled her eyes at Luo Kedi, she could tell at a glance that he was deliberately trying to show favor to Mochiyuan, she couldn't help sneering, and said bitterly, "Master Moshan of Mochiyuan is a disciple of the Holy Book, and his strength should not be underestimated. Horse thieves are naturally out of the question. Blind rescue can easily affect the overall situation."
Qu Ni tapped the wooden stick in her hand, squinting and said, "Besides, even if she is really not a horse thief opponent, someone will stand up for her, why worry about General Luoluo?"
Luo Kedi didn't want to offend Qu Ni, but there might be a master of distance-free realm hidden in Mochiyuan. Just as he was hesitating, Qu Ni took out a bunch of Gabala from her sleeve and said, "General Luo, This Tianqing Supreme Treasure comes from Xuankong, and has a very close relationship with General Luo~"
Luo Kedi's eyes lit up. He befriended Qu Ni precisely because of the Tianqingzong Xuankong Temple behind the White Pagoda. The power of Tianqingzong is by no means comparable to that of Mochiyuan. He reached out and took the string of beads made of human bones. , Luo Kedi smiled and said, "What the master said is very true. In this way, I didn't see anything this morning. Let the master handle it!"
As soon as this statement came out, she took herself out of the matter. Qu Ni looked at Luo Kedi's leaving back and secretly scolded him for being insidious. Make friends with each other, and get on the boat of Haotian Temple.
Hundreds of miles away, the wasteland and snow-capped mountains.
The food delivery team marched forward for several days, and more and more horse thieves followed them.
Although they are far apart, they can still faintly see a dense area of darkness. Today, it is roughly estimated that there are more than five hundred.
The Mochiyuan disciples and the Golden Tent Cavalry did kill nearly a hundred horse thieves in the previous battle, but it was the first time for them to participate in such a tragic fight. Even with Zhou Ji's secret help, none of them died, but seeing the people behind Everyone's heart is like a taut bowstring, which may break at any time.
Siege without attacking, hang far behind, and constantly put mental pressure on the prey until it completely collapses before hunting in one fell swoop.
The Golden Horde Cavalry is used to the wolf pack tactics of horse thieves. Unfortunately, the task on their side is to protect the escorted food and grass, so that the wolves in the past have become the prey now.
On this day, the convoy was resting on a hillside. After days of running around and being highly stressed, the horse thieves on the periphery rarely stopped in place as if they were waiting for someone.
Mo Shanshan climbed up and looked far away, looking at the horse thief who was also resting in the distance, his expression became more dignified.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the nearby forest. If she was in the past, she would definitely not be able to detect it, but after wearing glasses, she could clearly see the snow falling from the branches and the swaying grass.
"Young Master Zhou?"
Mo Shanshan had a thought and chased after him in the forest. The man didn't seem to be hiding deliberately, but was waiting for him beside a boulder.
"No, you are a disciple of Datang Academy?"
Ever since he put on the glasses, Mo Shanshan has been full of curiosity about the world, wishing to see everyone's face clearly, remember everyone's appearance, and see this man in gray leather with a slightly rough appearance, Mo Shanshanxiu He frowned slightly, revealing a hint of vigilance.
"Academy disciple Zhong Dajun, I have met Master Mo Shan."
"Why did you come here since you are an academy student?" Mo Shanshan said in a low voice with a cold expression, "But the military situation in the camp ahead has changed. General Luo sent you to send a message?"
Ning Que shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "That's not the case. I actually came here to ask the Mountain Master for a private matter."
When his vision was blurred, what Mo Shanshan could see ten steps away was only fuzzy fog. Now that he can see the face clearly, he will naturally notice the other person's expressions and movements.
Mo Shanshan remained vigilant, frowned and said, "Why can't I go directly to the Mochiyuan camp and do this sneaky thing?"
Because if you start here, you can be regarded as a horse thief to rob and kill.
Ning Que reached out and touched the wooden box on his waist. The murderous intent in his eyes disappeared, and he became extremely sincere, "This matter is very important, and it affects my entire family. Please don't blame the mountain master."
Ning Que grew up in the sea of corpses and blood since he was a child. How many hardships he has gone through, how much blood is stained on his hands, since he has murderous intentions, he will naturally not let Mo Shanshan notice it.
Lying on top of the boulder, Zhou Ji, who was shaking his legs, froze for a moment. He sat up and looked at the two people beside the boulder. He frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the open space behind Ning Que's shoulder.
After some rhetoric, Mo Shanshan reluctantly believed Ning Que's reason, and said coldly, "Senior Brother Zhong has gone through so much trouble, I don't know what's the matter?"
Ning Que flashed a complex look, looked seriously into Mo Shanshan's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know where the thing worn by the Lord Shan came from, can you tell me?"
"Are you here for the glasses?" Mo Shanshan was taken aback when he heard the words, showing a puzzled expression.
"Glasses. You really know about glasses!" Ning Que's eyes flashed brightly, and the murderous intent that was concealed while being excited and moved also quietly emerged.
This is a world without a moon, without a cell phone, without a person who can understand what he is talking about.
Once upon a time, what he wanted was a companion who could talk to him and understand what he was saying.
It's a pity that the cruelty of reality wiped out all the fantasies. During those years with Sangsang in Minshan, there were only sinister dense forests, boring grasslands and dangers everywhere. When he was the old hunter of Sang, his heart was already dyed black by the endless night of that night.
From that day on, he gave up all his fantasies, and gave all his warmth to the only little black girl he could trust. Except for Sangsang and himself, no one could walk into his heart.
Seeing Ning Que's excited appearance, Mo Shanshan didn't sense the danger, instead he showed doubts and asked curiously, "You also recognize this thing."
Speaking of this, Mo Shanshan paused, and suddenly said, "Yes, Mr. Zhou is the guard of the old library of the academy, and you are a student of the academy, so it's not surprising that you know about it."
Ning Que took a step forward and asked anxiously, "Did he give you these glasses?"
Mo Shanshan didn't understand why Ning Que was so excited, he took a half step back subconsciously, glanced at the top of the boulder from the corner of his eyes, raised his head slightly, and asked in surprise, "Young Master Zhou?"
"Yes, I gave this pair of glasses to Miss Shanshan, what's wrong?" Zhou Ji brushed off the snow on his body, stepped forward, and appeared beside Mo Shanshan. "My hometown~"
Ning Que's heart skipped a beat. With his instincts and perception honed from the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, he couldn't detect when Zhou Ji came and how long he had been listening.
Zhou Ji is as good at calligraphy as he is, and his strong brushwork has already formed a school of his own. Although he has the foundation of his previous life and the practice of this life, he has become famous through the calligraphy of everyone who has been passed down for thousands of years in his previous life, but he has also made his own origin from the very beginning. Exposed in front of this 'fellow countryman'.
Seeing that Ning Que's face was cloudy and his eyes were flickering, Zhou Ji sighed softly, shook his head and said, "You don't have to be so vigilant, you're just a fellow townsman, not a deadly enemy. You and I are just landlords and tenants. What happened in the past will be the same in the future." , don’t worry about it.”
It is impossible for Zhou Ji to become friends with Ning Que, which Zhou Ji already knew when he first met Ning Que.
Zhou Ji can become friends with Fan Xian because he feels the sincerity of "kindness" from Fan Xian. This kind of "kindness" is different from the cold, selfish, cruel, and cruel nature of the original work, which is what Ning Que wanted. No, maybe more than ten years ago, Xiahou did not slaughter Lin Guangyuan's family, he still stayed in the general's mansion in Chang'an as his young master of the Lin family.
Maybe, he might become someone like Fan Xian, but unfortunately, there is no such thing as an if in this world.
A miserable life experience and a cruel childhood made Ning Que the present, and no one can change this.
However, as he said, even if they are not friends, the two are not enemies.
The relationship between the two is just the landlord and the tenant, and the fellow countrymen who met by chance.
Mo Shanshan is not stupid, and he vaguely feels that the relationship between the two is not as harmonious as it seems on the surface.
Master Zhou knew that Ning Que was from his hometown, but he kept it secret. His words were not as joyful as meeting an old acquaintance in another country, but he felt a little regretful.
‘It’s just a fellow villager, not a sworn enemy. '
While Mo Shanshan recollected this sentence, Ning Que slowly let go of the long box around his waist.
The long box around Ning Que's waist held thirteen arrows, which were jointly built by the twelve brothers and sisters of the academy before he left.
But Zhou Ji in front of him has unfathomable cultivation, and there is no distance and invisible in and out. Ning Que can't fathom Zhou Ji's realm, nor can he see his cultivation.
Faced with such a fellow countryman, Ning Que couldn't bear the idea of "when a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, stab him in the back", his expression sank, and his murderous intentions dissipated. Ning Que waved his hand helplessly, and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Zhou, You made it hard for me to hide it."
Mo Shanshan was by the side, and Ning Que and Zhou Ji couldn't talk about time travel in detail. Seeing that the two were "reconciled" and seemed to have something to say, Mo Shanshan thought about it, and invited them to the motorcade camp and sat down. talk about.
Zhou Ji readily agreed to this, but Ning Que hesitated and agreed.
Back in the convoy, Shao Hua and the others saw Zhou Ji's figure coming up one after another. They fought against horse thieves a few days ago. If Zhou Ji hadn't secretly helped them, they would have been killed or injured. The spirit that had been there for several days was relieved, and a middle-aged man with dreadlocks and a veil ushered in behind the horse thief in the distance.
"Commander Lin, why are you here?"
The leader of the horse thief showed a flattering expression on his face, and dismounted to meet him.
The northern border of the Tang Dynasty is bordered by the wasteland, and these horse thieves have been funded by the Great General Zhenbei all year round, so they naturally recognize the master of Dongxuan Realm in the Xiahou Mansion in front of them.
Lin Ling ordered the horse thieves to attack and kill the convoy in front of him with an indifferent expression. The leader of the horse thieves dared not question him. With the grain and grass convoy planning to charge.
Ning Que was holding back his words, and was about to ask Zhou Ji, when he suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly, and couldn't help standing up abruptly, looking at the dark clouds billowing in the distance, he said in a deep voice, "The horse thief is here!"
The Golden Tent Cavalry has been paying attention to the movements of the horse bandits. All the disciples in Mochiyuan approached Mo Shanshan and Zhou Ji when they heard the sound of the Golden Tent Cavalry beating the iron tools.
Seeing that the fighting started again, with the experience of the previous few days, this time the disciples of Mochiyuan were no longer as flustered as they were last time, plus Ning Que, the "woodcutter in Sobi Lake", everyone quickly greeted them. The first wave of horse thieves rushed to the camp.
The Golden Tent Cavalry also fought fiercely. Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan soon realized that something was wrong. These horse thieves seemed to deliberately separate the Mochiyuan from the Golden Tent Cavalry, and attacked the Mochiyuan camp recklessly. The target was not the disciples of Mochiyuan, but Ning Que among the crowd.
Mo Shanshan retreated to Zhou Ji's side, made seals with his hands, and used the magic talisman to repel the horse thieves who rushed into the camp. He looked at Ning Que, who was surrounded by horse thieves, and said in a deep voice, "These horse thieves were originally for food and grass. Come here, and now it seems to be replaced by Mr. Zhong from the academy."
Zhou Ji kept his eyes on a masked man in the distance, shook his head and said, "He is not Zhong Dajun, but Mr. Thirteen of the Academy, Ning Que."
Hearing Mr. Shisan's name, Mo Shanshan subconsciously remembered the "chicken soup post" that had been spread all over the world a few days ago. If she hadn't seen Zhou Ji before, she would definitely be surprised by this Mr. Shisan who can easily write famous posts. She is a heavenly being, but after seeing Zhou Ji's calligraphy that has accumulated for more than a thousand years, she faintly saw a trace of the shadows of the masters that Zhou Ji had shown her in Ning Que's calligraphy.
During the battle, Mo Shanshan had no time to think about why Ning Que concealed his identity, but since this person was brought into the Mochiyuan camp by her, she naturally wanted to protect him comprehensively.
The breeze fluttered his hair, Mo Shanshan did not blindly try to be brave, but asked Zhou Ji to take good care of the Mochiyuan disciples, and then hurried towards Ning Que, forming seals with both hands, drawing a pale yellow talisman in the void, and pointing The horse thief behind Xiang Ning Que.
For a moment, the three horse thieves behind Ning Que were blown away on the spot by the invisible wind blade turned into a talisman, blood splattered everywhere, scaring away several people nearby.
Ning Que took advantage of the situation to protrude and encircle him. The horse thief chased after him. Seeing that he was about to be overtaken again, Mo Shanshan formed a seal again. However, as soon as the talisman appeared in the void, it was shattered by an invisible thought force flying from behind the horse thief.
The air wave detonated by the divine talisman and thought power made a loud bang, Mo Shanshan rushed back three steps, lifted his cloak, and saw a middle-aged man with a black cloth covering his face and braided hair standing up from behind the horse thief, gracefully falling.
"Among the horse thieves, there is a great Nian master at the peak of Dongxuan!"
(end of this chapter)