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A few days later, the food and grass escorted by Mochiyuan and the Golden Horde Cavalry finally arrived at the Chinese army. When it was found that all the disciples of Mochiyuan were wounded but none of them were killed, Luo Kedi became more and more afraid, and Qu Ni His eyes were full of resentment.

After days of running around and fighting horse thieves, the disciples of Mochiyuan were physically and mentally exhausted. After delivering the food and grass for escort, they planned to go back to the camp to soak in a hot spring and have a good rest for a few days. As a result, they were summoned to the camp of the Chinese army as soon as they entered the camp.

Mo Shanshan was puzzled, and after asking, he found out that a few days ago, the priest of the Temple of Heaven was ordered by the head priest to sit in the Chinese army. From Mo Shanshan's point of view, Mochiyuan was ordered by the Xiling Temple to come to the wilderness to crusade Desolate man, when the priest comes, he will naturally go to see him.

Zhou Ji, who is not interested in priests or priests, left a chic back under the envious eyes of all the disciples in Mochiyuan, and walked towards the hot spring with white smoke rising in the white snow .

The mountain is full of red, and the forests are all dyed. Unknowingly, from noon to dusk, the orange-red sun shines through the cloth and is not dazzling. Zhou Ji slowly opened his eyes. Although he did not turn around, he heard brisk and chaotic footsteps coming from the outside of the camp. Come, and then stopped by the pine forest on the outside of Buwei.

Amidst the laughter, everyone dispersed in a rush, leaving only a soft rustle of stepping on the snow approaching again, and the slow and hesitant footsteps seemed not to dare to make a sound, only one step away, Mo Shanshan could already feel the sound coming from the gap in the coarse cloth. The radiating heat seemed to dispel the cold from the snow all the way, and even her cheeks were slightly blush. When arranging the cloth apron, they specially selected fabrics that could block light and shadow. At this moment, she obviously couldn't see what was going on inside the cloth enclosure, but she still couldn't help but speed up her heart, and called out softly.

"Is Mr. Zhou in there?"

As soon as the words fell, the cloth around Mo Shanshan's eyes suddenly lifted. Before she could react, a white mist appeared on the glasses. Through the mirror, coupled with the white smoke rising from the hot spring, Mo Shanshan seemed to have returned to the past. The state of a person's eye disease cannot be seen clearly from ten steps away.

No. Even worse than before.

From such a long distance, she just couldn't see the other person's face clearly before, but now she can only see a hazy silhouette.

Just when she was in a daze, she saw two groups of gray shadows stretching towards her face, gently took off her glasses, Mo Shanshan came to his senses, looked down at Zhou Ji carefully wiping the water on the lenses with a silk cloth It was only then that he noticed that he had already put on clothes, and his long hair was simply draped behind his back, gradually drying under the baking of mana.

"I forgot to tell you before, if the lens goes from a cold to a warm place, it will easily fog up. Remember to wipe it when the time comes."

As Zhou Ji said, he handed the cleaned glasses to Mo Shanshan. Mo Shanshan stretched halfway, but he didn't take it immediately. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart for no reason, like expecting something, or like What is missing.

He hesitated for a while, but it seemed to her that it had been a long time. She took the glasses and let them pass through the hair hanging from her ears. The long hair like a waterfall was tied behind her. She wore a pair of simple gold-rimmed glasses on her eyes. And under the slightly sparse eyelashes, the ethereal pupils are as bright as water, and the gathered starlight is focused on the man in front of him through the lens.

No matter the facial features, complexion or facial expression, there is no one part of Mo Shanshan that can be called stunning, but when matched together, there is a kind of reserved and quiet beauty, like a white lotus blooming in an ink pool, a moonlight that has never been seen in this world.

Bright and clean, without dirt.

For a moment, Zhou Ji couldn't help being amazed by this elf like in the snow. It happened that at this time, the sunset in the sky completely disappeared from the sky, and the long darkness accompanied by the night wind brought a sudden drop in temperature.

In the distance, the bonfire in the camp was gradually lit, and Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan also left the hot spring and walked towards the camp along the path.

"Then what, why have you been here for so long? Is Qu Ni from Baita Temple making things difficult for you again?"

"That's not true, but there is good news from the front line." Mo Shanshan smiled faintly, and turned to look at Zhou Ji, "The Xiling coalition forces are too powerful. To the north of Tianqi Mountain, the elder Huangren intends to negotiate peace with us, maybe there is no need to fight this battle!"

Zhou Ji sighed: "The long night is approaching, if it weren't for the extreme coldness in the Northern Territory, how could these desolate people abandon their homes and invade the Golden Tent King's Court?"

Mo Shanshan is kind by nature, and this trip to the wasteland naturally also saw the harsh environment of the wasteland. The Golden Tent Royal Court is already like this, so what about the Snow Mountain in the Extreme North?

After this escort of grain and grass, Mo Shanshan has seen civilian husbands die tragically under the knife of horse thieves, and he has also seen horse thieves die tragically at the hands of the golden tent cavalry and their Mochiyuan disciples. After being buried in the wasteland, Mo Shanshan realized the shortcomings of himself and the disciples of Mochiyuan, and even more realized the cruelty of the war.

In the tent of the Chinese army, she was even a little thankful when she heard the battle report from the front line. She was glad that she chose logistics to escort food and grass instead of massacring those desolate people who were hungry and cold and desperate.

It's not far from the hot spring to the camp, and before they approached, they saw the laughing girls in the camp.

I was pushed by these seniors and sisters to find Zhou Ji at the hot springs, but now seeing their playful expressions, Mo Shanshan took a step forward, maintaining his majesty as the 'mountain master', coughed lightly, and announced: "This time everyone You've worked hard, let's take a good rest first, after a few days, everyone can go back to Dahe first."

They all came to support the Golden Tent Royal Court in response to the call of the temple. Now that the two sides have begun to negotiate a peace, the fight will naturally not continue, so the experience of this line of work has come to an end here.

The disciples of Mochiyuan responded one after another, but they couldn't help but feel a little lost. Thinking about the tranquility and peace of the previous days, and thinking about the bloody battles these days, I always feel that life is really fickle. Inevitably there will be disturbances.

Many of them looked at Zhou Ji who was standing quietly next to the mountain master, and there was a little more complicated look in their eyes.

Although I don't know when my mountain master had such a "friend" and handed over the jade pendant he carried with him, but after getting along these days, this Mr. Zhou gave them too much help. Almost everyone was injured, but they were always rescued by Zhou Ji when life and death were in danger.

Along the way, they silently recognized Shanzhu's 'friend' and said goodbye this time, but they didn't know when they would see each other again.

It is obvious that they can return to the Great River Country, why does everyone have this expression?

Mo Shanshan looked at the people in front of him suspiciously, followed their gazes to Zhou Ji, and was slightly taken aback, the joy of going back to the mountain was slightly diluted by the reluctance to part, and he was also a little unspeakably flustered, as if a thousand silk Thousands of threads are stuck in my heart, but I don't know how to sort them out or express them.

The night was dark and everything was still.

Mo Shanshan's heart could not calm down, he lifted the tent and looked at the brightly lit main tent not far away, Mo Shanshan hesitated for a moment, then came out of the tent wearing a velvet cape, and walked towards the main tent.

When she can't calm down, she needs to write. Only when she writes can she completely calm down.

"Shanzhu, haven't you rested yet?" Shao Hua, who was in charge of the night patrol, was slightly taken aback, and asked curiously, "Are you looking for Mr. Zhou?"

"No~!" Mo Shanshan denied it urgently, his flustered heart jumped suddenly, he glanced at the direction of the main tent, and said in a normal voice, "I haven't been able to write well for the past few days when I was escorting grain and grass. After falling asleep, I plan to go to the main account to get some pen and ink, write a few pages, and then go back to rest."

As one of the three idiots in the world, Mo Shanshan is a bookworm. Everyone knows his obsession with calligraphy. Seeing that Mo Shanshan is so serious, Shao Hua couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. He covered his mouth and smiled softly, "I'm just joking. Seriously, I continued to watch the night, the mountain master should rest early, so as not to tire your eyes."

Mo Shanshan nodded slightly, watched Shao Hua go away, turned to look at the brightly lit main tent, and stopped in front of the tent, "Young Master Zhou, have you rested yet?"

The curtain was opened, and the lens was once again covered with a layer of white mist. Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing when he saw Mo Shanshan walking into the tent with an opaque white foggy mirror on top.

I was about to reach out to help her take off her glasses, but Mo Shanshan also reached out at the same time, his fingertips touched inadvertently, and the delicate, soft and cold trembled slightly, Zhou Ji was inevitably a little embarrassed, and when he was about to put down his arms, Mo Shanshan retracted his hand , the glasses were still hanging on the bridge of her nose, and the white mist on the lenses blocked her eyes at the moment.

Zhou Ji was slightly taken aback, retracted half of his hands and stretched out again, carefully helped Mo Shanshan take off his glasses, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the mist, and asked her why she came late at night.

After learning that he wanted to practice calligraphy in the main tent, Zhou Ji readily agreed. He had already slept in the hot spring all afternoon during the day, and he was not sleepy at the moment. He returned the wiped glasses to Mo Shanshan, and watched her spread them out. Xuan Zhi wrote at the desk, took a collection of ancient books and sat under the candlestick on the other side to read.

I don't know if it's because I haven't been able to practice calligraphy well these days, or because I'm restless tonight. Mo Shanshan has written every word for a long time, but the writing is quite messy. He inadvertently raised his eyes to look at Zhou Ji , the handsome side face next to the candlestick was reflected in her eyes very clearly through the glasses, and her restless heart unconsciously began to calm down.

When the mind calmed down, the pen became steady, and the burning candle was halfway through before he knew it. Just as Mo Shanshan was dipping the pen into the ink, a broad hand suddenly grasped her soft hand, holding down the brush in his hand.

Mo Shanshan came back to his senses, looked up at Zhou Ji who was opposite the desk, his ethereal and calm eyes revealed a trace of doubt.

"It's too late, be careful not to damage your eyes."

Mo Shanshan did not resist Zhou Ji's kindness, and let him take the brush from his hand, feeling a little warmth in his heart. Cai Shaohua had said similar things just now, but compared to just now, she is happier and more pleasure.

The night was dark, and when he returned to his tent, Mo Shanshan no longer had the previous panic and confusion in his heart. Lying on his side on the quilt, Mo Shanshan curled his right hand on his chest and gently closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, the barbarian and the Xiling coalition officially started negotiations. This negotiation was not as smooth as Mo Shanshan imagined, nor did it lead to more serious conflicts. However, the truce between the two sides was a foregone conclusion, but the various sects and factions did not agree. Means to leave the wilderness.

A few days later, even Ning Que noticed something was wrong, so he came to ask Zhou Ji for advice.

After knowing Zhou Ji's attitude towards him, Ning Que let go of all worries and hostility.

Knowing the rumor that Mingzi Juan Tianshu had appeared in the wasteland, Ning Que's eyes lit up, he tapped his palm and said, "The war in the wasteland turned out to be an excuse! The real purpose of this group of people is to get the Tianshu!"

Mo Shanshan, who was standing beside Zhou Ji, frowned and said, "Since it is said that the scripture scroll was lost, Xiling has searched every corner of the world for hundreds of years, but there is no clue, except for the abandoned Mozong Mountain Gate. , They can't think of any other place to hide the heavenly book."

"Chee~!"

Thousands of miles away.

In the northwest border of the Tang Empire, on a grassland not far from Weicheng.

An old man with white beard and hair was holding bowls and chopsticks that had already been prepared, and waited anxiously by the soup pot, but instead of waiting for fresh soup, he sneezed.

Not far away, next to a perennial stream, Li slowly closed the book in his hand, and couldn't help but sneezed.

After he sneezed, he seemed to realize something, took out the ladle hanging from his waist, filled a ladle of water from the stream, poured it into the milky white soup pot next to him, and slightly suppressed the boiling in the pot.

Taking advantage of the time he gained, he began to cut the meat slowly. The perfectly frozen mutton was flying under the sharp knife, like a snowflake. However, his movements were too slow. boil.

"Slowly, although you are very slow in everything, this is not the reason for you to abuse me as an old man." The master looked at Li Slowly's leisurely movements with longing eyes, and said sullenly.

The two are the traveling master and senior brother Li Slowly. The senior brother is very serious in doing things, very serious, so he works very slowly, very slowly, so although the master is waiting by the soup pot like a beggar with bowls and chopsticks, giving Despite his unprecedented pressure, the speed of cutting meat still hasn't improved much.

In order to distract the teacher and relieve the mental pressure a little bit, Li slowly asked while cutting the meat: "Teacher, I heard that the thirteenth brother is currently in the wasteland, should we go see him?"

Master shook his head, looked towards the distant wasteland and said, "Not only him, but fellow Daoist Zhou should have fled there too."

"Escape?" Li Manman rarely heard his master mention Zhou Ji, not only curious, "Although Mr. Zhou is not in Wudi, his cultivation has far surpassed the fifth realm. What is there to scare him out of Chang'an?"

The master was not only a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but Zhou Ji left because of the reason of "seeking the method of breaking through the distanceless" to travel around the world, and he was on the second floor of the assessment day, so to speak. It can be said that he fled overnight. Terrified, Master felt his scalp go numb, and his anxiety became more and more serious.

(Thanks for the 100 coin reward from ‘Lingyun Zhenren’)