Nightfall

The rain over the town has long stopped, but the clouds have not dispersed.

The iron arrow went straight into the ground, and I didn't know how long it took to stop. The vibration that reached the ground was very small. However, strangely, the field outside the town shook violently, withered seedlings, the stream turned over, and the vibration reached In the town, the dilapidated houses have collapsed.

The vibration of the ground seemed to reach the night vault at the next moment, and the gloomy cloud began to tumble, like the boiling water, continually twirling, but there was no sign of dispersal, like the expression of human suffering.

The body of the drunkard quickly decayed or weathered with the shaking of heaven and earth, and turned into something similar to yellow sand. Then, when the wind falling from the night dome was blown, it disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que remembered the heaven and earth vision that was triggered when he opened the Tianshu Mingzi on the wasteland many years ago, only to understand what it means to kill the drunkard in this world.

He still doesn't understand that the body of the drunkard will become like this, only Sang Sang understands, that is because the drunkard has long been separated from the category of ordinary human beings. In other words, the drunkard is already inhuman.

Drinkers are not ordinary practitioners, they are great practitioners, and they are at the level of Confucius, Buddha, Ke Haoran, and Lord. Even these four words are not accurate.

He and the butcher came from ancient times and existed in this world long before the Buddha. The master generation of Confucius and the Hao Ran generation thousands of years ago are his descendants. He and the butcher are true legends, and should even be Called a legend, he has lived for countless years and seems to live like this forever.

Tonight, he died.

It seems that the person who will never die is dead, indicating that there is no fixed number between life and death. Ning Que did not spend too much time and energy on this matter, walked directly to the side of the small tree, and then looked at Sang Sang.

The sword borrowed from Liu Bai broke the body of Chao Xiaoshu-this is the bureau that the academy had arranged many years ago. Everyone knows that once the opening is started, Chao Xiaoshu will definitely die, but-since life and death Indefinitely, who said that Chao Xiaoshu will die? Ning Que thought so, even if it was destiny, he would not believe it.

He doesn't believe in any destiny now, because Sang Sang is by his side.

"Can it be cured?"

Ning Que looked at her and asked. At first, he saw thousands of knives, and then he himself was knives, Xiong Chumo was beaten to death, but no matter how many injuries, as long as she glanced at it, it can be repaired as before. Although he knows Now she is far from the original Haotian, but she still has great expectations.

"Even before me, it was difficult to cure."

Sang Sang walked to the broken stone steps and looked at Chao Xiaoshu covered in blood, and said with a blank expression, this is a truth, because Liu Bai's sword was too sharp, and he hurt too much.

Ning Que lacked silence, holding a hand towards Xiaoshu, with a sad look in his eyes.

Zhao Xiaoshu looked at him pale, squeezing a smile hard, and was not prepared to leave any last words in the last moment of his life. As long as Tang Guohe Academy could win the final victory, he believed that those who could not rest assured and Things will get the best care, so what else can he rest assured?

At this time, Sang Sang then said a word.

"But I will rule now."

Ning Que was at a loss, not understanding what she meant.

Sang Sang palm gently touched the scary wound between the chest and abdomen of Xiao Shuo, the clear light gradually appeared, and the right hand felt a bag of needle thread from somewhere, calmly said: "I have experience with this kind of injury now."

Yes. In the Taoist Temple of the Song Kingdom, her abdomen was also cut open with a sword, and then healed by herself. In this respect, she is indeed very experienced.

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Watching the needle thread go back and forth between Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen, Ning Que suddenly thought that when he left Weicheng many years ago, Sang Sang had worried that his female red could not be compared with those women in Chang'an City, but did not know that last night In that temple, Sang Sang also remembered the same scene.

Toward Xiaoshu's face was still pale, but his breathing became smoother, and he began to fall asleep-he let go of his heart and could no longer bear the extreme consumption of body and mind, and sat on the wet ground.

Until then, he noticed that there were two more bamboo baskets beside the saddle of the **** horse, and he noticed that Sang Sang's face was still full and round, but his waist and abdomen were not as bloated as when he reunited in the snow.

The **** horse stepped in front of him and bent his front hooves so that he could see more clearly.

Looking at the two sleeping babies in the bamboo basket, Ningque lacked a long time before waking up. I do n’t know why. I felt warm between my chest and abdomen and felt happy and happy.

The drunkard died, and the second brother was still alive. Sang Sang gave birth to two children. There may not be a destiny between life and death. There is great terror, and there is also great joy.

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Confirm that Chao Xiaoshu's life is not in danger, Ning Que did not delay any time, took Sang Sang, and left the town on a **** horse, and ran to Tuyang City in the west at the fastest speed-Tuyang City is a big There is also a teleportation bureau in the northeastern frontier of Tang Dynasty. It is the fastest way to return to Chang'an City.

In the middle of the night, it was the deepest night. In an inconspicuous house behind the General Palace of Tuyang City, there was a clear light, a breath of heaven and earth disturbed, and then it became quiet again.

At the next moment, in the humble building deep inside the palace of Chang'an City, there was also a circle of clear light, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth was free to travel like a cloud.

The Ouchi guards and the officials of the Tianshu Department received the alert and rushed to the small building as quickly as possible to confirm that the transmission array has been opened, but did not find any news. The waking young emperor walked to the front of the building, saw a broken feather arrow, and vaguely guessed what was going on, because the war had been tense and he relaxed a lot.

Ning Que is back.

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The red-sleeved moves late at night are usually the most lively time, but now because of the war period, the girls dancing and dancing are cheering for the soldiers on the battlefield with the military consolation group, and under the harsh and cold eyes of Shangguan Yangyu, also There are no dignitaries and wealthy businessmen who dare to come for fun, so it is very quiet.

It is a little strange that there is a **** horse with an abnormal supernatural horse and a green dog looking at no spirit. It is outside the building at this time. Is there a guest tonight? Red Sleeve did come to two distinguished guests today, but it was obvious that the two guests were not here to have fun.

In a quiet room on the top floor, Jane and Xiaocao each hold a baby, and the emotions are very complicated-tossing the baby just one day away-such parents are rare in the world.

Ning Que and Sang Sang were in front of the house on the shore of Yanming Lake, to be precise, standing on the lake embankment, standing in front of the wicker without leaves, and silently facing the snow-covered lake.

After a long time to reunite and return to the old home, they did not recall the past, nor were they feeling that year, but thinking about some more important things.

Ning Que held a shocking array of pestles in his hand, and Sang Sang stood beside him. He put his hands behind his back and looked like an elder, as he was used to in the world for many years.

"That word ... I still can't write it." He said.

Sang Sang turned around and glanced at him, not confirming whether he could not write in this sentence, whether he could not write it, or whether he did not want to write it, even if she had the same mind with him, she couldn't tell clearly.

Because this matter is too complicated.

"I suddenly wanted Longqing." Ning Que said again.

In a sense, in his story, Long Qing is the real male number two, but unlike those stories, he has no emotional projection for Long Qing, and naturally he will not be sympathetic. He just thinks of Long Qing on the Nu River Those things that I learned before I died, something that is connected with that big character.

Throwing the seriously injured Zhao Xiaoshu to two unreliable teachers and nephews, and throwing the newly born pair of children into the Qinglou, does not mean that Ning Que is irresponsible.

It's just that the word is too big, so large that even with the help of the shocking array, it is still difficult to write it. The distant Xihuang and the southeast seashore, and the farther cold snowy sea, are too far away.

Says how far human thought can go, but no one has ever thought about it. This kind of thing itself is extremely vague, and it is very difficult to let it go to a distant place.

Ning Que thought of the dream that he had done many years ago.

That dream when I first met.

In that dream, he saw a sea.

Was dreaming, he was holding Sang Sang.

If there is Sang Sang's help, or he can spread his mind to Tianya and Cape.

How did he speak?

Sang Sang turned around, knowing when there was a small wicker stool. She looked at him and asked, "Do you think children will like this?"

Ning Que said: "I like it very much, they naturally must like it."

Sang Sang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "In that little wooden house, what do you say?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment, and said, "I said ... you can't do it."

Sang Sang said: "But you still want to write that word."

Ning Que said: "Yes."

Sang Sang looked at the night sky.

Tonight, Chang'an City is snow-free and rain-free, and there is a bright moon in the sky.

"Even if ... write that word, I will die."

"I always feel that this should not be the case."

Sang Sang said: "Even if I am willing to help you, I don't know how to help you now."

Ning Que said: "I know the situation."

"Then?"

"Then no."

Ning Que looked at her and said: "No one is qualified to ask you to die, even for the so-called whole human beings, I am not qualified to say that sentence, so no."

Sang Sang's eyes fell on his hand, noticing that he was tightly gripped with his eye pestle and his knuckles were pale.

For Ning Que, Chang'an City is safe. Even if the spectator arrives, he can't do anything, but the war is not over, and the spectator's victory with the master and Xiling is very important.

He seemed calm, but in fact, there were waves in his heart that could not be determined.

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The turbulent cloud over the town resembled the painful face of mankind. This face looked at the earth, at every place in the world, so everyone who could see it saw it.

The cliff outside Helan City, where the lord and the master were separated by hundreds of feet, the Tsing Yi was already broken, and there were many blood stains on the cotton jacket. Two days and one night was enough time for many things to happen.

This battle in this cliff has no onlookers or recorders, otherwise, it will surely rank among the top five in history, regardless of level or degree.

Looking at the cloud in the south, he was silent for a long time and said, "The drunkard is really dead."

Even him, he was a little shocked by what seemed to never happen.

Brother looked at it and didn't speak.

The Lord turned to look at him and said, "They returned to Chang'an, you don't need to stop me."

Brother calmly raised the wooden stick and laid his head in front of his eyebrow again. He didn't speak, but clearly expressed his meaning.

Ning Que and Sang Sang finally got rid of the obstacles and returned to Chang'an City. The subject can't enter Chang'an City, so logically, he doesn't need to continue to burn the life block.

Asked the subject: "Why?"

Brother replied: "The teacher has read seven volumes of heavenly books."

Watching the Lord silent for a moment, said: "It seems that you know what I want to do."

Brother said: "The key is, I know what you want to do."

The meaning of is not as clear as that expressed by the wooden stick in front of the eyebrow, but if you think about it carefully, you can understand some important information hidden in it.

Changan City may help Ning Que to defeat the subject, but he cannot stop the subject from seizing Sang Sang's divine personality. The Master has read the seven volumes of the Heavenly Book and knows all the secrets of the Daomen.

The subject is thoughtful and then disappears.

Brother then disappeared.

This cliff, which watched the world's most powerful two people fighting, is still silent.

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Walk north from any direction of this world, and finally walk under the snow peak. The snow peak is the highest mountain in the world. A few years ago, because of the meteorite falling like a streamer, the snow peak broke into two pieces, and the upper half fell into the dark ocean behind the mountain, but this snow peak It is still the highest mountain in the world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No need to ask the world, this snow peak is the highest, and there is no need to ask the world, the master and the brother are the highest, so the final battlefield choice is here, really Is very suitable.

The sword of the lord of the sky reflected the stars in the sky, and came to the master. The stars in the night vault were so beautiful and dazzling. The same was true of this sword. I couldn't see how it came.

Brother couldn't see it either, so he didn't see it. He held the stick and simply thrust forward. He heard the swish, and the head of the stick came to the front of the viewer.

The **** of the world under the crooked finger, the stars all over the sky returned with the sword, blocking the fierce stick. A star on the sword surface jumped out of the night vault and fell on the hand of the master holding the stick. overflow.

The stick was blocked, but the stick intention continued to move forward.

Buzzed softly.

The ebony fork on the main bun was folded as expected.

Black hair scattered on the shoulders, dancing with the snow wind.

He looked at the master and exclaimed: "Li slowly, who dare to say that you are slow in the future?"

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(This is the first chapter, there are two more chapters, it must be very slow, I am not Li slowly, take it slowly. Because of the hard work of writing, there must be more typos and sentence problems in this chapter, please understand, no mental modification, etc. I'll discuss it later.) (Unfinished. [This text is provided by the breaking dawn update team @ 凡 丶 乐]. If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤First ◢ vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest The motivation of mobile phones. Please read it at m.)