The Butcher was silent. He recalled that years ago, the Abbey Dean sent the Drunkard to the West Wilderness to meet the Chief Monk of Scripture. He was also trying to harm her.
"She is indeed the most powerful person in Taoism in a thousand years."
The Butcher stood up, wiped the water stains off his clothes, and sighed.
The Drunkard looked at him and said, "What should we do?"
Or rather, what should we choose?
The Butcher said, "Don't forget that there are two Haotians now."
If she did not return to the Divine Kingdom and was still in the human world, then there would be one in Heaven and one in the human world. But no one knew which one was the real one.
"If I follow the wishes of the one in Heaven, the chances of success will be very high. But I don't know if the one in Heaven will fulfill the agreement between us and the one in the human world. So we can't let the one in the human world die."
The Drunkard and the Butcher had lived for too long, so they were afraid of death.
When the light of Haotian shrouded the human world, they hid like rats. When the Headmaster found them, they remained silent. When the Headmaster ascended to Heaven and the Abbey Dean landed, they remained silent. They never had the courage to rise up.
But they still had greed, which was like the combination of countless human instincts. It was so strong and so unwilling. They wanted eternity.
Eternity did not belong to the human world, but to the Divine Kingdom. They got Sangsang's promise or gift, so they calmed down and became happy, no longer guarding the boring life of the past tens of thousands of years. Until now, they found that there might be two Haotians.
This had happened before. When Sangsang traveled with Ning Que in the human world, or even earlier, when she lived with Ning Que in the City of Wei in the Min Mountain, there had always been two Haotians. But one of them did not wake up. When she woke up, she and the one in the Divine Kingdom were inseparable.
But the Abbey Dean's recent behavior indicated that … the one who did not return to the Divine Kingdom and the one who stayed in the Divine Kingdom had stepped into different rivers.
In that case, was the agreement between them still valid? What did the Haotian in the Divine Kingdom think? Who should they follow?
The Butcher looked at the Drunkard and said seriously, "Fortunately, there are two of us. If there are really two Haotians, then … we can each guard one."
The Drunkard stood up and said, "That's the only way. even if we make a wrong choice, we won't lose everything. We can still do something at the last moment."
The Butcher said, "You go too."
The Drunkard said, "Of course."
The Butcher said, "If she hasn't returned to the Divine Kingdom and is still in the human world, you must find her before the Abbey Dean and Li Manman …"
The Drunkard said, "What about you?"
The Butcher walked back to the chopping board and threw the trotters into the pot. Looking at the trotters floating in the brine, he said, "I'm going to Peach Mountain. If Haotian Taoism is really acting according to the will of the Divine Kingdom, then they need my help."
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Other than the painting and calligraphy shop, the butcher shop, and the wine shop, there was also a gambling house in the town. There were not many people living in the town, and there were very few wealthy families. There were also relatively few lazy gamblers, so the business of the gambling stalls had never been good. However, this did not affect the fact that many men in the town came to report every day and never got tired of it.
Zhang San and Li Si stood in front of the table, looking at the chips and patterns of different sizes, listening to the dealer's shout and smelling the fragrance of cosmetics and alcohol around them. They were very excited.
Li Si liked to fool around when he was in Chang 'an, so he was not a good boy. Zhang San was also very competitive in his hometown. He had broken the heads of many villagers for his mother's sake. Moreover, they had only been in the Academy for a short time, so they did not have the chance to receive Li Manman's moral education and Jun Mo's stick education. Therefore, they had no resistance to gambling.
"Why do we always lose?"
After losing a few more copper coins, Li Si gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "I don't believe it's a technical problem, and it can't be a problem of intelligence."
Zhang San reminded him, "We played a few rounds with the Youngest Uncle, but didn't we always lose? The Youngest Uncle said it's a problem of character. "
"Is our character not good enough? If not, why would the teacher choose us? Are you the Prime Minister's son, or am I the Princess's brother? "
Li Si said angrily. He took out a handful of broken silver and stuffed half of it into Zhang San's hand. Then, he slammed it on the table.
"Take it with both hands! I'll bet on the big one, you bet on the small one! Someone will win! "
Not long after, Zhang San and Li Si left the gambling house sulkily and went back to the shop with their heads down. Chao Xiaoshu was washing the chess pieces with clean water. Seeing their expressions, he knew they had lost all again. He smiled and asked about the situation.
"Betting on both sides will definitely lose. People who do this are really stupid."
Chao Xiaoshu said with a smile, but his eyes did not fall on Zhang San and Li Si. Instead, he looked over their shoulders at the butcher's shop on the other side of the street.
Zhang San and Li Si looked very calm, no longer cursing like before. It seemed that they did not care about the broken silver they lost in the gambling house at all.
To go to the gambling house, they had to pass the butcher's shop. They could hear the people in the butcher's shop talking. Yes, the people in the shop must know …
But Zhang Nianzu was just Zhang San, and Li Guangdi was just Li Si. They were just ordinary people, just like their names. Who would care?
"I'll write a letter." Chao Xiaoshu walked to the backyard.
In the butcher's shop, the Butcher and the Drunkard sat facing each other in silence amidst the clean water and the faint smell of blood. They had said what they wanted to say, but they could not calm down immediately.
All of a sudden, the Butcher raised his eyebrows. The knife in his belt whistled through the air. He held it in his hand and held it horizontally in front of his face.
His body reacted faster and he had already squatted behind the chopping board. His expression was extremely serious, which was reflected on the shiny surface of the knife.
He felt extreme danger. He had felt the same kind of danger several years ago during the Rite to Light on the Peach Mountain. Today, the danger came again.
The Drunkard stood up with his long gown fluttering. It seemed that he would disappear in the wind in the next moment.
They both felt the threat from Chang 'an. The direction the iron arrow was pointing at was moving slowly in the human world, following that person's line of sight.
Who was Ning Que going to shoot?
Blood and corpses were everywhere in Yangzhou City. The blood had solidified and turned black. The corpses were covered with snow, but they did not rot immediately. The Fuchun River outside the city was also covered with blood. Corpses were floating on the clear water. It was a shocking scene.
A sacred sedan was by the river, facing the direction of the Verdant Canyon.
Hengmu Liren sat on the sedan with his legs crossed. His young face was expressionless. But everyone could see his pride from his slightly raised lips and bright eyes.
He had led the Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill to kill countless people in Qinghe Prefecture. The beautiful bridges and flowing water had been dyed red by blood. The green trees in the fields were aging rapidly. Magpies were rare and crows were perched on the branches.
He was proud of his achievements and his power. He looked at the Verdant Canyon that was vaguely visible in the distance and stretched out his hands toward the sky.
When Jun Mo fought against ten thousand enemies and shocked the world, he was just an insignificant woodcutter in the Revelation Institute. He regretted that he did not make it to the great battle. He was even more regretful that Jun Mo had lost an arm. So what was the point of winning the battle now?
As he thought of this, the regret gradually turned into pride. All the emotions in Hengmu Liren's body eventually turned into pride, as if it was the imprint left by Haotian on him.
All of a sudden, he raised his eyebrows and waved his hand. A gust of wind rose from the Fuchun River, carrying with it a faint smell of blood. The heavy gauze curtains in front of the sacred sedan fell off.
One layer of muslin, two layers of muslin, and countless more layers of muslin quickly fell down one after another, covering his figure in the innermost depths. His subordinates beside the carriage and the devout believers in the fields could no longer see his face, nor could they share his glory and pride.
Hengmu Liren did not like it, but he had to do it. He even had to be vigilant and restrain his aura so that his Taoist Heart could be as peaceful as a dry well.
Because if he insisted on his pride, he would be seen by that person. Even if that person could not see him, he would still be worried that he would be noticed. That was why he had to keep a low profile.
Was it humility? No, humility was a kind of active virtue, and he was passive and low-key, so this was a kind of humiliation, a complete and utter humiliation.
Behind the heavy gauze curtains, Hengmu Liren lowered his head. His young face was flushed with anger. He moved his lips and murmured with indescribable hatred, "Come out if you can, come out if you can, come out if you can! … "
After leaving the capital of the Kingdom of Song, Long Qing led his subordinates and more than two thousand Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill to the north. They returned to Capital Cheng and met up with the Papal Cavalrymen who had been stationed here for years.
The Emperor of Yan was in charge of the state affairs. He trusted his brother's ability and did not have the energy to deal with those trivial matters. His eyes were fixed on the north, on the Eastern Wilderness where he had risen again, and on the ghost-like peerless powerhouse.
Yu Lian's purge of the Eastern Wilderness was coming to an end. The Divine Halls of West-Hill had tried many times to stop her, but to no avail. Instead, they lost more powerhouses. In the end, they could only cover their eyes and pretend that they did not see anything. But he could not pretend that he did not see anything. It was not because the Eastern Wilderness was the place where he had risen again and he had feelings for it. It was because the Yan Kingdom was to the south of the Eastern Wilderness. When the Desolate Man tribe moved south again, the Yan Kingdom would be the first to be destroyed.
Suddenly, Long Qing withdrew his gaze from the grassland and looked in the direction of Chang 'an City. Just a moment ago, he felt a wave similar to Divine Awareness passing through Chengjing City.
The Divine Consciousness was similar to the Psyche Power. No one in the cultivation world could have such a powerful Psyche Power. Even Liu Bai, once the most powerful person in the world, could not sweep through the entire human world with his Psyche Power. Then whose Divine Consciousness was it? Long Qing knew it was Ning Que's.
When he received Sangsang's Divine Flame, or when he had the entire Chang 'an as the source, only Ning Que could sense an ocean and his Divine Consciousness could sweep through the entire human world.
Long Qing was silent, but he was not as embarrassed as the Butcher. He was calm and did not seem to care. He was not like the Drunkard who was ready to use the Limitless Escape at any time. Because he did not know the Limitless Escape, and because he was not going to leave.
There were only three people in the cultivation world who survived Ning Que's Thirteen Primordial Arrows: the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple, Ye Hongyu, and him.
Among them, he was the only one who had truly experienced the terror of the iron arrow. The hole in his chest and abdomen was still telling the story of that year. He was too familiar with the iron arrow and knew many things about it. Even with the help of Tianqi and Chang 'an, Ning Que could see everything in the human world. But he still needed someone to help him locate a place in the human world. In other words, he needed someone to push his target to the peak state.
These were all calculated by Long Qing. So he was not worried, because Mr. First should have left the human world. But he still remained silent. After all, it was the Thirteen Primordial Arrows.
A gentleman must shoot when he has nothing to fight for. The Academy was very particular about shooting. When Ning Que was ready to shoot, the entire world was silent.
Even the most powerful cultivator, the most confident and narcissistic powerhouse, did not want to be his target. The iron arrow might not be enough to kill someone like the Butcher, but no one dared to take the risk. During the Rite to Light that year, the powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State from Qinghe Prefecture died, and so did Elder Cui, who was worshiped by all the clans.
They were both killed by an arrow.
Ning Que looked at the human world. His eyes moved across the vast wilderness, mountains, and rivers. The iron arrow moved along with him, and finally landed in the depths of the Wilderness in the west.
There was nothing there. There was no battle, and he couldn't sense any special light spots in his sea of consciousness. It was too far away, as if he was at the end of the world. Even when his divine sense reached there, it became extremely faint and hard to distinguish.
But he still aimed there quietly, because he had to do something. He had to do it when the Abbey Dean disappeared in the snow and wind, and before he left Chang 'an.
As Long Qing calculated, his iron arrow needed the Eldest Brother's cooperation. In front of the Imperial Palace in Linkang, he and the Eldest Brother prepared to kill the Drunkard in this way. Even though they failed, they still posed a great threat to the Drunkard and caused a great disturbance after that, until Ye Su died in the small courtyard by the East Sea.
The Thirteen Primordial Arrows in the most powerful state could threaten all the powerhouses. But it needed the entire Chang 'an to provide him with power and cooperation. But many people forgot that it was not the Eldest Brother who cooperated with Ning Que when he used the iron arrow to kill people from a thousand miles away.
That day in the garden by the Fuchun River, the person who had taken a step forward and announced his name had shocked Old Master Cui to the point of releasing his full realm without hesitation … was Jun Mo.
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The snow and wind in the Wilderness stopped for a few days. Suddenly, it started falling again, and it became more and more violent. The Golden Tribe Royal Court marched south in the snow and wind. Every adult man in the grassland tribes was the best cavalryman. Now the Northern Battlefront Army was fighting against hundreds of thousands of elites.
On the western grassland, the snow and wind were equally violent. The Right Royal Court sent out all the best cavalrymen. They were far away from the Central Plains and had not fought for many years. They did not go south to the Yuelun Kingdom, nor did they take the risk of returning to the east to the horrible Quagmire. Instead, they headed for the farther west. The bitter cold weather and the difficult supply of food did not make them hesitate. Because they were going to a place called Xuankong Temple.
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