The bubble on Sangsang's fingertip was perfect, but it was not a perfect circle. It had curves and an indescribable sense of beauty, just like her bulging belly. It seemed fragile, but it was incomparably firm. It was space itself.
She was expressionless, but she was not indifferent, just calm. It seemed that the two cracks on the bubble and the bulging belly indicated something or the future, which was constantly changing her.
A Taoist dressed in green suddenly appeared at the edge of the forest beside the cold Snow Sea. He changed the direction of the wind and the temperature of the field. He was the strongest person in the world now, possessing the wisest and farsighted vision. However, the strange thing was that he turned a blind eye to the faint light in the yurt.
He didn't turn a blind eye to it, but he really didn't see it. He didn't see the oil lamp, didn't see the steam rising from the pot of snow chicken soup, and didn't see Sangsang by the window because Sangsang didn't want him to see her. With a thought, he isolated the wooden yurt by the sea from the real world.
That was the world of Haotian, and even he could not see it.
Chen Mou stood quietly at the edge of the frozen forest, looking at the snow dancing wildly on the surface of the Hot Sea like smoke and dust, looking at the footprints of the beasts that were gradually covered by the wind and snow. Although he did not see what he wanted to see, he did not leave, because he had an intuition that the person he had been searching for should be here.
Sangsang sat quietly by the window. The dim light of the oil lamp shone on her chubby cheeks, and her hand fell on her bulging belly, motionless. She did not look at him by the forest, nor did she do anything, not even think.
This was the seventh time the Mou had come to the Cold Snow Sea to find her. Every time he came, he would get closer to her. He did not know whether he would see her face and approach her world the next time he came.
The late autumn night in the north was extremely long, as if it would never stop. Only at certain moments would the sun show its face. The Mou stood by the forest for a whole night. His eyes were dazzled by the red sunlight, and he once again looked at the wooden yurts around the Snow Sea. After confirming that there was no trace of her, he disappeared again.
In the corner of the yurt, the indigo lion lying by the stove was motionless. It was instinctively afraid of the human being, especially after seeing its owner's silence several times. It realized how terrifying the human being was. For the whole night, it didn't even dare to breathe, let alone wagging its tail to beg its owner to give it a drumstick.
The indigo lion heaved a sigh of relief when the man finally left. It stood up on all fours and shook its head to make its slightly numb body more active. When it was about to show off to Sangsang, it found that Sangsang was still in the same position as last night, sitting quietly by the window without thinking, as if she didn't know that it had left.
Soon after the sun rose, it fell into the dark ocean again. Sangsang looked at the cold world outside the window. When the oil lamp burned out, the figure in green clothes appeared again in the woods.
Sangsang was still sitting quietly.
Chen Mou left again.
She sat there quietly, not sleeping, not eating, not talking, not thinking, not thinking, not moving.
A cold wind that didn't belong to nature blew, and the aura of heaven and earth changed slightly. A scholar in a cotton-padded jacket appeared in the woods. He looked around, as if he was looking for something.
He was covered with dust, haggard, and extremely thin. He hadn't rested for a long time, and the cold wind could knock him down at any time.
Sangsang finally moved. She turned her head and shifted her gaze from the snow-covered sea to the woodland. Her eyes fell on the scholar, and a complicated emotion appeared in her indifferent eyes.
She suddenly wanted to walk out of the yurt and go back to her own world. Because she felt that the scholar was trustworthy and trustworthy, but also a little scared and disgusted. So she didn't do anything in the end.
The Drunkard finally arrived the second day after the Eldest Brother left. He was the most powerful man who had experienced the Everlasting Night. The flagon on his waist swayed in the wind and snow, as if the wine in it had been drunk.
Sangsang didn't even look at him, nor was she as silent and cautious as the Chen Mou when he appeared.
Finally, they all left.
Sangsang stood up by the window and walked to the stove. She looked at the pot of chicken soup that had long been boiled dry, and smelled the pungent burnt smell. She was silent for a long time.
He didn't go home that night, so that she could finish the chicken soup in case it went bad.
Did he finish the chicken soup in the end?
Sangsang thought of the note, and her right hand gently stroked her bulging belly. She suddenly felt very lonely and wanted someone to accompany her. All this happened when she thought of that person.
This was her world. In this world, time was still passing, the chicken soup would be boiled dry, and the life in her belly would keep growing. She was getting weaker and weaker.
If she couldn't maintain this world, it would be the moment of danger.
She put the pot of burnt chicken in front of the indigo lion, and ignored its pitiful look. She took out an abacus from under the table and began to calculate the possible dangers and solutions.
She had to provide endless nutrients for the little life in her belly, and at the same time, she had to be isolated from the human world. She didn't have enough energy to calculate like before. Her chess skills were still unbeatable, and she was still unbeatable at the poker table. Neither Chen Pipi nor Song Qian and other human geniuses were her opponents. But she couldn't calculate everything in the world. She had to rely on human's calculation tools to reason and calculate those important things.
She was the rule of this world. However, after she came to the human world, she was contaminated by the mortal world, and her speed was not as fast as those three human beings. This was a very dangerous thing. If she had to escape, how could she be faster?
Clap, clap, clap, clap. The crisp sound of plates hitting against each other came from the dark yurt. It sounded like a cheerful song. The indigo lion was gnawing on the burnt chicken bones, happily wagging its tail.
Sangsang's right hand moved quickly on the abacus, leaving a series of residual shadows. She looked calm and focused. The perfect bubble appeared in her left hand again. On the smooth surface of the bubble, more than ten light spots appeared. If compared with the map of the human world, those light spots were Helan City, Chang 'an, the West-Hill, the Kingdom of Song, the Lanke Temple, the depths of the West Wilderness … the beginning or the end of those space passages.
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The last autumn rain fell, and the Central Plains were extremely cold. The war in the human world had finally reached the last step.
The Tang Empire reorganized its navy, and tens of thousands of ships raced to the South Jin Kingdom. The South Jin Kingdom, which had been frightened by Ning Que's killing of their emperor and ministers, had no power to resist. Coupled with the reputation of the Sword Garret, the gate of Linkang was opened within ten days.
The army of the Great River Kingdom also crossed the surging Yellow River and headed north. The divine chariot and the royal chariot led tens of thousands of people of the Great River Kingdom. They did something that no one had dared to think of for generations. They marched towards the West-Hill Divine Kingdom.
The Tang army had entered the border of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom and was less than two hundred miles away from Peach Mountain. The Sacred Sedan of Judgment had arrived at the Muyu Town in the south and was only three hundred miles away from Peach Mountain. The West-Hill Divine Kingdom was besieged from both the north and the south. Although they had recalled all the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism and tens of thousands of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls had set up several lines of defense around Peach Mountain, everyone knew that the Divine Halls were in danger.
On the balcony of the White Divine Palace on the peak of Peach Mountain, Xiong Chumo was looking at the human world shrouded by the autumn rain. His haggard face was filled with frustration. He did not know what else he could do. It seemed that it was the last moment for him to conclude his life, but he did not know how to conclude it.
Where was the Abbey Dean? What was he doing? Why didn't Haotian respond to the prayers of the devout believers? Why was it that the blasphemers had won one victory after another, but the Heavenly Messenger had yet to arrive? What was going on? Was Haotian Taoism, which had ruled the world for countless years, going to be destroyed?
Xiong Chumo was enraged out of desperation. The filthiest words and the most vicious curses burst out from his mouth and resounded through the entire Peach Mountain like thunder. Those words were meant for the Abbey Dean. However, even at this moment, he still did not dare to say the Abbey Dean's name, which made him look extremely pitiful.
The mountain wind blew and dispersed the misty rain, revealing the small town at the foot of the mountain. In the autumn wind and rain, the town was still as tranquil as the sky, unaffected.
Looking at the town, Xiong Chumo gradually calmed down. Even if the Abbey Dean was not coming back, as long as that person was there, the Tang and the Academy would not be able to get close to Peach Mountain. Then there was nothing to worry about.
There were still many things to worry about.
Xiong Chumo looked at the distant mountain in the autumn rain. He seemed to have seen Xu Shi's flag and the fearsome armored cavalry of the Tang army. He felt the weight on his shoulders getting heavier.
"Long Qing still refuses to bring the rest of the people back. What is he doing? Is he really going to disobey the decree? And what is he doing in Yan Kingdom? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que? "
Xiong Chumo roared angrily in a low voice.
The middle-aged priest stood beside him and said calmly, "If he can really keep Ning Que in Yan Kingdom, it will be a great achievement for the Divine Halls."
Xiong Chumo sneered, "That depends on whether he has the ability or not."
The middle-aged priest said calmly, "If he can't, then no one else can."
Xiong Chumo slightly frowned and turned to him. He did not expect that the priest would have such a high opinion of Long Qing. He said carefully, "Hengmu … was killed by Ning Que. Long Qing has not even passed the Five States. How can he be a match for him?"
"Years ago, I saw Long Qing climb up from the abyss … If Hengmu and Long Qing fought, Hengmu would be the one to die. As for Long Qing and Ning Que, who is stronger and who will be the final winner, no one else has the right to judge. They can only fight for the last time."
The middle-aged priest said calmly. He had always played the role of a bystander in Taoism. He knew more than most people, so he was calmer.
Xiong Chumo paused for a while and said, "The enemy is coming. Taoism has to do something."
The middle-aged priest looked at the small town in the autumn rain and said, "I will go and have a look."
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