In fact, Ning Que had only seen the Abbey Dean a few times in Chang 'an. Now that he thought about it, every time they met, it seemed to be accompanied by wind and snow. It was extremely cold from the outside to the inside.
In the past, the Abbey Dean's indigo robe was clean and free of snow and frost. He was like an immortal. But now, he was covered with dust and looked tired. He was just like an ordinary person.
He had been searching for Sangsang for many days and places. He had traveled thousands of miles with the Distanceless State, but he was still one step behind. Ning Que and Sangsang's natal connection was stronger than the strongest in the world.
He looked at the other side of the cold pond and the withered grass under the snow. There was no expression on his face. His mind was calm because there was nothing there.
But he always felt that there was something there. It was the same feeling he had when he passed by the Desolate Man's tribe in the Snow Sea in the past. So he did not leave.
The mountain that was abandoned by Haotian became colder and colder in the wind and snow. The Abbey Dean stood by the pond quietly and looked calmer and calmer, as if invisible water had flowed through him and washed away all the dust. The weathered look on his face became lighter and lighter until it finally disappeared. The snow on his indigo robe also melted and disappeared.
A pure aura came out of his body and reached his feet. It melted the snow and green the old grass. It spread to the pond and melted the ice, creating ripples. Spring was coming.
The spring wind greened the shore of the cold pond and reached the other side in an instant.
Sangsang looked at him quietly and put her fingers on the ground. The aura of life flowed into the earth like a trickle. The spring outside and the spring inside merged together.
Without each other, there was no boundary and they could not be seen.
When the dusk came, the Abbey Dean left the pond, leaving a lingering aura of the space passage and disappeared.
Ning Que was relieved when he confirmed that the Abbey Dean did not find Sangsang and him. But he did not look happy because it was only temporary. No one knew how long this situation would last.
"Can we go now?"
He looked at the magnificent Helan City in the distant mountains and asked.
Sangsang did not answer.
Ning Que understood what she meant. The Abbey Dean might have gone to the South Sea, or he might be looking at the earth from the top of the Snow-capped Peak. If she opened her world, he would easily find her.
The abacus was on her knees, but she could not figure out the position of the Abbey Dean.
She was becoming weaker and weaker, or rather, she was becoming more and more like an ordinary woman. This fact made her silent, helpless, and even angrier.
She grabbed Ning Que's hand and bit it hard, like a mother beast who had been stimulated.
Ning Que looked at the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. It was very painful, but he did not cry out. His eyes were full of love and sympathy.
As night fell, the wind and snow in the mountains suddenly stopped. A gust of wind came from the sea in the southeast, blowing away the thick clouds in the sky. Hundreds of stars appeared in front of him, and at the same time, there was a full moon.
Ning Que held Sangsang and leaned against the soft animal skin, staring at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky in a daze.
Sangsang said, "I want to have sex."
Ning Que was slightly stunned. He looked down at her calm face and realized that she was not joking. Of course, if she was really joking, this matter would be a little too funny.
He said, "What are you thinking about? Go to sleep first."
Sangsang said, "I want to sleep with you."
Ning Que was startled and asked, "Sleepy?"
Sangsang said, "I want to sleep with you."
Her mood was very calm, even a little indifferent. She was not so serious, but extremely serious.
Ning Que held her, smelled her scent, and kissed her face.
After a while.
He suddenly said, "Can we not watch?"
Sangsang looked at a certain place without blinking her eyes and said, "Why?"
Ning Que said, "What is this? What people do, God is watching? "
Sangsang looked up at him and said, "That's interesting."
"Interesting? Nonsense."
"That's boring."
"Well, I say … even if you have to watch, can't you show some emotions?"
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Ning Que was not in a good mood when he woke up in the morning, because he always felt that Sangsang's mood was a little strange, as if she was saying goodbye to him. They had just reunited, and she was going to run away again?
He thought about it and felt that something was wrong. His expression gradually became solemn, and he was extremely vigilant as he looked across the cold pond at the grassland that had just been in spring yesterday and was frozen by the cold wind overnight.
What happened next gave him another possible answer, but it did not make him feel a little relaxed. Instead, his mood became heavier, because Sangsang seemed to be about to give birth.
He had experience in many things, but he had no experience in this matter. Sangsang used to be omniscient and omnipotent, but there was nothing she could do about this matter.
It was quiet in the wooden hut. Sangsang held her bulging abdomen and felt the movement coming from inside. Her thin brows were extremely tightly knitted, and her face was a little pale. The labor pain had not begun, but it was about to begin.
Giving birth was troublesome, and what was more troublesome was that Sangsang's state of mind was greatly disturbed, and it was difficult for her to maintain her own world. There was gossamer floating in the air outside the window, and Ning Que knew that it was a crack.
If the world was smaller, or the matter in the world was less, with Sangsang's ability, she might be able to maintain it for a longer period of time.
Ning Que looked at the looming crack in the space outside the window, and understood why he felt that separation was close at hand when he woke up in the morning. After a moment of silence, he led the big black horse out of the wooden hut.
There was no clear cracking sound, but only a gust of cold wind. He returned to the real world, and stood by the real cold pond. Looking back, there was no road or house.
He decided to leave here, as far as possible from the cold pond, and as far as possible from her. He understood what Long Qing had said before the battle. It turned out that his search was not a good thing for her.
However, just as he was about to leave, someone came.
That person returned to the pond.
"Where is she?"
The Abbey Dean looked at him and asked calmly. He was neither anxious nor angry, as if everything was under his control, like the water grass in the water, the shadow of the pond in the middle of the pond, and the Will of Heaven in his chest.
Ning Que did not answer his question. He took out his iron cutlass and chopped across the cold pond.
He chopped thousands of times.
The blade broke through the air and turned into countless shadows. Each shadow was a stroke, and two strokes were a character. His iron cutlass instantly wrote thousands of characters by the cold pond.
Thousands of "Yi" characters.
His face was as pale as paper, and the Psyche Power in his sense of perception was emptied.
Countless fierce talisman intents covered the cold pond.
Under the Abbey Dean's feet, a few green grass that was stretching its waists were silently broken into countless pieces.
The cold tree by the pond was silently broken into countless pieces.
The world by the cold pond was a painting.
Ning Que cut the painting into countless pieces.
The Abbey Dean was a man in the painting. How could he be at ease?
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(This chapter is mainly about "Heaven is watching". A guy on Weibo said, "When asking his girlfriend to make love, he always thinks of a saying: Heaven is watching". (WB Zach). When I saw it, I thought of Ning Que and Sangsang doing it. What was that? In the past, I've written about the battle between Heaven and Man, and the unification of Heaven and Man. But I've always wanted her to see it. The Heavens are watching what Man is doing. How cool … It was supposed to be a long and detailed description, but everyone knew about the recent situation, so I simplified it and kept the meaning. I couldn't help but feel a bit regretful. Many years ago, I wrote the part about Fan Xian and Zhan Doudou in the Qing Dynasty with great care. I wanted to use other methods to write it again. What a pity. The last chapters must be written with great care. See you tomorrow.)
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