Looking at the two babies who were desperately sucking milk in her arms, Sangsang's face did not show the luster of motherhood that was often mentioned in stories. She did not even show much emotion, but her eyes were a little lost, because this scene proved that she was really becoming more and more like a human, whether it was feeding milk or having milk to feed.
The two babies fell asleep again after they were full. She put the babies aside and stood up slowly with the help of the armrest of the Great Divine Priest. She walked out of the Taoist Temple and looked at the blue sky. She took out the abacus from her arms and fiddled with it casually. She remained silent for a long time.
The Drunkard was looking for her in the human world, and Ning Que was on his way. The reason for her silence was not uneasiness, but displeasure. Her displeasure came from the little changes in the process of transforming from a god to a human being. She had experienced this process before, but she had never experienced the pain and weakness. It was real and infuriating, especially when she thought of the Drunkard forcing her to flee. That kind of humiliation was unbearable.
Maybe it was because she had just given birth, but the sense of humiliation was very strong. The desire to protect her territory and dignity was very strong. She quickly made a decision.
Walking back to the Taoist Temple, she looked at the middle-aged midwife who was sleeping under the Great Divine Priest indifferently. She looked down at her as usual and was used to it. She said, "I grant you immortality."
Nothing happened. There was no clear light, no tea, and no invisible but real changes in fate. Because she was no longer the omnipotent Haotian.
After a moment of silence, she said, "If I can live forever, I grant you immortality."
After saying this, she felt a little uncomfortable and her face was a little hot. She wondered if it was so easy to get sick after becoming a human being. She wanted to do something to distract herself, but suddenly she saw the iron pliers.
In her eyes, the iron pliers that the middle-aged midwife called the obstetrical forceps were not exquisite. But the curved front end contained real wisdom or novel ideas.
She was a little curious about who designed it. At this moment, she saw the familiar logo on the iron pliers. Yes, she was very familiar with the logo because it was produced by the workshop of the Academy. The reason why she was so familiar with it was because she had cooked many meals in the back of the mountain of the Academy, and those kitchen knives all had this logo.
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With great patience, Sangsang rearranged the cloth wrapping the children. From the appearance, it could barely be called swaddling clothes, but judging from the two children's slightly furrowed eyebrows, it was not very comfortable.
As long as it could keep him warm. She did not want to waste her time on such a trivial matter. She tied the two children to both sides of the saddle of the Big Black Horse and rode on the back of the indigo lion. Then, she walked toward the outskirts of the capital.
The twilight was as thick as fire. There were some pedestrians in the streets that had withered because of the war. Seeing the huge indigo lion and Sangsang on it, people screamed in horror and fled.
When they passed by a square, Sangsang asked the indigo lion to stop. There were thousands of people in the square, kneeling and praying towards a small courtyard. There was a pile of white dust in the courtyard.
They were the followers of the New Stream. They came from all over the world to pay homage to their saint.
Now that the New Stream was gradually becoming more powerful, Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen Kingdoms were in a precarious situation. Taoism was hard to maintain and might be abandoned at any time. Therefore, they did not dare to kill the followers of the New Stream like they did in the past.
Sangsang knew that Ye Su was burned to death in that small courtyard. His ashes might be among the pile of wood ashes. It was also from that day onwards that she could no longer recover from her weakened state of mind.
Looking at the small courtyard and the dense crowd of followers of the New Stream, she was silent for a while. She was not too angry because it was meaningless to be angry at the dead. But her state of mind inevitably fluctuated a little. The wound on her abdomen was affected and burst open a little. She looked down at the blood that seeped out of her indigo clothes and frowned slightly. Then she realized that the number of times she frowned these days was more than the number of times she had frowned in the past years.
"Let's go." She said softly.
The indigo lion slowly walked out of the city, followed by the big black horse and the two children. The followers of the New Stream kneeling in the square did not notice them at all. It was probably because they were too focused and pious.
Riding on the indigo lion, she looked at the human world that was no longer what it was yesterday. Her mind gradually drifted away. There was no emotion or kindness on her face, but there was some kind of divinity overflowing from her indigo clothes.
She suddenly remembered something. When she was a child, she heard Ning Que talk about a Bodhisattva. It seemed that the Bodhisattva also rode on the indigo lion to travel around the world. She took the indigo lion from the Bodhisattva in the chessboard. Now sitting on its back, she really looked like a Bodhisattva. According to Ning Que, the Bodhisattva was very determined and kind. He was a good Bodhisattva because he loved all the people in the world, whether they loved him or not. She slightly raised her eyebrows to dispel this feeling. She wondered how she could become weaker than the Buddha.
When they were out of the capital of the Kingdom of Song, the indigo lion and the big black horse stopped and looked at her at the same time. They were trying to tell her what to do next and how to avoid the Drunkard who was chasing them.
Sangsang looked northwest to a star. She remembered that she named it Sirius.
"Let's go there."
The Sirius Star was in the northwest of the sky. There was a small town in the northwest of the human world.
She was now the Tang Monk that Ning Que mentioned. She only had the divinity but no divine power left. In the eyes of people like the Abbey Dean and the Drunkard, she was the biggest temptation. Grand cultivators at that level would kill her at all costs. Chang 'an was too far away and it was not safe to go back. So she had to go to that small town.
She suddenly remembered that the guy named Tang Monk that Ning Que mentioned seemed to have become a Bodhisattva. He was very naggy and stubborn. She just did not understand why he always liked to escape when he was traveling to the west.
She did not want to escape anymore.
Haotian's dignity did not allow her to continue to escape.
She wanted to go to that small town and kill the Drunkard.
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The small town was located at the border of the Kingdom of Song and the Kingdom of Yan. It was deserted now. The Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire had already invaded the hinterland of the Kingdom of Yan. It was said that they had besieged Chengjing City for as long as ten days. The refugees had already passed the small town and rushed to the south, leaving only a mess of ruins.
The only butcher's shop in the town was closed, but the only calligraphy and painting shop was still open. The owner of the shop had been waiting for someone. Although that person might not come back and he might never have the chance to do what he was going to do, he decided to wait until the final confirmation. He did not expect that the drinker he was waiting for had not come back. Instead, an unexpected guest came.
Sangsang led the big black horse to the front of the shop. She crossed the threshold and looked at him. She slightly bent her knees and greeted him with the human etiquette that she knew. It seemed a little stupid or awkward.
Chao Xiaoshu felt very awkward. He looked at her and sighed. "You don't have to be so polite."
He was a very dissolute, talented and uninhibited person. He was also very confident. When he traveled in Jianghu, he knew that he would see a lot of scenery and meet a lot of great people, such as His Majesty the former Emperor. But he never thought that one day he would become Haotian's uncle.
Zhang San and Li Si also knew Sangsang's identity. Their faces instantly turned pale. They panicked and felt extremely uneasy. But when they saw the two cute children beside the saddle, they were a little confused.
"They are you …" Sangsang thought for a while and said, "Youngest Brother and Younger Sister."
There were three generations in the back of the mountain of the Academy. The Eldest Sister of the third generation was Tang Xiaotang, followed by Zhang San and Li Si. Ning Que's son and daughter were naturally the Youngest Brother and Younger Sister.
Hearing this, Zhang San and Li Si finally came to their senses. They thought that they were all on the same side. What was there to be afraid of? They hurried to greet her and called her Youngest Aunt with a smile.
It was not far from the capital to the small town. The indigo lion and the black horse were as fast as lightning. The twilight had faded and the night had come. The small town was dead silent. Only the calligraphy and painting shop was lit.
There was only one shop and a few people. But they still had to eat.
Zhang San and Li Si were very brave. Otherwise, they would not have chopped the Abbey Dean's head with a kitchen knife. Otherwise, they would not have kept calling her Youngest Aunt. However, when Sangsang personally cooked a few dishes and served a few bowls of noodle soup, she still felt a little uneasy and even frightened.
Dishes cooked by Haotian himself? Who had eaten them? Who was qualified to eat them?
"Your Master, Uncle and Aunt all had eaten them, and more than once."
Chao Xiaoshu said with a smile, but there were very complicated emotions in his smile.
He looked at the perfectly tender fried egg on the noodles. After a moment of silence, he said, "It was raining heavily that year. When I wanted to eat a bowl of noodles, you didn't make it for me."
"But I still made it."
Sangsang looked at him and said calmly, "And today I put spring onions and fried eggs."
Few people knew why Chao Xiaoshu came to the small town, but he could not hide it from her.
On that rainy spring night, Chao Xiaoshu walked into the Old Brush Pen Shop. Ning Que carried a knife and followed him to kill people. After killing people, Sangsang cooked a bowl of fried egg noodles for each of them.
This bowl of fried egg noodles was not that delicious.
If you wanted to eat noodles, you had to kill, or in other words, give your life to the other party.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at her and smiled. He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat the noodles.
Zhang San and Li Si dipped the chopsticks in the soup and fed the children who had just woken up.
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In fact, there was not only a calligraphy and painting shop in the small town, but also a wine shop.
The owner of the wine shop was a young and beautiful widow. She had no relatives. At least after being bullied and looked down upon, she had no one to care about. Selling wine in public was not a good story in this world.
Sangsang led the Big Black Horse and looked at her with no expression. She said, "If I kill you, he will be very painful. Even though it is only a temporary emotion, I have decided to kill you."
The beautiful woman looked frightened and pale. She did not know what Sangsang was talking about. But somehow, she could vaguely guess who she was talking about. Because she had been with him for many years. When everyone else fled, she did not leave because she was also waiting for him to come back. She believed that he would take her away.
Sangsang was very weak now, but she could still kill such an ordinary woman with just a thought.
The Big Black Horse tilted its head and refused to move forward. The indigo lion hid in the darkness, like a black hill. It approached slowly and could swallow the woman at any time.
Then, the Drunkard appeared.
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(And today.)
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