It was a cloudy night with neither stars nor moon. It was pitch dark in the small town. Only the faint light from the calligraphy and painting shop could be seen. When it reached the tavern, it was already very faint, but it was enough to illuminate people.
The Drunkard was dusty, but there was no blood on him. Obviously, he had been to many places in the past two days. But he was not anxious, because he was still in the mood to take a bath and change his clothes.
At the last moment when Helan City collapsed and the teleportation array was activated, his Immeasurable State successfully interfered with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He knew that Haotian and Ning Que could not return to Chang 'an, so he did not need to worry anymore. He believed that no one could travel faster and farther than him in the Distanceless State in the long journey. Just like in his long life of cultivation, no one could live longer than him and go farther.
However, his face was a little pale and he looked a little tired. First, he was ambushed by Ning Que, and then one of his hands was blown off. With such a serious injury, even he could not recover in a short period of time.
"I have been looking for you everywhere."
The Drunkard looked at Sangsang and said. The dim light from afar fell into his deep eyes. He looked like a beast at night in the Wilderness.
"But I did not expect you to come to my home."
Sangsang said emotionlessly, "Why are you looking for me?"
The Drunkard said seriously, "You scare me, so I have to kill you as soon as possible."
Sangsang said, "You don't scare me, but I also want to kill you."
The Drunkard laughed when he heard this, as if he thought it was ridiculous.
Haotian, who had divinity but no divine power, was actually just a weak woman.
A baby's cry suddenly came from the saddle of the Big Black Horse.
Sangsang looked over there and frowned slightly. She did not expect the baby to be hungry at this time. It seemed that broth was not suitable to be the main food at this time.
The Drunkard was startled. He stopped laughing and then became louder.
"Congratulations."
His laughter was extremely presumptuous, full of mockery and pity. "If the believers in the human world knew that Haotian had a baby with a mortal, what would they think?"
Sangsang was silent and thought of the divine priests and deacons she met in the capital of the Kingdom of Song.
The Drunkard stopped laughing and looked at her with a frown. He asked, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why must you become a human? Not to mention the Headmaster, Ning Que and Ye Su. Just as the Abbey Dean said, if you didn't want to become a human, none of this would have happened. "
Sangsang said, "I've never thought about it. But since I can become a human, there's nothing bad about it."
The Drunkard drew out a sharp sword from the flagon, looked at her and said, "No matter how good a person is, or how many kinds of hardships he has suffered, there is always one bad thing that he can't escape from."
Sangsang asked, "What?"
The Drunkard said, "People will die."
After a moment of silence, Sangsang looked at him and said calmly, "You will die too."
The Drunkard smiled and said, "How? Killed by you? How are you going to kill them? "
Sangsang looked into the darkness.
"You want to use her to threaten me?"
The Drunkard asked indifferently as he raised the sword in his flagon and pointed it at the beautiful waitress who had spent many nights with him and had an inexplicable affection for him.
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely sharp and traceless sword style broke through the darkness and fell on the throat of the waitress before anyone, including the indigo lion and the black horse could react.
A thin line of blood appeared on her neck which looked like a jade flagon.
The waitress opened her eyes wide and looked at the Drunkard who was holding the sword. She wanted to say something but could not. The next moment, her head fell into the wine jar and floated restlessly.
Sangsang looked at the waitress's head which was bobbing up and down with the wine and remained silent. No one knew what she was thinking.
"Li Manman has actually done what you want to do … Mr. First of the Academy is known as the most benevolent and righteous man in the world. Don't you think it's ridiculous that he would threaten his enemy with the life of an innocent sister-in-law?"
The Drunkard still looked indifferent and unaffected after killing the woman he loved. He looked at her with the bloody flagon in his hand and said, "I didn't say anything at that time, but it doesn't mean that I would accept such a threat. But you want to try it too? You have fallen into the human world. The Divine Kingdom will become our eternal paradise. We will share eternity, immortality and endless glory. The meaning of life is to pursue eternity. Before that, what is love? What is anything else? "
He had a high status in the human society and even in the history of mankind. For ordinary people, he was a living Buddha. But at this moment, he looked more like a devil with the bloody sword in his hand.
Sangsang used to think that for humans, some things were more important than their own lives. But now it seemed that it was just her misunderstanding. Or maybe it was because the people she had deep contact with were all from the Academy, the City of Wei and Chang 'an. Those people were different from others?
No matter what kind of person the Drunkard was, or even if he didn't see her as a human anymore, she would kill him tonight. She took out the abacus and began to count.
It was a very simple movement. She moved the beads lightly with her fingertips, from top to bottom or from bottom to top. The wooden partition between the upper and lower grids made a clear sound when the beads hit. It was not like a zither, but like a drum. It was not a war drum, but a tambourine to help with dancing.
The dark clouds above the small town suddenly became thicker. With a gust of cold wind from the north, the wetness in the clouds condensed into countless drops of water and fell down. It was a heavy rain.
Splash, splash, splash.
The rainwater fell on the small town, washing the houses that had been ransacked by the refugees and the felt on the butcher's shop. Perhaps it was because the felt was too greasy and the rainwater could not wash it clean, so the rainwater was a little angry. The rainwater turned into sharp blades and quietly melted the felt into shreds. Then, the bricks and beams of the butcher's shop were all corroded. In just a few breaths, the butcher's shop collapsed into ruins. The blood and grease that had accumulated for countless years on the ground were also washed away. Along the waterfall-like water, it flowed into the crack that the butcher had accidentally slashed out with his meat knife in the past and reached the extremely deep quiet spring.
Following the butcher's shop was the wine tavern. The wine songs hidden in the back room were like snow that was pierced by the rain. The raindrops that fell into the wine jar were especially dense and quickly diluted the wine smell. The head of the wine girl disappeared and merged with the wine. With a crack, the wine jar broke into dozens of pieces. The wine rushed into the shop and flowed everywhere. When the wine met the pillars, it was like fire meeting ice. The whole house began to collapse.
The heavy rain in the cold night came from the abacus in Sangsang's hand and the will in her heart. She was Haotian and that was the will of Heaven. Now she could not summon the Qi of Heaven and Earth above the East Sea to help her fight. She had no Divine Power. What she used was imitation. She imitated Ning Que's writing talismans. She turned her will into Psyche Power and told the world to know.
She used the Heaven's Calculation to help herself simulate the methods of human cultivation. As long as she calculated, she could imitate it perfectly. Therefore, as soon as she learned how to write talismans from Ning Que, she wrote a Divine Talisman. After all, she used to be Haotian. Whether in learning or cultivation, her progress was much faster than that of human beings. This terrible rainstorm once fell on Chang 'an. The Divine Talisman she wrote was written by Yan Se and Ning Que. It was the legendary Jing Fu.
The strong talisman intent shrouded the whole town along with the heavy rain. The only long street in the town and the thickest dark cloud in the sky were parallel and intersected in space. It was exactly the Jing Fu.
The Drunkard stood beside the ruins. He was wet all over. His clean clothes were full of holes. His gray hair fell off, revealing his bald head. He looked extremely embarrassed, like a stray dog that had lost its home.
The butcher shop was destroyed. The tavern was destroyed. He indeed had no home.
The rain gradually stopped. The flagon in the Drunkard's hand was dripping more heavily than before. The rain on his body had turned into blood. He looked severely injured, but he did not fall down.
The Jing Fu was a Divine Talisman, but he had an infinite flagon. Although Sangsang showed the learning ability and cultivation talent that human beings could not achieve, she could not defeat him. Because she could not surpass the threshold of the Five States by learning and imitation.
His wet hair fell in front of his eyes. He stared at Sangsang, embarrassed and alert.
He did not care about becoming a homeless man. Because his future home would be above the Divine Kingdom, a perfect and solemn palace. He wanted to kill Sangsang, but he needed to make sure of one thing first.
Where was Ning Que?
The Drunkard was really wary of Ning Que, who did not show up. He was seriously injured by Ning Que and lost his hand. Although Ning Que was more seriously injured by him, he knew that Ning Que's recovery ability was better than his.
Just as the Academy had always thought, his body had long decayed.
Decayed, but still alive. However, it was very difficult to repair it. Whether it was injuries or other problems, it always made him nervous and uneasy.
Where was Ning Que?
Sangsang did not know his current location. She did not need to know. After leaving Helan City, no matter if he was sent to the Front Gate of Devil's Doctrine, Capital Cheng, West-Hill or Chang 'an, he would always come here.
Because she was here.
Even if his men couldn't arrive for a while, his arrows would arrive soon enough.
The sound of the rain and the beads hitting the abacus disappeared. The small town was silent. The indigo lion raised its paws to shelter the two babies from the rain. Now it slowly disappeared into the night with the big black horse.
"1989, 0309."
Sangsang suddenly said two numbers. She lowered her head and looked at the shape of the beads on the abacus. Her voice was soft but carried by the wind to somewhere far away. It should be somewhere in the north.
Two days ago on the cliff outside Helan City, facing the sea of flowers, she said two numbers to confirm the location when she helped Ning Que shoot the Abbey Dean. She said two numbers to confirm the location. She said two numbers for Ning Que to hear. But for some reason, they were exactly the same. What did this mean?
The Drunkard's pupils shrank. With a roar from his chest, his body turned illusory and passed through the Qi of Heaven and Earth. He was not sure if he was hundreds or thousands of miles away.
The next moment, he returned to the original place from hundreds or thousands of miles away.
It was as if he had never left and did nothing.
A swoosh sounded behind him.
The arrow was already behind him.
He dodged the arrow.
He was slightly surprised. He turned around and saw an arrow nailed on the broken door of a pawnshop by the street. The arrow pierced very little into the wood. It swayed in the night wind for a while and then fell down.
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(After a fierce mental struggle, I decided to write one more chapter, but it would be very late.)
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