The rain above the small town had long stopped, but the clouds were still there.
The iron arrow went straight into the ground and stopped after a long time. The tremors on the ground were very small. However, it was strange that the field outside the town was shaking violently. Withered seedlings fell down and the stream was overturned. The tremors spread to the town and the dilapidated houses collapsed one after another.
The tremors on the ground seemed to be transmitted to the night sky in the next moment. The gloomy clouds began to roll like boiling water, twisting and twisting, but showing no signs of dispersing. It was like the expression of a human in pain.
The Drunkard's corpse decayed or weathered rapidly along with the tremors of Heaven and Earth. It turned into something like yellow sand and then disappeared after being blown by the wind from the night sky.
Looking at this scene, Ning Que recalled the unusual phenomenon that occurred when he opened the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane in the Wilderness many years ago. He finally understood what killing the Drunkard meant to the world.
He still did not understand why the Drunkard's corpse would become like this. Only Sangsang knew that it was because the Drunkard was no longer a normal human being. In other words, the Drunkard was no longer a human being.
The Drunkard was not an ordinary cultivator, but a Grand Cultivator. He was at the level of the Headmaster of Academy, Buddha, Ke Haoran and the Abbey Dean. Even the term Grand Cultivator was not accurate.
He and the Butcher came from ancient times and had existed in this world long before the Buddha. The generation of the Headmaster and the Abbey Dean a thousand years ago and the generation of Ke Haoran decades ago were all his descendants. He and the Butcher were the real legends, or should they be called legends. He had lived for countless years and seemed to live forever.
But tonight, he died.
It seemed that a person who would never die had died. It meant that life and death were not predetermined. Ning Que did not spend too much time and energy on this matter. He walked directly to Chao Xiaoshu and looked at Sangsang.
The sword borrowed from Liu Bai broke Chao Xiaoshu's body. This was a trap set up by the Academy many years ago. Everyone knew that once it started, Chao Xiaoshu would definitely die. However, since life and death were not predetermined, who said that Chao Xiaoshu would definitely die? Ning Que thought so. He did not believe in destiny even if it was so.
He did not believe in destiny at all, because Sangsang was right beside him.
"Can you cure it?"
Ning Que looked at her and asked. Back then, he cut the Abbey Dean into pieces, and then he himself was cut into pieces by her. Xiong Chumo's hand was broken, but no matter how serious the injury was, she could heal it with a glance. Although he knew that she was far from the old Haotian, he still had great expectations.
"Even if it was me in the past, it would have been very difficult to treat."
Sangsang walked to the broken stone steps and looked at Chao Xiaoshu, who was covered in blood, and said expressionlessly. This was the truth, because Liu Bai's sword was too sharp, and Chao Xiaoshu was seriously injured.
Ning Que was silent as he held Chao Xiaoshu's hand. There was sadness in his eyes. Chao Xiaoshu looked at him with a pale face and squeezed out a smile with difficulty. He was not prepared to leave any last words at the last moment of his life. As long as the Tang Empire and the Academy could win in the end, he believed that the people and things he worried about would be taken care of. Then what else could he worry about?
At this time, Sangsang said.
"But I can cure it now."
Ning Que was a little confused and did not understand what she meant by that.
Sangsang gently stroked the horrible wound on Chao Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen, and a clear light gradually appeared. She took out a bag of needles and thread from nowhere and said calmly, "I have experience with this kind of injury."
Yes. In the Taoist Temple in the capital of the Kingdom of Song, her abdomen was also cut open by a sword, and then she cured it herself. She was indeed experienced in this aspect.
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Looking at the needle and thread going back and forth on Chao Xiaoshu's chest, Ning Que suddenly remembered that Sangsang used to worry that her needlework was not as good as those girls in Chang 'an when they left the City of Wei many years ago. But he did not know that Sangsang also thought of the same scene in the Taoist Temple last night.
Chao Xiaoshu's face was still pale, but his breathing was much steadier, and he began to fall asleep. He was relieved and could no longer bear the extreme physical and mental exhaustion, so he sat on the wet ground.
It was not until then that he noticed that there were two more bamboo baskets beside the saddle of the Big Black Horse. He also noticed that Sangsang's face was still plump, but her waist and abdomen were not as bloated as when they reunited in the Snow Region.
The Big Black Horse walked to him and bent its front hooves so that he could see more clearly.
Looking at the two babies sleeping soundly in the bamboo baskets, Ning Que woke up after a long time. He did not know why, but he felt warm and happy in his chest and abdomen.
The Drunkard was dead, but Second Brother Chao was still alive. Sangsang had given birth to two children for him. Perhaps there was no such thing as reincarnation between life and death. There was great terror, but there was also great joy.
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After confirming that Chao Xiaoshu's life was not in danger, Ning Que did not waste any time. He took Sangsang and left the small town on the Big Black Horse. They rushed to Tuyang City in the west as fast as they could. Tuyang City was the station of the Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire. There was also a transmission array there, which was the fastest way to return to Chang 'an.
In the middle of the night, it was the darkest time of the night. In an inconspicuous house behind the General's Mansion in Tuyang City, a beam of clear light spread out. The aura of Heaven and Earth was disturbed for a while, and then it became quiet again.
The next moment, a circle of clear light also spread out in the inconspicuous small building deep in the Imperial Palace of Chang 'an. The aura of Heaven and Earth moved freely like clouds. The animals on the eaves of the Imperial Palace looked in that direction with vigilance.
The imperial guards and the officials of the Imperial Center Administration who received the alarm rushed to the small building as fast as they could. They confirmed that the transmission array had been opened, but they did not find any news. They could not help but feel a little confused. After a while, Li Yu brought the young emperor who had just woken up to the small building. She saw a broken arrow and vaguely guessed what had happened. Her heart, which had been tense because of the war, was instantly relieved.
Ning Que was back.
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The House of Red Sleeves in the middle of the night was usually the busiest time. But now it was the time of war. The girls of the song and dance troupe were encouraging the soldiers on the battlefield with the Military Ministry's condolence group. Moreover, under the strict and cold gaze of Shangguan Yangyu, no high-ranking officials, nobles, or rich businessmen dared to seek pleasure, so it was very quiet.
What was a little strange was that there was an unusually handsome Big Black Horse and a listless green-skinned dog outside the building. Could it be that there were guests tonight? There were indeed two distinguished guests at the House of Red Sleeves today, but it was obvious that they were not here to have fun.
In the quiet room on the top floor, Mistress Jian and Xiaocao each held a baby in their arms. Their emotions were very complicated. It was rare to see parents who left their newborn babies aside and did not care about them.
At this time, Ning Que and Sangsang were in front of the house by the Yanming Lake. To be exact, they were on the embankment of the lake. They stood in front of the leafless willows and looked at the lake covered with snow in silence.
They reunited after a long time and returned to their old house. They did not reminisce about the past, nor did they lament about the past. Instead, they were thinking about something more important.
Ning Que held the array eye pestle of the God-stunning Array in his hand. Sangsang stood beside him with her hands behind her back, as she was used to doing in the human world all these years. She looked very much like an elder.
"That character … I still can't write it," he said.
Sangsang turned around and looked at him. She was not sure whether he couldn't write it or he didn't want to write it. Even though they were telepathically connected, she could not tell.
Because this matter was too complicated.
"I suddenly miss Long Qing," Ning Que said again.
In a sense, in his story, Long Qing was the real supporting actor. But different from those stories, he did not have any feelings for Long Qing. Naturally, he would not appreciate Long Qing. He just thought of the things that Long Qing had comprehended before he died by the river of anger, and some things that were related to the big character.
Ning Que threw the seriously injured Chao Xiaoshu to his two unreliable martial nephews and his newborn son and daughter to the brothel. It did not mean that Ning Que was irresponsible. He was in a hurry to return to Chang 'an, just to write that character.
But that character was too big. It was so big that even with the help of the God-stunning Array, it was still difficult for him to write it. The distant West Wilderness, the Southeast Sea, and the even more distant Snow Sea were all too far away.
It is said that the human mind can go as far as it can go, but no one has ever thought that such a thing as the mind itself is so indiscernible, and how difficult it is to make it go to a distant place.
Ning Que thought of the dream he had many years ago.
It was the dream of the First Awareness State.
In that dream, he saw a vast sea.
When he had that dream, he was holding Sangsang.
If he had Sangsang's help, he might be able to spread his Psyche Power to the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea.
But how could he say it?
Sangsang turned around and a small willow stool appeared between her fingers. She looked at him and asked, "Do you think the children will like this?"
Ning Que said, "I like it very much. Of course they will like it."
Sangsang looked at him quietly and suddenly said, "What did you say in that cabin?"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "I said … I don't have to do it."
Sangsang said, "But you still want to write that character."
Ning Que said, "Yes."
Sangsang looked at the night sky.
There was no snow or rain in Chang 'an tonight. There was a bright moon in the sky.
"Even if … I will die if I write that character."
"I don't think it should be like this."
Sangsang said, "Even if I am willing to help you, I don't know how."
Ning Que said, "I know the situation."
"And then?"
"There is no then."
Ning Que looked at her and said, "No one is qualified to ask you to die, even if it is for the whole human race. I am not qualified to say that. So there is no then."
Sangsang looked at his hand and noticed that he was holding the array eye pestle so tightly that his knuckles were a little white.
For Ning Que, Chang 'an was safe. Even if the Abbey Dean came, he could do nothing. But the war was not over. The Abbey Dean, Eldest Brother and the West-Hill were all important.
He looked calm, but in fact, his heart was in turmoil.
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The twisting cloud above the town looked like a human face in pain. The face looked at the earth and every corner of the human world. So everyone who could see it saw it.
On the cliff outside Helan City, the Abbey Dean and Eldest Brother stood hundreds of feet apart. Their indigo clothes were torn and their cotton-padded clothes were stained with blood. Two days and one night were enough for a lot of things to happen.
There were no bystanders and no recorder of the battle that happened on the cliff. Otherwise, it would definitely be one of the top five battles in history, no matter in terms of level or degree.
The Abbey Dean looked at the cloud in the south and kept silent for a long time. Then he said, "The Drunkard is really dead."
Even he was a little shocked by this seemingly impossible thing.
Eldest Brother looked at that place and said nothing.
The Abbey Dean turned to him and said, "They are back in Chang 'an. You don't have to stop me anymore."
Eldest Brother calmly raised the wooden stick and put it in front of his eyebrows again. He did not say anything, but his meaning was clear.
Ning Que and Sangsang finally got rid of all the obstacles and returned to Chang 'an. The Abbey Dean could not enter Chang' an, so he did not have to continue to stop them by burning his life.
The Abbey Dean asked, "Why?"
Eldest Brother answered, "The Headmaster has read the Seven Volumes of Arcane Tomes."
The Abbey Dean kept silent for a while and said, "It seems that you know what I want to do."
Eldest Brother said, "The point is, I know what you want to do."
The meaning of this sentence was not as clear as the wooden stick in front of his eyebrows. But if one pondered it carefully, one could understand some important information hidden in it.
Chang 'an could help Ning Que defeat the Abbey Dean, but it could not stop the Abbey Dean from taking Sangsang's divine personality. The Headmaster had read the Seven Volumes of Arcane Tomes and knew all the secrets of Taoism.
The Abbey Dean thought for a while and then disappeared.
Eldest Senior Brother then disappeared.
The cliff that had witnessed the battle between the two most powerful people in the world was still silent.
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If one were to head north from any place in this world, they would eventually arrive at the foot of that snowy peak. The Snow-capped Peak was the tallest mountain in the world. A few years ago, the Snow-capped Peak broke into two because of a meteor that fell like a stream of light. The upper half fell into the dark ocean behind the mountain, but the Snow-capped Peak was still the tallest mountain in the world.
This Snow-capped Peak was the highest without the need to enter the world. Also, the Abbey Dean and the Eldest Brother were the highest without the need to enter the world. Therefore, this was the perfect place for the final battle.
The Abbey Dean's sword reflected the starlight all over the sky and came to the Eldest Brother. The stars in the night sky were so beautiful and mesmerizing. So was the sword. No one could tell where it came from.
Eldest Brother couldn't tell either, so he didn't look. He held the wooden stick and simply thrust it forward. With a swoosh, the stick had already arrived in front of the Abbey Dean.
The Natural Stream Magical Finger Seal, the sky full of stars returned with the sword, blocking this extremely sharp stick. A star on the surface of the sword leaped out of the night sky and landed on the Eldest Brother's hand that was holding the stick. Blood flowed out slightly.
The stick was blocked, but the intent of the stick kept moving forward.
There was a slight buzz.
The ebony fork on the Abbey Dean's Taoist bun was broken.
His black hair draped over his shoulders and danced in the snow wind.
He looked at the Eldest Brother and praised, "Li Manman, who dares to say that you are slow from now on?"
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(This is the first chapter. There are two more chapters. It must be very slow. I am not Li Manman. Take your time. Because of the painstaking writing, there must be a lot of typos and sentence problems in this chapter. Please forgive me. I don't have the energy to revise it. I will discuss it later.)
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