Ning Que had vaguely remembered some of the wonderful things that happened yesterday morning, including the illusory but not dreamlike encounter when he was in a coma on the long street. The strength of a cultivator was undoubtedly revealed in the lakeside house. Even if he had brought three knives, he could not defeat the opponent. As for the encounter on the long street, it was even more dangerous. If it were not for Haotian's luck, he would not have survived, let alone have such a great Lucky Chance.
He firmly believed that Haotian had his own purpose in letting him come to this world, so he believed that he would not die for no reason. This belief supported him through the most difficult period of his childhood and accompanied him through life and death situations. In his view, the big black umbrella beside Sangsang's pillow … was a gift from Haotian.
The big black umbrella looked very ordinary, and nothing special could be seen except that it was very big.
However, in the dangerous battle yesterday morning, if it had not blocked the invincible flying sword and Yan Suqing's sword fingers at the most critical moment, Ning Que would have died long ago.
The process of picking up the big black umbrella was very ordinary, just like how he picked up Sangsang.
Many years ago, Ning Que walked on the official road with a little baby girl in his arms. It seemed that it was going to rain, and he happened to see an abandoned black umbrella by the roadside, so he picked it up.
When the little boy's little hand held the thick handle of the big black umbrella, nothing strange happened in this world. The dark clouds did not pour down torrential rain, the distant Min Mountain did not shake, and there was not much black smoke rising into the sky. A certain golden-armored deity broke through the clouds and said a lot of nonsense.
He did not know how to be thrifty at a young age, so he was ready to throw the black umbrella away after the rainy season because he thought it was too dirty and could not be washed in the stream. Besides, it was too heavy. It was really a bit troublesome to carry the black umbrella with the baby girl and compete with the barbarian refugees who migrated south because of the drought on the grassland for food distributed by the government.
However, it was very strange that Sangsang, who was still a thin baby girl, began to cry when she found that the umbrella was not in her arms, probably because she had slept with the big black umbrella for too long. Ning Que could not coax her no matter how hard he tried. Even the sugar water he stole did not work. He had no choice but to pick up the big black umbrella again.
Many encounters in the following years proved that Sangsang's crying and Ning Que's decision were extremely wise. In the process of hunting with the old hunter and later alone, the seemingly ordinary big black umbrella gradually revealed more and more strange things.
The greasy surface of the big black umbrella was made of some unknown material, but it was not afraid of fire, knives, and swords at all. With this strange characteristic, the big black umbrella had saved Ning Que and Sangsang several times. It was because of the umbrella that the young master and handmaiden could survive in the dangerous world of the high mountains and steep ridges.
Ning Que and Sangsang had been with the big black umbrella for many years and had long regarded it as a very important partner in their lives. That was why Sangsang had said that day at the gate of Chang 'an City, "As long as the umbrella lives, I live. If the umbrella dies, I die."
In addition to being impervious to fire and knives, the big black umbrella had many other strange things. Ning Que was very convinced of this, but he was not able to find it for the time being. He needed to explore it slowly.
The battle in the morning yesterday was like the most dangerous battles in the past decade. At the last moment of life and death, he almost instinctively gave his life to the big black umbrella behind him. It turned out that the big black umbrella did not let him down. At the same time, he also discovered another secret of the big black umbrella.
It could make the traceless flying sword lose all its power, and it could make a Sword Master unable to break through it even with his lifetime cultivation. This had gone beyond the original physical defense characteristics of the big black umbrella and entered a more wonderful state. Ning Que even faintly felt that the big black umbrella was very likely to restrain the ability of cultivators!
It could be said that the umbrella's cloth was made of some rare materials since it was impervious to swords and spears and impervious to water and fire. However, if his inference was correct, what reason could he use to explain all this?
The big black umbrella lay quietly beside Sangsang's dark face. It could neither speak nor move, just like a lifeless object. However, at this time, in Ning Que's eyes, the tightly bound oily umbrella began to gradually release a mysterious aura. The aura was a little cold, but it disappeared in an instant when Ning Que took a closer look.
In the face of mysterious things, human beings would instinctively feel fear. However, this was, after all, a cultivation world full of the Qi of Heaven and Earth with many magical legends. Ning Que himself was the person involved in the most mysterious event. In addition, he had been accompanied by the big black umbrella since childhood. He used it as a shelter, a pillow, and a shield to escape. It had long become an indispensable part of his and Sangsang's lives, so how could he have any fear?
"What … on earth are you?"
Ning Que, who had not yet recovered from his serious injury and encountered a surprise and happiness that made him dizzy, got up early and fell asleep while looking at the big black umbrella. He subconsciously held Sangsang in his arms through the thin sheet.
With a light clap, the cattail leaf fan fell to the ground.
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A dim sun hung above the silent wilderness. The environment was dark as if night was coming. The surrounding temperature was very low, and the purest and most extreme darkness was spreading from afar. It looked like it was about to occupy the entire world.
The silence of the Wilderness did not mean that there were no people here. There were many people of all kinds. These people did not look up at the sky, but looked at Ning Que. Their eyes were full of expectations, disdain, doubt, and very complicated emotions.
Ning Que knew that he had begun to dream again. It was not the dream of the sea when he was meditating. It was a continuation of the terrible dream on the journey. Although he knew that he was in a dream, he still felt cold all over, as if the eyes of these people in the Wilderness, no matter what kind of emotion they contained, hid some subtle hostility.
The darkness gradually invaded the sky above the Wilderness, and the pure night covered half of the sky. At this moment, a roar of thunder came from the Wilderness, and instantly spread to the whole world.
Many people in the Wilderness were knocked down to the ground by the roar of thunder, moaning in pain. The expressions on the faces of those who could still stand suddenly disappeared. Like lifeless statues, they looked up at the sky again, to the place where the thunder came from.
The holy light instantly lit up the whole night sky.
High up in the sky, in the center of the holy radiance, there was a gigantic golden gate that slowly opened, and a gigantic golden dragon could be vaguely seen poking its head out.
The thunder was the sound of the door opening.
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