The obscure feeling in his body did not attract much attention from Ning Que. He even thought that the warmth came from Mo Shanshan, who was behind him. He just quietly looked at the mottled sword marks on the bluestone roof. He thought of Youngest Uncle's cool demeanor when he splashed the sword style and thought of his own helplessness as he waited for death. He felt a little ashamed and embarrassed.
It was a sad thing to wait for death in despair. People in such situations would usually remain silent. At this moment, Master Lotus did not speak. Ning Que naturally did not have the mood to speak as well. The room in the Devil's Hall became dead silent.
The absolutely quiet environment was just like what Master Lotus had viciously recalled. It was indeed scary if it lasted for a long time. There was no sound of wind or flowers. Ning Que could even faintly hear the sound of his own lungs expanding and contracting and the sound of his own hair rubbing against each other. He felt that it was very magical, but also very scary.
If he could not clearly feel Mo Shanshan's warm and soft body, he might really think that he had arrived at the Underworld.
Mo Shanshan weakly leaned on his shoulder and asked haggardly, "Are we going to die?"
Ning Que said after a moment of silence, "It seems so."
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "Why can't you comfort me?"
Ning Que coughed painfully and said in a self-deprecating manner, "If I can die a quick death, it is actually considered a comfort."
Mo Shanshan understood what he meant. It would be good if she was directly killed by Master Lotus later. But if she was like Ye Hongyu, who watched helplessly as she was eaten, that would be the greatest fear in the world.
Thinking of this, the girl's beautiful face suddenly became extremely pale. Her long and sparse eyelashes trembled slightly and her thin lips were tightly pressed into a red line. After a long silence, she looked at Ning Que's deeply furrowed brows because of his coughing and said with a slightly trembling voice, "In the palace, I said that I like your handwriting."
Ning Que did not know why the Calligraphy Addict would mention this at this time. After a slight pause, he comforted her with a smile and said, "I know that my handwriting is good. If you want to see it, I can go out and write a few thousand words for you to see."
Mo Shanshan smiled and said, "I also said that I like your Big Black Horse."
Ning Que was stunned and said with a bitter smile, "That naughty fellow is really reluctant to give it away."
"I don't want the Big Black Horse." Mo Shanshan gently bit her lower lip and said softly as if she had made up her mind, "I do like your calligraphy and the Big Black Horse, but I want to tell you something else."
"I like you."
This confession directly turned Ning Que into a block of wood. He looked at the haggard but still beautiful face close to him, and smelled the faint scent of the girl close to his nose. He was silent for a long time, thinking about how to answer.
This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had been confessed to by a man of the opposite sex. This was one of the most touching words he had heard in both lifetimes. Although it was a pity that it happened in the dark Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine and at the moment of death, it was still as pleasant as the sound of willow branches rubbing against each other by the lake. Was that the lake the Ink Lake at the foot of Mogan Mountain?
The girl on his shoulder was the best in the world in terms of temperament, appearance, and state of cultivation. Many young men secretly admired her but did not dare to say anything. In Ning Que's eyes, Mo Shanshan could not find any fault with her, except that she was easily misunderstood as aloof and cold because of her poor eyesight.
In terms of Sect, family, or political background, the Tang Empire and the Great River Kingdom had been on good terms for generations. The Headmaster of the Academy and His Majesty would definitely be happy to see this. They were a good match. In terms of hobbies, the two could be said to be like-minded. If they were really together, they could spend the long night together splashing ink and appreciating each other's works. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
The most important thing was, did he like her? Of course he liked her. A man's love was sometimes very complicated, but most of the time it was very simple. A girl like Mo Shanshan, who was worthy of being liked, should naturally be liked. So was Ning Que.
It was just that he was about to die in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, and he still had the mood to think about so many things for so long. When he came to his senses, he could not help but laugh. He always felt that something was wrong.
This feeling was very strange. Any background and worldly matters were not important before he died. Moreover, he asked himself if he really liked this girl who was as pure as ink. However, he became more and more vigilant about the strange feeling in his heart. It was as if he was about to take the crucial step before joining the Devil. Behind the great beauty was a great fear.
What was that fear? Ning Que himself did not know. He looked at the girl on his shoulder and said helplessly, "Younger Sister Shanshan, I like your temperament and appearance, including the way you do things. Logically speaking, at this time, I should not …"
Mo Shanshan's face did not have the usual shyness after a girl's confession. She only had a gentle and calm expression. She knew why Ning Que was hesitating. She knew better than this guy himself why he was hesitating. She could not help but sigh softly in her heart.
She gently leaned into his arms and murmured, "You are really muddle-headed in some aspects. I just don't want to die, and you don't know my feelings for you. I'm not in a hurry to hear any comfort from you. At this moment, anything you say doesn't count and isn't fair. I'm just telling you this. "
Ning Que wanted to refute that he was muddle-headed. However, he thought that he was indeed muddle-headed at this time.
Why couldn't he hold this girl in his arms according to his true feelings and tell her that he liked her too? Then he could make up for the regrets of his two lives before he died. What was he afraid of?
However, he felt Mo Shanshan's feelings and was touched. He softly said, "Then I know."
Mo Shanshan smiled contentedly. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned into his arms. She said, "Then this is enough."
In the dark and silent room of the Devil's Palace, in the middle of the hill of bones and corpses, a ghost-like old monk gently pressed his palm on the head of a beautiful girl who was covered in blood. It was as cold as winter. However, in the other corner of the room, a young man and a young woman who were about to meet death were gently hugging each other and whispering like small animals. It was as warm as spring.
This bloody and cruel but beautiful scene made people's hearts palpitate and move.
…
…
Beautiful feelings could not make the world truly beautiful. It seemed warm like spring, but in fact, as the night shrouded the mountain outside the Devil's Doctrine, the light in the room became darker and the temperature dropped. The weak Mo Shanshan leaned into Ning Que's arms and fainted. Ning Que, who was severely injured, also felt that the heat in his body was gradually disappearing.
He vaguely remembered the previous warmth. He instinctively raised his head and looked at the bluestones on the roof again. He suddenly found that the mottled sword marks on the stones did not disappear with the night, but began to emit a faint flame.
Youngest Uncle had killed the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine with his sword. His sword was stained with blood and then he climbed up the stone wall and finally became the ghost fire today? But Ning Que clearly remembered that ghost fire should be the remains of a rotten corpse, and it should not last for too long.
He squinted at the increasingly clear sword marks on the roof and gradually became entranced. Once again, he habitually used the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong to solve it, completely forgetting the injuries on his body and even forgetting to cough.
The mottled sword marks with a faint flame began to decompose into dense light filaments, and then began to circulate in his field of vision. It was as if he was lying on the grassland and looking at the sky full of stars above his head, beautiful and peaceful.
Suddenly, Ning Que felt a trace of warmth in his body. This time, he did not let the feeling pass, nor did he pay too much attention to it. He just carefully experienced and enjoyed it.
The sword marks on the roof flowed according to a certain pattern in his field of vision. The warmth seemed to correspond to it and began to circulate in his body, from his wrist to his neck. Wherever it passed, he felt warm and comfortable.
At this time, Ning Que was in a trance and subconsciously chased after the warmth, trying to dispel the coldness in his body. Correspondingly, his eyes also moved slowly on the sword marks, which were gradually imprinted in his sense of perception.
Those sword marks entered his eyes, entered his body, and turned into a warm airflow, passing through his wrist and many joints, entering his internal organs, and becoming some kind of substantial existence, indifferently urging him to stand up. The sword style contained in those marks was so proud. How could it allow itself to despair and surrender in the face of death?
So, Ning Que stood up.
He looked up at the sword marks on the roof quietly, as if he did not even know that he had stood up.
Mo Shanshan woke up from her coma and looked at him standing in front of her in shock and speechlessness, not knowing what had happened.
Ning Que looked up at the sword marks quietly. He did not know how long he had been looking at them. His pupils gradually became darker and darker, but they were so transparent and crystal clear, as if he had seen an endless abyss when he looked inside.
With a clang, he slowly pulled out the podao behind him.
He looked at the sword mark flying diagonally forward on the roof and took a step forward with his right foot.
He looked at the clumsy and straight short sword mark in the corner and heavily bent his left knee.
He looked at the soft and round sword mark on the opposite wall, suddenly turning around and chopping with his podao.
The blade buzzed and the air between the blade split apart, causing a strong wind to blow in the quiet room.
…
…
It was unknown when the old monk had woken up and looked over there indifferently. He had used the Practice of Taotie to suck two mouthfuls of the Tao Addict's pure flesh and blood. His cheeks had gradually filled out and the vitality in his skinny body had become extremely vigorous.
At this time, Ning Que was waving his podao in the corner of the room. He focused on the mottled sword marks on the wall and roof, waving the podao in his hand continuously. He did not notice anything else around him, as if he had entered a deep meditation.
The old monk sensed that the aura in the sword marks on the surrounding walls was gradually flowing away and then pouring into the young man's body. His indifferent eyes suddenly became fanatical and venomous. He screamed shrilly, "You are already dead. Do you want the broken sword you left behind to come back to life? "
The old monk's cheeks, which had just become a little more plump, suddenly sank. His right hand, which was like a ghost's claw, pointed at Ning Que, who was still in a daze. It looked like he wanted to kill Ning Que at the cost of his essence and blood.
Mo Shanshan was the first to react. She forcefully supported her weak body and reached behind her to hold a few hard objects tightly.
Ye Hongyu, who had been silent under the old monk's withered palm, suddenly raised her head. Her hands, which were supporting herself on the broken bones, trembled slightly. Her cold eyes were filled with a sense of self-abandonment.
…
…
(There will be an important chapter later. Please read it and give your comments.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
