Sangsang was a little handmaiden.
Sangsang was not an ordinary handmaiden.
She had an amazing memory. She could easily remember all the numbers she had seen since she started to count. This could be testified by the soldiers and civilians in the City of Wei.
She was very smart. This could be testified by Chen Pipi, who had walked out of the Old Brush Pen Shop several times. Chen Pipi was a genius recognized by both Haotian Taoism and Chang 'an Academy.
The reason why Sangsang often seemed a little clumsy or even dull was not that her brain was not good. In Ning Que's words, she was just a little lazy and did not want to think about many things.
Ning Que knew more about Sangsang's special features than anyone else in the world, such as her intelligence and her unique ability. However, in the past ten years, he had not thought about or touched these special features of Sangsang.
This was his instinctive choice.
Because he could not understand why he had picked up a little baby girl from a pile of corpses by the roadside of the wasteland in Hebei County. The baby girl seemed to be hiding some secrets, which made him feel a little scared.
It was not until the Great Divine Priest of Light escaped from the West-Hill and came to Chang 'an City and took Sangsang as his disciple. Sangsang became the next Great Divine Priest of Light in the West-Hill Divine Palace. Ning Que then realized that this was the mark of fate on Sangsang. This was the Lucky Chance of the little baby girl.
Fate and secrets had already appeared in front of him, so there was no more fear. He could only admit and accept it. In the past six months, Ning Que no longer avoided it. Instead, he began to train or explore Sangsang's potential in cultivation.
Today, there was a thunderstorm by the Yanming Lake.
Sangsang stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the big black umbrella. She said that she felt everything.
Two years ago, on the journey from the City of Wei to Chang 'an City, Lyu Qingchen once told Ning Que that when a cultivator first comprehended, the range of the Qi of Heaven and Earth that he could feel represented the aptitude of that cultivator. It could even predict which step he would take in the future.
Some cultivators could feel a pond, and some could feel a lake. When the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, was enlightened, he felt a big river.
What Ning Que felt was a warm ocean. However, he had never told anyone about this because even he did not believe that his cultivation potential was stronger than the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai's. In fact, the various stories that happened during his cultivation journey proved that he was wrong.
Sangsang said that she had sensed everything, but it did not mean that she was more powerful than Liu Bai. It meant something else, something that only she and Ning Que could understand.
"You're trying it now?"
Sangsang handed him the big black umbrella.
Ning Que took the big black umbrella. His palms and the umbrella handle were full of rainwater.
The Psyche Power was slowly released from his sense of perception and passed through his palm into the handle of the big black umbrella. Then, it quietly covered the oil-stained surface of the big black umbrella. It passed through the majestic rainstorm and diffused towards Yanming Lake at the bottom of the cliff.
Ning Que also felt a lot.
He sensed the lake that was jumping restlessly like boiling water after being hit by the storm. He sensed the lotus leaves in the lotus field that were rattling restlessly like drums. He sensed the frightened frogs under the lotus leaves. He sensed the small iron pots that looked like stones in the depths of the lake.
Ning Que looked up at the sky and tilted the black umbrella backward. The heavy rain immediately soaked his body.
The dark clouds in the sky rolled and squeezed. After the dark clouds, there were more dark clouds. Countless raindrops poured down from the layers of dark clouds, looking like countless old black snakes biting each other crazily.
Suddenly, an extremely thick and straight bolt of lightning crossed the entire sky from the northwest of Chang 'an City without warning. It instantly tore apart the rolling rain clouds.
The thunder came soon after and exploded above Yanming Lake.
Boom!
It was unknown whether it was the power of the thunder or something else, but the water of Yanming Lake suddenly fluctuated. Water splashed everywhere and the lotus branches shook violently, as if they would break at any time.
Ning Que looked down at the surface of the lake that was surging like a fountain. He looked at the waves and broken branches that were gradually dispersing towards the shore. He suddenly said, "Yes."
Sangsang wiped the rain off her face and did not speak.
After that terrifying bolt of lightning, the sky seemed to have officially begun to get angry. Bolts of lightning came one after another, illuminating Chang 'an City, which was originally covered in darkness by the dark clouds. The dull thunder did not show any signs of stopping. The continuous explosions did not give the people in the city any chance to breathe.
In the violent thunder, Ning Que held the black umbrella and looked at the north shore of Yanming Lake. He said something, but because the thunder was too loud and the rain was too violent, only he could hear it.
He pointed to the courtyard on the north shore and said, "Start from the courtyard."
He pointed to the shaking lake and said, "Continue in the lake."
Then he looked at Sangsang and the Yanming Peak under his feet and said, "End here."
Sangsang took the big black umbrella from him and said, "Don't let him go up the mountain."
Ning Que said after a moment of silence, "I'll try my best. If I still can't kill him in the lake and don't let him go up the mountain, then I'll go down the mountain."
Sangsang said, "What about me if you go down the mountain?"
Ning Que said, "You watch me from the mountain."
Sangsang said, "I can help you."
"You can definitely help me, but that's before I go down the mountain. And I believe that there will be many people watching that day, such as Second Brother, so you'll be safe."
After saying this, Ning Que walked down the mountain.
The heavy rain in midsummer came abruptly and left quickly without any reluctance. When Ning Que and Sangsang walked to the lake at the foot of the mountain, the rain stopped.
After the rain stopped, they returned to the boat.
Ning Que picked up the boat with one hand and poured out the accumulated rainwater in the cabin.
The boat wandered on the Yanming Lake that had calmed down again.
After the heavy rain, the air on the lake became extremely clean and fresh. The heat of midsummer was swept away, and the lake wind was filled with the sweet smell of broken green branches.
The boat sailed into a corner of the lotus field.
Here, the lotus branches were broken, the lotus flowers were broken, and the lake water was turbid. It looked very miserable.
No matter how powerful the thunder and lightning in the sky was, it could not cause such a scene.
Some traces of iron slag could be vaguely seen on the broken lotus leaves floating on the lake.
Ning Que looked at the broken lotus branches in the lake and said with a smile, "Keep the broken lotus … and listen to the thunder."
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Tuyang City was located in the northeast border of the Tang Empire. It was near Min Mountain and the Wilderness. Even in midsummer, it was extremely cool. After the summer, the rain gradually increased, but thunder was rarely heard.
There was more rain, but it didn't mean that people could dig lakes and plant lotuses like in the south. Only the General's Mansion had a lotus pond in Tuyang City. Only a few people could see the wilted lotus. Naturally, not many people in this border town would lament about the wilted lotus like the poets and scholars.
However, when the people in Tuyang City saw the broken Tang Empire cavalry in the meadow outside the city, they could not help but be shocked and even shocked to the point of speechlessness.
For many years, the Tang Empire's army had not suffered any losses. The Northeast Border Military led by General Xiahou had never lost a battle. Why was the cavalry outside the city a broken army?
In fact, this was just a misunderstanding that was not good.
The Tang Empire cavalry on the meadow outside Tuyang City did not lose the battle in the Wilderness. It was just that after a long journey, their armor was stained with dust, their horses were tired, and the people were tired. Most importantly, all of their faces were filled with numbness. The team was filled with an atmosphere of decline, so they were mistaken for a broken army.
The reason why the Tang Empire soldiers were numb was the Desolate man in the forest not far away.
The man's leather robe had long been tattered. Blood mixed with dust was smeared on the clothes that he had stolen from somewhere. He looked extremely tired and could even collapse at any time.
It was such a seriously injured man who followed the Tang Empire cavalry from the depths of the Wilderness to the outside of Tuyang City and did not collapse.
The Tang Empire cavalry looked at the man in the distance with numb expressions and even some reverence in their eyes.
In the past few days, the man had been following the Tang Empire cavalry, ready to rush into the camp and assassinate General Xiahou. He had tried seventeen times and failed seventeen times, but he still persisted.
It was not that the Tang Empire cavalry did not want to kill the man, but the man proved with his strength and perseverance that he was difficult to kill, especially when the Tang Empire soldiers did not want to pay the price of mutual destruction.
Ambushes and counter-ambushes, ambushes and encirclement, happened continuously in this long journey and then ended in silence. The man could not kill General Xiahou.
Xiahou and his invincible cavalry could not kill the man either.
It had happened too many times. All the Tang Empire cavalry, even the proudest generals, were a little numb when faced with the powerful man who was like a beggar.
The sound of hooves rang out and the vigilant cavalry parted to form a path.
Xiahou galloped over and looked at Tang on the meadow in the distance without any emotion on his face.
In the past few days, the Tang Empire cavalry had tried everything to lure and kill the powerhouse from the Devil's Doctrine. They had almost succeeded several times, but in the end, the other party had escaped. Tang also had a few opportunities to successfully get close to Xiahou and forced Xiahou to start a fierce battle with him.
Xia Hou was not fighting alone. He had countless cavalrymen as guards. So, in this continuous battle, Tang was ultimately at an absolute disadvantage.
Now Tang was seriously injured and did not have the demeanor of a powerhouse from the Devil's Doctrine. He was more like a poor beggar. However, Tang was not dead, and Tang still insisted on killing him.
Xia Hou was also seriously injured. The armor made by the Academy on his body was finally destroyed by Tang's demonic blood-red broadsword the day before yesterday.
"Behind me is Tuyang City."
Xiahou looked at Tang on the meadow in the distance and said indifferently, "You have no chance."
Tang said, "I have said that you are old."
Xiahou said, "I have also said that old and frail means nothing to you and me."
Tang said, "The problem is that your heart is old. From the moment you decided to retire, you are really old. Old is weak. If Tuyang City was a hundred miles away, you would definitely die in my hands."
Xiahou was silent and found that what Tang said was right.
"But I have Sunsoil City, and I have countless cavalrymen who are loyal to me."
Xiahou said, "And you are only one person."
Tang said, "If you could understand that fighting is ultimately a personal matter, maybe you would not have made so many mistakes and would not be as old as you are now."
In midsummer, the grass was long and the eagles were flying.
There were countless wounds on Tang's body. Blood was still dripping, falling on the grass and starting to burn.
Xiahou covered his mouth with his fist and began to cough. There was blood flowing from his fingers, like an injured eagle on the rock wall.
Eagles were generally called eagles.
However, eagles could grow old, but humans could not.
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