He Mingchi was standing on the Array Eye of the God-Stunning Array. In other words, it was the Array Eye of the God-Stunning Array. That was why he felt that he could embrace the whole world if he opened his arms.
However, it only took him a short time to wake up from this feeling.
Earlier, when he had passed through the deep passageway, he should have been killed by the runes carved on the stone walls of the passageway. Other than the Emperor, who had the Great Seal, and the person in charge of the array eye, no one else could enter this place.
He Mingchi naturally had his own way to come here.
He had told Prince Li Huiyuan that no matter how powerful a weapon was, it could only be used at the right time. Now, standing in the most powerful Array Eye of the God-Stunning Array, he thought that no matter how powerful a weapon was, it could only be used if it was in the right hands.
There was only one true god in the world, Haotian. The name of the Array Eye of Chang 'an was a blasphemy to Haotian. He Mingchi thought that the only meaning of the Array Eye was to destroy it.
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It was late spring. Even the northernmost part of the Wilderness was warm. The forest was turning green and the grass was growing. However, it would only be green when summer came.
Ning Que and Sangsang had been living in the Desolate Man's tribe for a long time. In these days, apart from taking care of Sangsang, the most important thing he did was to write talismans and cultivate the Great Spirit and bladesmanship.
Behind the Desolate Man's tribe, tens of thousands of powerful Desolate Man soldiers were fighting in the south. Even the powerhouses of the Buddhism and Taoism Sects could not threaten him and Sangsang.
But Ning Que knew that the Desolate Man could not win this war. Besides, he was not used to leaving his life in the hands of the outside world. Therefore, he cultivated even harder.
The dry branch gently scratched the freshly defrosted soil, squeezing out mud and leaving a deep mark. It looked no different from writing on paper with a brush. It was the word "two".
Ning Que looked at the word quietly. He picked up the branch and wrote another word. In a short period of time, he had written at least thirty words. Each word was different and had its own meaning.
His writing became more and more illegible until the last few words seemed to be connected. However, he was still not satisfied. He felt that the connection was wrong. He did not know what was wrong, but he was sure it was wrong.
He silently looked at the strokes on the ground, his brows slightly furrowed, appearing extremely serious.
"Time to eat."
A Desolate Man woman wearing a hat and animal skin cotton-padded clothes walked behind him and whispered.
Ning Que came to his senses and followed the Desolate woman to the tent.
Coincidentally, the Desolate woman sent by the Desolate Senior Statesman to serve them was the same one he and Mo Shanshan met when they entered the Wilderness a few years ago. However, the Desolate boy who participated in the winter ceremony had already become a warrior and was not in the tribe.
The Desolate Men worshiped Yama and feared him. Therefore, they were in awe of Sangsang. At least 90% of them were absolutely afraid of her. The Desolate woman was no exception.
In particular, the dark clouds and a dozen black crows that came with Sangsang made the old, weak, women and children in the tribe even more afraid. They could often see people kowtowing to the sky and the black crows on Sangsang's tent. The Desolate woman did not even dare to return to her own tent at first. It was not until she saw it for a long time that she became a little used to it.
Today's lunch was meat soup and pancakes. There was a lot of meat in the meat soup, which was probably more than the meat in the bowls of all the women and children in the tribe. As for the pancakes, only Ning Que and Sangsang had such treatment.
The mutton soup was very stewed. The soup was milky white and exuded a natural fragrance. Ning Que scooped a bowl of soup and took two pancakes. He signaled the Desolate woman to eat the rest or share it with the neighbors. Then he walked into the tent and helped Sangsang who had just woken up. He tore the pancakes and soaked them in the soup and fed her.
Sangsang's little face was no longer as pale as it was during the escape. She returned to her usual dark complexion, but she did not get better. Instead, she became heavier and had no appetite. She shook her head and said, "No."
"Then drink a few more mouthfuls of soup."
Ning Que brought the soup bowl to her lips and carefully fed her.
Sangsang suddenly coughed. It was not because she was choking on the soup. She had been coughing very badly these days.
The coughing echoed in the tent for a long time. She looked very painful. Ning Que's lapel was full of the soup she coughed out. The milky soup mixed with the blood she coughed out turned black.
Ning Que held her in his arms and gently stroked her back. He kissed her forehead and whispered something. He seemed to be humming a song. Sangsang gradually calmed down and breathed steadily. Then she gradually fell asleep.
The fire talisman in the clay pot helped to ignite the firewood. The temperature in the tent suddenly rose, and then quickly dimmed down when it was suppressed by the cold air. It was still as cold as the underworld.
Ning Que withdrew his fingers and looked at the frost on the edge of the brazier. He was silent for a long time. Then he reached into the quilt and held Sangsang's cold little feet. He kept rubbing them.
He didn't get up until her feet were warm. He took off his coat that was stained with blood and changed his underwear that was soaked with sweat and frozen into ice by the cold air. Then he walked out of the tent.
He looked up at the dark clouds. Facing the penetrating sunlight, the frost on his eyelashes gradually melted into water.
Sangsang's illness was getting worse. Neither the Haotian Divine Light cultivated by Haotian Taoism nor the Buddha's Breath comprehended by Buddhism could suppress or pacify the cold aura.
More and more coldness seeped out of her small body. No matter if it was the strong wine or the seal fire, it was difficult for her to feel warm. The bedding and clothes were as cold as ice, and the entire tent was as cold as an icehouse.
The Desolate woman had found another tent to live in ten days ago. The field was green in spring, but the ground around his and Sangsang's tent was still frozen, like another world.
What worried Ning Que the most now was Sangsang's illness.
If there was no way to cure Sangsang's illness, it would be meaningless even if the Desolate could defeat the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army. Even if he could be invincible.
That was why he kept cultivating and learning. Part of the reason was to make himself stronger. More importantly, he wanted to find a way to eliminate the cold aura in Sangsang's body by reading the Buddha's notes. Also, because the Desolate Man had the tradition of worshiping Yama, he learned a lot about it.
In the Desolate's sacrificial ceremony, Yama's full name was Immortal Guang Ming. He always felt that he had seen it in the Buddha's notes or some Taoist Classics. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it.
Just like that, spring gradually came, spring gradually left, and summer gradually came. Sangsang's body and Ning Que's mood kept walking into the cold winter and were gradually covered by ice and snow.
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(That's all for today. I'll write a detailed outline and write three chapters tomorrow. Then I'll recommend Jin Xunzhe's new book: Doomsday Show, book number 2524045. I believe everyone is very familiar with Jin Xunzhe, so I won't boast about him here. Say something for myself. I'm very grateful to you, and I'll work hard.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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