The Abbey Dean stared at the two marks formed by the wind and snow on the street in front of him.
The cold wind blew gently, and the snow attached to the two marks peeled off and flew away, leaving only the marks. These two marks were transparent and formless, but they had their own sharpness, like two knives.
The two marks spread to the side of the street and covered the entire Vermilion Bird Avenue. The meadows and woods felt it and fell down, as if to show their submission and fear.
Ning Que was writing by the lake. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in Chang 'an condensed into two invisible marks. They cut the Heaven and Earth like knives and blocked the snowy street like fences.
The two marks did not stay still. They moved to the south slowly. The trees on the side of the street collapsed and the snow was blown away. The black ground was exposed and deep gullies appeared on the ground.
This was the power of the Divine Talisman and the God-stunning Array. The two marks appeared on the Vermilion Bird Avenue and blocked the gap of the God-stunning Array, mending the crack on the iron curtain.
The Abbey Dean could not deal with the word floating in the snow, even if he was in the Distanceless State. The two marks could cut the Heaven and Earth and the interlayer of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Therefore, the Abbey Dean chose to retreat. He retreated thousands of feet. In a moment, he flew from the north of the city to the middle of the Vermilion Bird Avenue and to the front of the Vermilion Bird.
The Vermilion Bird suddenly opened its bright eyes. The lines of wings carved on the stone ground trembled violently, as if it was about to fly, like an eager fledgling.
"Being eager is stupid after all."
The Abbey Dean's right foot landed on the Vermilion Bird's wing.
The air on the street was messy and the snow and dust were scattered.
With a whine, the Vermilion Bird stopped flying.
The Abbey Dean looked up at the other end of the street and squinted.
The street was silent. No one was in sight.
The simple word came slowly in the wind and snow.
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A piece of snow fell on Ning Que's hand and melted into water. It flowed down and wet his sleeve. It was not because of his high body temperature, but because the array eye pestle in his hand was slightly heating up.
He held the array eye pestle and looked at the lake in front of him. He could see Chang 'an and sense every street and every change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the city.
The word had flown away, but it was still in his mind. He clearly saw the word appear on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, subdued the Winter Forest, and forced the arrogant Abbey Dean to retreat.
Mo Shanshan came down from the city wall and came to the Yanming Lake. She stood quietly behind him. Her white cotton dress was stained with blood. She was hurt when the Abbey Dean broke the Stone Array Tactics.
She did not see the two knife marks, but as a talented Divine Talisman Master, she could feel the talisman aura on the snow lake. At this moment, she remembered the two sword marks on the moss-covered stones at the bottom of Daming Lake with Ning Que. She was so excited that her eyelashes fluttered.
The Stone Array Tactics in front of the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine had been broken by Mr. Ke with two sword scars. The two slashes that Ning Que had made earlier were very similar to the two sword scars, but in fact, they were completely different.
Ning Que slashed at the snowy sky. He was not using his blade to cut off all the obstacles in front of him, but to write words with his blade. He and Mo Shanshan were now Divine Talisman Masters, so the words he wrote were Divine Talismans.
He only knew one Talisman, the "Two" Talisman.
The Academy had been waiting for the Abbey Dean in Chang 'an for seven days, so he had been thinking hard for seven days. Last night when it was snowing, he had written countless words on the snow. Finally, he had learned another word in the morning.
That word was also very simple, like a transformation of two characters — two horizontal lines separated and scattered, and then casually put together like firewood to form a brand new word — the shape of this word was different from the sword mark left by Youngest Uncle on the stone at the bottom of Daming Lake. In contrast, it was more direct and tougher.
Ning Que did not know if it was the word he had been looking for, or if it was the word his Master Yan Se had been looking for all his life. But he liked it.
Because it was called "Yi". It meant to govern, stabilize, and cut grass.
The word looked like a cross. If it appeared on the Academy's test paper, it meant a mistake. If it appeared on a road sign, it meant that no one was allowed to pass.
The word was very suitable for the Abbey Dean, who was walking like an immortal in Chang 'an. Because Ning Que wanted to stabilize the city. He wanted to stop the Abbey Dean from passing. He even wanted to cut off his enemy's head like cutting grass.
The most suitable was the best. When the Talisman of "Yi" floated up from the bottom of the black ocean in Ning Que's mind, he even thought that he had been blessed by his Master from Heaven.
A Divine Talisman was not enough to resist the invincible Abbey Dean. Otherwise, the Vermilion Bird would not have cried. But Ning Que now had the entire Chang 'an. He could mobilize almost infinite Qi of Heaven and Earth. This meant that he could cut out a Divine Talisman with his blade. As long as his arm was not numb, he could cut out countless Divine Talismans.
Those Divine Talismans were like countless needles and threads. They sewed up the crack of the God-stunning Array and blocked the Abbey Dean on the Snow Street. They might even trap him in the Divine Talismans.
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Ning Que suddenly walked into the snow lake. In his perception, the Abbey Dean was the most dazzling light. But at this moment, the light had disappeared. He did not know where it had gone.
He had the God-stunning Array and could observe everything in Chang 'an accurately. Through the battle in the morning, he was sure that the Abbey Dean could enter the Limitless State in Chang' an and teleport within a specific range. But he could not directly use the Limitless State to pass through the entire Chang 'an.
Chang 'an, which was left to the human world by the Headmaster of the Academy, had been torn apart by Haotian Taoism after a thousand years. But the use of the Qi of Heaven and Earth was still beyond the scope of the human world. If the Abbey Dean used the Limitless State to teleport a long distance in the array, he would risk being torn apart by the turbulence of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Ning Que believed in his Master and the city. So he was sure that the Abbey Dean could not really disappear. The Abbey Dean should still be around the Vermilion Bird Avenue, looking for a loophole in the God-stunning Array.
He thought of a possibility.
If his Talisman of "Yi" was a needle and thread that could mend Chang 'an, then it would leave needle holes. Ordinary cultivators could not see these needle holes, let alone use them.
But the Abbey Dean was not an ordinary person.
The Abbey Dean was a painter who could draw in the needle holes.
So he walked into the snow lake to get closer to the Vermilion Bird Avenue. He had to continue writing talismans and sewing them tightly to keep the Abbey Dean where he was.
But there was a problem.
Ning Que stopped and turned to look at Mo Shanshan. He asked, "Where should we cut next? Or where should we write the next character? "
This was a very important question.
It was ridiculous that he could not even figure this out at such a critical moment.
Mo Shanshan did not laugh. She held the other end of the array eye pestle that Ning Que handed over. Feeling the warmth from her palm, a completely different world appeared in front of her.
It was the God-stunning Array, and also Chang 'an.
It was not the real Chang 'an. Or rather, this was the real Chang' an.
Mo Shanshan took out her glasses and put them on the bridge of her nose. She looked at the snow lake and the Chang 'an in front of her. After thinking for a while, she said tentatively, "I think it should be here."
She pointed to a lotus on the snow lake.
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(Although it is not much, I am still writing, which means I am still alive. It will not be like this in March. I will definitely write more in April. Of course, all this is based on the premise that I am fine.) (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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