The sky was clear for thousands of miles, but snow suddenly fell. This was what it meant to be ten thousand miles of snow.
Heavy snowflakes flew in the air like ashes after burning reeds. They occupied the entire sky and covered the color of the blue sky. The temperature in the city dropped sharply. The icicles on the eaves were so cold that the lake was cracking. The water in the well at the entrance of the alley began to freeze.
Ning Que stood in the wind and snow. His black Academy uniform was covered with thick snow. He was like a bridge made of snow that could break at any time due to the weight of too much snow.
In this battle, he was the bridge. Chang 'an City used his blade to attack the Abbey Dean. At this moment, the Abbey Dean's Quietus was swallowed by Tao Tie and entered Ning Que's body. Through the array eye pestle, the Quietus was magnified or concretized and covered Chang' an City.
The coldness of the snowflakes penetrated the thick Academy uniform and reached Ning Que's skin. The frost on his eyelashes and the snow on his face were so thick that he looked like Sangsang when she put on makeup for the first time.
It was so cold that all movements stopped. Ning Que, who was occupied by the Quietus, felt like he had fallen into the deepest ice cellar. He was so cold that he couldn't tremble or breathe. Even his mind was about to be frozen.
He was frozen like the well at the entrance of the alley.
At this moment, only the drop of crystal clear liquid in his abdomen was still rotating slowly, although it had become extremely slow and could stop at any time. The aura of the drop of liquid had the pride of breaking through all restraints, whether it was coldness or Quietus.
At this moment, his sense of perception had become an ocean covered with ice and snow. Only a fragment was still shining in the bottom of the muddy sea. It was unwilling and violent in the face of the coldness falling from the sky.
Ning Que's Great Spirit was inherited from Youngest Uncle, and his fragment of consciousness was inherited from Lotus. Both of them were at the peak of their era, and both of them could compete with the Abbey Dean.
At this moment, he was in the greatest danger of his life. At the moment when he was closest to death, the Great Spirit and the fragment of consciousness that had saved him countless times broke out again.
Ning Que suddenly began to tremble. The frost on his eyelashes and the snowflakes on his face were broken and then shot away like sharp arrows, revealing his true face.
A mouthful of blood spurted from his lips and dripped down.
The blood was very turbid because there were many blood ice particles that had been frozen by the low temperature.
The murky blood dripped onto his clothes and onto his left hand. The array eye pestle suddenly became hot after being splashed with the blood. The blood evaporated into steam and blew past his face.
Ning Que let out a cry, appearing to be in extreme pain. The ice armor on his black Academy uniform was shattered, like snow being brushed off a stone bridge, revealing his true appearance.
He suddenly opened his eyes. His hands trembled slightly as he exerted his strength to break through the ice and snow. Then, he let go of the saber.
He had to seize this moment of awakening.
He held the two ends of the array eye pestle with both hands and swept it horizontally in front of him in the snowstorm.
Two lines were drawn in a single sweep, two perfectly parallel lines.
The fierce talisman intent suddenly burst out in the wind and snow.
Two Horizontal Character.
Under the cover of Talisman Intent, Ning Que stepped on the ice and snow, leaped backward and rushed dozens of feet away.
The Abbey Dean had proven that he was invincible. Even though he had a city, he was still no match for him. He had almost died from a single glance. Therefore, all he wanted to do now was to leave.
The further he stayed away from the other party, the better.
On the Vermilion Bird Avenue, two fierce talisman intents appeared, like two refined sharp blades.
The Abbey Dean raised his right arm and pointed with his finger.
Know the masculinity and defend the femininity, known as the Stream of the World.
Know the black and defend the white, known as the Style of the World.
Know the glory and defend the humiliation, known as the Valley of the World.
The Abbey Dean used the Finger of the World.
The finger intent completely ignored the two talismans on the Snow Street and flew away.
Ning Que was still moving backward, and a bloody hole appeared on his knee.
He fell backward, and a bloody hole appeared on his shoulder.
After several soft sounds, seven bloody holes appeared on his body.
The Abbey Dean used seven fingers, which coincided with the Will of Heaven, to cut off humanity.
To cut off one's way of survival.
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Fresh blood flowed out and stained the white snow under Ning Que.
At this moment, he could only sit in an extremely ugly posture and had no strength to wield his blade.
The Abbey Dean said, "Ingenuity is a small skill."
Ning Que understood that the Abbey Dean was commenting on the previous battle. He had to admit that the Abbey Dean was right.
No matter if it was showing weakness or luring the enemy to get close, it was not a Great Way for a real battle.
"Your current state is still far from the real Great Way. No matter how strong your desire is, it can't make up for it, not to mention that you have taken a wrong path."
The Abbey Dean walked slowly, and the wind and snow parted him.
"I have seen your calligraphy. It is different from others. I don't like it, because you don't know how to use a clumsy brush. And that word is too heavy, so you have to use a clumsy brush."
Ning Que raised his arm with some difficulty and wiped off the blood on his chin. He said, "If there is a chance in the future, I will remember your teachings and learn how to use a clumsy brush."
"There is no future."
The Abbey Dean sensed two figures coming at a high speed in the wind and snow behind him.
He knew that they were the powerful Senior Brother and Sister from the Academy.
He didn't care.
The whole city had been frozen by him.
What could the people in the city do?
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Not far from the west of the Vermilion Bird Avenue, there was a plain or even shabby house. It was a common scene in Chang 'an. Usually, there would be an old house that had not been maintained for hundreds of years next to an official's office. Prosperity and shabbiness always coexisted, and it was hard to tell whether it was good or bad.
This street was called Sanyuanli, where the most common people in Chang 'an lived. In a woodshed in the backyard of one of the houses, a young man's angry voice was suddenly heard, accompanied by the sound of slapping the table.
"Why only a pot of hot water? Why only a pot of hot water? It's not enough. My mother's feet are frozen, so I can't take a bath. And that guy always has a black face. Who is he showing it to? "
The woman was sitting in a pile of bedding, holding a three or four years old girl. She looked at her angry son with a worried expression and said, "We have a place to live and food to eat. It's good."
The young man was wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket. Judging from his appearance, he should be a country boy.
He sat at the door of the woodshed, which was the most leaky. Aokiji's face had turned blue from the cold wind. He said angrily, "It's just an extra pot of hot water. How hard can it be?"
It was very cold today. Icicles hung on the eaves, and even the heat from the kitchen could not drift far. The young man was worried about his mother's cold feet, so he asked for hot water from the front yard. But he only brought back a pot and was scolded by the young man in the front yard. He was in a bad mood when he thought of what had happened today.
At this moment, the door of the woodshed was pushed open. A young man appeared at the door. He was wearing a tight cotton-padded jacket and looked a little relaxed and arrogant. It seemed that he had been hanging around in the streets for a long time.
The cold wind came in through the door, and the woman began to cough. But she did not care about herself. She hugged the little girl in her arms tightly and pulled the bedding over the little girl.
The country boy looked at the city boy angrily, but he clenched his fists and did not dare to make a move.
Because the city boy had two knives in his hands.
One was a chopper, and the other was a kitchen knife.
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(I finished writing this chapter in the cafe by the Broken Bridge of West Lake. I want to argue with anyone who calls me petty bourgeois. It's really not good. The tables and chairs are not good. The shoulders and neck are not good. The wind on the lake is not good. It's good that I wrote it in the afternoon. Amitabha. I'm looking forward to going home.) (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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