The Big Black Horse's thoughts did not make any sense.
Since she was Heaven, then everything she thought and did was Heaven's justice.
The Big Black Horse was too fast when he ran away. Even though it was only a short time, he had already run hundreds of feet. She put her hands behind her back and walked toward the grassland.
The Big Black Horse did not dare to try to escape anymore. He followed her dejectedly. The indigo dress was tight around her waist because she was a little fat. The Big Black Horse looked at her back with fear in his eyes.
He thought of the blue satin tied around the waist of the Calligraphy Addict in the Wilderness and could not help but feel infinite regret. He scolded Ning Que in his heart, "I told you that woman was better, but you didn't listen to me."
Returning to the original spot, she looked at the dusty black carriage and walked in after a moment of silence. She saw the old black umbrella and the iron box in the corner of the carriage.
She sat beside the iron box and reached out her fingers to slowly stroke the surface of the box. She smoothed the scattered dust. Her fingers were very steady and the dust was evenly smoothed.
Then she looked at the faintly visible Tianqi Mountain in the southeast, still silent. The Big Black Horse knew what he should do. He stepped on the grass and was ready to move forward.
Sweat oozed from his dark and smooth skin and instantly wet his dirty mane. He was annoyed and had used all his strength, but still could not move the carriage one step.
She reached out her right hand and put it on the wall of the carriage. No one knew what she did. A very faint light flashed and the talisman array on the wall of the carriage was instantly activated. The carriage began to move forward.
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A carriage could only pass through Helan City if it wanted to pass through the Tianqi Mountains. At this time, the Tang army had already retreated to the south. There were only a dozen Tang soldiers left in Helan City. It was like an empty city.
Although there were only a dozen of them, they still began to be alert and ready to fight when they saw the black carriage coming. At this time, she lifted the curtain and looked at the top of the city wall.
The city gate of Helan City, which the Golden Tribe Royal Court could not open, was slowly opened under her gaze. The black carriage entered Helan City, passed through the valley and went to the East Wilderness.
It was not until the black horse carriage disappeared from their sight that the Tang soldiers came to their senses. Their eyes were filled with confusion and shock. They clearly remembered what had happened, but they did not understand why they would open the city gate so obediently. What had happened?
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The black carriage passed through the Eastern Wilderness, passed through the border villages, entered the Yan Kingdom, and continued south. Along the way, they walked through barren mountains and wild ridges. There were hardly any signs of human habitation, but she still did not speak.
One day, the black horse carriage arrived at a small town at the border of the Yan Kingdom and the Song Kingdom. The town was very small and ordinary. There was only one narrow street, and the houses along the street were old and simple. The market was filled with the smell of rotten vegetables and chicken droppings. If one sniffed carefully, they could even smell the unique stench of salted fish.
This place was remote and had not been affected by the flames of war, but their lives were inevitably affected. Other than food, it was obvious that business was much more difficult than before. The butcher shop at the east end of the street was the only one in town. It was usually very lively during the big market, but today it was so quiet that even the flies felt bored.
The black carriage stopped in front of the butcher's shop. She stepped out of the carriage and looked at her towering breasts and tight clothes. She frowned slightly, still unable to hide her disgust towards her full and plump body.
Although business was not good, the butcher was in a good mood. He did not rely on this butcher shop to make a living. At this time, he was chopping the smoked ribs from last winter, preparing to cook them with wine later.
Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and was slightly surprised to see the girl in green walking into the butcher shop. He wondered which family this fat girl was married to and why he had never seen her before.
Then he lowered his head and continued chopping the meat. With every chop of the sharp and heavy meat knife, the grease on the knife surface would splash up, and the thick chopping board would shake non-stop.
She walked to the butcher and watched him quietly, as if she was very interested in him chopping the meat.
At first, the butcher did not have any reaction, only minding his own business.
Then, his breathing gradually became rapid, like an old man who was suffering from a serious illness. His sturdy chest kept emitting the sound of bellows, and the hand holding the hilt of the saber trembled slightly.
The fear in his eyes grew stronger, and the speed at which he chopped the meat became slower and slower. Then he began to sweat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, but he did not dare to wipe them. He could only let the sweat fall into the pile of ribs, and then be chopped into countless pieces by the meat knife, difficult to separate.
The butcher's hand trembled even more violently, and finally deviated, chopping his own finger.
With a muffled sound, countless years of grease and wood splashed from the bottom of the chopping board. With a crack, a crack appeared on the chopping board, which was nearly half the height of a person, as it was chopped open.
The momentum of the saber was endless, and the meat table was cut in two. Immediately after, an extremely deep crack appeared on the blood-soaked meat table. This crack was extremely dark, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. Only the faint sound of flowing water could be heard. It seemed to be an underground river!
This was such a terrifying knife. It clearly chopped on a finger, and did not fall on the chopping board, but it could cut the case and split the ground, and go straight to the Yellow Springs in the netherworld!
What was even more shocking was that when such a terrifying knife heavily chopped down on Butcher's finger, it actually didn't cut off his finger. Instead, it only left a shallow white mark!
What was this person's body made of? However, such a person did not even dare to look at her. Under her calm gaze, he was so terrified that he seemed to be going crazy.
The butcher looked at the ribs scattered on the floor and opened his mouth, showing his yellow teeth, as if he were about to cry or laugh at himself. Suddenly, he dropped the heavy meat knife in his hand to the ground, squatted down, and wept bitterly with his head in his arms, still not daring to look up at her.
"Are the ribs too meaty? I'll go to the palace of the Kingdom of Song later to get some Chameleon Grass to go with it. It's the best in the world for removing grease and adding flavor. It's just that I don't understand …"
The Drunkard walked in from outside the butcher's shop. When he saw the situation in the shop, the blade, and the Butcher who was crying like a kid who saw a ghost, his voice stopped abruptly.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was so dry that he could not make a sound. Only the flagon on his waist kept swaying in the cold winter wind, making a whirring sound.
He looked at the girl in indigo, and his face instantly turned extremely pale. His eyes were filled with shock, because he could not understand what he had seen, and how could this happen.
The butcher's shop was silent.
The Drunkard gradually calmed down, or at least his expression became normal. He asked with a hoarse and respectful voice, "May I ask who you are? Where do you come from? Where are you going?
For her, the last two questions were not questions, but the first one was. So she thought for a while, and looked at somewhere in the world with her hands behind her back, thinking about something in the past.
The flagon stopped swaying, and the cold winter wind began to wreak havoc.
In an instant, the Drunkard disappeared from the butcher's shop.
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The Drunkard went to the Great Dyke by the Storm Sea in the Kingdom of Song, then he went to the Lanke Temple, and then he went to a nest of water bandits in the middle of the Great Swamp. He even went to Chang 'an, and stayed in front of the Academy for a while. Finally, he chose to go to a small island deep in the South Sea, because he believed that Chen Mou would not make a mistake.
He only stayed for a short time on the small island that was filled with hot mist. In that instant, the tide rose and fell, the sun set and the moon rose, and this was repeated three times.
The Drunkard had spent three days in the blink of an eye. He was willing to pay a high price for such a marvelous power. He was willing to do anything as long as he did not die in order to avoid the enemy.
The Drunkard stood on the black reef in the morning light, and looked to the far north. No matter how far his eyesight was, he still could not see the mainland. But he did not feel sad, and instead felt relieved. At this moment, he felt that he had roughly understood Chen Mou's feelings back then.
Even if he could not step on the mainland for the rest of his life, so what?
Throughout his long life, apart from Evernight, he had only experienced this feeling of surviving a calamity when that old ox pulled a broken carriage into the small town one day.
Even those two times were not as strong and soul-stirring as this time. The Drunkard felt very lucky. He mourned for the Butcher, and wanted to drink some wine to celebrate.
He took the flagon from his waist, and was about to raise it in front of him. Suddenly, a white hand came to him through the sea wind and took the flagon away.
The hand moved so naturally and casually that he could not refuse.
She picked up the flagon and began to drink. Some of the wine spilled on her cyan dress, and then she finished it.
She threw the flagon back to the Drunkard.
The two returned to the small town.
Three days had passed, and the smell of chicken feces in the market grew stronger. But nothing changed in the butcher's shop. The Butcher no longer hugged his head and cried, nor did he dare to run away. He stood in the corner with his head down.
The Drunkard was Limitless and Limitless. He could think for three days. His state was indeed unfathomable. It could even be said that he had understood the most advanced rules of time and space in the world of Haotian.
However, she was Haotian, and this was her world. She was the rule. No matter how much the Drunkard and the Butcher understood, they were still within the rules. How could they stay away from her?
"Good wine." She looked at the Drunkard and said.
It was the first time she spoke in the human world. Her voice was flat, and it was difficult to express her emotions. But it did not sound mechanical, but rather ethereal, transparent and empty.
She only said two words, but it sounded like countless syllables at the same time. It was so complicated that it was like the most beautiful music, or more like all the sounds of nature.
Anyone who heard this voice would feel awe. The higher the state, the more they could feel the holiness in the voice, and the more they wanted to worship such a great existence.
Even the Drunkard and the Butcher felt the same.
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