The plain lyrics were about the ordinary affairs of men and women in the village, without any heart-wrenching tragedy. But somehow, those beautiful scenes of the past made people feel a little lost at the end.
Ning Que had always thought that sentimentality was a luxury, especially now that he was in the West-Hill Divine Palace, where his identity could be discovered at any time. So he did not let himself be immersed in this emotion for too long. He rubbed his eyes that were stung by the tactical array on the precipice, stood up from the threshold and walked out of the town.
Sangsang sat quietly in the carriage, listening to the old man's song. She was not moved at all, but her consciousness was stirred up, as if the ocean was about to rush to the earth!
Every drop of seawater in the raging waves represented extreme hatred. She hated the young man outside the carriage, even more than she hated He Mingchi!
She frowned and pursed her lips. Her willowy eyes were as bright as a sharp knife. This was the first time she felt emotional since she came to the human world, so she hated him even more.
Hatred would bring anger, and her anger was the wrath of Heaven. Once it was angry, the world would change, the rivers would flood, and the people would lose their homes. No one could resist it.
For some reason, she didn't want to kill this young man. More accurately, she didn't want to kill this young man right now. Thus, these past few nights, when she looked at the bright moon, she had been using unimaginable willpower to suppress the hatred and anger in her heart.
Only the will of Heaven could control the wrath of Heaven.
She hated him. She hated him. So she did not want to see him. She knew very well that once they met, she would hate him, and then she would not be able to suppress her will to destroy him.
However, even she did not expect that she would meet him, hear his voice, and meet him in front of the sweet potato shop after leaving the Divine Hall of Light for this town.
Looking at his face and listening to his voice, she could no longer suppress her hatred and anger. A horrible aura gushed out from her plump and tall body and rushed to the sky.
The summer sky was extremely clear, but suddenly, countless black clouds floated from thousands of miles away and covered the entire West-Hill Divine Kingdom. The sky suddenly became very dark.
The cold wind was blowing in the woods and the fields, swaying the signs, throwing debris on the streets, and the shouts of closing windows could be heard from the houses.
The scene in the West-Hill Divine Palace was even more shocking. Countless bolts of lightning formed in the black clouds like golden threads and then fell, producing countless dull thunders.
With a boom, a muffled thunder struck down from the depths of the dark clouds. Over twenty miles away, a faint flame could be seen on the Peach Mountain, and even the crackling sound of peach blossoms burning could be heard.
Fortunately, a torrential downpour soon followed, extinguishing the burning peach blossoms. On the three cliff plateaus of the West-Hill Divine Palace, countless divine priests and deacons knelt in the rain, looking at the sky in horror and praying.
She looked at Ning Que through the curtain. Deep in her emotionless and cold eyes, there were stars being destroyed, worlds being reborn, and unimaginable majestic power.
She had never really looked at Ning Que since he came to the small town. She decided to look at him for the last time when the will of destruction was about to fall on the small town.
Then she saw his eyes.
Her eyes were red and swollen like peach blossoms, as if she had just cried.
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The unusually cold wind in the summer gradually stopped, and the majestic storm gradually subsided. Then, it disappeared without a trace. The tens of thousands of miles of dark clouds that covered the West-Hill Divine Kingdom dispersed to the corners of the world.
Ning Que ran back to the sweet potato shop when it started raining. The thunderstorms in summer always came suddenly, and he had no doubt about it.
He did not even notice that there was an aura in the horse carriage that shot up to the sky. After the Headmaster of the Academy left the human world, no one could feel such a level of aura.
"Weak and incompetent human beings."
Sangsang looked at his red eyes through the curtain and said emotionlessly. Then, she continued to eat the sweet potato in her hand and did not look at him again, as if they had never met.
Ning Que looked at the carriage that was moving further and further away in the rain. He did not know why he felt a little depressed. He looked at the back wall of the carriage that was drenched by the rain and vaguely saw the back of a tall and fat woman. He frowned and said with disgust, "Why is the girl in the carriage as fat as a pig?"
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The old man said, "Gossiping behind people's backs. I don't know how your teacher taught you."
Ning Que did not answer until the horse carriage disappeared from his sight. Then he said, "She did not respond even after all this. It seems that she really did not hear it. She should be an ordinary person."
The old man put down his cup and said with emotion, "So that's what you were thinking. When did the people from the Academy become so cunning?"
Ning Que walked into the shop and took out the iron cutlass and iron arrows that he put here before entering the Divine Hall. He said to the old man with a smile, "I am not as capable as my teacher and uncle. Of course, I have to be careful."
The old man said, "Of course. When the Headmaster of the Academy came to the Peach Mountain, my father and I baked sweet potatoes for him here. He came back before they were cooked. How can you compare?"
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The West-Hill Divine Kingdom was a place favored by Haotian. The four seasons were distinct and warm, and there had never been any natural disasters. The Peach Mountain where the Divine Hall was located was even more so. Even without the Lightning-proof Tactical Array in the Divine Halls, there had been no lightning for thousands of years. That was why the thunderstorm today shocked many people. Except for the Hierarch of the Divine Hall who had vaguely guessed the truth, the rest of the divine priests and deacons all knelt on the wet cliff platform and kept praying to the sky, begging Haotian to forgive their sins.
The three cliff platforms were full of people kneeling, but still, no one could see the ordinary horse carriage slowly driving up the Peach Mountain, and no one could see Sangsang and the two girls in white walking into the Divine Hall of Light.
She stood in front of the cliff behind the Divine Hall, looking at the smallest raindrops that had turned into mist under her feet. She was silent as she thought of the man she saw in the small town.
The gate of Haotian's Divine Kingdom was destroyed. She could not go back for the time being and could only stay in the human world. It was natural for her to hate humans, especially that man.
However, only she knew that there should not be any emotional connection between Haotian and humans. There should not be love or hate. Once she started to hate humans, it meant that she began to have human emotions, just like when she looked at the table full of dishes in the capital of the Kingdom of Song and that immortal couple.
She hated this kind of hate.
She could predict everything in the world, but she could not predict her own future. Just like today in the small town, she did not know that she would meet him. But if she did not want to, how could she meet him?
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In a sense, Ning Que's eyes were pierced by the cliff array, which saved his life in front of the sweet potato shop in the small town. But he did not know it himself. After returning from the small town to the Revelation Institute, he continued to search for information, trying to find a way to break the cliff array.
He was now basically sure that the stone window between the clouds and the precipice was the legendary You Prison. It was a place the West-Hill Divine Palace used to lock up felons and traitors. For countless years, no one had been able to escape except for Sangsang's teacher, Wei Guangming.
According to the information he found in a book, the You Prison had been set up by the previous powerhouses of the Divine Hall, and one of them was the "Eye Piercing" that he had once felt.
The precipice he cared about had nothing to do with the You Prison. There was no one in the You Prison who was worth his risk to save. The place he wanted to go was above the precipice.
He wanted to go to the Divine Hall of Judgment at the top of Peach Mountain. Of course, this was only his last resort. The first place he wanted to go was the stables of the West-Hill Divine Palace, which was on the third cliff plateau.
To go up Peach Mountain, he had to go through the mountain path and three cliff plateaus. Ning Que did not think that he could go straight to the West-Hill Divine Palace with his current state. After all, he was not the Youngest Uncle or his teacher. If he really dared to do so, he believed that he would die in less than half an hour.
Therefore, he could not go the usual way, but the dead end.
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Late at night, Ning Que walked into the peach blossom forest. Even in the dark night, the thousands of peach trees in the mountain were still blooming pink and white. It was very beautiful.
The peach trees that were struck by lightning a few days ago had already been removed by the deacons of the Divine Hall. They had returned to their original state. He walked among the peach blossoms, feeling a little strange.
The peach blossoms all over the mountain were also a very terrifying tactical array, even more powerful than those on the precipice. Even a real powerhouse who had broken through the Five States would find it very difficult to pass through the peach blossoms. Therefore, the Divine Hall did not need to set up any defensive power here. But for him, it was so easy to pass through, because the peach blossoms were planted by her. Every time he thought of this, he felt that things like fate were really hard to describe.
When he came to the edge of the cliff, he did not look at the precipice, but jumped to the opposite side without hesitation.
The two precipices were dozens of feet apart. Even the most powerful cultivators would see it as a natural moat. But for the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine and the cultivators at the peak of Martial Arts, it was just a shallow ditch.
Ning Que's Great Spirit had almost reached the advanced level. Except for Third Sister Yu Lian, Tang, and the Abbey Dean before he was injured, no one else could be stronger and more powerful than him.
He did not need to run, nor did he use any strength. He bent his knees slightly, and the pond like Great Spirit in his abdomen was suddenly sent to all parts of his body. Then he rushed to the opposite precipice.
The night wind whistled and slapped his body, as if slapping a stone. In the blink of an eye, he came to the opposite precipice. His hands suddenly became soft and stuck to the precipice like cotton.
Under his feet was a bottomless abyss, surrounded by clouds and mist, which looked even more gloomy and terrifying.
The eye-catching tactical array on the precipice could not only block peeping eyes, but also the slightest fluctuation of a cultivator's Psyche Power. It was even more sensitive to the Qi of Heaven and Earth hidden in the body of the Devil's Doctrine.
In the moment before Ning Que fell to the precipice, he withdrew most of the Great Spirit back to the pond in his abdomen, and used the remaining Great Spirit to cover his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi.
To avoid triggering the tactical array on the precipice, he did not dare to use talismans. In other words, he completely relied on his own strength to climb the precipice.
He was now an ordinary person.
But even so, it was still not enough. Although he closed his eyes, the precipice seemed to think that he was looking. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and his hands that were grabbing the cliff stone suddenly loosened.
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(There were cliff-climbing in the Qing Dynasty, among the guests, and also at night. Of course, he would not fall down, because neither the bottomless abyss nor the landmine tactical array had anything to do with Ning Que.) (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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