When Ning Que woke up, he found himself lying on a cold and hard stone bed. Other than the fence, the walls, the table, and the chairs were also made of stone. He felt that the layout of the room was somewhat familiar. Only when he saw the extremely small stone window did he remember that this should be the You Prison in the precipice of Peach Mountain. He had once looked inside through the stone window. Now that Chen Pipi had escaped, he was the prisoner.
Through his Perception, he was sure that his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow had been locked by Sangsang with some incomprehensible method. He was now weaker than an ordinary person and had no chance of escaping. So he stopped looking at the thin wooden fence and stared at the narrow sky outside the window in silence.
He was very tired and his mind was on the verge of collapse. What he needed most was rest, but he could not sleep. Although his body looked fine, the pain of being sliced into pieces in the Divine Hall of Light was still clearly lingering in his body.
His arms were placed on the stone bed and he did not dare to move. Even so, he was still trembling in pain. His back that was in contact with the stone bed was even more painful as if it was being burned.
He could not rest because of the pain, so he had to use his time to think. Unfortunately, the result of thinking did not comfort him at all.
In the Academy's plan, he should first defeat or control Sangsang, and then bring her out of the Divine Halls of West-Hill and back to Chang 'an. Because only she could truly repair the God-stunning Array.
Before coming to the Peach Mountain, he knew that the battle with Haotian would be very difficult. But he did not expect it to be so difficult and painful that he could not even complete the first step.
This did not mean that the Academy's plan was wrong. The grand Tianqi in the front yard of the Peach Mountain had proved that only Ning Que had a chance to defeat Haotian in the human world.
The problem was that no one had any experience in the war between Heaven and Man. Ning Que and his Senior Brothers and Sisters had planned for several months in the Academy and deduced all kinds of details. However, they did not expect that the level difference between Haotian and human beings was so great that they could not even control the natal connection.
Fortunately, the Academy did not fail. As long as Ning Que was still alive, there would be a chance to win. The battle between Heaven and Man had entered a period of strategic stalemate. It depended on who could find a way to break the stalemate first.
Ning Que did not know how long he had been in a coma and what had happened in the outside world during this period. After making sure that no one would come to interrogate him, he closed his eyes and began to recall what had happened that night in the Divine Hall of Light. He did not miss any details of those bloody and cruel scenes.
That night, he had suffered inhuman torture. Even thinking about it made him feel cold, but he still insisted on remembering, not because he was masochistic, but because he wanted to learn.
The invisible blades that Sangsang had landed on his body were the most basic use of space laws. Every time she injured him, it was actually a precious lesson.
The Divine Talismans that Ning Que had mastered, whether it was the Two Talisman or the Yi Talisman, were all related to space. He did not want to miss the opportunity to learn the rules of space from Haotian.
His body still felt the lingering pain from the cuts, and his consciousness was still a little hazy. However, he closed his eyes and began to recall and learn. He never let go of any opportunity to learn. He could find the possibility to improve himself through failure and pain. This was what made him truly strong.
He closed his eyes and kept recalling the feeling at that time. He recalled the rules of space cutting that he had memorized with his flesh and blood and pain. His fingers trembled slightly on the stone bed. It seemed to be an unconscious tremble, but in fact, he was constantly writing the Talisman.
Ning Que lay on the stone bed for a long time. The sky outside the stone window darkened. Along the way, someone brought him clean water and simple food. But other than that, nothing else happened.
A wet sound came from his stomach and woke him up from his thoughts. He looked at the quiet cell and reconstructed it in his consciousness again. He confirmed that the power of his Two Talisman and Yi Talisman had increased. His eyes brightened slightly and the corners of his lips curled up into a satisfied smile. He thought that suffering was not entirely without its benefits.
He sat up with difficulty and stood up with the help of the stone bed. It was just a simple movement, but he felt as if his flesh was about to split again. The pain made his legs wobble.
He walked to the stone table and began to eat in silence. He did not know how long the war would last. First, he had to ensure that he could survive, and he had to have the strength to live.
Even if it was just fantasizing, it still required strength.
The rice in the bowl was white, with vegetables and tofu on top. There was no oil on it, but he did not find it disgusting. He chewed it slowly, as if it was the best meal his teacher had brought him to eat.
A bowl full of food entered his stomach. He was no longer hungry, and his energy was restored. He even felt that the residual pain in his body had become much lighter.
Of course, he had to drink some water after a meal. Ning Que picked up the bowl of water and raised it to his lips. When he was about to drink, he suddenly thought of something and his face suddenly turned pale.
The pain came again, and it was even more intense than before.
With slightly trembling hands, he slowly put the bowl back on the stone table. He stood up with difficulty and moved to the toilet in the corner of the cell.
The toilet was very clean, with only a shallow layer of water, like a mirror.
He stood in front of the toilet and looked at the haggard face reflected in the water. He was silent for a long time.
He did not untie his belt to urinate. He did nothing. He just stood there for a long time. Then he moved back to the stone bed with difficulty and sat down slowly.
The moment his buttocks came into contact with the ice-cold stone bed, his face suddenly became a little twisted. The extreme pain that gushed out from between his legs almost made him faint.
He gasped in pain. After a long time, he finally got used to the pain and became a little calmer. But his chest was still moving up and down because of fear and anger.
He did not need to untie his belt to know what had happened to his body. He looked down at his legs and said with some confusion.
Somewhat perplexed, he asked, "Can it grow back?"
After a short pause, he said in a serious tone, "They have to grow back."
Spilled water could not be collected, broken hair could not be continued, broken mirror could not be mended. In the end, it was just difficult, not impossible. It was just that the one who decided this matter was not him, but her in the Light Palace.
After a long time of silence, he suddenly felt that it was very funny, so he laughed. But after a while, the smile on his face became very sad, because it was really not funny.
In the Divine Hall of Light, she did not have human emotions, nor did she have any pity for him, because she was Haotian, not Sangsang. Only the pain between his legs made him believe that he still had a chance to win, but this chance was so painful, so unbearable, so miserable. No man was willing to pay such a price.
Since he had paid such a heavy price, he had to get something in return.
Ning Que looked at the night outside the stone window and recalled the pain at that time. Light gradually appeared in his sense of perception, and the talisman in his imagination had some indescribable sacred beauty.
For his cultivation, this was a critical time. If he could understand Haotian's use of the basic rules of space, he could take a big step forward on the road of writing the "human" Talisman.
Since Haotian had cut off his humanity, he could only write it himself.
At this moment, fog suddenly poured in through the stone window.
Ning Que's pupils shrank. He had once visited the Secluded Pavilion at night and knew that the fog between the cliffs contained the unreconciled resentment of countless powerhouses in the West-Hill Divine Palace. Even in his heyday, he could not resist it and had to rely on the moonlight. Not to mention that his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi were locked and he had become a useless person.
The harm caused by the fog was secondary. The key was that he was meditating on Talisman Taoism. If he missed this opportunity, no one knew when the next opportunity would appear.
Of course, he knew that this must be what she had done after sensing the change in the Secluded Pavilion. Otherwise, the fog could not have entered the cell.
"You have already done this to me. What else do you want?"
Ning Que looked in the direction of the Divine Hall of Light at the peak and shouted angrily, "If you dare to touch me again, I will die in front of you! I will drag you down with me! "
At the same time, he pointed his middle finger at the peak.
He knew that Sangsang understood what this middle finger meant.
He only had his middle finger left now.
But he forgot that Sangsang's understanding of him was not limited to this. She also knew that he would not die until the last moment. At least, one finger was not enough for him to commit suicide.
So the wind blew in the cell and the fog dispersed. Ning Que's middle finger was cut off.
Then, countless thin red lines appeared on his body. The cruel and bloody scene of being dismembered was played again. Ning Que could only smile bitterly to express his helplessness.
The indescribable pain continued to torment him. Deep into the night, his consciousness gradually dissipated. Even the last bit of clarity was covered in mist and became blurry.
Haotian's will was so strong that it could not be rejected. He was falling into the abyss of surrender. He did not know if it was because of his instinct to avoid it or because of the pain, he had a dream.
In the dream, he was sleeping with Sangsang in his arms. He touched her white lotus-like feet and her soft and smooth body. The wetness on his fingertips became thicker and thicker.
In the cell, he tossed and turned on the stone bed. He was in so much pain that he could not fall asleep, but he could not wake up from this dream. His fingers hanging on the edge of the bed were full of blood.
On the peak of Peach Mountain, thousands of feet above the Secluded Pavilion, Sangsang also had a dream in the Divine Hall of Light. It was a beautiful but annoying dream. She was very angry in the dream.
In the Divine Hall, she tossed and turned on the ground with her eyes closed. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her thighs tightened, and her breath became heavy. The flowery green dress on her seemed to be torn apart at any time.
Ning Que was still in pain in the dream. He felt that he could not hold on any longer.
He crawled up from under her and saw her face. It was not that indifferent face, but that youthful face. It was a little dark, and it was very familiar.
She opened her bright willow-shaped eyes and looked at him curiously.
He suddenly became very calm and forgot the pain on his body. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips. Kiss it, and live.
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(The title of this chapter was also going to be: Kiss it, and live. It would be good if the lyrics were changed … It's time to break the stalemate.) (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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