Volume 6, Suddenly, Chapter 95: People are not as good as God
The bubbles on Sangsang's fingertips are perfect, but they are not perfect circles. They have undulating curves and an indescribable beauty, just like her swollen belly, which seems fragile but is extremely strong and is the very essence of space.
Her face was expressionless, but she was not indifferent but just calm, as if the two cracks on the bubble and the bulging abdomen contained things or indicated a future that was constantly changing her.
On the edge of the cold snowy sea, a Taoist in green clothes suddenly appeared on the edge of the woods. He changed the trend of the wind and the temperature in the field. He is the strongest man in the world now, with the most wisdom and far-reaching vision.
However, the amazing thing is that there was a faint light in the yurt, but he turned a blind eye.
It's not that he turned a blind eye, but he really didn't see it. He couldn't see the oil lamp, the heat rising from the snow chicken soup in the pot, and Sangsang by the window, because Sangsang didn't want him to see it.
As soon as my mind moved, I separated the yurt wooden houses by the sea from the real people.
That is Haotian's world, and even he cannot observe it.
Chen stood quietly beside the forest that had long been frozen to death, looking at the snow dancing like smoke on the surface of Atami, and looking at the footprints of animals that were gradually covered by the wind and snow, although he didn't see what he wanted to see.
But he didn't leave, because he had an intuition somewhere that the woman he was looking for so hard should be here.
Sangsang sat quietly by the window, the dim light of the oil lamp shone on her chubby cheeks, her hands fell on her swollen belly and remained motionless. She did not look at him by the forest, and did nothing, even thinking.
No.
This is the seventh time that Chen has come to the cold snow sea to look for her. Every time he comes, he gets closer to her. I wonder if the next time he comes, he will see her face and be close to her world.
The northern night in late autumn was extremely long, as if without interruption. Only at a certain moment would the sun show its face. Chen stood by the forest for a whole night. His eyes were squinted by the reddish sunlight, and he looked at the snow again.
The yurts and wooden houses around the sea confirmed that there was no trace of her and disappeared again.
In the corner of the yurt, the blue lion lying beside the fire was motionless. It was instinctively afraid of that human being, especially when it saw the silence of the hostess who came several times. It even realized how terrifying the other person was. For the whole night, it could not even breathe.
It doesn't even dare to take a breath, let alone wag its tail and beg its owner to give it a chicken leg.
Finally, the man left. Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief and stood up on all fours. He shook his head to make his slightly numb body become more lively. He was about to get close to Sangsang and behave like a good boy, but found that she still had the same behavior as last night.
In such a posture, he sat quietly by the window without moving, without thinking, as if he didn't know that Chen was gone.
Soon after the sun came out, it fell into the dark ocean again. Sangsang looked at the cold world outside the window. Until the oil lamp burned out, the green robe appeared again by the forest.
Sangsang still sat quietly.
Chen left again.
She still sat quietly like that, neither sleeping nor eating nor talking nor thinking.
There was a cold wind that did not belong to nature, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth changed slightly. A scholar wearing a cotton-padded jacket appeared by the forest, looking around as if he was looking for something.
He was covered in dust, and his face was haggard. He was extremely thin. He had not rested for a long time, and the cold snowy wind seemed likely to blow him down at any time.
Sangsang finally moved. She turned her head and moved her gaze from the sea full of smoke and snow to the forest bank, and landed on the scholar. Some very complicated emotions appeared in her indifferent eyes.
She suddenly wanted to get out of the yurt, her own world. Because she felt that the scholar was trustworthy and trustworthy, but also a little afraid and disgusted, so she did nothing in the end.
The day after the senior brother left, the drunkard finally arrived. The most powerful man who had experienced eternal night, the wine bottle beside his waist was swinging lightly in the wind and snow, as if all the wine in it had been drunk.
Sangsang didn't even look at him, nor was she as silent and cautious as when Chen appeared.
Finally they all left.
Sangsang stood up by the window, walked to the stove, looked at the pot of chicken soup that had been boiled dry, smelled the pungent smell, and was silent for a long time.
He didn't go home that night so that he could drink up the chicken soup to prevent it from spoiling.
Did you drink that pot of chicken soup in the end?
Sangsang thought of the note and gently stroked her bulging belly with her right hand. Suddenly she felt very lonely and longed for someone to accompany her. All this happened when she thought of that person.
This is her world - in this world, time is still passing, the chicken soup will be boiled away, the life in her belly is constantly growing, and she is getting weaker and weaker.
If she can't hold on to this world, that's when danger will come.
She placed the pot of battered chicken in front of the blue lion, ignoring its pitiful appearance, took out an abacus from under the table, and began to calculate the dangers she might encounter and how to solve them.
To provide a steady stream of nutrients for the little life in her belly, but also to be isolated from others, she no longer has enough energy to calculate as she did back then - she is still unbeatable at Go, and she is still invincible at the poker table.
No human genius such as Chen Pipi or Song Qian is her opponent - but she cannot calculate from the heavens. She needs to rely on human calculation tools to reason and calculate those important things.
She is the rule of this world, but after coming to the human world, she was tainted with the world of mortals, but her speed was not as fast as those three humans. This is a very dangerous thing. If you need to escape, how can you go faster?
Bang, bang, bang, the crisp sound of the abacus crashing in the dim yurt sounded like a cheerful piece of music. The green lion gnawed on the blackened chicken bones and waggled its tail with excitement.
Sang Sang's right hand moved at high speed on the abacus, bringing out one after another afterimage. Her expression was focused and calm. The perfect bubble appeared again in her left hand. More than ten light spots appeared on the tight and smooth surface of the bubble.
, if compared with the map of the human world, those light spots are Helan City, Chang'an, Xiling, Song Dynasty, Lanke Temple, the depths of the Western Wilderness...the beginning or end of those space passages.
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The last autumn rain fell, the Central Plains was extremely cold, and the war on earth finally entered its final stage.
The Tang Dynasty reorganized its navy, and tens of thousands of troops raced straight into the Southern Jin Dynasty. Ning Que beheaded the king and killed his ministers.
Opened the door.
The army of the Great River Kingdom also crossed the surging Yellow River and headed north. The divine chariot and the royal chariot led tens of thousands of the people of the Great River, doing something that no one in their generation had dared to think of, marching towards the Xiling Divine Kingdom.
The Tang army has entered the border of Xiling Divine Kingdom, which is less than two hundred miles away from Taoshan. The Judgment Divine Chariot has arrived at Muyu Town in the south, which is only three hundred miles away from Taoshan.
The temple cavalry has set up several lines of defense around Taoshan, but everyone knows the current situation - the temple is in danger.
On the terrace of the white temple at the top of Taoshan Mountain, Xiong Chumo looked at the world under the mountain shrouded in autumn rain. His withered and thin cheeks showed a confused emotion. He didn't know what else he could do. It seemed that at the last moment, he should start summing up.
At this moment, he didn't know how to sum up his life.
Where is the Master? What is he doing? Why has Haotian never responded to the prayers of devout believers? Why is it that the blasphemers are winning one victory after another, but no one is sent from heaven? What is all this about?
What's wrong? Is the Taoist sect that has ruled this world for countless years really going to be destroyed?
Xiong Chumo was furious because of despair. The most filthy words and the most vicious curses burst out from his lips, resounding like thunder throughout Peach Mountain. Those words were all for the viewer - but even though they had already
At this moment, he still did not dare to say the name of the viewer, which seemed extremely pitiful.
A mountain breeze blows, blowing the continuous mist-like rain a little thinner, revealing the small town in the distance under the mountain. In the autumn wind and rain, the small town is still as quiet as the sky, unaffected by anything.
Looking at the small town, Xiong Chumo gradually calmed down. Even if the viewer did not come back, as long as that person was there, Tang Guohe Academy could not get close to Taoshan. So what should we worry about?
There are still many things to worry about.
Xiong Chumo looked at the distant mountains in the autumn rain, as if he had already seen Xu Shi's commanding flag and the Tang Army's Xuanjia heavy cavalry that everyone feared, and felt that the weight on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.
"Long Qing still refuses to come back with the remaining people. What is he doing? Does he really want to disobey the order? Besides, what is he doing in Yan country? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que?"
Xiong Chumo roared angrily.
The middle-aged Taoist stood beside him and said calmly: "If he can really drag Ning Que to the Yan Kingdom, it will be a great contribution to the temple."
Xiong Chumo sneered: "That depends on whether he has the ability."
The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "If he can't do it, then probably no one else can."
Xiong Chumo frowned slightly and turned to look at him. He did not expect that he had such a high opinion of Long Qing. He carefully considered his words and said: "Hengmu... was killed by Ning Que. Long Qing has not passed the fifth realm yet, so how can he be his?"
opponent?"
"Back then in Guanli, I watched Long Qing rise from the abyss... If Hengmu fought with Long Qing, only Hengmu would die. Who is stronger and who is weaker, Long Qing or Ning Que, and who can win the final victory in this contest?
, others are no longer qualified to judge, so we can only let them fight again in the end."
The middle-aged Taoist said calmly that he has always played the role of a bystander in the Taoist sect. He knows more things than many people think, so he is calmer and calmer.
Xiong Chumo was silent for a moment and said: "When the enemy forces are approaching, the Taoist sect always needs to do something."
The middle-aged Taoist followed his gaze towards the small town in Qiu Yuli and said, "I will go and have a look."