Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 107 By the Pool (Part 2)
In fact, Ning Que saw the temple master only a few times, and they were all in Chang'an City. Now that he thinks about it, every time he met, it seemed that every time he met, it was accompanied by wind and snow, which was extremely cold from the outside to the inside.
In the past, the temple owner's green clothes were not stained by dust, let alone snow and frost, and he looked as if he were a fairy. However, at this time, the temple owner's body is covered with dust, his face is weathered, and he is a little tired. He is an ordinary person.
He searched for Sangsang in the world for many days, in many places, traveling thousands of miles in the distance-free state, which consumed a lot of energy, but he was still one step too late - the natal connection between Ning Que and Sangsang was stronger than the strongest in the world.
He looked across the cold pool, at the dry yellow old grass under the snow. There was no expression on his face, and there was no slight emotion in his mind, because there was nothing there.
But he always felt that there was something there, just like the feeling he had in the past days when he passed by the deserted tribe in the cold snowy sea and looked at the small wooden house, so he did not leave.
The mountains abandoned by Haotian became colder and colder in the wind and snow. The viewer stood quietly by the pond, his expression became calmer and calmer, as if invisible water was flowing through, washing away all the dust, and the grimace on his face
The color of the wind and frost became lighter and lighter, until finally it disappeared without a trace, and the snow flakes on the green clothes also melted and disappeared.
A quiet and pure breath spread out from his body, came to his feet, melted the snow, turned the old grass green, spread into the pond, melted the ice surface, created ripples, and the feeling of spring gradually appeared.
The spring breeze greened the bank of the cold pond and reached the other bank in an instant.
Sangsang looked at him quietly, placing her fingers gently on the ground, and the breath of life flowed into the earth like a trickle. The spring outside and the spring inside blended together, making it difficult to distinguish each other.
Without each other, there are no boundaries and cannot be seen.
When dusk came, the viewer left the pond. He left behind a residual aura of a space passage and disappeared without a trace.
Ning Que confirmed that he had not discovered Sangsang and himself. He felt a little relieved, but there was no joy on his face, because this was only a temporary matter. No one knew how long this situation could last.
"Can we leave now?"
He looked at the majestic Helan City in the mountains in the distance and asked.
Sangsang remained silent.
Ning Que understood what she meant. The viewer might have gone to the South China Sea at this time, or he might be looking at the earth from the top of the snow peak. If she opened her own world, he would easily find her.
The abacus rested on her knees. She could no longer calculate the location of the viewer.
She was becoming weaker and weaker, or more and more like an ordinary woman. This fact made her silent, made her helpless, and made her even more angry.
She grabbed Ning Que's hand and bit it hard, like a stimulated female animal.
Ning Que looked at the blood overflowing from the corners of her lips. It hurt, but he didn't cry out in pain. His eyes were full of doting and sympathy.
As night fell, the wind and snow in the mountains suddenly stopped, and the wind came from the sea in the southeast. The thick clouds in the sky blew away a large gap, and hundreds of stars appeared in front of us, and there was also a moon.
Ning Que held Sangsang in his arms, leaning against the soft and warm animal skin, staring at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky in a daze.
Sangsang said: "I want to have sex."
Ning Que was slightly startled. He looked down at the calm expression on her face and realized that she was not telling a joke. Of course, if she was really telling a joke, this matter would be too funny.
He said: "What are you thinking about? Go to sleep first."
Sangsang said: "I want to sleep with you."
Ning Que was stunned and said, "Are you sleepy?"
Sangsang said: "I want to sleep with you."
Her mood is very calm, even a little indifferent. She is not so serious, but extremely serious.
Ning Que hugged her, smelled her scent, and kissed her face.
After a while.
He suddenly said: "Can you stop looking?"
Sangsang looked at a certain place without blinking and said, "Why?"
Ning Que said: "What does this mean? People are doing it, but God is watching?"
Sangsang looked up at him and said, "That's interesting."
"It's interesting how big you are."
"This is boring."
"Okay, let me say...even if I have to watch it, can you bring some emotion to it?"
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When he woke up in the morning, Ning Que was not in a good mood, because he always felt that Sang Sang's mood was a bit weird, as if he was saying goodbye to himself - they had just reunited, is she going to run away again?
After thinking about it, he always felt that something was wrong, and his expression gradually became solemn. He looked at the grassland opposite the cold pool where spring had first appeared yesterday and was frozen by the cold wind overnight, and he was extremely vigilant.
What happened next gave him another possible answer, but it couldn't make him feel any lighter. Instead, he felt even heavier, because Sangsang seemed to be about to give birth.
He has experience in many things, but he has no experience in this matter. Sangsang once knew everything and was omnipotent, but he was very helpless about this matter.
There was silence in the wooden house. Sangsang held her swollen abdomen and felt the movement coming from inside. Her eyebrows were furrowed tightly and her face was a little pale. The labor pain had not started yet, but it was about to start.
Giving birth was very troublesome, and what was even more troublesome was that Sangsang's state of mind was greatly disturbed and it was difficult to maintain her own world. There were gossamers floating in the air outside the window, and Ning Que knew they were cracks.
If this world is made smaller, or if there are less substances in this world, with Sangsang's ability, it may be able to sustain it for a longer period of time.
Ning Que looked at the looming cracks in space outside the window, and understood why he felt separation was so close when he woke up in the morning. After a moment of silence, he led the big black horse out of the wooden house.
There was no clear and crackling sound, only a gust of cold wind. He returned to the real world and stood on the edge of the real cold pool. Looking back, there was no road or house.
He decided to leave here, as far away from Hantan as possible, and as far away from her as possible. He understood some of what Long Qing said before that battle, and it turned out that his search was not a good thing for her.
But just as he was about to leave, someone came.
The man returned to the pond.
"Where is she?"
The viewer looked at him and asked, his expression calm, neither impatient nor angry, as if everything was under control, just like the water plants in the water, the shadows in the pool, and God's will in his mind.
Ning Que didn't answer his question, so he drew out his iron sword and slashed towards the opposite side of the cold pool.
One cut is thousands of cuts.
The blade of the knife broke through the air and turned into countless afterimages. Each knife shadow was a stroke, and two strokes were a word. His iron knife instantly wrote thousands of words on the bank of the cold pool.
Thousands of "乂" characters.
His face was as pale as paper, and all his thoughts in the sea of consciousness were gone.
Countless fierce talismans enveloped the cold pool.
Under the viewer's feet, there are several green grasses stretching their waists, quietly breaking into countless pieces.
The cold trees beside the pond turned into countless fragments silently.
The world beside the cold pool is a painting.
Ning Que cut the painting into countless pieces.
The viewer is the person in the painting, how can he be at peace with himself?
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(This chapter mainly contains six words: "People are doing it, God is watching." A friend on Weibo said: When asking a girlfriend to have sex, one sentence always comes to mind: People are doing it, and God is watching. (WB@
Zach). When I saw it, I thought of what Ning Que and Sang Sang were doing. What was that? I had written about heaven and man fighting and heaven and man uniting, but I always wanted her to see that when man was doing it, heaven was doing it.
Watching it, so cool...
...It was originally a long and detailed description, but everyone is aware of the recent situation, so I have simplified it and kept its meaning. It is inevitable that I have some regrets. I have always regarded myself as a rural novelist. Many years ago, Fan Xian
I wrote the chapter with Doudou very carefully. I wanted to use other methods to write it carefully again. It’s a pity. These last chapters must be written carefully. See you tomorrow.)