Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 46: The Never-Gone Winter
Under He Mingchi's feet were the eyes of the God-Shocking Formation, or under his feet was the God-Shocking Formation, so he felt that as long as he opened his arms, he could embrace the whole world.
However, it took only a short time for him to wake up from this emotion.
When he passed the deep passage before, he should have been killed by the runes carved on the stone wall of the passage, because no one except the Emperor Majesty who was holding the national seal and the formation holder who had the formation eye hinges could enter here.
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He Mingchi was able to come here naturally, he had his own way.
He had previously told Prince Li Huiyuan that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs to be used at the right moment to play a role. At this time, standing in the most powerful shocking formation in the world, he silently thought that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs to be.
Only by mastering the right person can the true meaning be produced.
There is only the only true god Haotian in the world. The large formation in Chang'an City is called Jingshen, which is a blasphemy against Haotian. He Mingchi believes that the only meaning of this large formation is that it should be destroyed.
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The spring is getting deeper, and even in the extreme north of the wasteland, there is finally warmth. The forests are getting greener and the grass is growing. However, only when midsummer arrives will there be a green scene.
Ning Que and Sangsang have lived in the deserted tribe for a long time. During these days, in addition to taking care of Sangsang's illness, the most important thing he does is to keep writing and writing talismans, practice Haoranqi and
Sword technique.
Deep in the back of the Wilderness Tribe, tens of thousands of powerful Wilderness warriors were fighting in the south. Even the strong men from the Buddhist and Taoist sects could not come here to threaten him and Sangsang.
But Ning Que knew that the deserted people would not be able to win this war. Moreover, he was never used to placing his life and death on the outside world, so he practiced and studied harder.
The dead branches gently stroked through the soil that had just been decondensed, squeezed out the mud chips, leaving deep marks. It looked not much different from the one written on the paper by a brush. It was the same word.
Ning Que looked at the word quietly, picked up the branch and wrote another two words. In a very short time, he wrote at least thirty or more two words, each of which was different and meaningful.
His writing became more and more sloppy, until the last few two-word two-word horizontal lines seemed to be connected, but he was still not satisfied. He felt that the connection between the two horizontal lines was wrong. Although he didn't know what was wrong, it was definitely wrong.
He looked at the strokes on the mud in silence, frowned slightly, and seemed extremely serious.
"It's time to eat."
A deserted woman wearing a hat and a lint suit walked behind him and called in a low voice.
Ning Que woke up and followed the deserted woman toward the tent.
It's a coincidence, but unfortunately, the Wilderness Woman who sent him and Sangsang to serve him. It was the Wilderness Woman he and Moshan Mountain saw a few years ago when they entered the Wilderness. It was just that year
The little boy from the desert who participated in the winter ceremony has long become a warrior and is not in the tribe.
The deserted people worshiped the King of the Ming, but were afraid of the King of the Ming, so they were very awe of Sangsang. At least nine out of them were absolute fear, and the deserted woman was no exception.
Especially the dark clouds and more than a dozen black crows that came with Sangsang made the elderly, weak and women and children who were left behind in the tribe even more frightened. People can often see people kowtowing to the sky and the black crows on the tent where Sangsang is located.
The woman from the desert didn't even dare to go back to her tent at first, and she didn't get used to it after watching it for a long time.
Today's lunch is broth and noodle cake. There is a lot of meat in the broth, but it's probably more than the meat in all the women and children's bowls in the tribe. As for the noodle cake, only Ning Que and Sangsang have it.
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The mutton soup was stewed very thoroughly, and the soup was milky white and exuded a natural fragrance. Ning Que served a bowl of soup, took two cakes, and signaled the woman to eat the rest or divide the leftovers for her neighbors, and then walked in
Inside the tent, he helped Sangsang up who had just woken up, tear him up and soaked him into the soup, and fed her a few bites.
Sangsang's little face was no longer as pale as it was on the journey to escape, and returned to her previous dark complexion, but her illness did not heal, but instead became heavier and had no appetite. She shook her head and said, "I won't eat anymore."
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"Then take a few more sips of the soup."
Ning Que brought the soup bowl to her lips and carefully fed her the soup.
Sangsang suddenly started coughing, not because she was choking by the soup, but she coughed very badly these days.
The cough echoed in the tent, and it had not stopped for a long time. Her expression seemed very painful. Ning Que's clothes were filled with the soup she coughed out. The milky white soup mixed with the blood she coughed, and turned black.
Ning Que hugged her in his arms, gently stroked her back, kissed her forehead, and whispered, as if he was humming some song. Sangsang gradually calmed down, gasped slightly, and then gradually
Go to sleep.
The fire talisman in the mud pottery helped burn firewood. The temperature in the tent suddenly increased, and then it was pressed by the cold air and quickly became dim again, still as cold as the underworld.
Ning Que took back Shi Fu's fingers, looked at the cold frost on the edge of the brazier, and was silent for a long time, then reached into the mattress, held Sangsang's cold feet, and kept rubbing.
It was not until he rubbed her little feet until they were warm that he got up and took off his coat stained with blood soup, changed his underwear that was soaked by sweat and frozen into ice by the cold air, and walked out of the tent.
He looked up at the dark cloud, and facing the oozing sunlight, the frost on his eyelashes gradually melted into water.
Sangsang's illness is getting worse and worse. No matter whether it is the Haotian Divine Light, which is cultivated by Taoist magic, or the Buddha breath that is understood by learning Buddhism, it is no longer able to suppress or calm the yin and cold breath.
More and more chills penetrated from her thin body. Whether it was strong wine or talisman fire, it was difficult for her to feel the warmth. The bedding and clothes were as cold as ice chips, and the whole tent was like
The ice cellar is as cold as it is.
The deserted woman had already found another tent to live in more than ten days ago. The spring gradually turned green in the fields, but the ground around his and Sangsang's tents was still frozen, like another world.
Ning Que's most worried, feared, and most helpless thing now is Sangsang's disease.
If there is no way to cure Sangsang's disease, then even if the deserted man can defeat the coalition forces of the Xiling Temple, even if he can be invincible in the world, it will be meaningless.
So he kept practicing hard and learning to make himself stronger. Part of the reason. More importantly, he wanted to find a way to eliminate the cold and cold breath in Sangsang's body by reading the Buddha's notes, but because of the wasteland.
There is a tradition of worshiping the Underworld Lord, and he has also learned a lot about this.
At the sacrificial ceremony of the deserted people, the full name of the King of Ming is Guangming Zhenjun. He always feels that he has seen it in the Buddha's notes or a Taoist scripture, but no matter how he recalls it, he turned the Buddha's notes until it was almost ruined.
Not found.
As spring gradually came, spring gradually left, summer gradually came, Sangsang's body and Ningque's mood were always walking towards the cold winter, gradually being covered by ice and snow.
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(That's all today. I'll write a detailed outline. The three chapters will be guaranteed tomorrow. Then I really recommend Jin Xunzhe's new book: Doomsday Show, the book number is 2524045. I believe everyone is already very familiar with me.
I won’t brag about him more here, just say something for me. I’m very grateful to you, I will work hard.) (To be continued...)