Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 168: Frozen (Part 2)
The sky is clear and suddenly snow falls, and this is snow falls thousands of miles away.
The heavy snowflakes, like the ashes burned by reeds, occupying the entire sky and covering the color of the blue sky. The temperature in the city dropped sharply, and the cold was extremely cold. The ice edges on the eaves were cold, and the lake ice was frozen.
It made a creaking noise, and the well water at the entrance of the alley began to freeze.
Ning Que stood in the wind and snow, and the black courtyard clothes were filled with thick snow, like a snow bridge, because it carried too much snow weight and could break at any time.
In this battle, he was a bridge. Chang'an City used his sword to attack the snob. At this time, the snoring from the snob was swallowed by Taotie, entered Ning Que's body, and then obtained countless snobs through the array eye pestle.
The enlargement or concreteness of the times enveloped Chang'an City.
The chill of snow flakes penetrated the thick courtyard clothes and reached the skin, instantly freezing Ning Que. The frost on his eyelashes and the snow powder on his face were extremely thick, just like Sangsang who put on makeup for the first time back then.
When the cold reached the extreme, all movements stopped. Ning Que, who was occupied by the meaning of nirvana, fell into the deepest ice cellar. He was so cold that he could not tremble, so cold that he could not breathe, and even his thoughts were almost condensed by ice.
He was frozen like a well at the entrance of the alley.
At this time, only the crystal clear liquid on his abdomen was still rotating slowly. Although the rotation speed had become extremely slow, it seemed that it might stop at any time. The breath emitted by the drop of liquid had to break through all the constraints.
Pride, whether it is cold or unconscious.
At this time, his sea of consciousness had become a sea covered with ice and snow. There was only the bottom of the deepest mud at the bottom of the sea, and there was a piece of debris that was still emitting luster. Facing the cold falling from the sky, he was unwilling and violent.
Ning Que's Haoranqi was inherited from his uncle's junior teacher, and fragments of consciousness were inherited from Liansheng. These two people were the most peak existences of that era. They could compete with the subject and not lose their advantage.
At this time, he was in the greatest danger of his life. At the closest moment to death, the fragments of the great gas and consciousness that had saved him countless times broke out again.
Ning Que suddenly began to tremble, the frost on his eyelashes and the snow on his face shattered, and then shot away like a sharp arrow, revealing his true face.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his lips and spilled downwards.
The blood is very turbid because there are many blood-breaking ice particles condensed by low temperatures.
The turbid blood flowed on his clothes and fell on his left hand. The array eye pestle was poured with blood and suddenly became hot. The blood evaporated into mist and brushed his face.
Ning Que let out a shout, looking extremely painful. The ice armor on the black courtyard uniform was shattered, just like the snow on the stone bridge was blown down, revealing its true appearance.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, and he used force to break the ice and snow, and then abandoned the knife.
He must seize the moment he wakes up.
He held the two ends of the array eyes and pestle with both hands, swept out horizontally in the wind and snow in front of him.
One sweep will show two lines, two absolutely parallel and straight lines.
The talisman suddenly burst out in the wind and snow.
Two characters.
With the talisman covering, Ning Que stepped on the ice and snow, jumped behind him, and rushed dozens of feet away.
The viewer has proved that he is invincible in the world. Even if he owns a city, he is still no match for the other party, and he almost dies at a glance, so he just wants to leave at this time.
The farther away from the other party, the better.
On the Vermillion Bird Avenue, two sharp talismans appeared, like two sharp blades refined from the essence.
The subject raises his right arm and taps his fingers.
Know the hero, keep the female, and be the stream of the world.
Knowing the blackness and keeping the whiteness is the world's style.
Know the glory of one's fortune, keep the humiliation of one's humiliation, and make the valley of the world.
The master of the observation uses the world's finger.
The meaning of the two characters on the snow street completely ignored and fled.
Ning Que was still sweeping back, and a blood hole appeared on his knee.
He fell backwards and a blood hole appeared on his shoulder.
With a few slight sounds, seven blood holes appeared on his body.
The host of the temple used his seven fingers to secretly conform to the will of heaven and then cut off the human way.
It cuts off people's way of survival.
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Blood flowed out, dyeing the white snow under Ning Que's body red.
At this time, he could only sit hard in an extremely ugly posture, and no longer had the strength to swing the knife.
The observer said: "Skills are the path."
Ning Que understood that the viewer was commenting on the previous battle, and he admitted that the viewer was right.
Whether it is showing the enemy as weak or luring the enemy into the ground, it is not a big way for real battles.
"Your current state is still a long way from the real avenue. No matter how strong your desire is, it cannot be compensated, let alone you have taken a path."
The host walked slowly, and the wind and snow were shaking.
"I have read your book, which is different from the world. I don't like it because you don't know how to write a clumsy, and the strokes of that character are too heavy, so you must use clumsy."
Ning Que raised his arm with some difficulty, wiped off the blood from his jaw, and said, "If there is still a chance in the future, I will definitely remember your teachings and learn how to be clumsy."
"Nothing later."
The observer sensed that in the wind and snow behind him, two figures were coming at the highway.
He knew that they were the powerful brother and sister in the academy.
He didn't care.
This city has been frozen by him.
What can people in the city do?
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Not far from the west side of Zhuque Avenue, there is a simple or even simple house. In Chang'an City, this is a very common picture. Often, there are old houses that have been disrepaired for hundreds of years next to the official office. The prosperity and dilapidation are always the same.
They can't tell whether it's good or bad.
This street is called Sanyuanli, and it lives in the most ordinary people in Chang'an. In the woodshed in the backyard, a young man suddenly sounded annoyed, accompanied by the sound of slapping the table.
"Why just give me a pot of hot water? Why just give me a pot of hot water? I can't drink enough, my mother's feet are frozen and I can't soak it. That guy is still dark every day, who can I show it to you?
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The woman sat in the pile of bedding, holding a three or four-year-old girl, looking at her angry son, her face full of worry, and said, "It's great to have a living and food."
The boy was wearing a shabby cotton jacket and looked at his dressing look. He should be a country child.
He sat at the door of the woodshed with the most severe air leakage. His face was already a little blue by the cold wind. He said angrily: "Just ask for an extra pot of hot water, how difficult is it?"
Today is very cold, with ice ridges hanging on the eaves, and even the heat in the kitchen cannot float far away. The boy was worried about his mother's cold legs and asked for hot water from the front yard. But he only brought back a pot and was still in front
The young man in the hospital said a few words, thinking about what he has now, his mood is very bad.
At this moment, the door of the woodshed room was pushed open with a creaking sound. A young man appeared at the door and saw him wearing a tight cotton jacket with a somewhat idle and arrogant look. He seemed to be hanging around in the streets and alleys a lot.
The cold wind poured in from outside the door, and the woman was excited and started coughing. But she didn't care about herself. She quickly hugged the little girl in her arms a little angry, and pulled the bedding onto the little girl.
The country child looked at the city child and was very angry, but he clenched his fists and did not dare to take action.
Because the children in the city were carrying two knives.
A hatchet, a kitchen knife. (To be continued)
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