When Ning Que woke up, he found himself lying on a cold and hard stone bed. In addition to the fence, the walls and tables and chairs were also made of stones. He felt that the layout of the room looked familiar and saw the extremely small one.
I remembered after the stone window that this place should be the Youge Pavilion in the cliff of Taoshan Mountain. I once looked inside at the other end of the stone window. Now that Chen Pipi has escaped, the prisoner has been replaced by himself.
Through perception, he confirmed that his snow-capped mountains and Qihai had been locked by Sangsang with incomprehensible means. At this time, he was inferior to ordinary people and had no chance of escaping from prison, so he no longer looked at the seemingly thin one.
The wooden fence looked at the narrow sky outside the stone window and was silent for a long time.
He was very tired at this time, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and what he needed most was rest, but he couldn't fall asleep, because although his body looked intact, the pain he had suffered in the Temple of Light was still
Staying clearly in his body.
His arms were placed on the stone bed, and he did not dare to make any moves. Even so, he still trembled slightly in pain. The back hall where he came into contact with the stone bed was even more painful.
The pain made him unable to rest, so time had to be used to think. Unfortunately, the result of thinking could not comfort him at all.
In the academy's plan, he should first defeat Sangsang or control Sangsang, and then take her away from the Xiling Temple and return to Chang'an City, because only she can truly repair the Storm Formation.
Before coming to Taoshan, he knew that the war with Haotian was very difficult, but he did not expect it to be so difficult and painful that he could not even complete the first step.
This does not mean that there is something wrong with the academy's plan. The grand apocalypse in Taoshan Qianping has proved that only Ning Que can have the opportunity to defeat Haotian in the world.
The problem is that no one has any experience in this war between heaven and man. Ning Que and his seniors have planned for several months in the academy and calculated various details. However, they did not count between Haotian and humans.
The levels of the two are too different, so big that even the natal connection cannot be fully controlled.
Fortunately, the academy did not fail. As long as Ning Que was still alive, he would have the opportunity to win in a desperate situation. This war between heaven and man entered a strategic stalemate, and it depends on who can find a way to break the deadlock first.
Ning Que didn't know how long he had been in a coma. What happened outside during this period and was sure that no one would come to interrogate him. He closed his eyes and began to recall the stories that happened in the long night of the Temple of Light.
The bloody and cruel scenes are not missed.
He suffered inhuman torture that night. Even if he thought about it, he would feel both physically and mentally cold, but he still insisted on recalling it. It was not because he had a tendency to be abused, but because he wanted to learn.
The invisible sharp blades that Sangsang fell on him were all the most basic spatial rules. Every time she hurt him, she actually was a precious education.
The magical talismans that Ning Que masters, whether they are two characters or Yi characters, are all in the space category. He does not want to miss the opportunity to learn the rules of space from Haotian.
The pain of cutting remains on his body. His consciousness is still a little dazed, but he closed his eyes and began to recall and learn constantly - never miss any opportunity to learn, and be able to go from failure and pain
Finding the possibility of improving himself is where he is truly powerful.
He closed his eyes and kept recalling his feelings at that time, recalling the spatial cutting rules he remembered with flesh and blood and pain, his fingers trembled gently on the stone bed, like unconscious shaking. In fact, he was constantly shaking.
Put on the runes.
Ning Que lay on the stone bed for a long time. The sky outside the stone window became dim, and someone sent clean water and simple food in the middle. Apart from that, nothing happened.
The dripping sound in his belly awakened him from his meditation. He looked at the quiet cell and constructed it in his consciousness again, confirming that the power of his two characters and the Yi characters had been enhanced, and his eyes were slightly slight.
Bright, with a slightly raised corner of your lips, a satisfied smile, thinking that suffering is not completely beneficial.
He sat up with difficulty and stood up on the stone bed. With such a simple move, he felt that the flesh on his body seemed to be about to crack again, and his legs were shaking in pain.
He walked to the stone table and started eating silently. He didn't know how long the war would last, so he had to make sure that he would survive and live with strength.
Even if it is a fantasy thing, it requires strength.
The rice in the bowl was white rice, covered with vegetables and tofu. He couldn't see any oil, but he didn't find it unpalatable. He chewed it slowly, as if it was the best meal that the teacher brought him to eat back then.
A full bowl of rice entered his abdomen. He was hungry and his energy was revived. He even felt that even the pain in his body had become much lighter.
He naturally had to drink some clean water after meals. Ning Que picked up the bowl of clean water and raised it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink it, he suddenly thought of something and his face suddenly turned pale.
The pain came again, even stronger than before.
With his slightly trembling hands, he slowly put the water bowl back on the stone table, 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, looking at the haggard face reflected on the water, and was silent for a long time.
He didn't unbutton his belt and he did nothing. He just stood there for a long time, moved with difficulty, retreated to the stone bed and sat down slowly.
The moment his buttocks came into contact with the cold stone bed, his face suddenly became a little twisted, and the extreme pain gushed between his legs even made him almost faint.
He gasped in pain until a long time later, he finally got used to the pain and became a little calmer, but his chest was still rising and falling because of fear and anger.
His body could be clear about what had happened without untiing his belt. He looked down at his legs.
He said in a daze: "Can it grow again?"
After a moment of pause, he emphasized and said, "It must grow again, Yang Ye."
It is difficult to stop the water, it is difficult to stop the hair, and it is difficult to round the mirror. It is only difficult after all, not impossible. It is just that it is not him who decides about this matter now, but her in the Temple of Light.
After he was silent for a long time, he suddenly felt that this incident was funny. So he started to laugh, but after a moment, the smile on his face became very bleak, because this incident was really not funny.
She in the Temple of Light has no human emotions and has no mercy on him, because she is Haotian, not Sangsang, and only the pain between her legs is coming to the night. Let him believe that he can still win, but
This silk victory is so painful, so unbearable, so miserable, no man is willing to bear this price.
Since such a heavy price has been paid, there will always be some rewards.
Ning Que looked at Ye Jiangye outside the stone window. Thinking back to the pain at that time, a light of inspiration gradually emerged in the sea of consciousness, and the imaginary talisman actually had a somewhat indescribable sacred beauty.
For his practice, this is a critical time point. If he can understand Haotian's application of the basic rules of space, he can take a big step forward on the road to writing human characters.
Since Haotian cut off his humanity, he could only write this word out by himself.
At this moment, fog suddenly surged into the stone window.
Ning Que's pupils shrank slightly. He once visited Youge Pavilion and knew that there were in the clouds and mists between the cliffs. The Xiling Temple was unwilling to accept the grievances of countless powerful people over the years. Even in his heyday, he could not resist and had to rely on the moonlight.
What's more, his snow-capped mountains and seas were locked at this time, and he had become a useless man.
The damage caused by these night fogs is secondarily. The key is that he is meditating on the Talisman at this time. If he misses this opportunity, no one knows when the next chance will appear.
Of course he knew that this must be the means she felt the changes in the You Pavilion and then used to make the night. Otherwise, the night fog would not have been possible to enter the cell to make the night.
"You have made me like this. What other Jiangye do you want?"
Ning Que looked at the direction of the Temple of Light on the top of the peak and shouted angrily: "You must dare to touch my finger again. I will die to show you Jiangye! I will drag you to death together!"
While shouting angrily, he pointed out a middle finger at the top of the peak.
He knew that Sangsang understood what this middle finger represented.
He now only has the middle finger, Jiang Ye.
But he forgot that Sangsang's understanding of him was not limited to this. She understood even more that he would never die until the last moment. At least one finger was not enough to make him commit suicide.
So the wind rose in the cell, the night fog dissipated slightly, Ning Que's middle finger fell to the night.
Immediately afterwards, countless thin red lines appeared on his body, and the cruel and bloody Lingchi scene was staged again. Ning Que could only express his helplessness with a dismal smile.
The indescribable pain kept tormenting him until late at night, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and the last bit of Qingming Festival was covered with mist and became blurred.
Haotian's will is so powerful that he cannot be refused. He is falling towards the abyss of surrender. I don't know if it was a evasion in instinct, but because of it being too painful, he had a dream.
In the dream, he was sleeping with Sangsang, stroking her white lotus-like little feet, stroking her plump and soft body, and the wetness touched by his fingertips became stronger and stronger.
In the cell, he was lying on the stone bed and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep in pain, and unable to wake up from this dream. The fingers hanging beside the bed were covered with blood.
On the top of Taoshan Peak, a thousand feet above Youge Pavilion, Sangsang in the Temple of Light also had a dream, a beautiful but annoying dream in which the spring was full of beauty and annoying. In the dream, she was very angry.
In the temple, she was lying on the ground toss and turns, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her thighs were tight, and her breath gradually became heavy. The flowery blue clothes on her body seemed to be cracked at any time.
Ning Que in the dream was still in pain, and he felt that he could hardly hold on to Jiangye.
He got up from under her and saw her face, not the indifferent face, but the green face, a little dark, very familiar with Jiang Ye.
She opened her bright willow leaves and looked at him curiously.
His mood suddenly became very quiet. He forgot the pain in his body. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips - kissed her, so he lived out tonight.
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(The title of this chapter was originally intended to be called: Kiss, live out, change the lyrics by words, it's good... I'm starting to break the deadlock, I'll always have to send a night.)