Nightfall Chapter 46: Winter that never disappears
He Mingchi’s feet are the eyes of the Jingshen Formation, or in other words, the Jingshen Formation is under his feet, so he feels that as long as he opens his arms, he can embrace the whole world.
However, it only took a short time for him to wake up from this emotion.
When he passed through the deep passage earlier, he should have been killed by the runes carved on the stone wall of the passage, because no one could be able to do so except for the emperor who carried the seal of the state and the man who held the formation. Come here.
He Mingchi can come here naturally, he has his own way.
He previously said to the prince Li Hunyuan that no matter how powerful a weapon is, it needs to be used at the right moment in order to be effective. At this time, standing in the world’s most powerful stunned formation, he silently thought, no matter how powerful Weapons also need to be in the hands of the right people in order to have real meaning.
There is only one true god, Haotian. The Chang'an city formation is called Jingshen, which is a blasphemy against Haotian. He Mingchi believes that the only meaning of this formation is that it should be destroyed.
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The spring is getting deeper, even in the far north of the wasteland, there is finally warmth, the forests are getting greener, the grasses are getting longer, but only when the midsummer arrives, there will probably be a green scene.
Ning Que and Sangsang have lived in the deserted tribe for a long time. In these days, apart from taking care of Sangsang’s illness, the main thing he did was to write and practice continuously. Hao Ran Qi and sword technique.
In the depths behind the desert tribe, tens of thousands of powerful desert fighters are fighting in the south. Even the strong men of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism cannot come here to pose a threat to him and Sangsang.
But Ning Que knew that Huangren could not win this war. And he has never been accustomed to trusting his life and death to the outside world, so he practiced and studied harder and harder.
The dead branches were lightly traversed in the freshly decondensed soil, squeezing out the mud, leaving a deep mark, which looks not much different from what was written on paper by a brush, it is a two-character.
Ning Que quietly looked at the character, lifted the branch and wrote another word. In a short period of time, he wrote at least thirty two characters, each of which is different. Each has its meaning.
His writing became more and more scribbled until the two lines of the last two characters seemed to be connected, but he was still dissatisfied. I feel that there is something wrong with the two horizontal lines. Although I don't know what is wrong, it is definitely not right.
He silently looked at the strokes on the muddy ground, frowned slightly, and looked extremely serious.
"It's dinner."
A deserted woman wearing a hat and animal skin and cotton clothes walked behind him and whispered.
Ning Que woke up and followed the deserted woman to the tent.
It's a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence that the Huangren veteran will be sent to serve him and Sangsang. It was the desolate woman he met when he and Mo Shanshan entered the wasteland a few years ago, but the desolate little boy who attended the winter ceremony that year had already become a warrior and was not in the tribe.
The wild people worshiped King Ming and feared King Ming, so they were very in awe of Sangsang. At least nine of them are absolutely fearful, and that ridiculous woman is no exception.
Especially the dark clouds and more than a dozen black crows that came with Sangsang made the old and weak women and children staying in the tribe even more frightened. They often saw people facing the sky and those on the tent where Sangsang was. The black crow kowtows, and the desolate woman didn't even dare to go back to her tent at first, until she got used to it for a long time.
Today’s lunch is broth with noodles. There is a lot of meat in the broth, I'm afraid it will be more than the meat in the bowls of all the women and children in the tribe. As for the noodles, it is only Ning Que and Sangsang's treatment.
The mutton soup was stewed very thoroughly. The soup was milky white and exuded a natural fragrance. Ning Que filled a bowl of soup and took two cakes, indicating that the deserted woman should eat the rest or share it with the neighbors. Then he walked into the inner tent, lifted Sangsang who had just woke up, soaked it into the soup, and fed her a few bites.
Sangsang’s small face is no longer as pale as during the escape journey, and she has returned to her previous dark complexion, but her illness has not recovered, but has become more serious, and she has no appetite. She shook her head and said, "No I ate it."
"Then have a few more sips of soup."
Ning Que brought the soup bowl to her lips and fed her the soup carefully.
Sangsang coughed suddenly, not choked by the soup, she has been coughing very badly these days.
The cough echoed in the tent, and her expression was very painful after a long time. Ning Que's clothes were all the soup she coughed up, and the milky soup was mixed with the blood she coughed up and turned black.
Ning Que hugged her in her arms, gently stroked her back, kissed her forehead, talking in a low voice, as if humming some song, Sangsang gradually calmed down, breathing slightly , And then gradually fell asleep.
The fire talisman in the clay pot helped to burn the firewood, and the temperature in the tent rose suddenly, and then was pressed by the cold air, and quickly became dimmed, still as cold as the sky.
Ning Que retracted Shifu's fingers, looked at the frost on the edge of the brazier, and was silent for a long time, then reached into the woolen mattress, held Sangsang's cold feet, and kept rubbing.
He didn't get up until he rubbed her feet until it was warm before he got up and took off his **** coat, replaced the underwear soaked in sweat and frozen into ice by the cold, and walked out of the tent.
He raised his head and looked at the dark cloud, facing the seeping sunlight, the frost on his eyelashes gradually melted into water.
Sangsang's illness is getting worse and worse. Whether it is the Haotian divine brilliance cultivated by the Taoist magic arts, but the Buddha's breath of learning and understanding of Buddhism, they can no longer suppress or calm the cold breath.
More and more chills penetrated from her thin body, no matter whether it is strong wine or talisman fire, it is difficult for her to feel warm. The bedding and clothes are cold like icy debris, the whole tent It was as cold as an ice cellar.
The Huangren and women had already found another tent to live in more than ten years ago, and the spring was becoming greener, but the ground around him and Sangsang’s tent was still frozen, like another world.
Ning Que's most worried, feared, and most helpless thing now is Sangsang's illness.
If there is no way to cure Sangsang’s disease, then even if the Huangren can defeat the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple, even if he can be invincible in the world, it does not make any sense.
Therefore, part of the reason why he keeps on practicing and learning hard to make himself stronger is part of the reason. More importantly, he wants to find a way to eliminate the cold breath in Sangsang by reading the notes of the Buddha. Because Huang Ren has a tradition of worshiping Mingjun, he has also learned a lot about this aspect.
In the sacrifice ceremony of the deserted person, Mingjun’s full name is Guangming Zhenjun. He always felt that he had seen it in the notes of the Buddha or some Taoist classics, but no matter how he recalled it, he turned the notes of the Buddha to be rotten. , And did not find it.
In the same way, spring is gradually coming, spring is gradually leaving, and summer is gradually coming. Sangsang's body and Ning Que's mood have been walking into the cold winter, gradually being covered by ice and snow.
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(That’s all for today. I’ll write a detailed outline. Tomorrow, I will guarantee three chapters. Then I would like to recommend the new book of the Golden Seeker: Doomsday Show, ISBN 2524045. The author of Golden Seeker, I believe everyone is already very Familiar, I won’t brag for him more here, just say something for myself, I thank you very much, I will work hard.) (to be continued...)