Nightfall

The bubble at Sang Sang ’s fingertips is perfect, but it is not a perfect circle. It has undulating curves and indescribable beauty. Like her swollen abdomen, it looks fragile, but extremely solid, and is the space itself.

She was expressionless, but not indifferent but calm, as if the two cracks on the bubble and the things gestated in the abdomen bulging like a bubble or the indicated future were constantly changing her.

At the edge of the cold snowy sea, a Daoist dressed in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared on the edge of the woods. He changed the wind and the temperature of the field. He is the strongest person in the world, with the most wisdom and far-sighted vision, But the magic is that there is a faint light in Mingming felt room, but he turned a blind eye.

Not blind, but really did not see, he failed to see the oil lamp, did not see the heat of the snow chicken soup in the pot, did not see Sang Sang by the window, because Sang Sang did not want him to see, With a move of heart, he separated the felt house on the seashore from the real people.

That's Haotian's world, even he can't observe.

Chen stood quietly by the long-frozen forest, looking at the snow dancing like smoke and dust on the surface of Atami, and watching the footprints of the beasts gradually covered by the snow, although he did not see him want to see He has not left, because there is a kind of intuition in Mingming, and she should be here to find him.

Sang Sang sat quietly by the window, the dim oil light shining on her chubby cheeks, her hands fell on the swollen abdomen motionless, she did not go to see him by the forest, did nothing, but thought too No.

This is Chen's seventh time to come to the cold sea to find her. He will be closer to her every time he comes. I don't know if he will see her face next to her world next time he comes.

The northern night in late autumn is extremely long, as if there is no interruption, only the sun will show its face stingy for a moment. Chen stood at the forest all night and his eyes were squinted by the reddish sunlight, he looked at Xuehai again The felt huts around them confirmed that there was no trace of her and disappeared again.

In the corner of the felt room, the green lion lying beside the fire didn't move. It was instinctively afraid of the human being, especially when it saw the silence of the hostess's number of times, it was even more aware of the other party's terrible. Don't dare to gasp for two, let alone beg the owner to reward it for a chicken leg.

Finally, the man left, the green lion sighed with relief, stood up on all fours, shook his head to make Wei Ma's body become more alive, preparing to join Sang Sang to sell well, but found that she still maintained last night The posture, sitting quietly by the window, thoughtless, as if not knowing that Chen was gone.

Soon after the sun came out, it fell into the dark sea again. Sang Sang looked at the cold world outside the window until the oil lamp was burnt out, and then the green clothes appeared again at the forest.

Sang Sang still sat quietly.

Chen Mou left again.

She still sits so quietly, sleeps, eats, talks, doesn't think, doesn't want to move.

There is a cold wind that does not belong to nature, and the atmosphere of the world changes slightly. A scholar wearing a cotton-padded jacket appeared on the edge of the forest and looked to Shino, as if looking for something.

He was covered with wind and dust, his face haggard, and extremely thin. He had not rested for a long time. The cold snow wind seemed to blow him down at any time.

Sang Sang finally moved. She turned her head away from the sea covered with smoke and snow to the forest, and some very complicated emotions appeared in the indifferent eyes of the scholar.

Suddenly she wanted to walk out of the felt room, her own world, because she felt that the scholar was trustworthy, trustworthy, but a little afraid and disgusted.

The second day after Brother left, the drunkard finally arrived. The strongest man who had experienced the night, the hip flask was swinging in the wind and snow, as if the wine inside had been drunk.

Sang Sang did not look at him, nor was he as silent and cautious when Chen Mou appeared.

Finally left.

Sang Sang stood up by the window and walked to the fireside, watching the chicken broth that had been dried up, smelling a pungent paste, and silent for a long time.

He didn't go home that night to let himself drink the chicken soup so as not to break it.

That pot of chicken soup, did you finally drink it?

Sang Sang remembered the note. Her right hand gently stroked the swollen abdomen. Suddenly she felt lonely and wanted someone to accompany herself. This happened when she remembered that person.

Here is her world-in this world, time is still passing, the chicken soup will be boiled, the life in her belly is constantly growing, and she is becoming weaker and weaker.

If she can't hold the world, it's the moment of danger.

She put the rotten chicken in front of the green lion, ignoring its pitiful appearance, took out an abacus from the table, and began to calculate the dangers she might encounter and the solutions.

To provide endless nutrients for the little life in her belly and to be isolated from the world, she no longer has enough energy to calculate as she did back then-her Go is still unbeatable, she is still invincible at the poker table, Human geniuses such as Chen Pipi and Song Qian are not her opponents-but she can't count on the sky, she needs to rely on human computing tools to reason about and calculate those important things.

She is the rule of this world, but when she comes to the world, she is stained with red dust, but the speed is not as good as those three human beings. This is a very dangerous thing. If you need to escape, how can you be faster?

Patap, a crisp abacus sound sounded in the dim felt room. It sounded like a cheerful piece of music. The green lion chewed the black chicken bones, and flicked his tail.

Sang Sang ’s right hand moved at high speed on the abacus, bringing out afterimages after another, with a focused and calm look, and the perfect bubble appeared again in her left hand. There were more than ten spots on the tight and smooth surface of the bubble If compared with human maps, the light spots are Helan City, Chang'an, Xiling, Song Kingdom, Lanke Temple, the depths of Xihuang ... the beginning or end of those spatial passages.

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The last autumn rain fell, the central plain was cold and abnormal, and the war on earth finally reached the final step.

The Tang Dynasty reorganized the sailors, Wan Ge raced straight into the Southern Jin Dynasty, and was shocked and panicked by the Ning Que to kill the ministers. There was no resistance at all, coupled with the reputation of the Jiange, within ten days, Linkang City would Opened the door.

The military team of the Dahe Kingdom also crossed the surging Yellow River north, and Shen and Wang Yong led tens of thousands of Dahe people, doing things that no one dared to think about for generations, and marching to the Xiling Kingdom.

Tang Jun has entered the border of the Xiling Kingdom, less than two hundred miles from Taoshan, and ruled that Shenjin had reached Muyu Town in the south, only three hundred miles from Taoshan. The Xiling Kingdom was attacked by the north and the south. Although all the Daomen strongmen were recalled, and tens of thousands of temple cavalry laid several lines of defense around Taoshan, everyone knew the current situation-the temple was in danger.

On the terrace of the white shrine on the top of Taoshan Peak, Xiong Chumo looked at the earth under the autumn rain, the dry and thin cheeks showed emotions, he did n’t know what else he could do, it seemed that at the last moment, it should be summarized At the moment, he did not know how to sum up his life.

Where is the subject? What is he doing? Why did Haotian never respond to the prayers of devout believers? Why do you see those blasphemous people winning one after another, but there is no day to come? What's wrong with all this? Do the gates that have ruled this world for countless years really be destroyed?

Xiong Chumo was furious because of despair. The most filthy words and the most vicious curses burst out of his lips. They resounded like a thunder throughout the Taoshan Mountains. Those words were all sent to the audience-but even At this moment, he still dared not say the name of the subject, and looked extremely pitiful.

There was a mountain breeze blowing, and the misty rain was blown a little thinner, exposing the town far below the mountain. In the autumn wind and rain, the town was still as quiet as the sky, without any influence.

Looking at the small town, Xiong Chumo's emotions gradually calmed down. Even if the subject does not come back, but as long as that person is there, Tang Guohe Academy cannot be close to Taoshan, so what should I worry about?

There are still many things to worry about.

Xiong Chumo looked at the distant mountains in the autumn rain, as if he had seen the handsome flag of Xu Shi, and Xuan Jia, who was feared by the Tang army, and felt that the weight of his shoulders became heavier and heavier. Long Qing refused to bring the rest of them back. What is he doing? Does he really want to fight against it? Besides, what did he stay in Yan Guo for? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que? "

Xiong Chumo growled angrily.

Middle-aged Taoist man stood beside him and said calmly: "If he can really drag Ning Que to the Yan Kingdom, it would be a great achievement for the temple."

Xiong Chumo sneered, "It depends on whether he has that skill."

Middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "If he can't do it, then probably no one else will do it."

Xiong Chumo frowned slightly and turned to look at him. He didn't expect his evaluation of Longqing to be so high. He chose to use words to say: "Hengmu ... have been killed by Ning Que. Longqing hasn't passed through the five realms yet. How is his opponent?"

"I was in Guanli, I watched Longqing get up from the abyss ... If Hengmu battled with Longqing, he could only die with Hengmu. Longqing and Ningque were the strongest and the weakest, and who could win the final victory of this contest. , Other people are no longer qualified to judge, so they can only let them fight for the last time. "

Middle-aged Taoist said calmly that he has always played the role of bystander in the Daomen. He knows more things than many people think, so he is more calm and calm.

Xiong Chumo was silent for a moment, and said, "The enemy forces are under pressure. Daomen always needs to do something."

Middle-aged Taoist followed his gaze to the small town in Qiuyu and said, "I will go and see."

(Unfinished to be continued [This text is provided by Breaking Dawn Update Team @ 不 说说 的 唱 浪]]