Nightfall

At the foot of He Mingchi is the array of shocking arrays, or at his feet, the array of arrays, so he feels that he can embrace the whole world with his arms wide open.

However, it only took a short time for him to wake up from this emotion.

When he had passed the deep passage before, he should have been killed by the runes carved on the stone walls of the passage, because no one except the majesty of the emperor, who had the national seal, and the commander with the eye line, could enter here. .

He Mingchi can come here naturally, he has his own way.

He previously told the prince Li Hunyuan that even powerful weapons need to be used at the right moment in order to function. At this time, standing in the world's most powerful panic, he thought silently that even powerful weapons would need Only in the hands of the right person can we have a real meaning.

There is only one true **** Haotian in the world. The large array of Chang'an City is called Jingshen. That is blasphemy against Haotian. He Mingchi believes that the only significance of this large array is that it should be destroyed.

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The spring is getting deeper, even in the extreme north of the wasteland, and finally there is warmth, the forests are getting greener, and the grass is growing, but only when the summer comes, there will probably be a green scene.

Ning Que and Sang Sang have lived in the barren tribe for a long time. In these days, in addition to caring for Sang Sang's illness, his main thing to do is to keep writing and writing symbols, and practice spiritually. Knife method.

Deep behind the barren tribe, tens of thousands of powerful barren warriors are fighting in the south. Even the strong men of Buddhism and Taoism cannot come here to threaten him and Sangsang.

But Ning Que knew that the barren could not win the war. And he was not used to trusting his own life and death to the outside world, so he worked harder and harder to learn.

The dry branches were gently scratched in the newly decondensed soil, squeezing out the mud debris, leaving a deep mark. It looks like there is not much difference from the brush writing on the paper, it is a word.

Ning Que looked at the word quietly, and lifted up the branch to write another word. In a short period of time, he wrote at least more than 30 characters, each of which is different. Each has its own meaning.

He wrote more and more sloppy, until the last two characters seemed to be connected, but he was still not satisfied. I feel that the connection between the two horizontals is wrong. Although I don't know what is wrong, it is definitely wrong.

He looked silently at the strokes on the mud floor, frowning slightly, looking extremely serious.

"time to eat."

A barren woman wearing a hat and a fur coat was walking behind him and whispered.

Ning Que woke up and walked to the tent with the barren woman.

Coincidentally, in fact, unfortunately, the barbarian veteran will send him to serve this barren woman with him and Sang Sang. It was the barren woman that he and Mo Shanshan saw when they entered the wasteland a few years ago, but the barren little boy who participated in the winter ceremony had already become a warrior and was not in the tribe.

The barrens worshiped the Ming Jun and feared it, so they were in awe of Sang Sang's attitude. At least nine of them are absolute fears, and the barren woman is no exception.

Especially the dark clouds and dozens of black crows that came with Sang Sang made the old and weak women and children who stayed in the tribe even more scared. They often saw someone black out on the tent where Sang Sang was. At first, the barren woman didn't even dare to go back to her tent, but she got used to it a little bit after watching it for a long time.

Today's lunch is broth with noodles. There is a lot of meat in the broth, I am afraid that it will be more than the meat in the bowl of all women and children in the tribe. As for the noodles, it is the treatment that only Ning Que and Sang Sang have.

The mutton soup was very stewed, the soup was milky white, and exuded a natural fragrance. Ningque lacked a bowl of soup and took two cakes, beckoning the barren women to eat the rest, or to share with the neighbor, and then walk Inside the account, picked up Sang Sang who just woke up, tore into the soup, feed her a few bites.

Sang Sang ’s small face was no longer as pale as on the escape journey, and she regained the past black skin tone, but her illness was not good, but she became heavier and had no appetite. She shook her head and said, "I will not eat. "

"Then drink a few more soups."

Ning Que brought the soup bowl to her lips and carefully fed her with soup.

Sang Sang suddenly coughed, not choked by soup. She coughed very badly these days.

The cough echoed in the tent. For a long time, her expression was very painful. Ning Que's clothes were all soup from her cough. The milky white soup was mixed with her coughing blood and turned black.

Ning Que held her in her arms, gently stroked her back, kissed her forehead, and whispered, as if humming a song, Sang Sang gradually calmed down, gasped, and then gradually Go to sleep.

The fire runes in the clay pots help fuel the firewood, and the temperature in the tent suddenly rises. Then, being pressed by the cold, it quickly becomes dim, and it is still cold.

Ning Que withdrew Shi Fu's fingers, looked at the frost on the edge of the brazier, and remained silent for a long time. Then he reached into the woolen mattress, grasped Sang Sang's cold feet, and kept rubbing.

It wasn't until he rubbed her little feet until it was warm that he got up and took off his blood-soaked coat, changed his underwear soaked in sweat and frozen into ice, and walked out of the account.

He looked up at the dark cloud, and the frost on his eyelashes gradually melted into the water in front of the infiltrating sunlight.

Sang Sang's illness is getting more and more serious. No matter whether it is Haotian Shenhui built by Taoism, but the Buddha's breath realized by learning Dharma, he can no longer suppress or calm the cold breath.

More and more chills permeated through her thin body, no matter whether it was spirits or runes, it was difficult for her to feel warm. The bedding and clothes were cold like ice chips, and the entire tent was like The ice cellars are generally very cold.

The barren woman had already found another tent to live in a few dozen days ago, and the spring was gradually greening the field, but the ground around him and Sang Sang's tent was still frozen, just like another world.

Ning Que's most worried, feared, and most frustrated and helpless is Sang Sang's disease.

If there is no way to cure Sang Sang's disease ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ then even if the barren can defeat the coalition forces in the Xiling Temple, even if he can be invincible in the world, it does not make sense.

So he kept working hard to learn and make himself stronger. This is part of the reason. More importantly, he wanted to find a way to eliminate the cold breath in Sang Sang by reading Buddha notes. There is a tradition of worshiping the King of Hades, and he has also learned a lot about it.

In the sacrifice ceremony of the barren, the full name of the Ming King is Guangming Zhenjun. He always feels that he has seen it in the notes of the Buddha or some Daomen classics, but no matter how he recalls, turning the notes of the Buddha to the point of rotten, also could not find it.

Just as spring gradually came, spring gradually left, and summer gradually came, Sang Sang's body and Ning Que's mood had been walking in the cold winter, and was gradually covered by ice and snow.

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(That ’s all for today, I ’ll write a detailed outline, and tomorrow ’s three chapters are guaranteed, and then I really recommend the new book of Jinxun: The Doomsday Show, the book number is 2524045. The author of Jinxun, I believe everyone is very familiar with me I ’m not here to brag more about him, just say something for me, I am very grateful to you, I will work hard.) (To be continued ...)