The rain over the town has long since stopped, but the clouds have not dispersed.

The iron arrow went straight into the ground. I don't know how long it took for it to stop. The vibrations that reached the ground were already very small. However, strangely, the fields outside the town shook violently. The withered seedlings fell and the streams churned. The vibrations spread to

In the town, dilapidated houses collapsed one after another.

The vibrations on the ground seemed to spread to the night sky at the next moment, and the gloomy cloud began to roll, like boiling water, constantly twisting, but showing no sign of dispersing, like the expression of human pain.

The body of the drunkard quickly decayed, or weathered, as the heaven and earth shook, turning into something similar to yellow sand, and then disappeared without a trace when blown by the wind falling from the night sky.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que remembered the vision of heaven and earth caused when he opened the scroll of the Book of Heaven in the wasteland many years ago, and then he understood what killing the drunkard meant to the world.

He still didn't understand that the drunkard's body would become like this. Only Sangsang understood that it was because the drunkard had already broken away from the category of ordinary human beings. In other words, the drunkard was no longer human.

An alcoholic is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a great practitioner, a person of the Master, Buddha, Ke Haoran, or Master level. Even the words "great practitioner" are not accurate.

He and the Butcher came from ancient times and existed in this world long before the Buddha. The generation of Confucius Guanzhu a thousand years ago and the generation of Ke Haoran decades ago are his descendants. He and the Butcher are real legends, and they should even be

Call it a legend, he has lived for countless years and seems like he will live forever.

Tonight, he died.

It seemed that the death of an immortal person meant that there was no definite fate between life and death. Ning Que did not spend too much time and energy on this matter, and walked directly to Chao Xiaoshu, and then looked at Sangsang.

The sword borrowed from Liu Bai broke through Chao Xiaoshu's body - this was a game arranged by the academy many years ago. Everyone knew that once the start was made, Chao Xiaoshu would definitely die. However - since the gap between life and death

There is no definite number, who said that Chao Xiaoshu will definitely die? Ning Que thought this way, even if it was destiny, he would not believe it.

He doesn't believe in any destiny at all now because Sangsang is by his side.

"Can it be cured?"

Ning Que looked at her and asked. First he cut the viewer into pieces with a thousand cuts, and then he was cut into pieces by her again. Xiong Chumo was beaten into a cripple with his hands cut off, but no matter how serious the injuries were, as long as she took a look,

Then she could be restored as before. Although he knew that she was far from the Haotian she was before, he still had great expectations.

"Even me in the past was very difficult to treat."

Sang Sang walked to the broken stone steps, looked at Chao Xiaoshu who was covered in blood, and said expressionlessly, this is the truth, because Liu Bai's sword was too sharp. He was injured too seriously.

Ning Que was silent, holding Chao Xiaoshu's hand, with a sad look in his eyes. Chao Xiaoshu looked at him with a pale face, struggling to squeeze out a smile, not planning to leave anything behind in the last moments of his life.

His last words were that as long as Tang Guohe Academy could win the final victory, he believed that the people and things he was worried about would be taken care of in the best possible way. So what else could he be worried about?

At this time, Sangsang said something next.

"But I can cure it now."

Ning Que was a little confused and didn't understand what she meant.

Sang Sang gently stroked the horrific wound on Chao Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen with her palm. The clear light gradually appeared. She took out a bag of needles and thread from nowhere with her right hand and said calmly: "I have experience with this kind of injury now."

Yes. In the Taoist Palace in the capital of the Song Dynasty, her abdomen was also cut open with a sword. Then she was cured by herself. She was indeed very experienced in this regard.

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Watching the needle and thread going back and forth between Chao Xiaoshu's chest and abdomen, Ning Que suddenly thought. When he left Weicheng many years ago, Sangsang was worried that his female beauty would not be able to compare with those ladies in Chang'an City, but he didn't know that last night,

In that Taoist temple, Sangsang also remembered the same scene.

Chao Xiaoshu's face was still pale, but his breathing became much more steady, and he began to fall asleep. He felt relieved and could no longer bear the extreme physical and mental exhaustion, so he sat down on the wet ground.

Only then did he notice that there were two more bamboo baskets beside the saddle of the big black horse, and that Sangsang's face was still plump and round, but his waist and abdomen were not as bloated as when they met again in the snow.

The big black horse walked in front of him and raised its front hooves so that he could see more clearly.

Looking at the two babies sleeping sweetly in the bamboo basket, Ning Que took a long time to wake up. For some reason, he felt warm in his chest and abdomen, and felt very happy.

The drunkard died, but Brother Chao was still alive, and Sangsang gave birth to two children. Perhaps there was no destined reincarnation between life and death. There was great terror, but also great joy.

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After confirming that Chao Xiaoshu's life was not in danger, Ning Que did not waste any time. He left the town with Sangsang on a big black horse and ran towards Tuyang City in the west as quickly as possible - Tuyang City is a large city in the west.

There is also a teleportation array at the base of the Tang Dynasty's Northeast Frontier Army. That is the fastest way to return to Chang'an City.

In the middle of the night, the darkest hour of the night, a clear light emitted from an inconspicuous house behind the General's Mansion in Tuyang City. The atmosphere of heaven and earth was disturbed for a while, and then became quiet again.

The next moment, a circle of clear light spread out from the inconspicuous small building deep in the palace of Chang'an City. The breath of heaven and earth traveled freely like clouds. The eaves beasts in the palace looked there warily.

After receiving the alarm, the Ouchi guards and Tianshu Department officials rushed to the small building as quickly as possible to confirm that the teleportation array had been activated, but did not find any news. They couldn't help but feel a little confused. After a while, Li Yu took the

The young emperor who woke up walked to the small building and saw a broken arrow. He vaguely guessed what had happened. His heart, which had been tense because of the war, instantly relaxed a lot.

Ning Que is back.

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The late-night Red Sleeve Show is usually the busiest time, but now it is war time, and the girls from the song and dance club are cheering for the soldiers on the battlefield with the military condolences group. Moreover, under Shangguan Yangyu's stern and cold gaze, they are also

No dignitaries or wealthy businessmen dared to come here to have fun, so it was very quiet.

What makes people feel a little strange is that there is a big black horse with an unusual steed and a green-skinned dog that seems to have no energy. They are outside the building at this time. Are there any guests tonight? Hong Xiuzhao did have two distinguished guests today.

But it was obvious that the two guests were not here to have fun.

In the quiet room on the top floor, Jian and Xiaocao each held a baby. Their emotions were very complicated - they threw the one-day-old child aside - such parents are really rare in the world.

Ning Que and Sang Sang were currently in front of the house by Yanming Lake, or to be precise on the lake embankment, standing in front of the willow branches without branches and leaves, silently facing the snow-covered lake.

When they reunited after a long time and returned to their old home, they did not reminisce about the past. They were not lamenting the past, but thinking about some more important things.

Ning Que held the Jingshen Formation's Formation Eye Pestle in his hand, and Sang Sang stood beside him, with his hands behind his back as he had become accustomed to in these years in the human world, looking very much like an elder.

"That word... I still can't write it," he said.

Sangsang turned around and glanced at him. She wasn't sure whether he couldn't write it out or whether he didn't want to write it out. Even though she had the same intention as him, she couldn't tell the difference.

Because this matter is too complicated.

"I suddenly miss Long Qing." Ning Que said again.

In a sense, Long Qing is the real second male lead in his story. But unlike those stories, he has no emotional projection towards Long Qing and naturally has no sympathy for each other. He just thinks of Long Qing on the banks of the Nu River.

Those things that I realized before I died, some things that are connected with that big character.

Throwing the seriously injured Chao Xiaoshu to two unreliable apprentice nephews and throwing the newborn son and daughter into a brothel does not mean that Ning Que is irresponsible. He is in a hurry to return to Chang'an just to write that word.

It's just that the character is so big that even with the help of the Jingshen Formation, it's still difficult for him to write it. The distant Western Wilderness and the Southeast Sea, and the even further cold snow sea, are all too far away.

It is said that human beings can go as far as their thoughts go. But no one has ever thought that things like thoughts are extremely elusive and how difficult it is to let them go to distant places.

Ning Que thought of the dream he had many years ago.

That dream when we first met.

In that dream, he saw a vast ocean.

When he had that dream, he was holding Sangsang.

If he had Sang Sang's help, or he could transmit his telepathy to the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth.

However, how does he speak?

Sangsang turned around, and there was a small stool made of wicker between her fingers. She looked at him and asked, "Do you think children will like this?"

Ning Que said: "I like it very much. Of course they must like it."

Sangsang looked at him quietly and suddenly said: "What did you say in that cabin?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "I said... you don't have to do it."

Sangsang said: "But you still want to write that word."

Ning Que said: "Yes."

Sangsang looked at the night sky.

There is no snow or rain in Chang'an City tonight, and there is a bright moon in the sky.

"Even if... I write that word, I will die."

"I always feel that it shouldn't be like this."

Sangsang said: "Even if I am willing to help you, I don't know how to help you now."

Ning Que said: "I understand the situation."

"Then?"

"No then."

Ning Que looked at her and said: "No one is qualified to ask you to die, even for the so-called sake of the entire human race, and I am even less qualified to say that, so there is no after."

Sangsang's eyes fell on his hands and noticed that he was holding the eye pestle very tightly, and his knuckles were a little white.

For Ning Que, Chang'an City is safe. Even if the viewer arrives, there is nothing he can do. However, this war is not over. The victory or defeat of the viewer, his senior brother, and Xiling is very important.

He seemed calm, but in fact, his heart was in turmoil.
To be continued...