Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 281: Frostfall

On the banks of Yanming Lake, no matter the peaks on the south bank or the snow forests on the east bank, they are quiet, no sound is heard, and no one hears the cicadas. (《》)

On the city wall, the eyes of the senior brother and Ye Su passed through countless heavy snow and fell into the forest. The expressions were slightly different, as if they felt something was happening there at the same time.

But they don’t have the extra energy to pay attention to the story that happened in the snow forest, because they saw the blood flag floating in front of the Yanming Lake house, and Xiahou pushed the door open and entered.

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The gate of the courtyard was a little new, as if it had been rebuilt not long ago. Xiahou pushed open the gate and entered the dark courtyard. A cicada crow suddenly sounded in his ears, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

During the day in the palace, he also vaguely heard a cicada chirping coming from the snowflakes dancing in front of the hall. He was sure it was a hallucination, but although the cicada chirping was still false, it seemed to be a little real.

The cold expression on Xiahou's face was not shaken at all, and his iron eyebrows were raised slightly, but instead he seemed more violent. His steps steadily crossed the threshold and stepped through the rain corridor before coming to the main hall.

The snow had a brief stop before, and then it flew more violently.

Thick clouds covered the stars in the sky, the wind and snow dimmed the lights in Chang'an City, and the Yanming Lake was pitch black, and there was no sign of five fingers, but Xiahou saw everything clearly.

There are a few cold plum trees planted under the stone steps. For some reason, the plum branches are scattered and fresh broken mouths can be seen under the snow. It seems that they have been eaten by some elegant beast.

There is a pot of green plants in the house. Even in the cold winter, the plants are still growing vigorously, with plump branches and leaves, green and green, making the loess in the pot become more boring.

The thick and straight black painted beam on the roof was slightly deformed. It must have suffered some kind of impact and two extremely small cracks appeared. It didn't affect safety, but it always makes people feel a little palpitations when they looked.

On the side of the uniquely shaped Chenwu rack, there is an oil lamp. The oil lamp is made of celadon as its belly, and the lamp rope is white. When it is not lit, it is also a very beautiful handicraft.

This house by Yanming Lake made Ning Que spend countless two silvers, and the Fourth Master Qi spent countless energy. He also received a large investment from the Empress and Li Yu. He is extraordinary. Compared with the famous gardens in Qinghe County, he is afraid that

It's not bad either, even inconspicuous things are worth savoring.

Xiahou was a military general and never felt sad about spring and autumn. Naturally, he did not have the interest in this regard. However, in the face of the war, his eyes were so focused when he looked at the plum conghe Black-Red Bonsai Oil Lamp.

In fact, he did not look at the plum conglomerations, black beams, bonsai, or oil lamps.

He was looking at the yellow paper exposed in the snow on the plum branches, the yellow paper sandwiched in the cracks of the black beams, the yellow paper pressed in the bonsai green plants, and the yellow paper pressed by the oil lamp and celadon lamp pot.

There is a kind of paper in this world that is often slightly yellow, talisman paper.

The house on the banks of Yanming Lake is full of talisman paper.

This is a house with talisman paper.

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"The reason Ye Hongyu was able to cross the border to defeat Chen Pipi was because she knew him and his fear. I also knew Xiahou very well. Since the day he rebelled from the Demon Sect, Xiahou has been afraid, perhaps because he feared that person.

The mysterious Demon Sect leader, perhaps he was afraid that the Xiling Temple would expose his identity. Because of his fear, he was empty. He began to kill people like a numb, began to be violent and cold, and began to be proud and arrogant."

Ning Que took the big black umbrella from Sangsang and looked at the courtyard covered by night snow on the other side.

"Only in this way can he get rid of his psychological shadow. He was right in front of the palace gate, and I also have psychological shadows, so I understand that his pride is a fatal weakness that he cannot get rid of. Because of pride, he has stepped into my place now

The battlefield he chose was the first mistake he made.”

"How to use the mistakes he made? I don't know. I just know that I must smash all the more than 300 talismans I have written through hard work in the past two years without hesitation."

Writing talismans is not the kind of casual movement that seems to be as casual as it seems. Apart from Ning Que himself, not many people know how many sleepless nights more than 300 talismans mean, how many times they are extremely weak after their mental power is exhausted, and how many times they know.

The pain after the sea shaking is in vain.

Sangsang knew that because of those nights accompanied by the oil lamp, she had been waiting beside Ning Que, looking at him sweating like soybeans, her face was pale, but she still kept writing.

On those nights, what was not farmed was not the fields or articles, but just talismans.

On the cliff in the snow in the night, Sangsang raised his little face and looked at Ning Que. Seeing his face as pale as those nights in the past, he was very worried, but he smiled and said, "Yes, the young master will definitely win."

Ning Que closed his eyes and held the handle of the umbrella. His eyebrows were trembling, his right hand was trembling, and his face was pale. The mindfulness in his sea of ​​consciousness scattered along the black umbrella into the snow-filled air.

Mind power is the foundation of the righteous practitioners, but practitioners can only use their mind power to control the essence of heaven and earth, and then use various means. Even if the mind master can directly attack the enemy with his mind power, he is limited to a very short distance. That is

Because mental power has an unchangeable characteristic.

This characteristic is that once the mind power leaves the practitioner's sea of ​​consciousness, it will rapidly dissipate with the distance in multiples of orders of magnitude, and return to silence in the nature of the world.

Ning Que was standing on the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake at this time, several miles away from the courtyard on the other side. If he wanted to trigger the three hundred talismans hidden in the courtyard, he needed to send his own mind to the other side, but his

How can mental power overcome this winter lake in the snow at night?

At this moment, something wonderful happened.

After his mental power passed through the handle and surface of the big black umbrella, there was a significant change. It was not that the concentration of his mental power increased a lot, but that the speed of dissipation into the snow-capped sky became much slower.

Because of the cliffs of the Qihai and the snow mountain orifices, there are still not many breaths of heaven and earth around the snow lake that can understand the song he sang, but at least his voice can be spread farther.

Ning Que's mind power quietly passed through the wind and snow and fell into the courtyard on the other side of the distance.

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The yellow paper pressed by the celadon lamp pot turned into nothingness with a slight sneer.

A faint dryness came without any reason. The jade-like lamp rope suddenly tightened, the clean oil suddenly released, and a very faint flame ignited.

The oil lamp is dim, slightly illuminating the interior and exterior of the house.

As the celadon oil lamp was strangely burning without fire, countless changes followed in the room.

The entire shelf where the oil lamp is located burned, but the space where the display shelf is located burned and turned into a ball of fire that covers Xiahou's mountain-like body.

The fire is vague and fearful, and wherever it passes, everything is turned into nothingness.

Only the pot of green plants is different. The slightly drooping, green and tender green leaves are melted like fat and turned into light green oil and dripped into the flower pot.

The yellow talisman paper sandwiched in the green leaves disappeared.

The oil turned into green leaves fell into the soil, and the flower pot suddenly cracked, and the loess inside exploded and filled the space inside the room. The particles-like loess dust, somehow, was extremely heavy, every

The gravel was like a stone, shooting towards Xiahou's body.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow paper on the black beam disappeared in vain, and a loud noise was heard, and the heavy beam broke from the middle without any warning and hit Xiahou's head.

Xiahou narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows made of iron, without frowning, reflecting a fire, as if burning.

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He punched.

That terrifying fist was so domineering that it squeezed out all the air in front of him.

The burning talisman fire suddenly extinguished, extremely bleak.

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He closed his eyes.

Let the loess gravel that hits like stones hit you.

There was a dense crackling sound!

Countless tiny but powerful gravel hit him heavily.

It was like countless hail falling from the sky and hitting the eaves of the palace.

The outer robe on his body was instantly full of holes.

There was no expression on his face.

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He bowed his head.

The black beam that was broken into two pieces hit his back heavily.

Then break into more segments.

A heavy beam can kill more than a dozen people.

But he couldn't let his body tremble slightly.

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Facing Ning Que's three talismans, Xiahou only punched.

This is the peak of martial arts, especially since he is originally a powerful man in the Demon Sect, so as long as he closes his eyes, he can ignore any attacks at the level below the level of the Realm of Knowing the Destiny.

The loess that shot like gravel did not leave any traces on his face, broke into countless crossbars, rolling and moaning weakly under his feet, and he was not hurt.

There is only one eyelash that floats away from your eyes.

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To be continued...