Volume 2: Winter Lake Chapter 291: Destiny, Sangsang sings to Winter Lake

Sangsang’s right hand was in the cold night wind. (《》)

A ray of light appeared on the belly of her index finger, and the light suddenly became round and turned into a weak flame. The color of the flame was extremely white, without a trace of impurities, and exuded a holy smell.

Immediately afterwards, this kind of holy flame also appeared in the pads of her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger at the same time, illuminating her little black hands and making them extremely white.

These holy flames are the Haotian Divine Brilliance.

The divine brilliance of Haotian between her fingers swayed when the night wind blew it.

More holy divine flames seeped out from the gaps in the fabric of her brand-new clothes, from her slightly dark face, from the ends of her slightly yellow hair, covering her thin body, and she held it in her hand.

The big black umbrella in her left hand seemed to sense something, and it slowly closed in the absence of wind, leaving silence beside her legs.

The cliffs of Yanming Lake shine brightly.

Sangsang shines brightly.

It was as if endless Haotian divine light erupted from her thin body, instantly illuminating the snow-covered mountain cliff in front of her, the messy snow lake under the cliff, and the broken wells and ruins on the other side of the lake.

It lights up the snow bridge reeds on the west bank, and the snow monks in the winter forest on the east bank, lighting up the entire city of Chang'an.

The holy and blazing light shoots into the sky from the banks of Yanming Lake and spreads to every corner of Chang'an City. The deep night seems to usher in a solemn sunrise, as bright as day.

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On the cliff beside Yanming Lake.

The Haotian Shenhui outside Sang Sang's body seemed to have no temperature at all, because her hair was not curled and her clothes were not burnt, but the flames that had become blazingly burning seemed to be really burning.

The blood stained on her clothes was burned away without leaving a trace, and all the dirt and snow stained on her shoes turned into smoke and drifted away. All the dirt was purified, turning into something more transparent than clean.

Just as transparent as her person.

One day in the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the old man who escaped from the Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City. He bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, poured half of the bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and stained his cotton-padded jacket.

I saw a dark and thin girl in the old pen shop in Lane 17, and I never wanted to leave again.

The old man looked at her, followed her, told her that opportunity was bright, taught her what he had learned throughout his life without any secret, and said with emotion, I have never seen a more transparent existence than you.

So Sangsang is transparent.

Therefore, the Haotian divine radiance emanating from her body has no loss or refraction, and is as holy and pure as the original divine radiance.

There are those who have devoted themselves to Taoism in the Xiling Temple and have mastered the Haotian divine art. For example, Taoist madman Ye Hongyu is proficient in this art. However, no one in the Taoist sect can cast the Haotian divine brilliance purer than Sangsang.

Because she is the descendant of light.

She is the daughter of light.

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Under the pure white light, the reeds beside the West Bank Bridge seem to turn into beautiful objects carved from white jade.

Ye Hongyu held the railing tightly and looked at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She knew that Sang Sang knew magic and had also discussed each other with the little maid, but she never knew that Sang Sang could do magic.

The true magical ability is actually so strong. The Holy Temple

It should have been late at night at this time, and she could not borrow the brilliance of Haotian. She could not understand at all how Sangsang could emit so much light. Although she knew that she was the only descendant of the God of Light in the world, the Xiling Temple wanted to invite her back to Taoshan.

She still couldn't understand him.

No one understood the brightness beside Yanming Lake at this time, including Ye Su who was standing on the city wall, but he did not try to understand the scene he saw in front of him like his sister did.

Looking at the divine light that illuminated the night sky and feeling the atmosphere there, the face of this Zhishou Temple successor was filled with a look of pious yearning and shock and confusion, and he murmured: "What a pure light."

The senior brother standing next to Ye Su was also looking in the direction of Yanming Lake. He did not move or smile. Instead, his expression was particularly solemn, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

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Under the snow bridge outside the military camp, the soldiers of the Yulin Army and the practitioners at Tianshu looked at the direction of Yanming Lake in bewilderment and shock. The light clearly illuminated the emotions on their faces.

Xu Shi looked up at the beautiful light reflected by the black clouds in the night sky. His movements seemed particularly heavy, and his wrinkled old cheeks were filled with questions.

Second Senior Brother, who was sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge, had his head lowered most of the time from day to night. At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at the light at Yanming Lake, showing a rare and sincere smile.

Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle."

Although this is not a miracle created by the academy, a miracle is a miracle. After Master Yan Se and the Great Priest Guangming died together, the second senior brother climbed up to the Wuming Mountain and watched the little maid carrying the ashes into the urn. He felt pity in his heart, but for some reason he always

I feel that miracles will definitely happen to the little maid in the future.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to argue and argue with his most respected senior brother.

Tonight he finally saw the miracle happening to Sangsang, so he began to smile.

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In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, Qinian's body is covered with thousands of snowflakes like cicada wings, looking like a Buddha statue carved from ice and snow. No matter how fierce the battle on the snowy lake was previously, the Buddha always walked

Remaining silent and guarding his heart, he resisted the man behind the cicada sound and calmly waited for the result.

When Haotian Shenhui appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a thin layer of snow fell from his eyelids. Many complicated emotions appeared in his gentle but determined eyes.

Those emotions are compassion, peace, struggle, and ultimately admiration.

The cicadas that had been chirping faintly in the winter forest also changed at this time. The rhythm of the cicadas strangely showed the emotion of indifference and disgust, but the tone seemed somewhat satisfied.

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The pavilions outside the Snow Palace of the Royal Palace.

Li Qingshan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, looked at the light that suddenly illuminated the night sky in the south. His right hand that was stroking his beard suddenly trembled and pulled out several long beards. There was an incredible look on his face.

Master Huang Yang, who was standing next to the snow clock, looked in the direction of Yanming Lake, opened his lips slightly, and his sigh turned into a compassionate chant, and his palms seemed to slap on the clock face unconsciously.

The thin snow on the ancient clock cracked inch by inch and slid down to the ground along the clock face.

The melodious and solemn sound of the bell spreads into the distance in the dark night like day. (《》)

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At this time, the world in Sangsang's eyes was white.

Pure and flawless white.

That is the color of light.

Her eyes did not stay in those pure divine worlds, but looked silently at the figure on the snowy lake, feeling the message conveyed by the power of thought.

That thought power was desperately summoning, looking so greedy, so hungry, and even a little panicked, like a devil that wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

Sang Sang clearly felt this meaning, but she did not panic. Amidst the blazing Haotian divine light, she calmly opened her spiritual world to Ning Que, who was on the other side of her mind.

Certain consciousness has long become Sang Sang's instinct. Her spirit, her flesh and blood, her brilliance, her life, everything about her are hers and Ning Que's. She can be with her without hesitation.

He shares it, or dedicates it to him. In that case, why should we be afraid? Where can we panic?

She is Ning Que's life, and Ning Que is her life, so I will give you as much as you want, even everything. I will give you whatever you want, even life.

If the relationship between a practitioner and his or her life is that of bosom friends, Ning Que and Sang Sang are the first-class bosom friends in the world. They are not mountains and rivers, but pots and pans. Their joys, sorrows and joys are connected, their minds are connected, their life and death are connected, they

There is no need to try to understand each other, they understand each other naturally.

If the relationship between a practitioner and his or her life is close, Ning Que and Sang Sang are the two closest people in the world. They have eaten and slept together since childhood, slept together in the hot summer, and shared fur to keep warm in the cold winter. They will know you when they raise their eyebrows.

You write proudly with a tree branch, and when you smile, you will know that your hand was cut by a cut edge while washing the dishes.

If there really is destiny, then fifteen years ago, Haotian asked them to meet in Hebei County, where they were starving for thousands of miles, and then they began to live and die together. They had lived and died together, and they will continue to live and die together. This is fate.

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It seems that all this has been destined for some time.

There seems to be a way to connect them.

At this time, Sangsang's Haotian divine brilliance burning with life will be transmitted to that person along the dark passage.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became clear and quiet.

In the light, Sangsang's face was as white as snow and his brows were furrowed. He seemed to be in great pain, but there was a smile on his face.

The blazing Haotian divine radiance on her body suddenly condensed into a beam and shot down the cliff, forming a bridge of light, connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.

The endless Haotian divine light passed through this light bridge and passed through the cold wind on the snow lake, and was continuously fed into Ning Que's body, causing the simple sword he was holding to shine brightly!

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The divine brilliance of Haotian that hit his face caused Xiahou's eyes to shrink suddenly. However, in a very short moment, they were burned until they gradually turned yellow, revealing an expression of shock and fear.
To be continued...