Nightfall

The second volume of the Winter Lake Chapter 245

Sang Sang is a little maid. （_ 彩 & 虹 & 文 与 学） M

Sang Sang is no ordinary little maid.

Her memory is amazing. From the beginning of counting, she can easily remember all the numbers she has seen. This can be collectively testified by the military and civilians in Weicheng.

She is very clever, and this can be testified by Chen Pipi, who has been out of Lao Bi Zhai several times. Chen Pipi is a genius jointly certified by Haotian Daomen and Chang'an Academy.

The reason why Sang Sang often looks a little clumsy or even dull is not that her brain is really bad. In the words of Ning Que, she is just a little lazy and too lazy to think about many things.

Ning Que knows the special features of Sang Sang more than anyone in this world, such as her intelligence, her unique ability, but for the past ten years, he has never thought about it or touched it. These unusual places on Sang Sang.

This is a choice in his instinct.

Because he couldn't understand it, he picked a little baby girl in the corpse beside the barren road in Hebei County, and there seemed to be some secrets hidden in the little baby girl. He was a little afraid.

It was not until the Great Priest Guangming escaped from Xiling that he came to Chang'an City and accepted Sang Sang as a disciple. Sang Sang became the next candidate for the Great Priest Guang Ling in Ning Ling Temple. Traces, this is the chance of that little baby girl.

Destiny and secrets have appeared in front of you, so you no longer fear, you can only admit and accept. In the past six months, Ning Que no longer evaded, but began to cultivate training or explore the potential of Sang Sang in practice.

Today the thunderstorm was raging on the shore of Yanming Lake.

Sang Sang stood by the peak and held a **** umbrella, saying that he felt everything.

Two years ago, on the journey from Weicheng to Chang'an City, the old man Lu Qingchen once told Ning Que that the range of heaven and earth that the practitioner can feel when he first realized it represented the qualification of the practitioner and could even predict the future. How far can you go to the practice path.

Some practitioners can feel a pond, and some practitioners can feel a lake. When they are as strong as sword saint Liu Bai, they will feel a big river.

Ning Que felt a warm ocean, but at this point, he never told anyone, because he did n’t even believe that his own cultivation potential would be stronger than that of Jiansheng Liubai. In fact, he later practiced. Various stories on the way have proved that his feelings seem to be a bit biased.

Sang Sang said that sensing everything at this time does not mean that she is more powerful than Liu Bai, but it means something else. Only Ning Que and her two talents understand it.

"Are you trying this time?"

Sang Sang handed him the **** umbrella.

Ning Que took the **** umbrella, and there was rain between the palm and the handle.

Nian Li slowly released the sea of ​​knowledge, crossed the umbrella handle of the **** umbrella through the palm of his hand, and then quietly covered the **** umbrella with a greasy umbrella surface. And go.

Ning Que also felt a lot.

He felt the lake that was jumped up and down like boiling water hit by heavy rain. He felt the lotus leaf in the lotus field that was rattling like a drumhead. He felt the frightened frog under the lotus leaf. He felt it. The small iron cans like stones in the depths of the lake.

Ning Que looked up at the sky, the black umbrella leaned back, and the rain suddenly wet his body.

The dark clouds rolled and squeezed in the sky, and the black clouds were still black clouds. Countless rain poured down from the layers of black clouds. It looked like countless old black snakes were madly biting.

Suddenly, a very thick and straight lightning did not show any sign. It traversed the entire sky from the northwest over the city of Chang'an, instantly tearing the uneasy rain cloud.

The thunder came soon and exploded over Yanming Lake.

boom!

I don't know if it was the power of thunder and lightning, or something else happened. The water of Yanming Lake suddenly fluctuated, the water splashed around, and the lotus branch shook violently.

Ning Que looked down at the surging water surface of the lake and looked at the waves and stumps that gradually scattered towards the lake shore, and suddenly said: "Yes."

Sang Sang wiped the rain on his face and said nothing.

After that terrible lightning, the sky dome seemed to start to anger formally, one after another one after another, pressing the black cloud to the dark Changan City. The sound did not give the people in the city any breath.

Among the violent thunder, Ning Que was holding a black umbrella, looking at the north shore of Yanming Lake, saying something, but because the thunder was too loud and the rain was too violent, only he could hear it.

He pointed to the courtyard on the North Shore and said, "Start in the courtyard."

He pointed to the shaky lake and said, "Continue in the lake."

Then he looked at Sangsang and Yanming Mountain at the bottom of his feet and said, "It ends here."

Sang Sang took the **** umbrella from him and said, "You can't let him go up the mountain."

Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "I try to fight, if there is still no way to kill him in the lake, let him go up the mountain, then I go down the mountain."

Sang Sang said, "What should I do if you go down the mountain?"

Ning Que said: "You look at me on the mountain."

Sang Sang said: "I can help you."

"You must be able to help me, but that was before I went down the mountain, and I believe that many people will definitely come to see that day, such as Brother Two, so you are safe."

Ning Que finished this sentence and stepped down to the mountain.

The heavy rain in midsummer, the rough and abrupt, came clean and neat, without any reluctance, when Ning Que and Sang Sang walked to the shore of the mountain foot lake, the rain stopped.

Rain break, return to the boat.

Ning Que picked up the boat with one hand and dumped the rainwater accumulated in the cabin.

The boat roamed again on the calm Yanming Lake.

After a heavy rain, the air on the lake became very clean and fresh, the summer heat was swept away, and the breeze was filled with the sweet taste of the broken green branches.

The boat sailed into the corner of the lotus field.

Here the lotus branch is broken, the lotus is broken, the lake is turbid, and it looks very miserable.

Thunderbolt on the sky dome, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to create such a picture.

Some traces of iron **** could be seen vaguely on the broken and floating lotus leaves on the lake.

Ning Que looked at the broken lotus branches in the lake and smiled and said, "Leave the left lot ... Listen to the thunder."

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Tuyang City is located in the northeast border of Datang, Yimin Mountain, near the wilderness. Even in midsummer, it is extremely cool. After the summer, the rain is gradually increasing, but it is rare to hear thunder.

The increasing rain does not mean that here can dig the lake to plant lotus like the south. Only the general palace has lotus ponds in Tuyang City, and only a few people can see the residual lotus. Naturally, there will not be too many in this side city. People will sigh with emotion to the remnant lotus like a poet and scribe.

However, when the people in Tuyang City saw the remnant army of Datang cavalry in the meadow outside the city, they had to be shocked and even speechless.

For many years, the Datang Army has basically not suffered any losses. The northeastern frontier commanded by General Xiahou has never defeated. Why is the cavalry outside the city a remnant?

In fact, this is just a misunderstanding.

The Datang cavalry on the meadow outside Tuyang City did not defeat the battle on the wasteland, but traveled thousands of miles, the armor was stained with gray, and the horses were tired. The most important thing was that everyone ’s faces were filled with numbness. The atmosphere of decay pervades the team, so it is mistaken for a remnant army.

The reason for the numbness of the Datang soldiers is the barren man in the mountains and forests not far away.

The man's leather robe was already broken. The blood and water were mixed with dust and smeared on clothes stolen from nowhere. He looked extremely tired and might even fall at any time.

It was such a man who was seriously injured and followed the Datang Cavalry from the depths of the wasteland to the outside of Tuyang City, and he never fell.

The Datang cavalry looked at the man in the distance, his expression was numb, and there was even awe in his eyes.

In the past these days, the man has always followed the Datang cavalry and is always ready to assassinate General Xiahou in the camp. He tried 17 times and failed 17 times, but he insisted.

The Datang Cavalry did not want to kill the man, but the man used his strength and perseverance to prove that he was difficult to be killed, especially when the Tang people did not want to pay the price of jade and stone.

Sniping and anti-sniping, assault and siege, occurred continuously in this long journey, and then ended silently, the man could not kill General Xiahou.

Xiahou and his invincible cavalry could not kill the man.

Too many times, all Datang cavalry, even those most proud generals, were a little numb in the face of the powerful man who was already a beggar.

A horseshoe sounded, and the cavalry separated a road.

Xia Hou galloped, looking at Tang on the distant meadow, without any emotion on his face.

In the past days, the Datang Cavalry tried every means to lure this Mozong strongman. He almost succeeded several times, but he was eventually escaped by the other party, and Tang also had several opportunities to successfully approach. Xiahou, forced Xiahou to start a fierce battle with him.

Xia Hou was not fighting alone, he had countless cavalry as escorts, so in this continuous battle, after all Tang still had to fall in absolute disadvantage.

Now Tang has been seriously injured, there is no style of Mozong strong, more like a poor beggar, but Tang did not die, Tang still insisted on killing him.

Xiahou was also seriously injured. The armor made by the academy in his body was finally destroyed by the monster **** sword in Tang's hands, and was finally destroyed the day before yesterday.

"Tuyang City is behind me."

Xiahou looked at Tang on the distant meadow and said indifferently: "You have no chance."

Tang said: "I said you are old."

Xia Hou said: "I also said that old age and decay are meaningless to you and me."

Tang said: "The problem is that your heart is old, from the moment you decide to sue the old, you are really old, old is weak, if Tuyang City is hundreds of miles away, you will definitely die in my hands . "

Xiahou was silent and found that the other party was right.

"But I own Tuyang City ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I have countless iron riders who are loyal to me."

Xiahou said: "And you have only one person."

Tang said: "If you could understand that fighting was a human thing, or you would not have made so many mistakes, you would not be as old as now."

In midsummer, the grass grows and the eagle flies.

There were countless wounds on Tang's body, and blood was still flowing, falling on the grass, and he began to burn.

Xiahou blocked his lips with a fist and began to cough, with blood spilling from his fingers, like an injured eagle on a rock wall.

Eagles are generally called eagles.

It's just that eagles can grow old, but people can't grow old.

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