The black carriage seemed to travel all over the world, in the Northern Wasteland, on the Hot Sea, at the port of the River Kingdom, in the Song Dynasty, at the Xiling Temple, and at the foot of the Sword Mountain. Finally, it came to the Tang Dynasty and stopped at the south of Chang'an City.
On an official road.
The people of Chang'an City were no strangers to the carriage of Mr. 14th Academy, but the people seemed to have not noticed the carriage and continued talking and walking on the official road as usual.
Ye Chao got out of the car and looked at the low mountain in the southern suburbs.
The low mountain is lush and green, and there is an academy on the top of the mountain. Standing on the official road, you can feel the warm wind blowing from there.
The master also got out of the car at this time. He looked at Ye Chao and asked, "Go back and take a look?"
Ye Chao shook his head and said: "We didn't say anything when we left. If I go back to say goodbye to them, Third Senior Sister and Fifth Senior Sister will beat me to death."
The master showed some tenderness in his expression and said: "I am very tall, so I should be the one to resist if the sky falls."
Ye Chao's expression became angry. He glared at the Master and said in a very loud voice: "Although you are very tall, I don't think you are much shorter than you. Besides, if the sky is falling, how can one person be able to hold on like this?
Don't say anything anymore."
In the carriage, Sangsang looked confused. She didn't understand why the twelfth senior brother, who had always been gentle, would talk to the master so angrily, so she looked at the young master.
Ning Que's expression was very unnatural. Along the way, the teacher had been telling him something about Haotian, and the twelfth senior brother had been emphasizing that the so-called Pluto did not exist, so he vaguely guessed what the two were thinking.
What to do.
He glanced at Sangsang, who was much whiter than before, and said in a soft tone: "It's okay, I'll go down and take a look."
Under the carriage, the master was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Ye Chao looking at the low mountain in a daze.
Ning Que didn't say anything, but stood beside Ye Chao, looking at the low mountain with him.
"I thought that after I had figured out some things, or had experienced a lot, I would be able to face everything calmly, but when things were about to come, I realized that there would still be waves that should have happened."
"This guy is fucking trouble!"
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Upstairs in the old bookstore, the quiet-looking girl was copying old books as usual, and the small regular script with hairpins on the paper was just like her, quiet and gentle.
At some point, she raised her head and looked at an empty table somewhere. She paused with the thin silk brush in her hand, and then the pen holder broke off.
There were ripples in her eyes, which were always so plain, and two tears fell down her fair face.
"When you come back, I will beat you to death."
Somewhere in the back mountain, the seventh senior sister was sewing clothes in the attic near the lake with a smile on her face. It was a bright red robe, the same style and size as the white brocade clothes she had made before. At a certain moment, she suddenly
He threw away the clothes in his hands and looked up at the wardrobe that had been opened at some point.
The fifth senior brother and the eighth senior brother who like to play chess seemed to be quarreling and arguing. The fifth senior brother punched the chessboard in half, and the eighth senior brother chopped the chessboard into pieces with one kick.
Wang Chi stood up on the lounge chair in the middle of the flower field and looked at the two flowers that had been picked without saying a word for a long time.
The Ninth Senior Brother and the Tenth Senior Brother did not play music as usual, but looked at the blue sky in a daze.
In the blacksmithing room, the fourth brother was scribbling on a piece of paper. The armor that had been drawn on the paper had already turned into a mass of dark ink. The sixth brother fiercely used a huge hammer to smash a newly forged iron sword.
It was smashed into a ball of scrap metal again.
In a certain wooden house, Dahei looked out the window silently, and the little sparrow lay on its head and looked out the window silently.
Tang Xiaotang was laughing at first, but after feeling a certain aura move away, she picked up the half-eaten peach of the little sparrow and ate it fiercely.
On the back cliff, Li Manman was coughing and drinking. He had only drank twice, once in Jiange and once now.
Jun Mo looked up at the sky and held the wooden sword tightly.
The black carriage on the official road in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City disappeared without knowing when, and no one knows where it went.
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There is a river on the grassland. This river starts from the wilderness, flows to the Tang Dynasty, passes through the Southern Jin Dynasty, and finally flows into the South China Sea at Longkou Port of the Song Dynasty.
A black carriage crushed countless green grass into long green streaks and finally stopped at the river beach.
The turbid river water mixed with countless silt seemed to become quiet at this moment, and the howling wind on the grassland also stopped roaring at this moment.
Ye Chao stepped out of the carriage, and then placed the wooden stool hanging on the shaft of the carriage on the grass. The Master walked out, and Sangsang and Ning Que walked out.
The white clouds in the sky looked exceptionally white, just like the thick clouds that had gathered in the wilderness that day.
Several people were silent, and there was only the sound of gentle sloshing water.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Que looked at Master and Ye Chao and asked, "Are you sure?"
Ye Chao shook his head.
The master said: "If you haven't really fought, how can you be sure?"
Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then asked: "If we can't beat him, will the teacher and senior brother come back?"
Only after asking, he realized that this sentence was stupid. If he couldn't defeat him, how could Haotian let go of his twelfth senior brother and teacher who wanted to kill him?
Suddenly, Sangsang's eyes became extremely bright. She looked up at the white clouds and said, "I'm not sure either, especially with Twelve, an outsider who walked in through the gate of the world."
After saying that, she flew away from the grass and came to the turbid river. Her figure gradually became taller and her thin figure gradually became plump.
The short hair that originally hung on her shoulders suddenly grew longer and became transparent, like thin lines condensed by countless Haotian divine radiances. At this time, her expression was no longer as frightened as when she got off the car, just like the scene in the wasteland half a year ago.
The eyes of the god in the sky who came out of the Kingdom of God were indifferent.
Ning Que hasn't been able to figure out a question these days, or maybe he doesn't dare to think about it. Sang Sang is rumored to be the daughter of Pluto. However, the twelfth senior brother said that Pluto does not exist, and the teacher said that Haotian is Pluto. So who is Sang Sang?
What?
Until Sangsang flew off the ground, he no longer had to think about this problem.
He felt his heart being torn into pieces, and he began to cry out in pain, wanting to reach out and snatch Sangsang back just like he did in the wilderness.
Ye Chao, who was standing next to him, shook his head, put his arm around his shoulders, and said softly: "Master and I have gone, please stay here and wait for us to come back."
Ning Que knew that he and the teacher were not the only ones the twelfth senior brother was talking about, but how could it be possible for both of them to come back, no matter how perfect the ending was?
He wanted to say something, but he saw Sangsang flying into the sky, and his teacher and twelfth senior brother also flew into the sky, and he could do nothing but struggle on the green grass, roaring, and letting his tears wet him
own face.
(I have been writing this chapter from noon to now. It has been very laborious. It seems that I am still not satisfied, but Xiaozhi can only write to this extent.)