"Bacon, it takes a month of pine smoke to taste good. ”

She looked at the butcher and said the second sentence in the world. With these words, the butcher's shop became quieter, and the expressions on the faces of the drunkards and butchers were very complicated, some shocked and some confused - first praise the wine and then the bacon, in their imagination, how could such words full of human fireworks be heard from this person's mouth?

She frowned slightly, probably not expecting that she would say such a sentence, and she couldn't understand why she still remembered those meaningless things in her consciousness, and said them.

With these two sentences, the natural sound full of divine meaning emitted by her body gradually became ordinary, still ethereal and quiet, but no longer so complex and difficult to understand.

The drunkard asked her three questions, which were the three questions that he had never figured out in the fifth volume of his long life, Chapter 4 I Love the World (I), and the answers that many philosophers and priests in human history were still struggling to find until they died, and the reason why he asked her was that he hoped that she had not figured out these three questions, which seemed to be a little mundane because they appeared too many times, but were in fact still subtle, so that she could distract her a little so that he could escape again.

However, just like he sighed to himself in front of Chang'an City later, since Haotian has come to the world, how can he and the butcher not be found by her?

In fact, she didn't think about why the drunkard asked those three questions, she had already found the answers to those three questions, or those three questions didn't mean anything to her before, but they had meaning at this time, so she looked into the distance and thoughtfully with her hands.

Finally she made a decision, looked at the drunkard and the butcher, without any fluctuations, and said, "If the first question refers to the pronouns between relationships, you can call me Sangsang." ”

Her name is Sangsang, and she is Sangsang, but after she made the decision to use that name. Suddenly there was a great disgust, just like the disgust that I had said two words related to wine and meat.

Hearing this name, the drunkard and the slaughter of the fifth volume of the stroke of genius Chapter 4 I love the world (above) The husband completed the final confirmation, and the unwillingness and horror gradually subsided, turning into a bitter smile piled up with tens of thousands of years of wrinkles on his face.

The drunkard said respectfully: "I heard that you have returned to the kingdom of God, but I didn't expect you to be still in the world. ”

"There are things that need to be done," Sangsang said. ”

The butcher glanced at the drunkard, who seemed to be unaware and refused to answer as he said.

Sangsang said, "Are you two willing to act for me?"

The drunkard said in a slightly awkward voice, "It is a great honor to act for heaven. It's just that the two of us have been hiding under your eyes for tens of thousands of years. Exhausted for a long time. ”

She looked at the furnishings of the butcher's shop and said, "You two are strangers among ants, you can already fly very high, but it is really stupid to live in such a dilapidated ant den. ”

The drunkard said, "Haotian Divine Kingdom is your residence, and we dare not disturb it. ”

Sangsang said, "I give you eternal life. ”

The drunkards and butchers were silent. If faith could attain eternal life, they would have thrown themselves into the arms of the Daomen long before the last eternal night. Become the most devout believer of Haotian.

Sang Sang looked at them and said indifferently: "True immortality." ”

The drunkard and the butcher saw her eyes and could never leave.

Those eyes were transparent and beautiful. There are no impurities, there is a true starlight in the deepest depths, and each starlight is an independent kingdom of gods, in which the kingdom of gods is composed of the mesmerizing origin of the world, and there is a timeless beauty endowed by time. No matter how the world changes, it is so solemn.

What shocked them the most was that they saw the existence of self-consciousness in that kingdom of God, and with the fluctuation of self-consciousness, the perfect lines composed of rules changed into countless lights and shadows.

The drunkard and the butcher bent their knees and fell before her,

They hid from Haotian for tens of thousands of years, and were finally found by Haotian, they saw the kingdom of God that Haotian had given them, and they were sure that it was the real existence, so what else did they ask for...... Sangsang walked out of the butcher's shop, and the drunkard and butcher humbly followed her. She waved her hand, and the reins around the big black horse's neck fell like petals, separating from the carriage.

She took out the big black umbrella from the carriage and held it in her hand, turned to look at the drunkard, and said ruthlessly: "Sue him, every death in the world is a reunion after a long absence." ”

After saying this, she led the big black horse and left the town. The drunkard and the butcher stood at the door of the butcher's shop, looking at the people and horses who were gradually moving away, and did not speak for a long time, because their feelings at this time were still in extreme shock, and they even had some doubts that the qiē they saw today was fake.

Haotian's descent into the world is something that has not been recorded in all religious texts, even myths and legends. In the description of Daomen, Haotian is the beginning of all things in the world, formless, can have countless shapes, can be as big as the universe can be as small as gravel, omniscient and omnipotent, and it seems that it is not so unimaginable to turn into a white fat girl and fall into the dust, but the drunkard and the butcher still find it difficult to accept this reality, because they can't imagine that Haotian can actually have the shape of a human, because they can't imagine that they really have a conversation with Haotian.

I don't know how long it took for the drunkard and the butcher to wake up from their shock. The butcher looked at the heavy carriage and said, "It's a long way to Chang'an, this car is too heavy, and Haotian doesn't allow me to help you, so I have to work hard for you." ”

The drunkard said: "There is no resistance and no evasion, so there is no punishment, although I dare not resist but I have tried to escape, this is the punishment, the punishment I was most proud of." ”

To walk with a steel carriage as heavy as a hill, who can walk without distance?

The butcher was silent for a moment and then said: "You go to Chang'an to see the academy, look at the person named Ning Que, since Haotian values him, there must be a reason for coming, if not, kill him...... The white fat and tall girl, leading a somewhat thin black horse, walked among the mountains, forests, lakes and rivers in the world, no one knew who she was, no one knew where she came from and where she was going.

She was wearing a blue flower dress, because it was a little small, or her body was much plumper than designed, so the clothes were always very tight, and the soft but elastic curves were very clear.

She led the black horse to some places, small towns, big cities and country villages, some men occasionally cast strange glances at her body, she didn't care, some women looked at her and turned their heads in disgust, she still didn't care, no one cared about the comments of the ants.

When passing through a county town in Song Kingdom, she suddenly felt a little hungry and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.

The feeling of hunger was not foreign to her body, but it was still unfamiliar to her, and it was imbued with a lowly biology that disgusted her.

What's more, according to the calculation of the heavens that cannot go wrong, even if her body is fatter now, she needs to replenish more substances, but after drinking more than a dozen bags of mare's milk wine in the wasteland, and drinking all the thousands of barrels of wine in the wine jug of the drunkard in the town, she should not need to replenish substances for at least half a year.

Then why are you hungry? She pondered the question in silence, not noticing that she had led the black horse to the front of a noodle stall.

At this time, it was the depths of winter, the streets of the county town were covered with thin snow, and then trampled into black mud by pedestrians.

There are two stoves behind the noodle stall, and the water in the pot is already boiling, giving off the pleasant light smell of the pasta when it is cooked, and the taste of chopped coriander on the noodle stall is even stronger.

Sang Sang stood in front of the noodle stall for a while and decided to eat a bowl of noodles.

No one paid attention to her, and the stall owner didn't receive her, just like no one noticed that her ** jade feet were stepping on the black slush, but they didn't show the slightest fear of cold.

The noodle stall is very lively and noisy at this time, not because the business is too good, but because someone is making trouble here.

The stall owner had a twelve-year-old girl in charge of ramen, and a green-skinned ruffian asked her to go down, and teased that the little girl was the best to eat below, so there was this noisy dispute now, although the stall owner's father was trembling with anger, but he did not have the courage to pick up a kitchen knife to reason, and the voices of several ruffians became louder and louder.

"I want to eat noodles. ”

Sang Sang looked at the stall owner and said, her tone was a little awkward, because she felt that the matter of eating noodles was very awkward in itself, and the stall owner was even more awkward than her at this time, so she naturally ignored her.

Sang Sang was a little displeased, and said with a majestic expression: "I want to eat noodles." ”

Still no one paid attention to her, and the ruffians began to raise the stalls, and there was chaos in the field, pots and pans were thrown everywhere, and a pot full of chopped coriander fell to the ground.

Sangsang lowered her head and felt a little pity as she watched the minced coriander mixed into the black slush, and then she began to hate her own reaction, because it was a pity that this kind of love was also very lowly.

The sound of smashing became louder and louder, the stall owner was bleeding and slumped on the ground, the little girl crouched beside her father and cried incessantly, and the hooligans did not seem to have any intention of stopping.

Sangsang forgave the noodle stall owner for his disrespect, and felt that the baked cakes across the street seemed to be fragrant. However, just as she was about to leave, she heard the stall owner's painful prayers.

"God, if you have eyes, why don't you take away these crumbs!"

Sang Sang stopped and bowed his head slightly.

The big black horse looked at her, vaguely aware that he was about to witness the most famous picture in the history of religion, and couldn't help but get excited, and kept spewing white mist.

The stall owner's cursing and prayers continued, and Sangsang had no expression on his face.

She turned to look at the ruffians.

The ruffians were smashing things, and one of them was wielding a kitchen knife and slashing there, swearing incessantly and excitedly.

"Damn, even Haotian can't save you today...... This is the second chapter.,It's really hard to write.,So it's late.,There's a third chapter.,Continue to write.,Strive to come out early.,But it's estimated that it's difficult.,Anyway, I'll sleep after I'm done.。 ）rq！！！