Chapter 25 of the fifth volume of the pen of genius is the sea and the rain and the wind, and the exchanges are not unique

In the dead of night, the big black horse ran back to the Temple of Light, not daring to neigh, but kept shaking its head, the sound of hooves was extraordinarily brisk, and the dew-wet mane danced non-stop.

Suddenly, it sensed that someone was looking at it, and when it looked back, it saw the tall and fat figure in the depths of the temple, sweating like pulp in an instant, washing away the dew from its body.

Sang Sang did not punish its infidelity, walked to the railing of the terrace behind the hall, and looked at the young man who was slowly falling like a leaf between the cliffs, silent,

In the past few nights, there are clouds covering the moon, and the color of the reckless mountains in the Xiling Divine Kingdom has become a little darker, and it is very quiet, only between the cliffs below the temple, there are occasionally some very small sounds.

No one but her could hear the sounds.

From the first night, she stood by the fence and watched the scene quietly, she watched him leap from the peach blossom to the cliff, watched him fall dangerously, watched him climb up with difficulty, watched him wait night and night on the east side of the stable, watched him quietly return to the bottom of the cliff before the morning sun came.

She didn't do anything but watch in silence until this point in the night, when she saw the man on the cliff look up at the temple where she was.

She knew he was looking at herself, she knew he couldn't see herself, she could see what was in his eyes. The thing in the man's eyes is called Nian. Instead of removing a qiē thought, he was sending his thoughts somewhere else, in other words, he was sending his thoughts to the terrace of the Temple of Light.

She is the object of longing, she is Haotian, and humans like ants have no right to miss her, so she thinks that this is a great disrespect to herself, and it should even be called blasphemy.

The disgust and anger in her consciousness erupted uncontrollably again.

Just as the longing in the man's eyes burst out uncontrollably.

The wind rose from the sea of the Song Kingdom, thousands of miles away, and roared through the high and distant night firmament, and the night clouds over the Kingdom of God were shocking and uneasy, bouncing like cotton under a rope, as if they could be torn apart at any time.

The peach blossoms in the mountains and fields trembled, and I don't know how many thousands of petals were blown off by the wind, and the roofs of the temples made of gold and jade of several temples on the peach mountain began to emit the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

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The Temple of Light was far away from the peak, and no matter how good Ning Que's eyesight was, he couldn't see clearly, and even if he could see clearly, it would be impossible for him to see the tall and fat woman standing by the balcony railing. And in his imagination, if his surname is Luo, and the cliff is under the balcony, then the girl by the fence should naturally be thin and dark.

He looked at the place and smiled, took all those thoughts and thoughts of the unknown fate back into the depths of the sea of knowledge, calmed down, and continued to walk down the cliff.

At this moment, an extremely violent mountain wind whistled from high in the sky, carrying the fishy smell of sea water and fell heavily on his body, and he felt a rich clammy chill on his face, which merged with the gaze that he vaguely felt before, and immediately shattered the meditation realm he maintained!

The realm of meditation is gone, and Ning Quejie's handprints naturally disperse, and what is even more terrifying is that no matter how calm he is in the moment of danger, and even re-enters the realm of meditation, his hands cannot form handprints again.

The night wind was so cold and so fierce that it howled and blew violently around his body, and whenever he was about to make a handprint, it would blow his handprints away!

The true mudra of the Buddha Sect could no longer play a role, and there was no connection between Ning Que and the cliff, and he was blown by a strong wind and fell into the abyss, not like a fallen leaf at this time, but more like a stone.

This time the fall was even more terrifying than the first night's fall, just in a breath, he fell hundreds of feet between the cliffs, and the speed became faster and faster!

He fell into the deep night fog, Haotian no longer favored him, and the next moment he might be shaken out by the cliff, and there was no place to start, he directly broke through the fog and was thrown to his death.

Before the desperate situation, Ning Que made the toughest and quickest reaction, with a muffled snort, the Haoran Qi in his body was released violently without hesitation, and his hands suddenly reached forward, like two sharp knives, stabbing fiercely into the hard cliff! Only two shattering sounds were heard, and the arm as hard as iron cut a hole about two zhang long in the cliff, and finally stopped the falling momentum, allowing him to stop on the cliff.

He did not get out of the desperate situation, although he was now clinging to the cliff tightly, but he could no longer maintain the Buddhist meditation state of mind, the eye-touching array on the cliff began to attack his eyes and the sea of knowledge, he could only endure the sharp pain in his eyes and the giant * in the sea of knowledge, desperately clinging to the cold cliff.

Something even stranger happened, the Dao power that he had once detected in the clouds and mist on the mountainside of the cliff swam over like a snake, and in a very short period of time, it covered the surface of his body.

Ning Que endured the pain in the sea of consciousness, and released his mental power to perceive, but he couldn't confirm what those wisps of power were, and when he looked at them with the naked eye, he found that those were just wisps of mist.

Swirling between the cliffs of Momoyama, the mist that was responsible for blocking the secluded pavilion naturally could not be a simple mist, those wisps of mist seeped into his clothes strangely, and then continued to seep into his body, no blood flowed out, but he felt a clear pain and a clear cutting feeling, with the invasion of the fog, he felt as if he was cutting countless sharp knives endlessly.

At this moment, Ning Que was in awe of the viewer in the battle of Chang'an to the extreme, because of him

I finally understood what it was like to be stabbed by thousands of people, and what kind of pain it was.

Then something even more incredible happened, as his hands went deep into the cliff, this cliff that had not been touched for countless thousands of years suddenly moved.

No one can see the vibration of the cliff, not even Ning Que, who is close at hand, no one can hear the sound of the cliff shaking, and Ning Que's ears can't hear it, but his heart can hear it.

The cliff vibrated in a soothing rhythm, and the vibration carried down his hands between the walls, to his body, to his sea of consciousness, and finally to his heart.

Ning Que's body began to shake uncontrollably, the clothes on his body were shaken out of the remnants of the Dao Dao, as if an earthquake had occurred in the depths of his sea of consciousness, the waves on the sea became more ferocious, and the most terrifying thing was that his heart was beating very strong and powerful, and it seemed that it could burst into countless petals at any time.

The peach mountain cliff turned into a huge war drum, shaking silently between heaven and earth, and Ning Que on the drum surface, whether it was fallen leaves or stones, would be shattered physically and mentally by this war drum!

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There are two large arrays on the cliff where the pavilion is located, one is called "Shocking" and the other is called "Shocking", which together is shocking, and can make all the enemies who come to attack be shocking.

Ning Que felt as if 10,000 swords were constantly stabbing his eyes, and 10,000 drums were ringing in his body, and his heart could be broken at any time!

If it weren't for the experience of these few nights, he would definitely not be able to survive this time, if it weren't for the fact that his body was as hard as iron and stone inside and out, I was afraid that he would vomit blood and die long ago!

Rao's face turned unusually pale and painful beyond words, and what really made him unbearable was the wisp of night mist that swirled around his body and beyond.

Those night fogs were not condensed by the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, but the Dao Gate used the means of reaching the heavens to refine the grievances of countless prisoners who had died unjustly in the Hidden Pavilion for thousands of years into a formation to guard the Hidden Pavilion!

The prisoners who are qualified to be imprisoned in the Hidden Pavilion, many of them are strong people with great magical powers, how strong their mental power is during their lifetime, how terrible their resentment is, and after death, the two are fused and cultivated by the Daomen formation, every wisp of mist is a sharp blade full of negative feelings such as all kinds of misery in the world, unwilling to resent, etc., extremely powerful, otherwise how could it be possible to lock up a figure like Wei Guangming for more than ten years?

No matter how strong Ning Que's willpower is, he can support himself under the shocking pain, but he can't resist the cutting of these tens of millions of angry blades, he is not a powerful and invincible viewer after all.

His heart was beating faster and faster, the cliff in front of him was becoming more and more blurred, the blood was flowing from the corners of his lips more and more, his consciousness was getting more and more scattered, but the pain was still so clear.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hands from the cliff, willing to escape from this terrifying cliff and clouds at the cost of falling to death, suddenly a light appeared in front of his eyes.

He thought he was hallucinating, but the next moment, he found that it was not an illusion, and the cold and dark cliff in front of him really became brighter!

The night clouds over Momoyama were blown away by a hurricane from the storm sea thousands of miles away, revealing the moon in its perfect state, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down on the mountains and fields, falling on the cliff and his body.

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On the terrace of the Temple of Light, Sang Sang held his hands and looked at the bright moon in the night dome, his ordinary face looked a little pale, and he didn't know if it was due to weakness or other reasons.

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The moonlight had no heat, and when it fell on Ning Que's body, he felt that warmth seeped into his body from the surface of his body, and even the heart that was beating violently became a lot quieter.

The clouds and mist that swirled between the cliffs were dispersed by the moonlight, and he took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to calm down and re-enter the realm of meditation, and his right hand went out to recite the mudra, and he was ready to leave.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the stone window on the cliff beside him.

He had seen this stone window on the opposite cliff that day, but there were clouds and mist on the cliff from time to time, and there was a formation to cover it, so he did not observe it carefully. At this time, the clouds were dispelled by the moonlight, and he re-entered the realm of meditation, and he saw the stone window, and the people in it.

At this moment, Ning Que should have hurried to leave this terrifying cliff, but looking at the stone window, he knew that it was impossible for him to leave.

Because the man in the stone window was a young fat man.

The man's cheeks, which had become thinner, were rounded again because of the good food in the pavilion.

He looked at Ning Que outside the stone window, speechless in surprise.

His eyes are still so clean, his expression is still so amiable, and when he is surprised, he is still like back then, and his mouth is big enough to swallow Tang Xiaotang's fist.

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(About the role contest: I don't know how Ye Hongyu was classified as the best actor, I'll ask tomorrow, about the photo, Sang Sang really can't find a suitable photo, the current Sang, I'm writing according to Ai Shinozaki, well, of course, it's fatter than her, and it's not so delicate, the current Sang is a tall white fat ordinary girl, please remember.) It's still two chapters tomorrow, but the update will still be late, so please vote for a few more recommendations. (To be continued)