Ning Que recalled some of the wonderful things that had happened yesterday morning, including the pain of those fantasies he had experienced when he was unconscious on the street, but not dreams. The great power of the cultivator has been fully demonstrated in the lakeside villa. Even if he had brought all three waves with him that day, he wouldn't have beaten his opponent. As for the misery on the streets, it is really dangerous. If it weren't for Haotian's gift, he wouldn't have survived, and he wouldn't even have been given such a lucky opportunity.

He firmly believes that Haotian has his own reasons for bringing him into this world, so he doesn't think he will die for any reason. This belief sustained him through the most difficult periods of his childhood, as well as every critical moment of life and death. For him, the big black umbrella beside Sangsang's bed...... It is a gift from Haotian.

The big black umbrella looked ordinary, and there was nothing special about it other than its vastness.

However, if it weren't for the most critical moment in the fierce battle in the early hours of yesterday morning to protect him from the damage of the invincible flying sword, if it weren't for helping him stay away from Yan Suqing's lifelong cultivation of sword intent, Ning Que would have died a long time ago.

The story of obtaining the Big Black Umbrella is not unusual, just like the situation in which he found Sangsang.

Many years ago, Ning Que held a baby girl and walked on the official road. It seemed that it was going to rain, and he happened to see the discarded black umbrella on the side of the road, so he picked it up.

When the little boy held the thick handle of the big black umbrella, nothing strange happened. For example, there was no heavy rain after the dark clouds; There is no staggering in the Minshan Mountains in the distance; Much of the smoke did not rise into the sky; There is no golden armor to break out from the clouds and say a lot of nonsense, etc.

He was not frugal as a child, so after that rainy season, he was ready to throw away the black umbrella because it was dirty. No matter how much it is washed, it will not become clean. Moreover, it was too heavy and cumbersome for him, as he had to hold the baby girl and the umbrella as he fought over food, which was distributed by officials with the barbarian tribes that migrated south due to the drought of the steppe.

However, the wonderful thing is that when the umbrella is not found in his arms, little Sangsang always starts crying. Probably she slept with that big black umbrella for a long time. And no matter what Ning Que did, she didn't stop crying, and even the stolen candy had no effect. He had no choice but to pick up the big black umbrella again.

Since then, many experiences in the past few years have proved that Sang Sang's crying and Ning Que's decision are absolutely clever. The seemingly ordinary big black umbrella gradually revealed its particularity when hunting with those old hunters or hunting alone.

It is unclear what the greasy fabric of the umbrella is made of. With the special quality of not being at all afraid of the burning of fire and the cuts and stabs of the sword, it saved Ning Que and Sangsang in several situations. As a result, they can survive steep mountains and this dangerous world. They owe it a lot.

Ning Que and Sang Sang have been with this umbrella for many years. It's just that they have long regarded it as a very important partner in their lives, and Sang Sang said that sentence at the gate of Chang'an, "Where there is an umbrella, there is you and me."

In addition to being completely unafraid of the burning of fire and cuts and stabs of the sword, the large black umbrella has many features. Although it can't be discovered for the time being, Ning Que firmly believes that this umbrella needs to be explored slowly.

The battle that took place yesterday morning was the same as the most dangerous battlefields of the past 10 years. At the last moment of life and death, he instinctively gave his life completely to the big black umbrella, and as it turned out, the big black umbrella did not disappoint him. At the same time, he discovers another secret of the umbrella.

It can make the invincible flying sword lose all its power, and it can make the cultivation of the Sword Saint impossible to break through in his life, which is beyond the original physical defense characteristics it has shown before. It entered another wonderful state. Ning Que even vaguely felt that the big black umbrella could probably restrain the ability of all cultivators!

It can be impeccable and impermeable, which can also be explained by its fabric, made of some rare materials. But if his reasoning is correct, then what kind of justification can be used to explain all this?

The big black umbrella, lying quietly next to Sangsang's little black face, was just a lifeless object, unable to speak or move. However, in Ning Que's eyes, the greasy surface it tightly bound began to release a mysterious and cold aura, and then that aura disappeared in an instant when he looked closely.

Generally speaking, humans instinctively feel fear when faced with mysterious things, but Ning Que didn't have it at all, because the cultivation world he stayed in was full of heaven and earth qi and many magical legends, and he himself was the most mysterious participant. Besides, the umbrella that had been used as a shelter from the wind and rain, as a pillow and shield since childhood, had become an indispensable part of his and Sangsang's lives, so they would not be afraid of it.

"What... Are you the hell?

Before he recovered from his serious injury, he was hit by the surprise and happiness of vertigo, except for a few glasses of wine, Ning Que already felt sleepy. Then he fell asleep, looked at the big black umbrella, and subconsciously hugged Sangsang into his arms through the thin sheets.

"Smack!" The cattail leaf fan fell to the ground with a slight sound.

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As night fell, the sun hung over the silent wilderness with a dim light. The temperature around is very low. A piece of darkness in its purest and most extreme form spreads from afar and will soon take over the entire world.

The silence of the wilderness does not mean that there are no human beings there. On the contrary, there are a lot of people of all kinds. They looked at Ning Que instead of looking up at the sky, their eyes full of hope, contempt, doubt, and mixed emotions.

Ning Que knew that he was starting to dream again. Those dreams of the sea when he wasn't meditating were a continuation of that terrible dream during the journey. Although he knew he was in a dream, he still felt cold, as if the eyes of those he faced in the wilderness, whatever their emotions, at least concealed some subtle hostility.

Darkness crept into the wilderness, and half of the sky was covered in pure night. At this moment, a thunderous sound sounded, and then instantly spread throughout the world.

Many in the wilderness were shaken by the thunder. They fell to the ground, miserable and miserable. For those who were still standing, their expressions suddenly disappeared, as if they were lifeless statues, looking up at the sky again and looking at the place where the thunder sounded.

The holy light instantly illuminated the entire firmament.

Above the towering firmament, in the brightest and most central position of the Divine Glory, is a very large golden door. Slowly opened, a huge golden dragon could be faintly seen, poking its head out indifferently.

The thunder was the sound of the door opening.

Waking up from a dream at night, Ning Que wiped the sweat from his forehead. While sitting on the bed, he looked at the sleeping Sangsang beside him, subconsciously stretched out his fingers and gently stroked her frowning eyebrows, and then fell into deep thought.

There is no point in reflecting on this strange and terrible dream. After a moment of silence, he left the contents of the dream behind him, not even willing to memorize it. He stood up and poured a cup of cold tea and drank it slowly. Listening to the noise coming from the narrow alleys behind the courtyard, he knew it was still early and people were still enjoying the shade.

"What he sees is the reflection of the Origin Qi in the natural world in his heart, and the purer this cultivator's meditative mind, the farther the range of Yuan Qi he can sense."

During the day he was too excited, but now he is completely calm. Thinking of the argument of the old man Lu Qingchen on the road, he found that he had forgotten the most important question - how much heaven and earth qi did he feel when he entered the state of first knowledge, rain, or stream, or shallow pool, or a river, or ...... Ocean?

This is not the first time he has entered an initial state of consciousness. He didn't know if the qi sensed by the Heaven and Earth Realm could still be regarded as a real projection. After thinking for a while, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes, calmly placed his hands on his knees, and re-entered the meditation state, transmitting his thoughts to the Qi Sea Snow Mountain, and then scattered all over his body.

After a few moments, his cautious meditation in the spiritual world had transitioned to the perceptual state of the real world. He opened his eyes and stretched out his right hand into the air, as if trying to catch the faint light of the candle. Speaking of which, he confirmed once again that he could clearly feel the scent in the eaves, walls, and air. In addition, he shockingly confirmed his feelings......