Chapter 775: Understanding And Defense (1/2)
The rain stopped.
The snow falling from the sky was also burned down and fell down no more.
The street was deathly still, with only sounds of cries could be heard.
Looking like a child who had been wronged, Chen Pipi sat on the ground and cried aloud.
He was indeed a child, from his Senior Brother, Senior Sister and his father's perspective.
The reason why he was grievously crying was very complicated. On the other hand, his father, his Senior Brother and Senior Sister knew clearly that, under such circ.u.mstances, what else could he do other than crying?
The Abbey Dean put his hands clasped behind his back and walked by him. Neither did he cast him a glance, nor did he wear any expressions on his face.
Eldest Brother sighed with emotion, ”It is also good for you to cry out. It is better to cry than to be depressed.”
While with her brows creased slightly, Yu Lian kept her eyes on the other end of the street and said, ”Since we have not died yet and the Academy has not yet perished, what is the point of crying?”
The Abbey Dean was walking slowly towards them. With the power from Haotian imbued into his body, he was becoming stronger and stronger. However, what Yu Lian had said also made a strong point. Eldest Brother and she had not died yet after all.
As long as they were alive, this war on the Snow Street will not come to an end. Then the Academy would still exist.
The Academy must trap the Abbey Dean in this long street. Only by doing so could the array center of the G.o.d-stunning Array and this Chang'an City be saved. It was a pity that Eldest Brother was not really good at fighting and instead he was good at other things.
The Pure Light scattered across the Snow Street fell down upon his simple and amiable face, along with his old cotton jacket which was filled with blood stains. He looked exactly like a butcher who had just killed the pig of the year in the countryside.
As a matter of fact, he had always been a teacher at the back of the mountain of the Academy.
Whether it was lyre playing, chess, calligraphy, and painting or array art and tonality, those Younger Brothers and Junior Sisters who held supreme positions in their respective fields were all his disciples. Consequently, he possessed capabilities in those aspects which were far beyond common people's reach.
Staring at the Abbey Dean who was walking over slowly, he naturally thought of all those things which he had got into contact frequently over these years, just like a school teacher who was always accustomed to using the chalk in his hands as a weapon when faced with difficulties.
The wind howled from the north of the city at the moment, when Eldest Brother triggered his mind and ended up causing the snow remaining on the street to fly up. He touched the ruins of the residence and the eaves that had collapsed on both sides of the street. His mind touched everything that it came across.
The tiles trembled and rang lowly, sounding like a stone bell. Broken banners of the restaurant danced in the chilly wind and gave out sounds of fizzing, which were similar to those made by a zither with broken strings. While piercing through the gaps of crumbling walls, the wind sobbed like a vertical bamboo flute.
When all these broken, sentimental and melancholic voices were combined together, a song which sounded like whimpering and confiding emerged. It came right to the front of the Abbey Dean in unceasing hidden bitterness, accompanied with its own non-melodious tones.
The Abbey Dean stopped to look across the street and pointed his fingers. He wore a slightly imposing look on his face.
Stretching his hands towards the alleys located on the roadside, Eldest Brother turned numerous allies in the southern city into chess roads crisscrossed on the chessboard. He was then the master of chess sitting beside the chessboard who cut that finger signal into countless pieces.
Flicking and rolling up his sleeves, the Abbey Dean rolled these crisscrossed chess roads into commotion and pointed once more.
Eldest Brother lost hold of the wooden rod and threw it onto the wet street in front of him.
Being ignorant of Talisman Taoism, he consequently did not inherit the G.o.d-stunning Array. However, he could take advantage of the aura of Heaven and Earth flowing in this array.
At the moment when the wooden rod fell down, the city wall which had thousands of years' legacy did not make its appearance again. Only then a light smas.h.i.+ng sound could be heard.
A slight sound was also sent out from the cloud layers hanging above Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Then came the loud blare; innumerable loud blares.
Innumerable lighting bolts wormed out from the cloud layer and then hacked down toward the long street, toward the body of the Abbey Dean.
These lightings were very intense and of extremely gigantic power. It was likely that even the Abbey Dean might get hurt should he step into the s.p.a.cial interlayers in the aura of Heaven and Earth with the Limitless State.
The Abbey Dean's figure became vague all of a sudden. A lighting struck down right at where he had originally stood. Smoke and dust pervaded all over, with burning smells looming in the air. However, the lighting failed to strike down the Abbey Dean.
Numerous lightning bolts struck down one after another. The figure of the Abbey Dean showed up once again and then disappeared. As light and distant as the cloud and the fog, he constantly swept and drifted amid the lightning flashes and thunder roaring. It was impossible for him to be captured.
Yu Lian disappeared from where she had been.
The chirping of cicadas, the raging chirping belonging to hundreds of and thousands of cicadas rang out once more on the long street.
With the storm and snow rising again, the raging chirping and loud cicada roars looming around were as fierce as the tiger in the mountain which was fighting for life.
The acc.u.mulated snow in tens of alleys was all floating up and flooded into the Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The street turned into a world of wind and snow, with the inner scene difficult to be seen through.
Only the sound of the finger signal slicing through the voidness, the sound of lighting hacking down, and the mournful chirping of cicadas could be heard.
The storm and snow were as the smoke and the dust. While the long street was a battlefield.
However powerful the lightning and the chirping of cicadas were, they were still not able to suppress down the finger signal flowing freely among the fingers.
A finger signal was as distant and remote as the abyss.
A finger signal was as vast as the grand sea.
The finger signals flowing freely could both defend and retrieve everything in the world.
The lightning's falling down was more and more slowly. The chirping of cicadas became more and more mournful.
To the Abbey Dean, this long street filled with horrifying natural power was just like a courtyard where he could walk freely.
He strolled out.
The storm and snow gradually calmed down.
The last piece of snow drifted by the side of the Abbey Dean.
Three fingers were cut off from the Abbey Dean's left hand.
Blood was dripping down upon the street.
He cast a glance at the broken finger.
The blood gradually ceased to flow. The broken finger was smooth and as crystal as jade.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped up the b.l.o.o.d.y water stained on his palm. Then he put the handkerchief back in his arms and looked across the street.