913 Her Image (1/2)
Sangsang never gave the impression of being wise, and she appeared to be a little slow in some aspects even though she was Haotian. Racking her brains to G.o.d's Plan, she was best at mathematical inferencing and had difficulties dealing with the trivial matters of daily life.
However, it didn't mean that she was actually slow. As long as she was willing to put her mind to it, she could reason out the abominable truth hidden in Ning Que's words.
Ning Que was very clear about this, so he continued to say before she reasoned out, ”It's even more ridiculous that you named me as the monarch of the Great River Kingdom.”
Sangsang asked, ”Why is it ridiculous?”
Ning Que answered, ”It's unrealistic. Even if the Great River Kingdom were to not dare to oppose your will under the pressure of fearing the Divine Hall of West-Hill, we have to return to Chang'an one day.”
Sangsang said without any expressions, ”When did I say I want to go to Chang'an?”
Ning Que sighed in his mind and then said, ”But we can't stay in Great River Kingdom forever.”
Sangsang said, ”If you don't want to be the monarch, then just give the throne away when you leave.”
Ning Que thought about it and said, ”That will do.”
G.o.d knew how many b.l.o.o.d.y conflicts were caused by the throne of a country in the human world. However, for Sangsang and Ning Que, the throne was no different than a toy. Ning Que said that all the things on earth were trivial in Sangsang's eyes, and he was right from this point of view.
Strolling out of the palace, they were getting farther away from the flower trees. Sangsang looked at the lonely flower tree in the corner of the Imperial City and said, ”I just don't want to see this tree cut off.”
Ning Que knew that she was explaining why she had helped him break down the Splash-Ink that was casted by the Sage of Calligraphy, but he couldn't help but smile. She was just as unyielding and sensitive as before even after becoming Haotian.
He didn't want to discuss the issue further and force Sang Sang to say that she cared about him, which might make Sangsang turn shame into anger. Therefore, he changed the subject.
”I saw you put a cloud on the branch on the way here and I found it amazing, but what Sage of Calligraphy did was even more magical.”
”His name is Calligraphy w.a.n.g now. Besides, the clouds he collected are dirty.”
”You can guarantee that the clouds you collected are clean?”
”All my clouds are coming from the middle of the Storm Sea of the Song Kingdom thousands of miles away. There are no human traces or dust pollution, so it's absolutely clean.”
”I don't feel that it's so low-carbon and environmentally friendly.”
”Don't say any word from your world.”
”Why?”
”Because I don't like it.”
While talking, they walked out of the palace and came to the royal road covered with red leaves. The big black horse looked down and sniffed the faint smell in the maple leaves. Looking into the distance, Ning Que suddenly did not know where to go.
”Where should we go?” Ning Que looked at Sangsang and asked.
Sangsang answered, ”Mogan Mountain.”
Ning Que went silent for a moment and asked, ”Why?”
Sangsang stared at him quietly and then said, ”Don't you want to go there?”
Ning Que answered without thinking, ”Indeed I don't.”
Staring at his eyes, Sangsang said, ”I know what you are thinking.”
Ning Que said, ”Then I've got nothing to say.”
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Mogan Mountain was verdant and beautiful, just a few miles away from Jingdu. Ning Que and Sangsang saw the lake on the mountainside at sunset.
The cottage on the sh.o.r.e of the lake was decorated with lanterns and colored hangings to welcome the upcoming wedding. It seemed to be quite lively, but no sound could be heard. The Ink Fountain was very quiet, and even the lotuses floating on the lake found the situation odd and faced to the cottage curiously.
Ning Que and Sangsang walked toward there but didn't see any guests or disciples along the way. Ning Que sensed the situation to be a little weird.
Approaching the gate of the cottage, he pushed the door open, and several lights of sword flied at him.
The sword's will was fierce and decisive. It was the famous Windward Chop of Black Ink Garden!
Facing the fierce lights of sword, Ning Que kept calm and said, ”It's me.”
The lights of sword were restrained immediately, and the three slender Xiu Swords stopped in front of his eyebrows. Seeing Ning Que, the women who held the swords were surprised and cried out.
”Ning Que!”
”Mr. Thirteen!”
”Master Ning!”
Not only the three women who held the swords, but at least a dozen disciples of Black Ink Garden recognized him and cried out surprisedly. They called him by different names due to their old habits.
Ning Que was very familiar with the female disciples of the Black Ink Garden since they had journeyed together to the Wilderness and fought against mounted gangsters and the Yuelun Kingdom in the past. Although they haven't seen each other in a long time, their friends.h.i.+ps remained the same as before.
Ning Que walked into the cottage in smile and saw Mo Shanshan.
She wore a cotton white dress, standing next to a fine yellow horse with a bag on its back. It seemed like she was ready for a long journey instead of a wedding.
Looking at her, Ning Que had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.
The big black horse Ning Que was holding was much more direct. Looking at its former mistress, the horse opened the thick lips and revealed the big white teeth, whinnying cheerily toward her.