207 If Light Was Coming (2/2)
A thunderous roar sounded inside Divine Hall.
Accompanied by the thunderous roar, the invisible flame in the Peach Mountain gradually died out.
The roar in the holiest Divine Hall was getting lower.
The faint roar lingered within it.
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In the very far southeast positioned an island.
The storm of this ocean was more terrible than the stormy sea. No fishing or merchant ships had been here before.
There had never been human footprints on this island before.
A thin Taoist in indigo was standing on a tall rock.
Terrifying waves constantly flapped the bottom of the reef, uttering thunderous sounds and making the island rock tremble. However, he seemed to feel nothing at all.
The Taoist in indigo quietly watched the depths of the sea and soaring hot fogs that were formed by submarine volcanic melting evaporation.
Suddenly, he seemed to have sensed something and looked back at a far invisible land.
After a long time, the Taoist in indigo sighed and shook his head.
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That night, fourteen Divine Priests turned into ashes in the light in the Peach Mountain.
That night, a total of three hundred people were executed in the Divine Hall of Light.
That night, Great Divine Priest of Light who had been imprisoned for fourteen years successfully escaped from West-Hill Divine Palace.
He was the first prisoner in history who could flee from You Prison at the back of the Peach Mountain.
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In winter, it was the warmest time at sunset in the Wilderness. The red sun setting over the long grasses at a long distance emitted the last light of the day. Although it could not melt the snow, it added some redness to the cheeks of travelers.
The sound of flying arrows and sound of a heavy object falling to the ground were heard in the Wilderness.
People camping here overnight heard Cat Girl's surprise shout from a distance. ”Senior Brother, your arrow skill is so good!”
Someone picked up their prey. Ning Que fed the Big Black Horse and was ready to take a break. When he passed by the horse carriage, he found Mo Shanshan was absorbed in writing by the last sunlight next to the window.
”Take care of your eyes.”
He stood by the carriage window and said kindly.
Mo Shanshan looked up at him with her cold eyes, as if he was like the air.
They had been in the Wilderness for some days. Ning Que inevitably felt kind of unhappy when he found that this girl was actually so proud as not to see himself with her eyes. He thought that he did not even care about the pride of the Tang Empire's Princess and how he could be defeated by her.
So he was also too lazy to look at her with his eyes, but squinted her writing by leaning against the window. His eyesight did not fall on the paper, but fell on her face. Then he found that her tiny round face was filled with concentration and selflessness.
One was most beautiful at the moment when one was serious. Ning Que agreed with this statement. And once he picked up the brush, he often forgot about everything around. So when he watched the girl concentrate on writing calligraphy, his feelings towars her unavoidably improved a little.
”I never expected that you were still a guy who was addicted in calligraphy. Your writting behavior is quite similar to mine.”
When Great River Kingdom boys did physical activities and were in charge of tenting and pegging, Zhuo Zhihua and other female disciples were piling firewood and cooking. When they listened to Ning Que's comment, they actually laughed out of no reason.
They covered their mouths and laughed. They looked at Ning Que, but did not tell why they laughed.
Ning Que felt a little embarrassed. In order to cover up this awkwardness, he looked up at the sky and found that a few grain-like stars appeared on the edge of the Wilderness. He looked at the sunset in another side of the sky and subconsciously lamented. ”There is still no moon.”
Inside the carriage window, Mo Shanshan put the brush on an inkstone, following his gaze, and confusedly asked, ”What nonsense?”
Ning Que slightly startled and remembered a few things. His smile gradually floated on his cheeks.
Mo Shanshan looked at his side face through the window. The breeze in the Wilderness was blowing his hair and inside his hair appeared a cute little dimple. She suddenly found that this guy had such a sincere smile at this time.
Suddenly Ning Que's palm catched the window, pushing his body moving upwards. Then he disappeared.
On the top of the horse carriage, a soft sound was heard. Mo Shanshan looked up, wondering why he did so.
In the wind of the Wilderness, Ning Que stood in the top of the horse carriage, watching the distant rising dust under the round sunset. He gradually wrinkled his brows and stretched his hand into his lips to blow a sharp whistle.
Suddenly it became quiet in the camping ground and warrior horses began to stir up.
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Accompanied by the sunset, Sangsang alone was eating nourishing noodles with fried eggs.
There was no chopped green onion in the noodles, for she did not like eating onions. The reason why she put onions in it was because someone liked.
She alone made herself up with Chenjinji Cosmetics Store's powders in front of a mirror and no longer saw someone laughing at herself beside.
She slept alone, rolling from the left to the right and from the right from the left. The bed looked a lot bigger.
On the bed, she kicked her legs and stretched her arms as she wanted and no longer worried about hitting someone.
The life of a person living in Chang'an City was very comfortable and very uncomfortable.
Sangsang lying in bed looked at the tree outside the window and the stars in the leaves, thinking about why there was no moon. What on earth was the moon that young master had said? Where was young master now?
Maybe because the bed suddenly became larger and she was not accustomed to it, Sangsang did not sleep well for a whole night like those previous days. She has been tossing until the dawn. Then she yawned and kneaded her little face to get up. She pushed the door open and went to the alley to buy a bowl of hot and sour noodles soup, and then sat on the threshold of Old Brush Pen Shop.
In the bright light of early morning, she tastelessly ate alone.
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In the southernmost frontier fortress of the Tang Empire, it was very noisy there, for numerous caravans were waiting for their entry.
There was an ordinary horse carriage well-behavedly lining up.
There was an old man with dry hair and deep eyes in the carriage, who was reposing with his eyes closed.
He opened his eyes and looked towards Chang'an, a distant city in the north. His eyes were full of gentle and majestic light.