770 Changsan, the Falling Snow (2/2)

He remembered the battle on the snow lake.

Sangsang stood in the storm and snow holding the Big Black Umbrella singing to the snow lake.

If Sangsang were still there, if the Big Black Umbrella were still there, if the iron arrows were still there, he was confident that even if he could not remove the blockage in Chang'an, he could kill the man with the help of the God-stunning Array.

But Sangsang had already died.

The courtyard across the lake hasn't turned its light on for many days.

The people the imperial court sent to the Sishui River reported that the Big Black Horse and horse carriage had vanished.

He must find the word that can put the power of humanity into motion.

Snowflakes continued to fall.

Eyelashes fell.

His face was pale and his cheeks were flushed, making him look extremely unhealthy.

He looked calm, but deep down he was anxious and exhausted to the extreme.

He couldn't find the word. He couldn't write the talisman.

Master Yan Se spent his whole life looking for that talisman. If he couldn't find it, how could Ning Que?

Ning Que sighed, white fog escaped from his mouth.

He raised his finger, and continued to write in search of the word.

He wrote in the white mist, in the falling snow, and on the gradual snowy ground.

His hands trembled. They became heavier and heavier.

The Two-Horizontal Talisman strokes became crooked at times.

It was snowning in Chang'an.

It was the first snowfall in the 18th year of the Tianqi era.

The night faded. The morning had arrived.

The streets and the rooftops were covered in snow. It was so clean.

The wind came from the north last night. The city was quiet.

The south wall was covered by a thin layer of snow, as there was no cold wind to blow it away.

It looked like a white curtain.

Suddenly.

A footprint appeared in the snow on the city wall.

The spot was several hundred feet above the ground. An eagle could build a nest here, but people could not reach it.

But there was one more footprint.

A split second later.

Thousands of feet away from the city wall, another footprint appeared.

Then another pair of footprints appeared.

These footprints belonged to two people.

The winter eagle was awakened by the footsteps on the city wall.

On high alert, it looked out in the distance.

It was clear that the footprints on the city wall belonged to the two men.

But the eagle looked out in the distance.

It saw the long city wall of Chang'an.

The footprints of the two men started appearing everywhere.

But it couldn't see any people.

It could only see footprints.

It was as if immortals had come down to the mortal world and left their mark.

The footprints reached closer and closer to the south gate.

In the gently falling snow, black clothes appeared.

The Abbey Dean of Zhishou Abbey revealed himself outside the south gate.

He held a Taoist Sword behind him.

He hadn't slept for seven days, travelling thousands of miles between the mountains and rivers. He was still clear-eyed.

A wooden rod suddenly appeared in the snow.

It was very short.

Very tough.

The wooden rod hit the Abbey Dean in the back of his head.

The Abbey Dean drew his sword.

The sword and the wooden rod clashed.

There was a loud boom.

The sound was like a loud melody.

The clock rang out.

Chang'an awakened.

The bells' ringing shook the city.

No one knew if it was shaken by the bell,

by the impact of the wooden rod and the sword clanging together,

or by the person.

The snow that covered more than five kilometers of the Southern City wall fell down to the ground below.

The falling snow exposed the black color of the wall.

There was a lot of snow piled up at the bottom of the wall.

Like a curtain that had fallen, it was piled up in one place.