Nightfall Chapter 118: The story of the **** umbrella
Chapter 118 The Story of the Big Black Umbrella
Ning Que has vaguely remembered some of the wonderful things that happened last morning, including the illusion-like but non-dream experience when Changjie was in a coma. The strength of the practitioner is undoubtedly revealed in the small building by the lake. Even if he brings three knives, he cannot be the opponent of the opponent. As for the encounter on the long street, it is even more dangerous. If Haotian had not given him luck, he would have no chance of living. Down, it is even more unlikely to usher in such a big opportunity.
He firmly believes that Haotian has his own purpose in allowing himself to descend into this world, so he believes that he will not die for no reason. This belief supports him through the most difficult years of childhood and accompanies him through it. Life and death happened one after another, and in his opinion, the **** umbrella next to Sangsang's pillow... is a gift from Haotian.
The **** umbrella looks very ordinary, except for its large size, there is nothing strange about it.
However, in the treacherous battle early in the morning yesterday, if it hadn’t blocked the unprofitable flying sword at the most critical moment, and blocked the sword fingers of Yan Suqing’s lifelong cultivation skills, Ning Que would have died.
The process of picking up the **** umbrella is unusual, just like he picked Sangsang.
Many years ago, Ning Que was walking on the official road with a little baby girl in his arms. Seeing the sky, it seemed that it was about to rain. He just saw a discarded black umbrella next to the road and picked it up by the way.
When the little boy's little hand held the thick handle of the **** umbrella, nothing unusual happened in this world. The black clouds did not rain the majestic rain, and the Min Mountain in the distance was not shaken, not much. The black smoke rose into the sky, and a certain golden armor **** figure broke through the clouds and said a lot of nonsense.
When he was young and didn’t know about frugality, he planned to throw away this black umbrella after that rainy season, because he felt that this black umbrella was really too dirty, and it was too dirty to wash it in the stream. It was heavy, carrying a black umbrella and holding a baby girl, and it was really troublesome to grab the food distributed by the government with the barbarian refugees who moved south due to the drought.
However, it’s very curious that Sangsang, who was a thin baby girl, probably because he slept with a **** umbrella for too long, found that there was no **** umbrella in his arms, and started crying, no matter how Ning Que coaxed him. There was no way to coax, and even the stolen sugar water had no effect, so he had no choice but to pick up the **** umbrella again.
Many encounters in the following years proved that Sangsang’s crying and Ning Que’s determination were very wise. In the process of hunting with the old hunters and later hunting alone, this seemingly ordinary **** umbrella gradually More and more singularities were revealed.
The greasy surface of the **** umbrella is made of no material, but it is not afraid of fire, not afraid of swords and swords. With this strange characteristic, the **** umbrella saved Ning Que. With Sangsang several times, the young master and servant, who were able to survive in the treacherous world of the lofty mountains and ridges, had too much credit for it.
Ning Que has been with Sangsang and this **** umbrella for many years. They have already regarded it as a very important partner in their lives, so Sangsang would say that sentence at the gate of Chang'an City: Now, the umbrella is dead."
In addition to not being afraid of fire, not afraid of swords and swords, there are many strange things about the **** umbrella. Ning Que is very convinced of this, but he hasn't been able to discover it yet, so he needs to slowly explore.
The battle in the early morning yesterday was like the most dangerous battlefields in the past decade. At the last moment of life and death, he almost instinctively gave his life to the **** umbrella behind him. It turns out that Da Hei The umbrella did not disappoint him, and he also discovered another secret of the **** umbrella.
It can make the flying sword that flies to and fro without a trace lose all its power, and it can make a swordsman condense a lifelong cultivation base without breaking through. This has exceeded the original physical defense characteristics of the **** umbrella. And entering another, more miraculous realm, Ning Que even faintly felt that the **** umbrella was very likely to restrain the cultivator's ability!
It’s inferior to swords and guns, it’s not invading water or fire, and it can also be explained that the umbrella cloth of the black umbrella is made of some rare materials. However, if his inference is correct, what reason should be used to explain all this? ?
The **** umbrella is lying quietly beside Sangsang’s dark little face. It can’t speak or move. It’s just a dead thing with no life. But at this moment, it’s tightly bound in Ning Que’s eyes. The greasy umbrella surface began to gradually release a mysterious breath, which was a bit cold, but disappeared instantly after a closer look.
In the face of mysterious things, humans will instinctively feel fear. However, this is after all a world of spiritual practice filled with the vitality of the world and with many mysterious legends. Ning Que himself is the party to the most mysterious event, plus since childhood Accompanied by this **** umbrella, using it to cover the wind and rain, using it as a pillow to sleep peacefully, and using it as a shield to get out of life, has long become an indispensable part of his and Sangsang's lives. Where can there be any fear?
"What on earth are you...?"
Unhealed from a serious injury, he was met with dizzy surprise and happiness. After adding a few glasses of wine, Ning Quekun woke up early and fell asleep looking at the **** umbrella, subconsciously holding the sangsang across the thin sheets. Into the arms.
With a soft snap, the fan fell to the ground.
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A dimly lit sun hangs above the silent wasteland. The environment is dim as night is about to come. The surrounding temperature is very low. A piece of the purest and most extreme black spreads from a distance, and it will occupy the entire world. .
The silence of the wasteland does not mean that there are no people. There are many people, all kinds of people. These people did not look up at the sky, but looked at Ning Que, their eyes full of expectation, disdain and doubt, and very complicated emotions.
Ning Que knew he was dreaming again. It was not the dreams of the sea that he had during meditation, but the continuation of the terrible dreams during the journey. Although he knew he was in the dream, he still felt cold all over, as if the eyes of these people on the wasteland, no matter what emotions they contained, There is a subtle hostility hidden.
Black gradually invaded the sky over the wasteland, and the pure night obscured half of the sky. At this moment, a roar of thunder from the wasteland spread across the entire world in an instant.
Many people on the wasteland were knocked to the ground by the roar of thunder, groaning in pain. The expressions on the faces of the people who could still stand suddenly converged, and looked up again like lifeless statues to see where the thunder sounded.
The holy brilliance instantly illuminates the entire night sky.
Above the lofty sky, at the center and brightest position of the holy radiance, an extremely huge golden gate slowly opened, and a huge golden dragon could faintly see the dragon's head in the desert.
Thunder is the sound of doors opening.