Chapter 412 Erasing Memory
It’s cold, too cold.
It was as if ice chips had grown on my bones, as if I had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, never to see the light of day again.
Sang Ning struggled to wake up, and even though he was wearing the warmest white fox cloak, he was shivering from the cold.
The coldness seeped from the bones, and no matter how warm the clothes were, they were useless.
"What did the lady see?"
There are two people sitting next to me.
They are Taoist Priest Liu and Taoist Priest Song from Qingshan Taoist Temple.
"I saw corpses on the battlefield, just corpses and thick smoke."
When the two Taoist priests heard this, their expressions changed, becoming expressions of sorrow and helplessness.
"Yes, divine punishment?"
Sang Ning smiled with his lips white: "Master, there is no need to hide it. I am not afraid of death. I just don't understand why I should be punished when I caused many people to die but saved even more people?
Isn’t that fair?”
"No." Taoist Song shook his head heavily.
“Mortals cannot comprehend the laws of heaven and earth, but there is one thing about them: there is no fairness at all, just like the relationship between the heavenly family and ants.
You save a hundred people, but he doesn't see it. If one person dies, he opens his eyes.
He doesn't care whether the dead person is a good person or a bad person.
The most important thing is that you are an outlier, and this world has no room for outliers.
If not, someone would have already become an immortal."
"Then I'm hopeless, right?"
"My junior brother and I don't have that ability."
Even our ancestors, who cultivated to the level of a semi-immortal, were unable to break through the laws of nature and ascend to immortality. How could mortals like them find the flaw and save people?
"Unless... unless there are aliens in this world who are not bound by the laws of nature, we might be able to ask them for advice..."
"No..." Taoist Priest Liu said, then shook his head: "It won't happen in this world. It's impossible."
Then she is dead!
Sang Ning was not afraid of death, but she was unwilling to accept it and began to feel resentful.
Those who died under the thunderbolt were the ones who deserved to die. God did not bless the good people. But when she came to do it, he wanted to punish her as the one who upheld justice.
What the hell is it!
In this case, she doesn't need to worry about anything. Even if she dies, she will blow up all the people who deserve to die and bring peace to the world.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Taoist Priest. I'll take my leave now."
Sang Ning knew her situation and stopped talking. She would go back and make thunder bombs, make cannons, make lots of them, and capture the capital in one fell swoop, defeat all the rebels, and conquer...
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Being dragged into this world for no reason, is it to sacrifice oneself for others?
Just when victory is in sight and we are about to live a peaceful life, you want to kick her out and treat her as a tool. Why?
"lady--"
Taoist Priest Liu caught up with her and gave her a talisman.
"This is the talisman that I and my senior brother just made using the blood from our foreheads.
If Madam...yet still has a wish that has not been fulfilled, you can burn this talisman, add water to it and drink it. My brothers and I will do our best to help Madam hold on.
However, it probably won't take too long, at most ten days."
Ten days.
Okay, it’s better than nothing, just in case you really need it.
"Thank you very much."
Sang Ning wrapped himself in his cloak.
It’s so cold.
I don’t know if she can wait until next spring.
She had never been good at appreciating beautiful scenery, but suddenly she wanted to see the spring flowers bloom.
"Why……"
After she left, Taoist Song sighed helplessly.
"If she could become the Queen Mother, it would be such a blessing in this world, but really..."
His tone suddenly changed, and he started cursing: "You bastard God! You can't tell good from bad! You're blind!"
"Brother, stop scolding me. Otherwise, let's try offering incense and see if we can save the situation."
"Then, let's try it."
On the road to enlightenment, everyone has to grope their way across the river. Although our ancestors had a high level of comprehension, it seems that they left behind nothing except spells.
I don’t know how he cultivated himself into a semi-immortal.
Or perhaps, the secret cannot be revealed.
The two men performed a ritual using Sang Ning's hair and placed it under the incense ashes in the cauldron.
Let those who come to the Taoist temple to fulfill their vows and burn incense burn a stick of incense here.
…
Sang Ning received a letter from southern Xinjiang on his way back to the military camp.
The brothers who were waiting at the border lost contact with Huo Changan and Yan Meng again.
It can be seen that southern Xinjiang is not as simple as they imagined. It is so strictly guarded that people cannot return once they go there!
Sang Ning sent a message to Lu Tai, asking Beigong Yao to lead his troops to garrison immediately.
Now it seems that they will have to confront Southern Xinjiang first!
She rushed to the military camp as quickly as possible and sent a message to the capital.
If you want to go to southern Xinjiang, you must take the detour.
If Yan Mingyu agrees, that would be the best. If he doesn't agree, then he will bomb her all the way. She doesn't care about innocence or not now.
But she felt that Yan Mingyu should be looking forward to their confrontation, preferably a fight that would end in a mutual defeat, so that he could take advantage.
When the news got out, she called Huo Jingya to take people to prepare the materials.
"Saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal, tung oil..."
She stopped, her eyes darting.
Huo Jingya looked at Sang Ning and didn't wait for her to continue speaking for a long time.
"Fourth sister-in-law, what else are you preparing?"
Yeah, what else is there to prepare? Why can't she remember it?
"Jingya, don't you know that too?"
Huo Jingya knew all the ingredients, but she didn't know the proportions.
"What do you know? I don't know!" Huo Jingya looked confused.
How is that possible!
Before, she was the one who sent people to transport the materials!
Sang Ning's palms were shaking with anxiety. She tried hard to think, but not only could she not remember all the materials, she couldn't even remember the proportions.
Could it be that Heaven is erasing her memory?
Is it really that weird?
All her other memories are there, except for this one thing. Perhaps, this is something that will disrupt the order of history?
But why, at this time!
"Jintang, there's Jintang, hurry up and call Jintang over!"
Huo Jingya was frightened by her. After her fourth sister-in-law went out, her health seemed to be worse and she was shaking all the time.
There were three stoves burning in the tent. Yucui and Yubai were sweating from the heat, but the fourth sister-in-law was still wearing her cotton clothes.
Huo Jingya ran out and brought Jintang.
Jintang is smart and has a photographic memory, so he must remember it. But will he also be punished by heaven...
When Sang Ning was about to ask, he hesitated again.
But Huo Jingya didn't know the situation and asked first.
Jintang tilted his head, puzzled, and asked, "You want to make a thunder bomb? Didn't Fourth Uncle say we shouldn't use it anymore?"
"Don't worry about it, just tell me what materials to use."
"Why is my aunt asking me? Wasn't that done by my fourth aunt?"
Jintang looked at Sang Ning with clear eyes.
Sonning opened his mouth slightly.
It was obvious that two months ago, the little guy was still like an adult, following her firmly and loudly, wanting to make a thunder bomb with her.
"What about the musket? Does Jintang remember it?" Sang Ning asked.
"Yes, but the gunpowder inside is all used up. It's been unused for a long time and has rusted."
Sang Ning felt it was very strange.
What exactly is the Way of Heaven?
He was erasing everyone's memory without anyone noticing.
It feels like something that really existed, but the recipe was lost for various reasons.
"By the way, I remember I wrote a practice paper. Jintang, you told me to give it to your teacher." Sang Ning remembered this again.
Although the paper was filled with messy notes and contained chemical molecules, and was not a recipe at all, perhaps she could find something useful and reconstitute it.
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