Nightfall Chapter 15: Funeral
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter Fifteen, Funeral
The thick winter clouds over Chang'an City cover the sun behind, but in the streets outside the Nancheng General's Mansion, a round of sun suddenly appeared. The blazing light burst into the eyes of the bright priest, instantly darkening the surroundings The heaven and the earth shone into a day that was even more daylight than the day. The old steps of the dead leaves, the wall and the stone lions were covered with a dazzling halo, completely losing their original appearance and becoming extremely holy.
Dozens of elite crossbowmen who are known for their perseverance threw away the crossbows in their hands, covered their eyes, and fell to the ground screaming. The screaming of the crossbow arrows was even more miserable, already in the blazing light. Lost his direction, you can vaguely see the trembling tail of the crossbow everywhere on the tree wall.
The Great Tang Xuanjia armor assembled on the street was in chaos. The well-trained horses seemed to sense the supreme power hidden in the white curtain of light in the alley. They neighed and bowed their front hooves respectfully. , Knelt to the ground in horror, not knowing how many knights were thrown off.
The Haotian Dao South Gate Array Master hidden in the far away city is even more pale, and several of them are covered with blood on their fronts. They have not received any backlash from the vitality of the world, just because of the great shock in the sea of knowledge. With fear and fear, the mental shock directly hurt the internal organs-the exquisite **** array inherited from the Xiling Temple, there was no way to locate the target.
They are cultivating the Haotian Dao, and the power of light is poured into the sky, and the great priest of Guangming is light from body to heart, without a trace of impurities. If they want to use the crystal clear lake to lock a ball Shimizu can't do it at all!
Farther afield on Suzaku Street, a breeze blew out of nowhere. The gravel on the Suzaku portrait deep in the slabs was swept everywhere by the wind. Tourists from all counties of the empire were fascinated by the wind and sand. He got his eyes, was hit by the gravel, and subconsciously bowed his head to avoid, or rubbed his eyes with his hands.
Even if they didn’t lower their heads and blindfold their eyes, they probably wouldn’t be able to see it. A very clear and faint Suzaku Phantom, which was almost invisible to the naked eye, swaggered from the carved ground. The imaginary terrifying speed scoured the sky over Chang'an City for a week in an instant.
Unfortunately, Suzaku failed to find any enemies in Chang'an City, and a faint anger came from above the Nine Heavens and Winter Clouds.
Li Qingshan stood silently at the front of the alleys outside the general's mansion, listening to the faint anger on the cloud, slowly opening his closed eyes, looking at the empty alley, his expression became more and more serious dignified.
The green dragon wandering through the alleys let out a low groan of unwillingness, slowly converging its breath, and turning the sword into its sheath.
Suzaku could not find the trace of that person, and all the eyeliners scattered in the city of Chang'an could not find the trace of that person. The countless backers arranged by the Datang Empire were forced to come to an abrupt end.
The thick winter clouds above Chang'an City suddenly gradually dispersed, revealing the long-lost sun, and the not blazing sun lightly and softly spilt down on the tens of thousands of mansions and houses in the world, everywhere.
The man did not take action, did not show the slightest hostility or war intent, but just radiated his own bright will, and it passed away quietly like the sun's rays, and it is difficult to find a trace.
There is light everywhere in the world. How can you find light?
Li Qingshan looked up at the light leaking from the winter clouds and muttered: "Above the **** seat, under the sky..."
"Brother, I finally understand what you mean by this sentence."
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In the small courtyard behind the red sleeve recruiting the building.
Master Yan Se stared at the swaying candlestick on the table, his eyes trembling with tiny wrinkles, as if thinking about an extremely important decision.
Shuizhuer girl leaned in his arms, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, her face was puzzled, but she looked at her solemn and sophisticated expression but did not dare to ask.
Why light up the candlestick in broad daylight? Could it be...this rune, who didn't dare to offend everyone in the entire empire, including Jane, had been born with some strange interest after he refused to really drink water these days?
Looking at the candle tears gradually accumulating on the candlestick, Shuijiu's body is a bit stiff, thinking that I have heard a lot of this kind of fun, but I have never done it personally, and I don’t know that the tears will linger on the body. The pain is really not interesting. She wants to refuse, but she dare not say it.
Suddenly, the candlelight on the table suddenly shined brightly, revealing the subtlety of the room shining. Shuijing was taken aback and almost fell off Yan Se's leg.
Master Yan Se stared at the flaming candlelight, squinted his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then rubbed the plump and plump buttocks of the drops of water in a pampering way, and said with a low voice: " In these days, I have some things to do, and I probably won’t come often. If...there is something in the future that your girl Jian can’t solve, you go to the South Gate to find my junior."
Now Shui Zhuer has long known the true identity of this veteran, and naturally he also knows that the younger brother in his mouth is Datang Guoshi Li Qingshan. Hearing this, he understands that in the future, if he finds another very thick mountain , Inevitably some surprises, but then there was infinite horror, and I thought to myself how did he feel a little bit of an explanation?
There is no truth in the happy field, not to mention the difference in age, status and status between Yan Se and Shuijiuer. However, for some reason, Shuijiu sees a bit of sorrow and sorrow when looking at the old and wretched face. Reluctant to give up, subconsciously stretched out his hand to grasp the collar of the old Taoist robe, forgetting that he usually hates the grease and dirt on this robe.
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The old man wearing a thick padded jacket full of dirt, holding his hands behind his rickety body, walked slowly in the streets of the East City. The padded jacket still exudes a very mild taste of hot and sour noodle soup.
As previously said in the conversation with Li Qingshan outside the general’s mansion, as long as the Master is not in Chang'an, he is bright, and the only thing he is afraid of is the great formation of Chang'an City. However, he is not evil, he has good intentions, he Dao Xin is pure and bright. Even though what he has done and done is unforgivable in the world, he still believes that he is bright. As long as the great formation of Chang'an City is not fully activated, how can the Suzaku rune from the light spot him?
However, people who have reached their level of cultivation, even if they cannot understand the deepest law of the flow of heaven and earth in the world, have already begun to have some kind of interaction between heaven and man, and can faintly clarify what will appear in front of the river of time.
The old man feels that he will die in Chang'an City, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger. He seems to have seen the messenger of the underworld start digging his grave in Chang'an City, but he doesn't know what will be written on the tombstone.
The end of life is not necessarily a sad thing, but just like Yan Se has nostalgia for the world, he also has regrets for the world-he once crossed the threshold with one foot and saw the beauty there. His world was relentlessly taken back by certain existences. He was not reconciled, so he wanted to take a heir before leaving this world, leaving his own mantle, and let his heir take his place to see the world clearly in the future .
It’s difficult for a runemaster to have a true heir, and it’s also difficult for a great priest to have a true heir. Yan Se now has Ning Que, so he has no regrets, and he hasn’t. He even thought that until the end of his life For a moment, there will be no, until he came to Chang'an City, came to Lin 47 Lane, and saw Sangsang.
The old man stood outside the threshold of Lao Bi Zhai and looked at the busy little maid in the shop. He was not full of admiration, joy and satisfaction, and was even moved to tears. He felt that although he had repeatedly violated Haotian’s will in this life, at least in life In the final stage, Haotian kindly bestowed himself the most precious gift.
There is no more suitable person in the world to be the descendant of the great priest than this little girl, because there can be no second person in this world who is cleaner than her and has no trace of impurities.
The old man crossed the threshold, walked into Lao Bi Zhai, bowed to the busy girl, and said, "Hello."
Sangsang turned around, put the big rag in his hand on the table, and replied: "Hello."
These days, she has noticed that this lonely old man who looks very pitiful often appears in the alley. The subordinates of Qi Sanye even asked her if she wants to drive the old man away, but she thought that the other person was just An ordinary old man, so he rejected this proposal, even too lazy to pay more attention.
The old man asked: "Do you know the biggest difference between humans and animals?"
Sangsang didn't think, and shook his head and replied: "I don't know."
Then she grabbed the rag, ready to continue wiping the table.
The old man said sincerely: "Can you try to think about it?"
Sangsang thought for a while and said: "Humans are more animals than animals, so we are stronger than animals, so we can eat animals."
Hearing this answer, the old man obviously did not have any mental preparation, and asked in surprise: "Why do you think so?"
Sangsang shook his head and said: "I said I didn't know, this is what the young master told me when I was young."
The old man said with emotion: "Your young master is also a wonderful person if he wants to come. Either a bad person or a good person."
Sangsang thought for a while, and said: "Young Master is Young Master."
She didn’t finish her words and she didn’t have the habit of finishing her words. If the other party could understand, she would understand. It’s not her business if she couldn’t understand. She actually meant it very clearly—a son is a son, a mother is a mother, and a brother is Brother, Xianggong is Xianggong, and young master is young master—Ning Que, to her, is a separate existence outside of the defining concepts of evil, good, man, woman, rich, and poor.
The old man said after a moment of silence: "In my opinion, the biggest difference between humans and beasts lies in the inheritance. The beasts inherit their own essence and blood at the expense of life and death, and what humans want to inherit is the spirit. The same point is This kind of inheritance contains a very strong desire, and they want to keep their traces in the world for a longer time."
After a short pause, the old man looked at the little girl’s dark cheeks, and said solemnly: “If the bearing representative in the inheritance is the roots of the family or the tradition, then this strong desire will even become a kind of heavy Responsibility."
Finally, the old man concluded: "This is the so-called funeral."
Sangsang opened his bright willow eyes and looked at the weird old man in front of him. After thinking for a long time, he thought he had figured it out, and asked seriously, "Are you looking for a wife to have a baby?"
She looked up and down the appearance of the old man, judged the age of the other person, and said: "If you are sure that you can still give birth, there are people who sell swallows in the Dongcheng Yazi, the price is not expensive, and it is easy to raise."
The old man was in a trance and said, "I didn't mean that."
Sangsang was stunned for a while, and shook his head slightly ashamed and said: "I can't, I can't... give birth to someone else."
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(I confirm that I have fallen incurably in love with the character I wrote for the first time, second only to loving my mother and the leader. Happy birthday to the leader. In addition, tomorrow Saturday, I will have a rest incurable. It's lazy, cheap and thick-skinned.)