Nightfall Chapter 222: Legend of Xiaolou (Part 2)

Hearing the words of His Majesty the Emperor, the expression on Ning Que's face became a little complicated. He raised his hand subconsciously, and mowed the slightly hard thing in his arms through the black hospital uniform.

The dark passage under the small building is not long. After walking for a long time, he came to the deepest place, which is an empty underground hall.

Ning Que was mentally prepared enough for what he would see today, but he did not expect that there was nothing in this hall. The ground of the temple spread everywhere until it disappeared into the gloom, as if it was boundless. There is nothing but dust.

Without the countless rare treasures he had imagined, no armored soldiers, no iron man and monster, and no traces of the formation, the ground was clean and empty, and it was heart palpitating.

This piece of granite-paved ground has no cracks. I don't know what craftsmanship used when building the palace.

Ning Que raised his head to look at the starry night pearls on the top of the temple, and the stone walls with artificial traces, reminiscing about the wisdom and action of the predecessors of the Tang Dynasty, and he couldn't help being dazzled.

The emperor stagnated Ning Que and walked toward the hall on a clean stone ground.

The footsteps of the two occasionally brought up thousands of years of dust.

Walking to the center of the broad stone ground, the emperor stopped.

Ning Que noticed a small hole in the center of the ground without any cracks.

The black hole has a smooth edge and blends perfectly with the ground, only as deep as the palm of an ordinary person.

The emperor said: "You know what to do."

Ning Que looked at the small hole in the ground, and suddenly asked, "This is the front eye?"

The emperor said: "No, you have the eyes in your arms."

Ning Que was shocked and speechless.

He always thought that the eye should be an eye, and that the thing in his arms was just the key to open the eye. Only then did he realize that the eye had always been on him, and he was a little afraid.

After a moment of silence, he took something out of his arms, put it on his feet, and slowly unwrapped the cloth.

The cloth is a coarse cloth used by Sangsang to hold shoe soles. It is very strong. Sangsang is wrapped in many layers, so it took a long time for Ning Que to untie all the cloth on it.

A club-like object lay peacefully on the coarse cloth.

The material of this pestle is a bit peculiar. It seems to be metal or stone, with a faint smell of cold, but the surface is warm and moist like jade, with complicated patterns engraved on it.

For decades, this club-like object has been kept by Master Yan Se.

Before the decisive battle with the great priest of Guangming, Master Yan Se handed this Dong Zai to Sangsang and asked her to pass it to Ning Que, so it is now in his hands.

The emperor silently looked at the clubbing thing on the ground, wondering if he thought of Master Yan Se, his face was filled with sadness and reminiscence.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to hold the pestle, feeling the cool and moist touch from his palm, feeling a little nervous, put his left hand up, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his mind, and stabilized his hands. No longer trembling, he erected the pestle and slowly inserted it into the hole.

The pestle in his hand sank inch by inch to the ground. Ning Que didn't feel any resistance, but could feel a smooth feeling coming back from the ground.

With a soft click, the pestle touched the bottom of the hole, as if it was locked by some kind of mechanical spring and a small half of lu was on the ground. The complex patterns engraved on it made the small half of pestle look like a carving. A flower coming out.

Ning Que didn't know what was going to happen next, and subconsciously stepped back, trying to stay away.

The emperor didn't have any wary expression on his face, he just quietly looked at the pestle on the ground.

Ning Que stopped and stood beside the emperor.

After a while.

lu suddenly lit up the half of the pestle on the ground. To be more precise, the complicated patterns on the pestle lit up, like a flower bathed in sunlight.

The complex patterns are getting brighter and brighter, and the light spreads to the lower half of the pestle, and even the granite floor is full of shining fibrils, and the lines in the stone can be seen.

The light in the lines on the pestle gradually condenses, as if it is about to become a luminous liquid, which gradually flows, flowing back and forth along the lines, which is very beautiful.

A crack suddenly appeared on the granite ground next to the pestle.

The crack spread extremely fast, and it passed through the soles of Ning Que's feet in the blink of an eye, and he was startled. Then he noticed that these cracks were not real cracks, but channels formed by the regular subsidence of the ground.

Countless stone troughs appeared on the previously clean and empty ground.

The stone troughs appeared more and more densely, like an invisible carving knife, on the smooth stone ground, drew countless straight lines, cutting the ground into countless parts.

The light liquid on the pestle flows down the complicated lines, into the stone trough next to it, and then flows far away along the stone trough like a stream, but there is absolutely no stream in the world that can be like these The light liquid in the stone trough flows so quickly, and in a flash, it spread to the edge of the ground.

I don't know how many years of light is contained in that pestle. It keeps flowing to the ground, and it seems inexhaustible. After a while, all the stone troughs are lit up.

Ning Que looked at the magical scene in front of him, with a tense and solemn expression on his face, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his eyes kept moving with the flow of light liquid in the stone trough.

The stone trough at the edge of the ground is the deepest, and the amount of light liquid contained in it is the largest. Four extremely long straight lines surround the ground in the center of the temple, as if it were a city.

The stone trough in the middle is very deep and wide, bright and dazzling, it seems to be a long street.

"This is Suzaku Avenue?"

Ning Que said to himself while looking at the stone trough.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at his expression and smiled.

Suddenly, the calm light liquid in the stone trough rolled violently, as if there was a raging fire below the ground, and the light liquid was about to boil when cooked.

Ning Que's expression became more solemn.

Very small voices sounded in the underground temple, as if countless flowers were setting off, as if countless green trees were breathing, as if countless people were cheering.

In fact, it's just that the light liquid in the stone trough evaporates into gas.

The vaporized gas filled the air in the temple, shaking gently like a cloud, and then failed to get rid of the gravity of the stone trough on the ground, and slowly converged into a flooded line or surface.

These lines and surfaces with beautiful and pure light have formed countless three-dimensional objects above the ground. Those are countless luminous buildings. They look so illusory, but they are so real. .

Ning Que looked at the light-filled palace in front of him, looked at Yanming Mountain that was about to reach waist height in the distance, looked at the Wanyan Pagoda on the right, which was less than knee height, and looked into the distance. The thick and lustrous city wall was shocked and speechless for a long time.

This is a miniature Chang'an city.

But the real thing in this Chang'an city is alive.

The emperor walked outside.

Ning Que followed him, and when he stepped on the south gate view where the light was condensed with both feet, his body was a bit stiff. When he stepped on the houses in Xicheng, he was even more cautious to the extreme, always feeling that he had become A giant can cause great damage with a single kick. Fortunately, the lines and surfaces formed by the light vapor seem to be incompatible with the real world, and no change occurs when it comes into contact with his body.

Walking in this miniature Chang'an city condensed by light, Ning Que felt very complicated and shocking. He saw many familiar buildings and landscapes. He even found Lin 47 Lane among the dense buildings. , I found Lao Bi Zhai, which was just a box at this time.

Following behind His Majesty the Emperor, he finally walked out of this miniature Chang'an City. For some reason, Ning Que felt a lot more relaxed, stroking Xiong's mouth and gasped twice.

The emperor looked at the Chang'an city in front of him and said: "The whole Chang'an city is a big formation."

Ning Que heard Master Yan Se talk about this.

"The largest formation in the world, a shocking formation."

The emperor pointed to the pestle on the ground in the distance, and the imperial palace beside the pestle, and said: "In the depths of the small building where we are standing now is the center of the formation."

Then he pointed to the widest, deepest and brightest stone trough, and said: "Zhuque Avenue is the root of the formation, the four walls of Chang'an City are also the roots, and the city cave is the gate of birth."

"There are countless magical runes in this large formation. The painted statue of Suzaku is one of the most powerful. At the beginning, Wei Guangming hid in Chang'an City with no breath, and it was it. If he dared to do it in the city. In the realm of exhibition, this big formation can kill him in an instant."

Ning Que listened silently and intently.

The emperor pointed to the Guanghu Lake under Yanming Mountain in the south of the city, and said: "Chang'an City is not easy to build and maintain. The reason why the imperial court spent a lot of money to repair Ling Yanming Lake last year has nothing to do with people's livelihood. Tianshu has always been responsible for the maintenance and repair of this large formation."

"The Shocking God Array has a history of thousands of years, but it has never been activated once. However, every generation of the emperors of the Tang Dynasty, even at the expense of national power, must ensure the integrity of this Array. Do you know why?"

The emperor looked at Ning Que and asked.

Ning Que said: "Because this is my last shelter for Datang."

"The three characters for shelter are good."

The emperor said calmly: "With this great formation, Chang'an City will be worry-free, Chang'an City will be worry-free. Even if our national power decays and falls apart, we will eventually be reborn from the fire."

Ning Que said: "Master once said to me that if it's time to start the horrifying formation, it means that I have reached the most dangerous moment in Datang."

"So this big formation has never been activated."

The emperor said: "But as long as it continues to exist between heaven and earth, whether it moves or not, Chang'an is safe, and Datang is safe."

Ning Que succeeded in climbing the mountain. After entering the second floor of the academy, he was invited into the palace. At that time, His Majesty said that he would take him to see something in the future. He finally saw it today.

Master Yan Se once took him up to the tower and looked down at Chang'an City, and said that he would hand this great formation into his hands. Now that the master has passed away, it is finally his turn to take this responsibility.

He looked at the city of Chang'an in front of him with a lot of thoughts. ! .

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