Nightfall Chapter 154: Chang’an, the snow falls like a curtain
Yu Lian continued: "This person has another adventure after arriving in the South China Sea, although no one knows the details-because when the teacher saw Pippi, who was still a child, he once lamented that there is a bright future."
Ning Que was startled, and said, "The great priest of Guangming who disappeared in the South China Sea 600 years ago?"
Yu Lian said: "Yes, I always think he has gained a lot from this matter."
Ning Que looked at the stones in front of the south gate and was silent for a long time, still feeling a little unwilling, and asked: "Senior brother and sister can not beat him by joining forces?"
"The teacher once said that life is a practice."
Yu Lian said: "...Then practice sometimes compares years and months. He lives longer than me and his brother, and naturally he is better than us. Although his talent is extraordinary, his temperament is too gentle, even if he learns In the end, he cannot be his opponent in the end."
She didn't comment on herself, and it was also a tacit consent. Ning Que also thought of a very troublesome and critical issue. Senior Sister San still has injuries on her body, which may be very serious.
The head of Xiling Temple is the strongest person in more than five realms. Although she is the most mysterious and powerful cicada in 23 years, she must pay some price to completely defeat that person.
Under the current situation, the only thing that can beat the mind, the guard, the watch, and the master in the world, is only the Shocking Formation.
Ning Que turned around and walked inside the city gate, continuing the journey of solving the problem.
With the passage of time, and because of a block outside the south gate, the circulation of the vitality of the heavens and the earth in the city of Chang'an has become more and more stagnant, especially the dark line between life and death, which is very seriously blocked.
Ning Que walked on Zhuque Avenue, walking in this clogged atmosphere of heaven and earth.
The countless refugees who were evacuated into the city of Chang'an were arranged by the imperial court and the city to enter the houses of the people everywhere. There were few pedestrians on the long street, and most of the shops and restaurants along the street had been closed, and they were no longer as popular as usual. The winter breeze was blowing back and forth in the street, making it particularly deserted.
The big block outside the south gate can play a very small role, although it can hinder the viewer. But it has been confirmed that it is impossible to rush through the blocked Shocking Formation in a short time, so where can he mobilize so much vitality from the world to repair this Shocking Formation?
This problem has troubled him for a long time. He hasn't rested for days and nights, thinking hard, occasionally feeling, and even having specific ideas. But there is no way to implement it.
"Those ethereal breaths. How can they become real power?"
Ning Que asked, looking at the painted portrait of a red bird in the middle of the street.
Suzaku didn't answer because it didn't know either.
Ning Que turned around and continued walking, thinking about the bun shop that he saw on the shore of Yanming Lake that morning. The hot mist on the bluestone slab, thinking about the sentiment at that time, the mood became lower and lower.
He faintly understood what to do. But I don't know how to do it.
Seeing hope is ahead, but I don't know how to hold it tightly. When I see the other shore, but there is no boat, my troubles grow.
He walked outside a quiet alley, and suddenly heard the sound of reading from behind the wall.
I don't know the school teacher of He's family is teaching the Tang law to the students.
Listen to the voice, those students should be very young, and the innocent voice recites the complicated Tang law commentary. It's uneven, but very attentive, and it's very touching while being interesting.
Seeing that the country will be broken and the family will die, there are still readings in the streets.
You can still hear Tang Law.
This calm is moving, even awesome.
Because there is a power in this peace.
Ning Que stood outside the wall. I listened quietly to the sound of reading in the wall for a long time.
This is the breath of the world, but how can this power be manifested?
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The South Gate View before the palace is very quiet.
Due to the tampering with the edict and the He Mingchi incident, the attitude of the Tang court toward Nanmen Temple has changed greatly, and many people are hidden outside the Taoist Temple. It's killing.
Ning Que climbed up the steps and walked into Nanmen Temple.
The Taoists in the Taoist temple saw him. Can't help being surprised, and then stepped forward to salute.
He is the disciple of Master Yan Se, and Taoists in Nanmen Temple call him a senior.
Ning Que waved his hand and signaled everyone to ignore him.
He walked into the secluded hall alone, stood under the wall, and watched the scriptural stories painted in oil and the legends like myths. He was silent for a long time.
To transform the human breath into real power, religion is best at doing this kind of thing.
This is the so-called power of faith.
Although the power of Dao Sect's faith is used to pray to Haotian, to penetrate heaven and earth, gods and people, which is completely opposite to what he wants to do now, but he wants to see if he can get some kind of inspiration.
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Ning Que walked around the city of Chang'an, just like that summer at the beginning of his enlightenment.
So he came to the Wanyan Pagoda Temple again and climbed the Wanyan Pagoda.
Standing next to the small window on the top of the tower, looking at the quiet Chang'an City, he asked: "Can human thoughts really become concrete power? If so, how do they need to go?"
"The thought itself has no power, but once it is shown, it may show some power. Just like the emperor’s imperial decree, if it is just an idea in his head, it has no effect. Only when he speaks it or uses words Written on paper, his ideas will be effective."
Master Huang Yang walked to his side, looked at the last group of Qiuyan going south in the air, and said, "If the way you ask is equivalent to a means, language is a means, and words are also means." /
Ning Que said: "What about faith?"
Master Huang Yang said: "Belief itself has no power and needs a specific direction. When countless people's beliefs focus on that direction, the power will be reflected in that direction."
"It is because of this that the Buddha strictly disciplines his disciples not to set up idols."
Master Huang Yang looked at him and continued: "Your teacher Yan Se once said that everyone’s thoughts are actually a talisman, but it’s too small and insignificant to feel it, and when everyone writes one at the same time At the time of the talisman, this talisman may appear and even become great."
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Ning Que understood something.
It turned out that it was really possible to find a way to summon human forces that can compete with the heavens and the earth. If he could find that power, he would be able to unblock the Shocking God Formation.
He came to the south bank of Yanming Lake, sat in the frosty grass, stretched his fingers into the air, copied a few inscriptions, and began to write when his heart calmed down. Start looking for that word.
He has already entered the realm of Zhiming. At this time, the word he writes at will is the symbol, and the writing is the symbol. The word he is looking for is actually a symbol.
The sun gradually moved westward, then fell under the city wall, and night came.
He sat by the lake and continued to write characters, looking for characters and characters.
A few hundred words.
A few thousand words.
Only one word remains at the end.
The character consists of two straight lines.
It is the only magic rune he knows: two characters.
He kept writing two characters. Write to exhaustion. The eyes are bright and dim, then bright and dim again, and finally become numb.
I don’t know how long it took. He stopped writing.
He looked at the courtyard across Yanming Lake in a daze.
At this moment, a piece of snow fell and fell on him.
He remembered the snow that year.
I remembered the battle on Snow Lake.
Sangsang is holding a **** umbrella. Standing in the wind and snow, singing to Xuehu.
If Sangsang is still there, if the **** umbrella is still there, if the iron arrow is still there, he is really confident that even if he can't penetrate the blocked Chang'an City, he can kill the man with the help of the Shocking Array.
However, Sangsang is dead.
The courtyard on the other side of the lake has not been lit for many days.
The people sent by the court to Surabaya reported that the **** horse and carriage disappeared.
He must find the word that can mobilize the power of the world.
Snowflakes continue to fall.
A few eyelashes are falling.
His face is pale, but his cheeks are flushed. Appears extremely unhealthy.
His expression is calm, but he is actually extremely anxious and exhausted.
He couldn't find the word and couldn't write the character.
Master Yan Se spent his entire life without finding that talisman, let alone him.
Ning Que sighed, a white mist.
He raised his finger and continued to write. keep searching.
He wrote in the white mist, in the falling snow, and on the ground gradually snowing.
Because of exhaustion and tension, his hands are shaking more and more severely.
The two strokes of two characters sometimes become a little skewed.
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A snow fell in Chang'an City.
This is the first snow in the eighteenth year of Apocalypse. First snow.
The night is fading, and the morning light is coming.
The streets and eaves in the city. All are covered with snow, so clean.
The wind came from the north last night, and the south of the city was quiet.
Because there is no interference from the cold wind, the southern city wall is covered with a shallow layer of snow.
It looks like a white curtain.
Suddenly.
A footprint appeared in the thin snow on the city wall.
It is about tens of feet away from the ground. Goshawks can build nests, but humans cannot come.
But there is an extra footprint.
In a moment.
In the thin snow on the city wall hundreds of meters away, there was another footprint.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of footprints appeared behind it.
These two footprints belong to two people.
The eagle in the winter was awakened by the footsteps on the wall.
It looked warily into the distant sky.
It is obvious that the footprints of those two people are on the wall.
It looked into the air.
An endless view of Chang'an City Wall.
The footprints of those two people appeared from time to time.
No one can be seen.
Only the footprints can be seen.
It is like a trace left by a fairy in the world.
The footprints gradually reach the south gate.
A touch of Tsing Yi appeared in the light snow.
Knowing, Shou, Guan, the Lord is outside the South Gate, showing his body.
A Dao Sword was held behind him.
He didn't sleep for seven days, and he was still refreshed and vigorous in countless miles of mountains and rivers.
A wooden stick suddenly appeared in the snow.
The sticks are very short.
Very hard.
The wooden stick slammed into the back of the head of the master.
The watcher swings the sword.
The sword meets the wooden stick.
There was a loud noise.
The sound is melodious and loud.
Huang Zhong Dalu.
Chang'an City wakes up.
The bells in the city moved loudly.
I don't know if it was shaken by a bell.
It was still shaken by the impact of the sword and the wooden stick.
Still shaken by that person.
The thin snow covering the wall of the southern city, which is more than ten miles long, fell rustlingly.
The black color of the city wall is exposed.
A lot of snow accumulated under the city wall.
Like a falling curtain, piled up in one place.
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(The last scene, I like it very much. If you make a movie, it will be beautiful. Call the volume. This volume is about to end. I hope to get back to normal as soon as possible. I can only write it in six hours. One chapter day, I also want to scold it.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}