Nightfall Chapter 183: Broken by the world (Part 2)
The quiet state is the most unfathomable state of Taoism in the legend, but no one has seen it before, nor has it appeared in the history of practice after the last eternal night.
For the real powerhouses in this world, there used to be a question that made them most curious-that is how tall the Master is.
Master Qishan of Lanke Temple once guessed that the Master should be in the quiet state. From this one can imagine how wonderful the quiet state is in people's eyes.
The Master proved that his realm in the wasteland is beyond everyone's imagination, but even he has not seen anyone who has entered the quiet state in his long life.
The big brother has never seen it. His knowledge of the Qingjingjing comes entirely from the scattered records in the library of the back mountain of the academy. At this time, he shouted the three characters Qingjingjing, which was completely speculation.
He felt that his guess and the truth should not be too far apart—except for the quiet and quiet state in the legend, there is no way to explain the change of the observer at this time.
Ning Que wrote that character, gathered the desire of thousands of people in Chang'an City, borrowed thousands of knives, and wanted to kill the master by the sword, and the master went into a quiet state!
Big brother can't believe that someone in this world can enter this legendary realm.
But this scene happened so real before his eyes.
The master is indeed worthy of being the strongest man of the Taoist School for a thousand years, the widow under the Vast Sky!
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Compared with the other five realms, the Qingjing realm is a higher level realm, and this realm can truly be called a peerless realm, because this realm can be extinct from the world.
When you enter the state of tranquility, all power in the world becomes an absolute foreign object for the practitioner.
The clear sunlight falls on the cliffs, and the green pine shadows on the rock. If there is a breeze, or shake a few pine waves, or can blow away the dust on the rock, how can it blow away the shadow?
At this time, the body and flesh of the subject are the lotus petals, and the white bones are the lotus root joints. The innocent child is born in the clear water, and is no longer in the world. Ning Que’s iron sword is a sword in the world. How can it be obtained? On him?
That iron knife can break through three realms and five realms, but how can it break the peace?
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The iron knife slashed away the silence, slashed the immeasurable, and cut through the heavenly demon realm. Ning Que’s fighting spirit and spirit at this time were at the peak of the moment, and the terrifying amount of heaven and earth vitality in his body seemed to be sprayed Come out in general.
Because I know, I think, so I worry. Big brother is like this now. He didn't know anything, he didn't know why the watcher floated up, why he looked so much cleaner, so he didn't think about it, he only knew that he was going to hack the opponent to death.
His iron knife finally fell completely.
The more than ten miles of flames carried by the iron knife finally finished writing the word on the blue sky.
Everything on Suzaku Avenue was swept up by his sword wind and attacked the body of the master.
There are silver ingots and gold bars in the Yamen warehouse, flowers and birds in the calligraphy and painting shop, cosmetic powder for women's dressing, more than a dozen hairpins, and the old censer in Xiaodao Temple.
There are iron pots and broken gongs, overnight tea in a teapot, boy urine in a chamber pot, half-eaten buns, meat fillings with onion flavor, and excrement and excrement raised in the sewer Pee.
Whether it is beautiful or ugly, sweet or foul, pleasant or disgusting, it is all human.
Ning Que's knife chopped out all the breath of the world, including filth.
All things are mixed together, and they no longer have their own different attributes. You can no longer smell the fragrance or the smell. What is the difference between a silver ingot and a chamber pot? What is the difference between dry **** and gold bars?
The violent wind on Suzaku Avenue became extremely dim, and the entire city of Chang'an became extremely dim, and then gradually darkened. As if night was about to come.
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On the long street that seemed to be shrouded by night, dull clashing sounded constantly.
The subject is like a clean and dust-free lotus, with bright red petals and white stems, swaying in the wind.
Countless things from the world hit his body.
The meat filling with the smell of green onion fell on his face, and then fell, leaving a little frozen gravy on his beard, and a small piece of green onion.
A gold bar hit his chest heavily, and the flesh and blood that fell like petals trembled slightly, and then left a handwriting, which was the Datang Treasury logo on the gold bar.
A chamber pot flew past his right shoulder, spilling yellow, disgusting urine. A box of cream powder spread out in front of him, and his face was snow-white.
Blood is everywhere on the body of the master, but at this time, it is everywhere. There are two rotten vegetable leaves hanging on the belt, and the wound of the broken finger is a few clusters of dung stars.
He has become very dirty, very dirty.
Even if he hadn't been promoted to the quiet state, he had never been so dirty in his life.
He lives above the world in this life, swimming in the South China Sea, his feet are not touched by dust, but at this time he is forced to be baptized by the red dust, bearing all the breath of the world.
The dirt from the world is only outside the body, but also outside the heart.
The watcher is still in a quiet state, without any harm.
As long as he can keep his Dao mind quiet, he can be pure in body and mind.
However, the body and mind are the same. If the body is really affected by the red dust for a long time, his mind may always remain quiet?
After countless years of long years, maybe even after several eternal nights, the legendary quiet state finally appeared in the world again. What a shocking picture this is.
However, what is even more shocking is that as soon as Quiet Realm reappears in the world, it encounters the most powerful opponent that can be encountered in the world-this opponent is the world itself.
The lotus is teetering in the black wind, it seems that it may wither at any time, or it may pass away.
Guardian continued to contend with Ning Que.
No one knows the ending of the battle between Dao Sect Peerless Realm and the world.
Even Haotian doesn't know.
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Jiang Rui is the most famous poppi in Sanyuan. He is best at scams and abductions, but he is extremely courageous. He is inferior to the most ineffective market guys, so even the teenagers look down on him.
He had no fixed place, and he was wandering around. Naturally, he didn't receive any notice from the court. In the early morning, he was awakened by the bells in the city, and then heard a lot of noise in the wind.
Jiang Rui didn’t know that it was the master watching the battle with the academy. He didn’t even know what was going on in Chang’an now. Only when he found out that the streets and lanes were empty and the streets were patrolled very strictly. The Chang'an government officials also did not know where they were going, and the only remaining doubts were immediately diluted by ecstasy.
He went to the lotus pond and stole a few pieces of embroidered cloth from the Southern Jin Dynasty. When he found that a yamen warehouse had collapsed, he planned to pick up a few silver bullions, but was timid and finally gave up.
Although he is a Poppy, he, like other Chinese people, feels that dignity is a very important thing, so when he returned to the small courtyard, he thought of the previous timidity and felt ashamed.
In order not to be ashamed anymore, he decided to do something that he wanted to do for a long time. He took a sharp knife from his arms and sneaked into the yard of Lizheng's house, ready to stab the rhubarb that bit him when he was a child dog.
More than ten years have passed since that incident. The big yellow dog at the time has become an old yellow dog, who has no resistance at all. He swallowed as soon as he stabbed a sharp knife in.
Jiang Rui even wondered whether the old yellow dog was stabbed to death by himself or died of old age.
In short, he accomplished what he wanted to do most in his life. He carried the old yellow dog back to the small courtyard, began to peel and chop pieces, and then lit the stove to prepare a pot of dog meat.
At this moment, he heard a conversation from the street.
He couldn't understand those conversations, but right after that, he heard the cry of two teenagers, and he heard that one of them should be the cold-eyed kid from the Zhang family.
Jiang Rui climbed the wall with both hands, looked towards the street, and then probably understood what was going on in Chang'an City. He was very scared and hurried back to the courtyard.
He stared at the boiling water in the pot and the dog meat on the chopping board for a while.
He inserted the sharp knife into the chopping board and poured the dog meat into the water pot with blood.
He pushed down the old loose wall that was in disrepair, picked a dozen bricks and held it in his arms, then climbed up the wall again with great difficulty, took out a brick and smashed it against the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi on the street.
He thought it was safer. Thinking about the pot of dog meat, he was a little angry, and felt a little sorry for the old yellow dog, so he sweared at the Taoist priest.
"I smashed it to death!"
Jiang Rui died like this. No one knows that he has fulfilled the biggest wish of his life today, and no one knows that half of the wall has collapsed in the small courtyard and dog meat is boiled in the pot.
The sense of silence of the subject enveloped the whole city of Chang'an. The firewood in the stove was frozen, the water in the pot no longer heated up, and the dog meat soaked in the water continued to soak in this way, soaking a lot of blood.
Ning Que pulled out the Pudao from Xuejie, and the small sharp knife on the chopping board in the Xiaozayuan jumped up. The blood on the knife was still fresh, and a pot not far away was steaming with Chaiwei.
A word appeared on the blue sky, a gust of wind blew up on Zhuque Avenue, the world became extremely dim, Chang'an City seemed to have entered the night early, and the small courtyard was also in the night.
The black wind was very violent. It blew everywhere, breaking the eaves of the square, blowing down the remaining half of the wall in the small courtyard, and even blowing up the dog meat pot on the stove.
The dog meat pot was swept over the courtyard wall by the wind, flew into the street, and then fell on a person.
Fell on the subject.
This pot of dog meat with blood and water dripped from the top of the master's head.
Blood water and soup wet his whole body.
The dog meat fell between the broken body of the subject.
If it is a lotus flower, braving the dog meat, hang on the petals.
Blood is dripping on the petals.
Look at the subjective body and then the heart.
The quietness of the gate was finally broken by the worldly customs.
A dazed thought arose in Guanzhu's eyes.
"I killed you."
Ning Que said.
His iron knife slashed on the left shoulder of the master, the real body.
Even if the Qingjing Realm is broken, the God Realm of the Master is extremely deep and almost immortal.
So he cut very hard.
His left knee bends slightly, his breath is like a storm, countless heaven and earth vitality poured into the iron knife, dragged diagonally downward, and cut a terrifying knife edge on the master.
The quiet lotus was picked up by the black wind, and gradually withered, and then petals fell.
Ning Que's knife contains the thousands of years of vicissitudes of Chang'an City and carries the desire of thousands of people.
The viewer was directly cut off the dust and drifted towards the south of Long Street.
Blood spilled all the way.
Hundreds of Yi characters in the streets of Chang'an City fell on him again.
Thousands of knives in the city of Chang'an slashed him at the same time.
Under the dark night, in the blade wind.
The seven fingers of the subject fell like lotus joints.
Then his legs left the body.
His abdomen was split and his liver and intestines were broken.
The **** **** and urine entered the deepest part of his body, and it was difficult to clean it.
There was a bang on the south gate, and a human-shaped hole appeared.
The viewer flew out of Chang'an City.
Since Ning Que drew his sword, he wanted to leave Chang'an City, but definitely not in this way.
The black wind rolled up the body of the master and continued to dance wildly.
The huge lake rocks outside the South City Gate were blown into a mess.
Ning Que's blade style can't stop even the incomplete formation.
Four miles south of the city, there is a lake.
The hurricane swept over, and the lake rolled like rain.
The body of the subject fell heavily on the lakeshore.
The clean lake water then fell, washing away the filth from him.
A few fish landed on the ground beside him, struggling constantly with their tails.
The hurricane cut by Ning Que continued southward.
The lakeside gradually returned to quiet, and the sky was clear.
The viewer opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky, his lips moved slightly, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
He turned his head and looked at the fishes struggling in the pool.
The lake fish struggled for a while, and finally died.
The watcher looked at these dead fishes, and he realized something.
The sound of footsteps sounded by the lake.
Chen Pipi knelt down on his knees.
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