Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 141: I am the world, the flowers bloom and thank you
Go south to Luoyang.
This group of young practitioners have not thought about it. After all, it is the capital of the gods. After all, it is the capital of the most powerful empire in the world. Even if the demons occupy the entire Youzhou, it is impossible for them to invade Luoyang in a short time. Tang would not agree, nor would the entire cultivation world.
If anyone can organize all the sects of the entire Shenzhou, gather in one place to discuss the elimination of demons, it must be Tang, and the place where they gather can only be Luoyang.
In other words, the young disciples in Guandi Temple were not selected.
As long as they still care about their lives, they can only follow Ye Que at the moment, where Ye Que goes, where they go, at least to get out of Youbei, this is their last straw.
Exchanged glances.
Chen Chenchen was the first to speak, "We will also go to Luoyang. Duanwangling has its own industry in Luoyang. I believe it has not been destroyed by the demons. It is a place to stay."
Guan Shuheng didn't speak, but touched the unconscious Lei Tianyou lightly, without any response. He had just taken the medicine and was treated by Ye Que Tianyuan. Although he was out of danger, how could he wake up so quickly.
He shook his head at his senior sister.
Yang Nuanyue took a deep breath, sat up, and looked at Ye Que solemnly, "Then we will also go to Luoyang, and we may have to rely on your husband along the way. If there is anything useful, please do. Open your mouth, although you may not be able to fight against the magic seed, the sisters can still do things like running errands."
Speaking of these, Yang Nuanyue took the lead to stand up and bow once again to salute Ye Que.
At the same time, including Guan Shuheng, the other young disciples of Fenglei Pavilion also stood up and bent over to pay respect to Ye Que.
Seeing the actions of the disciples of Fenglei Pavilion, the faces of the teenagers in the broken Wangling were slightly embarrassed, and they stood up quickly, bending over, or not bending over.
Fenglei Pavilion is already regarded as the lowest level of cultivation sect, and now it seems that this broken Wangling is even more unsustainable.
Evaluating a sect of cultivation, combat effectiveness is the overall strength, master represents the ceiling of the sect, and the junior disciples at the bottom reflect the connotation of a sect.
At least when it comes to dealing with people and things, Feng Lei Pavilion is even better.
Eat wild game.
Everyone took time to rest in the temple. Guan Shuheng still wanted to go to the door to watch the night. This time Ye Que didn't let him insist, "Shuheng, you also have to rest for a while. You have to hurry tomorrow, your big brother. But it’s all up to you to take care of it. How can you take a good rest? It’s not that easy to walk thousands of miles from Youbei to Luoyang."
"Sir, I'm fine, I'm not tired." Guan Shu insisted through gritted teeth.
"Perseverance is a good thing, but it is necessary to have a clear understanding of yourself, otherwise it is reckless." Ye Que patted Shuheng's shoulder and said calmly, "Cultivation is something smart people can do. Don't Learn from fools."
"I..." Guan Shu opened his mouth and wanted to explain.
But I was glared by Ye Que, and immediately suffocated the words behind. I ran around for a whole day. If I was not tired, it must be a lie. I was guarding the gate of Guan Shuheng just now. Asleep while standing.
Slowly walked to the small courtyard, added another bundle of firewood to the bonfire, and simply gathered the fire. When he returned to the temple, Guan Shuheng had completely fainted, and even the red bean was holding it. Sleep on the bedding. Perhaps the Dragon Girl's practice is to eat and drink enough to go to sleep, and practice in her sleep. Anyway, for so long, Ye Que has hardly seen the red bean enter the concentration.
Not right.
Not almost, I haven’t seen it once. From now on, Adzuki bean’s practice method is definitely different from ordinary people. However, her Wuxiang is the real Wuxiang, even indistinctly compared. General Wuxiangjing needs to be more solid.
Sitting cross-legged at the door of Guandi Temple.
Take out a hip flask from the sachet.
I raised my head and took a sip. It was hot and hot. This pot of wine was smoothed from the wine shop outside Meishan a few days ago. The wine is Tusu from Youbei, as strong as a flame, with a line through the throat.
Drinking the wine, Ye Que frowned tightly as he watched the snow falling from the sky.
In front of this group of young practitioners, he is a master and the pillar of everyone, so naturally he can't show confusion. But now everyone else was asleep, and Ye Que was the only one left, and the sorrow filled his mind.
History has been completely changed.
The devilish energy invades Youbei.
How should I deal with myself?
To live, it is necessary to live. With his current strength and the most precious artifact in his body, there is no accident and it is not a problem to live. How can he live? How to live? But it requires careful thinking.
In other words, it's my own way.
After Ye Que returned to his youth, what was his ‘Tao’?
Become No. 1 in the world? That seems to be the way of red beans.
So that all civilians can practice? That's the way Qian Shu laughed.
Go forward bravely, pierce the inner cage, cut off the past? That is the Tao of Qian's calligraphy and painting.
How about yourself?
During this period of time, Ye Que has been thinking about what his ‘Tao’ really is. What is the belief that can support himself overcoming obstacles? Once he thought it was his mother's wish, but later he thought it was the cause of Ye Zhengru's death. Sometimes he also thought about it, maybe it was just practicing all the time. Breaking the formlessness, becoming the heavenly enlightenment, crossing the fairy ladder, transcending the emptiness, proving immortality, becoming the supreme supreme in the legend.
But these are too illusory, no matter how you think it is a little unrealistic.
In the last life, it took me a hundred years to reach the edge of immortality. For this reason, I almost gave up everything, not even the Taoist couple on weekends.
Does it make sense to live like this?
There is a voice in Ye Que's heart reminding himself that this is meaningless, he cannot become a slave to practice, and he cannot become a machine that only knows about practice.
I have tasted the scenery of the fairy world. Ye Que has mostly seen the beauty of the Three Realms. Can you really walk? I'm afraid Ye Que hasn't finished walking in this world.
Ye Que, the end of Luoshui, has never been to the Dragon Vein Emperor's Mausoleum, and even this You Bei Yeque hasn't been there in his previous life. You must know that Ye Que’s hometown was the place where Ye Que grew up in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I remember talking to a Taoist friend before and talking about the world, except for the Qingqiu Jianmen, I only know the world. One or two.
I don't know the rest eight or nine!
The world?
The world between heaven and earth?
Why can't your own way be the world?
Ye Que stretched out his hand and gently touched his feet. It was a bit cold, but under the snow was warm, it was the earth. Raising the hand, the snow fell into the palm of the hand, still cold, but after the snow melted, it was water, and water was the source of life.
The aroma of wine remains under the lips and teeth.
Ye Que’s Linghai suddenly rises with a stream of heat, and the Tianyuan Golden Python and the artifact river **** also flew from the depths of the Linghai. The heat swept across the Linghai and rolled up a hundred-foot-high spiritual power tree with the top of the tree. It's that page of the heavenly book.
The heavenly book exudes a faint green light.
Ye Que's mind approached the heavenly book, and the green light instantly stretched out a uniform silk thread, the silk thread wrapped Ye Que's mind, and then dragged him into the heavenly book slowly.
The divine weapon and river **** is no longer in the heavenly book at this time, only the sky full of mysterious texts are left, and each of the mysterious texts emits the same green light.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched the Xuanwen in the air, the touch of the fingers was clear and audible.
The transmission of a mysterious and mysterious feeling to Ye Que's brain seems to be guiding and testing.
"Formation!"
In an instant, Ye Que confirmed the answer to that feeling. The Xuanwen touched by his fingers was a form of formation, a very old formation. Using the power of water to condense the power of life, and finally achieve the effect of healing the pain, the record seems to have been lost for a long time, and it appears again in the heavenly book!
Ye Que was not eager to look at it, but frowned and thought about it. In the previous life, he himself had received a heavenly book, and even got a three-page heavenly book. However, he only saw half of the cultivation technique, the pure qi refining technique, and never saw anything else.
But now, I actually saw Xuanwen in the heavenly book, and found the formation of ancient times in Xuanwen, which is really weird.
Is it because I used to have no real practice in the heavenly book, so he could not open the treasure house of the heavenly book. After returning to his youth, he hadn't practiced any other Qi-refining laws, and simply practiced the heavenly book, so in the Dragon Vessel Emperor's Tomb, a page of the heavenly book under the ground could sense himself ~IndoMTL.com~ and call out.
It seems that all these are fixed numbers in the dark.
Raising his hand, touched the other Xuanwen again, the formation is still the formation, but it is different from the formation just now, it is no longer the healing formation of the power of water.
I touched more than a dozen Xuanwen in succession, and all the Xuanwen recorded in each one was a formation.
"Could it be that in this page of the heavenly book, apart from recording a section of the law of refining, all the rest are formations?"
"What about the other pages of the heavenly book? Will it be different?"
"Or is it that only this page of the heavenly book is more special?"
"Or is it your own epiphany? Realizing your own ‘Tao’, the heavenly scriptures will change differently?"
In an instant, countless kinds of possibilities lingered in Ye Que's mind, and in the end no one was able to convince anyone. But no matter what the possibility is, these profound texts are indeed true formations, and they are the most cherished and most precious long-lost ancient formations.
"The sea of learning is endless."
"There is a road to the mountain of books."
Since the heavenly book has given me a chance, I can't let it go.
Sitting cross-legged at the door of Guandi Temple, Ye Que was half of his body in the temple, half of his body outside the temple, half of his body warm, half full of snowflakes, and a crackling bonfire not far away.
Ye Que just opened his eyes and entered the practice of concentration. From time to time, a strange Xuanwen flashed through his black eyes. After Xuanwen stayed in his eyes for a period of time, he would float away, and then Xuanwen appeared again. .
The words flashed one by one, and there was smoke on Ye Que's head, and the smoke was condensed without dispersing, slowly transforming into a green weird lotus with pure white stamens and emerald green petals.
Spirit smoke floats and flies, dispersing and condensing, petals blooming and fading, one by one.
This night, when the snow fell on Cicada Mountain at dawn, the flowers on Ye Que's head bloomed seventy-four.