Nightfall Chapter 16: Chance

Volume 2 Winter Lake Chapter 16 Chance

After a while, Sangsang looked at the old man and said seriously: "If you only like women from your own country and don’t like Yannv, I also know some brothel girls, but if you want them to give birth to you, the cost is estimated to be a huge amount. ."

The old man was in a trance again. After a long period of silence, he woke up with difficulty, and said with a serious expression: "I don't want to find a wife and have children, I want to find an apprentice to inherit my mantle."

Now it's Sangsang's turn to be in a trance. What does she want to find an apprentice have to do with me? My bones are not strange, and my life experience is not strange, and although your padded jacket is really dirty, it seems that you have never been begging these days, and it does not look like the stories told by Ning Que when I was a child. The appearance of an expert outside the world.

"Do you want to accept me as an apprentice, or do you want me to help you find an apprentice?" she asked seriously.

The old man replied seriously: "I want to accept you as an apprentice."

Sangsang decided to ignore him, knelt down and started wiping the legs of the table.

The old man looked at the light, but he could not find a stained table leg, and was silent.

The old man did not leave Laobi Zhai, but followed Sangsang silently and looked at Sangsang. He watched Sangsang wipe the tables and chairs, clean the non-existent floating dust, re-repair the door of the shop that had been repaired a long time ago, watch the door of Sangsang closed, watch the water from the well, watch Sangsang wash rice, choose vegetables, cook, and cut garlic. Sangsang sat down at the table and started eating alone.

Sangsang didn't mean to invite him to dinner, and strangely, he didn't mean to invite him to leave.

Across the window, the old man looked at her silently eating, and said sympathetically: "Are you bored?"

Sangsang's hands holding the rice bowl stiffened slightly. She looked at the three green vegetables on the white rice, nodded, and then continued to chew the roots of the vegetables in her mouth, her black cheeks bulged slightly.

After dinner, Sangsang washes the dishes, washes his face, washes his feet, and prepares to sleep.

Before going to bed, she took out a bedding and handed it to the old man who had been guarding the courtyard, saying: "If there is no place to sleep, you can put the table together in front of you and it will be overnight."

The old man felt the weight of the bedding, and his heart became firmer. He looked at the little girl and asked seriously: "Do you believe in chance?"

Sangsang shook her head, and then she thought about the encounter many years ago and the life of living with someone all these years, Willow's eyes were brighter, and she nodded again.

"I believe in chance." The old man said: "I believe that everyone is destined to meet some people and do some things. These things arranged by Haotian are chance."

The old man’s muddy eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked at the Chang’an night scene outside the small courtyard, and said after a moment of silence: “Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night fall in this city. It's met."

"Since I met, I can't be separated anymore. It's just that what I saw is not real and what I met is not specific. I only know that he exists, but I don't know where he exists."

"Then I saw a person who knows by birth in the city of Chang'an. I think this is wrong, because there should be no person who knows by birth, so my chance with him begins."

"The chance between me and him was to see him and kill him."

"Nine months after seeing him, I started trying to kill him, but I knew I didn’t kill him because he was still alive. I was the only one in the world who could clearly feel that he was alive. People."

"It's just that since then, the chances have faded. Except once in a while, I never saw where he is again. Until recently, I saw him again, so I came to him and resumed the chance."

The old man muttered the past things like a pious fool sitting on a high threshold. Sangsang was silent for a long time, and the eyes of the willow leaves occasionally brightened and then disappeared. Then she asked: " Find him... What will you do?"

The old man said: "Kill him."

Sangsang asked: "If you are a great person, why didn't you kill him back then?"

"Because the chance between us is not absolutely close... not everyone can easily enter this city to kill people, especially me, so back then, people in this city can only do it, and the more important thing is The reason is that the whole world will be suspicious of what I see, and they don’t believe me at all."

The old man continued: "I don't know what will happen after I find him. Haotian's arrangement can never be something mortal like us can think about, but I always believe that he has a great chance with me. People, I thought that when I came to Chang'an, I wanted to understand this opportunity until... I met you."

The old man looked at Sangsang’s dark cheeks and bright willow-leaf eyes. He was silent for a long time. He thought silently that the sacrifices of so many subordinates who were loyal to him made the entire Taoshan and Tang country uneasy and unconscious. The real reason that attracted yourself to Chang'an City was the shadow of the dark night or you in front of you?

Sangsang's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice calmly asked: "What can I learn from you?"

The old man looked at her blinking eyelashes, her usual face, and said: "Divine Art."

Sangsang asked: "Is the magic technique very powerful?"

The old man nodded and said, "It's amazing."

Sangsang lowered his head to make his eyelashes longer, and said in a low voice, "My master is very powerful. After I learn the magic arts, can I help him beat people?"

The old man smiled slightly, and said, "I definitely can."

Sangsang raised his head, looked up at the old man with his dark face, and asked bravely: "Can you... defeat you?"

The old man looked at the little girl’s little face, at the two eyes that were as dark as the mountains and rocks, like a clear spring, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of the clear spring water, but he still didn’t see a trace of impurities, just Transparency and absolute transparency, I couldn't help but sigh deep in my heart, and said in a prophetic and solemn tone: "It must be possible."

Sangsang asked: "What kind of magic is the magic?"

The old man responded: "Cultivation is about perceiving and then manipulating the breath between heaven and earth. Divine art is to perceive and understand the divine brilliance that controls Haotian. The so-called divine brilliance, you have seen it when you are born, and you see it when you wake up in the morning. Before, you have seen it when the door is closed in the twilight, you have seen it in the summer, you have also seen it in the winter snow, and you have never seen it all the time."

Sangsang frowned slightly and asked, "What is that?"

The city of Chang'an was quiet in the middle of the night, and the sky was full of stars, but after all, it was not as clear as the day. The old man stood between the cramped courtyards, slowly spreading his arms, as if to bear all the light in the world.

"Haotian Shenhui is sunshine."

When the voice fell, the front end of the right hand of the old man sticking out the cuff of the dirty padded jacket, that is, the tip of the **** suddenly became bright, and the luminous light from nowhere gathered here, slowly releasing from the inside out. Hair is like a bright flower, concealing all the lines on the fingertips, holy and milky white, making people respectful.

The old man looked at the little girl in front of him, and said calmly: "It takes ten years to perceive Haotian's divine brilliance. So what you need at the beginning is great tolerance and patience." /

Listening to this, Sangsang thought. She raised her right hand and raised her index finger, and stretched her slender fingers into the dark winter night. The dim fingers swayed gently in the wind, and then gave birth to a dim and faint light, like a residual candle in the wind. , May go out at any time, but after all, it is on and never goes out.

The old man looked madly at the light on the tip of her slender index finger, as if drunk and didn't want to wake up.

In the winter of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the great priest of Guangming who escaped from the temple of Xiling, came to Chang'an City because of the infernal induction. He did not find the shadow of the dark night, but found his descendants. This is probably also some kind of apocalypse. .

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Somewhere on the grassland not far from Weicheng in the northwest border of the Tang Empire.

Under a certain dying winter tree, a scholar wearing a cotton jacket is cooking.

He looked at the book in his left hand calmly and intently, and suddenly remembered something. He took off the water scoop by his waist and filled it with water, poured it into the milky white soup pot, and boiled the pot. A little bit of pressure. Taking advantage of the time he had gained, he began to slice the meat slowly, and the frozen mutton was flying in pieces under a sharp knife, as if a snowflake was falling, but his movements were too slow, the meat was not cut, and the soup pot was again Boil.

Another scoop of water was poured into the soup pot, and the scholar continued to cut the meat. The tall master was holding the prepared bowls and chopsticks, standing eagerly beside the soup pot, and letting out an annoyed and anxious sigh from time to time.

"To talk about things like fate...No one knows what he will see, what he meets, and no one knows what seeing what he meets means to him. Ideas and reality are often opposites. Two worlds, such as the general and the aunt we saw in Weicheng a few days ago, maybe they will live forever, maybe they will withdraw back to the Central Plains next year, but no matter how they develop, they are not as happy as they seem to be. "

The master tapped the empty bowl with chopsticks, shook his head and sighed and said, "If you are not happy, it does not mean that you will be gloomy. I don't think this is a kind of sadness. On the contrary, I feel that it is full of drama and joy, like Mingming soup. Here, the lamb is also here, but half an hour has passed, and I have not been able to eat it yet. This does not mean that I will always be so sad and sad. Maybe the first bite of lamb will be what I have eaten in my life. The best food ever."

Anyone who is a student must learn to hear the truest wishes from the teacher’s magnificent words. The scholar, as the master of the academy, is of course the person who understands what the master likes and hates best, so he Insert the book back to his waist and start to speed up the meat cutting speed to prevent the teacher from really starting to go crazy later.

But as Chen Pippi once told Ning Que, the senior brother is very serious and very serious, so he is very slow and very slow, so although the master is holding the bowl and chopsticks and waiting by the soup pot like a beggar, giving Despite his unprecedented pressure, the speed of meat cutting still has not increased much.

In order to distract the teacher and relieve the current mental pressure a little, the senior brother cut the meat while asking: "Teacher, can't you see the future?"

Listening to this question, the Master was furious, and pointed to the gray winter sky above his head and shouted: "I can't even understand this sky, where can I see the future!"

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