Nightfall

Ye Su was on stage.

Since he cannot be an audience on stage, he is always forced to drag into this tragic comedy drama and play his role, even if it is the actor who is destined for the tragedy.

The Jiangge disciples stood in front of the stage with minor or severe injuries, but as long as they could stand, they would not loosen the sword in their hands and stick to the area in front of them.

Just like Liu Sheng, the sword sage, just like Liu Yiqing, they are one foot in front of them, and they are in the territory. Nan Jin has been completely occupied by the Xiling Temple, then one foot in front of them is the last homeland.

Long Qing knew that they wouldn't make way, he slowly raised his right hand, and somehow picked a black peach flower between his fingers, and his dark eyes swept across them.

These Nanjin men perfectly fulfilled the promises that Shimen once made, and the battle reached the last moment. Before stopping to breathe as much as possible, they did not let anyone approach Ye Su.

They know that death is coming, but they have no fear-Liu Bai once pierced his sword to Haotian on Taoshan. They are Liu Bai ’s apprentices and descendants. He inherited that sword and never forgot the torrential Yellow River Haotian's Divine Kingdom is the abyss of Hades, what terrible?

The death did not come immediately, because Chen Pipi walked out from behind Ye Su and walked to the disciples of Jiange. He watched Long Qing and said, "Do you want to destroy the Daomen?"

Long Qing looked at the sky that was getting brighter and brighter, silent for a long time, and then said: "You should be very clear that this is the will of the teacher, I am only the executor."

Chen Pipi's questioning was somewhat headless and tailless. Long Qing ’s answer was also somewhat inexplicable. It seemed that he agreed with the other party ’s claim that this war of annihilating Protestantism was the beginning of the destruction of the Taoist gate.

In fact, to understand this dialogue, only need to think about why Daomen can tolerate Ye Su ’s preaching in the world for several years, and why he has not decided to kill him until now.

Ye Su used to be the world walk of Taoism, but now he is the most important and indispensable important person of Protestantism, but he still has an identity-he is Ye Hongyu's most beloved brother.

Kill Ye Su. Then Ye Hongyu will betray. Even if Daomen even killed her, the Xiling Temple must fall into chaos until it splits, in this case. How do you dare to say that you must win the Academy and Tang State? If this war is for this reason. This led to the final victory of Tang Guo. How can Daomen continue to exist in the world?

Long Qing's eyes crossed Chen Pipi and Jiange disciples and fell on Ye Su. Ye Su was looking at the scroll in the case. It seems to be thinking about difficult issues.

"The day when he wrote the Protestant doctrine, the foundation of the Taoist door was destroyed by him ... There is no need to believe in the Taoist door of Haotian anymore. There is too much attraction for those stupid human beings. No one can reverse this trend, so He has to die, the gates are split? The levee collapses, the floods are flooded, and he has to grudge on the levee to fill the water? "

Long Qing paused for a moment, looking at the white smoke that was dissipating in the distant Tao Temple, and said blankly: "Not to mention that she is dead, who can turn around?"

Yes, that white smoke has risen, then Ye Su's fate is doomed, but the same is true. Since Daomen is about to kill Ye Su, then Ye Hongyu's fate is also doomed.

For more than ten years, the pair of brothers and sisters have met very few times, and their feelings seem not to be deep, even indifferent, but in fact, everyone knows that their destiny has always been connected, and if they want to kill, they must be killed.

Ye Su mentioned a pen, wrote a sentence on the paper, then looked up at Long Qing and said, "It's not difficult for me to die, why do so many things and kill so many people?"

Long Qing bowed his salute and straightened up and said, "Senior brother is overly humble and wants to kill you. This is the most difficult decision. The teacher has also slept all night for this reason. How dare you not be careful."

Ye Su thoughtfully said: "If you kill one person and die many people, I seem to be guilty of death."

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More than 2,000 Xingling Temple cavalry cavalrymen entered the city gates from all over the city. Armored war horses only showed their noses and looked extremely horrible. The knights riding on horsebacks also wore armor, The black armor is engraved with a symbolic line drawn by gold thread, which is extremely dazzling.

According to Daomen ’s practice, or a tacit understanding with the Tang Dynasty, the total number of **** cavalry in the Xiling Temple cannot exceed a certain rule. However, with the previous Tang Dynasty war, this practice has long ceased to exist. The gold and silver resources enshrined have expanded vigorously. Today, the total number of cavalry cavalry has exceeded 20,000, and they have the strength and confidence to compete with the heavy iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty.

There were two thousand **** cavalry who followed Hengmu Liren to the north of Qinghe County. At this time, they were suppressing those rebels who were preparing for the Tang Dynasty in Yangzhou City. However, these two thousand **** cavalry came straight from Songshan to the Song Dynasty, quietly. Hidden, follow Long Qing to carry out the task of suppressing Protestant believers.

With such a powerful military force to deal with thousands of defenseless Protestant believers, and a very small number of Jiange disciples, they are completely killing chickens with cattle knives, or it can be said that they are well-arranged, which can be seen from Daomen ’s determination, they are absolutely Ye Su will not be allowed to continue to live, and Protestantism will not be allowed to continue to develop.

The heavy riding with armor was extremely heavy. The horseshoe stepped on the city street, making a thud sound. When two thousand rides were moving at the same time, the dense hoof sound turned into a heavy rain, and it was a thunderstorm.

The **** cavalry drove at a high speed and looked cold. They didn't even care about what hit them. People in the streets of the city evaded. There were panic screams and screams after being hit.

The streets were filled with smoke and dust. Several hawkers who had escaped under the horseshoes were squeezed palely outside a tea shop. The cavalry who looked at the dust were shaking and unable to speak.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar did not avoid the corner of the street like people did. Instead, he drove forward with his luggage, covered with wind and dust, and sweated like rain. He went in the same direction as the cavalry.

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Long Qing pointed to the small courtyard beside the square, pointed to the pile of firewood in the broken wall, looked at Ye Su and said, "I spent the night to pile up the firewood, and I asked Brother to go up."

What do you do? Nature is not looking at the scenery. Although the woodpile is higher than the ground and looks farther, but standing there, the scenery in his eyes must be red, perhaps blood or flames.

Ye Su glanced at him and said nothing, then continued to write and said, "I will finish this paragraph."

There was no impatient look on Long Qing's face, because he didn't need patience, he walked forward. If he waits for a while. Or this will become a legendary story in the history of religion, but he does not care to destroy this beauty.

The swords of the disciples of the sword pavilion greeted them.

He waved his hands, the spades were in full bloom, and the sword burst into chaos.

It was at this time. Ye Su stopped writing. I looked up and said, "I've finished writing."

He did not write notes. Nor is it a Protestant teaching, but a travelogue.

Not the travel notes that flee among the countries these days, but many years ago. After seeing the black line on the wasteland, he went to various countries to explore the travel notes of the life and death pass, and the last article was written in Chang'an City several years ago.

In that Changan city, there was a small Taoist temple. He lived in Taoist temple for a long time. He repaired the house for the neighborhood and saved money for the governor. He once argued with the masters of the college and also negotiated prices with the vendors.

The experience of traveling around the country more than a few years ago really blossomed in the city of Chang’an. The so-called exploration of life and death had real meaning. He gained a lot, and those gains followed the one of Junmo in front of the Qingxia The sword officially came out of the shell, and it gradually formed as the smell of sewage in the poor alley in Linkang City faded.

This is the context of the formation of Protestant teachings. It is simple to sum up, but actually complex. The Protestant teachings are based on the Xiling Canons and incorporate the concept of the academy. They are ultimately determined by Ye Su ’s modern writings. It was Ye Su himself, who only had time to write a few volumes of doctrine, and he no longer had time to complete this work, so he used the last time to write this travelogue.

This travel note has a total of 5,041 words, only narrative, no comment, only what you see, but no reason, only compassion and self-improvement, no begging and yearning for the afterlife, simple and very simple.

This travelogue only talks about one thing: alive.

What is faith, what is the meaning of the believers, that is the doctrine needs to be explained, that is the work of the followers, Ye Su wants to say that it is just alive.

How to live, why to live, and how to live happily, this travel note does not give any answers, just through the description of those city life, the memory of those sufferings and happiness, points out a way.

To live well, there must be faith—believe in yourself.

You belong to yourself, you belong to the temple, you belong to the world, and Haotian belongs to Haotian.

This is what Ye Su wants to tell believers, or the way.

At this point he finally finished writing this travelogue, put the pen on the case, and then blew a few breaths against the wet ink on the paper, spread out to dry, just against the morning sky, just to show to the sky.

He wants God to take a look at this Travels. He wants God to take a look at the real world recorded in the Travels. He wants Heaven to understand what the world wants and does n’t want.

Long Qing stopped and looked at the papers on the case.

Ye Su stood up and said to the people: "We are the road, the truth and the life. Follow yourself, you will walk out of the dark valley and get the greatest joy."

He said this yesterday, when the snow broke and the sky fell, just falling on him, gilding him with gold rims, and snowflakes adorning it like a god.

Today he finished his travels and said this sentence again. There was no snow falling, the clouds in the sky had dispersed, and the sky was blue, but the morning light suddenly rose up brightly, making his figure exceptionally clear.

No longer just coated with a layer of golden light, looking out from the believers in the square, he was in the morning light, with his back to the bright red sun, exuding luster, he is the morning light representing hope.

The tree near the broken wall of the small courtyard was previously shattered by the impact of Tang Xiaotang and Long Qing, leaving only a half-foot high stump on the ground. At this time, the morning light leaked by the side of Ye Su gave birth to new branches and leaves. The tender green leaves and leaves tremble gently in the morning breeze, appearing very delicate, but with infinite vitality.

From the beginning of the last stroke, or from the travel booth to the blue sky, or from the sound of the Lang Lang in the alley, or even as early as the small Taoist temple in Chang'an City, Ye Su and his later creation Protestantism, representing a certain part of mankind, began competing with Tian for rights, or asking Haotian to reclaim the rights that originally belonged to humanity, and history was rewritten from that moment.

The morning light was bright, the blue sky and white clouds, the cold wind and the snow did not know where to go. The morning sun embraced his body, and the light radiated to the whole world. It's just that the harmony between heaven and earth and an ordinary person is his own glory.

The devotees who were frightened by bloodshed looked at the scene and gathered together again, ignoring the threats of the deacons and cavalry, and hugged to the front of the stage, wanting to be closer to Ye Su.

The morning sun shines on the world, Ye Su's body is like a transparent Liuliu, carrying the sun, and then spread to the world, the light spread far away, actually illuminating the streets in the distance.

The ordinary people who have just woken up or have not slept all night, and the pedestrians who dodge the hoofs of the cavalry cavalry under the eaves of the street, have seen the light in the square and the man in the Chaoyang. The people are shocked and a little confused. , Subconsciously move the footsteps and walk over there, the flow of people will gradually merge into the ocean.

Thousands of people already in the square are believers of Protestantism. They have a deeper feeling for this picture and are more shocked. Looking at Ye Su in the morning sun, the believers knelt in silence and expressed their respect.

Ye Su stood in front of the morning sun, turned his back to the light, looked at Long Qing and the deacons, and thousands of Protestant believers in the square.

His voice is calm, not deliberately fanatical, and his emotions are also calm, not the same as those famous speakers or saints in religious history, but what he said seems to have some magic ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Every word and sentence drifts with the morning breeze and shines with the morning light, seemingly unshakable prophecy.

Long Qing did not stop him from speaking, because he also wanted to know what Ye Su would say at this moment, and he had to predict something. The believers listened very seriously and were so focused.

"When the night comes, the sun's brilliance will be overshadowed, and the sky and the earth will fall into darkness. People will be cheered for it, because that is the real life."

Ye Su's voice drifted on the quiet square, like the sound of cicadas in the forest, the sound of frogs in the pool, the sound of wind between the cliffs, and the sound of waterfalls in autumn, making the world quieter.

In a quiet world, people are listening carefully, just like hearing the teachings of the saints, and then they start to think, even Long Qing has his head down, not knowing what to think.

If this is a prophecy, this prophecy ... what was predicted?

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(1118, this is my number.) (To be continued ...)