Nightfall

No one noticed that when the cavalry of the Xiling Temple's guardian cavalry killed the square, a famous middle-aged scholar also came to the field. I don't know when he approached the platform silently.

The middle-aged scholar was dressed in ordinary, dusty, sweaty clothes, and a parcel was tied behind him. He came to the stage and unfastened the parcel at the fastest speed, and took out a wooden tray from the inside.

I don't know what kind of wood is used to make the wooden plate, the texture is very delicate, and it gives a golden stone texture. It feels very wonderful. The plate is covered with a very thin layer of yellow sand.

This is a sand table.

One of the most famous sand table in the practice circle: He Shan plate.

The Heshan plate appeared, and the whole world entered the Heshan plate. The shallow layer of yellow sand flew in the air, and then fell, and the sky and earth were painted yellow. Then, everything became yellow sand.

The hard bluestone ground turned into a soft desert, the horses sprinting at high speed, the sound of horror, fell heavily to the ground, the front hoof broke miserably, the temple cavalry on horseback fell directly.

In a very short period of time, hundreds of temple cavalrymen fell into a horse. On the contrary, those Protestant believers who were frightened and evaded, although they became difficult to move, were not hurt by this yellow sand.

Yellow sand is sometimes like water. Because of its softness, it wins strong, so pity is weak.

Long Qing's feet were also trapped in the yellow sand. He clearly felt the sucking power from the sand bottom, and his expression became very dignified. He raised his right foot very hard and wanted to take a step forward.

Suddenly the wind rose, swept the yellow sand, and stopped in front of him.

His eyes crossed the flying yellow sand. It fell on the middle-aged scholar on the stage.

Chen Pipi looked at the middle-aged scholar and exclaimed: "Four Brothers!"

The middle-aged scholar did not respond, but just stared at Long Qing.

Long Qing frowned slightly. Today he was ordered to kill Ye Su and Tu Xinjiao. He guessed that the academy might be prepared, but he did not expect that it was not that iron arrow, not Mr. Da, but this person.

Fan Yue, Mr. Four of the Academy.

Among those funny and scary characters in the back hill of the academy. Fan Yue is a relatively low-key person. He started very early and ranked very high, but it was just the realm of the peak of Dongxuan, and it was not at the same level as Li Slow and Junmo. Although the third sister Yu Lian said that the performance in those years has been only Dong Xuanjing. But after she destroyed Xiong Chumo, the head of the Xiling Temple, into waste. Everyone knows that it is just an appearance, but he is a real cave.

Of course, this is not important. Don't care about their talents for practice, but the people in Houshan have their own areas of specialization, and they can do their best in that area. For example, those guys in the fifty-sixty-one group, only Fan Yue appears relatively weak, he Good at Fu Dao, but not as good as Mo Shanshan and Ning Que ’s talents in this area. He is good at strategy and planning, but he is not good at Yu Yu. He is good at design. In this respect, he is not even as good as the six young teachers. Professor, really want to say the strongest, or just intend to make an offer.

Over the years, the backyard of the academy has gradually appeared in front of the world. He is still so unobtrusive, without too many amazing performances. Only the colleagues in the backyard of the academy know that he is very important. The arrangement comes from Yu Lian, Ning Que and his calculations, and he has one of the most precious instruments in the practice circle today, that is the Heshan plate.

Before the Qingxia, it was by the river and mountain plate that everyone in the academy could avoid the sword of observing the Lord. He exhausted his efforts to trap the sword, and gave Junmo the opportunity to show his might. The sword that can trap the viewer can imagine how powerful he and his river plate are. Today he brought the river plate.

In fact, he should not have appeared here.

The Xiling Temple's attitude towards Ye Su and Protestantism is very clear to the Academy, but regardless of the elder brother or Yu Lian and Ning Que, they always think that the subject can be persuaded. Since killing Ye Su is not good for Daomen, the subject must be I won't do it, as long as the subject is silent, then Tang Xiaotang and Jiange will be enough.

Only the fourth brother felt something different. He continued to calculate for a long time, and did not calculate other results, but he still felt strong uneasiness. He thought that the judgment of the brother and sister and the younger brother was wrong, but he could not find it. When he got the evidence, he came by himself. He packed his luggage, walked alone, left the back mountain, and took the river mountain plate, not far away, and came thousands of miles away to save Ye Su's life.

This is the true behavior style of the academy. It can be united in different ways. It must be different from one another. It must be responsible for the teachers. But first of all, you have to be responsible for yourself. Do not regret it.

Brother Si finally arrived. Although it was difficult for him to change the situation on the field alone, he could make the effort that the academy should make on behalf of the academy, without regrets, that would be good.

He lifted up the river and mountain plate and poured all his thoughts into the plate, but in an instant, the snowy mountains and seas showed signs of exhaustion, showing to the foreign minister, his face became extremely pale, and even seemed to be a little thin.

In the plate of Heshan is yellow sand, and even Heshan.

Each grain of sand is a scenery in a river or mountain, or a small bridge, or a running water, or a pavilion, or a green hill, or a man in a boat pavilion on the bridge. On the tree.

Today, these yellow sands are just yellow sands.

Because the most original is also the most powerful.

Brother Si's thoughts inspired Heshan Pan, the yellow sand danced wildly, and then condensed, the world suddenly turned yellow, and became a dull desert, in which no direction could be found at all.

The rear cavalry of the Xiling Temple, fortunately, did not fall to death, desperately pulling the reins to stop the mount, and then turning over and dismounting, dragging the mount to try to find the exit, but where is it so easy?

Four senior brothers held the Heshan plate and walked to the stage.

Long Qing looked at him quietly, and the yellow sand was laying on the ground, but he could not drag him completely into the illusion of rivers and mountains. His body was in the yellow sand, but his eyes could see the reality and see his opponent.

I do n’t know why. Brother Siqing looked at Long Qing ’s eyes and felt a little uneasy, just like when he was doing calculations in Houshan of the Academy, and felt that something bad might happen.

So he sighed into the Heshan plate.

The shallow layer of yellow sand was wrinkled. Some grains of sand rose against the wind and flew in the air.

A hurricane suddenly appeared on the square that became a desert, countless yellow sands rolled up, covering everyone's sight, and the world became dim. What was more terrifying was that the desert, which was still flat like a wilderness, suddenly rumbling Loud noises produced countless layers of sand dunes, and I wonder how many cavalry were swallowed by the moving sand!

Even if there is no cavalry swallowed. Endless dangers were also encountered in the flying yellow sand. The screams of screams can be heard everywhere, and the dull sound of people and horses striking each other can be heard everywhere.

Even a strong man with a destiny such as Xiaoyu, a young girl from the South China Sea, could not resist the power of the river and mountain plate. One after another. She was also comatose in the yellow sand.

Long Qing's footsteps still failed to fall. His face was pale, he was injured by Tang Xiaotang and then seriously injured by the Heshan plate, he did not expect the other party's own realm to be ordinary. This sand table is so scary.

However, is this enough?

The next moment, his feet finally fell, but still fell on the yellow sand.

He failed to get out of the river and mountain plate, but what about that?

The scar on his face became brighter, definitely not ugly, more like a weird makeup, with gray eyes, straight hair with silver wire, and even beautiful.

He is so powerful, he still hides really powerful means. He waits for the iron arrow of Ning Que and waits for Li slowly. That is why he is not afraid, let alone a sandbox?

He took a book from his arms and reached it before the wind and sand.

He remembered those years, he was the second division of the ruling division, with the deacon of the division, chasing down the remnants of the demons and the sinners of apostasy. At that time, he was justice and he believed that he was justice.

His expression became colder, looking at Ye Su and others on the other side of the sand, silently repeating those familiar words: sinners, accept Haotian's punishment.

Last night, the Taoist Temple was ruled in Taoshan. The middle-aged Taoist broke Ye Hongyu's fan cage with a volume of books. That was the scroll of Tianshu. At this time, Longqing also held a scroll of Tianshu and the scroll of Tianshu.

The Lord made the most important decision, and no longer cares about the word blasphemy. The most holy book of Taoism has become an artifact in his plan, a very powerful artifact.

The middle-aged Taoists have accompanied Tianshu in Zhishouguan for countless years. Long Qing has always brought Tianshu sand scrolls with them. Only the two of them have the ability to use Tianshu as a weapon.

The city in the early morning was covered with yellow sand, and no longer could find the fresh and cold winter, only boring, and when Longqing lifted the Tianshu sand scroll, that feeling became clearer.

The cover of the sand scroll rolls into the wind, turning into tens of thousands of tiny grains of sand, and then begins to fly. Immediately afterwards, the second page of the sand scroll was also converted into sand, then the third page, the fourth page, the fifth page ...

Hundreds of thousands of grains of sand turned into a river of sand. From Long Qing's hands, they went straight to the sky dome. At the deepest part of the sky dome, they inherited an indescribable subtle meaning, and then blasted into the sky.

The Tianshusha word roll records almost all the exercises in the practice world, which can never be done by humans. Just like the Japanese word roll, except for the collection of Daomen, it is more of Haotian's divine power.

Daomen regards spiritual practice as a gift given by Haotian to mankind. This book of heaven is a list of gifts. There are countless ranks in it, as vast as the sea, or as sand on the bottom of the sea. Human awe. Today, the sand scrolls are really turned into sand grains. The ink characters that record the exercises are melted on the paper and then dissipated to become the finest particles. Every grain seems to have the power of that exercise.

Hundreds of thousands of grains of sand and hundreds of millions of exercises have just fallen into the sky of yellow sand and fallen into the Heshan Pan, which has Wanliheshan, but after all, it is the product of practitioners. How can it accommodate the almost infinite vastness and complicated?

In an instant, the yellow sand suddenly stopped in the sky, and in some corners, even Yingying had pavilions and pavilions, they would have to lose their original form and become a virtual shadow in the river and mountain plate.

Brother Si holding the arms of the Heshan Pan, trembling uncontrollably, as if he would throw the Heshan Pan to the ground in the next moment. He felt the terrifying impact from the pan, and found that it was better than before. The virtual sword thrown by the Lord was more powerful, his face instantly turned pale, and his lips began to overflow with blood.

"Let's go."

Long Qing said blankly. As his voice fell, the wind and sand on the square slowed down countless times, and the small bridges that appeared at the beginning were covered with gravel from the sand scrolls.

Eyes full of yellow sand, covered by seabed sand. There is no need to find a way out. I use my world to cover your world, then I can walk at will and go wherever I want.

Long Qing took a step forward.

If there is real intelligent life in that river or mountain, or you can see under the sun, there is a footprint larger than the mountain peak, stepping on the clouds, crushing the field, and falling to the horizon.

Heshan plate, Wanliheshan. He stepped out in one step.

Long Qing appeared on the stage. Appeared in front of Ye Su.

There is residual yellow sand between the two.

Brother Si kept coughing up blood and was still trying to support, but I wondered how long it would last.

Long Qing held the dispelling Tianshu sand scroll in one hand, and grabbed Ye Su with one hand.

A figure came from the sand. That's Tang Xiaotang. She supported her tired body with an iron rod. He sat down in front of Ye Su, raised his stick in his hands, and blocked a note with his last strength.

Long Qing's hand fell on the iron bar.

Poof. Tang Xiaotang spit in blood and could not afford to fall.

Long Qing took another step forward, across her, and grabbed Ye Su again.

At that time, the sand scroll held in his left hand was still fighting against the last scene in the Heshan plate. More and more blood flowed out of Brother Si ’s mouth, wet his front, the color of blood spit became darker and darker, and finally even looked like ink, shocking.

Chen Pipi was watching, finally feeling desperate.

His body began to tremble, because of worry, worry about the situation of the two brothers and his lover, because of fear, fear that the two brothers and his lover were about to die, he was really scared.

The tremor spread from his hands and feet to the chest and abdomen, then to the depths of his body, and finally fell behind his waist, so his snowy mountains and seas began to tremble.

His snowy mountains and seas have become obsolete. To be precise, he was completely locked up by Sang Sang, and has already become a dry Dead Sea and black monotonous rock peaks. At this time, he shivered!

Shaking is movement, and being active is alive.

His snow-capped mountains and seas were alive at the most desperate moment!

Chen Pipi was too late to feel this sudden change, let alone have time to ecstasy, but just followed the trembling, purely instinctive, his hands fluttered towards Longqing.

Shi Dao does not have any trajectories. It is as elusive as the sky and clouds. It bursts out from the front of his ten fingers and pierces Longqing's chest and abdomen fiercely!

After a **** battle with Tang Xiaotang, who was favored by Haotian, and then competing with Mr. Si, the academy holding the Heshanpan, Long Qing had been seriously injured, and Chen Pipi ’s Tianxi Creek God Finger came back so unreasonable, so Even if he was holding Tianshu sand scroll, he could not avoid it.

There was a dense muffled noise, ten fingers of the world's river gods, all fell on Long Qing's chest, ten blood holes appeared on the thin clothes, and the blood flowed out.

Long Qing's face became paler. He looked down at his chest a little puzzled, and then looked up at the orange peel behind Ye Su, frowning slightly.

Then he wanted to understand.

Now Haotian is so weak that she can no longer shelter the people she once promised to shelter, such as Tang Xiaotang, then naturally she can no longer punish the people she once wanted to punish forever-Guanzhu has drifted down Taoshan, the same as him The Chen Pipi encountered naturally came to the moment to stand up again.

Long Qing coughed a bit in pain, and each cough made the blood flow in his chest a little faster.

"Not enough." He looked at Chen Pipi and said blankly.

The sand roll held in his left hand turned into gravel and whistled away.

In an instant, there were countless extremely thin blood lines on Chen Pipi's body.

Each blood line comes from a very thin wound, and each wound is a gravel. The gravel is deep in the wound, hurting the bone marrow, and drilling inward like an ant. What kind of pain is this?

Chen Pipi was so painful that he didn't cry-he didn't want to cry because it was so embarrassing-so he desperately squeezed out a smile, but didn't know that the smile was ugly like crying.

Looking at his funny look, Tang Xiaotang wanted to laugh, but sadly wanted to cry.

Long Qing glanced at Brother Si, holding his hand tightly.

Brother Si sighed, sat down weakly, and then began to vomit blood.

There was silence.

Long Qing looked at Ye Su, Chen Cipi, Tang Xiaotang, Fan Yue, eyes slowly swept across their faces, took a deep breath, and looked very satisfied.

these people. Some are the objects he could only look up to, the ones he made him instinctively fearful of humiliating, those with genius far superior to him, and those who were eager to want classmates but were rejected.

Now these people are not as strong as him, and even if they are in one place, they are not his opponents.

Maybe the exercises he practiced, one day after many years, will turn him into a monster of loss of reason, or will directly disintegrate his body into hundreds of millions of particles, but that will all happen later.

He is very satisfied now. Unprecedented satisfaction.

His jaw lifted. Not deliberately arrogant, but began to be arrogant, like returning to the day when he walked into Chang'an City many years ago. On that day, countless flowers were thrown on Chang'an Street. He is in the middle of the dragon.

Just then. A word sounded on the stage.

"Please lend me a use."

This sentence. Ye Su said to Brother Si, but also like to say to this world.

The already broken mountain and river plate came to his hand.

Long Qing looked at him and said, "You have turned away from Haotian. How could there be miracles?"

Ye Su's snow-capped mountains and sea were destroyed by Jianyi in the battle with Junmo in front of the Qingxia, and had nothing to do with Sang Sang, so he could not recover like the Lord and Chen Pipi.

"The miracle, or originally created by humans." Ye Su said.

This sentence is the root of Protestantism, or the epitaph of Daomen.

Long Qing shook his head and said, "That needs strength, you have no strength."

The wind and sand are over, and only a few people on the stage have the influence of the counterpoint between the river and the mountain and the Tianshu sand script. There are dead people everywhere on the square. Those believers who were alive, even if they were seriously injured, came to Ye Su.

They wanted to save Ye Su, even if they gave their lives.

——Is this persistent idea a belief? Is it power?

Ye Su looked at the devout followers, with complex emotions in his eyes, and said, "I think this is power, this is the power of faith."

Long Qing said: "You should be very clear that only Haotian can use the power of faith."

Ye Su did not look at him, looked at the blue sky and said, "What about Buddha?"

Long Qing said: "How to use this power ..."

Ye Su said: "I don't know ... I want to try to borrow and use it."

Please lend me a use-not only to point to the academy to borrow the river mountain plate, Ye Su wants to borrow power from the followers, or that is really the power of faith.

A very pure force was born in the field.

That strength came from the believers in the square, and the breath was a little mixed, about a thousand ways, and then entered Ye Su's body, and when it came out, it became like this when ... There was a solemn breath.

Ye Su poured this power or breath into the Heshan plate and looked to Longqing.

This is an invitation.

Long Qing's expression became extremely dignified, and the speed at which the Tianshu sand scroll disappeared suddenly increased.

He sat down in front of Ye Su.

The wind and sand reappeared, and Ye Su was crumbling, sitting reluctantly.

Long Qing looked blankly and looked at him like this.

Ye Su said: "You go first."

The two weren't playing chess against each other. Naturally, instead of letting Longqing fall, he took advantage of Longqing being trapped by himself, and asked Chenpi to lead the rest to leave and flee.

Long Qing stared at his face and said, "You can't go."

Ye Su never thought about leaving, he just wanted to leave Long Qing in the field, so that others could leave. Without this reason, he would rather die rather than try to use this power.

He founded Protestantism and wanted to tell mankind that there is no need for faith, but he did not expect that he eventually became the object of faith. This made him a little sad and sad.

To his comfort, today is the first time he uses the power of faith, and the last time he wants to come,

He started a new teaching, but he is not Haotian after all, even if he is willing to accept the incense of believers, it can not be compared with the Taoism that has undertaken incense to worship the faith for countless years.

The Heavenly Book is a holy relic of the Daomen, and its divine power is unpredictable. Ye Hongyu cannot block it with the whole ruling temple. How can he stop it by borrowing the followers ’mind and borrowing the river and mountain plate of the academy?

In the wind and sand, Ye Su became tired and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Chen Pipi has not yet left.

Ye Su lowered his head and said with some helplessness, "Let's go."

At this time, there were some wounded people. Only Long Qing could fight again, and only Ye Su could leave him for a while, but the morning light that had fallen on him had faded.

Go and go, it's only one word short, but it's more begging.

Chen Pipi was silent and stood up hard. He lifted Tang Xiaotang and his four senior brothers, walked down the platform, joined the last few disciples of Jiangge and walked outside the square.

From beginning to end, he never looked back.

He didn't talk to Ye Su, he didn't cry, he didn't laugh, he didn't blame, but he walked silently, enduring the pain caused by the thousands of blood holes in his body, and helped his companion to walk forward.

Because whether it is crying or laughing, talking or weird, it is a kind of goodbye.

He did not want to say goodbye to Ye Su, as if he would never say goodbye.

I have been walking for a long time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ finally away from the battlefield.

The cavalry in the Xiling Temple did not pursue them, and they survived.

Chen Pipi didn't say anything, went on, got on the carriage, drove out of the city gate, entered the wilderness, and went tens of miles away, then he began to cry out loud.

Brother Si sits by the window of the car, looking at the flashing picture outside, and wants to say something, but he doesn't understand, nothing has changed, why did he come here?

The mountains and rivers were destroyed and people died.

He wanted to go back to Chang'an and ask Ning Que, what's wrong with all this?

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(February 22 today is the birthday of Mo Bai, I decided that today is also the birthday of Brother II, I wish them a happy birthday, I wish Chen Pipi can re-birth as soon as possible, I wish Ye Su the glory of death, I wish you all happiness , I wish I could overcome everything and be as strong as these days.) (To be continued ...)