Nightfall

After a while, Sang Sang looked at the old man and said seriously: If you only like local women and don't like swallow girls, I also know some blue-story girls, but I want them to have children for you, the cost is estimated to be a large amount. "

The old man was in a trance for a long time, and it was difficult for him to wake up in silence for a long time. He looked solemnly and said: "I am not looking for a wife to have children, I am looking for an apprentice to inherit my mantle.

This time it was Sang Sang's trance, and she wanted to find an apprentice. What does this have to do with me? My bones are unclear, and my life is not bizarre, and although your cotton jacket is really dirty, it seems that you have not begged these days ... It does n’t look like it was in the stories that Ning Que told when I was a child. The appearance of a worldly master.

"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 answered seriously: "I want to take you as an apprentice."

Sang Sang decided to ignore him and crouched down to wipe the legs.

The old man looked at the light and could not find a stained leg, and said nothing.

The old man did not leave Lao Bi Zhai, but silently followed Sang Sang to see Sang Sang. He watched Sang Sang wipe the tables and chairs, cleaned the non-existent dust, rebuilt the door that had been repaired long ago, watched the door of Sang Sangguan, watched the water of Sang Sang Jijing, watched Sang Sang's rice selection, cooking and cutting garlic, Sang Sang sat at the table and started eating alone.

Sang Sang didn't mean to invite him to dinner together. It's amazing that he didn't mean to ask him to leave.

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

Sang Sang's hand 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 her mouth vigorously.

After dinner, Sang Sang washes dishes, washed his face, washed his feet, and prepared to sleep.

Before going to bed, she took out a bed and handed it to the old man who had been staying in the courtyard yard. She said, "If there is no place to sleep, you put together a table in front and it will be overnight."

Lao Weiwei was under the weight of the futon, and his heart became firmer. He looked at the little girl and asked seriously, "Do you believe in chance?"

Sang Sang shook her head, and then she thought of meeting many years ago, and living with someone for years. Liu Ye's eyes were brighter, and she nodded again.

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

The old man's cloudy eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked at the night view of Chang'an outside the small courtyard. After a moment of silence, he said: "Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night falling in this city. When I saw it, I met it. "

"Since I met, it can never be separated again, but 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 this life in Chang'an City. I think this is not the right thing, because there should be no one who knows in life, so my chance with him begins."

"The chance between me and him was to see him and then 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, and I was the only person in the world who could clearly feel that he was still alive."

"It's just that since then, the chance has faded. Except once in a while, I have never been able to see where he is again. Until recently, I saw him again, so I came to him to renew my chance."

The old man thought about the past like a pious fool sitting on a high threshold. Sang Sang listened silently for a long time. Liu Ye's eyes were bright and then condensed. Then she asked: "find him ... …what will you do?"

The old man said, "Kill him."

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

"Because there is no absolute relationship between us ... Not everyone can easily enter this city to kill people, especially me, so the people in this city could only do it at that time. The more crucial reason is that, The whole world is suspicious of what I see in my eyes, and they do n’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 mortal like us, but I always believe that he is someone who has a great chance with me. I thought I came to Chang'an to understand this opportunity until I met you. "

The old man looked at Sang Sang's darkened cheeks, bright willow leaves, and remained silent for a long time, silently thinking that so many loyal to his subordinate sacrifices, making the entire Taoshan and Tang countries uneasy, and attracting themselves in the dark The real reason for coming to Chang'an City, is it the shadow of the dark night, or you in front of you?

Sang Sang's eyelashes were slightly drooping, and his voice calmly asked: "What can I learn from following me?"

The old man looked at her slightly blinking eyelashes and had an uncommon face, and said, "Spell."

Sang Sang asked: "Is the magic very powerful?"

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

Sang Sang pressed his head down a bit, so that his eyelashes became longer. He whispered: My young master is very powerful ... Can I help him to beat people after I learn the magic? "

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

Sang Sang raised his head and looked up at the old man with a slightly dark face. He asked courageously, "Can you ... win you?"

The old man looked at the little girl's face, and looked at the two black eyes like clear springs between the black mountains and rocks, as if to see the deepest part of the clear spring water, still did not see a trace of impurities, but transparent and absolute The transparency of it cannot help but make a sigh from the bottom of my heart, and said in a solemn tone like prophecy: "It must be able."

Sang Sang asked: "What is the magic art?"

The old man should say: "Practice is about perceiving and then manipulating the breath between heaven and earth. Divine art is to perceive and understand the divine power that controls Haotian. The so-called divine power has been seen when you were born, and you have seen it when you wake up early in the morning. You ’ve seen it when you ’re closed, you ’ve seen it in summer, you ’ve seen it in winter, and you ’ve never seen it all the time. ”

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

The night of Chang'an City was quiet, and the stars above the sky dome seemed to be splendid, but after all, it was not as clear as the day. The old man stood between the forbidden courtyards, slowly spreading his arms, and seemed to bear all the light in the world.

"Haotian Shenhui is sunshine."

When the voice fell, the old man protruded out of the dirty cotton-padded jacket's cuff and the front of the right hand, that is, the middle fingertip suddenly became bright. I don't know where the bright light came from, and it slowly released from the inside out, just like A flower of light, covering all the lines on the fingertips, holy milky white, is awe-inspiring.

The old man looked at the little girl in front of him, and Gu Jing said: "It takes not more than ten years to perceive Haotian Shenhui, so the first thing you need is great forbearance and patience."

Listening to this, Sang Sang thoughtfully. She lifted her forefinger up in her right hand, and extended her slender fingers into the dark winter night. The dim fingers shook gently in the wind, and then gave birth to a dim light, as if it were a residual candle in the wind. , May be extinguished at any time, but after all, it is on, and never extinguished.

The old man looked at the light in front of her slender forefinger, drunk as if drunk, unwilling to wake up.

In the winter of the 14th year of the Apocalypse, the great priest who fled from the Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City because of the induction in the underworld. He did not find the shadow of the dark night, but he found his successor. This is probably a kind of apocalypse.

The northwest border of the Datang Empire, somewhere in the grassland not far from Weicheng.

Under a dying winter tree, a scholar in a cotton-padded jacket is cooking.

He looked calmly and attentively at the book in his left hand, and suddenly remembered something, took the water scoop from his waist and filled it with a scoop of water, poured it into the milky white soup pot, and pressed the boiling point in the pot slightly . Taking advantage of the time he obtained, he began to cut the meat slowly and reasonably, and the lamb frozen to perfect size flew under the sharp knife, as if a snow flake, but his movements were too slow, the meat was not cut, and the soup pot was again. Boil.

Another scoop of fresh water was poured into the soup pot, and the scholar continued to cut the meat. The tall Confucius was holding the prepared chopsticks, standing next to the soup pot with his eyes shut and waiting, with an angry and anxious sigh from time to time.

"To say something like destiny ... No one knows what they will see, what they encounter, and no one knows what it means to them when they see it. Well, Fa and reality are often opposites. The world, such as the general and the aunt we saw in Weicheng the other day, maybe they will live forever, maybe they will retreat to the Central Plains next year, but no matter how they are exhibited, they are not as happy as they seem. "

The master tapped the empty bowl with chopsticks and shook his head and sighed: "Not happy, it does not mean that it will be dim. I don't think this is a kind of sadness, but I feel full of a kind of drama and joy, just like Mingming Tang here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lamb is also here, but half an hour has passed, I have n’t been able to eat it yet. This does not mean that I will continue to feel sad and sad like this, maybe the first bite of lamb will be me later The best food I have eaten in my life. "

Anyone who is a student must learn to hear the truest wishes from the teacher ’s grandiose speech, and the scholars as masters of the academy ...... Of course, those who can best understand the dislike of the Confucius, so he put that The book was inserted back into the waist and began to speed up the cutting of the meat, to avoid the teacher really starting to soar later.

But as Chen Pipi once told Ning Que, the master brother did things very seriously, very seriously, so he did things very slowly, very slowly, so even though the Master was holding bowls and chopsticks like a beggar waiting by the pot, giving him unprecedented The pressure, the degree of cutting meat still did not improve much.

In order to distract the teacher and ease the mental pressure of the moment, the master brother cut the meat and asked, "Teacher, don't you see the future?"

Listening to this question, the Master was furious, pointing at the gray winter sky above him and shouting, "I can't even understand the sky, where can I see the future!"

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