Nightfall

When he was on the other side, she waited quietly in Chang'an City.

It's the same cold winter, but the intensity of the cold is different. Fortunately, the night is still fair. When covering the Tianji Mountain Range, it also covers the Chang'an City. In the late winter, in the 47th lane, Laobi Zhai once again ushered in an ordinary Night.

In the small courtyard, Sang Sang sat on the small bench, watching the white light of his fingertips, the little black face was illuminated by the bright light, and the willow eyes became brighter, as if thinking of something.

The old man looked at him with a smile, his hands in his sleeves, his jacket was much cleaner than before, his gray hair was also combed very smoothly, and his appearance was still ordinary, and he could not believe that he was the bright magistrate of the Xiling Temple.

A few snow fell in Chang'an City a few days ago, and tonight the snow cleared the sky and the sky was clear, and the dark black dome was adorned with millions of stars, calmly looking at the buildings on the earth and the people in the buildings.

Shenhui gradually extinguished at thin fingertips, Sang Sang looked up at the stars in the sky, and asked seriously: "Teacher, the magical perception controls Haotian Shenhui, Haotian Shenhui is the sunlight, so why can the starlight be?"

The old man took his hand from the sleeve of the padded jacket and prepared to explain a few words.

Sang Sang did not notice his movements, squinted at Liu Ye and looked at the night star, frowning and continued: "Could it be that these stars in the sky are countless suns? It's just that they are too far away from us, so they look smaller It ’s darker, so the breath you feel when you practice the magic is much lighter than during the day? "

The old man thought with emotion that he thought of this after three years of practicing magic, but his newly-acquired female disciple discovered it so early that she could n’t help but produce joy, pride, loss, and sourness, and many complex emotions: “In truth, it should be In this way, but I looked at the stars more than ten years ago and felt that it was not the same as I thought. "

Sang Sang withdrew his gaze and no longer looked up at the starry sky. He looked at the old man's kind face and asked seriously: "Teacher, the practice is to control the weapons of the world by manipulating the weapons of the world. How should we practise the magic arts?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that the disciple was obsessed with hitting people with divine magic. I really did n’t know what was in her heart that made her so persistent. He said softly, "Haotian Shenhui is the most calm, for all the vitality between heaven and earth. The beginning, but it is the most violent, because it can purify all things between heaven and earth into nothingness. "

A dead leaf floated on Sang Sang's knee. She glanced at the remaining snow marks on the leaf, gently pulled it away, and watched the old man continue to ask seriously: "How does Hao Tian Shen Hui purify everything in the world? Like burning What about firewood? "

Unexpectedly, the little girl would use firewood to cook the meal as a metaphor for divine purification, and the old man laughed dumbly.

Then he explained seriously: "You can think of Shenhui as countless extremely small particles. The naked eye can't see the specific appearance of these small particles at all. These particles can emit light and can have almost infinite speed, but once they are almost infinite When speed spreads, they lose all their power. "

"The spread of Shenhui's power is more like the rippling of the lake water, the power contained in the waves is its power, but your analogy is correct, only when the particles in Shenhui begin to violently shake and rub out what is not possible in the world. Only when the temperature is extremely high will it show its unique power to purify everything in the world. "

The old man looked at Sang Sang ’s small face, and after a pause, the expression solemnly said: "Divine magic is a very powerful ability, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this ability You must have the qualities that match it, and you must be pure and transparent in your heart, without any trace of obscurity, and hold a bright view, so that you will not be repulsed. "

In his eyes, Sang Sang was extremely clean and transparent from the hair to the toes. It was precisely because of this that he would go to Lane 47 for as many days as he discovered the treasure, thinking that she was the opportunity given by Haotian to herself.

At this time, the old man so eloquently talked about the concept of light, but he was worried that if he left the world in the future, the female student would be blinded by the darkness of the world, and the soul would be obscured by the dust, and no longer be transparent.

There is a well in the courtyard. The water poke beside the well is the water that has just been lifted up. The starlight seeps into it but cannot stay.

Sang Sang shook his head and said: "Transparency has no color, and whether it is dirty or bright, they are all colors."

The old man was speechless and slowly tasted the words of seeing the female apprentice. He felt very reasonable, and vaguely, he found this statement to be right. He thought with emotion that only really transparent people would understand this Order it.

Sang Sang continued to say seriously: "Young Master taught me before that power is power, and there is no such thing as good or evil. Don't believe any rhetoric about congenital good and evil."

The old man looked at her eyes and found that there were no doubts in her eyes, but only affirmed and taken for granted, with a slightly different look, thinking that the young master seemed to be an interesting character.

These days he was in Lao Bi Zhai, and through Sang Sang he heard countless nonsense or aphorisms left by the young master. He was a little curious about how the young master could develop such a realistic and affirmative idea, and he was somewhat emotional. The luck of a young master can make Sang Sang so unreasonable trust and dependence.

"Since you are more interested in divine power, let's try it."

The old man smiled and extended his index finger, a blaze appeared on the fingertips, the sacred and white blaze did not have any temperature, but the scorching breath of the courtyard enveloped the next moment, and the high temperature in the blaze began to spread.

"The first thing we need to do is to perceive and condense Haotian Shenhui between heaven and earth as in these days, and then ask Godhui to spread its heat and power beyond the light with awe."

The white flame fell from the old man's fingers, and fell on the winter leaf that was previously flicked from Sang Sang's knees. With a squeak, a trace of the residual taste on the winter leaf and the leaf itself disappeared instantly, even a trace There is no green smoke.

Sang Sang looked at this picture, bowed his head quietly for a moment, then raised his head, learning the old man's previous appearance and extending his index finger. A lovely and lovely flame was born at the fingertips, and there was a terrible high temperature in the flame.

The old man looked at the blaze on her fingertips, and although he had felt too much shock from this little girl these days, the expression of wonder and joy was still irresistible in the old eyes.

One glance can condense Haotian Shenhui, and another glance can use Haotian Shenhui?

The old man was praised as the most brilliant grand priest after the legendary man thousands of years ago. He was the person closest to Haotian in the world. However, he knew very well that he couldn't do that, nor could the man who was thousands of years ago.

Sang Sang looked at the blaze on her finger ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was a hesitant look on her small face, and she didn't seem to know what to do. She looked at the stove and looked at the firewood under the stove and the water on the stove The pot, thinking about the previous preparation for boiling water, Liu Ye's eyes suddenly lighted up, and flicked the flame of the fingertip into the stove's eyes with a flick.

The mellow flame floated into the eyes of the stove and fell gently on the dry wood, only to hear a chirp, the dry wood was instantly ignited and started to burn, but a moment later, there was a wire in the water pot. Wisps of steam.

The flame floating into the eyes of the stove did not burn the dry wood into green smoke, indicating that Sang Sang's condensed divine power is still insurmountable from the true Shinto power in terms of purity and power, but her small face does not. The slightest frustration, but a happy smile, it was good to think that there was no waste of dry wood and no fire at the fingertips.

Then she said, "Teacher, the water is already hot and you can wash the dishes."

The old man stood up, rolled up thick cotton sleeves awkwardly, and walked towards the kitchen. I was lucky that I ate clear soup fish ball noodles instead of chicken noodle soup. There should not be too much oil on the bowl. Easy to wash.

(My name is violent, but my surname is weak, so I am violent ... this chapter is so much, but when it comes to Sang Sang, I am so happy, really.)