Nightfall

"No green onions."

"Don't put vinegar."

"Let's have more noodles."

The last person who made the request was obviously Chen Pipi, and then he looked at Bai to restore the chessboard as before, with thick eyebrows raised like silkworms, and his face was full of frustration and shame. Jing was forgetting that he was at this time. In a terrifying environment, I thought that this little maid could remember the position of all the chess pieces with just one glance. What qualifications did she have to be proud of her head in front of her?

Elder Wei Guangming looked at Master Yan Se and said with a smile: "My female apprentice is very good."

Master Yan Se looked at the thin figure that disappeared in the backyard and said with emotion: "It's really amazing."

What the two old men said was excellent and remarkable did not have much to do with Sang Sang ’s mind that shocked Chen Pipi. Instead, they talked about a certain temperament that only old people like them could realize. The kind of seemingly simple because it is absolutely transparent In fact, it can accurately and clearly reflect the unique temperament of the world.

Master Yan Se withdrew the sunlight and looked at the old man and said, "We are all old. Even if we don't beat life to death, we are close to life and death. After all, this is the last time we meet. Let's eat bowl noodles."

The fragrant fried egg noodles came up, a bowl of no vinegar, a bowl of onions and a bowl of noodles over the edge of the bowl.

After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the end in silence, there was no number, so they did not know the outcome.

Then they refused to reward Sang Sang for another bowl of noodles before playing the next game, and began to recall the past.

Sang Sang re-brewed three bowls of tea, and then each set a small bench with Chen Pipi, sitting like a student listening to the past.

Yan Se and Wei Guangming are the generations who lived the longest in the door of Wu Tiandao today. Although one person laughed and the other was imprisoned in the back foothills of Taoshan during these fourteen years, compared with the time they met in fourteen years The short history is extremely long, and those common memories are extremely rich.

Speaking of being a little Taoist, let's talk about going to the Treasure Orphanage, and then talking about going to the Zhishouguan to be a great priest. The two old people chatted and talked for a long time.

Of course, most of the time, Master Yan Se, who was a little bit of a mouth, said that the bright Grand Priest only listened calmly and smiled, and occasionally at some time and avoiding the misunderstanding of the two juniors, he only interjected a few words, such as those days. The beard of the dean of the oracle is now instructed to be burned by adults, instead of being burnt by magic. For example, on the way to knowing and watching, he was not diarrhea because of tension but secretly cast a cold rune by Yanse.

Those naughty little children of that year have already become big figures in the world today. The man who once squandered and burned the beard of the Dean of the Oracles has become a shrine of indignity. Someone has become a master Yan Se, and someone has become The constellation of light, but as long as there have been those times, who can bear the occasional memories?

These memories are very warm, with a nostalgic taste of twilight.

The bright priest looked at the warm twilight outside Lao Bi Zhai, and only then did he realize that, unconsciously, time has passed so quickly with these memories, and the real dusk has come.

There was no sound outside Lao Bi Zhai in the evening at the 47th Lane.

The old man smiled and looked outside, saying nothing.

"At that time we were naughty and naughty but you were always the smartest and most honest one."

Master Yan Se looked at him and said, "You were reminded by the previous scriptures that you found that the little girl Sang Sang really resembled yours. He was transparent from the inside out and could not see any impurities."

The old man looked at Sang Sang on the small bench with pity and said, "I'm not as good as her."

Master Yan Se said with emotion: "Everyone who can sit on the Light Throne must be so transparent? Only in this way can we get closer to the essence of Wu Tian than us? But what does transparency mean? Can it reflect the original appearance of the world? If the world is black, you Is it black? So there will be so many bright constellations that eventually go astray? "

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "Transparency means no color, but black means no color and no glory, and you and I are in this glorious Wu Tian world. Transparency is light, and it is the enemy of darkness."

Hearing the five words of dark enemies, Master Yan Se fell into a long silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the other with a serious expression. "Do you remember Liansheng?"

The old man froze slightly, frowning and said, "How can't I remember?"

Master Yan Se asked: "Is he light or dark?"

The old man shook his head and said, "He was on the ruling constellation, I was on the shining constellation, and I saw that Fang Moyu constellation oozed blood, and he began to suspect him, but before I exposed him, he Peeping the number of people left Taoshan first, and eventually died under the sword of Mr. Ke. The reason why the temple did not mention this matter, not this person, only cares about the reputation and reputation of Wu Tiandao, but in my opinion, Lian Sheng Thirty-two petals, no matter how glorious and bright, like pure jade, are just some of the muddy petals painted with pastels. "

Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: "After the Destruction of the Demon Sect, the temple has recruited a lot of Mozong strongmen. If the light can not give the night any chance, how do you explain this? If the blood cases in those days were In order to destroy the last resort of the shadow of the night, what is the shadow of the temple now? "

The old man said: "Not the same, the shadow of the dark night is the breath of the monarch."

Master Yan Se shot the table extremely annoyedly and said, "Why are you so devious? Underworld is just a legend, it has never appeared before! At that time, your order of correcting palms and hands made a stormy day in Chang'an City, and finally there was no What son of Hades did you find, how come you are so ridiculous today! "

The old man said: "Feng Shi had believed what I saw with my eyes, regardless of whether I was the subject or the master."

Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a cold voice: "But the result is that you are locked in a monastery!"

The old man glanced back calmly at his gaze and said, "I am the light of the world who follows me, so I will not walk in the darkness. I must have the light of life. Those who question me will walk in the darkness without relief."

Master Yan Se saw that he was unable to enter, he waved his sleeves in anger, and shouted loudly, "Then tell me where is the shadow of the night you see! Where is the son of Pluto! Why do you come to Chang'an Who killed! "

The old man said softly, ‘I do n’t know. "

Hearing this answer, Master Yan Se froze, with a bitter smile on his face, watching his voice trembling and sadly saying, "Just for a son of Pluto who doesn't even know who you are or not, At that time, the bright priest who was transparent like glass and sincerely shining like a lamp, even turned into a big devil with **** hands, willing to be imprisoned in the Youge for 14 years, which made countless people feel sad. Do you not regret it at all? ?"

The old man was silent for a long time, and a trace of introspective confusion flashed occasionally on the old cheeks, and then the confusion quickly turned into a calm and firm: "The problem is that I know he exists."

Master Yan Se looked at him with frowns and said, "Who is he then?"

The old man looked at and gradually covered the deep night of Lao Bi Zhai, calmly said: "Since he is the son of Pluto, he is naturally hidden so deeply that he may not even know his true identity until today. You ask me who he is , I can't give you the answer now, but since I could see him in Chang'an City, he must have existed. Whether he escaped from the General Mansion or survived in the corpse of Yanjing Village, he was him . "

Suddenly the old man's brow furrowed, looking at Sang Sang and asking, "What's wrong?"

Sang Sang's little black face became pale at this time, her small hands clasped her clothes tightly, but her expression was still calm, and she whispered after listening to the question: "Somehow I'm tired."

The old man said with pity: "Then go to bed quickly."

Sang Sang turned to look at Master Yan Se, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Master Yan Se sighed and said, "If my apprentice knows that I have let you rest badly, I will definitely not let me go, sleep with peace of mind, the two of us old guys will not cry while you are asleep, they will definitely shout Wake you up. "

The old man looked at Chen Pipi and said, "It's getting late. The people you are waiting for have already come. Let's go."

Chen Pipi wiped off the sweat that seemed to never stop on his forehead today, saluted the two old men with respect, and then pushed the door out of Lao Bi Zhai.

The pine branches of the smoked bacon in the backyard were still smoking. Because I forgot to visit for a while, the smoke became a bit big. Probably for this reason, Sang Sang's eyes were slightly reddish.

She washed her face and feet in peace, climbed to Bei Kang and drilled into the icy blanket, opened her eyes to the faint starlight outside the window, thinking about Ning Que. If she looked at the starlight like herself at this time, she might start to say again Nonsense.

Because of frugality, UU reads www.uukanshu. Com kang noodles are a bit warmer. Changan City this year is colder than last year. She lay down for a long time and didn't feel warm. She couldn't help but stretch out her little hands and sighed in the lips.

Starlight illuminates the palm of your hand, all covered with blood from your nails.

Just when the teacher said about the General Mansion and Yanjing Village, Sang Sang had a great fear in her heart. If it was not forcibly calming her mind with pain, perhaps her body could not help shaking at that time.

She didn't hear Ning Que talk about the General Mansion, but she knew, but she didn't ask. Ning Que killed Yu Shi Zhang Yiqi and killed the blacksmith. She also knew that she even wrote a little poem, but she still didn't ask.

Ning Que didn't want to say, so she didn't ask, but as Ning Que said, she wasn't stupid but just stupid, and she was smarter than anyone when she needed to be smart, so Sang Sang knew everything.

"Son of Hades ... sounds like something terrible."

Sang Sang ’s small face gently rubbed against the cold pillow, looking at the winter starlight that fell in front of the window, muttered to himself: "But I have lived with you for so many years, I can only secretly together Live it. "