Nightfall

In the deserted Liting Pavilion, Brother Two stared at the disappearing mountain in the distance. There was no unnecessary emotion on his face, but he was calm and silent. The ancient crown stood like a peak, and his hands fell like clouds.

Soon afterwards, in the space where the disappearing mountain was originally, suddenly countless dark clouds converged, and snowflakes danced wildly, and then there were some transparent and invisible things vaguely in the distance, and the invisible barrier flowed above the light. The color overflows, the illusion is beautiful to the extreme, and then faintly can see countless stars flickering in between.

I don't know how long after that, the twinkling stars suddenly disappeared, and the space where the snow gathered gathered became dark, and the order and rules there seemed to become static dead objects or the point of time when it came to an end.

A lightning struck down the sky, and the space torn by this lightning was extremely long, thick as a river, but there was no thunder and no color, but it was pure milky white to be added.

The earth trembles slightly, and the dark space suddenly disintegrates. The inexplicable mountains reappear in the world. Two magnificent and powerful breaths are in parallel. The clouds outside the mountain are torn into shattered foam by these two breaths The unknowable track slowly accelerated and gradually turned into a huge cloud vortex.

Brother II looked at that place in silence, and sincerely praised after a long time: "This is the real way."

Chen Pipi standing behind him, watching the clouds swirling around the waist of the mountain, feeling that every inch of the body's skin is tingling, and carefully perceiving the two powerful breaths that are slowly dispersing, shocked and murmured: " Have you broken through the five realms? This is really incredible, how did they do it? "

"If you can take one step, you can take countless steps ... At that moment, Xian Tao, who knows what steps they have taken above the Five Realms."

The second teacher only frowned slightly, then stepped up to the mountain.

Since the mountain reappears in the world, it can be climbed. The original muddy and difficult mountain roads at this time seem to have been made by the great sculptor of time, hands and feet, and become hard and untouchable. The mud nest, lying on the ground like a stone sculpture ... is clearly visible in the most subtle parts, thus showing a completely different feeling from the usual stepping on the mountain road, as if stepping on the beautiful rivers and human history.

Since the mountain peak is still there, the mountain top and the cliff are naturally still there, but it seems that it has been reorganized by a certain force and turned into a new existence. The cliff stone is broken into a white powder ... It is paved like a beach on the South China Sea .

There is only one poplar tree intact and standing there alone, it should have grown on the cold peaks of the cold field, but it appeared on the beach by the sea at this time, so it is absurd.

Sang Sang knelt by the cliff and kept putting the remaining ash on the ground into two urns beside her ... "The hands were carefully held ... The fingers were gently pulling the seam on the ground between the fingers, and the palm edge was gently Scratch and then hold them together, moving carefully.

She pursed her lips, didn't cry, her eyes were huge ... mechanically numbly repeating the action of holding gray, that is, the emotion in her bright eyes was not sad, but extremely calm and numb.

Brother Two and Chen Pipi walked up to the top of the mountain. At first glance, they saw this kind of picture. This picture will be in their hearts for a long time, allowing them to choose the protagonist to support this painting in some ways for no reason. .

Walking to the cliff, Brother Two looked at the flowing cloud in front of him, stretched out his hand and felt the two breaths that were about to completely dissipate, glanced at the little maid in the skirt, and said, "Let them stay here Right. "

"This is my teacher." Sang Sang shook his head and pointed to the new urn.

She pointed to the old urn and said, "This is Master Master."

Then she lowered her head and said: "The young master must want to know what my teacher looks like, and he must want to take a look at his teacher again, so I want to take them back to the young master, so that they cannot be blown away like this."

South Gate Gu deep inside the Taoist Temple.

Datang Guoshi Li Qingshan stared at the reflection on the dark paulownia floor, he didn't notice that his face was so pale and haggard, because at this time there was only that ridiculous face in his eyes.

He knew he would never see that face again. Although in the past few years, he sometimes felt helpless or even bored with that face, but at this time he was still in great sorrow.

Was the boredom these years because of his brother's turbulent behavior or because he always looked like a child in front of him?

Li Qingshan looked at the reflection on the floor and smiled bitterly. The world only knew that Haotian Nanmen Chicken had his own national master, but very few people knew his brother, and he let him take it as long as the scenery was. Help him to block, now the bright priest came to Chang'an, and finally it was the brother who stood in his own body.

"Master, take the medicine."

He Mingchi raised the medicine plate high. He knew that Master's mood was very low and sad at this time, but as a disciple, he must ensure Master's body, especially at such moments of heartache.

"Let's put it down." Li Qingshan said with a strong voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Drink later."

He Mingchi put down the medicine plate, exited the Taoist Temple in silence, picked up the yellow paper umbrella under his armpit and took a few steps before being surrounded by the Taoist priests in Guanxue in the snowy garden.

The death of Master Yan Se may not be able to arouse a spray in the people, because not many people knew his name, but these Nanmen Taoists are different. Their faces are full of sadness and anger.

A Dao asked with a trembling voice: "Why can that man hide in Chang'an for so long?"

There was still fine snow outside the military headquarters, the sky was gloomy as if Haotian was angry, the atmosphere inside the house was depressed and gloomy like a gloomy sky, and the faces of the generals unabashedly expressed anger and shame.

"Why can that man hide in Chang'an for so long?"

The person Shen Shen asked was General Xu Shi of Datang Town State General. After receiving the order from His Majesty, he returned to Chang'an City at an unimaginable speed. However, he heard the shocking news immediately after entering the city gate at noon.

The military general who was qualified and qualified to work with Master Yan Se was only the first person in the emperor, so the news made him more painful.

General Xu Shi ’s face seemed to be dripping, looking at everyone ’s voice and saying, “On this morning, my pillar of the Datang Empire fell down. I do n’t care what the enemy is. Knowing that the axis gave you dozens of days, you failed to find him and kill him.

The generals in the house lowered their heads. Some people wanted to refute that this should be the dereliction of duty at Tianshu. However, in the face of the angry face of the general of the country ... plus a strong sense of honor as an emperor deep inside ... let They didn't speak.

"Do n’t try to shirk your responsibilities unless you forget your identity ... you are soldiers! The land under your feet is Chang’an, the capital of the empire ... The Germans are obliged to guarantee the safety of this armor! Your lion taunts the man to venture into battle! "

He looked at General Huaihua and said sharply, "Why didn't you take the initiative to attack?"

General Huaihua stood up and bowed his head in shame, saying: "Your Majesty strictly orders the safety of Chang'an residents. If you use heavy armor Xuanqi is too amazing, and the other party's strength is too strong, the battle array may not keep him."

Xu Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly angered and replied: "Is the Great Priest Xiling awesome? Your courage is frightened, so you can only hide like a mouse and look coldly like a visitor! When did my Datang soldiers do this? Cowardly! Was there too few practitioners of the Fate Realm that fell under the soldiers on the battlefield! "

After saying this, he coughed violently, and the cough was so painful until he was hard to get up. The gray hair was shaken gently and the brows and wrinkles appeared to be extremely deep. The generals knew that this was the general's lung disease and began to attack. They could not help but be ashamed and anxious, and called the medical officer to come for treatment.

Xu Shi straightened up hard and looked at the generals with awe-inspiring expression: "I do n’t blame you for the matter of this morning. After all, Nanmen and the Academy took over first, but I really want to know why Wei Guangming can be in Chang'an City. Hidden in so many days, why no one in the empire can find him, what happened in this. "

"If you look closely, if the military is slack and timid, you can do everything. If it is the problem of the Tianshu Office or the South Gate, report it to me. I will dedicate it to Master Yanse's funeral!"

The general's painful cough and intense rage were intertwined for a long time.

There are four magnificent Taoist temples on the uppermost level of Taoshan, which is closest to the sky dome. When there is no heavenly ceremony, idlers and other people are strictly prohibited from approaching here. Even the priests are rare, and they seem empty and indifferent.

In the palace of Hesu, near the cliff, a painful cough sounded, ruling that the grand priest Fan Cang was broken by the bright priest, and he was injured so far. At this time, listening to the news of the man's death, he coughed out with excitement.

There is no sound in the Temple of Heaven, but silence.

The relatively simple white palace is completely silent, because the bright priest who should have been in the palace has not sat on the seat of the **** for nearly fifteen years, and he will never come back again.

In the white and clean temple at the highest point, a lonely sigh sounded. However, with such a quiet sigh, the sound resounded through Taoshan, as if the sound was astonishing as thunder, then suddenly silent.

I don't know how long it has passed, that majestic voice sounded again.

"How can the descendants of Ming live in this world?" "

On an unnamed island in the far south, a Tsing Yi Taoist stood on a high reef, silently looking at the boiling sea in front of him. He had been watching the sea here for many days, but he didn't know what mysterious meaning was.

One day he felt something, turned to look at the mainland, and frowned slightly and said softly, "What do you see? And what kind of light can the heirs you find inherit you? How lucky is it?"

"Is this called wine? Is this also called wine?"

In a remote small county in Gushan County, a very angry voice sounded in an unremarkable wine shop on the street. The horrified and accused bad restaurant was a tall, blushing old man wearing a purple lambskin robe with a black smock on the outside. The material should look extremely valuable, but I do n’t know if it ’s weather-proof or otherwise For the sake of wearing, it always makes you feel old.

The owner of the wine shop is a middle-aged man with a very strong body. He stared at the old man, Tao Tao, and spit on the ground. He disdained and said: "This is the most famous Jiujiang double steaming in Gushan County, yeah. ?have opinions?"

The old man lifted the wine bag in his hand angrily, spitting stars spewing out: "You haven't had a good drink as an old man? Can Jiujiang Shuangzheng fade out like a bird in your house?"

The owner of the wine shop glared and pushed it with a slap, scolding: "Looking at you at a certain age before giving you a face! Don't you don't want it! My double steaming is so light! You can be so good!"

The old man shivered, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to move forward, shouting: "Chicken soup is lazy into white vinegar, so I can bear it! But how can wine and this matter be neglected! "

After a moment.

The old man was beaten out of the wine shop. The hair that had not been combed had become messy. The black smock on his body was torn open several times, and he looked extremely wolf-shaped.

The old man stood on the street and yelled at the wine shop: "Drinkers from the village, the master will have to wait for the old man to come out before I dare to come out. You guys don't even understand the truth of respecting the elders!

Where would the shop selling fake wine understand such a profound truth, immediately rushed out a few guys carrying sticks.

The old man yelled and hugged his head. He ran faster than the young man. Even if he ran anxiously, he still held the wine bag in his hand. It seemed that even worse wine was better than nothing.

This run ran out of the county and came to a ruined Taoist temple.

An old ox is eating grass in a boring way, probably because the grass does not have fish or lamb. Its spirit is extremely stiff, and it kicks the hooves angrily from time to time.

Watching the old man running back to Taoist Temple in awkwardness, the old ox raised his head and grunted, as if mocking him.

The old man gasped and opened the wine bag and poured two mouthfuls. After the gasp stopped, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighed the unhappy heart. Then he went to the broken stone steps and picked up a piece of firewood to stretch into the ash that was gradually extinguishing. Twice.

Two potatoes were chopped out of the ashes, and the bones were rolling.

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The old man was furious and pointed at the two burnt potatoes with firewood. He shouted, "Let you look at the fire, let you look at the fire. Is it all burnt to ash? Can it still be called a potato!"

Far away to the north, in the deserted mountains deep in the desert.

Within the gate of Mozong Mountain, which has been forgotten for many years.

Ning Que woke up, but she couldn't remember what happened.

He stared blankly around the dark room, and found that the hill composed of white bones had collapsed into gravel. The old monk's position was now only left with two chains, and the front of the chain was a pile of ash.

Then he remembered everything and his body suddenly relaxed.

But looking at the pile of ash, somehow he gave birth to an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

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