Nightfall

Yu Lian continued: "This person has a chance encounter after arriving in the South China Sea, although no one knows the details-because the teacher saw that there was a child's Pippi, he once lamented the bright future."

Ning Weiwei said, "The bright priest who disappeared in the South China Sea six hundred years ago?"

Yulian said: "Yes, I always think he has gained a lot from this matter."

Ning Que looked at the stones in front of the South Gate and remained silent for a long time, but still felt a little unwilling, and asked, "Brother and sister join hands, can't they beat him?"

"The teacher said a word, life is a practice."

Yu Lian said: "... then the practice is sometimes compared to the years, he lives longer than me and my brother, naturally stronger than us. Although the brother is talented, but his temperament is too gentle, even if he learns to fight, In the end, it is impossible to be his opponent. "

She did not comment on herself. It is also a kind of acquiescence. Ning Que also thought of a very troublesome and critical issue. The third sister is still carrying a wound on her body, which may be a very serious injury.

Xiling Temple's palm master is the strongest man in more than five realms. Although she is the most mysterious and powerful cicada for twenty-three years, she must pay a price to defeat that man completely.

Under the current situation, the world can still defeat the conservative and observant, and only the shocking array is left.

Ning Que turned around and walked inside the city gate to continue this journey of solving problems.

With the passage of time, and because of the addition of a block outside the South Gate, the flow of heaven and earth in Chang'an City is becoming more and more stagnation, especially the dark line between life and death, and the blockage is very serious.

Ning Que walked on Suzaku Avenue, walking in this clogged breath of heaven and earth.

Countless refugees who evacuated into Chang'an City were arranged by the court and Hefang City into the homes of people everywhere. There were few people walking on the long street. Most of the shops and restaurants along the street have been closed. There is no longer the usual popularity. The cold winter wind is in Blowing back and forth in the street, it seemed extremely deserted.

The block formation outside the South Gate can play a very small role. Although it can block some of the audience, it has been confirmed that it is impossible to rush away the clogged array of shock in a short period of time, so where can he mobilize? So many worlds and spirits to repair this shocking array?

This problem has been plaguing him for a long time. He has been sleepless for days and nights, thinking hard, feeling occasionally, even having specific ideas, but unable to find a way to implement it.

"How can those breaths of nothingness become real power?"

Ning Que asked, looking at the portrait of Zhuque in the middle of the street.

Suzaku did not answer, because it did not know.

Ning Que turned to continue walking, thinking about the bun shop on the shore of Yanming Lake that morning, the hot mist on the blue stone plate, thinking about the feeling at that time, his mood became more and more depressed.

He vaguely understood what to do, but did not know how to do it.

Seeing that hope is ahead, but do not know how to hold it tight, seeing the other shore, but there is no boat, so the trouble is more and more prosperous.

He walked outside a quiet alley, and suddenly heard the sound of reading from behind the wall.

I do n’t know what kind of school teacher is teaching the Tang law to students.

Listen to the voices. Those students should be very young. The naive voice recites the complicated Tang laws and comments. They are uneven, but they are very attentive.

Seeing the country will be broken, the family will die, and there are still books in the streets.

Can still hear Tang Lu.

This calm is very touching, even awesome.

Because of this calm, there is a power.

Ning Que stood outside the wall and listened quietly to the sound of reading in the wall for a long time.

This is the breath of the world, but how can we make this kind of power concrete?

The view of the south gate before the palace is very quiet.

Due to tampering with the edict and He Mingchi, the Tang Dynasty's attitude towards the Nanmen Temple has undergone a great change. Many people are hidden outside the Taoist Temple, which is very murderous.

Ning stepped up and walked into Nanmen Temple.

Taoists in Taoist Temple saw him, and they couldn't help but stunned, then came forward to salute.

He is an apprentice of Master Yan Se, and Taoists in Nanmenguan called him his brother.

Ning waved and waved, instructing everyone not to take care of themselves.

He walked alone into the secluded Taoist temple, stood under the wall, and looked at the oil painting stories and the legends like myths, and remained silent for a long time.

Turning the breath of the world into real power, religion is best at doing this kind of thing.

This is also called the power of faith.

Although the power of Daomen ’s faith is used to pray to Haotian and penetrate the heavens, the earth, the gods and men, which is contrary to what he wants to do now, he wants to see if he can get some kind of inspiration.

Ning Que walked around the Chang'an City, just like he was at the beginning of Wufu that summer.

So he came to Wanyan Pagoda again and boarded Wanyan Pagoda.

Standing next to the small window on the top of the tower, looking at the quiet Changan City, he asked: "Can human thoughts really become a concrete force? If so, how do you go through it?"

"Thought itself has no power, but once it is shown, it may show some kind of power. Just like the decree of His Majesty the Emperor Wang Lang, if it is just an idea in the mind, it will have no effect, only when he speaks, or writes in words. On paper, his ideas will be effective. "

Master Huang Yang walked over to him, watching the last group of autumn geese heading southward in the air, and said, "If the way you ask is equivalent to means, language is means, and words are also means."

Ning Que said, "What about faith?"

Master Huang Yang said: "Faith itself has no power and needs a specific direction. When countless people ’s faith is concentrated in that direction, the power will be reflected in that direction."

"It is because of this that the disciples of the Buddha's strict discipline do not set up idols."

Master Huang Yang looked at him and continued, "Yan Shi, your teacher once said that everyone's idea is actually a rune, but it is too weak to be felt, so it cannot be felt, and when everyone writes a rune at the same time, It is possible that this symbol will appear and even become great. "

Ning Que understood what.

It turned out that it was really possible to find a way to summon the human power that can compete with the heavens and the earth. If he could find that power, he would be able to clear the array of shock.

He came to the south bank of Yanming Lake and sat in the frost grass. He stretched his fingers into the air and copied a few tablets. After his peace of mind, he began to write and began to look for that word.

He has already entered the realm of knowledge and life. At this time, the randomly written word is the character, and the writing is the character. The character he is looking for is actually a character.

The sun gradually moved west and then fell under the wall, and the night came.

He sat by the lake and continued to write and write characters, looking for characters and characters.

Hundreds of words.

Thousands of words.

Finally, there is only one word left.

The word consists of two straight lines.

Is his only rune: two characters.

He kept writing the two characters. He was exhausted, his eyes were bright and dull, then bright again and dimmed again, and finally became numb.

I don't know how long he stopped writing.

He stared at the courtyard across from Yanming Lake in a daze.

At this moment, a snowflake fell and fell on him.

He remembered the snow that year.

Remembered that battle on Snow Lake.

Sang Sang, holding a **** umbrella, stood in the snow and sang to Xuehu.

If Sang Sang is still there, if the **** umbrella is still there, if the Iron Arrow is still there, he is really confident, even if he can't penetrate the clogged Chang'an City, he will be able to kill the man with a shocking array.

However, Sang Sang is dead.

The courtyard on the other side of the lake has not been lit for many days.

The people sent by the court to Surabaya reported that the **** horse and carriage disappeared.

He must find the word that can mobilize the power of the world.

Snow continued to fall.

Several eyelashes fell.

His face was pale, but there was blush on his cheeks, and he was extremely unhealthy.

His calm expression is actually anxious and exhausted to the extreme.

He couldn't find that character and couldn't write that character.

Master Yan Se spent all his life, and he didn't find the character, let alone him.

Ning Que sighed, a white mist.

He raised his finger to continue writing and continued to search.

He wrote in the white mist, in the falling snow, and on the gradually snowy ground.

His hands were shaking more and more because of fatigue and tension.

The two strokes of the two characters sometimes become skewed.

It's snowing in Chang'an City.

This is the first snowfall in the eighteenth year of Apocalypse.

The night faded away, and the morning light came.

The streets and eaves in the city are covered with snow, so they are clean.

Last night the wind came from the north, and the south of the city was quiet.

Because there is no interference from the cold wind, the southern wall is covered with a thin layer of snow.

Looks like a white curtain.

Suddenly.

In the thin snow of the city wall, a footprint appeared.

It is about tens of feet away from the ground. Goshawk can build a nest, but people can't reach it.

But there is one more footprint.

After an instant.

Hundreds of feet away in the thin snow wall of the city wall, there was another footprint.

Immediately after, a pair of footprints appeared behind it.

The two footprints belong to two people.

The winter eagle was awakened by the sound of footsteps on the wall.

It looked at the distant sky with vigilance.

The footprints of the two men clearly stood on the wall.

It looked into the air.

The endless wall of Chang'an.

The footprints of the two people appeared from time to time.

Can't see people.

Can only see footprints.

As if the immortals left traces on earth.

Footprints gradually reached the south gate.

In the light snow, a touch of Tsing Yi appeared.

The observing and observing subject is outside the south gate, showing his figure.

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Sleepless for seven days, and countless thousands of miles between mountains and rivers, he is still calm.

A wooden stick suddenly appeared in the snow.

The stick is very short.

Is very hard.

The wooden stick hit the back of the viewer.

Watching the Lord swing his sword.

The sword meets the stick.

Made a loud noise.

The sound is melodious.

Huang Zhong Dalu.

Changan City woke up.

The bells in the city moved.

I was shocked by the bell.

Was still shaken by the impact of the sword and the wooden stick.

Was still shocked by that person.

More than ten miles long, the thin snow covered on the wall of Nancheng fell down.

Reveals the black wall color.

There was a lot of snow under the city walls.

Is like a falling curtain, stacked in one place.

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