In the abandoned Li Pavilion, the second senior brother stared at the disappearing mountain in the distance. There was no unnecessary emotion on his face, just calm and silent. The ancient crown stood upright like a peak, and his hands were behind his back like clouds.
Not long after that, in the space where the disappearing mountains were originally located, suddenly countless dark clouds gathered, and snowflakes danced wildly. Then, there were some transparent and invisible things vaguely appearing in the distance, and light flowed on the invisible barrier.
The color overflows, the transformation is extremely beautiful, and then you can vaguely see countless stars twinkling in it.
I don't know how long it took, but those twinkling stars suddenly disappeared, and the space where the snow gathered turned into pitch black. The order and rules there seemed to have turned into static dead objects or reached the end of time.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. The space the lightning tore through was extremely long and as thick as a river. However, there was no thunder or any color. It was just extremely clean and milky white.
The earth trembled slightly, and the pitch-black space suddenly collapsed. The mountains that had disappeared inexplicably reappeared in the world. Two majestic and powerful breaths passed between them. The clouds outside the mountain peaks were torn into pieces by the two breaths. After that, Xu Mo'er followed
The unknown trajectory slowly accelerated and gradually turned into a huge cloud whirlpool.
The second senior brother looked at that place in silence, and after a long time he sincerely praised: "This is the real enlightenment, right?"
Chen Pipi, who was standing behind him, looked at the swirling clouds around the waist of the mountain. He felt that every inch of his body was numb. He carefully understood and felt the two powerful auras that were slowly dissipating. He murmured in shock: "It's unexpected.
They have all broken through the fifth level? This is really incredible, how did they do it?"
"If you can take one step, you can take countless steps... At that moment of Xian Tao, who knows how many steps they have taken above the Five Realms."
The second master frowned slightly, then walked up to the mountain peak.
Now that the mountain peaks have reappeared in the world, they can be climbed. The previously muddy and difficult mountain roads seemed to have been manipulated by the great sculptor of time, making them hard and untouchable. The splashed mud spots and crushing formed the
The mud nests lie quietly on the ground like stone sculptures... even the smallest details are clearly visible, giving a completely different feeling than usual. Stepping on the mountain road is like stepping on the beautiful rivers and mountains and the waves of human history.
Since the mountain peak is still there, then the top of the mountain and the cliff are naturally still there, but it seems to have been reorganized by a certain force and turned into a brand new existence. The cliff rocks were broken into white powder... and they were spread as thinly as the beach on the South China Sea.
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There was only one poplar tree that was intact and standing there all alone. It was supposed to grow in the cold peaks of Hanyuan, but now it appeared on the beach by the sea, so it was ridiculous.
Sangsang was kneeling on the edge of the cliff and was putting the remaining ashes on the ground into two urns next to her..." He held it carefully with his upper hand... He gently picked at the seams on the ground with his thin fingers, and the edge of his palm gently
Scrape and then hold them together, very carefully.
She pursed her lips, did not cry, and opened her eyes wide... She mechanically and numbly repeated the movements of gathering ashes and holding ashes in her hands. Even the emotion in her bright eyes was not sad, but calm and numb.
The second senior brother and Chen Pipi walked up to the top of the mountain, and the first thing they saw was this scene. This scene will remain in their hearts for a long time, allowing them to choose to support the protagonist of this painting in some aspects in the future without any reason.
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Walking to the edge of the cliff, the second senior brother looked at the flowing clouds in front of him, stretched out his hand to gently feel the two breaths that were about to completely dissipate, glanced at the little maid with her skirt hanging to the floor, and said: "Let them stay here
Bar."
"This is my teacher." Sangsang shook his head and pointed at the new urn.
She pointed to the old urn and said, "This is the young master's teacher."
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 show the young master, and I can't let them be blown away by the wind like this."
Inside the Gu Shen Dao Hall at the south gate.
Li Qingshan, the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty, stared at the reflection on the dark paulownia wood floor in a daze. He did not notice that his face was so pale and haggard, because at this time, he only saw that wretched and ridiculous face.
He knew that he would never see that face again. Although in the past few years, he sometimes felt helpless and even bored with that face, at this time he still fell into great sadness.
Is the boredom I feel these years because of my senior brother's dissolute behavior or because I always act like a child in front of him?
Li Qingshan looked at the reflection on the floor and smiled bitterly. The world only knew that he was the national master in Haotian Nanmen Chicken, but very few people knew about his senior brother. He was allowed to take every opportunity. However, Liu Bai's sword was his senior brother back then.
He helped him block it. Now that the Great Priest of Light has come to Chang'an, it is his senior brother who finally stands in front of him.
"Master, drink the medicine."
He Mingchi raised the medicine tray high above his head. He knew that his master was in a very low and sad mood at this time, but as a disciple, he must protect his master's health, especially in such sad moments.
"Put it down." Li Qingshan suppressed the pain and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll drink it later."
He Mingchi put down the medicine tray, silently exited the Taoist temple, picked up the yellow paper umbrella outside the threshold and tucked it under his arm. After walking a few steps, he was surrounded by Taoist priests and nuns in the temple in the lightly snowing garden.
The death of Master Yan Se may not have caused a stir among the people, because not many people knew his name, but these Nanmen Taoists were different. Their faces were full of sadness and anger.
A Taoist nun asked with a trembling voice: "Why was that man able to hide in Chang'an City for so long?"
There was still fine snow falling outside the military headquarters, and the sky was gloomy as if Haotian was angry. The atmosphere inside the house was as depressing and low as the gloomy sky. The faces of the generals were unabashedly written with anger and shame.
"Why was that man able to hide in Chang'an City for so long?"
The person who asked the question in a deep voice was Xu Shi, the Great General of the Tang Dynasty. After receiving His Majesty's secret order, he returned to Chang'an City at a speed unimaginable to the world. However, after entering the city gate at noon, he heard the shocking news.
A qualified military general who had cooperated with Master Yanse, now he was the only one left in the world as the number one person in the empire's military, so this news made him angry and even more painful.
General Xu Shi's face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water. He looked at everyone's voices and said, "Just this morning, one of the pillars of our Tang Empire fell. I don't care who the great priest of light is, I just
I know that Axis gave you dozens of days, but you failed to find him and kill him.
The generals in the room lowered their heads. Some wanted to refute that this should be Tianshu's dereliction of duty. However, facing the angry face of the Zhenguo General... coupled with the strong sense of honor deep in his heart as an imperial soldier...
Keep them silent.
"Don't try to shirk responsibility, unless you have forgotten your identity... You are soldiers! The land under your feet is Chang'an, the capital of the empire... Therefore, we have the obligation to ensure the safety of this person! Rather than letting one year be enough to do it
Your men, Lion Moo Lord, take risks and go into battle!"
He looked at General Huaihua and said sternly: "Why didn't you take the initiative then?"
General Huaihua stood up, lowered his head and said shamefully: "Your Majesty has strictly ordered to ensure the safety of the residents of Chang'an. If the heavy armor Xuanqi is used, it will be too shocking, and the opponent is too strong to charge in a battle formation. He may not be able to keep him."
Xu Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Is the Great Priest of Xiling so great? Your courage has been frightened, so you can only hide like a mouse and watch coldly like a spectator! When did I, a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, do this?
How cowardly! Were there too few practitioners of the Fate-Knowing Realm who fell under the arrows of soldiers on the battlefield?"
After saying this, he coughed violently, which was extremely painful, until he could hardly get up. His gray hair fluttered slightly due to the shock, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows appeared extremely deep. The generals knew that this was the general's lung disease.
When the attack started, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and anxious, and hurriedly called the medical officer to come in for diagnosis and treatment.
Xu Shi straightened up with difficulty, looked at the generals with a solemn expression and said: "I don't blame you for what happened this morning. After all, Nanmen and Academy took over first, but I really want to know why Wei Guangming can do it in Chang'an City."
Why has no one in the empire been able to find him after hiding there for so many days, and what exactly happened."
"After careful investigation, if it is a matter of laziness and cowardice in the military, all of them will be killed. If it is a problem of Tianshu Office or Nanmen Temple, report it to me. I will ask for an order to kill them and bury them with Master Yanse!"
The general's painful coughs and angry screams were intertwined, making it difficult to stop for a long time.
There are four spectacular Taoist temples on the uppermost level of Taoshan, which is closest to the sky. When there is no ceremony to offer sacrifices to the sky, no other people are allowed to approach here. Even the priests are very rare. They appear empty, quiet and indifferent.
In the dark and solemn temple near the cliff, there was a painful cough. The Great Priest of Judgment, Fan Cong, was broken by the Great Priest of Light, and he has been injured to this day. At this time, hearing the news of that man's death, he coughed out in excitement.
There was no sound in the Temple of Heaven, only silence.
There was complete silence in the relatively simple white palace, because the Great Priest of Light, who was supposed to be in the palace, had not sat on the throne for nearly fifteen years, and he would never come back again.
In the pure white temple at the highest point, a quiet sigh sounded. However, such a quiet sigh, the sound resounded throughout Taoshan, as if it was as loud as thunder, and then suddenly fell silent.
I don't know how much time passed before that majestic, god-like voice sounded again.
"How can a descendant of Ming Dynasty live in the world?" He should be taken back to the Taoist school."
On an unnamed island in the far south, a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood on a high rock, 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 kind of mysterious meaning he saw.
One day, he felt something in his heart, turned around and looked at the mainland, frowned slightly and said softly: "What exactly did you see? And how much of your light can the successor you found inherit? How big of a chance are there?"
"Is this called wine? Does this deserve to be called wine?"
In a remote small county in Gushan County, in an inconspicuous wine shop on the street, an extremely angry voice sounded. The voice was hoarse. The person who accused the unscrupulous wine shop was a tall old man with a red face. He was wearing a purple lamb t-shirt.
The leather robe is covered with a black blouse. The material seems to be extremely expensive, but whether it is due to weathering, frost, dust or other reasons, it always feels a bit old when worn on the old man.
The owner of the wine shop was a very strong middle-aged man. He stared at the old man Mian Tao, spit on the ground, and said disdainfully: "This is the most famous Jiujiang Double Steaming in Gushan County. Why?
?Have an opinion?”
The old man lifted up the wine bag in his hand angrily, spitting like a squirt of saliva and saying, "You don't think I've ever had a good drink? How can Jiujiang Shuangzhuang be as good as your wine?"
The owner of the wine shop glared, slapped him and pushed him over, scolding: "I see you are too old to give me shame! Don't give up! My double steamed wine is so light! What can you do!"
The old man trembled angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to step forward to take action. He shouted loudly: "The chicken soup tastes like white vinegar, so I can tolerate it! But how can we neglect wine and things? It is tolerable, but it is intolerable!"
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After a while.
The old man was beaten out of the liquor store. His neatly combed hair became messy, and the black blouse on his body was torn in several large holes, making him look extremely shabby.
The old man stood on the street and yelled at the wine shop: "Country drinkers, I have to wait for the old man to come out before I dare to come out. You guys are so greedy that you don't even understand the principle of respecting the elderly and the virtuous!"
How could a shop selling fake wine understand such a profound truth? Several other guys with sticks rushed out immediately.
The old man yelled and jumped up, holding his head. He seemed to be running faster than the young man. Even though he was running in a hurry, he still held the wine bag tightly in his hand, as if he felt that no matter how bad the drink was, it was better than nothing.
He ran out of the county town and arrived at a dilapidated Taoist temple.
An old scalper was eating grass out of boredom, probably because it felt that grass was not as delicious as fish or mutton. It was extremely tired and kicked its hooves in annoyance from time to time.
Seeing the old man running back to the Taoist temple in embarrassment, the old scalper raised his head and snorted, as if he was laughing at him.
Panting, the old man opened the wine bag and took two sips. When the panting gradually stopped, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing that people's hearts were not ancient. Then he walked to the stone steps of Pohuan, picked up a piece of firewood and dug it into the ashes of the dying fire.
twice.
Two pieces of potatoes were pulled out of the ashes and rolled around.
The old scalper walked over and looked at the old man intently and affectionately.
The old man was furious, pointed at the two burnt potatoes with firewood, and shouted: "I'll let you look at the fire. Can you still eat them after they've been burned to ashes? Can they still be called potatoes?"
In the far north, deep in the wilderness, in the Tianqi Mountains.
Inside the gate of Mozong Mountain that has been forgotten for many years.
Ning Que woke up, but couldn't remember what happened.
He looked around the dark room blankly and found that the hill made of bones and mummies had collapsed into rubble all over the ground. Where the old monk was originally, there were only two iron chains left, with a pile of ashes at the front.
Then he remembered everything and his body suddenly relaxed.
However, looking at the pile of ashes, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart for some reason.
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