Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 59: The Sword in the World (1)
Ning Que carried Sang Sang and flew toward the light. He had been flying for a long time. The people on the wasteland were almost turning into small black dots, and the big black horse was almost invisible.
It was already extremely far away from the ground at this time. Logically speaking, nothing could fly here except flying swords or arrows, and it was impossible for someone to reach out into the sky and catch his feet, unless that person was very tall.
Ning Que and Sang Sang passed through the golden dragon's breath and landed gently on the ground of the wasteland. He held Sang Sang in his arms, looked up and found that the figure in front of him was indeed very tall.
The man looked at Ning Que and Sang Sang, with his back to the sky and the golden dragon. His face was shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly. The edges of his body seemed to be coated with a golden light and seemed to be burning.
The man stood on the ground in the wasteland, but his tall figure seemed to be touching the sky.
The man smiled and said: "The choice itself may not be meaningful, but sometimes, your and my choices can affect the choices of others, which becomes interesting."
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In the fantasy world of the climbing test on the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had a conversation with a tall man, but he never saw the tall man's face clearly at that time.
"Between light and darkness, which side would you choose?"
"Why should I choose?"
"How did you choose before?"
"I am in darkness, but my heart is in the light."
"I didn't expect that after so many years, I could see a weed swaying in the wind on the wall again."
"Look, I said you don't have to choose."
"But what if the sky falls?"
"How could the sky fall?"
"if?"
"Of course there are tall people who can support it...like you."
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Some time after climbing the mountain in the academy, Ning Que found out who the tall man was. Many years later, in the wasteland where the dream had become reality, he discovered that what he said was so accurate - even if the sky fell.
So what? There will always be someone taller, such as someone as tall as a teacher.
Ning Que knelt in front of the tall figure and said respectfully: "Teacher, you are here."
"Well, after much thought, I still can't figure it out, so I came here."
The Master looked up at the bright light and the fading night in the sky. He used his body to leave a shadow on the wasteland, covering Ning Que and Sangsang. His black cloak fluttered in the wind, as if it was about to burst into flames.
"I have been thinking for more than a thousand years about which side I should be on in the war between light and darkness. The problem is that I have never seen Pluto. I have no relationship with him. I don't like the cold and I don't like the one the Buddha saw.
A silent and boring world. I don’t like Haotian either, I even hate it a little.”
The Master said: "So I have always wanted to be a grassroots on the wall, and I will fall in whatever direction the wind blows. Over the years, I have been asking you which way you will go. In fact, you are also asking me which way I should go. That year I was dreaming
When I asked you here, you said that you also wanted to be a wall grass, which really comforted me. It turns out that it is more important not to choose. However, unfortunately, wall grass is not that easy to make. The strong wind can know the strength of the grass and can also break the strength.
Grass."
Ning Que looked at his master worriedly and said, "But you made your choice in the end."
The Master glanced at Sangsang and said calmly: "Maybe my choice will eventually prove to be wrong. But at least for now, I want to choose this way, so I will choose this way."
Ning Que didn't know what to say. He was very touched at this time and a little inexplicably sad. He was happy that he had a teacher and that he and Sangsang were still alive. But he began to worry about how the teacher would face Haotian's anger.
The Master looked at him and smiled, and continued: "Not choosing is indeed a kind of freedom, but if you dare not choose because of timidity, it is not freedom. Making choices may not be meaningful, but it may be interesting. We are here
Living in this world is not meant to be meaningful, but to be interesting."
The words in this passage are very simple, but very profound.
Ning Que grasped what the teacher wanted to say without much thought, because he was an academy student - meaning is the purpose, meaning is the process - the academy does not pay attention to the purpose, only the process.
At that time, the young master's uncle took a sword and wanted to fight with the sky, probably because he thought this matter was very interesting.
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The light is overwhelming the world. Countless people are kneeling on their knees, not daring to look directly at the sky, praying silently with awe. Anyone who dares to stand is dead or about to die. However, in the place where the light is the brightest in the wasteland, there is a tall man.
The man stood still, using his figure to protect the daughter of Hades.
This is a provocation to the majesty of the Haotian Kingdom and an unforgivable blasphemy.
The golden dragon's eyes were as calm and indifferent as a lake of light, burning with angry divine fire, and a distant and solemn dragon roar resounded throughout the world again, followed by a terrifyingly powerful dragon's breath.
Countless blazing divine radiances mixed with crystal clear golden gravel were sprayed out from the dragon's head high in the sky and struck towards the wasteland ground. The power contained in this dragon's breath was greater than the air it passed through before.
They all began to burn, and a golden-white projection appeared on the surface of the wasteland.
Ning Que looked over his master's shoulder and saw this strange and shocking scene in the sky. As he watched the endless dragon's breath coming with the light of fire, his face changed slightly and he shouted: "Teacher, be careful!"
The Master did not turn around, his back was still facing the sky.
The golden gravel fell from the sky, came behind him, and then disappeared instantly. The light and heat among the golden gravel also disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.
There seems to be a lake behind the master, a hot lake where a volcano is about to erupt, and a sea, the hot sea before the cold reaches of the far north freeze. The dragon's breath is like countless ice cubes thrown into the hot sea, melting instantly.
trace.
All the Jin Hui Dragon Breath that attacked the Master were decomposed into the tiniest particles of the world by an invisible force, and were dissolved into this world for the purpose of purification.
This scene looks very simple, so it is very strange. No one can understand that the dragon's breath, which is the purest Haotian divine light and can purify everything in the world, will be purified by others.
Even if a practitioner who has transcended the five realms or above can create his own rules and have his own world in Haotian's world, he still cannot ignore Haotian's rules in Haotian's world.
How did Master do it?
The people in the wasteland were all kneeling. No one dared to take a look at the bright sky, but they could see what was happening in the wasteland. They saw the Master appear and saw the golden dragon spraying dragon breath at the Master.
, they saw the dragon's breath disappear that was so coercive and terrifying that no human being could resist...
Looking at this scene, everyone was so shocked that they refused to believe their eyes, and those who firmly believed that they could not see wrong began to doubt the world.
The master of the temple was holding the staff and kneeling on his knees. His figure was still tall. However, at this time, his figure trembled violently. Compared with the tall figure in the wilderness, he looked so short, so weak, and so humble.
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The great priest Tianyu looked at the scene in the wasteland. The deep wrinkles on his face were distorted by the shock, and the blood and bright gold powder inside peeled off. He murmured: "What realm is this?"
The dragon's breath was in vain and was even purified. The golden dragon's eyes showed extremely complex emotions. The dragon's body suddenly tightened. This time it was no longer a distant and majestic dragon roar, but a violent and angry dragon roar!
A strong hurricane roared across the wasteland, and countless black soil and grass clippings were swept up, filling the air with smoke and dust. It gradually obscured the view, and it seemed to be even darker than the previous northern night.
The golden dragon roared, angrily and laboriously squeezing its body out of the clouds. A golden rope dozens of feet thick was tied to the dragon's body. The golden rope was extremely tight, and seemed to be dragging a heavy object behind it.
After a while, a chariot made purely of gold, pulled by the golden dragon, gradually drove out of the clouds and appeared in the sky of the world!
That golden chariot was so huge that if it fell on the ground, the entire city of Chang'an would not be able to accommodate it. And the gold was not the gold of the world, it looked so pure, transparent and bright!
The sky became brighter, and the smoke and dust on the wasteland suddenly disappeared. What was illuminated was as white as the snow that had fallen for dozens of days. The space began to shake uneasily, and the earth began to shake.
On the golden chariot stood a divine general.
This divine general is wearing armor made of Haotian's divine brilliance. He is extremely tall, as if he is a mountain. Compared with it, the stone statue of Buddha that once stood on the tile mountain is like a small stone man.
This god-general's face was extremely perfect, he had a graceful demeanor, and could not find any problems. Compared with him, Prince Longqing, who was once known as the Son of God of Xilingmei, looked like a beggar.
The expression of this god general was extremely cold, and his eyes exuded a blazing white light. He was completely heartless and unconscious. He stood in the chariot and looked down at the world, and everything he looked at turned into nothingness.
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Except for the Qingyi Taoist in the main lecture hall of Xuankong Temple and Nanhai, or a few people in the ant cave in Qingshan behind Zhishou Temple, no one in the world can see this golden chariot and the divine general on it.
Ning Que was holding Sangsang and sitting next to his master. He was wearing sunglasses. Although his eyes were stinging, he still stared at the scene in the sky with his eyes wide open. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
He knew that the teacher was very tall, but in the face of the wrath of the Haotian Kingdom, facing such a divine general who was as tall as a mountain and whose eyes were the glory of Haotian, what methods could even the teacher have to deal with it?
The Master turned around and looked at the golden chariot in the sky being dragged by the golden dragon. He looked at the perfect divine general of light on the chariot, looked at the divine general's perfect face, and suddenly shook his head.
"There are no perfect things in the world, only things we think are perfect."
The Master put his hands behind his hands, looked at the bright god general in the sky, and said: "Your perfection comes from thousands of old friends, so you are not a human being, and you are not those old friends."
The God of Light was indifferent and ordered the golden dragon to descend from the sky in a golden chariot. At some point, a lightsaber more than ten miles long appeared in his hand and slashed it towards the wasteland!
"You come from the Haotian Divine Kingdom, and you use the Divine Sword of Light. If you are blindly bright, it lacks reality, just like your existence. Today, I will show you the sword of the world."
The Master said, then he stretched his right hand into the air and opened it, facing the south of the world.
The clouds broke through the sky, and a sword came from thousands of miles away from the south.
The sword was full of ancient meaning, as hot as the dawn, and it struck through the clouds. It fell into the master's generous hand and buzzed slightly, expressing his surrender and awe, and his pride in being able to be controlled by the master.
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