Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 141: Looking at Chang'an (Part 2)
Ning Que got up, patted off the grass clippings and dew on his body, and walked along the lakeside to the opposite bank.
There is a white autumn reed on the east side of the lake, and a wooden bridge is hidden among the reeds. He walked past the bridge, passed through the side door and side alley of his house, and came to the crowded morning city, the world.
The emperor was dead, people were still alive, war continued, and life must continue. The heat from the bun shop was scattered on the street like fog, and the soup in the noodle shop drenched on the bluestone road.
The people lined up to buy breakfast, talking about the latest news in the neighborhood as in previous years. Of course, there were many frontier wars in the topic, and some women were worried about their nephews who joined the army.
Ning Que walked to the bun shop, listened to the sound of boiling water in the steamer, looked at the hot fog in front of him, listened to the fine and plain words, and watched the child's cute actions of tearing the bun paper, and suddenly felt something.
It was in front of this bun shop that he met the Taoist monk and saw a mud bun in the wilderness. It was a lonely tomb for thousands of years. It began the most dangerous battle after entering the world.
At that time, the morning breeze gradually turned, and the Taoist monk's head rolled down, just like a hot bun that was not held by the child because of the scald. Then the blood wet the bluestone slab, which was thicker than dew and more fishy than noodle soup.
Time passed quietly, and the blood from that year could no longer be seen on the bluestone streets, and the traces left by the battle that year. People can't even remember what happened that morning.
Chen City is still the same Chen City, the bun shop is still the same, and the boss and the chef Bai Ke are still the same two people. The children who bought buns are no longer the children of the past.
Is this the power of time?
Ning Que stood in front of the bun shop, silently recalling the scenes of that year, and then remembering what happened after Sangsang fell on the Buddha's chessboard in the Washan Cave House.
In Haotian's world, the highest rules have eternal meanings, such as time and death. In addition, what other rules can reach that level?
The morning light becomes furry due to the refraction of the hot fog, as if there are countless debris of time inside.
People come and go on the streets.
Ning Que stood in the street, closed his eyes and lowered his head. Feel everything around him.
He saw a lot of pictures.
The blood from the old year was washed away by clean water, leaving some residue, and then it was stepped on by countless people who lined up to buy buns with their feet and took them away from the original ground, leaving no trace on the bluestone slab.
The child was holding the hot meat buns and walked past the bluestone slab. The woman used a bamboo basket to follow the steaming steamed buns, cursing the man who was staying in bed while walking past the bluestone.
The woman gradually grew older. The child had grown up and got married and had children. The old woman was waiting at home, and the child began to line up with her mother to buy buns. Before she could get home, she secretly took one in her hand.
Over the years, countless feet have passed by these bluestone slabs, and the surface of the bluestone slabs has been polished extremely smoothly.
He saw a wasteland full of weeds. He saw the farmer lit a fire among the grasslands, saw the old ox walking heavy steps in the field, and watched the black soil being turned open.
The fields began to plant rice and wheat, and in autumn, the golden grains were born. The farmers began to harvest and thresh. The stone mill slowly turned, grinding out fine flour, and it was sent to the city to make steamed buns or buns.
He also saw many pictures, so he understood some truths.
When people walk in the world, they will inevitably leave traces, but as people continue to walk, these traces will be silent and disappear without everyone noticing them.
This is not the power of time, but the power of man.
He opened his eyes and looked at the people who were flowing in the morning city with a smile on his face.
This city is very grand and this formation is great, so when the teacher who represents the entire world leaves, he will never find anyone who has the ability to mobilize enough energy of heaven and earth to repair this city and this formation.
But the world is still there.
That power is still in the world.
Ning Que didn't know what the aura was hidden in the human world.
It is not accurate to describe it by force.
He could feel that kind of power, and even faintly touched those supreme rules. But he didn't know how to describe this feeling, what words should be used to describe... the taste of life or the fireworks?
He didn't know how to mobilize that aura, but at least he had a clue.
Most importantly, he truly felt the aura for the first time.
At that moment, he had a spiritual connection with his teacher and many predecessors.
So he was in a good mood.
He saw Moshan Mountain on the other side of the street.
Moshan looked at Chang'an on the city wall and did not sleep all night, so he looked very tired.
Ning Que walked to the bun shop, bought two hot buns, and walked towards the other end of the street.
"Beef and radish filling, two big bags for a lot of money."
He handed the buns in front of Moshan Mountain.
Mo Shanshan took the bun with both hands.
Her hands were a little small, the cotton skirt was a little wide, and her cuffs covered half of her palm.
The bun is big and she must hold it with both hands.
She carefully tore off the paper that was stuck to the bun skin and then took a careful bite.
Her expression was very focused and cute.
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Come to the south gate.
Climb the city wall and look at Chang'an again in the autumn wind.
"Do you have that kind of experience? When you stare at a word, you will feel that the word becomes more and more strange as you look. Whether it is structure or appearance, you always feel that it no longer looks like a word."
“Of course there is.”
"I used to think it was the reason why the eight methods of Yong's character interpreted into habits."
Ning Que looked at the city bathed in the morning light under the city wall and continued, "But after watching Chang'an for a long time in the past two days, I realized that this was a natural thing."
Mo Shanshan said: "I only watched it for one night, but Chang'an City is no longer a city in my eyes."
"Is it a talisman or a formation?"
"None of them, I think this city is alone."
Mo Shanshan looked at the roads and buildings in the city and said, "This man is called Chang'an. His snow-capped mountains, Qihai orifices are blocked. He is waiting for us to treat him and help him open up the orifices."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "This statement is very interesting, very similar to me back then... But because of this, I know that it is basically impossible to open up an ordinary person's qi acupoints."
"But your all the holes will eventually be clear."
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "So I plan to use your original method to come to Chang'an."
Ning Que remembered those past events, but in fact he was not very clear until now, why his snow-capped mountains and seas suddenly became enlightened, and why he was able to practice.
Mo Shanshan looked at the sky and said, "The snow-capped mountains and sea of Qi in Chang'an are the world. If we do not have the ability to command the world, we can only let the world do it by ourselves."
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(I can't write it today for several reasons. First, Lin Haitingtao released a new book, and I went to host it for a guest appearance, and my mind was a little unconscious. Second, the content of this chapter is too brain-intensive. This chapter talks about the whole story.
The most fundamental thing about the night. The most important thing is that the following plot is that the second senior brother started to make trouble. The previous ones were all small things, and the next ones started to make big things. The problem is how to do it well. I don’t have confidence yet.
If I dare to go down, I will grab my hair and think carefully.
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