Nightfall Chapter 141: Look at Chang’an (Part 2)

Ning Que got up, patted the grass clippings and dew off his body, and walked along the lake bank to the opposite bank.

There is a white autumn reed on the east side of the lake. There is a wooden bridge hidden in the reeds. He walked over the bridge, passed the side door and side alley of his house, and came to the crowded morning market, in the world. .

The emperor is dead, people are still alive, the war is going on, and life is going to go on. The heat of the bun shop spreads on the street like fog, and the soup of the noodle shop wets the bluestone road.

The common people lined up to buy breakfast, talking about the new things in the neighborhood as in previous years. Of course, there are a lot of frontier wars in the topic, and some women are worried about their nephew who is in the army.

Ning Que walked to the bun shop, listened to the sound of boiling water in the steamer, looked at the hot mist in front of him, listened to the fine and plain words, and watched the cute action of the child tearing the bun paper, suddenly felt.

It was in front of this bun shop that year, he met Taoist stone monk and saw a soil steamed bun in the wilderness. It was a thousand-year-old solitary tomb, and the most dangerous battle since entering the world.

At that time, the morning breeze gradually began, and the head of the Taoist stone monk rolled down, like a hot bun that was not held by a child because it was hot, and then the bluestone slab was wet with blood, thicker than dew, and more fishy than noodle soup .

Time passed quietly, and the bloodstains of the year were no longer visible on the bluestone streets, and the traces of the battle that year were no longer visible. People can't even remember what happened that morning.

The morning market is still the morning market, the bun shop is still the bun shop, the boss and the master Bai An are still the same two people, but the child who bought the bun is no longer the child of the year.

Is this the power of time?

Ning Que stood in front of the bun shop, silently recalling the scenes of the year, and then remembered what happened after Sangsang dropped the black stone on the Buddha's chessboard in Washan Cave.

In the world of Haotian, the highest rules have eternal meaning, such as time and death. In addition, what other rules can reach that level?

Because of the refraction of the hot fog, the morning light becomes fluffy, as if there are countless fragments of time in it.

People come and go on the streets.

Ning Que stood in the street, closed his eyes and bowed his head. Feel everything around you.

He saw a lot of pictures.

The blood stains of the old years were washed away with clean water, leaving some remnants, and then they were trampled by countless people lining up to buy buns, and they were taken away from the original ground, leaving no traces on the bluestone slab.

The child was holding the hot meat bun and walked over the bluestone slab. The woman used a bamboo basket to follow the steaming bun while cursing the man who was lying in bed. While walking on the bluestone.

The woman is getting old. The child of that year has grown up, married and had children. The old woman waited at home, and the child's child began to line up with his mother to buy buns. Before going home, he secretly took one in his hand.

For countless years, countless pairs of feet have walked on these bluestone slabs, and the surface of the bluestone slabs is extremely smooth.

He saw a wasteland full of weeds. I saw the farmer lighting a fire in the grassland, seeing the old scalpers walking heavy steps in the raw fields, watching the black soil being opened.

The fields began to grow rice and wheat. In autumn, golden grains were produced. The farmer began to harvest and thresh. The stone mill slowly turned to grind the white flour and was sent to the city to make steamed buns or buns. .

He also saw many pictures. So I understood some truth.

People walking in the world will inevitably leave traces, but as people continue to walk, these traces will quietly disappear and disappear when everyone does not notice.

This is not the power of time, but the power of man himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the people walking through the morning market. A smile appeared on his face.

This city is very grand, and this formation is great, so when the teacher representing the whole world has left, there is no one who has the ability to mobilize enough vitality to restore this city, this formation.

But the world is still there.

That power. Still in the world.

Ning Que didn't know what the aura hidden in the world was.

The use of strength is not accurate.

He could feel the power, and even touched those supreme rules faintly. But I don't know how to describe this feeling, what words should be used to describe... the taste of life is still smoke?

He doesn't know how to mobilize that breath, but at least he has a clue.

The most important thing is that he really felt that breath for the first time.

At that moment, he communicated with his teacher and many former sages.

So he is in a good mood.

He saw Moshan Mountain across the street.

Mo Shanshan looked at Chang'an from the city wall. He did not sleep all night, so he looked very tired.

Ning Que walked to the bun shop, bought two warm buns, and walked across the street.

"Beef and carrot stuffing, a big bag of two big dollars."

He handed the bun to Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan took the bun with both hands.

Her hands are a bit small, her cotton skirt is a bit wide, and her cuffs cover a small half of her palm.

The bun is so big that she must hold it with both hands.

She carefully tore off the paper sticking to the bun skin, and then took a bite carefully.

She has a very focused and cute look.

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Come to the south gate.

Climb up the city wall and see Chang'an in the autumn wind.

"Do you have that kind of experience, staring at a word, and looking at it for a long time, you will feel that the word becomes more and more weird, whether it is structure or appearance, I always feel that it no longer looks like a word."

"Naturally there is."

"I used to think that it was the reason why the eight methods of eternal character interpretation became a habit."

Ning Que looked at the city under the city wall and bathed in the morning light, and continued: "But in the past two days, I have been watching Chang'an for a long time, and I realized that this is a natural thing."

Mo Shanshan said: "I only watched for one night, but Chang'an City is no longer a city in my eyes."

"Is it a symbol or an array?"

"Neither, I think this city is a person."

Mo Shanshan looked at the roads and buildings in the city and said: "This man is called Chang'an. His snow-capped mountains, Qihai, and his orifices are blocked, and he is waiting for us to heal him and help him get through 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 get an ordinary person through."

"But your tricks finally got through."

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "So I plan to use your original method to treat Chang'an."

Ning Que remembered those past events, but in fact, he hasn't been very clear until now, why his snow-capped mountains and Qihai suddenly opened up, and why he could practice cultivation.

Mo Shanshan looked at the sky and said: "Chang'an's snow-capped mountains and sea are heaven and earth. We don't have the ability to command heaven and earth, so we can only let heaven and earth do it by itself."

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(I can’t write today. There are several reasons. First, Lin Hai Tingtao published a new book. I went to host a guest appearance, and my mind was a bit unconscious. Second, the content of this chapter is too much brainstorming. This chapter says This is the most fundamental thing about Jiang Ye. The most important point is that in the following plot, the second brother started to really mess up. The previous ones are small ones, but the next ones are big ones. The question is how to do it well, I haven’t Confidence, I don’t dare to go down. I’m going to grab my hair and think about it.

Today is Saturday to make up the day, so today there will be a difference of four thousand. The promised ten days and two hours will be completed within the promised time. Explain to everyone that Lin Hai and the second brother are all to blame. ) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}