Nightfall Chapter 91: The same night
When he was on the other side of the mountain, she waited quietly in Chang’an City.
It is the same cold winter, but the intensity of the cold is different. Fortunately, the night is still fair. When the Tianqi Mountains are covered, it also covers Chang’an City. In the late winter of Lin 47 Lane, Lao Bi Zhai once again ushered in An ordinary night.
In the small courtyard, Sangsang sat on a small bench, looking at the white light of his fingertips, his small black face was shining brightly, and the willow leaves became brighter, as if missing something thing.
The old man smiled and looked at him, with his hands in his sleeves. The padded jacket on his body was much cleaner than before, and his gray hair was combed very smoothly. The appearance was still ordinary. It is impossible to believe that he is the bright and big of Xiling Temple. Priest.
There was a few light snowfalls in the city of Chang’an the other day. Tonight, the snow stopped and the clouds scattered the sky and the earth was clear. The dark night sky is dotted with thousands of stars. I calmly watched the buildings on the earth and the people in them.
Shenhui gradually extinguished at his thin fingertips, Sangsang raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, and asked seriously: “Teacher, the divine skill perception controls the Haotian Shenhui, and the Haotian Shenhui is the sun, so why is the starlight OK? “
The old man took his hand out of the sleeve of the cotton-padded jacket, ready to explain the true meaning of Haotian.
Sangsang didn’t notice his movements, squinted the willow leaves to look at Ye Xing, and continued with frowning eyebrows: “Could it be that these stars in the sky are countless suns? It’s just that they are too far away from us, so look When it’s smaller and darker, will the breath you feel when practicing divine art is much lighter than during the day?”
The old man thought with emotion that he had only thought of this after three years of practising magic arts, but his new female apprentice discovered it so early, and he could not help but give birth to joy, pride, loss, and sourness. Many complex emotions: “From the point of view It should be like this, but more than ten years ago, I once saw the appearance of the stars and felt that it was not the same as what I had imagined.”
Sangsang regained his gaze and no longer looked up at the starry sky, looked at the old man’s kind face, and asked seriously: “Teacher, practice is to control the vitality of the heavens and the earth to control weapons to hit people. How should we beat people with the magic arts?”
The old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that Disciple was obsessed with beating people with magical magic. I really didn’t know what was in her heart that made her so obsessed. He whispered: “Haotian Divine Hui is the most peaceful, for the world. The origin of all vitality in the world, but it is the most violent, because it can purify everything between heaven and earth into nothingness.”
A dead leaf floated on Sangsang’s knee. She glanced at the remaining snow marks on the leaf, gently pushed it away with her hand, and watched the old man continue to ask seriously: “How does Haotian Divine Hui purify everything in the world? Like burning wood?”
Unexpectedly, the little girl would use firewood to cook rice as a metaphor for Shenhui purification, and the old man laughed blankly.
Then he explained in earnest: “You can imagine Shenhui as countless tiny particles. The naked eye can’t see the specific appearance of these small particles. These particles can emit light and have almost unlimited speed. However, once They lose all their power when spreading at almost infinite speed.”
“The spread of the power of the gods is more like the rippling of the lake, the power contained in the waves is its power, but your analogy is correct, only when the particles in the gods start to vibrate and rub out of the world. It will only show its unique power to purify everything in the world when the intense high temperature can occur.”
The old man looked at Sangsangruo’s small face, and after a pause, he said solemnly: “Divine art is a very powerful ability, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this A person of ability must have the character that matches it, he must be pure and transparent in his heart, without a trace of filth, and hold a bright outlook, so that he will not be backlashed.”
In his eyes, Sangsang is extremely clean and transparent from hair to toes. It is precisely because of this that he will visit Forty-Seven Lane like a treasure for many days, thinking that she is bestowed by Haotian. Chance.
At this time, the old man recounted the view of light so solemnly, he was worried that if he left the world in the future, the woman would be blinded by the darkness of the world, her mind would be obscured by the dust, and she would no longer be transparent.
There is a well in the courtyard. In the water poke beside the well, there is water that was just raised. Starlight penetrated in but couldn’t stay.
Sangsang shook his head and said: “Transparency has no color, and whether it is dirty or bright, they are all colors.”
The old man was silent, and slowly savored the words of the female disciples. He actually felt very reasonable. Vaguely, he found that this statement was correct. He thought with emotion that only truly transparent people would know Realize this.
Sangsang continued earnestly and said: “Master taught me that strength is power, and it does not have any attributes such as good and evil. Don’t believe any rhetoric about innate good and evil.”
The old man looked into her eyes, and found that there was no doubt in her eyes, only affirmation and take it for granted. His expression was slightly different, thinking that the young master seemed to be an interesting character.
In the old pen studio these days, he has heard countless nonsense or epigrams left by the young master through Sangsang. He is a little curious about how the young master can develop such realistic and affirmative ideas, and some Feeling that the young master’s luck has allowed Sangsang to trust and rely so unreasonably.
“Since you are more interested in the power of divine magic, let us try it.”
The old man smiled and stretched out his index finger, and a ball of flame appeared at his fingertips. The sacred white flame did not have any temperature, but the next moment the courtyard was filled with a scorching atmosphere, and the high temperature in the flame began to spread.
“The first thing we need to do is to perceive and condense the Haotian divine brilliance between heaven and earth as in the past, and then request divine brilliance to spread its heat and power beyond the light with awe.” /
The white flame fell from between the old man’s fingers, and fell on the winter leaves that had been swept down by the sangsang from his knees. With a soft sneer, the remnants of the winter leaves and the leaves themselves disappeared in no time. , Not even a trace of green smoke.
Sangsang looked at this picture, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head, following the old man’s previous appearance, and stretched out his index finger. The mellow and lovely flame was born on the fingertip, and the flame contained terror. The high temperature.
The old man looked at the flame of light on her fingertips. Although she had felt too much shock from this little girl these days, an expression of wonder and joy and satisfaction still appeared in the old eyes.
One glance can condense the Haotian Divine Radiance, and another glance can use the Haotian Divine Radiance?
The old man is praised as the most outstanding bright priest after the legendary man thousands of years ago. He is the person closest to Haotian in the world. However, he knows that he can’t do this, and that person can’t do it thousands of years ago. .
Sangsang looked at the flame of light on her fingers, her little face showed hesitation, as if she didn’t know what to do, she looked at the stove room, looked at the wood under the stove and the water pot on the stove, thinking Thinking of preparing to boil the water before, Willow Leaf’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a light flick blew the flame of the fingertips into the stove’s eyes.
The reunion flames floated into the stove’s eyes, and lightly fell on the dry firewood, only to hear a slight sneer, the dry firewood was instantly ignited and began to burn, but after a short time, the water was in the pot. There were strands of steam.
The light that floated into the eyes of the stove did not burn the dry wood into blue smoke, indicating that Sangsang’s condensed divine brilliance is still insurmountable from the true gods in terms of purity and power, but her small There was not the slightest frustration on his face, but a happy smile appeared, thinking that he did not waste dry wood or wasted fingertips.
Then she said: “Teacher, the water is already hot, you can wash the dishes.”
The old man stood up, rolled up his thick cotton sleeves awkwardly, and walked towards the kitchen. Fortunately, I had fishball noodles in clear soup instead of chicken noodles. There should not be too much oil on the bowl. It should be easier to wash.