Nightfall

Many years later, Ning Que walked through the ugly alley and heard the sound of Lang Lang books in the depths of the alley, listening to the familiar voice explaining the history to the children, which was very emotional, because it happened to happen in winter in a certain year. Those things. Many people have the same feelings as him. Whenever they recall that winter, they feel a little unwilling, a little sad, but also a little lucky, and their emotions are very complicated.

No matter what kind of emotions, that winter will inevitably become a winter that cannot be forgotten by the world, because the world seems to be only a distance away from peace in that winter. Seeing a line of vitality in the war between the academy and the Daomen, it seems that there is Infinite hope is ahead.

On the desolate wilderness, snowflakes flew violently, and the Tang military camp, hundreds of feet away, became very blurry. As for Tang Jianghuaying's figure, he didn't know where.

Ah squinted her eyes, and a little bit of cruelty flashed occasionally on her childish face. Some of her bluish lips moved slightly, and she kept silently praying for the eternal reverence.

He has been waiting for a long time in the wind and snow wasteland, and he has never shot.

At first, it was because he felt the arrow of destruction that was thousands of miles south of the south. Now he did not shoot, but because of the train that was slowly coming in the depths of the snow.

The Master of the National Teacher's Army, who was cruising through the grasslands, left Helan City and came to Qicheng Village.

No one knows what he came here, no one dared to disobey his will ... not even Ada, although he is a gift left to the grassland by Changsheng Tian, ​​he is also a disciple of the master of the national teacher.

The convoy stopped in the snow, and the vicissitudes and quiet voices of the National Division tear the wind and snow. Into the ears of Atta: "What the Tang people most want to see is that we lose our minds."

Ata looked at Tangying in the snow opposite him and said, "I can kill him."

The voice of the National Teacher sounded again: "At that moment, you will also be killed."

Atta firmly said: "You are here, I am not afraid."

He was against the will of the national teacher, and actually expressed his supreme respect for the national teacher, because he firmly believed that as long as the national teacher came, the iron arrow in the south would not hurt himself.

How high is the state of the Golden Account Master, even after the Light Festival, there is still no accurate concept, especially after the rain this spring. Who knows whether this prairie strongman who serves the extremely pious **** of longevity has any gain. Under his premise of vigilance, coupled with the more than ten powerful prairie priests, the iron arrows that Ning lacked could really be prevented.

Ata felt that he should be more courageous in this situation. He wanted to kill Tang. Take Tie Qi to rush the opposite Tang Ying. Only in this way can the suffering of the man in the far south be returned.

The national teacher was silent for a moment. In one sentence, responded to the apprentice's trust.

"The problem is that we don't know where she is."

Yes, this is the biggest problem-the iron arrow in the far south that has been pointing at the grassland is certainly terrifying. But as long as you are prepared, you can always find a way to deal with it. As long as you control the realm or the output of mental power, the iron arrow can't affect here at all, but what about the other person?

The man was born in the wilderness and grew up in the wilderness. Although he disappeared for decades, as long as he is still alive, he is the most legendary strongman on the grassland and the most terrifying devil.

Sect Master Lin Wu, Twenty-three Years of Cicadas, and Yu Lan, Three Sisters of the Academy ... No matter what her name or identity is, she will always be the most feared object of the grassland barbarians.

In the past few years, she was rumored to be in Donghuang, so the strong man of Zuoying Wangting gradually withered away and was about to be killed by her alone, so the state teacher and the thirteen priests had been keeping outside Helan City.

This winter, the National Teacher finally left the Helan City and came to the souther field. No one knew what he came to do, but everyone knew that it must be related to Yu curtain.

Ata understood, some unwillingly glanced at Tangying in the south, turned around and turned back, walked into the convoy, and retreated in the direction of Weicheng with the teacher.

"I heard ... the temple is negotiating with the college."

"Yes."

"So there can be no war for the time being?"

"Yes."

"Will peace? I hate the word."

"That's what Haotian can decide."

In the dialogue between the apprentice and the apprentice, the convoy went away and disappeared into the depths of the snow in a short time. No one still knew where the national teacher would go and what to do, but people knew that the national teacher was waiting for a The appearance of man is waiting for the arrival of the iron arrow, and naturally, he is also waiting for Haotian's choice.

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Things in the world are decided by Haotian. In short, it is destined to heaven. There is helplessness in these three words, and there is also easy-going calmness. However, Sang San has left the world, how can she tell her will to hundreds of millions of believers? When she was as silent as in the past countless years, the so-called Haotian's will was nothing but the will of the Taoist gates. Now, to be precise, it is the will of the Lord.

Standing before the tens of thousands of iron riders, Yokogi looked indifferently at the Qingxia, destined to be written in the history book, slowly raised his right arm, on the Song Dynasty capital city square, the cavalry who besieged the Protestant believers retreated and the deacon stopped Attack, because a new order came from the Temple of Tao. Jinting Wangting is waiting for the choice of the subject, Chang'an City is waiting for the choice of the subject, everyone is waiting for the choice of the subject ...

Only Long Qing did n’t seem to know anything. He could n’t hear the tense breathing from thousands of people outside the wall. He did n’t receive the latest news from the temple. He felt that the firewood piled in the yard was not spectacular enough. He picked up the hatchet again. Unskilledly chopping wood, imagining the flames later.

The night is gradually getting longer, the world is getting cooler, and the warm Xiling Kingdom is also snowing heavily this winter. The cliff is covered with residual snow. Under the moonlight, the traces of the wheelchair are very clear.

The middle-aged Taoist man stood in a wheelchair and looked dignified. He thought that the Taoist door should remain unchanged and change constantly, which was a good hand to break Ning's lack of this game, but it seems that the subjective view does not think so.

"Ning Que wanted to see Daomenzhen calming down? But ... it didn't make sense."

The middle-aged Taoist raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the night vault, thinking about the possible battle in the distant kingdom of God. He frowned and said, "The Master is getting darker. The longer the time is, the more disadvantageous it is for the Academy."

The subject is sitting in a wheelchair. Looking at the world under the moonlight, he said nothing.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly understood and said, "So this is what he wanted."

Regarding the fundamentals of faith, he can only dimly realize it, but he cannot make it clear with words.

With this sentence, the temperature on the cliff suddenly dropped, and the cold wind came through the bones. The moon was still empty, and some clouds fell to the snow, and the snow came quickly. Snow flakes are extremely thick. One after another, clamoring, it didn't take long to lay a layer on the cliff and a layer on the wheelchair.

The subject is naturally covered in snow. Words slowly flowing from his lips. Suddenly, the flakes became cold for a few minutes. Just like the meaning in words.

"He wanted to talk to this world, and I also wanted to see what he wanted to talk about, but it was a pity that he had been in prison for half a year in Chang'an City. He thought he wanted to understand everything and he was wrong after all."

The viewer said: "He couldn't see himself clearly, and he didn't see Ye Hongyu completely. The most important thing is that he didn't see what the world is now."

The middle-aged Taoist said: "It doesn't stand high enough, it doesn't look far enough."

In the present world, there is no one standing as tall as the subject.

The middle-aged Taoist pushed the wheelchair to Yaping. The wheelchair left two deep tracks on the snow, and was then trampled by new footprints, just like the fate of the world.

"The story that Ning Que told me is very interesting. In the words of the college, it is very interesting. Then it is very meaningful. It is really difficult to persuade people, at least to bluff people."

Guanzhu said with a smile: "The problem is that there is no God in his story, there is no God in that world, but there is really Haotian in our world."

The expression of the middle-aged Taoist became more and more dignified, the steps became a little heavy, and the footprints on the snow became deeper and deeper, as if to be deep into the cliff stone.

Haotian, of course, is the most heavy topic.

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"Of course, as I said before, I have to admit the judgment of the academy, and my judgment is also the same ... Daomen will inevitably fail, and Haotian will eventually perish."

Suddenly, the smile of the spectator diverted away, and then no expression, the emotion in the depths of the eyes became extremely complicated, initially at a loss or even fear, and finally turned into a calm autumn water.

"But ... what about?"

The Lord of Daomen said that the door would be destroyed. Haotian's most devout believer and the most powerful spokesperson said Haotian would die. If these words flow into the world, what kind of shock and confusion will it bring?

The subject who said this is already calm, looking at the world with a slight smile, thinking nothing, so quiet and tranquil, as cute as a newborn child.

"Ning Que is right ... the Daomen and the Academy, and I and the Master, in a sense, are indeed people of the same path. We are walking on the same road. We all have ideas about this world, just choose the route and Not the same, we have different views on the future world, and different views on the future of mankind, so the method of choice and the ultimate goal must also be different. Ning Que will not agree with the path I choose, there will be no peace, so the same difference, How can it be true? "

The watcher said: "As you said, he didn't stand high enough, he didn't look far enough, he didn't see the most important person ... and when I saw it, then the college lost."

Ning Que's question for Daomen ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ seems to be a dilemma, forcing Daomen to calm down and have no solution at all, but for the subjective, this question is very simple.

Ye Su's life and death, Ye Hongyu's going to stay, is not a problem for the audience.

The subject thinks that killing the two siblings together is.

He didn't care that Ye Su might be sanctified, how far the new church spread. He didn't care about Ye Hongyu or death or rebellion, ruling that the temple would be in chaos, and the Daomen would become chaotic.

Don't care, because everything is doomed-Daomen is Haotian Daomen, Haotian Daomen, Haotian has conceded defeat, how can her Daomen win?

The world outside the cliff is a human world. In the past, it was all snow, and the recklessness of the sky. It was impossible to distinguish the sky from the ground, as if they were all connected together.

"What about it? After all, it is human's own business. Haotian is dead, then he will find a new Haotian, and the Daomen will be destroyed. Then he will create a new Daomen, that's all."

The subject says so. (To be continued ...)