Nightfall

Breaking the evil old world and building a beautiful new world sounds simple. In fact, for the "world" itself, this is the biggest thing, and the world is the biggest thing for people, so whether it is to break The old world or building a new world has become the biggest thing.

The biggest thing is naturally the most difficult. Just like what the subject is doing now, no one has done it before. What Ning Que wanted to do has never been done before. Lian Sheng had only a simple and **** idea at that time, never When it comes to practice, he does n’t know how to proceed, even if he has made more preparations.

Yes, he has been preparing for several years. For a lifetime, the years are not short, but compared to the grand proposition of breaking the world, it is a bit ridiculous.

And he never made up his mind.

Because of the gods representing the old world, in his arms.

The destruction of the old world inevitably means the death of Sang Sang. Since many years ago, he and she have been discussing this issue, and have never found a viable third way, so they have fallen in love with each other until now.

Let Sang Sang die to save this world?

Ning Que wouldn't do it. If he was the kind of Taoist madman or martyr, he wouldn't run away from the world with a serious illness, and his hands were covered with the blood of innocent people.

He remembers a very famous poem in that world.

"Life is precious, love price is higher, if it is free, both can be thrown away."

If it is Junmo, he will certainly be able to throw away his life for freedom, and Ke Haoran has already thrown away. If it is Ye Hongyu, love can definitely throw away love, and Liansheng has already thrown away.

Ning wanted nothing to be missing. He has always been greedy, shameless, and more precisely, stingy. He always thought about another very famous poem in that world.

"The world has a double-quantity, and if you live up to it, you will live up to it."

Except for the truly compassionate monks in the Lanke Temple, he did not have any affection for the Buddhism like the second brother. The words in this poem naturally change to the word adult.

How can I live up to Sang Sang?

Ning Que did not know.

Sang Sang suddenly stretched out his arms in his arms and hugged him.

She hugged him very tightly, and those golden dust particles oozing from her body, the looming afterimage, struggled constantly between the two bodies, trying to leave but unable to leave for a while.

A warm power entered Ning Que's body, and his thoughts followed. After passing through the array of pestles in his hand, he was scattered by the entire Chang'an City into the world.

"Try it, maybe it will succeed." Sang Sang leaned against his chest and said with his eyes closed.

Is like countless times like Minshan, Weicheng, Changan and Xiling. No matter what little maid or Haotian she is, it is her who ultimately decides everything.

She made up her mind but today, Ning Que is not as obedient as before.

"you will die."

Sang Sang closed his eyes and said calmly: "You have lived with me for so many years, enough."

Ning lacked silence for a moment and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Sang Sang's voice trembled slightly: "Afraid."

Ning Que smiled slightly and said, "Then I will accompany you."

Sang Sang opened his eyes and looked at what he wanted to say.

Ning Que looked at her calmly and said, "In the monastery of Lanke Temple, I said that if you die, I really don't want to live, so let me go to die with you."

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "Can you meet in your next life?"

Ning Que laughed and asked, "When was the first time we met?"

Sang Sang was a little puzzled: "Isn't it the day you picked me?"

"No, it was the day you were born ..."

Ning Que said: "I killed the steward and the young man in the fire room in the Tongfu doctor's house that day and hid in the well. It took a long time before I dared to get up. I was very hungry looking for something to eat and then ... saw you . "

"It turns out that way." She looked a little puzzled.

"... At the Red Lotus Temple, I was about to be killed by Longqing, leaning on the side of the car, you were inside the car, we were only half a step between the cars, I thought, then we would have only half a step in the next life, so convenient I can find you, you see, I never doubt if I can meet you in my next life. "

Ning Que said: "Because God is destined to be together forever."

Sang Sang said: "This is really the oldest and most touching love story."

Ning kissed her forehead and said, "Because you only need to be willing."

Is destined to be her willingness.

"I will."

Sang Sang said with a smile, his eyes a little wet.

She forgot that this was the first time she came to the world and wanted to cry.

But it seems to be related to this man every time.

Ning Que asked: "Are you still afraid?"

Sang Sang said: "Still afraid, but with you, you can."

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She is very weak, but she is still Haotian. When she decided to do this, the whole world felt her will. More precisely, Ning Que told her whole world to her will.

They hugged tightly, just like that night many years ago. At that time, they came back from the Kaiping market, and Ning Que first saw the book on spiritual practice-too much induction, and then fell asleep, holding her in her arms as usual, and then he did A dream, dreamed of a sea.

That was Ning Que's first impression.

As long as Sang Sang is in his arms, he can perceive the whole world.

At the same time, the whole world also felt him.

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The cliff on the front of the Xiling Temple is already a sea of ​​blood.

Xiong Chumo died, and He Mingchi died.

Ning Que's request to die must be dead.

Middle-aged Taoist standing in front of the Yaping stone house, the figure is a bit lonely.

Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue were standing in front of the Xiling Temple, and there were countless people kneeling on the cliff.

The war between the Academy and Daomen, at least at the secular level, has already been divided.

However, just before the moment, visions between heaven and earth appeared, attracting everyone's attention.

People saw the falling cloud screen in the East China Sea, saw the burning sun, saw the horrible beam of light on Chang'an City, and saw the light slurry flowing like a waterfall.

Then there was light.

The light is very dazzling. Apart from the strong like Ye Hongyu, no one can see everything on earth.

Even the eyes of Ye Hongyu and middle-aged Taoist squinted.

Sang Sang's will came to the field with the breeze.

Middle-aged Taoist understood, knowing that she was reborn, could not help but feel infinite emotion.

Guard the world for countless thousands of years, you have worked hard.

Ye Hongyu also understood, frowned thinly, and said, "A pair of idiots."

Mo Shanshan stood beside her, pale and silent.

In that town, the butcher put down the knife in his hand, but Junmo still held the iron sword.

This is the biggest difference between the two.

The butcher knew that the war had reached a point where he could not intervene, so he let it go.

Junmo thought that if the younger brother and the girl died, but did not win the audience, it was their turn to fight.

In the Tianji Mountains of the wasteland, the yellow skirt fluttered, and Yulian kept going north, without looking at Changan.

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No one can order the whole world, nor can the Master.

On behalf of the human world, he fought against Haotian in silence for thousands of years.

Ning Que's thing to do is to perceive and then try to lead the will of the whole world.

What kind of will it be?

The sun is burning, the kingdom of the gods deep in the sky is gradually clear, and there is a bright sky between heaven and earth. This is a day that has never been seen before, and even the clear blue sky is about to turn into a pure white color.

The light is blind, and few people can open their eyes.

The light is hot, the whole world is shrouded in scorching heat, Daze is transpiring, the South China Sea is generating waves, and the residual snow is melting. The scorching woods suddenly sounded cicadas. The snow sea in the extreme north cold area has Signs of thawing!

too hot.

It's too hot to sweat, and it's too hot to breathe.

Changan City was constantly attacked by the beam of light from the Kingdom of God, but it was sheltered by a shocking array. It was relatively better than the world outside the city. At least people could open their eyes, but it was still very hot.

Li Yu and Datang Juvenile Tianzi are in the Imperial Study. Her dress was already wet with sweat, and her breathing became heavy. She took her brother's hand and walked to the window, pushing the window open.

Chunfeng Pavilion was facing the house, and the old lady and Shangguan Yangyu sat opposite each other. Both of them had stripped off their tops, exposing their lean and unsightly bodies, and were extremely uncomfortable.

"Unbearable."

Stand up to the old man on crutches, push all the windows in the room away, and look at the light slurry flowing like a waterfall in the sky.

The world is like this.

Whether living on the river bank or the seaside, no matter whether there is wind or not, they can't escape the heat wave, the whole world becomes an iron house, there is firewood burning outside, and the heat is extremely extreme.

The will is the idea, just what you want to do.

Now, everyone in this world wants a breeze and wants to push open the window to open the door. If the sultry iron house has no doors and windows, then it can only be broken.

Ningque felt the thoughts of hundreds of millions of people and knew that it was the will of the world.

The thought of hundreds of millions of people, no matter from the end of the world or the cape, came to Changan City and entered the array of shock.

Ningque could not bear such an order of magnitude.

Sang Sang took a burst of eye pestles from his hands.

The magnificent thoughts from all over the world entered her body through the eye pestle.

She is Ning Que's natal creature.

She has it, but Ning Queyou.

The college in the south of Chang'an was also very hot.

The reader in front of the cliff cave was soaked in his clothes, but he didn't realize it. He was still in a daze at the book mountain Mohai on the table, still thinking about what the Lord said before.

Scholars are ultimately useless?

Is useless as a scholar?

The reader is more angry when he thinks, and the more he is lost.

He reached out angrily and pushed the book on the table down.

Those books left the table, but did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air.

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"It turns out that this is the case."

The reader understood that a naive smile appeared on the old face, and finally relieved.

"Go, let him know that the text itself is powerful."

Countless books, left the cliff cave of the academy, and flew to the Changan city wall like a flock of birds.

The academy has a vast collection of books, rare books, and popular books such as Miscellaneous Books of the Two Capitals. The number is difficult to calculate. At this time, it was actually a full circle along the Changan City in the air!

"The useless one is a scholar, is this what you said?"

Ning Que looked at the subject and said, "Then I will write a word for you."

The voice did not fall, he raised his arm, his fingers clasped, and held an invisible pen.

Where is the ink?

How much ink does he need to write such a big word?

Outside the walls of Changan, the countless books floating in the air suddenly merged together.

Books, not paper.

Books are calligraphy paper.

There are words on the book.

Those words are written in ink.

In countless volumes, there are countless ink characters.

Ning Que needed to use the ink left by countless predecessors.

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