Nightfall

The middle-aged Taoist has a pale face. No matter the spring rain and the autumn wind can't touch the moist and quiet Taoist heart, it suddenly trembles uncontrollably, and even shows signs of collapse.

The words he heard, the hidden meaning behind the words, and what the Lord thought and thought were too cold and horrible for the Taoists.

It is said that the bright Grand Priest is the person closest to Haotian, but he knows that the person closest to Haotian is the subjective, and has always been the subjective.

Haotian came to the world a few years ago, and the subject met her. The approach came to the ground in a theological sense. Instead of seeing but seeing each other, there would naturally be no distance.

Feared by seeing? No, after seeing it, I no longer fear, and I dare to think about the killing of the killing. Compared with it, whether it is Liansheng ’s ambition or the ideal of the academy, or even Haotian ’s own ideas, there will be some waiting. The problem of Ning Que is even more ridiculous.

The middle-aged Taoist would not question his judgment. Looking at the snow between the cliffs, feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, he suddenly felt a little sentimental, because he would see the destruction of a complete old world, and that old world was his whole heart. Enshrine the guardian, what he cares about.

"Really ... Is there no other way?"

"The flames of the Protestant Church burned the whole world. The old Taomen and the old temples will be sacrificed in this fire to the newcomers. Even if the Confucius loses, the academy and the Tang Dynasty will be destroyed, and the Taomen cannot change this ending. , But why do you feel sad? It ’s just Nirvana, and you should rejoice. "

"Did the Buddha say Nirvana will fall this winter?"

"That monk looks after himself, where would he care about the whole world?"

"Next. What should I do?"

"The one who decides the destiny of mankind was in the sky ..."

Looking at the Lord's eyes from the night dome to the snowy world under the mountain, after watching it for a long time, you continued: "Now it is in the world, then of course we must find her first."

Ning Que made him care more about things in the world. In fact, he always cares more than anyone else. It should have been in the sky. Now how can he not care about it?

After saying this sentence, the subject no longer spoke much, looking at the snow outside the cliff. Looking at the village fields over there. Looking at the moonlight that couldn't be stopped by the snow and wind, she smiled.

On the curtain of the night, the clouds are almost east, sometimes west. Although it keeps spreading snowflakes. But failed to cover everything. Moonlight enveloped the whole world.

The wind on the cliff rolled up snowflakes and danced with the moonlight, and it became colder as the night grew darker. The subject is sitting in the chair for a long time, but the spirit is still excellent.

A few years ago during the First World War in Chang'an, he was seriously injured by the academy's scholars with the help of a shocking array. Later, he met Sang Sang again and was punished by Hao Tian. Logically speaking, he was extremely unbearable in such a cold night, but he just sat quietly, without coughing, his face was not pale, or even two blushes, and his expression was always calm.

His eyes are full of longing for the beautiful scenery on the earth, curiosity of moonlight and snowflakes and the sky where moonlight and snowflakes are spread, innocent like a child.

Hengmu and Ada, the gods left by Haotian to the world, the expression on their faces also often shows the meaning of innocence, but that kind of innocence comes from the sense of alienation from the world and its own age.

Seeing the innocence of the Lord is different, he looks at the world quietly, thinking about the world, seems to be ignorant of ignorance, seems to know everything, some dull, but not disgusting, some cute, but not boring, he and Yokogi Waiting for people is different, and he is not the same as before, he is more calm, like a cloud floating out of Shanxiu unintentionally, clean and pure is really amazing.

When he entered Chang'an, he walked with imperial wind and fluttered like immortals. In the eyes of the people of Li Min, it seemed like a real immortal. After being crippled, he became a real mortal.

The middle-aged Taoist man looked at him in the chair, feeling the innocent breath, and vaguely understood what it was. It was very emotional. The original quietness, especially the world.

Suddenly the watcher moved, his hands left from his knees, and slowly fell onto the armrest of the wheelchair. There was residual snow under his palm, which was gradually melted into the spring by the heat, and his expression was as pleasant as the spring.

The middle-aged Taoist was speechless, because of shock, because the conjecture became a reality, and the conjecture that excited him seemed to be coming true soon.

The middle-aged Taoist's hands on the wheelchair tremble.

In the beginning, the bureau of the subject was broken by the academy, and his people were injured by Changan, but it was Haotian's means that really turned him into a mortal. What does this change mean now?

Guanzhu stood up and left the wheelchair.

It seems like the action that human beings have done thousands of years ago.

Snow flakes mixed with moonlight, slowly falling on the cliff, the cold wind blowing constantly, the blue robes on the swaying viewer's body kept floating, but he couldn't mess his gray hair with temples.

"Look, that really looks like a dog."

The Lord looked at the night sky and said leisurely.

Middle-aged Taoists do not understand the meaning of this sentence, and they do not even know that 20 years ago, the Master raised a glass to the heavens at the back hill of the academy and said that the sentences are not similar but actually mean the same thing.

After saying this, the Lord put his hands on his back and walked down the cliff in the snow. The Tsing Yi fluttered, the snow was angry, and the night was deep. He left Taoshan and disappeared.

Looking at the footprint left by the Lord on the snow, the middle-aged Taoist was silent, and the Sri Lankan had drifted down the Taoshan Mountain, leaving him only a back and awe.

I don't know how long after that, he woke up and looked at the wheelchair still in support, smiled, pushed the empty wheelchair to the cliff, and pushed it down with his arms raised.

The cliff is extremely high, and there is a sound of falling snow. The sound of a wheelchair falling to the ground cannot be heard here, and the subject who walks towards the world does not know when he will return to Taoshan.

The middle-aged Daoist expression quickly returned to calm, because he was the real powerhouse of Daomen, and because he had absolute confidence in the subject-Daomen had existed in the world for countless years. How much wisdom, for thousands of years, the glory of the world seems to have concentrated on the body of the Confucius and the Academy, but Daomen is Daomen after all ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The subject is the subjective after all.

The middle-aged Taoist left Yaping and went to the Tianyu Temple.

No one knew what he said to the sea in the temple, but then, the sea followed him silently to the ruling temple, and by that time, the palm had already arrived first.

Looking at the woman on the terrace wearing the ruling **** robe, he showed admiring eyes, she walked to the Moyu divine seat under the moonlight, blooming like blood.

He has always admired her. When he was young, he liked her very much. Unfortunately, he wants to kill her today. The Lord has decided the life and death of her and her brother.

"Please give me a real explanation."

"Sorry, I can't say."

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(Something went wrong when I logged in. I have to go out tomorrow and go to the village, so I do n’t have time to write, so I do n’t have updates. I wish you all fun and drink less.) (To be continued ...)