When he was on the other side of the mountains, she waited quietly in Chang'an City.

It is the same cold winter, but the shade of the cold is not the same, fortunately, the night is still so fair, covering the Tianqi Mountains also covers Chang'an City, in the forty-seventh lane of deep winter, Lao Bizhai once again ushered in an ordinary night.

In the small courtyard, Sang Sang sat on the small bench, looking at the white light on his fingertips, his slightly black little face was illuminated by the light, and the willow eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he was missing something.

The old man looked at him with a smile, his hands were wrapped in his sleeves, the padded jacket on his body was much cleaner than before, his gray hair was combed very smoothly, and his appearance was still ordinary, making it impossible to believe that he was the Great Priest of Light of the Xiling Temple.

A few days ago, a few light snows fell in Chang'an City, and tonight the snow stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the sky and earth were clear, and the dark night dome was dotted with thousands of stars, calmly looking at the buildings on the earth and the people in the buildings.

Shenhui gradually extinguished in his thin fingertips, Sang Sang looked up at the stars in the sky, and asked seriously: "Teacher, the divine magic perception controls Haotian Shenhui, Haotian Shenhui is the sun, so why can Starlight also be?"

The old man took his hand out of the sleeve of his padded jacket, ready to explain a few sentences of Hao Tian's true meaning.

Sang Sang didn't notice his movements, squinted at the night star, and continued with a frown: "Could it be that these stars in the sky are countless suns?

The old man thought with emotion that he only thought of this after three years of practicing divine arts, but his newly accepted female apprentice found out so early, and he couldn't help but feel joy, pride, loss, and slightly sour, and many complicated feelings: "Logically speaking, it should be like this, but more than ten years ago, I once glanced at the appearance of the stars, and I felt that it was not the same as I imagined. ”

Sang Sang retracted his gaze and stopped looking up at the starry sky, looked at the old man's kind face, and asked seriously: "Teacher, cultivation is to control the vitality of heaven and earth and control weapons to beat people, how should we fight people when we cultivate divine arts?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, thinking that the disciple was bent on beating people with divine arts, and he really didn't know what was in her heart that made her so persistent, and said softly: "Haotian Shenhui is the most tranquil, the foundation of all the vitality in heaven and earth, but it is the most violent, because it can purify all things in heaven and earth into nothingness. ”

A dead leaf floated to Sang Sang's knees, she glanced at the remaining snow marks on the leaves, gently brushed them away with her hand, and looked at the old man and continued to ask seriously: "What does Haotian Shenhui rely on to purify a thing in the world? Like burning firewood?"

I didn't expect the little girl to use firewood to cook rice as a metaphor for Shenhui purification, and the old man smiled dumbly.

Then he explained earnestly: "You can imagine Shenhui as countless tiny particles, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, which can emit light and can have near-infinite speeds, but once they travel at near-infinite speeds, they lose all their power. ”

"The spread of Shenhui's power is more like the ripples of a lake, and the power contained in the waves is where its power lies, but your analogy is not wrong, only when the particles in Shenhui begin to violently oscillate and rub against the violent high temperatures that can occur in the world, will it show its unique power of purifying a thing in the world. ”

The old man looked at Sang Sang's little face, and after a pause, he said with a solemn expression: "Divine art is a very powerful ability, but the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this ability must have the character to match it, and must have a pure and transparent heart without a trace of impurity, and have a bright outlook, so that they will not be counterattacked. ”

In his eyes, Sang Sang was extremely clean and transparent from his hair to his toes, and it was precisely because of this that he would visit Lane 47 for many days like he had discovered a treasure, thinking that she was the opportunity given to him by Haotian.

At this time, the old man recounted the concept of light so solemnly, because he was worried that if he left this world in the future, this female disciple would be blinded by the darkness of the world, and her mind would be blinded by dust, and she would no longer be transparent.

There was a well in the courtyard, and the water next to the well was the water that had just been lifted, and the starlight could not stay in it.

Sangsang shook his head and said, "Transparency has no color, and whether it is yin or light, they are all colors. ”

The old man was silent, slowly savoring the words of the female apprentice, and felt that it was very reasonable, and vaguely, he found that this statement was correct, and thought with emotion, probably only a truly transparent person would understand this.

Sang Sang continued to say seriously: "The young master taught me before, strength is power, and there are no attributes such as good and evil in itself, don't believe any words 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 natural belief, and his expression was slightly different, thinking that the young master seemed to be an interesting character.

These days, he was in the old pen room, and Tongguò Sangsang heard countless nonsense or aphorisms left by the young master, he was a little curious about how the young master could develop such a realistic and affirmative concept, and some sighed that the young master's luck could make Sangsang trust and rely on it so unreasonably.

"Since you're more interested in magical powers, let's give it a try. ”

The old man smiled and stretched out his index finger, and a ball of light flame appeared on his fingertips, and the holy white flame did not have any temperature, but the next moment the courtyard was shrouded in a scorching breath, and the high temperature in the light flame began to spread.

"The first thing we need to do is to perceive and condense the Divine Radiance of Heaven and Earth, as we have done in the past, and then ask the Divine Radiance to spread its heat and power beyond the light with awe. ”

The white flame of light fell from the old man's fingers, and fell on the winter leaves that had been brushed off by Sang Sang from his knees, and with a soft snort, the residual taste marks on the winter leaves and the leaves themselves disappeared in an instant, without even a trace of green smoke.

Sang Sang looked at this picture, lowered his head and thought quietly for a moment, then raised his head, and stretched out his index finger in the old man's previous appearance, the round and lovely light flame was born on the fingertips, and the light flame contained a terrifying high temperature.

The old man looked at the flame of light on her fingertips, and although he had felt too much shock from this little girl these days, the old man's eyes still uncontrollably swelled with a look of amazement and joyful satisfaction.

One glance can condense Haotian Shenhui, and another glance can use Haotian Shenhui?

The old man was praised as the most outstanding Great Priest of Light after the legendary man a thousand years ago, and he was the closest person to Haotian in the world, but he knew very well that he couldn't do this, and that person couldn't do it a thousand years ago.

Sang Sang looked at the flame of light on her fingers, her little face showed a look of hesitation, as if she didn't know what to do, she looked at the stove, looked at the firewood under the stove and the pot on the stove, thinking about the preparation of boiling water before, Liu Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a flick of the fingertips, the light flame on her fingertips flicked into the stove.

The round flame drifted into the stove and gently fell on the dry firewood, only to hear a soft sound of snorting, the dry wood was instantly ignited, and began to burn, but after a while, wisps of steam came out of the water pot.

The flame of light that drifted into the eye of the stove did not turn the dry wood into green smoke, indicating that the divine light condensed by Sangsang was still insurmountable from the true Shinto powerhouse in terms of purity and power, but her little face did not have the slightest frustration, but instead showed a happy smile, thinking that there was no waste of dry wood and no waste of the fire on her fingertips, it was good.

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 a little awkwardly, and walked in the direction of the kitchen, thinking that fortunately he was eating clear soup fish ball noodles instead of chicken soup noodles today, and the bowl should not be stained with too much oil, so it should be easier to wash.

(My name is Tyrant, but my surname is Weak, so I'm Weak...... That's all for this chapter, but when it comes to Sangsang, why am I so happy, really. (To be continued)