Ning Que got up, patted off the grass clippings and dew on his body, and walked along the lakeside towards the opposite shore.

There was a white autumn reed on the east side of the lake, and there was a wooden bridge hidden in the reeds, and he walked across the bridge, through the side gate and side alley of his house, and came to the morning market, which was full of people.

The emperor is dead, the people are still alive, the war continues, life must go on, the heat of the steamed bun shop spreads like fog on the streets, and the soup from the noodle shop drenches the bluestone pavement.

The people lined up to buy breakfast, talking about the new things in the neighborhood as in previous years, of course, there were many frontier wars in the topic, and some women were worried about their children and nephews who joined the army.

Ning Que walked to the front of the steamed bun shop, listened to the sound of boiling water in the steamer, looked at the hot mist in front of him, listened to the small and plain words, and watched the cute action of the child tearing the steamed bun paper, and suddenly felt something.

It was in front of this steamed bun shop that he met the Taoist stone monk and saw a soil steamed bun in the wilderness, which was a thousand-year-old lonely tomb, and began the most dangerous battle after entering the world.

At that time, the morning breeze gradually worked, and the head of the Taoist stone monk rolled down, like a hot bun that was not held by a child because it was hot, and then the blood wet the bluestone slab, which was thicker than dew and fishier than noodle soup.

Time passed silently, and the bloodstains of that year were no longer visible on the bluestone streets, the traces of the battle of that year could not be seen, and people could not even remember what happened that morning.

The morning market is still the morning market, the steamed bun shop is still the same steamed bun shop, the boss and the white case master are still the same two people, but the children who buy the buns are no longer the children of the year.

Is this the power of time?

Ning Que stood in front of the bun shop, silently recalling the picture of the year, and then remembered what happened after Sang Sang dropped the sunspot on the Buddha's chessboard in the Washan Cave.

In Haotian's world, the highest rules have eternal meanings, such as time and death. What other rules can get to that level?

The morning light became fluffy due to the refraction of the hot mist, as if there were countless fragments of time in it.

The streets are full of people.

Ning Que stood in the middle of the street, closed his eyes and bowed his head. Feel all that surrounds you.

He saw a lot of images.

The blood stains of the old years were washed away by the water, leaving some remnants, and then trampled on by countless people queuing up to buy steamed buns, and were taken away from the original ground, leaving no trace on the bluestone slab.

The child walked on the bluestone slab with a hot meat bun, and the woman took the steaming bun in a bamboo basket while scolding the man who was lying in bed. One side walked on the bluestone.

The woman grew old. The children of that year have grown up, married and had children. The old woman waited at home, and the child's child began to line up with his mother to buy steamed buns. Without waiting to get home, he secretly took one and held it in his hand.

For countless years, countless pairs of feet have walked on these bluestone slabs, and the surface of the bluestone slabs has been polished to a smooth surface.

He saw a wasteland full of weeds. I saw the farmer lighting a fire in the grassland, the old ox walking with heavy steps in the raw field, and watching the black soil being turned over.

The fields began to grow rice and wheat, and in the autumn when the grain was golden and the farmers began to harvest and thresh, the stone mill slowly rotated to produce fine white flour, which was sent to the city to be made into steamed buns or steamed buns.

He also saw a lot of images. So I understood some truth.

When people walk in the world, they will inevitably leave traces, but as people continue to walk, these traces will disappear silently and without anyone noticing.

It's not the power of time, it's the power of man himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the endless stream of people in the morning market. A smile appeared on his face.

This city is very big, this array is very great, so when the teacher who represents the entire human world leaves, there is no one who has the ability to mobilize enough heaven and earth vitality to repair this city, this array.

But the world is still there.

That power. It's still on earth.

Ning Que didn't know what the aura hidden in the world was.

It is not accurate to describe it as powerful.

He could feel the power, and even faintly touched those supreme rules. But I don't know how to describe this feeling, what words to use to describe it...... The taste of life or fireworks?

He didn't know how to mobilize that breath, but at least he had a clue.

Most importantly, for the first time, he really felt the breath.

At that moment, he was in touch with his teacher and many of his predecessors.

So he's in a good mood.

He saw Moshan Mountain on the other side of the street.

Mo Shanshan looked at Chang'an on the city wall, and he didn't sleep all night, so he looked very tired.

Ning Que walked to the steamed bun shop, bought two hot steamed buns, and then walked to the other end of the street.

"Beef and radish filling, two big bags of money. ”

He handed the bun to Mo Shanshan.

Mo Shanshan took the bun with both hands.

Her hands are a little small, the cotton skirt is a little wide, and the cuffs cover the small half of the palms.

The bun was so big that she had to hold it with both hands.

She carefully tore off the paper that was stuck to the wrapper, and then carefully bit into it.

Her expression is focused and cute.

......

......

Come to the South Gate.

Climb the city wall, and look at Chang'an again in the autumn wind.

"Do you have that kind of experience, staring at a word, looking at it for a long time, you will feel that the word is getting stranger and stranger, whether it is the structure or the appearance, you always feel that it no longer feels like a word. ”

"Naturally, there is. ”

"I used to think that it was the reason why it became a habit to interpret the characters in the eight methods of Yongzi. ”

Ning Que looked at the city bathed in the morning light under the city walls, and continued: "But in the past two days, after watching Chang'an for a long time, I realized that this is a natural thing. ”

Mo Shanshan said: "I only watched it for one night, but Chang'an City is no longer a city in my eyes. ”

"Is it a talisman or a array?"

"Neither, I think this city is a person. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at the roads and buildings in the city and said: "This person's name is Chang'an, his snow mountain qi and sea apertures are blocked, and he is waiting for us to heal him and help him get through the orifices." ”

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "This statement is very interesting, very similar to me back then...... But because of this, I know that it is basically impossible to open up an ordinary person's qi. ”

"But you've got the hang of it eventually. ”

Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "So I plan to use your original method to come to Doctor Chang'an." ”

Ning Que remembered those past events, but in fact, until now, he didn't know very well why his own snow-capped mountain qi sea suddenly opened up, and why he was able to cultivate.

Mo Shanshan looked at the sky and said: "Chang'an's snow mountain qi sea is heaven and earth, we don't have the ability to command heaven and earth, so we can only let heaven and earth do it themselves." ”

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(I can't write today, there are several reasons, one is that Lin Hai listened to Tao Da and sent a new book, and I went to guest host it, and my mind was a little unclear.) The second is that the content of this chapter is too brain-consuming, and this chapter talks about the most fundamental things of the night. The most important point is that the following plot is that the second senior brother began to really do things, the front ones were all small ones, and the following ones started to do big things, the question is how to do it well, I don't have confidence yet, I don't dare to go down, I go and grab my hair at this time and think about it.

Today is Saturday, it is to make up for that day, then today we will send everyone 4,000, and within the promised ten days and two watches, it will definitely be made up, and I will explain to you that Lin Hai and the second senior brother are to blame. ）