Once upon a time, there were many unknowable places, and in those unknowable places, there were many unknowable people.

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In the distance of the twilight wasteland, a fireball hung in the distance, and the red light it emitted spread slowly but surely like a huge flame. The nascent moss of the fields after the snow had melted, smeared everywhere like burn scars, and there was silence all around, except for the occasional hawk chirping from above and the distant sound of yellow sheep jumping.

Three people appeared in the open field, and they gathered under a small tree that was rare in the wasteland, and they did not open their mouths to say hello, and bowed their heads at the same time with a tacit understanding, as if there was something very interesting under the tree that was worth studying and thinking about.

Two nests of ants were fighting around the light brown roots that exposed the cold soil, perhaps because it was difficult to find a second one in this wasteland with such a perfect home as the roots, so the war was extremely fierce, and after a few moments there were thousands of ant corpses left, which seemed to be bloody and tragic, but in fact it was just a small black spot.

The weather was still very cold, but the three people under the tree were not wearing many clothes, and they didn't seem to be very afraid of the cold, so they watched intently, I don't know how long it took, and one of them whispered: "The worldly ant country, what is the avenue?"

The man who spoke was young-eyed, small, and a young man, dressed in a moon-white collarless light shirt, carrying a thin unsheathed wooden sword behind his back, and his black hair was delicately combed into a bun, and a wooden fork crossed it—a wooden fork that seemed to be ready to fall at any moment, but it was as unshakable as a green pine growing on a mountain.

"When I first gave a lecture, I saw countless flying ants rising in the light. ”

It was a young monk who said this, dressed in a tattered kapok robe, and the new stubble on his head was blue and black and sharp, as sure as resolute as the smell of his countenance and words.

"Flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never touch the sky. ”

If you keep thinking like this, you will never be able to understand what the path mind is. ”

The young monk closed his eyes slightly, looked at the ant colony that was throwing stumps at his feet, and said, "I heard that your family Guan Guan recently accepted a new child surnamed Chen, you should understand that you will never be the only genius in a place like Zhishouguan. ”

The young man of the wooden sword raised his eyebrows and replied sarcastically: "I have never understood how a guy like you, who can't be unruly, has the qualifications to walk the world on behalf of the Hanging Temple. ”

The young monk did not respond to his provocation, looked at the anxious ants scurrying under his feet and said: "Ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing, good at making foundations for their companions, not afraid of sacrifice, one by one ant pile, as long as there are enough of them, then they will definitely be able to pile up enough to touch the sky." ”

There was a sharp eagle cry in the twilight of the sky, looking very panicked and frightened, I don't know if it was the fear of the three strange people under the tree, or the huge pile of ants that did not exist in the sky and shot straight into the sky, or something else.

"I was scared. ”

The young man with the wooden sword on his back suddenly spoke, his thin shoulders shrinking in.

The young monk nodded in agreement, though the expression on his face remained calm and resolute.

The young man beside them was sturdy, wrapped in clothes like animal skins, his legs were as hard as stones, and the muscles with infinite explosive power could be clearly seen under the rough skin. The boy remained silent and didn't say a word, but the small dots on his skin finally revealed his true feelings at this time.

The three young men under the tree come from three of the most mysterious places in the world, and they are as dazzling as three stars across the world at the behest of their masters, but when they come to this wasteland today, even they feel an irresistible fear.

The eagle is not afraid of ants, in its eyes the ants are just black spots. Ants are not afraid of eagles because they are not even qualified to be eagle's beak food, and there is not even a powerful creature like an eagle in their world, which cannot be seen or touched.

However, for thousands of years, it is believed that there will always be a few mavericks in the ant colony, for some mysterious reason, who have decided to temporarily turn their gaze away from the rotten leaves and rotten shells to look at the blue sky, and then their world will be different.

Because of seeing, so fear.

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The three young men under the tree raised their heads and looked at a shallow ditch dozens of meters away. The shallow ditch is naturally not deep, and there is nothing in it except black, which is particularly clear on the mottled surface of the wasteland.

This ditch suddenly appeared two hours ago, and suddenly it reached the sky, as if it had been cleaved by an invisible giant ghost with an axe, as if it had been drawn by a divine craftsman!

The young man with the wooden sword on his back stared at the black line and said, "I used to think that the Immovable Hades were a legend. ”

"Legend has it that Hades had 70,000 children, and perhaps this one was only an occasional wanderer. ”

"I don't believe it. The young man with the wooden sword on his back said expressionlessly: "It's just a legend, and the legend also says that there are saints every thousand years, but in these thousands of years, who has really seen a saint?"

"If you really don't believe it, why don't you dare to cross that black line?"

No one dared to step across that black line, that shallow ditch, not even the proud and powerful ones.

The young man with the wooden sword on his back looked up at the sky and asked, "If that kid really has zài, then ...... Where is he?"

By this time, most of the sunset had already sunk into the ground, and the night was pouring in from all directions, and the temperature in the wasteland dropped sharply, and a palpitating atmosphere began to envelop the whole world.

"When night falls, everywhere, where can you look for it?"

The young man in animal skins broke the silence, his voice low and rough for his age, humming and vibrating like a river tumbling and grinding against a rusty sword.

With that, he left.

The way the fur boy left was very special - flames suddenly burst out from his two hard and thick bare legs, turning a red color, and the howling wind made the gravel on the ground roll rapidly, as if an invisible force grabbed his neck and lifted it fiercely, his body jumped into the air more than ten meters high, and then roared through the air and fell, slammed on the ground, and then jumped up again, like a stone jumping into the distance irregularly, looking extremely clumsy but extremely fast and high-speed.

"I only know that his surname is Tang, and I don't know what his full name is. ”

The young man with the wooden sword on his back said thoughtfully: "If we meet him at a different time and in a different place, only one person between me and him will survive, and the apprentice is so powerful, I don't know how strong his master is...... I heard that his master has been cultivating cicadas for twenty-three years over the years, and I don't know if he will carry a heavy shell on his body after breaking the level in the future. ”

There was silence around him, no one answered, and he looked back with some confusion.

The young monk's eyes were closed and his eyelids fluttered rapidly, as if he was pondering some troublesome question, and in fact he had been in such a strange state ever since the young man had spoken about the night.

Sensing the gaze of his gaze, the young monk slowly opened his eyes and grinned, the original resolute calm in his smile had turned into compassion from nowhere, and the flesh and blood in his open lips were blurred, and it was a chewed tongue.

The wooden sword boy frowned.

The young monk slowly plucked the rosary from his wrist, hung it solemnly around his neck, and then walked away, his steps heavy and steady, seemingly extremely slow, but in an instant his figure was already blurred and about to disappear into the distance.

There was no one else under the tree, and all the emotion on the face of the wooden sword boy faded, leaving only absolute calm, or absolute indifference, he looked at the shadow in the northern dust that kept jumping up and falling like a stone, and whispered: "Demon." ”

He looked at the back of the young monk in the west who was walking silently with his head bowed, and said, "Outer Dao." ”

"Insignificant. ”

The demons are insignificant. After saying this, the thin wooden sword behind the young man vibrated for no reason, let out a buzzing sound, and snorted into a volley, turning into a streamer, cutting the small tree on the wasteland into fifty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three pieces, regardless of the branches and trunks of the tree into powder, one after another on top of those ants who forgot to die.

The dumb man spoke, and put some salt on the bread. ”

The boy sang and walked to the east, the thin wooden sword suspended in the air a few meters behind him, and followed silently.

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In the first year of the Tang Dynasty Apocalypse, a vision descended from the sky in the wasteland, and all the sects of the world walked and gathered here, which was unreasonable.

Since the day of the Hanging Temple, the heirs of the Seven Thoughts Meditation Closed Mouth, no longer spoke, the descendants of the Demon Sect surnamed Tang disappeared into the desert, disappeared, and Ye Sukan, the heir of Zhishouguan, broke through the dead pass, traveled around the world, and the three of them had their own gains.

However, the three of them did not know that at the end of the black ravine, where they did not dare to take a step, by a small pond near the direction of the capital, there had been a scholar, a scholar wearing straw sandals and a torn jacket.

The scholar did not seem to feel the power and majesty of the black ravine, holding a book in his left hand and a wooden scoop in his right hand, reading when he had nothing to do, resting less when he was tired, and drinking a scoop of water when he was thirsty, covered with dust, and having a happy face.

It wasn't until the three of them left, until the shallow black gully on the wasteland was gradually flattened by the wind and sand, that the scholar stood up, dusted off his body, tied the wooden scoop to his waist, carefully hid the scroll in his jacket, and finally glanced in the direction of the capital before leaving.

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There is a long alley in Chang'an, the capital, the east is the mansion of the general doctor, and the west is the mansion of General Xuanwei.

There is joy in the general doctor's mansion, and the midwife is busy going in and out, but from the old man to the maid, the joyful look on the faces of everyone in the house always feels like it is mixed with some other feelings, and no one dares to laugh out loud.

Lin Guangyuan, the Xuanwei general who was known for his bravery, was accused of communicating with the enemy because he offended Xia Hou, the first brave general of the empire, and after several months of personal interrogation by His Royal Highness the Prince, there is finally a result.

The result is very clear, the punishment is very simple, just four words - all the door is beheaded.

The door of the General Doctor's Mansion was closed, and the housekeeper looked nervously at the General's Mansion, which also had the door closed, listening to the sound of heavy objects cutting into pieces of meat from time to time on the opposite side, and listening to the sound of those bony watermelons rolling, his body couldn't help but tremble.

The two families have lived in an alley for many years, and the general's mansion is familiar with him from the housekeeper to the doorman, listening to those terrifying sounds, he seems to see countless sharp knives cutting the necks of those familiar people, and seeing those heads with familiar faces rolling on the bluestone slabs, and then hitting the doorway, gradually superimposed and squeezed into a small mountain......

Blood flowed out from under the door of the general's mansion, some black and some sticky, like glutinous rice slurry mixed with cinnabar, and there were some meat tendons like purple potato wadding in it, and the pale-faced housekeeper stared at that place, unable to control his feelings anymore, and began to vomit desperately.

Immediately after that, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and the sound of shouting, and then the door was knocked desperately, as if someone from the General's Mansion had escaped, and a general of the Prince's Mansion rode on a horse and shouted: "No one is missing!"

Somewhere on the wall in the garden of the back house of the General Doctor's Mansion, there were several scratches and blood stains.

"Young master, you are obedient, you can't go out, let Xiao Chu go, let him go......"

In the firewood room not far from here, a bloodied general's office steward looked at the two four or five-year-old boys in front of him, his dry lips moved slightly, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his face full of wrinkles and black mud was full of despair and struggle, struggling until old tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and it was very muddy.

It didn't take long for Yu Linjun, who broke into the General Doctor's Mansion, to find this firewood room. Seeing the dead bodies of the old and young in the firewood room, after conducting an examination, the lieutenant still had a lingering palpitation and reported loudly: "There are many of them, and they are all dead." ”

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The simplest way to interpret the four words of the world's masters is that the masters are generally outside the world, and those outside the world are easy to be masters, and there are actually some truths hidden in the nonsense, what they fear is what mortals can't touch, and what they like is what mortals can't understand.

So the world never knows what is happening outside the world, and people outside the world will not pay attention to the scenes of life and death parting or the joy of new life that are being staged in the world, and they will not care that the butcher's scale is missing two catties, the cellar of the drunkard's house is eaten out of a mud hole by rats, a general Xuanwei died in the imperial court, and a civil official gave birth to a daughter.

The joys and sorrows of the two worlds are never connected.

If you can communicate, you are a sage.

There is a high mountain on the outskirts of Chang'an, the capital, half of the peaks are hidden in the clouds, and between the cliffs and cliffs facing the west of the back mountain, there is a figure slowly ascending in the middle, this man's back is extremely tall, wearing a black smock outside the single coat, and carrying a food box in his hand.

Shaking in the wind to a cave, the tall man sat down, opened the food box, took out the chopsticks, put a piece of ginger into his lips and chewed it carefully, and ate two pieces of mutton, sighing and praising with satisfaction.

Chang'an, the capital city at sunset, will gradually be shrouded in darkness, and there are faint clouds of rain drifting in the distance.

The tall man looked at a certain place in the capital and said with emotion: "I seem to see you back then." ”

Then he looked up at the sky, pointed to the sky with a spoon in his right hand, and said, "As for you, what's the use of flying high?"

It is clear that these two sentences are addressed to two different people. After a little silence, the tall man took the rice wine in his hand and drank it all, held the empty wine bowl and looked at the surrounding capitals of heaven and earth and saluted: "The wind and rain are falling, and the night is coming." ”

When the wind rises, there is a wind from outside the mountain, blowing the placket of the clothes, the old trees between the rocks shake sharply, the mountains and rocks fall straight down, when the word rain falls out of his mouth, the rain clouds floating in the distance over the capital suddenly darkened, countless rain silk turned into a pillar, pouring down from the last twilight, when he finished saying this, the night just occupied half of the sky, and the darkness was like the pupils of the king of the underworld.

The tall man put down the bowl and muttered in annoyance, "It's fucking black." ”