After a while, Sang Sang looked at the old man and said seriously: If you only like local women and don't like Yan women, I also know some Qinglou girls, but if you want them to give birth to children for you, the cost is estimated to be a large amount. ”

The old man was in a trance for a while, and he was silent for a long time before he came to his senses with difficulty, and said with a stern expression: "I don't want to find a wife to have children, I want to find an apprentice to inherit my mantle."

Now it was Sangsang's turn to be in a trance, she thought to herself, what can this kind of thing have to do with me? My bones are not strange, and my background is not bizarre, and although the padded jacket on your body is indeed quite dirty, it seems that you have not begged these days...... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a master in the world in the stories I heard Ning Que tell when I was a child.

"Do you want to take me as an apprentice, or do you want to ask me to help you find an apprentice?" she asked seriously.

The old man replied earnestly, "I want to take you as an apprentice." ”

Sangsang decided not to pay attention to him, crouched down and began to wipe the table legs.

The old man looked at the light and could not find a stained table leg, and was silent.

The old man did not leave Lao Bizhai, but followed Sangsang silently and looked at Sangsang. He watched Sangsang wipe the tables and chairs, clean up the floating dust that did not have zài, repair the shop door that had been repaired a long time ago, watch Sangsang close the shop door, watch Sangsang draw well water, watch Sangsang wash rice, choose vegetables, cook rice and cut garlic, and watch Sangsang sit at the table and start eating alone.

Sangsang had no intention of inviting him to dinner, and strangely, he did not mean to invite him to leave.

Through the window, the old man looked at her who was eating in silence, and said sympathetically: "Are you bored?"

Sang Sang's hand holding the rice bowl stiffened slightly, she looked at the three green vegetables on the white rice, nodded, and then continued to chew the vegetable root in her mouth vigorously, and the slightly black cheeks puffed up slightly

After dinner, Sangsang washed the dishes, washed his face, washed his feet, and prepared for bed.

Before going to bed, she took out a futon, handed it to the old man who had been guarding the courtyard of the patio, and said, "If there is no place to sleep, you can put together the table in front of you, and it will be the night." ”

The old man weighed the weight of the futon, his mind became more and more determined, and he looked at the little girl and asked seriously, "Do you believe in chance?"

Sangsang shook her head, and then she thought of the meeting many years ago, and the life of being dependent on someone all these years, Liu Ye's eyes brightened slightly, and she nodded again.

"I believe in chance. The old man said: "I believe that everyone is destined to meet some people and do some things, and these things arranged by Haotian are chance." ”

The old man's cloudy eyes grew brighter and brighter, he looked at the night scene of Chang'an outside the small courtyard, and said after a moment of silence: "Many years ago, I saw the shadow of the night falling in this city. ”

"Since we met, we can no longer separate, but what I see is not real, what I meet is not specific, I only know that he is in zài, but I don't know where he is in zài. ”

"Then I saw a person in Chang'an City who was born to know, and I felt that this was not the right thing, because there should be no one in the world who was born to know, so my opportunity with him began. ”

"I had the chance to see him and kill him. ”

"Nine months after seeing him, I started trying to kill him, but I knew I wasn't killing him because he was alive and I was the only person in the world who could clearly feel that he was alive. ”

"It's just that since then, the odds have faded, and I haven't been able to see where he is, except for once in a while. Until recently, I saw him again, so I came to him and renewed my chance. ”

The old man thought about the past in fragments like a pious fool sitting on a high threshold, and Sang Sang listened in silence for a long time, and the willow eyes occasionally brightened and then disappeared, and then she asked, "Find him...... What will you do?"

The old man said, "Kill him." ”

Sangsang asked, "If you are a great person, why didn't you kill him back then?"

"Because we don't have absolute opportunities between us...... Not everyone can enter this city lightly to kill people, especially me, so it was only the people in this city to do it, and the more important reason is that the whole world will be suspicious of what I see with my eyes, and they don't believe me at all. ”

The old man continued: "I don't know what will happen after I find him, Haotian's arrangement can never be beyond the reach of mortals like us, but I always firmly believe that he is a person who has a great opportunity with me, and I thought that when I came to Chang'an, I wanted to understand this opportunity until ...... Met you. ”

The old man looked at Sangsang's slightly dark cheeks and bright willow eyes, and was silent for a long time, silently thinking that the real reason why so many loyal subordinates sacrificed, made the entire Peach Mountain and Tang Kingdom feel uneasy, and attracted him to Chang'an City in the dark, was it the shadow of the dark night, or the you in front of him?

Sang Sang's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he asked in a calm voice, "What can I learn from you?"

The old man looked at her slightly blinking eyelashes, her usual unremarkable face, and said, "Divine art." ”

Sang Sang asked, "Is the magic very powerful?"

The old man nodded and said, "It's amazing." ”

Sang Sang lowered his head to make his eyelashes longer, and said in a low voice: My young master is very powerful...... After I learn the arts, can I help him beat people?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Surely." ”

Sang Sang raised his head, looked up at the old man with a slightly dark face, and asked bravely, "Can you ...... Will I win you?"

The old man looked at the little girl's little face, looked at the two eyes that were as black as the mountains and rocks, and looked like he wanted to see the deepest part of the clear spring water, but he still didn't see a trace of impurities, but he was transparent and absolutely transparent, and couldn't help but let out a sigh in the depths of his heart, and said in a prophetic solemn tone: "I must be able to." ”

Sang Sang asked, "What kind of magic is it?"

The old man responded: "Cultivation is to perceive and then control the breath between heaven and earth, and magic is to perceive and understand the divine light that controls Haotian, the so-called divine light, you have seen it when you were born, you have seen it when you wake up in the morning, you have seen it when you close the door at dusk, you have seen it in summer, you have also seen it when the snow drifts in winter, and you have never seen it all the time." ”

Sang Sang frowned slightly and asked, "What is that?"

The night in Chang'an City was quiet, the sky was full of stars, but after all, it was not as clear as the day, the old man stood between the cramped courtyards, slowly spread his arms, as if to bear all the light in the world.

"Haotian Shenhui is the sunshine. ”

As soon as the words fell, the tip of the old man's right hand, which was the tip of his middle finger, suddenly became bright, and the luminous light from nowhere gathered here, slowly releasing the bloom from the inside out, like a bright flower, covering all the lines on the fingertips, holy and milky, making people respectful.

The old man looked at the little girl in front of him, and Gu Jing said: "To perceive Haotian Shenhui, even ten years is not too much, so what is needed at the beginning is great forbearance and patience. ”

Hearing this, Sang Sang was thoughtful. She raised her right hand and raised her index finger, and put her slender finger into the dark winter night, the faint finger swayed gently in the wind, and then gave birth to a faint and faint light, like a broken candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, but it was lit after all, and it was never extinguished.

The old man looked at the light on the tip of her slender index finger stupidly, as if he was drunk, and did not want to wake up.

In the winter of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse, the Great Priest of Light who escaped from the Xiling Temple came to Chang'an City because of the induction in the dark, and he did not find the shadow of the dark night, but he found his own heir, which is probably some kind of apocalypse.

The northwest border of the Tang Empire, somewhere in the grassland not far from Weicheng.

Under a dying winter tree, a scholar in a padded jacket was cooking.

He calmly and intently looked at the book he held in his left hand, and suddenly remembered something, took the ladle of water from his waist, filled it with a scoop of water, poured it into the soup pot that had turned milky white, and pressed the boiling sensation in the pot slightly. Taking advantage of the time he had gained, he began to cut the meat slowly and methodically, and the lamb froze to perfection flew under the sharp knife like a snowflake, but his movements were too slow, and the meat was not finished, and the soup pot boiled again.

Another scoop of water poured into the soup pot, and the scholar continued to cut the meat. The tall master stood by the soup pot with his eyes on the dishes and chopsticks that had already been seasoned, and let out an annoyed and anxious sigh from time to time.

"If you want to talk about such a thing as fate...... No one knows what they will see, what they will encounter, and no one knows what it means to them. Well, law and reality are often two opposite worlds, for example, the general and the aunt we saw in Weicheng a few days ago, maybe they will live forever, maybe they will return to the Central Plains next year, but no matter how it develops, they may not be as happy as they seem. ”

The master tapped the empty bowl with his chopsticks, shook his head and sighed and said: "Not happy, it doesn't mean that it will be bleak, I don't think it's a kind of sadness, but I feel full of a kind of dramatic joy, for example, the soup is here, and the mutton is also here, but half an hour has passed, and I haven't been able to eat it, which doesn't mean that I will always be so lost and sad, maybe the first bite of mutton will be the best thing I've ever eaten in my life." ”

Anyone who is a student must learn to hear the truest intentions from the teacher's high-sounding words, and the scholar is the senior brother of the college...... Of course, he was the one who could best understand what the master liked and disliked, so he put the book back in his waist and began to speed up the speed of cutting meat, so that the teacher would not really start to get mad later.

But just as Chen Pipi once told Ning Que, the senior brother is very serious, very serious, so he does things very slowly, very slowly, so although the master waited by the soup pot like a beggar with dishes and chopsticks, giving him unprecedented pressure, the speed of cutting meat still did not improve much.

In order to distract the teacher and relieve the mental pressure of the moment a little, the senior brother asked while cutting the meat, "Teacher, can't you see the future either?"

Hearing this, the Master was furious, pointed to the gray winter sky above his head and shouted, "I can't even understand this sky, where can I see the future!"