Yu Curtain continued: "This man had another adventure after he arrived in the South China Sea, although no one knew the details—because when the teacher saw Pippi, who was still a child, he sighed that there was a bright future. ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "The Great Divine Officer of Light who disappeared in the South China Sea six hundred years ago?"

Yu Curtain said: "Yes, I always think he has gained a lot from this incident. ”

Ning Que looked at the stones in front of the south gate, was silent for a long time, still felt a little unwilling, and asked, "Senior brother and senior sister join forces, can't they beat him?"

"The teacher once said that life is a practice. ”

Yu Curtain said, "...... Then the practice is sometimes compared to the years, he lives longer than me and my senior brother, and naturally he is better than us, although the senior brother is talented, but his temperament is too gentle, even if he learns to fight, he will not be his opponent in the end. ”

She didn't evaluate herself, which was also a kind of acquiescence, Ning Que also thought of a very troublesome and critical question, the third senior sister still has injuries on her body now, probably very seriously injured.

The head of the Xiling Temple is the strongest person in the five realms, although she is the most mysterious and powerful twenty-three year cicada, but to completely defeat that person, she must pay some price.

In the current situation, the only thing left in the world is the Astonishing Array that can still defeat the Guardian and Observe the Lord.

Ning Que turned around and walked towards the city gate, continuing this problem-solving journey.

With the passage of time, and because there are more blocks outside the south gate, the circulation of heaven and earth vitality in Chang'an City is becoming more and more condensed, especially the dark line between life and death, which is very tightly blocked.

Ning Que walked on Suzaku Avenue. Walk in this clogged heaven and earth atmosphere.

Countless refugees who withdrew into Chang'an City were arranged by the imperial court and Fang City into the people's houses everywhere, there were few pedestrians on the long street, most of the shops and restaurants along the street had been closed, and there was no appearance of the usual popularity, and the cold winter wind was blowing back and forth in the street, which seemed particularly deserted.

The large array of blocks outside the south gate can play a very small role. Although it is possible to block the viewer somewhat, it has been confirmed that it is impossible to break through the blocked shocking array in a short period of time. So where else could he mobilize so much Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to repair this Amazing God Array?

This question had been bothering him for a long time, and he had been sleepless for days and nights. After thinking about it, I occasionally felt it, and even had specific ideas, but I couldn't find a way to implement it.

"How can those ethereal breaths become real power?"

Ning Que asked, looking at the Suzaku portrait in the middle of the street.

Suzaku didn't answer because it didn't know either.

Ning Que turned around and continued to walk, thinking about the steamed bun shop he saw on the shore of Yanming Lake that morning, the hot mist on the bluestone slab, and thinking about the feeling at that time, his mood became more and more depressed.

He vaguely understood what to do. But I don't know how to do it.

Seeing hope ahead, but not knowing how to hold it, seeing the other side, but there is no boat, so the troubles become more and more troubled.

He walked out into a quiet alley. Suddenly, I heard the sound of reading from behind the wall.

I don't know what the teacher of the family is teaching the students about Tang Law.

Listening to the voice, those students should still be very young, and their childish voices recited the complicated Tang Laws and Regulations, uneven, but very attentive. It's fun and exciting.

Seeing that the country is about to be broken and the family is about to die, there is still the sound of reading in the streets and alleys.

I can still hear Tang Lu.

The calmness is touching, even awe-inspiring.

Because in this calm, there is a kind of power.

Ning Que stood outside the wall, quietly listening to the sound of reading inside the wall, and listened to it for a long time.

This is the breath of the world, but how can this power be concretized?

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The view of the south gate in front of the palace is very quiet.

Because of the tampering with the edict and He Mingchi, the attitude of the Tang Dynasty towards the South Gate Temple has changed greatly, and there are many people hidden outside the Taoist Temple, which is very slaughtering.

Ning Que climbed the stairs and walked into the South Gate Temple.

When the Taoists in the Taoist temple saw that it was him, they couldn't help but be stunned, and then stepped forward to salute.

He was the apprentice of Master Yan Se, and the Taoists of the South Gate Temple called him Senior Brother.

Ning Que waved his hand and motioned for everyone to ignore themselves.

He walked into the secluded temple alone, stood under the walls, looked at the canon stories painted in oil paint, and those mythical legends, and was silent for a long time.

Transforming the breath of the world into a real force is what religion is best at doing.

This is called the power of faith.

Although the power of the Daomen's faith, which was used to pray to Haotian and penetrate the gods and men of heaven and earth, was diametrically opposed to what he wanted to do now, he wanted to see if he could get some kind of inspiration.

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Ning Que walked around Chang'an City, just like he did when he first realized the talisman that summer.

So he came to the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda Temple again and climbed the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda.

Standing by the small window at the top of the tower, looking at the quiet Chang'an City, he asked: "Can people's thoughts really become concrete forces? If so, what kind of means do we need to take?"

"Thoughts have no power in themselves, but once they are manifested, they may manifest some kind of power, just as the Emperor Majesty's decree has no effect if it is only an idea in the head, but only when he says it, or writes it down on paper, his thoughts have effect. ”

Master Huang Yang walked up to him, looked at the last group of autumn geese in the air gradually moving south, and said, "If the way you are asking is equivalent to a means, language is a means, and words are also a means. ”

Ning Que said, "What about faith?"

Master Huang Yang said: "Faith itself has no power, it needs a specific direction, and when the faith of countless people is concentrated in that direction, the power will be reflected in that direction." ”

"The Buddha strictly ordered his disciples not to set up idols, and that is because of this. ”

Master Huang Yang looked at him and continued: "Your master Yan Se once said that everyone's thoughts are actually a talisman, but they are too weak and small to be felt, and when everyone writes a talisman at the same time, this talisman may be revealed. and even become great. ”

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Ning Que understood something.

It turned out that it was really possible to find a means to summon the power of the human world that could compete with heaven and earth, and if he could find that power, he would be able to dredge the Shocking Array.

He came to the south bank of Yanming Lake, sat among the frost grass, stretched out his fingers into the air, and copied a few inscriptions. When the mind is calm, he begins to write, and begins to look for the word.

He has already advanced to the realm of knowing his fate, and the words he writes at random at this time are Fu. Writing is writing, and the word he is looking for is actually a symbol.

The sun gradually moves westward. Then it fell under the city walls, and night came.

He sat on the shore of the lake and continued to write and find characters.

A few hundred words.

A few thousand words.

In the end, there was only one word left.

The word is made up of two straight lines.

Exactly the only rune he would have: two characters.

He kept writing two characters until he was exhausted, his eyes brightened and dimmed, then brightened and dimmed again, and finally became numb.

I don't know how long it took, but he stopped writing.

He looked at the courtyard on the other side of Yanming Lake in a daze.

At that moment, a snowflake fell and fell on him.

He remembered the snow of that year.

Remembered the battle on the snow lake.

Sangsang held a big black umbrella. Stand in the wind and snow and sing to the snow lake.

If Sangsang is still there, if the big black umbrella is still there, if the iron arrow is still there, he is really confident. Even if you can't penetrate the blocked Chang'an City, you can kill that man with the help of the Shocking Array.

However, Sangsang is dead.

The courtyard on the other side of the lake has been unlit for many days.

The people sent by the imperial court to the banks of Surabaya reported that the big black horse and carriage disappeared.

He had to find the word that would mobilize the power of the world.

Snowflakes continue to fall.

A few lashes fluttered out.

His face was pale, but his cheeks were flushed, and he looked extremely unhealthy.

His expression was calm, and he was actually extremely anxious and exhausted.

He couldn't find that word. I can't write that character.

Master Yan Se spent his whole life not finding that talisman, let alone him.

Ning Que sighed, a white mist.

He raised his fingers and continued to write, continuing to search.

He writes in the white mist, in the falling snow, on the ground where the snow is gradually accumulating.

Because of exhaustion and nervousness, his hands trembled more and more.

The two strokes of the two characters can sometimes become a little skewed.

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It snowed in Chang'an City.

This is the first snow of the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, the first snow.

The night receded, and the morning light came.

The streets and tiles of the city were covered with snow, and they were clean and clean.

Last night the wind came from the north, and the south of the city was quiet.

Because there was no cold wind, the southern wall was covered with a light layer of snow.

It looks like a white curtain.

Suddenly.

In the light snow of the city wall, a footprint appeared.

It is about dozens of feet above the ground, and goshawks can build nests, but people can't reach them.

But there is one more footprint.

Moments later.

Hundreds of feet away, in the thin snow of the city wall, there was another footprint.

Immediately after, a pair of footprints appeared behind it.

These two footprints belong to two people.

The eagle who survived the winter was awakened by the sound of footsteps on the city wall.

It looked warily into the distant sky.

The footprints of those two men were clearly on the city wall.

But it looked into the air.

On the endless Chang'an city wall.

The footprints of those two men appeared back and forth from time to time.

I can't see people.

Only footprints can be seen.

It is like the traces left by the immortals in the world.

The footprints gradually reached the south gate.

In the light snowflakes, a touch of green clothes appeared.

Outside the south gate, the Lord of Wisdom and Observation appeared in shape.

A Dao sword, behind him.

Seven days without sleep, crisscrossing countless miles between mountains and rivers, he was still refreshed.

Suddenly, a wooden stick appeared in the snow.

The sticks are short.

It's hard.

The stick smashed into the back of the viewer's head.

Watch the Lord swing his sword.

The sword meets the stick.

There was a loud bang.

The sound is melodious and loud.

Huang Zhong Da Lu.

Chang'an City woke up.

The bells in the city rang loudly.

I don't know if it was shaken by the bell.

Still shaken by the impact of the sword and the stick.

Still shaken by that person.

The thin snow covered with the southern city wall, which is more than ten miles long, is falling in a row.

Revealing the black color of the city walls.

There was a lot of snow under the walls.

Like a falling curtain, piled up in one place.

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(The last picture, I like it very much, if you make a movie, it will be beautiful, click the name of the volume, this volume is almost over, I hope to be able to return to normal as much as possible, now I can scold it, six hours to write a chapter, I also want to scold.) (To be continued)