While he was crossing the mountains, she was waiting quietly in Chang 'an.
It was the same winter, but the coldness was different. Fortunately, the night was still fair. It covered the Tianqi Mountains and Chang 'an. In the Lin 47th Street in the middle of winter, the Old Brush Pen Shop welcomed another ordinary night.
In the small courtyard, Sangsang sat on a small bench and looked at the white light on her fingertips. Her dark face was illuminated by the light and her willow eyes became brighter, as if she was missing something.
The old man smiled at her with his hands in his sleeves. His cotton-padded jacket was much cleaner than before, and his gray hair was combed smoothly. He still looked ordinary, which made it hard to believe that he was the Great Divine Priest of Light from the West-Hill Divine Palace.
A few days ago, there had been a few snowfalls in Chang 'an. Tonight, the snow had stopped and the clouds had dispersed. The sky was clear and the dark night sky was dotted with thousands of stars, calmly watching the buildings on the ground and the people inside.
The Divine Light gradually extinguished at her fingertips. Sangsang looked up at the stars in the sky and asked seriously, "Teacher, the Divine Skill can sense and control Haotian Divine Light. Haotian Divine Light is the sunlight, so why can starlight also work?"
The old man took out his hands from the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket and was ready to explain the true meaning of Haotian.
Sangsang did not notice his action. She squinted at the night stars and frowned. She continued, "Are these stars in the sky countless suns? But they are too far away from us, so they look smaller and darker. That's why the aura we feel when we practice the Divine Skill is much lighter than during the day? "
The old man sighed with emotion. He thought that he had realized this after practicing the Divine Skill for three years, but his new disciple found it so early. He could not help but feel happy, proud, disappointed, and slightly sour. He said, "Logically speaking, it should be so. But I once saw the stars more than ten years ago and felt that they were different from what I imagined."
Sangsang stopped looking at the starry sky and looked at the old man's kind face. She asked seriously, "Teacher, cultivation is to control weapons to hit people by controlling the Qi of Heaven and Earth. How should we practice the Divine Skill?"
The old man shook his head with a smile. He wondered why his disciple was so obsessed with using Divine Skill to beat people. He said softly, "The Haotian Divine Light is the most tranquil and the origin of all the Primordial Qi in the world. But it is also the most violent because it can purify everything in the world into nothingness."
A withered leaf floated to Sangsang's knee. She glanced at the snow marks left on the leaf and gently brushed it away. She looked at the old man and continued to ask seriously, "What does Haotian Divine Light rely on to purify everything in the world? Like burning firewood? "
He didn't expect the little girl to use firewood cooking as a metaphor for the purification of the Divine Light. The old man couldn't help but laugh.
Then, he explained seriously, "You can imagine the Divine Splendor as countless tiny particles. It is impossible to see the specific appearance of these tiny particles with the naked eye. These particles can emit light and possess almost infinite speed. However, once they travel at almost infinite speed, they will lose all their power."
"The spread of the power of the Divine Light is more like the ripples of a lake. The power contained in the waves is where its power lies. But your metaphor is right. Only when the particles in the Divine Light begin to vibrate violently and produce a high temperature that cannot be seen in the world will it show its unique power of purifying everything in the world."
The old man looked at Sangsang's little face, paused for a moment, and said seriously, "The Divine Skill is a very powerful ability. However, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Anyone who wants to have this ability must have the corresponding moral character. He must have a pure and transparent heart without a trace of darkness. Only in this way, will he not be devoured by the Divine Skill. "
In his eyes, Sangsang was clean and transparent from her hair to her toes. It was because of this that he had been wandering around the 47th Street for so many days as if he had found a treasure. He thought that she was the Lucky Chance that Haotian had given him.
At this time, the old man talked about the Divine Skill in such a serious manner 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 heart would be clouded by dust. She would no longer be transparent.
There was a well in the courtyard, and the bucket beside the well was filled with freshly picked up water. The starlight seeped in but could not stay.
Sangsang shook her head and said, "Transparency has no color. But whether it is darkness or light, they are all colors."
The old man was silent. He slowly thought about the female disciple's words and felt that they were very reasonable. Vaguely, he found that this statement was correct. He sighed with emotion and thought that perhaps only a truly transparent person could understand this point.
Sangsang continued seriously, "Young Master used to teach me that power is power. It has no attribute like good or evil. Don't believe in any words about innate good or evil."
The old man looked into her eyes and found that there was no doubt in her eyes, only certainty and natural belief. His expression changed slightly, and he thought that the young master seemed to be an interesting person.
These days in the Old Brush Pen Shop, he heard countless nonsense or epigrams left by the young master through Sangsang. He was a little curious about how the young master could develop such a realistic and certain idea, and he was also a little emotional about the young master's luck that Sangsang could trust and rely on him so unreasonably.
"Since you are more interested in the power of the Divine Skill, let's have a try."
The old man smiled and stretched out his index finger. A ball of sacred white flame appeared on his fingertip. There was no temperature in the holy white flame, but the next moment the courtyard was shrouded in a dry and burning atmosphere, and the temperature in the flame began to spread.
"The first thing we need to do is to perceive and condense the Haotian Divine Light between heaven and earth, and then with reverence ask the Divine Light to spread its heat and power outside the light."
The ball of white flame floated down from the old man's fingertip and fell on the winter leaf that Sangsang had brushed off her knee. With a soft sound, the residual snow on the winter leaf and the leaf itself disappeared instantly, not even a trace of smoke was left.
Looking at this scene, Sangsang lowered her head and thought quietly for a moment. Then, she raised her head and imitated the old man. She stretched out her index finger, and a round and lovely flame appeared on her fingertip. The flame contained a terrifying heat.
The old man looked at the flame on her fingertip. Although he had felt too much shock from this little female disciple these days, his old eyes still couldn't suppress the expression of amazement and joy.
She could condense Haotian Divine Light with one look and use Haotian Divine Light with another look?
The old man was praised as the most outstanding Great Divine Priest of Light after the legendary figure a thousand years ago. He was the person closest to Haotian in the world. However, he was very clear that he could not do this, and neither could the person a thousand years ago.
Sangsang looked at the flame on her fingertip and hesitated. It seemed that she did not know how to deal with it. She looked at the kitchen, at the firewood under the stove and the pot of water on the stove. She thought that she had prepared to boil water. Suddenly, her willowy eyes brightened. She gently flicked the flame on her fingertip into the eye of the stove.
The round flame floated into the stove and gently landed on the dry wood. With a light sizzling sound, the dry wood was instantly ignited and began to burn fiercely. In just a moment, the water in the pot began to emit wisps of steam.
The flame that floated into the eye of the stove did not burn the firewood into smoke, which showed that the Divine Light condensed by Sangsang was far from that of a real powerhouse of Divine Path in terms of purity and power. However, there was no frustration on her face. Instead, she showed a happy smile, thinking that she did not waste the firewood or the flame on her fingertip. It was really good.
Then she said, "Teacher, the water is hot. You can wash the dishes."
The old man stood up and clumsily rolled up his thick cotton sleeves. He walked towards the direction of the kitchen, thinking that it was fortunate that they had fish ball noodle soup instead of chicken noodle soup. The bowl should not be stained with too much oil and should be easier to wash.
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(My name is Bao, but my surname is weak, so I am weak … That's all for this chapter. But why am I so happy when I write about Sangsang? Really.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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