"The mute speaks. Put some salt on the pancake."
The Buddhist chant came from the mist.
A figure slowly walked out of the mist.
It was a man who wore plain clothes but had his hair combed into a Daoist bun.
A thin wooden sword floated above his head and quietly broke through the mist.
It was Ye Su, the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism, and his sword.
Second Brother slowly stood up.
He and Fourth Brother had been sitting back to back for the whole night.
He had not slept all night, so he could not hide the tiredness in his eyes.
Hearing the Buddhist chant from the mist, the people of the Academy were vigilant and even a little nervous.
"Put more salt on the pancake."
Second Brother said to Mu You, who was baking pancakes by the stove, "It seems that he has a heavy taste."
It was a joke that was not funny.
However, he never told jokes, so it was very funny. Everyone burst out laughing.
Then there was silence.
Second Brother began to tell jokes, which made everyone feel a little uneasy.
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Ye Su asked, "What is so funny?"
Second Brother said, "You are the only one who appeared. Of course, you are the funniest."
Ye Su said, "It seems that you are not surprised by my appearance."
Second Brother said, "The Abbey Dean came yesterday. There is no need to care about one more fly."
Ye Su said, "I wanted to fight with you in Chang 'an."
Second Brother said, "If Senior Brother did not allow it, I would have gone to find you with my sword when you saw through the small Taoist temple in Chang 'an."
Ye Su said, "Killing is done with a sword."
Second Brother raised the iron sword in his hand and said, "I will not say such nonsense as the sword is already here."
Ye Su asked with a smile, "Then what are you going to say?"
Second Brother said, "What I want to say is that you appeared at a very bad time. It is very bad for you."
"Why?" Ye Su stopped smiling and asked calmly.
Second Brother said, "I have killed hundreds of people in the past two days. My sword is at its peak."
"Liu Bai has been waiting for you to kill until you are really excited. I don't want to wait any longer."
Ye Su said, "Because at that time, it might be the worst time."
Then he suddenly frowned and said, "Jun Mo, you are in a bad state now."
Second Brother's answer was calm and serious.
"I haven't slept for a whole night. Naturally, I'm not feeling well."
Ye Su said, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"
Second Brother said, "No need."
Ye Su raised his brows and asked, "Why?"
Second Brother said, "Because you are not Liu Bai yet."
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You are not Liu Bai. You may become Liu Bai, but you are not Liu Bai yet.
Even if I don't sleep for the whole night, I have the confidence to defeat you.
This was what Second Senior Brother wanted to convey.
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The ordinary soldiers of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army did not know who that person was.
Some of the more senior Divine Officials in the temple guessed the identity of the person in the fog, and the joy on their faces was difficult to suppress.
But Ye Hongyu frowned slightly.
She had once regarded that person as her idol and the goal of her cultivation.
However, in her eyes, that person was also an idiot.
Just like the Abbey Dean and Liu Bai.
Because they had cultivated for a long time, they were too arrogant and didn't want to eat the food of the mortal world. That was why they had a pure heart and few desires.
They were all experts.
Even the Saints.
But not the person who would obtain the final victory.
On the battlefield of life and death, there was no room for arrogance, nor was there a need for elegance.
At this moment, she thought of Ning Que again.
She did not know who would be the winner if they were both alive many years later.
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Ning Que did not know that Ye Hongyu, the contemporary Great Divine Priest of Judgment, had such a high evaluation or expectation of him. At this moment, all his attention was on the ground in front of him.
On the wide granite ground, there were countless three-dimensional shapes made of light mist and lines. Inside the thick city wall, there was the knee-high Wanyan Tower and the scale-like market.
This was the miniature Chang 'an City, and it was the God-stunning Array.
Ning Que sat cross-legged outside Chang 'an City, silently and attentively observing.
He had been observing for a whole day and night.
He had already seen the problem.
Chang 'an City was blocked.
It was not the wide Vermilion Bird Avenue blocked by horse carriages, nor the streets and alleys in the Eastern City blocked by stalls, nor the underground sewer blocked by silt. It was not a real blockage.
It was the circulation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth in this magnificent city that was not smooth.
Ning Que could see with his naked eyes that the light mist in more than ten places in Chang 'an City in front of him was obviously disturbed and condensed into a mess.
Chang 'an City was a tactical array.
A big tactical array that could shock the gods.
The power of this big tactical array came from the Qi of Heaven and Earth flowing in Chang 'an City.
A thousand years ago, when Chang 'an City was first built, the Headmaster of the Academy used his supreme wisdom to build palaces in the city and drew the Qi of Heaven and Earth into the city to set up this big tactical array that could repair itself and circulate endlessly.
In the years that followed, the Qi of Heaven and Earth that should have flowed freely blew in Chang 'an City like a breeze. It was still free, but it began to have its own rules.
These rules were the origin of the God-stunning Array.
Time was the most ruthless and powerful weapon. Although the God-stunning Array could repair itself, it still needed the people in the city to maintain it in its best state.
The Tang imperial court had a special fund to do this, and the most important task of the Clear Water Bureau of the Ministry of Works was to dredge the natural waterways and lakes in Chang 'an City.
The cleaning of Yanming Lake seemed to be a civil project on the surface, but it was actually a routine maintenance of the God-stunning Array.
But of course, the God-stunning Array would not lose its power just because of some changes in buildings or terrain. In fact, even if the imperial court had never done maintenance, this should not have happened.
Ning Que got up and walked into Chang 'an City that was condensed by the light mist. He crossed Yanming Mountain and came to the knee-high imperial city. He bent down and grabbed the array eye pestle that was stuck in the ground and pulled it out.
With this action, Chang 'an City on the granite ground gradually turned into a thick light mist. Then, it condensed into a water-like light liquid and slowly seeped down along the carvings on the ground.
The array eye pestle in his hand gradually darkened, and the complicated patterns and the pestle body merged into one.
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Ning Que left the palace and came to the city wall.
He looked at Chang 'an City under the city wall and was silent for a long time.
The chaos in Chang 'an City had subsided, and life gradually returned to normal.
There were more and more horse carriages on the streets. The pedestrians looked calm, but most of them were in a hurry.
The Tang Empire had been fully mobilized, and the Tangs were focused on doing their own things.
They knew very well that this was the best way to support the soldiers who were fighting in the front line.
Ning Que had not slept for a long time. He was very tired and his eyes were a little dry.
He closed his eyes and began to feel the city.
He seemed to see the calm and determined hearts of the Tangs.
At the same time, he saw more than ten blockages in the aura of Heaven and Earth.
When all the Tangs regained their confidence and courage.
He saw the crisis of Chang 'an City.
He was anxious.
He could not sleep at night.
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(This chapter is two thousand. So, the two chapters tomorrow will be seven thousand.) (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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