Ning Que got up, brushed off the grass and dew on his body, and walked to the other side of the lake.
There was a patch of white autumn reeds on the east side of the lake, and a wooden bridge was hidden in the reeds. He walked across the bridge, through the side door and alley of his house, and came to the noisy morning market. In the mortal world.
The emperor was dead, but the people were still alive. The war continued, and so did life. The steam from the bun shop spread like fog on the street, and the soup from the noodle shop drenched the bluestone road.
The people queued up to buy breakfast, and talked about the news in the neighborhood as usual. Of course, the topics included the war at the border, and some women were worried about their nephews in the army.
Ning Que walked to the bun shop, listening to the sound of boiling water in the steamer, looking at the steam in front of him, listening to the simple but simple words, and watching the cute action of the children tearing the paper of the bun, he suddenly felt something.
It was in front of this bun shop that he met Daoshi Monk, and saw a bun in the wilderness. It was a thousand-year-old grave, and it was the most dangerous battle since he entered the human realm.
At that time, the morning wind gradually blew, and Daoshi Monk's head rolled down, like a hot bun that was not held by the children because it was too hot. Then, the bluestone road was soaked with blood, thicker than dew, and more fishy than noodle soup.
Time passed silently, and the bloodstains from that year could no longer be seen on the bluestone street. The traces of the battle from that year could no longer be seen, and people could not even remember what had happened that morning.
The morning market was still the morning market, the bun shop was still the bun shop, and the boss and the cook were still the same, but the children who bought the bun were no longer the children.
Was this the power of time?
Ning Que stood in front of the bun shop, silently recalling the scene of the past, and then remembered what happened after Sangsang placed the black chess piece on the Buddha's chessboard in the cave on Wa Mountain.
In the world of Haotian, the highest rules were eternal, such as time and death. Other than that, what other rules could reach that level?
The morning light became fuzzy because of the refraction of the steam, as if there were countless fragments of time in it.
The street was crowded.
Ning Que stood in the street, closed his eyes, and lowered his head, feeling everything around him.
He saw many scenes.
The old bloodstains were washed away with clean water, leaving behind some remnants. Then, countless people queuing up to buy the buns stepped on them and took them away from the original ground, leaving no trace on the bluestone.
The child held the steaming hot meat buns and walked on the bluestone slabs. The woman used a bamboo basket to catch the steaming buns. She scolded her husband for staying in bed while walking on the bluestone.
The woman gradually grew old, and the child from back then had grown up, married, and had children. The old woman was waiting at home, and the children began to line up with their mothers to buy buns. Before they got home, they secretly took one and held it in their hands.
Over the years, countless pairs of feet had walked on these bluestone slabs, and the bluestone slabs' surface had become extremely smooth.
He saw a wasteland full of weeds, a farmer lighting a fire in the middle of the grassland, an old ox taking heavy steps in the field, and black soil being turned over.
Rice and wheat began to be planted in the fields, and in autumn, the golden grains grew. The farmers began to harvest the grains. The stone mill slowly turned, grinding out fine white flour, which was then sent to the city to be made into steamed buns or buns.
He also saw a lot of images, and thus understood some things.
When people walked in the world, they would inevitably leave behind traces. However, as people continued to walk, these traces would disappear without a trace when no one noticed them.
This was not the power of time, but the power of man himself.
He opened his eyes and looked at the endless flow of people in the morning market, and a smile appeared on his face.
This city was very large, and this tactical array was very great. Therefore, after the teacher who represented the entire human world left, no one could be found who could mobilize enough Qi of Heaven and Earth to repair this city and this tactical array.
But the human world was still there.
That power was still in the human world.
Ning Que did not know what the aura hidden in the human world was.
It was not accurate to describe it as power.
He could feel the power, and even faintly touched the supreme rules. But he did not know how to describe this feeling. What words should he use to describe it … the taste of life or the smell of smoke and fire?
He did not know how to mobilize that aura, but at least he had a clue.
Most importantly, for the first time, he truly felt that aura.
At that moment, he was connected with the teacher and many predecessors.
Therefore, he was in a good mood.
He saw Mo Shanshan at the other end of the street.
Mo Shanshan looked at Chang 'an from the city wall. She did not sleep all night, so she looked very tired.
Ning Que walked to the bun shop, bought two hot buns, and then walked to the other end of the street.
"Beef and radish stuffing, a big bun for two coins."
He handed the bun to Mo Shanshan.
Mo Shanshan took the bun with both hands.
Her hands were a little small, and the cotton dress was a little loose. The cuffs covered half of her palms.
The bun was very big, and she had to hold it with both hands.
She carefully tore off the paper stuck to the bun skin, and then carefully took a bite.
She looked very focused and cute.
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He came to the South Gate.
He climbed the city wall, and looked at Chang 'an in the autumn wind.
"Have you ever had the experience of staring at a word for a long time, and feeling that the word is getting stranger and stranger? Whether it is the structure or the appearance, it always feels like it is not a word."
"Of course."
"I used to think that it was because I got used to understanding the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong."
Ning Que looked at the city under the city wall bathed in the morning light, and then continued, "But these two days, after looking at Chang 'an for a long time, I found that this is a very natural thing."
Mo Shanshan said, "I only looked at it for a night, but Chang 'an is no longer a city in my eyes."
"Is it a talisman or an array?"
"Neither. I think this city is a person."
Mo Shanshan looked at the roads and buildings in the city, and said, "This person is called Chang 'an. His Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi acupoints are blocked, and he is waiting for us to help him open up all his acupoints."
Ning Que was silent for a moment, and then said, "This is very interesting, very similar to me in the past … But because of this, I know that it is basically impossible to open up an ordinary person's Qi acupoint."
"But your acupoints are finally open."
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "So I plan to use your method to cure Chang 'an."
Ning Que remembered those past events, but in fact, until now he was not very clear why his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi suddenly opened up, and why he could cultivate.
Mo Shanshan looked at the sky, and said, "Chang 'an's Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi are the heaven and earth. We cannot command the heaven and earth, so we can only let the heaven and earth do it themselves."
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(There are a few reasons why I can't write today. The first is that Lin Hai Tingtao released a new book, and I went to be the guest host. My mind isn't clear. The second reason was that the contents of this chapter were too taxing on the brain. This chapter talked about the most fundamental things of Nightfall. Most importantly, in the following scenes, Second Senior Brother would start to stir up trouble. The previous scenes were all small ones, and the next one would be a big one. The problem was, how should I do it? I wasn't confident yet, so I didn't dare to continue. At this moment, I grabbed my hair and thought about it.
Today is Saturday, and it's the day to make up for it. Today, I owe everyone four thousand. I will definitely make up for it within ten days and two shifts. I will explain to everyone that it's all Lin Hai and Second Senior Brother's fault.) (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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