Nightfall

"Mute speaks, put some salt on the cake. []"

There was a cry in the mist.

A figure slowly came out of the fog.

It was a man in plain clothes, but wearing a bun.

A thin wooden sword suspended in the air above his head, silently breaking through the fog.

It is Ye Su who walks the world and his sword.

The second brother slowly got up.

He sat back to back with Brother Si all night.

He hadn't slept all night, and the tired color between his eyebrows could not be covered.

Listening to the muffled sound from the fog, everyone in the academy looked alert, even nervous.

"Add more salt to the cake."

Brother II said to Muyou who was at the pancake beside the stove: "It seems he has a heavy mouth."

This is a funny joke.

But he never tells jokes, so he seems particularly funny, and everyone laughs out loud.

Then there is silence.

Brother II started telling jokes, everyone felt a little uneasy ... Ye Su asked: "What is so funny?"

Brother II said: "Only you appear, naturally you are more ridiculous."

Ye Su said: "It seems you are not surprised by my appearance."

Brother II said: "Yesterday, the Lord has come, and the flies are flying, why don't you care about one.

Ye Su said: "In Chang'an City, I want to fight you."

Brother II said: "If it wasn't for your brother's disapproval, when you saw that little Taoist temple in Chang'an City, I would have raised my sword and went out to seek you."

Ye Su said, "The murder is done with a sword."

Brother II raised the iron sword in his hand and said, "I will not say that the sword is already in this nonsense."

Ye Su smiled and asked, "So what are you going to say?"

Brother II said: "What I want to say is that the timing of your appearance is very bad, and it is very bad for you."

"What solution?" Ye Su narrowed his smile and asked calmly.

Brother II said: "I have been killed in the past two days. Hundreds of people have been killed and the sword is flourishing."

"Liu Bai has been waiting for you to kill until it really rises. I don't want to wait any longer."

Ye Su said: "Because then, it may be the worst time."

Then his brow suddenly wrinkled and said, "Junmo, you are a little bad now."

Brother II's answer was calm and serious.

"I haven't slept all night, and my spirit is naturally awkward."

Ye Su said, "Do you want to sleep first?"

Brother II said, "No."

Ye Su raised his brow slightly and asked, "Why?"

Brother II said: "Because you are not Liu Bai ... you are not Liu Bai. You may become Liu Bai. But now you are not Liu Bai.

So even if I haven't slept all night, I have the confidence to beat you. []

This is what the Second Brother wanted to convey ... The ordinary soldiers in the Xiling Temple Allied Forces did not know who that person was.

Some highly experienced priests in the temple had guessed the identity of the man in the mist, and his expression was uncontrollable.

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly.

She once regarded the man as an idol and a goal of spiritual practice.

But now in her eyes. That man is also a fool.

Just like watching the subject and Liu Bai.

Because they have been practicing monks for so long, they are too proud to eat human fireworks. So clear-hearted.

They are all masters.

Even a saint.

But not the one who can win the final victory.

On the battlefield of life and death, you can't tolerate pride and don't need demeanor.

At this moment. She remembered Ning Que again.

I do n’t know if, after many years, if each other is still alive, who will be the victorious person ... Ning Que does n’t know that Ye Hongyu, the contemporary adjudicator, has such a high evaluation or expectation of himself. The mind is on the ground in front of you.

On the wide granite floor, there are countless three-dimensional shapes composed of light fog and lines. Surrounded by the thick wall of the city, there is the Wanyan Pagoda, which is less than knee-high, like a square city.

This is the miniature of Chang'an City, it is a shocking array.

Ning Que sat cross-legged outside the city of Chang'an, watching silently and intently.

He has watched the whole day and night.

He has long seen the problem.

Chang'an City is blocked.

It was not that the wide Suzaku Street was blocked by a carriage, nor that the streets of Dongcheng were blocked by street vendors, nor was the underground water channel blocked by the silt, not the real blockage.

But the atmosphere of heaven and earth in this male city is running, becoming a bit uncomfortable.

Ning Que can see the Chang'an City in front of him with his naked eyes. There are more than ten places where the light and mist are flowing. Obviously, some interference has occurred, and it has condensed into a mess.

Chang'an City is an array.

A large array that can be shocking.

The power of this large array comes from the atmosphere of the world flowing in Chang'an.

Thousands of years ago, Chang'an City was built. With the supreme wisdom, the Confucius borrowed the topography of the palace in the city to attract the world and breathe the atmosphere.

In the years that followed, the breath of heaven and earth that was supposed to flow freely, blowing like a breeze in Chang'an City, was still free, but began to have its own rules.

These rules are the source of the shock.

Time is the most ruthless and powerful weapon. Although the shock array can repair itself, if you want to keep it in the best condition, people in the city still need to maintain it.

The Datang court has a special fund to do this, and the most important work of the Ministry of Industry's Clear Water Department is to be responsible for dredging the natural waterways and lakes in Chang'an City.

The cleanup of Yanming Lake, on the surface, is a civil administration project, but it is actually a routine maintenance of the shocking array.

But of course, the shocking array is unlikely to lose its power due to some architectural changes or terrain changes. In fact, even if the court has never carried out maintenance, this should not happen.

Ning Que got up and walked into Chang'an City formed by Guangwu, crossed Yanming Mountain, and came to the imperial city below knee height. He bowed and grasped the half-shaped eye pestle inserted on the ground and pulled it out.

With this action, the Chang'an City on the granite ground gradually turned into a dense light mist, and then condensed down into a water-like light liquid, slowly oozing along the scratches on the ground.

The eye pestle in his hand also gradually dimmed, the complicated pattern and the pestle body integrated ... 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 has subsided and life has gradually returned to normal.

There are more and more horse-drawn carriages on the streets, and pedestrians are calm, but most of them are in a hurry.

Datang has been fully mobilized at this time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Tang people are doing their own things seriously and conscientiously.

They know very well that this is the best support for the soldiers who are fighting **** the front line.

Ning Que has not slept for a long time, is very tired, and her eyes are a bit astringent.

He closed his eyes and began to feel the city.

He seemed to see the calm and firm heart of the Tang people.

At the same time, he saw the clogging of more than ten breaths of heaven and earth.

When all Tang people regained their confidence and courage.

He saw the crisis in Chang'an City.

He was anxious.

He couldn't sleep at night ... This chapter is two thousand, then tomorrow two chapters are seven thousand. ) (To be continued) RQ