Nightfall

Why can human beings become the spirit of all things? Regardless of the World that Ning Que came from, or the World, there are many explanations for this. Some people say that they have learned to use fire. Some people say that they have learned to use tools. People are different from animals and animals, only to the ears of the righteous. This is the view of the small Martial Uncle and Jun Mo, and there are more people. I believe that the most important difference lies in the text, because only words can be passed on – the text itself is powerful. This is what the readers finally understand, and what Ning Que wants to tell the Monastery Lord.

Ning Que holds the pen that doesn’t exist. He fills the ink in the ink-scented book outside Chang An City. He wraps his elbows and writes two strokes in the air. It looks a bit sloppy.

Monastery Lord is silent. He knows that the word Ning Que is going to write must be a big character that has never appeared in human history. He has already prepared his thoughts, but he did not expect that he wrote such a random and simple.

Shua shua two times.

One by one.

Is that the word of the year?

The Monastery Lord looked at the pale sky that was no longer blue and illuminated by the light, but found nothing there.

The word written by Ning Que did not fall into the sky, but fell on the ground.

What is the purpose of opening the sky? It is the land.

He wants to open up the land.

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Outside the Tiankeng of the Western Wilderness, millions of serfs are building new homes under the leadership of Tang. Although there are no hot springs that are not frozen all the year round, the climate is much colder than the bottom of the pit, but no one has complaints.

Because they can see farther places, and they are no longer always the cold and steep cliffs. They can go further afield and they can see the sun as high as themselves.

Today’s sun is a bit weird, especially bright, the light is very glaring, but the snow is also a lot faster, or it will become fertile soil next year, the harvest should be very good, just used to the green barley, to grow that kind of wheat I don’t know if I can grow it. People think like this.

But after all, it is a happy thing – the sun seen on the ground is really different from the ground. So close, so hot – people sing and dance happily.

From here to the east two thousand li or so, it is to the Great Tang Northern City of Wei City. The wilderness outside the city was soaked in blood for a long time in that battle. The High Pagoda, made up of the Jin Zhang Royal Court cavalry. It has long been spoiled, and today it is illuminated by the light and has not been purified. Instead, steamed more blood and rancid smell, especially pungent, and the Runes engraving of the footprints left on the blood is becoming more and more clear.

There is a line between Tiankeng and Wei City, which is the beginning of a stroke.

The stroke continued to extend southeast and reached West Ling.

Chen Pipi quietly looked at Chang An City, lightly smiled, shrouded in the light, and solved the shrine of the head, and sat down with the Protestant thirteen disciples and the tens of thousands of Protestant believers.

They began to read the scriptures.

That is the last volume of the Protestant scriptures, written by Ning Que. The words are easy to understand, and the willingness and desire to tell them are so direct. People have to go out of the dark valley and go to the wider world.

This stroke finally landed at Lan Ke Temple.

The stone in the mountains filled with mountains and valleys suddenly lit up.

This stroke that traverses the continent is the one written by Ning Que.

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There are also strokes, along Mount Ning Que and Sang Sang for many years, Mount Min, through the incomplete Helan City, to the far north of the cold, to receive the snow peak.

On the cliff, Yu Lian, holding Li Manman, glanced at Chang An City.

This stroke, which traverses the north and south of the continent, is the one written by Ning Que.

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Two strokes were handed over to Chang An City.

The people in Chang An City have already walked down the street. Just like that year, they took the kitchen knife and the wooden stick, held the platform and the paperweight, and silently looked at the bright and dazzling Scorpio.

In addition to the distant West and the Chang An City sheltered by Divine Formation, the rest of the people couldn’t open their eyes. In a village in the south, Yang Er Xi closed his eyes and pointed at the sky, swearing and swearing. Next to Old Thief Heaven, the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion, a young disciple with a filial Sword Pavilion, with a closed eye, silently stabbed a sword against the sky.

Protestantism has prevailed in the human world. As Chen Pipi’s voice spread from the Peach Mountain peak to the bottom, it spread throughout the World at an extremely fast pace, and countless people quietly read and pray.

Outside Chang An City, the Monastery Lord is silent.

He told Ning Que that he deeply loved the World, and he did not hesitate to be an enemy of the whole world. However, when he found himself standing on the opposite side of the whole world, that feeling was not very good.

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In the depths of the Western Wilderness, suddenly a horrible sound rang, and the serfs looked at the bottomless abyss that appeared at the bottom of the tiankeng, not knowing what had happened.

This abyss quickly spread to the southeast.

The abyss is a crack in the earth.

The ground is cracking.

The crack came to Wei City in an instant, swallowing the wilderness that was full of sin and blood.

The crack reached the Lan Ke Temple and eventually entered the sea.

The same crack appeared in Mount Min, reaching the snowy winter.

Just like someone holding a branch and writing on the sand.

This is Ning Que writing, he is writing.

This is an unprecedented symbol.

This big character has only two simple strokes.

This is the simplest and least simple word.

“people”.

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Monastery Lord looked at the distant West, looked at the distant Northern Territory, and watched Ning Que’s two simple strokes, then cut the entire World into two cracks and silenced for a long time.

Then he looked to Ning Que and said, “When you wrote this word in Chang An City, I told you that your strokes are wrong… Today you are more wrong, even the orientation is not squared. “”

Many years ago, Yan Se Grandmaster and Wei Guangming were perish together on the unnamed hill north of Chang An City, at the last moment of life. He saw a very far picture, that is the big character written by Ning Que today.

The big character he saw was only two simple strokes, starting from the northern part of the wilderness, one falling in the west, one falling in the east, meeting in Chang An City, and it was a kind of human figure.

Today, the character written by Ning Que is from the Western Plains, one falls to the southeast, and one falls to the north. Still meet in Chang An City. But this word is embarrassing.

“You must fight me with the power of the human world. First of all, you should understand the meaning of the human character. If you let Jun Mo write it. He will definitely write this word very well. People are not right. Why stand between Heaven and Earth? ?”

Monastery Lord looked at Ning Que calmly.

Ning Que shook his head and said, “You are wrong.”

Monastery Lord slightly frowned, said: “Where am I wrong?”

“No one in this World is qualified to teach me how to write.”

Ning Que looked at him calmly and said: “Yan Se, what I wanted to see in the past, is not necessarily correct. Even if the Second Senior Brother can write it, it is not the true meaning of man.”

“What is the solution?”

“If people are not right, why should they stand between Heaven and Earth? You are wrong. If there is heavy rain in the sky, people will hide in the cliff hole. If the sky is thundering, people will hide in the reeds. Why do people have to stand on the ground? No, herringbone One by one, how to write, how to put people, how can not fall down, this is the person.”

Ning Que looked at him and said, “You can’t even figure out how to win, how can you win?”

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On the other side of the mountain, there is such a group of people on the other side of the sea.

When they saw the mountain, they wanted to know what was on the mountain side. When they saw the sea, they wanted to know what was on the other side of the sea. When they saw the sky, they wanted to know what was in the sky. These are what they want.

The wishes of these people were brought together to Chang An City to help Ning Que write this character, telling the sky and the earth that they want to get more than to want to live.

People, either despicable, or shameless, or cruel, or bloody, even more despicable and bloody than animals, but people may be beautiful, maybe majestic…

Do not!

Even if there are no reasons, no virtues, as long as they are people, they stand at the top of this World, then they are eligible to eat meat! Go further afield! Experience more things! Learn more about the truth, experience more experience, and move on!

Because they are people! So they are people! So talent is the most expensive word on this World! It is also the most powerful word! The Academy always said that because of this, this is the biggest because of it!

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“What you said makes sense.”

Monastery Lord looked at Ning Que calmly and said: “But this is still not enough.”

The two cracks on the earth are deepening, and countless cliffs fall into the abyss, and the cracks go to farther places, as if to cut the entire World.

What is even more amazing is that the invisible terrorist power in the crack keeps going deep, just like a line of tightly bound books, actually bending the ground!

This character is in Creation of the World!

Monastery Lord said that this is still not enough!

“The rules are two sides of World. If you want to break the rules, you have to break this World, and you are really breaking this World. The question is, will I give you time?”

In a bright light, the Monastery Lord is solemn and solemn.

The entire World is bathed in the light.

The sun is burning.

God Country is figurative.

Countless rays of light fall from the sky, humming and premature aging, and more and more hot fog on Daze.

Someone blinked and some were faint.

The two cracks on the earth were illuminated by the light, and the smoke in the abyss.

This is the bright world.

Only bright.

Every light has a pressure.

Countless light, there are countless pressures.

The horror of the gods, from the sky.

Ning Que writes this unprecedented genre, is… no, the human world is changing the human world.

The sky does not let the human world change.

The two most powerful forces met together.

The whole world began to tremble.

Chang An City’s invisible reticle is even more crumbling.

“Do you want to destroy this World?” Ning Que asked.

Monastery Lord calmly said: “You can stop.”

Ning Que thought about it and said, “No, I am not threatened.”

Monastery Lord said for a moment, “You will definitely.”

Ning Que said: “The teacher once said to me, I only love one person, not the world.”

Monastery Lord said calmly: “No, that was before, now if you don’t love, how do you write that word?”

Ning Que is silent.

Sang Sang is getting weaker and weaker, and he can’t hold the formation core in his hand.

The golden shadow of the golden, is about to leave her body, leaving only the silk.

The scroll of the heaven in the hands of the Monastery Lord is waiting for her return.

He looked at the raging light and felt the horror.

The sun is getting more and more glaring, even if it is, he can’t look straight.

Who can change this?

Who can make the light of World full disappear instantly?

He once again remembered the game of the game at Lan Ke Temple. At that time, the rules in the chessboard turned into countless holy light spots, and World was chasing Sang Sang. How is it similar to the present picture?

At that time he opened Big Black Umbrella to help him and Sang Sang avoid the disaster.

Big Black Umbrella is a piece of the night, and now World only has a bright white, who will cover the light?

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In the city of Linkang, there was a sweltering heat.

A beautiful girl, wiped the sweat from her forehead, felt the coming of death, took a sheet of paper from the drawer, looked at the words above, and gradually calmed down.

Her name is Huanzi.

She is a female student who Ye Su received here.

She is a believer in Protestantism.

After Ye Su died, she returned to Linkang City, secretly preaching, and silently missed the teacher.

She began to read the words on the paper.

That was a passage that Ye Su said before he died.

“When the night comes, the sun’s glory will be covered, and the sky and Heaven and Earth will fall into the dark, and people will rejoice because it is truly alive.”

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Ning Que takes a thing out of his arms and puts it on.

That’s the pair of glasses, and the lenses are made by Black River mirrors.

He looked at the bright sun in the sky.

With sunglasses, he can finally see it there.

He wants to see if the prophecy written by the Buddha on the plain scroll will come true.

The final prediction of Ye Su will come true.

The light that filled the world, suddenly, seems to be less.

Then, there are fewer.

Infinitely bright, no longer.

Countless people raise one’s head and look towards the dark sky.

Human instinct fears the night, but when there is only light left, they are looking forward to the night.

Then the night came.

Suddenly, murky heavens dark earth.

At night, it is like this human world.

World is quiet.

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Sang Sang turned around in his arms and looked at the night sky, some awkward.

Even her, I can’t imagine such a change.

“This is… forever night?”

“Do not.”

Ning Que put the sunglasses on her nose, said with a smile: “This is the eclipse.”

“Look, the moon is blocking the sun.”

“I was on the boat that year, I told the teacher.”

“The eclipse is like this.”

“The teacher finally wants to understand what to do.”

“He should have long thought about it, it should have appeared long ago.”

“But… still very handsome.”

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(There is also the last chapter… I am still very handsome in writing, but the next chapter must be later, because it is really tired, not hungry, I have to get some food first, then take a shower and calm down. )