Nightfall

>. Ning Que flies to Sang Sang and walks towards the light. It has been flying for a long time. The people on the wasteland ground are about to become little black spots, and the big dark horses are about to see clearly. (M_ 彩 & 虹 & 文 与 学).

At this time, it was already very far from the ground. According to the truth, there was nothing flying here except flying swords or feather arrows, and it was impossible for someone to reach into the sky and grab his feet unless the person was tall.

Ning Que and Sang Sang passed through the golden dragon breath and gently fell to the wasteland ground. He held Sang Sang in his arms and looked up, and found that the figure in front of him was indeed very tall.

The man looked at Ning Que and Sang Sang, facing away from the sky dome and the golden dragon, his face shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see clearly. The edges of his body seemed to be coated with a golden light, as if burning.

The man stood on the ground of the wasteland, but the tall figure seemed to touch the sky.

The man said with a smile: "The choice itself doesn't necessarily make sense, but sometimes, your choice can affect the choices of others, which becomes interesting."

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In the illusion of the mountaineering test on the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had a conversation with a tall man. At that time, he had never seen the face of the tall man.

"Which one would you choose between light and darkness?"

"Why should I choose?"

"How did you choose before?"

"I am in darkness and my heart is toward light."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I could see another wild grass waving at the wall."

"Look, I said it was not a choice."

"But what if the sky falls?"

"How could the sky collapse?"

"in case?"

"There is naturally a tall man standing ... like you."

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After a period of time after climbing the academy, Ning Que knew who the tall man was. After many years in the wilderness where dreams became reality, he found that what he said was so accurate-even if the sky collapsed so what? There will always be tall people, such as people as tall as teachers. www ..

Ning Que kneeled before the tall figure and said respectfully, "Teacher, you are here."

"Well, think about it. After all, I still don't understand, so I came."

The Master looked up at the bright light and the declining night in the sky, and left a shade on the wasteland with his own body, covering Ning Que and Sang Sang. The black big cloak fluttered with the wind and seemed to burn.

"I think for more than a thousand years, in the war between light and darkness, which side should I stand on. The problem is that I have never seen Pluto. I have no friendship with him, I do n’t like the cold, I do n’t like the one the Buddha saw. Quiet and dull world ... I do n’t like Haotian either, and I even hate it. "

The Master said: "So I always wanted to be the head of the wall. Where did the wind blow? I fell. Over the years I have been asking where you will go. In fact, I am also asking where I should go and dreaming that year. When I asked you, you said that you also wanted to make wall head grass, which was really comforting to me. It turned out that it was more important not to choose. But unfortunately, wall head grass is not so easy to do. The wind can know the grass and can break the grass. grass."

Ning Que looked at the Confucius and worriedly said, "But you still made a choice."

The Master looked at Sang Sang and said calmly: "Maybe my choice will eventually prove to be wrong. But at least for now, I want to choose this way, then I choose this way."

Ning Que didn't know what to say. He was very touched at this time, and was inexplicably sad. He was happy with his teacher, and he was still alive with Sang Sang. But he began to worry about how the teacher faced Haotian's anger.

The Master looked at him and smiled, and continued: "No choice, it is indeed a freedom, but if you dare not choose because of cowardice, it is not freedom. Making choices. Not necessarily meaningful, but may be interesting. We are in Life is alive. Not for meaning, but for meaning. "

The words in this passage are very simple, but very meaningful.

Ning Que did not have to worry about anything, so he grasped what the teacher wanted to say, because he was a student of the academy-meaning is the purpose, meaning the process-the academy did not pay attention to the purpose, only the process.

At that time, Uncle Xiao held a sword and had to fight with Heaven, probably because he thought this matter was very interesting.

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Guangwei presupposes the world, countless people kneel on their knees, dare not look directly at the sky, praying in awe and awe, anyone who dares to stand is dead or will die. However, in the brightest place on the wasteland, there was a tall man standing and sheltering Pluto's daughter with his figure.

This is a majestic provocation against Haotian Divine Kingdom, and an unforgivable blasphemy.

The golden dragon's eyes as serene and indifferent as the lake of light ignited an angry fire, a long and solemn dragon chant, resounded through the world again, and then came a dragon of terrifying power.

Numerous glowing divine brilliances mixed with crystal clear golden gravel spewed out from the head of the dragon above the sky and struck the wasteland ground. The power contained in this dragon's breath is better than the air in the past. All started to burn, and a golden and white projection appeared on the surface of the wasteland.

Ning Que's eyes crossed the head of the Confucius, saw this strange and shocking picture in the air, and looked at the endless dragon breath with fire, and his face slightly changed, shouting: "Teacher be careful!"

The Master didn't turn around and still turned his back to the sky.

The golden gravel came down from the sky, came behind him, and then disappeared instantly. The light and heat between the golden gravel disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Behind Confucius seems to be a lake, a volcanic hot lake is about to erupt, and there is a sea. Before the extremely north cold region is not frozen, the dragon breath is like countless ice cubes, thrown into the hot sea and hot sea, and instantly melts without trace.

All Jinhui Dragon's Breath struck by Confucius was deconstructed into the finest particles in the world by an invisible force, and melted in this world for purification.

This scene looks very simple, so it is very strange, no one can understand, it is the most pure Haotian Shenhui, the dragon breath that can purify everything in the world, will be purified.

Even if he is a practitioner who surpasses five realms or more, he can create his own rules in Haotian's world and have his own world, but he still cannot ignore Haotian's rules in Haotian's world.

How did Confucius do it?

The people on the wasteland were kneeling, no one dared to glance at the bright sky, but they could see what was happening on the wasteland, they saw the Master appear, and saw the golden dragon spitting dragon breath at the Master , They saw that the coercive terror, the dragon's breath that was never humanly resistant, disappeared ...

Look at this scene. Everyone was so shocked that they refused to believe their own eyes, and those who firmly believed that they would not be wrong, began to doubt the world.

The temple palm taught to hold the wand and kneel on his knees, the figure was still tall, but at this time, his figure shivered violently. Compared with the tall figure on the wasteland. It seemed so short, so weak, so humble.

The oracle priest looked at the scene on the wasteland. The deep wrinkles on his face were distorted by shock, and the blood inside and the bright golden powder peeled off. Muttered, "What state is this?"

The dragon breath was in vain and even purified. The eyes of the golden dragon showed extremely complex emotions. The dragon suddenly tightened. This time it was no longer a long and majestic dragon song, but a violent and angry dragon roar!

A strong hurricane screamed in the wilderness world, and countless black soil and grass clippings were swept up and the smoke filled. Gradually concealing his vision, it seemed to be darker than the dark night in the north.

The golden dragon roared and squeezed the dragon body out of the clouds with anger and difficulty. There were dozens of gold ropes tied to the dragon body. The gold ropes were extremely tight, and a heavy object seemed to be dragging behind.

A moment later, a chariot made entirely of gold. Under the traction of the golden dragon, it gradually sailed out of the clouds and appeared in the sky!

The golden chariot is extremely huge. If it falls on the ground, I am afraid that the entire Chang'an City cannot accommodate it. And those gold is not the gold of the world, so pure and transparent. Bright all over!

The sky was bright, the smoke on the wasteland suddenly condensed, and the shining ones fell like snow for decades, and the space began to shake and the earth began to shake.

On the golden chariot, a **** general stood.

This **** will be wearing armor condensed by Haotian Shenhui, and his body is extremely tall, as if it is a high mountain. Compared with it, the stone statue of the Buddha who once stood on Washan is like a small stone man.

This **** perfected his face to the extreme. He had his own grace and could not find any problems. Compared with him, Longqing, who was once known as the beautiful son of Xiling, was like a beggar.

The expression of this **** general was extremely indifferent, his eyes glowed with a white glow, completely ruthless and ignorant, standing in a chariot overlooking the world, the eyes touched vanity.

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In addition to the Xuankong Temple's first lecture and the Tsing Yi Taoists in the South China Sea, or the few people in the Qingshan Ant Cave after knowing and watching, no one in the whole world can see this golden chariot and the **** on the car.

Ning Que was sitting in the figure of Confucius holding Sang Sang. He was wearing sunglasses. Although his eyes were stabbing, he still looked at the scene in the air with his eyes wide open, shocked and speechless.

He knows that the teacher is very tall, but in the face of the anger of Haotian Divine Kingdom, in the face of such a tall and high-looking **** who is Haotian Shenhui, even if he is a teacher, what means can he deal with?

Confucius turned to look at the golden chariot dragged by the golden dragon in the sky, looked at the perfect bright **** on the chariot, watched the god's perfect face, and suddenly shook his head.

"There is no perfect thing in the world, only what we think is perfect."

The Master held his hands and looked at the bright **** in the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said: "Your perfection comes from thousands of old people, so you are not human, and you are not those old people."

The God of Light indifference his emotions, causing the Golden Dragon to fly down in a golden chariot. I don't know when, a lightsaber with a length of more than ten miles appeared in his hands and cut off towards the wasteland!

"You come from Haotian Divine Realm, you use the bright sword, just blind, then it lacks the truth, just like your existence, today, I will show you the sword of the world."

The Master said, then stretched his right hand into the air and spread it, facing the south of the world.

The clouds broke into darkness, and swords came from the south.

The sword was full of ancient meaning, the sword was as hot as dawn, and the sky was breaking through the clouds. It fell in the master's generous palm and buzzed slightly, expressing his own surrender and awe of pride.

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(This is the fourth chapter ... go *, and write a chapter, taking advantage of the interest, and strive to come out before ten thirty.)