Nightfall

When Ning Que gently opened the old book by the fire, a breath slowly emerged from the yellowish paper surface. This breath was calm and calm, as if it did not belong to the world, and it must be fluttered up to the sky. , As if to be scattered into the cloudy clouds of winter, and never return to the pages.

This scent is too indifferent and calm, and it can't produce a repulsive meaning with anything on the Winter Dome Wasteland, but it doesn't merge, even the soft silk of nothing can't merge. Resistance and repulsion are only silently maintained by nature, and even unwilling to connect.

Without contact with nature, it will not bring about mutual interaction. It is still a quiet winter cloud, a wasteland frost forest, even if it is the most powerful practitioner in the world, it is impossible to find the breath of this book.

But the sky is okay, because the blue or lead gray sky is a mirror and a omnipresent mirror that belongs to Haotian, so it can clearly reflect the appearance of that breath.

The dense and drooping clouds in the winter sky resemble old cotton pads full of water, and after the opening of the Tianshu Mingzi, they quickly responded. The thick clouds were violently twisted and torn, and then each other Entangled and engulfed, it finally detached from each other's area and became countless thousands of independent clouds.

Countless thousands of clouds reveal the distant blue sky background in the back. It is precisely because of these backgrounds that these clouds have a clear sense of overhang and become countless stones floating in the sky silently.

Ning Que looked up at the clouds and stones in the sky, and remembered the hundreds of millions of rugged rocks in the massive formation outside the gate of Mozong Mountain.

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Somewhere in the black wasteland.

Ye Su is looking at the sky and looking at the clouds, with his hands behind his back, as if he has already held the thin wooden sword, his head is high, as if he has leaned against the thin wooden sword, his clothes are very thin, as if to follow the wasteland The cold wind was flying, and the emotion on his face was very thin. It was a thin form of self-deprecating indifference.

Another place in the black wasteland.

Tang is also looking at the sky and looking at the clouds. His hands are hanging down on his side, holding tightly like two firm stones, his head is raised very high, as if it is a huge rock on the edge of a cliff. The jacket on his body is very thick. The cold wind on the wasteland was blowing without trace, and the expression on his face was also very thick. It was a kind of thickness formed by the calm of the truth.

Another black wasteland.

Xiahou lightly raised the reins, slowly raised his right hand, and motioned for the black cloud-like black armor to stop riding. Then he looked up at the tens of thousands of hanging rocks like clouds in the sky, making it difficult to recall for many years. The mountain gate that I could see the day and night remembered a lot of things, and the deep iron face flashed a few pains.

There are many people on the wasteland at this time, and they are not able to touch the calm breath leaked from the volume of the heavenly book, but they see the vision in the sky and see the clouds that are independent and silent and do not blend with heaven and earth.

So they were shocked and then silent.

The oracle of the great oracle priest is true.

The Tianshu Mingzi is present in the wasteland.

It is a pity that the world looks at the sky and sees the clouds to know that the book of heaven is present, but does not know where it appears in the wasteland.

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"Brother, since the book of heaven is in your hands, why didn't you tell them before?"

"They didn't ask me, and ... I really don't want to tell them."

"It makes sense that no one can tell except the people in our college."

"Yeah, tell them, they must come to grab, I am not willing to fight with them, I said, I am not very good at fighting, the people in Xiahou are very strong, it is very hard to win them."

Ning Que noticed that what the master said was not very difficult, but only hard. After he was startled, he couldn't help laughing.

"Little Brother, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just think you are a wonderful man, Master."

"Oh? Where is it?"

"It's wonderful everywhere."

"Well, I don't understand this sentence very well."

"Brother?"

"Little brother?"

"How to close this volume of heavenly books? You can't always keep it so open, the sky dome's reaction is so strong, what if someone really can find traces to catch up with?"

"This kind of thing about Guanshu generally has three steps, first ..."

"Brother."

"Little brother?"

"This book is weird. I glanced at it before, and the sea was too shocked. At this time, I wanted to vomit blood, so I wanted to close it. Now I want to vomit blood when I talk to you. ? "

"Oh, get it."

"Brother?"

"Little brother?"

"Why do not you speak?"

"Aren't you asking me to help? Jun Mo was very angry when he was talking to me when he was a child. At that time, he was like you just now, saying that he wanted to vomit blood. The so-called help, naturally shut up."

"I am talking about books ... Of course, in the future I will keep in mind the precautions for chatting with your brother."

"Oh, get it."

A hand stretched out in the reddish fire, which was the hand of the master. The cover of the old book is very heavy for Ning Que, mixed with infinite pressure and pressure, it is Yu Guang's glance, so that he can see the sea shocked, but under the hands of the master did not show any anomalies, light After a slight lift, it closed.

As the book pages closed gently, the tens of thousands of dangling clouds on the sky dome gradually spread out and merged with each other, reverting to a soggy cotton wool covering the entire wasteland.

On the wasteland, the strong men who sensed the celestial phenomena and raised their heads to look at the sky and looked at the clouds, stayed silent for a long time, and then left with their emotions or complex emotions.

It was almost twilight, and the faint sunset red passed through the clouds a little bit, shining on the cold forest on the wilderness, like a girl's blue stream like a stream of Wenxi, showing countless golden silk, and the **** horse by the stream looked like a clumsy The monster leaped like a sparrow, and the Qing Li young girl dressed in a white jacket chased behind, and the fire by the forest became darker and darker.

The older brother put the leftover potato skins to his feet and asked slowly: "Having picked Haoran sword?"

In Mozong Mountain Gate, Ning Que didn't pick up the horrible sword of Uncle Xiaoshi, but he knew what the master asked the true meaning, so he nodded and said, "It's not a real sword, but I pick Arrived."

The expression on Master's face seemed extremely relieved and happy, and said with emotion: "That's good."

After a moment of silence, Ning Que asked very seriously: "Brother, why did I choose to inherit the mantle of Uncle Xiao?"

Tianshu Mingzi has been in the Academy. Of course, the Academy will not compete with the sects in the world. It may only be for the mottled sword marks left by Uncle Master and the breath that wants to return to the Master. Those sword marks and breath represent the spiritual spirit and mantle of Uncle Xiao, because the gate of Mozong Mountain has been hidden and has been left outside.

Decades later, the gate of Mozong Mountain opened in response to the weather, and it was at this time that the empire and the academy changed into a plan for practical training in autumn, and Ning Que led the team to the wasteland. Now he naturally understands why.

However, there are so many brothers and sisters in the back hill of the academy. He has the lowest state and the least seniority. He has never met with the Master. Naturally, he is not the most favored. So why would it be his turn to inherit?

"Because this is your chance, little teacher."

The brother looked at him gently, with a clean look as if he could see through his heart directly.

Ning Que murmured and repeated: "Opportunity?"

"What is the opportunity? In the words of the teacher, it is the cause and effect that naturally exists in the underworld, but the teacher does not believe in the opportunity, but I believe that in my opinion, Master Liansheng, the temple for thousands of years, and the deserted people go south, It ’s all the same, and you, little teacher, are the same. "

The master said: "You want to enter the academy, so when you enter, Your Majesty needs you to come to the wasteland, so you come, you can feel the breath of Uncle Xiao, so you go, the night is coming, the gate of Mozong has been sealed for decades It is opened in response to the time of day, and you are there, so you enter. There is no need to explain it with reason or explanation, but it has its own cause and effect, so this is your chance, not my chance, nor Junmo or Opportunities for other teachers and sisters. "

Ning Quexin raised his head and looked at the reckless Xuefeng Mountain in the distance, thinking that he had left Changan as a child and grew up hard at the southern foot of Minshan. After more than ten years, he went to the northern foot of Minshan as the youngest disciple of the Academy. Inheriting the uncle's mantle, it seems that something really plays a role in it.

I don't know how long it took, he got rid of the inexplicably sentimental emotions, and then turned back to meet the brother's clean, pure water-like gaze.

When he mentioned the matter in the Mozong Mountain Gate to his brother, he didn't mention the most secret parts, which is the reason for the bleakness. When he first met his brother in the academy last spring, he was afraid of the cleanliness of the other party and the breath that made him so close that he could not hide his true heart. Now that he knows that the other party is his own brother, he will definitely treat him sincerely, naturally not Will fear again, but feel more and more painful.

Do you want to tell the elder brother about the enchantment?

Days and nights, the stars are coming out, the black is about to cover the whole wasteland, the fire near the frost forest appears brighter, blown by the roaring winter wind, the flickering flames light the face of Ning Que's light.

Ning Que looked down at the fire in front of him. After a long silence, he finally made up his mind and said in a tight voice: "Master, did Master Uncle fall into a demon at that time? So he was killed by heaven?"

The brother looked at him quietly and said, "Yeah ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que raised his head and asked," Then I inherited the uncle's mantle ... "

The master said with a smile: "Haoran sword has awesome spirit, and awesome spirit has awesome meaning, and I have also learned the Haoran sword."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "No."

The older brother seemed to know what he was struggling with, and he waved his hand to stop him from continuing, and said with a smile: "Little brother, if you really don't know how to deal with it, then you have a chance to talk to the teacher in the future."

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