Nightfall Chapter 99: Secretly, together

"Don't have green onions."

"Don't put vinegar."

"More noodles."

The last person who made the request was obviously Chen Pipi, and then he looked back to the original chessboard, and his thick eyebrows were raised, his face was full of frustration and shame, Jing has forgotten himself at this time Being in a terrifying environment, I thought this little maid could remember the positions of all the chess pieces with just a glance, what right do I have to be proud of my head in front of her, and what face is there to say genius? ?

The old man Wei Guangming looked at Master Yan Se with a smile and said, "I am an excellent female disciple."

Master Yan Se looked at the thin figure disappearing in the backyard and said with emotion: "It's really amazing."

The excellent and terrific that the two old men said has nothing to do with Sangsang’s shocked Chen Pipi’s mind, but rather a certain temperament that only an old man of their state can realize, that is because it is absolutely transparent. Seemingly clumsy, but actually it can accurately and clearly reflect the unique temperament of the world.

Master Yan Se took back the daylight and looked at the old man and said: "We are all old, even if we don't fight for life and death, we are close to life and death. After all, this is the last time we meet, let's eat bowl of noodles."

The fragrant omelette noodles came up, a bowl of noodles without vinegar, one bowl without green onions, and one bowl of noodles overflowing the rim of the bowl.

After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the endgame in silence. There were no numbers, so they didn't know the outcome.

Then they rejected Sangsang's reward for another bowl of noodles and then a game of chess, and began to remember the past.

Sangsang brewed three bowls of tea again, and then he and Chen Pipi each held a small bench, sitting and listening to the past like a student.

Yan Se and Wei Guangming are the generation who have lived the longest in Wu Tiandao. Although they have been confined in the foothills of Taoshan in the past fourteen years, they are 14 years old compared to the time they met. The year is too short and the past is extremely long, and those common memories are extremely rich.

From the time when I was a little Taoist priest, and then to go to the Tianyuyuan to make trouble, and then to go to Zhishouguan to teach the position of the great priest together, the two old people talked about for a long time and have not finished.

Of course, most of the time, Master Yan Se, who has a bit of a broken mouth, said that the great priest Guangming just listened with a calm smile, and occasionally at certain moments and avoiding misunderstandings between the two younger generations, would he interject a few words. For example, the beard of the dean of Tianyuyuan was burned by the master teacher, not by himself using magical arts. For example, on the way to Zhishouguan, I did not have diarrhea because of tension, but was secretly applied by Yan Se with a cold charm. .

Those naughty little Dao boys have become the big men in the world today. The person who used to burn the beard of the dean of the Tianyuyuan has become the head of the temple without anger and prestige. Someone has become Master Yan Se, some People have become the seat of light, but as long as there have been those times, who can bear not remembering a moment occasionally?

These memories are very warm, with a unique twilight nostalgic taste.

The great priest of Guangming looked at the warm twilight outside Lao Bi Zhai, only to realize that unconsciously, time has passed so fast with these memories, and it has reached the real dusk.

It was quiet outside Lao Bi Zhai at dusk. No sound was heard in Lane 47.

The old man smiled and looked outside the door without saying anything.

"At that time, we were young and naughty and naughty, but you were always the smartest and most honest one."

Master Yan Se looked at him and said: "As previously reminded, you discovered that this little girl Sangsang is indeed very similar to you back then. It is transparent from the inside to the outside and no impurities can be seen."

The old man gave Sangsang on the small bench affectionately, and said, "I'm not as good as her."

Master Yan Se said with emotion: "Anyone who can sit on the seat of the God of Light must be so transparent? Only in this way can we be closer to the essence of Wu Tian than us? But what does transparency mean? Can reflect the original appearance of the world? If the world is black Yes, you are also black? That's why there are so many light gods who eventually go astray?"

The old man shook his head and smiled and said, "Transparency is colorless, but black is colorless and without brilliance. And you and I live in this brilliant Wutian world. Transparency is light and the enemy of darkness. ."

Hearing the five words of Dark Enemy, Master Yan Se fell into a long silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at the other party seriously, and said, "Do you remember Liansheng? ?"

The old man was startled slightly, frowned and said, "How can you not remember?"

Master Yan Se asked: "Is he light or dark?"

The old man shook his head and said, "He was on the Judgment God Seat, and I was on the Light God Seat. I saw that Fang Moyu God Seat oozes dirty blood in my eyes, and I started to suspect him, just before I exposed him. , He got a glimpse of his fate and left Taoshan first, and eventually died under the sword of Mr. Ke. The reason why the temple never mentions this matter, not mentioning this person, is just scrupulous about the reputation and reputation of Wu Tiandaomen, but in my opinion The lotus is born with thirty-two petals, no matter how dazzling and clear as jade, it's nothing more than some pastels painted on the muddy petals."

Master Yan Se stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice: "After the demon sect was destroyed, the temple recruited many powerful demon sects. If the light cannot give the night any chance, how do you explain this? Those murders are your last resort to destroy the shadow of the dark night. What is the shadow of the temple now?"

The old man said: "It's not the same. The shadow of the dark night is Mingjun's breath."

Master Yan Se was extremely annoyed and patted the table again, and said, "Why are you so roundabout? The underworld is just a legend, and it has never appeared! Back then, your command of the commander's teaching made a lot of blood and blood in the city of Chang'an. In the end, no son of Pluto was found. How come you are still so absurd today!"

The old man said: "Either the master or the head teacher of Fengshi believed what I saw with my eyes."

Master Yan Se stared into his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "But in the end you were imprisoned in You Pavilion!"

The old man looked back at his gaze calmly and said: "I am the light of the world following me, so I won't walk in the dark. I must have the light of life. Those who question me will walk in the dark without being freed."

Master Yan Se saw that his oil and salt were not entering, he waved his sleeves angrily, and sternly shouted: "Then tell me where the dark shadows you see are competing! Where are the sons of Hades! Come to Chang'an. Who do you want to kill!"

The old man said softly, ‘I don’t know either. "

Hearing this answer, Master Yan Se was stunned, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and his voice trembled and sadly said: "Just for someone who doesn't even know who you are, does it really exist? The son of Hades, the great priest who was transparent as colored glaze and sincerely radiant as a lamp, he did not hesitate to become a big demon with blood-stained hands. He was willing to be imprisoned in Youge for fourteen years, which made countless people feel sad. Can you tell me something? Do you regret it?"

The old man was silent for a long time, occasionally a trace of introspective confusion flashed across the old cheeks, and then those confusions quickly turned into calm determination: "The problem is that I know he exists."

Master Yan Se frowned and looked at him, and said, "Then who is he?"

The old man watched as he gradually hid the deep night of Lao Bi Zhai, and said calmly: "Since he is the son of Pluto, he naturally hides it deeply, and he may not even know his true identity until today. Ask me about his identity. Who is Jing, I can’t give you an answer now, but since I could see him in Chang’an city back then, he must exist, no matter if he escaped from the general’s mansion or survived in the corpse pile of Yanjing village, He is him."

Suddenly the old man frowned, looked at Sangsang and asked: "What's the matter?"

Sangsang's dark little face became a little pale at this time, with two small hands tightly gripping the corners of his clothes, but his expression was still calm, after listening to the question, he whispered, "Somehow tired." /

The old man said with pity: "Then go to sleep."

Sangsang turned his head and looked at Master Yan Se, pursing his lips and said nothing.

Master Yan Se sighed and said: "If my apprentice knows that I let you rest well, he will definitely not let me go. Go to bed with peace of mind. We two old guys will not take advantage of you to fall asleep. I will wake you up."

The old man looked at Chen Pippi and said: "It's getting late, the people you are waiting for have already come, let's go."

Chen Pipi wiped off the perspiration that seemed to never stop from today's forehead, respectfully bowed to the two old men, and then opened the door and walked out of Lao Bi Zhai.

The pine branches of the bacon in the backyard were still smoking. Because I had forgotten to visit for a while, the smoke became a little bigger. Probably because of this reason, Sangsang's eyes were slightly red.

She quietly washed her face and feet, climbed the Beikang and got into the icy bed. With her eyes open, she looked at the faint starlight outside the window, thinking that if Ning Que looked at the same starlight as herself at this time, maybe Will start to talk nonsense.

Because of frugality, the kang noodles are a bit warm. This year's Chang'an City is colder than last year. She has not felt warm after lying down for a long time, so she couldn't help but stretch out her little hand to put her lips together and breathe warmly.

The star illuminates the palm, and it is full of blood marks from the nails.

Just now when I heard the teacher talk about the General Mansion and Yanjing Village, Sangsang felt great fear in her heart. If she hadn't used the pain to calm her mind forcibly, perhaps her body would tremble at the time.

She hadn't heard Ning Que talk about the General Mansion, but she knew it, but she didn't ask. Ning Que killed Yushi Zhang Yiqi and killed the blacksmith. She also knew, and even wrote a poor poem, but she still did not ask.

Ning Que didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask, but as Ning Que said, she was not stupid but a little stupid, and she was smarter than anyone when she needed to be smart, so Sangsang knew everything.

"The son of Hades... sounds like a terrible thing."

Sangsang's small face was gently rubbed against the cold pillow, watching the winter stars falling in front of the window, and muttering to himself: "But I have lived with you for so many years, I can only Let's live secretly together."

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