Outside Anhua Gate, a road extends to the west with no end as far as the eye can see.
The setting sun is dim and hangs on the top of the western mountain.
A man and a woman often go west.
The girl was eighteen years old, and she looked delicate and pretty in a goose-yellow skirt.
The man is sunny and handsome, with the hair of a monk who has just returned to secular life. He has no pants on his long legs, only hard muscle lines and countless long hairs. There are no shoes on the feet, only a pair of socks. Along the way, the girls picking mulberry leaves in the mulberry forest on the roadside and the young wives washing clothes by the river all looked over. Some people laughed, some whistled, and some said some inappropriate words.
This young man is Buri Xingjun Ningtao.
He had a deep feeling...
That’s why there were so many female gangsters in the Tang Dynasty.
Except for Zhang Xiaoqing who was following him.
"Master Ning, no..." Zhang Xiaoqing thought for a moment and changed his title, "Master Ning is the right one. You must be an immortal from heaven, right?"
Ning Tao kept walking and responded calmly: "Yes, yes."
Along the way, her mouth was rarely quiet. She was always talking, asking questions about this and that. At first he tried to explain, but then he didn't bother to explain. No matter what she said, he just muffled it.
"Can the immortal take me and my little brother to the sky?" Zhang Xiaoqing looked at Ning Tao eagerly, his eyes full of expectation and yearning.
Ning Tao smiled: "Take you to heaven? Tell me, what can you do?"
Zhang Xiaoqing thought about it seriously: "My little brother can recite poems and write poems, I can sweep the floor and cook, I can also embroider and wash clothes..."
"The fairy world is ruthless. If you go to the fairy world, you will be separated from your little brother, and you will even forget him. Are you still going?" Ning Tao asked her.
"Huh? Then I won't go."
"When you meet your little brother, don't say you know me, and don't mention me."
"Why?"
"I am a god. Do gods need to explain to you, a mortal?"
"Oh, that's true..."
Ning Tao quickened his pace.
There is a river in front and an arch bridge on the river.
On the other end of the bridge is a small village, with smoke curling up from the kitchen.
At the end of the bridge, an old horse was drinking water by the river. Next to the old horse stood a commoner scholar, who was thinner than the horse.
The scholar was in his early twenties, and his scholar's robe had many patches. He was poor, but he was dignified and comely.
"Brother Viagra!" When Zhang Xiaoqing saw the scholar, he cheered and ran over.
That scholar is her little brother Zhai Wei.
Ning Tao still remembers his name and nickname, Pingchuan and Qinglin Jushi, but there is no such person in the history books. But this is normal. How many people in this world can leave their names in history? The waves swept away all the heroes, and all living beings were buried in the sand.
"Xiaoqing!" Cui Wei dropped the reins in his hands and ran towards Zhang Xiaoqing.
Ning Tao thought that the lovers could not help but hug each other, but they both stopped when they were one step away from each other. Zhang Xiaoqing lowered his head, looking very shy. Zhai Wei seemed to want to hold his beloved woman in his arms and talk about the pain of lovesickness in detail, but he couldn't get past the dignity of a scholar, so he had to hold it in and look at his sweetheart with bright eyes.
It was God's blessing, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two people merged together, indistinguishable from each other.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ning Tao's mouth. After working for a long time, the gathering of the lovers was his greatest reward.
Historically, the lovers may not have been together, but at least they are together now.
Many people who love each other can't be together for the rest of their lives. At least they can spend this night together, get what they want, and enjoy the full moon.
"Cherish this little time." Ning Tao said softly in his heart, and he turned and left.
Cui Wei's eyes moved to Ning Tao's back and murmured: "Xiao Qing, who is that person?"
"I don't know him." Zhang Xiaoqing looked at Ning Tao's back with tears in his eyes.
"He looks so strange."
"It's a little strange."
"let's go."
"Where to go?"
"Wandering… "
Ning Tao couldn't help laughing. He looked back and saw that the old horse was carrying Zhang Xiaoqing and Zhai Wei across the bridge. The stone slab was hard and the old horse was walking very hard. After crossing the bridge, it ran forward slowly. I don’t know whether to go to a certain house with smoke coming from the kitchen, or to continue running forward to unknown distances and wander around the world.
Zhang Xiaoqing turned around.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the young face was filled with a happy smile.
Ning Tao waved to her and turned to leave.
Some encounters are destined not to last long, but the marks they leave will last a lifetime.
It got dark.
Ning Tao came to Chang'an City, entered a tavern, ordered a few side dishes, ordered a bottle of wine, and sat under a window on the second floor to drink. He thought about things and admired the night view of Chang'an. This kind of experience is not something that anyone can experience, and it is extremely precious.
He could end this journey through time and space early, but if he did so, the world of Zhang Xiaoqing and Zhai Wei would end. He wanted to give them a little more time. If this is a sweet dream, let them stay in it a little longer.
That's all he can do.
There were fewer and fewer people in the tavern, and finally Ning Tao was the only one left. The two waiters, the accountant, and even the cook in the kitchen came out and looked at Ning Tao eagerly.
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Ning Tao asked with a smile.
"Not long ago, there was a man who refused to pay for food and drinks. After returning home, he lay in bed for a month. You don't want to pay, right?" said the accountant.
Ning Tao smiled and said: "Which of your eyes saw the money coming from me?"
"Hit that boy!" the cook yelled.
Two waiters rushed up.
Black and white heavenly fire suddenly appeared on Ning Tao's body. He stood up and said in a low voice: "I am Buri Xingjun from outside the sky. I will perform an immortal magic for you and use it as money for your drinks."
Everyone in the room was stunned.
Ning Tao waved his right hand, and the gun shot out of his hand and flew out the window. He jumped up, hit the gun, and flew away with the gun.
The two waiters, the cashier, and the cook with a kitchen knife all rushed to the window and looked at the flying Mr. Buri Xingjun.
He must be so tall!
He flies so fast!
"God!" a waiter shouted.
"Hurry up and worship the gods!" the cook said excitedly.
Several people knelt down.
People on the street heard the noise upstairs and raised their heads to look at the sky. As a result, everyone knelt down to worship the gods.
In the sky, Ning Tao suddenly sensed the appearance of Zhixin's energy. He looked down and was stunned. On the streets and in the houses, there are traces of Zhixin energy emerging everywhere.
He suddenly understood that compared to people of later generations, the ancients had no scientific concepts. They all believed in ghosts and gods. As long as he uses his magical powers to make people think he is a god, he can obtain the most difficult-to-earn faith energy!
The gun was hit in the flesh and Ning Tao dived down as soon as he pressed the tip of the gun. He didn't care at all how the ancients looked at him, nor did he care how much of a sensation it caused here. He flew his gun through the streets, looking for pure Faith energy and collecting it.
Many people worship gods on the street, but the pure energy of faith is very rare. Among dozens of people, it is rare to meet an ancient person who releases pure energy of faith. But compared to the future time and space of 2019, this is already very good. In that era of lack of faith, it was more difficult than anything for him to find someone with devout faith.
"Perhaps, I can improve my methods. Next time I come to the battlefield or a place where there is a plague, I can use my expertise and help others. I can probably earn more Faithful Energy." Ning Tao had an idea in his mind.
An old woman was kneeling on the ground, muttering words, as if she was making a wish to him, the god.
The old woman released a bit of pure Zhixin energy.
Ning Tao flew over, but before he could collect that little bit of faith energy, the surrounding light suddenly became distorted. Chang'an City disappeared, and the ancients also disappeared, leaving only colorful twisted light...
Time is up.
The darkness faded, and light shone into my eyes. It was the light of the seven-star lamp in the Tianjia Collection Courtyard. It's never refueled, but it's always on.
Ning Tao picked up the pants, underwear, shoes and other things that had fallen on the ground, put them on, and then rushed to the side of the Cauldron of Good and Evil.
There is a little more evil energy in the Cauldron of Good and Evil, which was collected from several Jinwu guards. There is also a relatively objective amount of Zhixin energy, which was collected from the ancients of Chang'an City.
"Haha!" Ning Tao smiled happily, "Brother Ding, you are really right, my eyes should not just focus on this world. The wider my horizons, the more divine crystals I can earn. Just wait, I will fill you up with divine crystals and you will be free!"
The faces on the Cauldron of Good and Evil didn't even raise their eyelids.
Ning Tao felt happy for a moment, and as soon as the excitement was over, he sat down cross-legged to refine the divine crystal.
The process of refining the divine crystal is actually a process of spiritual power cultivation. The energy of the divine crystal exaggerates his spiritual power and brings subtle changes and influences to him.
There are dozens more divine crystals in the Cauldron of Good and Evil.
Unfortunately, the seemingly objective number actually does not even cover the bottom of the cauldron, and is still pitifully small.
He kept saying that he would fill the Cauldron of Good and Evil with divine crystals, but that was definitely not an easy task. It felt like building the Great Wall, he just laid a few bricks.
Then he found the spiritual materials, took out the Meixiang Cauldron that he had not used for a long time, began to refine the spiritual materials, and then pulled the silk to weave cloth.
Every time I enter the past, I only have a windbreaker on me and put it in neutral. If I accidentally expose the gear lever and gearbox, how can I look like a fairy in this? That awkward feeling also gave him a headache, so this time even if Ruan Tianyin was left alone in the konggui, he still had to knit his pants!