Nightfall

Li Qingshan responded indifferently! "While in Red Dust! Can Ruxing not be worried by Red Dust gas?"

The yellow poplar monk slowly raised his head to look at him, and suddenly said something unrelated: "Since your majesty is in the palace, why are you not in the palace?"

"Rules are dead things. People cannot be detained by the dead things. Your majesty is in the palace most of the time. Do I have to be detained in the palace every day? You can hide in the Wanyan Pagoda every day, and this The Lord of the South Gate of Haotian Dao also has a lot of things to do, not to mention who can be unfavorable to His Majesty in Chang'an City? "

The southern gate of Haotian Dao ... "The Huangyang monk repeated it softly, with a faint smile on his face, and said softly with emotion:" I have a big Tang Tang out of the southern gate from Haotian Dao, I do n’t know Every year, when you return to Xiling, how can you resist the anger spurting from the eyes of those great priests.

Li Qingshan said proudly: "I closed my eyes and sat on the temple, not looking at the old faces of those uncles and uncles, deaf ears, standing in the mountains without peach trees, and not listening to the solemn bells of the deep mountains."

"Nanmen pays a lot of money every year. What else do they want? Is it really possible to make me an apostate and a thief? The old people on the Xiling must destroy my Datang Empire first.

Huang Yang Monk smiled and said nothing more.

The south gate of Haotian Dao is the product of the balance between the Datang Empire and the Xiling Temple. In fact, it represents the greatest victory of the Datang Empire in the secular religious war. Every day in the world, the Taoist priests in Xiling have to face It was an embarrassing day, he practiced Buddhism, and he was really not suitable for expressing too many views on this kind of thing.

"Suzaku woke up last night."

Li Qingshan pulled the conversation back to the most previous topic. He looked at Huang Yang monk coldly and said, "No matter if I want to disturb myself or not, I have disturbed a lot of people. As a Tang Dynasty teacher, I can't answer the doubts of the court Qin. "

Monk Huang Yang looked at the Buddhist scriptures in the case before him, and at the scarlet red ink on the Scriptures, and said after a moment of silence: "So you come to me for answers?"

Before Suzaku woke up, the famous swordsman of Nancheng Prefecture had his head cut off. "

Between the towers, Li Qingshan bypassed the small wooden table and walked to the side of the tower in two steps. His eyes penetrated through the tiny glazed windows and looked out of the tower. He crossed the layers of trees and fell in the steamy Nancheng.

"The dead swordsman used to be a clerical appraiser of the military department. Few people knew that he taught Xiling ... The swordsmanship came from my Haotian Daomen. This is not the point of the problem. I did not ask the imperial masters for the sins of the Xiling division uncles. Interest, I am interested that before the sword master died, Yu Jian broke the murderer's coat, but the murderer did not bleed. "

Listening to this, the huangyang monk thought slowly and responded slowly: "The strongest at the peak of martial arts?"

Li Qingshan turned his head, sat behind his back, and quietly looked at the monk and said, "The imperial martial arts strongmen are impossible to shoot. The martial arts strongmen in places like the South Jin Dahe Yan Kingdom are under the surveillance of the court, so this kind of The possibility is extremely small, so I wonder if the ascetic monks of the lunar nations sneak in and go crazy. "

"So you come and ask me." The Huangyang monk smiled and repeated what was said before.

"Legends of the world, you have been to the unknowable place on the wasteland. I know this is not a legend, but a real thing. In this case, of course, I would like to ask you about the hard-working monks of the Lunar Kingdom."

"I am from Pingzhou Prefecture of Datang." The monk Huang Yang smiled quietly and replied quietly: "And I don't believe that the monks of the lunar kingdom will venture into Chang'an City to kill people for no reason."

How do you explain the bloodlessness on the murderer's clothing? Li Qingshan asked, looking at his eyes.

The yellow poplar monk calmed his eyes and replied slowly: "Suzaku was awake because of anger, and condensed the breath of heaven and earth into an unnamed fire. The fire was enough to burn all things, not to mention only some sticky blood stains. Maybe the murderer had become ashes. "

This prince of Tang Dynasty, a monk with advanced Dharma dharma, was sure to guess the truth of the matter in an understatement.

However, this does not completely explain all the problems.

Li Qingshan frowned and asked, "Even if you and I will do our best, we can only make those who seem to be lazy and open their eyes to take a look. How many people in this world can believe that Suzaku is awake and angry? If it is really the legendary predecessors Why did he come to Chang'an City to kill? Why did he take the risk of causing Suzaku's anger? Why are there no signs? "

The Huangyang monk smiled and said, "It is still the same sentence. The artifacts left by the former saints have their own true meaning between movements and statics. Where is our ordinary people who can understand? If the predecessor who may have been to Chang'an City really already Beyond the realm of destiny, with the power of apocalypse or indistinct thoughts, then his purpose is not what you and I can guess. "

Sage, fetish, apocalypse, no distance, these words echoed in the space at the top of the pagoda of Wanyan pagoda. Even the masters of the Tang Dynasty and the exquisite Buddha, in the face of these extraordinary existence can not help but fall into a long silence.

"Thirteen years of Tianjun ... it's really not peaceful."

Li Qingshan sighed softly and turned to look at the palm-sized sky outside the glass window. The noisy birds on the floating white clouds in the sky said leisurely: "There is no big deal, but there are always some uncomfortable. Ning ’s little thing, I wonder if I should gossip. ""

Buddhism disciples do not practice meditation. "Huang Yang Monk looked at his back and said calmly:" I never believed in such things as Han Guabu. Please do n’t forget how much disturbance the Qin Tianjian stargazing finally caused. Now it seems that sentence Covering the stars at night, the uncomfortable taste of the general will be absurd. "

Li Qingshan negatively looked at Guanyun and said indifferently: "Liuyun is intentional and the star shift is intentional. Anyone who looks at the absurd and fateful inference at the moment will find that when fate reaches the next level, people will eventually find that it is not the inference that is absurd and nonsensical but fate This kind of thing can easily become ridiculous. "

Even if you are not bad, but do n’t forget that the comments made by the priests from Xiling when they gave you Taoism, even if you have the ability to see the sky, you have to pay for life. When the Qin Tianjian stargazing horoscope caused countless disturbances, the queen ’s lady wanted to be self-explanatory, begging you to be a gossip, and you refused to agree, but today you have to be for the tide of the heart, for the inexplicable induction Self-folding life? ""

The sky is unpredictable. Li Qingshan wants to see more years of prosperity in the Tang Dynasty, and how to painstakingly save his life. Li Qingshan slowly raised her eyebrows and watched the bustling street vendors outside the Pagoda Temple shouting at the summer heat, saying, "But with a serious illness, I also want to see what is going on above this chessboard Variable. "

The monk Huang Yang sighed softly in his heart, no longer tried to stop the other side, removed the pen and ink on the table, took the black and white chess pieces and one chessboard from the box, and placed it on the book case.

Li Qingshan turned around and walked to the table Qin, did not make any complicated and mysterious casting action, just flicked his sleeves, grabbed two black and white chess pieces and threw them on the chessboard at will.

Dozens of matte pieces hit and roll on the wooden chessboard, making a crisp sound. After a long time, they gradually calmed down. According to the purpose of fate, they fell silently in their positions and no longer moved.

The eyes of Li Qingshan and Huang Yang Monk fell on a black piece on the chessboard at the same time. This piece did not bully the straight line, did not control the Tianyuan, and did not stick to the square. It just fell diagonally somewhere, random and weird.

The vertical and horizontal lines on the chess scale are like avenues for traveling on earth. Chess members travel in carriages and stop at intersections to ask each other, or as usual, or become enemies, or no longer meet after pouring two bowls of tea, calm as usual, disputes usual.

There was only a carriage lying in the middle of a Tongtian Avenue, not going forward, not backing up, not talking with other travelers on the roadside, and it did n’t mean to break through everything, but just stuck there silently.

It is this block, the blockade of the intersecting vertical and horizontal avenues is suddenly different. Those who return south cannot return south, and those who go west cannot go west. The duo who loved each other could not hug it, the calm became jerky, and the dispute became chaotic.

"Is this the variable on the bridge?"

Looking at the black chess piece and the silent carriage between the crooked roads, Datang State Master Li Qingshan's expression was still calm, but his face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had suffered a moment in this moment Seriously ill.

There was a silent silence on the top of Wanyan Pagoda. I didn't know how long this silence lasted. Finally, it was broken by Li Qingshan's hoarse and tired voice, and the voice could not hear sadness and joy. "

This change ... is dying. "

The monk Huang Yang stunned when he heard this, and looked at the black piece slowly, showing mercy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Just then, Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed with different colors, saying : "No, there are variables."

The night is coming, the summer is not over, the cicada is still out of the window, the second floor of the old school building in the college is quiet, the beautiful and slender female professor by the east window does not know when she has left, and the badly injured teenager under the west window still remains Sitting on the wall, his face pale and his eyes closed, it seems that he will fall into a permanent dark sweet dream in the next moment.

Not far away, there were rows of bookshelves against the wall. The complicated patterns on the sides of the bookshelves were slightly bright, and then they slipped away silently. A moment later, a fat young man wearing a college robe squeezed out breathlessly.

Just before preparing to squat down and go to the bottom of the bookshelf to draw out the book "Wu Yunyang on Haoran Sword", the fat young man's brow suddenly wrinkled, and a trace of suspiciousness appeared on the childish white tender face, turned and looked.

Looking at the teenager who didn't move near the wall as if asleep, his tight eyebrows gradually stretched out, sighing with thick lips: "When will the school come again more desperately than Ning Que Guys? "

(Finally, it was earlier than the previous two days. I wrote two chapters before writing for two points.)