Nightfall

"I heard they are playing chess."

"It's already over at twilight."

"Lian has to drag you to play this game with me."

"Your Majesty, there is always time to finish chess."

"I can't sleep soundly tonight, I have to think of ways to get through these hours."

In the Imperial Study Room deep in the Imperial City, His Majesty Li Zhongyi, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, looked angrily at Shen Tao's chessboard and said that the chess game started during the day, but he did not enter the middle of the game late at night, which made him feel impatient.

The yellow poplar monk smiled bitterly and responded: "Under the axis, to the realms of the Light God and Master Yan Se, it is already a person outside the world. No matter how I deal with it in the world, it has nothing to do with it. "

Tonight, the atmosphere in Chang'an City was tense and depressed. Except for the shop on Lane 47, the Royal Palace was naturally the most heavily guarded place. According to the rules, since the state teacher Li Qingshan was not there, the Duoyang monk as a young brother would be able to walk around his majesty.

The emperor attached his hand to the body of Tao Tao's chess pieces, and walked out of the Imperial Academy to stand in the snow of the huāshu tree in Can Xue. He quietly looked at Chang'an City under the dark night and suddenly said, "Do you believe in the legend of the underworld invasion?"

The Huangyang monk remained silent for a moment and shook his head.

After a night of wind, the emperor's majesty coughed, and the coughing became louder and louder. Finally, he bent down painfully. He waved away the eunuchs who heard the noise, and took the handkerchief from the sleeve and wiped it gently. After taking a look at the chún corner, looking at the deep night, he said: "Lian only hopes that if the underworld is not a legend, it will come earlier if it comes."

The yellow poplar monk heard the ominous meaning hidden in His Majesty's sentence, and thought of Xian Tao's coughing, his brow slightly raised, looking at the emperor's back with anxiety and said, "Your Majesty's body is suffering from a cold, let's go back to the house."

The emperor slowly shook his head and said: "The Master once said that the cold syndrome in my body is not serious. As long as I can suppress it, I can't jump out and rebel. If I can't suppress it, it's my life."

Although Huang Yang is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, after all, unlike the state teacher Li Qingshan, he has not been with the emperor for many years. Deeply puzzled, I thought that even Confucius could not completely remove the cold syndrome in the body of Taoxia?

When Chen Pipi walked out of the shop door, the burning fire in Lane 47 disappeared instantly, leaving only a tall ancient crown, so he walked over his head and stood honestly behind the other party.

Brother II looked at the closed door of Lao Bi Zhai, his expression was indifferent and calm, but his eyes were faintly excited with the flame of 〖Xing〗 as if the stick on his head was burning fast in twilight.

There was no one in the alley, the doors of the fake antique store grocery store were closed, the gray wall under the winter tree somehow came from a square stool, and the two brothers were sitting on the stool like a green pine on the cliff Fen, and that lovely little book boy of Qing nèn, like the Shiraishi of Qingsong Matsue, stood quietly beside him.

Brother II looked at the closed door and suddenly asked, "Have you not hit yet?"

Chen Pippi bowed his head and reverently replied: "Xian Tao straight in Syria ..."

Brother II's serious face showed an unpleasant look, and said, "In the end, it is always the old people who always do things that are so muddy and waterless, since they all insist that they are right, then in the end they still have to rely on fists to reason It takes so long to tell the old? It's so sticky, it really can't be called a gentleman. "

Chen Pipi wiped the cold sweat that remained on her forehead.

Brother II ’s absolutely straight eyebrows suddenly flicked up, gently raised the gown of the gown, and then supported the ancient crown that had not shifted by one point at all, and said, “Always do n’t fight, do n’t you have to wait for me ... "

When Chen Pipi saw his movements, he knew that Brother II was a little bit annoyed and wasted his time waiting for him, so he was ready to enter Laobi Zhai, and he was shocked, and his sweat drenched his back again.

At this time in Lao Bi Zhai, such a horrible character as Grand Priest Guangming and Master Yan Se is in a confrontation. If Brother Two joins again, who knows how much wind will blow out, this street can still stay How many broken tiles?

Thinking of this festival, he could no longer care about the awe of Brother II in the ordinary days, and Brother II hated the other most for messing up his wind instruments, and stretched out his hand to grab Brother II's wide sleeve, trembling slightly. 'S voice, begging sincerely, "Brother, don't go in again."

Brother II looked at the cuffed cuffs and asked with a blank expression: "The two can enter, why can't I enter?"

According to the real thoughts deep inside Chen Pipi's heart, the reason why the wind can enter the rain can enter the light can enter the face can be entered, and the reason why the two brothers can not enter the old pen is very simple, because the two old men in the shop now have no How many people have been killed but at least it is still calm. No matter what decision you make, you will still think more about it. Changan City can still maintain a peaceful state temporarily. According to Brother Two, you must be classified into truth and insist on the direction of your clothes. It is unclear whether or not to play unidentified xìngzi. Once in Laobi Zhai, is there any reason to play a game without shaking?

What's more, when you thought that my first twelve younger brothers, Xian Tao, didn't see your pretense solemn and solemn expression, the eyes were burning the flame of enthusiasm? You think the twelve younger brothers, I do n’t know if you ’ve been pressed by the Master and your brother for too many years. In the past two years, you have to preside over the academy. This is the opponent's bright seat, where are you willing to let go?

It doesn't matter what I think in my heart. The important thing is that Chen Pipi knows that if he persuades Brother II like this, he will definitely be beaten up, and Brother II will still walk into Laobi Zhai, so he trembles with cute meat on his face Meat, the bitter-mouthed woman persuaded: "Slowness is not wrong, the master is also slow, we are not waiting.

Brother 2 displeased and said: "Where can Brother be equal to others?"

Chen Pipi saw that moving out of the master brother hadn't worked, so he grieved his heart and said a few words in a low voice, clutching his sleeve. (Note)

Brother II frowned slightly and waved his hand to signal that the lovely little book boy who had been silent by the side went back to the academy first. He helped Fu Guguan and sorted out his clothes. He closed his eyes and waited silently on the bench under the tree.

From twilight to midnight, a lot of people came from Lin 47 Lane.

A stern general Huaihua came on behalf of the emperor. A bureaucratic imperial doctor who came to represent the court courtier came, as did the national teacher Li Qingshan, whose face was slightly pale and haggard.

Representatives of the forces of the Datang Empire gathered here only for one purpose, for the rickety old man in Lao Bi Zhai, for the **** wind that the old man had set off in Changan City and Yanjing The case of General Xuanwei's rebellion buried deep in the pile of yellow paper.

For more than a decade, the empire has not delved into that matter, because that matter involved too deep influence, too far-reaching relationship to His Royal Highness the Prince and General Xiahou, and also to the Xiling Temple and a more mysterious source. The Holy See, who has now betrayed the temple and came to Chang'an City in person, where will the princes of the Datang Empire allow him to leave again?

Like this and the big scenes of Chang'an Prefecture and the Yulong Gang today, they are simply not eligible to appear.

These big men, with their respective subordinates, sat expressionlessly under the big umbrella at the end of the alley. Because they did not know the situation in Lao Bi Zhai, no one walked over.

Someone has long noticed that Lao Bi Zhai sat under a gray wall with a high crown and a very fat young man standing underneath the door, but no one dared to doubt this after knowing their identity.

Time passed slowly and the night was full of stars. Li Qingshan walked slowly from the alleyway and walked to the two of them for a hand salute. They didn't say much as they looked silently at the closed door of Laobi Zhai.

Sang Sang did not know that there are so many powerful and secular figures outside of Lao Bi Zhai who keep vigil for herself. She just sleeps with her eyes closed or wants to sleep, thinking that she will not be so sad after falling asleep and thinking if Master knows that the culprit who murdered his family is in Tao Nian shop at this time, he should be sad too?

Sang Sang thought this way between half a dream and half awake. Then she had a dream and dreamed of her biological parents.

Sang Sang does not know who her parents are. She is curious or misses this feeling. Ning Que is only four years older than her after all. It is difficult to completely replace the existence that everyone needs.

Until she met an old man in cotton-and-padded jacket dyed with hot and sour noodle soup in Chang'an City, she felt that the old man was very close. It was a kind of closeness with nature. Unreasonable, unconditional compassion, so she thought she met the existence of her parents, she began to call his teacher.

Sang Sang woke up, and his cheeks were slightly wet.

Silent overnight, as the soy oil lamp gradually turned off, the morning light outside the door gradually flourished.

"There are no people in the temple, you know the style of the empire doing things."

Master Yan Se sighed and said, "We cannot use Xuanqi to fight in Chang'an City. If we start fighting with others, we will only be mortal, but the imperial court cannot let you leave, so it is a deadlock now."

The old man was silent. He knew very well that since he was discovered by Tang Kingdom today, the other party would definitely not allow himself to escape again. Although he is the bright seat of the gods, but when a powerful empire poured out with all his strength, if there was no Changan City With the shelter of the residents inside, he will still be in a desperate situation.

"When I heard you say that, you also gambled when you were in the Song Dynasty."

Master Yan Se looked at him calmly and said, "Bet again, bet on life and death. If you win, you continue to look for the shadow of the night. If you lose, leave your life in Chang'an City. The old things of Lin made a knot, so that the more than 1,000 innocent hún who died innocently because of you can be comforted. "

The old man remained silent.

Master Yan Se looked at his eyes and suddenly said, "For your female disciple, bet against me."

If the old man is thoughtful, he stands up and says, "It's reasonable, admire, and worth it."

There are three words in this sentence. I admire that Yan Se did not hesitate to give up the shocking array of Chang'an City as a background in order to seek the opportunity of World War I. To know that as a commander, Yan Se only needs to be in In Chang'an City, it is naturally invincible. No matter what powerful opponent it encounters, it can at least guarantee its own safety.

And it is worth saying that this time the game of winning and losing life and even life as a bargaining chip, as long as it is for Sang Sang, it is worth doing. As for being reasonable, it is worth the side note: the old man is Bright, he wants to keep the light in Sang Sang's world, then he should finally make a truly bright choice.

In the end, everything is for Sang Sang. This seems unreasonable to many people, but it makes sense to the elderly, it is not worth it to many people, but it is worth it to the elderly.

Sang Sang is a little black girl with black hair. Her hair is a little yellow, which is not very beautiful, not to mention beautiful. It looks very unremarkable.

People who don't know her will treat her as a barnyard grass swaying in the cold wind, and may obliterate the unheard barnyard grass at any time. However, people who really know her will treat her as a treasure. People who really know her in this world, to So far, only her young master Ning Que and her teacher are bright and thunderous.

So when Prince Longqing smiled slightly and threatened her safety with words, Ning Que was anxious and silent on the banks of Daming Lake, trying to break through the situation, and then took the effort to shoot the noble Xiling Goddess into waste.

When Enlightenment made her unhappy and tried to deal with her, the great light priest, without thinking, put the yellow huā fish on the table and did not eat the alley, underscored the monk from an unknown place into Blind.

Chenguang came to Chang'an City and came to Laobi Zhai in Lin 47 Lane.

Master Yan Se and the Grand Priest Guangming finally concluded the negotiations between the old and the hidden, and decided to use a simpler method to resolve Dang Tao's deadlock and write a full stop for more than ten years of history.

The old hand slowly pushed open the door, and the old man looked back and saw that Sang Sang did not know when he came behind him.

I woke up in the middle of the night, and when Taopu heard some slight movements, she woke up and hurried over.

The old man looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "Want to see it?"

Sang Sang nodded vigorously ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The old man glanced at Master Yan Se.

Master Yan Se smiled and said, "She is indeed the best witness."

The old man looked at Sang Sang ’s small face, paused for a moment, and smiled and said, “Bring the new urn, have n’t been lazy with chicken broth, and have no greasy dirt. It should be appropriate to use ash for later.

Master Yan Se listened to this and said, "If there are old urns too, then your little girl has earned a lot of money on the old chicken soup, but I haven't tried your lazy chicken soup."

Sang Sang lowered his head and said softly: "If you don't go out, I will give you lazy chicken soup today."

The old man just loved to look at her, shook his head, and looked at Yan Se: "The old urn has oil, and the ash is easy to stick to the wall."

Master Yan Se flicked his sleeves and laughed and walked out of Laobi Zhai: "The robes in my life have always been stained with oil. I have never been dismissed. Do I still care about the few ash that I turned into after I die? Stained by oil? "! .