Qizhou Fucheng.

As the New Year approaches, and because there has been no news about the foreign races in the Northern Wilderness recently, everyone is beaming with joy, and the atmosphere becomes more and more lively and joyful.

A teahouse in Nancheng was full of people and noisy.

It was mid-afternoon, and many people came here after dinner to listen to books and read, while killing the boring time of the afternoon.

The business was extremely prosperous, and several of the clerks were so busy that they were sweating profusely, and there was no time to stop and rest from the beginning to the end.

On the second floor of the tea house, there is a simple and elegant private room.

Wei Rongxing held a chess piece in his hand and looked at it for a long time without being able to drop it.

It wasn't until the tea cup in his hand had lost its heat that he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "My girl's chess skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past few days, and the old man is no longer a match for me."

Sun Xiyue, who was sitting across from me, smiled slightly and said, "If I may offend Uncle Wei, I used to know how to play chess, but I forgot all about it. I just learned it again in the past two days.

Going through the whole process, constantly forgetting and reminiscing, it was quite an interesting experience.”

"It took less than two days to reach this level. The girl is so talented. It's really surprising."

Wei Rongxing was not particular about it. He directly picked up the cup and drank the cold tea in one gulp. "Would you like another cup?"

"No, I'm leaving."

She stood up slowly from her seat, her eyes still falling on the chessboard, "In the past two days, we played a total of fifty games, and I lost forty-nine. I was very satisfied to win one game in the end.

It is also consistent with the principle that the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and humans can escape one of them."

"It's a cold winter, and the New Year is approaching. Where are you going, girl?"

Speaking of this, Wei Rongxing showed a gentle smile and said, "If there is nothing particularly urgent, the girl can stay in the teahouse for a little longer.

It is better to watch the people coming and going and the bustle below every day than to be alone and wandering outside."

"I'm going to Mozhou. First I'll visit Dingxuan Mountain, and then I'll relive the old days of Luo Cha."

Sun Xiyue went to the room where she lived, and when she came back she had a rolled scroll in her hand.

"This is an unexpected encounter. I would like to express my gratitude to Uncle Wei for his warm hospitality during the past two days, which saved me from having to eat and sleep in the open."

After thinking silently for a moment, she placed the scroll on the table, "After I leave, Uncle Wei may be confused and doubtful for no reason, but it doesn't matter. When Wei Daozi comes down from Qinglin Mountain, the problem should be solved."

Sun Xiyue gave a slight salute, slowly turned around and left, and disappeared within a moment.

Wei Rongxing still sat motionless.

It took a long time before he suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked at the incomprehensible chess game in front of him with some confusion. He couldn't remember who he was sitting and talking with just now.

Suddenly, he saw the picture scroll next to the chessboard.

I slowly opened it with doubts, and suddenly a group of disturbing lines came into view.

Wei Rongxing frowned and stared for a long time.

"What is this painting?"

"It's just a mess, and it's worse than a child crawling around on it with a brush."

"The quality of the paper and the scroll is unknown, but it definitely feels extraordinary. If I had sold the blank scroll directly, I could have made a few taels of silver, but it was a pity that it was wasted by ignorant people."

With a look of pity on his face, he rolled up the picture again. He originally wanted to throw it directly in the teahouse box, but he didn't know why but was reluctant to part with it. He always felt that he had forgotten someone and something, and this picture was the key clue.

one.

At dusk, the sky gradually darkened.

The hustle and bustle of Fucheng has come to an end, and the tranquility of winter nights will soon usher in.

Wei Rongxing returned home at this time.

He opened the bag of nuts he had just bought on the road, put each nut into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Didn't my father not like eating these nuts before? Why did he change his habit this time when he came back?"

A familiar voice quietly sounded and reached Wei Rongxing's ears.

He was still a little dazed in silence, but after hearing this, he suddenly became energetic and asked, "Brother Tao is back?"

"Didn't father go out today?" Wei Tao entered the main room with a smile.

"I went out and came back early."

Wei Rongxing pointed to the bag of nuts on the table, "Recently I always feel that I have forgotten some things. After thinking about it, it may be because I am older and my memory is not very good.

I heard Nan Xingshou mention that eating these things is useful, so I bought some at the shop to try them."

"The pills I brought home also have the effect of replenishing qi and nourishing energy. Has dad been taking them?"

Wei Tao thought for a moment, "When I return to the mountain gate this time, I will ask the teacher if there is any special recipe."

"Brother Tao, don't worry. In fact, it's not a big deal. It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Wei Rongxing stood up as he spoke, "Let's go, your mother called for dinner. We have prepared enough bacon for you these days, and it tastes pretty good with your meals."

Wei Tao nodded, followed and was about to go out, but suddenly turned back.

He stood motionless in the main room, and even slowly closed his eyes after a moment, sensing something carefully.

"Brother Tao, what's wrong?" Wei Rongxing said.

"Has anyone been to the house lately?"

Wei Tao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his expression becoming serious at this moment.

"Except for Master Shang and Xiao Mu, no one else has been here." Wei Rongxing's tone was very sure.

"Someone may have been here, but they were not found."

"However, if even Shang Bian and the others are not aware of it, things will be a bit troublesome."

"Could it be that during my battle with the Northern Wilderness Lieutenant General, I was eroded by the other party's Yang pole artistic conception, and it has not fully returned to normal until now?"

Wei Tao frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he asked again, "Has anything strange happened at home recently?"

"What's really weird about it is that I always feel like I've forgotten something, and I can't remember it no matter how hard I recall it."

Wei Rongxing hesitated and waited for a moment before saying, "It's just like I took a nap in a teahouse today. When I woke up, I saw a chessboard in front of me and a messy picture scroll, but there was no interaction with anyone.

The memory of the game."

As he spoke, he opened the wooden cabinet and took out the rolled scroll.

When he spoke again, he still felt a little regretful, "It's a very good material, but it's a pity that it was ruined by random scribblings."

Wei Tao took the scroll and slowly unfolded it.

boom!

Countless lines seem to come alive.

Twisted and tangled before my eyes, dancing wildly.

Behind these lines, he vaguely saw a pair of eyes slowly opening, which seemed to contain everything, but seemed empty and nothing existed.

The moment their eyes met, Wei Tao used the Observation of Spirits and Qi technique, and he felt a coldness rushing towards his face, as if he had suddenly come from a spring-like greenhouse into a world of ice and snow.

Immediately afterwards, scenes appeared from those eyes.

He followed that gaze, wandered among the mountains, experienced battle after battle, defeated enemies one after another, and fought against spiritual wills one after another, as if it would never end or stop.

Such immersive experiences, like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, made him feel a little confused and confused, not knowing which side was illusion and which side was reality.

Time passed little by little.

Until Zheng Suyun's shout came again.

Wei Tao suddenly came back to his senses.

He closed the picture scroll with a reassuring and peaceful smile on his face, "Father, can't you remember who forgot this picture in the teahouse?"

Wei Rongxing nodded, "I've been thinking about it all afternoon and can't remember it. Could it be that Xiao Tao knows this person?"

"I don't know if it's her."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes and slowly left the main room, "If it were her, then many things would make sense."

"Is she Brother Tao's friend or enemy?" Wei Rongxing asked in a low voice, confused.

"Father, don't worry. She is an old friend of mine. It's just that we haven't seen each other for a long time and have become a little alienated."

After having dinner together, Wei Tao chatted with his family for a while, then returned to another small courtyard not far away and once again opened the scroll full of twisted and tangled lines.

The moonlight is like water, and the night wind is cold and cool.

It was warm as spring inside and the lights were brightly lit.

Under the illumination of orange candlelight, two scrolls with the same twisted lines were placed side by side. Wei Tao sat on a wooden chair beside him, focusing all his attention on them.

After a long time, he looked away and sighed tiredly.
To be continued...