Mao Xiaodong appeared in the Yajing courtyard and saw a young man in white who was humming a tune. He was sitting cross-legged on a stone bench, facing the chess game, with his hands spread out and placed on the edge of the black and white chess box. He was thinking deeply at the same time.
, his fingers gently tapped the chess pieces, making overlapping crisp sounds.
After the tall old man appeared, Cui Dongshan asked softly: "What happened? Did Uncle Li Er demolish the palace?"
Mao Xiaodong came to the stone table and glanced at the chess game where the outcome was becoming clearer. He didn't see much clarity, so he stopped worrying and sat aside, "What are you, or you two, planning?
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Cui Dongshan didn't turn his head, but tsked: "It's only been a few days since I arrived at Donghua Mountain, and I'm already worrying about the Sui Dynasty? Xiaodong, I'm not telling you, it's okay to be dissatisfied with the new. Fortunately, you can get tired of the old so quickly, but...
That’s not kind.”
Mao Xiaodong slapped his palm on the stone table.
All the chess pieces jumped up from the chessboard and hovered in the air, black high and white low, like two superimposed pictures. But no matter how Mao Xiaodong looked horizontally or vertically, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any more mystery. He snorted.
With a sound, the chess piece fell back to its original place instantly, without missing a beat.
Cui Dongshan always maintained his previous weird posture, "Let Cliff Academy do what it wants. It's just a matter of soldiers coming to block the water and covering it up with soil. What's the point of just eating carrots and worrying about it? Could it be that if Da Li annexed Sui Dynasty, Cliff Academy would be gone? I don't see it.
Well, since the Great Sui Dynasty can't give you the status of one of the seventy-two academies, if you return to the Great Li Dynasty in the future, you'll have to live under someone else's roof, which is pretty much the same anyway."
Mao Xiaodong said sternly: "In the academy, the emphasis is on students and masters, not on the four words Shanya Academy! Not to mention the Sui students in the academy, the group of children who followed me out of Dali are still here today.
They look so immature, but how can their spirit withstand so many hardships!"
Cui Dongshan slowly retracted his hand, but held on to a handful of chess pieces, which creaked in his palm. He turned to look at the furious Mao Xiaodong,
Cui Dongshan's face remained normal and he smiled and said: "That's quite righteous and awe-inspiring, but it's a pity that your knowledge, Mao Xiaodong, is limited after all, and you think about things too superficially and too closely."
The tall old man sneered: "You, Mr. Cui, can only think as far as you want."
Cui Dongshan stood up, held the chess piece in his hand, walked slowly around the stone bench, and joked: "The temple is not with the monks, the monks are not with the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddhist scriptures are not with the Dharma, and the Dharma is not with the Buddha."
Cui Dongshan raised his head, put one hand behind his back, and gently twisted his wrist with the other hand, and walked leisurely: "Everything with potential should be viewed in this way. When will you really figure out the meaning of the academy's existence? Cliff Academy
Only then can we truly find an invincible place. As for which family, which surname and which country we are on, it doesn’t matter."
Mao Xiaodong sneered and said: "When Shanya Academy is a school, no matter how wind blows or rains, I will never fall down?"
Cui Dongshan stopped, stared at the tall old man across a stone table and a chessboard, and asked: "Why not?"
Cui Dongshan took a step forward gently, "Let's take a look?"
Mao Xiaodong looked solemn, shook his head and said, "You are standing and talking without back pain."
Cui Dongshan also shook his head and said: "You really should meet my husband Chen Pingan."
The early winter sun hung high in the sky, and the sunshine shone warmly on the tall old man. The old man smiled and said: "Chen Ping'an is naturally good at allowing Qi Jingchun to entrust him with important tasks, but you are definitely a dog who can't change his habit of eating shit.
What are you planning?"
Cui Dongshan smiled and scolded: "Hey, hey, Xiaodong, you have read all your knowledge on dogs. It's okay, no problem, but don't take me with you casually."
Mao Xiaodong didn't want to quarrel with this guy here, so he stood up and said, "If you throw that little shit knowledge of yours on the ground, even the dogs on the roadside will take a bite out of it."
Cui Dongshan laughed and said: "Jealous, jealous."
Mao Xiaodong strode out of the courtyard, turning his back to Cui Dongshan, "Li Er forced his way into the palace. The heat is just right. Don't push yourself too far. If you cause any trouble in the future, I will ask you for it. Don't blame me for not saying hello to you beforehand."
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Cui Dongshan looked at the back and said awkwardly: "Isn't this bad? What does Uncle Li Er want to do? How can I, a little ant in the ninth realm, stop him? If my husband were here, it wouldn't be difficult. He could be calm and reasonable.
Better than me."
Mao Xiaodong turned to look at the guy with a pretentious look on his face, and said calmly: "If possible, I really want to smash your head to see what's inside."
Cui Dongshan stretched out a hand, raised his orchid fingers, and said shyly: "I hate it."
Mao Xiaodong turned around and left with a dark face. The old man looked disgusted as if he had stepped on some pulpy dog ​​poop.
After Mao Xiaodong left, Cui Dongshan sat back on the stone bench. His fist holding the chess pieces hovered over the chessboard, leaking out the chess pieces one by one. Seven or eight chess pieces fell on the chessboard in one breath. They were all white, so this
The game of chess was played very irregularly. In the end, Cui Dongshan squatted on the stone bench with his hands empty, his chin resting on his knees, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
As Mao Xiaodong said, there are really not many people in the world who can figure out what "Cui Chan" is thinking.
Maybe Qi Jingchun is the only exception.
There were soft and even footsteps from the courtyard gate. Thank you for returning from get out of class. After putting down your belongings, you began to clean up the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
The broom brushed the ground, and a breeze blew up.
Cui Dongshan murmured: "It also started at the end of the year. A strong wind passed by, thunder bursts, rolling stones cut down trees, and killed the forest. Although it has declined and dried up, the charm is still there. The female wind just passes through the shabby alleys, moves the sand, and blows away the dead ashes.
It's so turbid that even though it's at its peak, it's still not worth mentioning. Thank you, do you think the Great Li or the Great Sui are better?"
This was the first time that the girl was asked questions by Cui Dongshan Zheng'er. She was flattered for a moment, holding a broom in her arms, and felt uneasy. Fortunately, she was born with a quick mind, and she had made up her mind before that she would never go to spend time with this young master.
Thinking too much is useless anyway, so it is better to be straightforward and say and do whatever comes to mind. At worst, you will get a beating and avoid making people laugh. So she replied: "Da Sui is suitable for settling down and settling down, and life here is very comfortable.
Da Li is suitable for careerists and conspirators. Now it is both internal and external, so it is more powerful, full of vitality, and full of offensiveness. The most terrifying thing is that Da Li has now begun to gradually control the forces in the mountains within the territory, and is getting closer and closer to the true master of a country.
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Cui Dongshan nodded, not saying whether he was right or wrong, but he rarely said anything to ridicule the girl.
The girl was convinced that this method still works! Yu Lu was indeed right. When getting along with this person, you must force yourself to think more clearly and force yourself to be more short-sighted.
Suddenly Cui Dongshan asked: "Why don't you hang yourself? I've been waiting to help you collect your body for a long time. Then I will carry your body down the mountain. While shedding sad tears, I accused Cai Jingshen, that old bastard, of being too
You are so shameless that you actually sneaked into the academy and attacked a charcoal girl like you who has an evil-looking appearance, causing you to commit suicide in shame and anger. Then I will have another fight with him to avenge you."
The girl was stunned.
Cui Dongshan turned his head and said, "Because that night, I announced to the public that you were my disciple and had to lend you so many magic weapons. Master, I felt very unhappy."
The girl with the green bamboo flute hanging around her waist continued to clean the yard.
Cui Dongshan glanced at the girl's graceful figure and suddenly added: "If my grandson Cai Jingshen climbs a mountain at night and breaks into your house, he will actually not lose anything."
The girl raised her head and stared blankly at Cui Dongshan.
Cui Dongshan stared at those beautiful eyes and said regretfully: "These are the only eyes you have left, which are worthy of the name Xie Lingyue."
The girl was about to cry, lowered her head and said nothing, and continued sweeping the floor.
Cui Dongshan sighed, waved his hand gently, and put the chessboard and chess box together with the square jade seal in his sleeve, "You are not sweeping the floor, you are clearly trying to spoil your son's interest. That's all, go back to the house and read a book."
Arriving in the empty main room, there was a thatched futon on a big straw mat. Cui Dongshan waved his sleeves and pulled out a Confucian classic from a hill in the corner. He lay quietly in front of him, and then started to read for a while.
The style of calligraphy appeared, swirling around the handsome young man in white.
The book-turning wind began to turn the pages of the book.
Cui Dongshan began to study.
Whenever this happens, the girl Xie Xie will sit quietly at the door, in a peaceful mood, because only at this time, the guy will not target her. And not only is this the first time she has seen it with her own eyes, but she has never even heard of it.
Who can read such a bizarre world just by reading?
Just like today.
After turning the first page, Cui Dongshan recited softly with extremely unique rhythm. The words were like real raindrops, falling on the page. Then, between the pages, a lotus appeared, swaying.
Posture, unusually agile.
As the pages turned, time passed slowly.
Between the lines on the page, there is a scene of the two armies confronting each other. The military officers and soldiers are far smaller than grains of rice, but their momentum is like steel and iron horses, fighting vertically and horizontally. The yellow mist above the page is like the yellow sand rising thousands of miles on the real battlefield.
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There was also a graceful woman no more than an inch tall, carrying a flower basket, and came from the pages of the book.
There are also wild men with big beards, with their chests and abdomen exposed, as if they are beating the drums and singing loudly.
On the page of the book, there is an old woman fidgeting with her clothes. If you listen carefully, you can really hear the mysterious sound.
There were two or two children riding bamboo horses to chase and play.
There are skeletons holding swords and knives, walking among the tombs.
A master sat upright, twirling his beard in deep thought, as if he was contemplating words.
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To be continued...