Chapter 117: The Immature Little Girl's Untimely Peach
Three copper coins turned into six, scattered around the chessboard without a trace of aura.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes understood what the copper coin was made of, but he didn't understand what kind of force was needed to break it off.
When the middle-aged man in gray clothes was shocked, the face of the old man in Taoist robes became even more beautiful. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
The middle-aged man in gray clothes slapped the old man suddenly, laughed and said: "Alive."
The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said anxiously: "My innate black iron copper coin."
The man in gray laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as the empire lasts, there is no treasure left."
The old man only said that it was useless to continue talking. What this man only cared about was the survival of the Song Dynasty, and he didn't care at all about other people's gains and losses.
The old man lowered his head helplessly, not knowing whether he was secretly sad about the magic weapon passed down by this master, or he was watching the turn of events in the chessboard.
The copper coin fragments are scattered everywhere on the chessboard, seemingly without any order. And the road is open, and it seems that the person indicated by the hexagram will surely achieve success in the future.
However, upon closer inspection, the three roads leading to the tortoise shell were actually blocked by the tortoise shell.
The old man murmured softly: "Is there a mystery here?"
The middle-aged man in gray clothes saw that the old man's face was full of doubts, so he also looked at the changes on the chessboard.
After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "The mystery lies with Your Majesty, but I don't know whether it is good or bad."
The old man sighed and said: "This situation seems to be bad, which means that the Imperial Capital has stopped that person. But looking at it from another way, it cannot be said that the person is not closer to the Imperial Capital."
The old man did not directly say who stopped him, but just used the word "imperial capital" to cover it up. In essence, he meant the king of the Song Dynasty, the one who sat in the court and ruled the world.
Although the king of this generation is mediocre and unkind, he is a descendant of the Song Dynasty after all, and loyalty to the king is the foundation of ministers.
Therefore, even though three of the four most powerful families were involved in this rebellion, and even mysterious monks from the foreign country were involved, the Imperial Master and the head of the Shangguan family, who were ministers of the Song Dynasty, were still loyal kings without hesitation.
The old man in Taoist robes is the current imperial advisor, and the middle-aged man in gray clothes is the patriarch of the Shangguan family.
It is taboo for the Imperial Master to talk about His Majesty's right and wrong. Naturally, the Shangguan clan leader knew this, but he did not tell the truth.
He only said: "I hope it will turn around for the better, but it depends on your efforts, National Master."
The Imperial Master smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive these ten years."
The Shangguan clan leader's eyes were dim and he whispered: "That person listens to your words the most. We reckless men can only work hard outside, and everything inside and outside depends on you."
The Imperial Master lowered his head, let out a long sigh, and looked out the window at the foot of the tower. It was already autumn, and the yellow leaves seemed to be declining bit by bit like an empire.
The shopkeeper of a shop on the corner of the street is getting very old. In recent days, he feels that his end is approaching. He can only hope that he can wait until next spring, maybe there is still hope of continuing.
The Imperial Master suddenly said: "General Lan is the strongest man in the empire, how could he be hurt by those people?"
Chief Shangguan thought for a moment and replied: "The Kyoto Prefectural Government went to investigate and said that there may be monks from other regions involved in this matter."
The Imperial Master said: "The token has also disappeared?"
The Shangguan clan leader nodded in acquiescence.
The imperial master knocked on the railing on the window, stirring up the dust and creating a haze of light under the sunlight.
He said: "You should just know that it is not just a military symbol, it is an illusion that is only spread to the outside world."
The face of the Shangguan clan leader changed slightly and he said doubtfully: "The gate to the outside world will be opened in a hundred years. What should I do if the demon soldiers attack without a token this time?"
The Imperial Master nodded heavily, looked at the blue sky of the empire through the window, and showed a bitter smile.
"I have a familiar feeling about the person shown in the hexagram, but I don't know if I know him. However, I only hope that he can protect the empire as shown in the hexagram."
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The northwest of the Song Dynasty is full of beautiful mountains and forests.
What kind of strange mountains and rocks line the sky and the earth, and the scenery is very beautiful. However, there are many natural and man-made disasters here, so the population is sparse, and there are also a lot fewer monks.
When there are fewer people, there will naturally be less chaos, and there will be less intrigue and more kindness between people.
The mountains and forests are rich in spiritual herbs, which have many benefits for healing injuries and strengthening the body.
It was late autumn, and the forest was covered with fallen leaves. A woman in a blue dress was stepping on the fallen leaves.
From time to time, she used the sickle in her hand to open up the branches piled on the roadside, and from time to time she squatted down to pick something.
The woman's face is delicate and a bit childish. She looks like she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the look of perseverance in her eyes is extremely inconsistent with her age.
The woman frowned, as if she couldn't find what she was looking for, and murmured from time to time: "The village chief said there is a spirit-repelling grass here, how could it be that there isn't?"
While talking, she continued to turn over the fallen leaves and dead branches. When she turned over the dead branches for an unknown number of times, the woman's frown finally relaxed, giving way to a sweet smile.
She squatted slightly, gently opened the dead branches, put her thin little hands into the dead branches, completely ignoring the insects inside, picked up one of the dead branches, smiled faintly, stood up and walked toward the way she came.
Go.
The road was long and quiet, and I didn't see anyone for a long time.
I don’t know how long I walked, but when the willow tree tilted its head toward the sun, a peach blossom forest appeared.
The woman hummed a little tune, quickened her pace, and moved quickly along the stream.
I don’t know why the peach blossoms are still blooming so well even though it’s already autumn. The wind blows and a few peach blossoms fall into the water, causing no ripples but adding a bit of tranquility.
At the end of the peach blossoms is the village, with fertile fields of mulberry and bamboo, endless traffic, and the sight of chickens and dogs, making it feel like a world away from home.
Whichever chimney sends out a plume of smoke first, all the chimneys will follow.
The woman walked quickly along the field path and headed towards a small wooden house.
There is a yard in front of the wooden house. The yard is not big, but it is very clean. There are also a few peach blossoms in the yard.
The woman quickly walked into the yard and opened the wooden door.
The room is very elegant, filled with a light herbal aroma, and a subtle peach blossom aroma.
There was a large wooden barrel in the house, and a person was placed in the barrel. The reason why I said it was because the person's eyes were closed and he seemed to have fainted.
The man was wearing torn clothes, and the clothes were vaguely purple, but because they were stained with blood, they looked black.
Through the torn clothes, long wounds can be seen underneath.
The woman sighed, neatly put the collected herbs into the barrel, closed the door gently, and walked out.
Waves of water mist gradually rose from the barrel, and the water in the barrel seemed to have boiled.
The man was not afraid of the boiling water at all and still closed his eyes tightly.
Suddenly, a jade pendant floated in the water in the barrel. The jade pendant was very delicate, beautiful and looked very expensive.
Black light emitted from the jade pendant, and the dark light enveloped the young man in the barrel, and white air continued to fall.
The scars on the young man's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally became completely better, as if he had never been injured.
At this moment, the young man finally opened his eyes with difficulty. He raised his hand to take the jade pendant and looked around to make sure there was no danger before closing his eyes again.
"There are clean clothes on the table. You can change into them yourself and come out to eat later."
A soft voice came into the wooden house from outside.