When Xia Lianggui heard Qing Qing's words, he was startled at first. The arm raised high in the air stiffened and seemed to be stunned, then slowly fell to his side. Then he heard Xia Chess stepping on Qing Qing step by step.
On the stone road in front of him, he fell to the ground silently: "Yes. I don't know if you guessed it yourself, or if your uncle told you before. This old guy's not very useful ability is indeed from the same school as the current Mr. Ruo.
It can be considered that I learned it from Tiankeju. But the old man has only one thing to tell you - old man, when I became a disciple of Mi Yu, I respected my teacher and practiced hard, and I never did anything to disgrace my teacher.
, a shameful thing that is worse than a beast. But the old man wandered around, made friends with chess players all over the world, and recognized Linghu Ziqi on the night screen. He also has an open heart and lives an upright life!"
After saying this, Liang Gui's figure was already in front of Qingqing, and a huge black shadow completely blocked all the faint moonlight: "Therefore, young hero, you don't have to use Tiankeju to irritate me, an old guy.
, let alone your plan to seek glory as a seller! Generations of descendants of Linghu have produced sages, why is it that the head of Ziqin has taught a disciple like you, a wolf-hearted disciple like you!"
As Liang Gui spoke, Qingqing felt that she was instantly enveloped by a cold air. The words spoken by the old chess player made sense, but each word stuck in her heart. For a moment, Qingqing felt
Qing only felt that the old and tall figure of Xia Qishi was like an ancient pine, standing tall and majestic beside the cold West Lake. The light made Qing Qing couldn't help but close her eyes and feel the east wind blowing from the standing banyan tree.
Brush it on your face.
But no words came out of his mouth, he just cried silently.
Liang Gui stood still and said in a deep voice: "When I was young, I traveled around the world. The leaders of all the sects couldn't stand my short stature and ugly appearance, so they refused to meet me. I didn't even have a chance to play against the best players in the sect.
No. Only your master and uncle respect the old man as a senior, he is humble and polite, and he never neglects. With these, the old man has decided the blood feud between your Linghu family! As for you——"
Qingqing didn't need to raise his head to hear that a chess piece was being handed out of his sleeve and was held between the chess player's two fingers.
"Your fellow sect members were killed by the West Lake sword, but after only three or four years, you rushed to join the sect and did something that was so humiliating to the sect. With such behavior, I will never let you stay! Look!
When you have a fight with Master Ziqin, the old man will give you a chance to end things on your own."
Then the chess player flashed the chess piece in his sleeve from his fingertips, his eyes showing a little light of perseverance: "Go by yourself!"
Hearing the direction of the chess piece, Qingqing sighed and did not pick it up. Instead, he avoided his body and allowed the white chess piece to draw a line of light and shadow and hit the thick wall behind him, drilling a hole several inches deep.
Qingqing shook off the dust on his clothes, stood up unsteadily, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you, senior, for giving me death. It's just that since my disciple fell from Lingdeng Cliff three years ago, he has lost all his internal strength.
I'm afraid that it will be difficult to kill with just one chess piece. Please trouble the chess player to take action and send the disciple to see the master."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to reach for the sword at his waist, but there was only an empty hilt left. The sword body fell somewhere during the dispute in the teahouse. Qingqing still took off the hilt -
- At this time, I don’t want to take on the smell of West Lake.
Then Qingqing shook his head, smiled faintly, and whispered: "Master is on Dongshan Mountain. Qingqing doesn't want to see the moon in the west at this moment." After that, he turned around and vaguely looked at the moonlight shining into the east. In the lake water, there was floating light and gold, shimmering with a warm luster. Qingqing closed her eyes, but she did not hear the sound of the chess pieces coming out of their sleeves. Instead, she heard the Xia chess player asked leisurely:
"When did you fall from Lingdeng Cliff?"
"On the last night when Lirong Mountain was besieged, the disciple ran out of string swords and could not protect the white jade flute, so he took the wooden stick and jumped into the sea to die. Unexpectedly, General Shen from West Lake missed his old love and picked up one of his disciples Life."
"Heh, it's General Xihu again." Qing Qing turned his back to the chess player. Although he couldn't see his face, he could still imagine the contemptuous sneer on his face, "Who was General Kong who was protecting you when the fire burned in the southern forest earlier? Later, at the foot of Lirong Mountain, you went down the mountain without authorization and rescued General An. Why did General Shen appear now? Young hero was so young that he got entangled with so many generals Mi Yu. The old man couldn't believe it. The hero is in West Lake, and his connections are so wide!"
Hearing him mention his brother general, Qing Qing was speechless for a moment, but he couldn't help but feel depressed. He sighed and said, "Chess Master, let me give this disciple a ride. If the chess master's hands are dirty, the disciple will be held responsible for the crime in the next life." be punished."
But there was still silence behind Qingqing, and the short-lived severe pain he imagined did not come.
I don't know how long it took before I heard Xia Chessman exhale softly: "Turn around." Qingqing turned around and heard the old Chessman continue: "If the young knight still has any conscience against Rongshan, then Follow the old thing. If you don't want to, the old thing will definitely splatter blood within three steps. It's your choice whether to go or not." After that, he raised his legs and left.
Qingqing didn't even think about it, and hurriedly followed the chess player, doing as he was told. After taking a few steps, Qingqing felt that her violent heartbeat had calmed down slightly, and there was even a hint of joy in her heart——
Although he almost died just now, at least Xia Chessman is still alive. Siyuan is right, as long as he lives, who knows what will happen in the future. After all, if he died too early, I am afraid that today, Chessman will take his life and send him back There is no chance around Master.
And Li Rongshan is not like what the world says, where the entire mountain is exterminated and no one is left alive.
That night, Dou Jie, regardless of the danger around him, locked up the teahouse overnight and ran to the dark street alone. Fortunately, the second watch had just passed and the third watch had not yet risen, so every household on the street was sleeping soundly. No one paid attention to the subtle sound of running on the bluestone road. General Dou was so anxious that he ran out of breath and almost hit the door of Shen Mansion. As soon as he raised his hand, he heard someone inside the door. Whispering:
"Why hasn't Young Master Linghu come back tonight?"
"If it's the third watch and there's still no one around, why don't we tell the general?"
"No. The young hero said before that the general and his wife have been worried and tired recently. No matter how late she comes back, she cannot tell the general."
"Oh! Then this is..." Before he could finish his sentence, a long-awaited knock on the door finally came from outside the courtyard.
This sound was very different from what it sounded before, but it was exactly what the general had promised. First two sounds, then two more sounds, and finally a soft sound. After a moment of hesitation, the two gatekeepers winked. Holding a wooden stick and hiding behind the door, the other person gently pulled out the door latch. Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened a crack, a figure rushed out like lightning——
Before the two of them could react, a strange figure landed directly in the courtyard. Judging from the slender back of the figure, he definitely did not look like Young Hero Linghu.
The two guards guarding the door were about to rush forward, but unexpectedly, the man strode into General Shen's room without even saying hello: "General Shen, General Shen, wake up! Something big is going to happen!"
Xuan Ming was in the house just now and couldn't sleep well. Hearing the knock on the door, he quickly sat up. Seeing Qiu'er sleeping soundly with her head tilted to one side, he slightly straightened her body, then put on her clothes and went out. Who knows Just as he was about to arrive at the courtyard, he almost bumped into Dou Jie's slender face. Xuan Ming's heart suddenly rose to his throat:
"What happened?"
"Young Master Linghu is missing! Most likely, he was taken away by someone from Tiankeju!"
Qingqing followed Liang Gui and felt that the chess player's pace was not too fast. He barely managed to take a breath and could keep up. Although he did not dare to say a word, Qingqing still felt a warmth spreading in his heart. Coming out, it was like the feeling of meeting again after a long separation on Lirong Mountain. In this short moment, a lot of it came back.
As they walked, Qingqing concentrated on the sounds coming from the streets and alleys. The two of them walked without hesitation on the invisible streets. Qingqing was afraid that someone would suddenly come out from the roadside and be caught off guard. .
But looking at the old chess player's determined back, he didn't seem to want to dodge others.
Although Qingqing usually doesn't know the direction, at this moment, the moisture around him is getting heavier and heavier, and he can feel it. The old chess player keeps walking towards the lake. As the moisture continues to pour into Qingqing's throat and bone marrow, , Qingqing only felt that the old injuries on her shoulders and palms suddenly woke up, and they hurt all over her body.
If you are alone in the house on weekdays, and it rains, you can only bite the quilt and hold back the sweat to get some relief. But at this moment, the old chess player keeps walking, how dare Qing Qing slow down him by three steps? ? One side endured the pain, and the other side gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength. After reaching the mountains, the river was turbulent, and he reached an uninhabited place. Liang Gui suddenly stopped and turned around:
"What’s wrong with you?"
Qingqing shook his head: "It's okay."
"Are you injured?"
"Well..." No matter how much she endured, Qingqing couldn't restrain herself, and big beads of sweat sprang out one by one on her forehead, "They are all old injuries. I can't stand the moisture, so it doesn't matter."
Hearing what Qingqing said, Liang Gui couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked her up and down: "So, you never told your master about the internal injuries caused by poisoning in the early years?" Qingqing hesitated for a moment and spoke. He said: "Master has always known exactly what happened at the foot of the mountain. Even if the disciple didn't tell me, Master would have already guessed it."
Liang Gui sneered: "The water vapor in the West Lake is heavy, which is really embarrassing for the young hero. He is in such pain, but he still has to linger and breathe to save himself a life. He is so stubborn, after all, he is like Linghu's queen. people."
Qingqing wanted to defend himself, but the little bit of pain in his veins was constantly extending to the bones all over his body. He seemed to be able to hear the "crunching" sound of the joints everywhere, and had to hold his breath to endure the pain, unable to say a word. .
Without any explanation, Xia Qishi grabbed her hand and clasped two fingers on the Shenmen point on her wrist. Liang Gui frowned, and with a slight exertion of his fingertips, a cool breeze of internal energy was introduced. into Qingqing's veins. At this moment, the moonlight was like water, and Qingqing finally saw the chess player's face clearly.
In the four years since Li Rongshan fell, Xia Qishi has obviously aged a lot. Wrinkles on his face have crawled around his facial features, and his eyes have inevitably been cast into white shadows.
The chess player used to have long black hair, but within four years, it had turned completely white.
Unknowingly, Qingqing seemed to feel that the chess player's fingertips on his wrist still retained the warmth of a thick callus. Such a callus could only be achieved by lifting the chess piece from the chess case for a long time and then dropping it on the chess piece without hesitation.
On the chessboard, it starts over and over again, and it takes many years to stay.
Qing Qing once heard that the calluses on the fingertips of a true chess player will not fade away even if they can no longer hold the chess pieces.
Xia Chessman closed his eyes and quietly felt the beating of Qingqing's pulse on his wrist. No matter how fast the days change or the vicissitudes of life, some people and things will not change from generation to generation.