The last person who made the request was obviously Chen Pipi. Then he looked at the white and restored the chessboard, his eyebrows were raised as thick as silkworms, and his face was full of frustration and shame. He forgot that he was in this moment.
In an extremely terrifying environment, I thought that this little maid could remember the positions of all the chess pieces just by looking at her. What qualifications do she have to be proud of her head in front of her? What kind of face does she have to say genius?
Old man Wei Guangming looked at Master Yan Se and smiled and said, "I am a very outstanding female disciple."
Master Yan Se looked at the thin figure who disappeared in the backyard and said with emotion: "It's really amazing."
The excellence and greatness of the two old men have nothing to do with Sangsang's shocked mind, but rather, they are talking about a certain temperament that only the elderly in their realm can realize, that kind of seemingly silly because they are absolutely transparent.
In fact, it can accurately and clearly reflect the unique temperament of the world.
Master Yan Se took back the sunlight and looked at the old man and said, "We are all old. Even if we don't fight to death, it will be close to life and death. After all, this is our last meeting, so let's eat a bowl of noodles."
The fragrant fried egg noodles were served, and a bowl of no vinegar, no green onions, and a bowl of noodles spread across the edge of the bowl.
After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the endgame silently, with no number, so they didn't know the outcome.
Then they rejected the reward of Sangsang's new bowl of noodles and then playing a chess game, and began to recall the past.
Sangsang brewed three bowls of tea again, then served a small stool with Chen Pipi, and sat down like a student and listened to the past.
Yan Se and Wei Guangming are the generation who have lived the longest time in Wu Tiandao Sect today. Although one person laughed and the other was imprisoned in the back foot of Taoshan Mountain in the past fourteen years, compared with the time they met, fourteen years were too
The past is very long, and the common memories are extremely rich.
When I was a little Taoist priest, and when I went to Tianyu Academy to make trouble, and when I went to Zhishouguan together, I was awarded the position of great priest, the two old men talked for a long time but had not finished it.
Of course, Master Yan Se, who is a little bit silly, said that the great master of Light just listened with a calm smile. Occasionally, at some moments, he avoided the misunderstanding of the two younger generations, and then he would interrupt and argue, such as the day of the year
The beard of the president of the Yuyuan Academy was burned by the head master now, not by himself using his magical skills. For example, on the way to Zhishouguan, he did not have diarrhea because of nervousness, but was secretly given a cold talisman by Yan Se.
Those naughty little Taoist boys back then have become big figures in the world today. The man who once made a fool of himself in the beard of the president of the Tianyu Academy has become the head of the temple who is not angry and powerful. Some have become Master Yan Se, and some have become
The God of Light, but as long as there have been those times, who can resist not recalling occasionally?
These memories are very warm, with a unique nostalgic smell of dusk.
The great priest of Light looked at the warm twilight outside the old Bizhai, and then realized that before he knew it, time had passed so quickly with these memories, and it had reached the real dusk.
There was a quiet outside the Lao Bizhai at dusk, and no sound could be heard in the Forty-Seven Alley.
The old man looked out the door with a smile and said nothing.
"At that time, we were naughty and naughty, but you were always the smartest and honest one."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said, "I reminded me before, and you realized that Sangsang is indeed very similar to you back then. It is transparent from the inside out and there is no impurities."
The old man looked at Sangsang on the small stool with a loving look and said, "I'm not as good as her."
Master Yan Se said with emotion: "Anyone who can sit on the throne of light must be so transparent? In order to be closer to Wu Tian's essence than us? But what does transparency mean? Can it reflect the original appearance of the world? If the world is black, you
That's also black? That's why so many zodiac signs of light end up astray?"
The old man shook his head and smiled and said, "Transparent means no color, black means no color and no light. And you and I are in this world full of brilliance, and transparency means light, and the enemy of darkness."
Hearing the five words of the dark enemy, Master Yan Se fell into a long silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at the other party with a serious expression and said, "Do you still remember Liansheng?"
The old man was slightly stunned and frowned and said, "How can you not remember?"
Master Yan Se asked, “Is he light or dark?”
The old man shook his head and said, "He was on the throne of the throne of the dictator, and I was on the throne of the light. In my eyes, I saw the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the throne of the thro
The reason why the temple never mentioned this matter or mentioned this person was only concerned about the reputation and reputation of Wu Tiandao Sect, but in my opinion, Liansheng
The thirty-two petals, no matter how dazzling and shiny they are as bright as jade, are just some pastels painted on the petals made of sludge."
Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: "After the destruction of the Demon Sect, the temple recruited many powerful Demon Sect masters. If the light cannot give the dark night any chance, how do you explain this? If the bloody cases of that year were
In order to destroy the shadow of the night, what is the shadow of the temple now?"
The old man said, "It's different. The shadow of the dark night is the son of the king."
Master Yan Se slapped the table with great anger and said, "Why are you so trampling? The underworld is just a legend and has never appeared before! When you, the commander of the sect, caused a bloody storm in Chang'an City, but in the end, it didn't.
What son of the Holy One has found? Why are you still so ridiculous today!”
The old man said: "Feng Shi, both the master and the head of the country believed what I saw in my eyes."
Master Yan Se stared into his eyes and said in a cold voice: "But the result is that you were locked up in You Pavilion!"
The old man looked back at his gaze calmly and said, "I am the light of the world following me, and I will not walk in the darkness. I must obtain the light of life. Those who question me will walk in the darkness and will not be liberated."
Master Yan Se waved his sleeves angrily and shouted: "Then tell me where the shadow of the night you see is! Where the son of the Hades is! You come to Chang'an to think about it.
Kill whom!”
The old man whispered, 'I don't know either."
Hearing this answer, Master Yan Se was stunned, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and looked at his voice trembling and said sadly: "Just for a son of Pluto who you don't even know who you are, and whether it really exists,
The bright priest who was as transparent as glass and as sincere as bright as a bright lamp, turned into a big devil with blood stained with both hands. He was willing to be imprisoned in Youge for fourteen years, which made countless people feel sad. Do you not regret it at all?
Is it?"
The old man was silent for a long time, and occasionally a trace of confusion after introspection flashed across his old cheeks, and then those confusions quickly turned into calm determination: "But the problem is that I know he exists."
Master Yan Se frowned and looked at him, saying, "Who is he?"
The old man looked at the dark night gradually covering Lao Bizhai and said calmly: "Since he is the son of the Holy One, he naturally hides deeply, and he may not even know his true identity until today. Ask me who he is.
,I can't give you the answer now, but since I could see him in Chang'an City, he must have existed. Whether he escaped from the general's mansion or survived by chance in the pile of corpses in Yanjing Village, he was him
.”
Suddenly the old man frowned, looked at Sangsang and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sangsang's slightly dark face turned pale at this time. His little hands tightly held the corners of his clothes, but his expression was calm. After listening to the question, he whispered: "I'm a little tired."
The old man said pitifully: "Then go to bed quickly."
Sangsang turned his head and looked at Master Yan Se, pursing his lips without saying a word.
Master Yan Se sighed and said, "If my disciple knew that I would not let you rest well, I would definitely not let me go. Go to bed with peace of mind. The two of us old guys would not take advantage of your sleep. We will definitely shout.
Wake up you."
The old man looked at Chen Pipi and said, "It's getting late, the person you are waiting for has arrived, let's go."
Chen Pipi wiped off the sweat that seemed to never stop on her forehead today, bowed to the two old men respectfully, and then pushed the door and walked out of Lao Bizhai.
The pine branches of the bacon in the backyard were still smoking. Because I forgot to come to visit me for a while, the smoke became a little big. Perhaps because of this reason, Sangsang's eyes were slightly red by the smoke.
She quietly washed her face and feet, climbed onto the northern kang and crawled into the cold quilt, opened her eyes and looked at the faint starlight outside the window, thinking that Ning Que might start saying again if he looked at the same starlight as himself at this time, he might have started to say it again
Nonsense.
Because of frugality, the kang surface is a bit cold. This year's Chang'an City is colder than last year. She lies for a long time but doesn't feel warm. She can't help but stretch out her hand to put it on her lips and sips of heat.
The starlight shone on the palm of the palm, and the blood marks were all pinched from fingernails.
When she heard the teacher talk about the General's Mansion and Yanjing Village just now, Sangsang felt extremely frightened. If she hadn't used pain to sedate her mind, perhaps her body would have trembled.
She hadn't heard Ning Que talk about the General's Mansion, but she knew, but she didn't ask. Ning Que killed the censor Zhang Yiqi and the blacksmith, and she knew that she even wrote a not-so-good poem.
, but she still didn't ask.
Ning Que didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask, but as Ning Que said, she was not stupid but was a little stupid, and she was smarter than anyone else when she needed to be smart, so Sangsang knew everything.
"Son of Pluto...sounds like something terrible."
Sangsang's little face rubbed against the cold pillow, looked at the winter stars falling in front of the window, and murmured to himself: "But I have lived with you for so many years, but I can only secretly go together.
Live."
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