Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter One Hundred Alleys
"I heard they are playing chess."
"It's over at dusk."
"Lian still has to drag you to accompany me to finish this game of chess."
"Your Majesty, there will always be a time to finish the chess."
"I can't sleep well tonight, so I have to think of some ways to get through this time."
In the imperial study deep in the imperial city, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Zhongyi, looked at the chessboard of the Tang Dynasty and said annoyedly. The chessboard began during the day, but it was not yet in the middle of the game late at night, which really made him feel a little impatient.
The monk Boxer smiled bitterly and replied: "Under the axis, when you reach the level of the God of Light and Master Yan Se, you are already considered out of the world. No matter how we are in the world, it has nothing to do with that.
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The atmosphere in Chang'an City is tense and depressing tonight. Apart from the shop near the Forty-Seventh Alley, the palace is naturally the most strictly guarded place. According to the rules, since the national teacher Li Qingshan is not there, Monk Duo Yang, as the Imperial Brother, will never leave His Majesty.
The emperor attached himself and stretched out his hand to put the chess piece that was in the turbulent body. He walked out of the imperial study and stood in the storm of the snow tree. He quietly looked at the Chang'an City under the dark night, and suddenly spoke, "Do you believe in the legend of the invasion of the underworld?"
The monk Heshi of Box Yang was silent for a moment and shook his head.
A gust of night wind passed by, and His Majesty the Emperor coughed, and the cough became louder and louder. Finally, he bent down in pain. He waved his hand to drive away the eunuchs and palace maids who heard the sound, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped it.
He looked at the deep night and said, "Lian just hopes that if the underworld is not a legend, if it is not a legend, he will come sooner."
The monk Box Yang heard the ominous meaning hidden in His Majesty's words. He thought of Xiantao's cough and frowned slightly. He looked at the emperor's back and said worriedly: "Your Majesty's physical deficiency and coldness attacks, so he should go back to the house."
The emperor shook his head slowly and said, "The Master once said that the coldness in my body is not serious. As long as I can suppress it, I cannot jump out of rebellion. If I cannot suppress it, it will be my life."
Although Wang Yang is the brother of the Tang Dynasty, he is not as with His Majesty the Emperor as the national teacher Li Qingshan for many years, so he doesn't know the long-standing stories between the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the Demon Sect girl, so he was worried after hearing these words.
I was deeply puzzled and thought to myself that even the Master could not completely get rid of the cold symptoms in the body?
When Chen Pipi walked out of the shop door, the burning fire in the Forty-seven Alley disappeared instantly, leaving only a tall ancient crown, so he covered his head and walked over and stood behind the other party honestly.
The second senior brother looked at the closed door of Lao Bizhai, with a cold and calm expression, but his eyes were vaguely excited, just like the hammer on his head that was about to burn in the evening.
There was no one in the alley, the doors of the fake antique shop and grocery store were closed, and there was a square stool from the gray-white wall under the winter tree. The second senior brother was tingling on the stool like green pine on the cliff.
The cute little book boy was quietly standing by like a white stone under the green pine.
The second senior brother looked at the closed door and suddenly asked, "Have you started fighting yet?"
Chen Pipi lowered her head and replied respectfully: "Xiantao was talking straight..."
The second senior brother showed an unhappy expression on his serious face and said, "After all, the elderly are always so delayed when doing things. Since they insist that they are right, they still have to rely on their fists to reason.
It is necessary to describe the old things that have been so long? It is so sticky that I really can't be called a gentleman."
Chen Pipi wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and didn't dare to have any objection.
The second senior brother's absolutely straight eyebrows suddenly frowned, gently lifted up his long shirt and lit up his collar, and then helped Gu Guan, who had not shifted a point at all, and said, "Don't you always have to wait for me to wait for a while if you don't fight.
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Seeing his actions, Chen Pipi knew that the second senior brother was a little worried about spending his time on these meaningless waiting. He was about to enter Lao Bizhai. He was shocked and his sweat suddenly wet his back again.
At this time, in Lao Bizhai, the terrifying figures such as the Great Master of Light and Master Yan Se are in a confrontation. If the second senior brother joins in, who knows how big the wind will be, and this street can still be left behind.
How many pieces of tiles?
Thinking of this period, he no longer cared about his awe of the second senior brother on weekdays, and did not care about his disgusting fashion for others the most. He reached out and grabbed the second senior brother's broad sleeves and trembled slightly.
The voice begged sincerely with a face full of sincere expressions, "Senior Brother, don't go in again."
The second senior brother looked at the wrinkled Xiujiao and asked expressionlessly: "Why can't I enter?"
According to the true thoughts deep in Chen Pipi's heart, the reason why the wind can enter the rain can enter the light can enter the beauty can enter the beauty can enter the second senior brother cannot enter the Lao Bizhai is very simple, because the two old people in the shop now do not care about the past.
How many people have been killed, but at least it is still calm at the moment. No matter what decision is made, I will still think more about it. Chang'an City can be temporarily maintained. You can classify the direction of your clothes and lapels into the truth and insist on it according to your second brother.
If you don’t know the truth, you don’t know the truth. Once you enter Lao Bizhai, will there be a reason for not being shocking?
What's more, when you thought that the twelfth junior brother, Xiantao, didn't see you pretending to be serious and solemn, there was an excited flame burning in your eyes? Do you think that the twelfth junior brother, I don't know that you were being suppressed by the Master and the Senior Brother
After too many years, I have to preside over the past two years and cannot leave Chang'an and go to the world, so I have accumulated a full look of fighting. Today, I finally meet a throne of light that is an opponent. How could you let it go?
What I think doesn't matter. What's important is that Chen Pipi knows that if he persuades the second senior brother like this, he will definitely be beaten up. The second senior brother will still walk into Lao Bizhai, so he trembles with the cute flesh on his face.
The meat, bitterly persuaded him, "It's not wrong to be slow, and the elder brother is slow, so we have to wait."
The second senior brother said unhappy: "How can senior brother be equal to others?"
Seeing that the move out of the senior brother had not worked, Chen Pipi turned his heart and whispered a few words in his hand. (Note)
The second senior brother frowned slightly and waved his hand to signal the cute little Shutong who had been silent all the time to go back to the academy. He helped Gu Guan and clothes, and then closed his eyes and waited quietly on the stool under the tree.
From dusk to midnight, many people came outside the Forty-seven Alley.
General Huaihua, who was solemn and iron-blooded, came on behalf of the Emperor **. The censor, who was strong and strong, came on behalf of the civil officials of the court, and the national teacher Li Qingshan, who looked slightly pale and haggard, also came.
Representatives of the forces of the Tang Empire gathered here for one purpose, for the hunched old man in Lao Bizhai, for the bloody storm that the old man had caused in Chang'an City and Yan's territory back then.
The rebellion case of General Xuanwei buried deep in the pile of yellow paper.
The empire has not delved into that matter for more than ten years, because it involves too much and affects too far and wide, and is related to His Highness the Prince and General Xiahou, and to the Xiling Temple and the more mysterious source. However, the light of planning this matter back then
The throne of the god has rebelled from the temple today and came to Chang'an City in person. How could the monarch and minister of the Tang Empire allow him to leave safely again?
Like today, there is no right to appear in the big scenes of Chang'an Prefecture and Yulong Gang.
These big men, with their subordinates, sat under the big umbrella at the end of the alley with expressionless faces. Because they didn't know what the situation in Lao Bizhai was, no one walked over.
Some people have long noticed that a weird man with a tall crown was sitting under the gray wall opposite Lao Bizhai, and a very fat young man stood, but after knowing the identities of the two, no one dared to express doubts about this.
Time passed slowly, and the night was full of stars. Li Qingshan walked slowly from the entrance of the alley, walked to the two of them and bowed, without saying anything more, looking at the closed door of Lao Bizhai like the two of them.
Sangsang didn't know that there were so many powerful people outside the world and big people in the world who were watching over the night for her. She just closed her eyes or wanted to sleep. She thought that after falling asleep, she would not be so sad and thought that if
The young master knew that the culprit of the murder of his whole family was in Taomian shop at this time, so he should be very sad, right?
Sangsang thought about this half-dream and half-awake, and then she had a dream, dreaming of her biological parents.
Sangsang didn't know who her parents were. She was curious or missed this and her feelings. Ning Que was only four years older than her after all, and it was difficult to completely replace the existence that everyone needed.
Until she met an old man with a cotton-padded jacket and a hot and sour noodles soup in Chang'an City, she felt that the old man was very close, and that was a natural closeness. She saw from the old man's eyes that she was as thin as Ning Que.
There is no reason and unconditional pity, so she thought she had met the same existence as her parents, so she began to call him a teacher.
Sangsang woke up in shock, his cheeks were slightly wet.
I was silent all night, like a soybean oil lamp gradually fading, and the morning light outside the door gradually became stronger.
"There is no one coming to the temple, you know the style of the empire doing things."
Master Yan Se sighed and said, "We cannot use Xuanqi to slap in Chang'an City. If we fight with people, we will only suffer from the sufferings of life, but the court will not allow you to leave, so now is a deadlock."
The old man was silent. He knew very well that since he was discovered by Tang State today, the other party would definitely not allow him to escape again. Although he was the throne of light in the magical realm of the divine realm, when a powerful empire came out with all its strength, if there was no Chang'an
He will still be in desperate situations for the protection of the city and the residents.
"I heard you say back then that you also gambled when you were in the unspoken view of Song State."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly: "Go again, bet on victory, loss, life and death, if you win, you continue to look for the shadow of the night. If you lose, you will leave your life in Chang'an City, which is also the case for that year.
That Lin made a clue, so that more than a thousand innocent people who died innocently because of you would be comforted."
The old man is still silent.
Master Yan Se looked at his eyes and suddenly said, "For your female disciple, I'll have a gamble with me."
The old man thoughtfully, stood up and said, "It's reasonable, admire it, it's worth it."
There are three words in this sentence... I admire you that in order to seek an opportunity to fight, Yan Se did not hesitate to give up the shocking formation in Chang'an City as the background... You must know that as the control of the formation, Yan Se only has to be there
In Chang'an City, you will naturally stand invincible. No matter how powerful the opponent you encounter, you can at least ensure your safety.
And it is worth it to say that this bet on victory, loss, life and death, and even life as bargaining chips is worth it as long as it is for Sangsang. As for making sense, it is worth the side note: the old man is
Guangming, if he wants to keep Guangming in Sangsang's world, then he should make the last choice of truly Guangming.
After all, everything is for Sangsang. This seems unreasonable to many people, but it makes sense to the elderly. It is not worth it to many people, but it is very worth it to the elderly.
Sangsang is a black little girl. Her hair is a bit yellow, not very beautiful, let alone beautiful, and she looks extremely inconspicuous, even though she is not very cute and pleasing.
Those who don’t know her will regard her as a weed that sways in the cold wind, and may be destroyed at any time. However, those who truly know her will regard her as a treasure. The people who truly know her will, in this world,
So far, only her young master Ning Que and her teacher Guangming God Lei.
So when Prince Longqing smiled and threatened her safety with words, Ning Que was anxious and restless on the shore of Daming Lake and thought hard to break the situation, and then he shot the noble son of Xiling into a waste with one arrow.
When enlightenment made her unhappy and tried to tamper with her, the great priest of Guangming put the yellow huā fish on the table and went to the alley without thinking, and said lightly, turning the monk from the unknown place into a monk who had turned the unknown place into a simple finger
Blind.
The morning light came to Chang'an City and came to Lao Bizhai in Lin47 Lane.
Master Yan Se and the Master Guangming finally ended the negotiations between the old days and the hidden negotiations between the words, and decided to use a relatively simple way to resolve the deadlock of Dangtao and put an end to the more than ten years of history.
The old man slowly pushed open the shop door with his hand support. The old man looked back and saw that Sangsang had come behind him at some point.
She woke up in the middle of the night. When there was a slight movement from the Taopu, she woke up and rushed over.
The old man looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "I want to go and have a look?"
Sangsang nodded vigorously.
The old man glanced at Master Yan Se.
Master Yan Se smiled and said, "She is indeed the best witness."
The old man looked at Sangsang's little face, paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Take that new urn with you. I haven't been lazy in chicken soup yet, and there is no oil. It should be appropriate to use it to fill the dust later."
Master Yan Se listened to this and said, "If you have an old urn, you little girl have earned a lot of money with her old chicken soup, but I have never drunk your lazy chicken soup yet."
Sangsang lowered his head and whispered: "If you don't go out, I'll give you lazy chicken soup today."
The old man liked to look at her, shook his head, and looked at Yan Se and said, "The old urn has oil, and the ash is easy to stick to the wall."
Master Yan Se gently brushed his sleeves and walked out of Lao Bizhai with a smile: "I have always been covered in oil on my Taoist robe in my life, and I have never disliked it. Do you still care about the few handfuls of dust that will turn into after death?