When he saw his grandma bringing Song Yang in, Su Hang's eyes lit up. He stopped 'circling', jumped in front of Song Yang in two steps, pointed at his hair and asked, "Doesn't it look good?"
He lowered his head, grabbed Song Yang's hand and stroked his short hair, and smiled: "Does it feel good, is it cute?"
After asking, Song Yang didn't need to answer. Su Hang took him to the window again and pointed to the very busy 'factory' outside: "Guess, what are they doing?"
Song Yang looked at it intently for a while and then said hesitantly: "Or is it your hot air balloon?" The carpenter was ordering a huge wooden box, the tanner was sewing and connecting cowhide, and a large group of people were making nets and twisting ropes.
Su Hang said "Huh", looking very surprised: "Are you smarter this time?"
Although he guessed correctly, Song Yang was still a little surprised. He shook his head and smiled: "Even if you have the appearance, you can't fly. It's impossible." Su Hang put his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders... Only then did Song Yang pay attention.
It turned out that her skirt actually had two hidden pockets sewn into it, and her beautiful skirt suddenly became two hundred and fifty.
Shaking his shoulders, he circled around Song Yang with square steps, and said in a triumphant tone: "I never thought it could fly, so you don't have to worry about it. Anyway, sister has her own arrangements."
After saying one sentence, Su Hang just turned around and came back to him. He looked Song Yang up and down with his bright eyes. The smile on his face grew stronger as he looked at her, and he suddenly asked: "Are you ready?"
Song Yang didn't know why: "What are you preparing for?"
Su Hang, on the other hand, jumped up without any warning. When he jumped to the highest point, he pushed his whole body sideways on his waist... If he fell back to the ground in this position, he would be crippled.
.
Song Yang was startled, but he finally reacted slowly and caught her firmly with his arms. Su Hang had expected this, and cheered, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing her with red lips.
In front of him, he kissed Song Yang on the cheek more than a dozen times like a chicken pecking rice: "Dear classmate Song Yang, my sister misses you so much!"
Song Yang laughed: "You are not allowed to imitate that person!"
Su Hang seemed to not know how to be happy. He ran back to the ground and ran to his grandma, hugged her and jumped to his feet with a smile: "I am happy when I see this kid. I am so happy from the bottom of my heart. I can't help it."
Stay, I can’t stand it anymore!”
Grandma stretched out her hand and patted Su Hang on the back: "Good boy, just be happy. Just be happy and leave everything else to me... Don't worry about the boat. Grandma will make arrangements."
Su Hang smiled, her grandma was her true confidant, there was no need to avoid anything, and after letting go, she jumped back into Song Yang's arms: "Little Song Yang, do you want a drink? You brought this to your door yourself, you can't leave tonight!
"
There are many beautiful women around Song Yang. He can avoid Xiao Jiu, reject Ye Feifei, and reject Xie Zizuo like a porcelain doll. Except for Ren Xiaozai, he can grit his teeth and win over all other women.
Pushing away from the bed, only Su Hang was in front of him.
The only kind of people of the same kind in the world, the kindness is imprinted in the bones. Both of them are the same. Every time they meet, it is like a dream. When you can't go back, it would be bliss to encounter a dream.
…
At noon the next day, Song Yang finally returned to the post house. When he saw Mr. Hu and other strange people, he naturally had to pay a lot of courtesy and greetings, which were all meaningless nonsense. But at this time, an important message that kept the strange people waiting for a long time came.
News came from the Yan Palace: Uighurs, Tubos, and Quanrong all made Jingtai's bet, and thus the date of Yipinlei was truly determined: September 8th, before the Double Ninth Festival.
Song Yang's last round trip lasted three months. Now counting the time, he is still one month away from the first level.
Among the Nanli envoys, some were quite surprised that the other three powerful countries were betting. It was no big deal that Jingtai was crazy alone, but it was a bit surprising that several other emperors actually went crazy with him.
Mr. Hu, the Prime Minister of Zuo, saw this matter very clearly. He twirled his beard and explained to his subordinates: "Betting on money, gambling on the country, gambling on the son... in the final analysis, what are they gambling on? It's face! Yipinlei
Beaten to death for the sake of the country's face and the emperor's face."
"Such a heavy bet makes one's ears hurt just listening to it, but think about it, is it possible for such a bet to be fulfilled? If Tubo loses, the prince and the money will be easy to talk about, but how can it close the sky and shut down the world?
The two majestic passes of Jiaoya are handed over to people."
"Don't worry about the outcome. The emperor who loses will definitely default on his debt. He will definitely default on his debt. There are many excuses, such as poisoning the winner in advance, sneak attacks and plotting, etc. At that time, the royal list will be announced to the whole country, and the winner will be severely criticized for being despicable and cheating... To put it bluntly, he is a fool.
If you put more thought into handling the matter in a decent manner, not only will you not lose face in front of the people, but it will also arouse the hatred of the same enemies in the country. Anyway, you will not lose face and you will not be able to pay money."
"If you gamble and win, everyone is happy; if you gamble and lose, you still have an excuse. But if you don't dare to gamble or fight, then there is no excuse. If you don't gamble, you will definitely lose face, let the people down, and be looked down upon by your subjects.
.So the emperors of the three families will agree, so you should wake up and wait for September 8th to see the good fight in the first-level arena!" Mr. Hu smiled. There is no need for an arena in his own family. It is more like going on stage in advance to perform.
To warm up the show, he felt no burden at all.
…
In the next seven or eight days, Song Yang was shocked to find that he had nothing to do.
Amber is still recuperating, Song Yang has asked several times, but she has no energy to see anyone; the dwarfs in the post house, the blind man is quarreling while surveying the site, reviewing the design, Nan Rong stays around; Fu Dang, Xie Men's lackeys also go their separate ways
He was busy and no one paid any attention to Song Yang.
Song Yang became an idler, which was unexpected. When he was bored, there was a knock on the door, and the beautiful monk Shi Xiaoxiao finally came to see him.
Song Yang cheered up, offered his seat to the monk, and then smiled and said, "Can you talk now?" Not long ago, on the way back to Jingcheng from Shiting, Shi Xiaoxiao asked about the disciples around the master for no reason, and then lost his temper inexplicably.
, and there was never an explanation afterwards.
When they destroyed Poshan Camp, the two of them had experienced life and death together, and there was no need to be polite. Shi Xiaoxiao sat down and spoke a little abruptly: "Do you think I am a patriotic person?"
Song Yang scratched the back of his head: "It's not bad, you must be more patriotic than me."
"Well, even a monkey from the Red City will care more about Nanli than you." Shi Xiaoxiao smiled and continued: "I am quite famous among Buddhists. I traveled around the world when I was a teenager.
From all over the world, we are stationed at the forum to lecture." Nanli selected some extraordinary people to participate in the competition, and reserved a seat specifically for 'Master Wuyan'. Of course, it was not because he could write fake letters and engrave fake stamps, but because he was interested in his intensive practice of Buddhism.
, thorough understanding of Zen principles.
"If you interpret the sutra well, you may not be able to achieve the true meaning of cultivation. I still can't break the color, so I might as well return to secular life to save the Buddha from being embarrassed and I will be embarrassed. But the color in my heart has nothing to do with Nanli, and I don't want to be a monk anymore.
There is no need to get involved in Yipinlei. When the Nanli court sent someone to invite me, I originally refused."
In fact, this group of extraordinary warriors, from Xiao Qi to Er Sha, the blind dwarf Heikou Yao... Although they are all from Nanli, who came to compete in order to "show the prestige of the country and win glory for our emperor"? Most of them
It’s all about earning a reward and a future.
Song Yang nodded and asked: "Why did you change your mind later? Why did you compete in the first-level competition?"
"Because the master asked me to join the Nanli Qishi, he asked me to take care of you. If it's a small trouble, I'll help you get rid of it. If it's a big trouble, I will notify the master and help you escape." Shi Xiaoxiao seemed to have known about Song Yang for a long time.
It's a scourge.
Song Yang was a little surprised: "Who is your master?"
"There are three disciples of the Imperial Master at the head of the Bodhi Garden in the Great Thunder Sound Stage. Their dharma name is Tianzhuo." Shi Xiaoxiao said in a slow voice: "On weekdays, the Imperial Master does not use dharma names for him. He is ranked according to his rank and is called 'A Tai'.
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…
Artest is not an undercover agent.
He was not a member of Dr. You, and he had never helped Dr. You deal with his master. It was just that You Li had been very kind to him before he became his master.
There was a small incident... the night when You Li started to escape, he only dug out Song Yang from the coffin and took it away, forgetting to bury the grave back to its original state. It was Artest who filled the hole for him. At that time, Artest didn't know You Li at all.
Li is his uncle, and he didn't know that he was thinking about dealing with the imperial master.
Not to mention Atai, even the Imperial Master didn't know that the famous bad-tempered Doctor You in Jingcheng had the same master as him.
Fifteen years later, after the case of the Yanziping Waiyin Inn, Atai unexpectedly discovered that Imperial Physician You was hiding in the town. At this moment, Imperial Physician had already learned of You Li's identity and had already listed him as the number one killer in the world.
Artai couldn't protect You Li, but he complied with his benefactor's last request and protected Song Yang.
Song Yang had a chance to survive, and his existence was not discovered by the national master, all because of Atai.
And Artest didn't help Song Yang cover it up once and then ignore it. He probably knew about Song Yang's actions.
After probably talking about the origin of the past, Shi Xiaoxiao brought the topic back: "Master has never thought about dealing with the Imperial Master, but he will not erase his desire to repay his kindness. He will always complete the most important thing that his benefactor had before his death. He wants to
To protect you, I also became a Southern Ritchie."
Song Yang's voice was a bit obscure: "Senior Artai... must have passed away."
Only when a monk "passes away" can an old Taoist "pass away", but Song Yang couldn't tell the difference so clearly.
Shi Xiaoxiao is even more beautiful than the woman, and the sadness in his smile makes people feel distressed: "We have lost contact recently. And you didn't see him following the Imperial Master on Yanziping."
Both young men had a delicate mind and both thought that 'breaking the flood epidemic' would expose the secrets that Artest had painstakingly concealed.
Song Yang was silent for a while and then said: "I'm very sorry, but I have to ask you at this time... There is one thing, I wonder if Senior Atai has mentioned it to you. How did the National Master find out about You Li's true identity?
"
"There is a sutra pavilion in the Great Thunder Sound Tower, and only the Imperial Master can enter. Master heard the Imperial Master say once that every piece of paper and every book in his master's sect was moved here... One day ten years ago
, the Imperial Master who was checking the classics in the Sutra Pavilion suddenly became furious, summoned all his close disciples, and passed down a decree: to track down a person named Youli."
Song Yang slowly exhaled. It's not difficult to guess what happened. As long as a person exists, he will definitely leave traces. Maybe it's a note of his experience when learning poisonous techniques, maybe it's a medical prescription developed by himself, or
Maybe they were some acidic and crooked poems written to express the feelings of young people... When the Imperial Master accidentally read these, he naturally knew that he had a senior brother named You Li.
I wonder if Dr. You, who was so angry before his death, also had the thought of "Don't let Song Yang make the same mistake again".
"In addition, there is one more thing I want to explain to you," Shi Xiaoxiao kept saying: "I am a disciple of Atai, but I am not a monk of Da Leiyintai. So... you might as well deal with the national master in the future.