Nightfall

Lao Bi Zhai does not support idlers, except Ning Que.

Sang Sang took care of the elderly living here, and he even persuaded him to start practicing divine arts by all means. She sincerely called him a teacher, but she thought about the old man ’s appearance before meeting her, so she arranged a lot of housework to prevent him from changing. Cheng was the kind of tired old man who went to the street with a teapot, basked in the sun and ate his teeth, pretended to be poor and scolded his daughter-in-law.

The old man was very uncomfortable at first. Since leaving the Taoist temple in Song Dynasty decades ago, he has never done other chores such as washing dishes and cleaning tables, whether sitting on the divine seat or being imprisoned in the pagoda at the back of Taoshan. There are countless people worshipping his life, as a **** seat above the clouds, where have their hands touched the spring water?

But now he must learn these things, because this is Sang Sang's request ... He is Sang Sang's teacher, he also believes that the descendants should learn to respect the teacher, but he knows better, if he does not listen to this little girl, Then he may no longer be her teacher at any time, and this is something he absolutely cannot accept.

As a result, the most brilliant grand priest in centuries, after proudly rebelling from the temple and breaking up the fan cage arranged by the grand prince himself, fell into the cage of life in front of Sang Sang.

If the world's Haotian Dao devotees know the old man's current situation and know that he is doing laundry, cooking, sweeping the waist and doing chores in a poor alley in Chang'an City, I am afraid that he will die in anger and anger.

No matter how weird things are, we will get used to it until numbness and even begin to enjoy it. The bright priest seems to be unable to escape this cycle of heaven and earth. The old man rolls his cotton sleeves and stands at the stovetop in his hands. Take the loofah and carefully wash the dishes, because the movement is more skillful and it seems that the bowl will not break today. I am subconsciously happy, and the old and graceful cheeks have a childish complacent expression.

After finishing the housework arranged by Sang Sang, the old man walked back to the front shop, used two square tables to make a temporary chuáng, took out the futon from the corner behind the shelf, laid out the oil lamp and lay down to prepare for sleep.

The stars of winter night sprinkled in the lane of Lin 47, and through the lattice on the door, the old man looked at the frost-like stars on the ground, pressed the leaky quilt, and gave a comfortable sigh.

He was satisfied with his decision to leave Taoshan, his decision to come to Chang'an City, and his current life, so he forgot why he had left Taoshan and why he came to Chang'an City, and he rarely even remembered the shadows that smeared sè Perhaps he subconsciously wanted to extend this period of time longer.

It is a happy thing to find successors, and it is an indescribable happiness to find such a Shinto successor like Sang Sang. The old man believes that this kind of character has never appeared in Haotian Daomen since the millennium. The millennium will probably not appear again. Sang Sang will certainly be able to inherit his own mantle and will go further than himself, and will eventually see him. The magical world that once glanced at it intoxicatedly.

The old man felt that he was not far from death, but before he could see the future after death, and it was a bright future that made him happy and admired, how could he not be happy?

After the shop, Sang Sang in the house was also going to sleep, filled with a bucket of remaining hot water and started to burn his feet. The little feet like the smooth white lotus kicked the water gently, just like a little duck playing in the water by the pond .

A 14-year-old girl who lives alone accepts an old man of unknown origin, and the old man is still thieves and peeping outside Lao Bi Zhai for many days. This seems a bit wrong, but this is how Sang Sang is. Done.

This does not mean that Sang Sang is a kind and easy to deceive. She may be kind, but following Ning Que has been rolling in this world for many years, where will you not know the sinister heart of the people, the reason why the old man was taken in because she saw the old man's fingertips The exuded radiance of holy glory, and then confirmed that learning God can help Ning Que fight.

This reason is very important ... In the past ten years, Ning Que has been fighting and killing for her. She can only hide under the **** umbrella, and occasionally shout so few times, but she feels that she has become a big girl now, should be able to Do more things, such as helping Ning Que fight when necessary, and helping Ning Que kill.

After getting along for a long time, Sang Sang even had a family-like feeling of closeness with the old man, because she could feel who was really good to herself, and she found that the old man was only a little worse than Ning Que.

"I don't know what Master is doing now, is it cold in the wasteland?"

Sang Sang looked at the roof with his eyes open, his small hands propped on the cool Kang, imagining Ning Que's life on the wasteland. This was the longest time she had separated from Ning Que, and she couldn't get used to it.

Because Ning Que was not at home, she felt that the newly-built kang in the north of the house did not need to be warmed up, so she became accustomed to thrift. These days, the amount of silver charcoal under the kang is a little pitiful, and the kang noodles are cool.

Taking out the symbols left by Ning Que from the cupboard, she carefully glued them to her underwear. It stands to reason, except that Ningque lacked the ability to express the enthusiasm in these failed fire signs, he obviously forgot about it. But I don't know why, perhaps because of the beginning of spiritual practice, her small body gradually warmed up.

The winter of the 14th year of the Apocalypse was earlier and colder than before. Sang Sang raised his small hand to his mouth and gently sighed in two hot breaths. Looking at the mist spreading in her eyelashes, she thought of something. After she was startled, she took out Ning's unused bedding from the large cabinet, opened the door, walked into the front shop, and gently covered the old man.

The warm blanket is the most dangerous enemy of chuáng, so when the old man wakes up the next day, he looks at the bright sky outside the shop and thinks that he has forgotten to line up to buy hot and sour noodle soup.

When he got up in a hurry to wash, he saw a piece of paper pressed against the stone on the small bench by the well.

Sang Sang's green but beautiful handwriting is on the note.

"I remembered at night that an older sister called me to eat in her house. It will probably be there for a day. Teacher, you do n’t have to wait for me to eat. If you ca n’t get noodle soup late, go to the shop next door. Aunt Wu said. "

The south gate of Haotian Road observes the snow on the black tiles, and quietly looks at the vermilion wall not far away in the morning light.

Datang Guoshi Li Qingshan coughed twice and looked at the case file, frowning slightly.

The official from the Tianshu Department who came to the report gave a handful of salute and said solemnly: "Mr. Thirteen left Wang Ting, I must have entered the Tianji Mountain now, and I don't know if he can find the gate of Mozong Mountain. Heavenly Book ... Master Guoshi, if the court does not send masters to pass, I am afraid that it will be difficult to grab the hand in front of the temple. "

Li Qingshan shook his head and said after a moment of silence: "When Your Majesty let Ning go to the wilderness, the court did not know about the heavenly book. Later, he decided to let him try it. It had nothing to do with the court. It had nothing to do with the South Gate and Tianshu Office. , This is what Mr. College II said, then this matter is the business of the Academy, you do n’t have to think about it. "

No need to think about it, because it does n’t make any sense to think about it. The book of heaven on the wilderness is enough to attract the attention of too many forces, especially the Xiling Temple is obviously well prepared for this, although the information says palm Teach the adults that the three gods are still in Taoshan, but who knows if Guanli will go?

Faced with this situation, unless the Tang Dynasty fully attacked, it was possible to defeat the temple and grab the volume of the heavenly book. However, the court was obviously impossible to do so. It was only the right way to appear from the academy, but Li Qingshan was extremely puzzled why the academy would hope Pin on Ning Que as much as possible, to know that the realm of that guy is really bad enough.

Li Qingshan did not spend much time and energy on this matter, and began to read other files sent from Tianshu. His current mind and soul are all on the trail of searching for the great priest of the light, and the Confucius travels far, but there is such a powerful and terrible divine lurking in the city of Chang'an. Both his majesty and him will feel strongly uneasy.

The ambush in the General House ended in failure. Although the empire did not suffer any losses, the south gate of Haotiandao and the military planned to join forces for a long time, but there was no gain. It can be described as a fiasco. .

In that campaign, Li Qingshan had never confronted the Grand Priest Guangming, but he knew he had lost, and the way he failed made him feel humiliated. If he knew that the other party was working as a dishwashing worker at that time, maybe he could be in a better mood?

Where are you hiding?

Stepping on the Wutong wood floor, the master slowly walked out of the hall door, stood by the railing and watched the withered flowers and snow remain silent for a long time, and then left the sleeve to leave the south gate. His old disciple, He Mingchi, hurried up and glanced at the clear sky, thinking that it might not snow today, but still holding the yellow paper umbrella under his arm.

The top of Wanyan Pagoda Temple.

The monk Huang Yang copied the Buddhist scriptures, listened to the sound behind him, looked back, looked at Li Qingshan's haggard face, sighed softly in his heart, and stood up to meet. He looked at the other person's tired expression and said: "According to the oracle god, the plain script should be resurrected in the wilderness, and it can't be separated from the position of the Mozong mountain gate. The location of the upper finger is on the banks of the Hulan Sea, and there is still some distance between the two places. "

The top of the tower is quiet, and Populus did not have the habit of calling the young monk, and the conversation between the two could be heard by others.

Li Qingshan shook his head and said: "The book of heaven is ultimately a holy relic of the Daomen, and the court really did not make sense. My southern gate is even more embarrassed. Now that the academy has taken over, I will ignore this matter."

Huang Yang Jingjing looked at him suddenly and said, "Don't you have to deal with that matter all the time?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "The Light God is in Chang'an City. Your Majesty will not allow the temple to send people to come. That is my responsibility. I am the Datang State Master, and I have the responsibility to protect the empire and this capital city."

Then he looked at Huang Yang and said seriously: "You have to be more careful these days."

The monk Huang Yang whispered slowly, "What kind of character is the light constellation, I am just a small person who is hiding in the broken tower and copying the scriptures, how could he think of coming to prove my practice with me."

After saying this, he walked to the tower, looked at the majestic Changan city under the clear blue sky in winter, and said calmly with a smile: "If he really dare to come, although I am incompetent, if he does not show the real realm, he wants to come Without reason, I quietly erased me from this world. By then, the large array of Chang'an City could immediately suppress him. "

Now whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Datang Empire, it is unclear why the bright seat of the Gods came to Chang'an City after fleeing Taoshan. If it is for the prophecy and the old things more than ten years ago, I always find it unreasonable. If he wanted to be unfavorable to the Datang Empire, then Li Qingshan and Huang Yang Monk would most likely be his target.

In this case, the Huang Yang monk's previous words had the compassion and fearlessness of the tiger. Li Qingshan looked at the old monk's clothes on his body and shook his head after a moment of silence. "Too passive, we must first find him."

The monk Huang Yang turned around and found that Li Qingshan had a chess board in front of him, and his hand was reaching towards the chess box.

He was slightly startled and said, "Are you ready to gossip again?"

Li Qingshan reached into the chess box with his right hand, touched the cool piece, and nodded.

The huangyang monk frowned and said, "Your glimpse of the sky can come at the cost of life, so why?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "These days, Brother has been looking for the signs of the Light Block in Chang'an City. To this day, he still finds nothing. He takes great risks and I always have to do something."

Master Yan Se is the most powerful rune master in the world. Even in the Xiling Temple, he can sit on the same level with the masters and the gods. Wei Guangming is the most amazing light seat in hundreds of years. No one in the world knows what these two big figures are. Who is more powerful, but this kind of search encounter encounter is extremely disadvantageous to the Runemaster.

The crisp sound, like Chun Yu, came to the earth in advance.

Dozens of pieces jumped and rotated on the chessboard, and then calmed down and no longer moved.

These pieces were picked by Li Qingshan from the box at random, but it is very wonderful that there is only one white piece, and the rest are all black pieces. Those black stones made of matte stone are silently stacked on the left half of the board, surrounding the white piece in the middle.

Li Qingshan watched the chessboard silent for a long time, and then said: "He is still in Chang'an City, not far from us."

This winter's Chang'an City seems to have been subjected to some kind of thorn, becoming as moody as it was in summer. It was clear last night and morning, but for a moment, the sky was covered with dark snow clouds and scattered snowflakes drifted up.

He Mingchi looked up at the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Listening to the footsteps in the tower behind him, he quickly pulled out a yellow paper umbrella from his armpits and stretched it out, watching the Chinese teacher's cheeks more haggard than before.

Returning from Wanyan Pagoda to Nanmengui, He Mingchi went directly to the back kitchen and stared at the miscellaneous decoction himself. As a disciple of Datang Guoshi, he did not have too good qualifications in practice, he knew that he could not help Advise the teacher not to waste his mind or even his life to go to the hexagram, so he can only do what he can.

Holding a hot medicine bowl, he walked slowly into the secluded Taoist hall.

Li Qingshan sat by the window and looked at Feixue outside the window. He did not look back at the sound of footsteps, and waved him to put down the medicine bowl.

He Mingchi did not put down the medicine bowl, but knelt beside him, lowered his head and raised the medicine bowl high with both hands, silently and stubbornly asked the teacher to take the medicine first.

Li Qingshan sighed helplessly, took the medicine bowl and drank it slowly into the abdomen, then said with emotion: "You are so silent and stubborn, it is not appropriate to hold the Tianshu Office. If I die in the future, you can What should I do?"

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