The Venerable let him a little more at this time, the corners of his lips hooked a smile arc, and with a little helplessness, he swept towards the half of the country occupied by the white son on the chessboard, and then looked at the Venerable as usual cold and reserved, pressed a white child, and didn't know whether he should be happy about it.

His chess skills are also quite good, Yu Qingchen is willing to release water for him from time to time, but he is not willing to lower the level too low, if Zhong Huaiqing's own level is too poor, she would rather explain and teach him hand in hand, and she is not willing to play a game of chess with him.

Seeing that he was afraid that he would not be able to tell the winner when the chessboard was full, although he felt a little sorry, Yu Qingchen still began to get serious.

Twisted up a black and clear jade, and when he was about to put it down, he heard Nanzhuang's voice.

Something to say, hesitated, took the sunspot back from the small turn, and although he didn't get up, he also faced Nanzhuang with a dignified listening attitude.

Retracting his gaze and exhaling with a little joy, His Holiness's chess path will not change, and with this time, he can think about how to deal with the chess that His Holiness is about to play.

When he turned around, he saw Nan Zhuang seriously calling his precious apprentice in front of him, holding the other party's hands.

I thought it was the rhythm of Tuogu, and I didn't mind taking care of it a little, but when Nanzhuang's voice sounded, Zhong Huaiqing suddenly realized that the precious apprentice in Nanzhuang still had no title handed down.

"I know that it is such a little selfishness of the old way that delays you, your talent and talent are amazing, if it weren't for my little selfishness, you wouldn't be so nameless. “

The young man was just stunned, and held Nanzhuang's hands with his backhand.

"It would have been only a few hundred years to accompany the master, how could a scholar be able to learn it in hundreds of years, and the apprentice enjoyed such an honorable favor and leniency from the master, but it was a few years late, so what's the matter, the reputation is just like a floating cloud, and the apprentice has no intention of going out of the mountain in a hundred years, not to mention that before that, if there is anything, he can't complain about the master. ”

Zhong sighed.

"You know it all. ”

His eyes penetrated to the young man, but he seemed to see farther, and the overlap of the two figures made him cry.

"Yes, you have always been a good boy with intelligence and brilliance, so naturally you know it, and it is rare for you to indulge the old man's selfishness. ”

The young man smiled in his eyes, but there was some sadness.

"Originally, it should be indulged in the apprentices, but if the apprentices don't indulge, who will?"

The handsome man in blue moved his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to refute something, but when he saw the young man's eyes, he hesitated for a moment, his expression was a little complicated, and he still didn't say a word.

As if he didn't hear the meaning of the young man's words, and as if the last greed made him unwilling to look and not want to investigate deeply, Nanzhuang smiled and touched the top of the young man's head who was almost the same as him.

"With this good apprentice, it should be difficult for me to have anything to demand in this life. ”

wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, breathed through the courtyard, recut his hair, changed his deep clothes, and looked solemn, as if he was not the same person as the previous prodigal.

"It's not easy for Lao Dao to get this apprentice, so he doesn't want to let go when he gets such a little opportunity. ”

"Bound him in this mountain for hundreds of years, since he was a child, he rarely took him into the world, and it is rare that he never complained, and he has always been willing to accompany Lao Dao, the old man who does not know when he will return to the crane Qingxiu to spend his life, although Lao Dao is conceited and loves him very much, after all, he is responsible for him. ”

looked at the young man, his eyes were loving, but his expression was quite self-reproachful and guilty.

"When the old Taoist took him up the mountain, for that selfishness, he took a large amount of gold and silver pills and cut off the dust with his parents. ”

"At the beginning, the old Tao had no other intentions, and the child was too young to speak, and he couldn't even say it all, and it was not necessarily necessary to take a road number, and when he was eleven or twelve years old, he was just a teenager, and the old way would take out the good road number he was looking for, and it was also too late. ”

Later, among the many Taoist friends, his apprentices, Nanzhuang apprentices, and Nanzhuang disciples, he was complacent and happy, and even felt the joy that he had not been cultivating for countless years.

This feeling of deep connection between cause and effect intoxicated him, and whenever fellow Taoists mentioned him as a disciple, he felt that his worries had been filled in a little, and he was delighted by the rare peace of mind.

So he couldn't let it go, and hoped that all the characters he knew would continue to be called like this, Nanzhuang's apprentice, originally Nanzhuang's apprentice, as long as it was Nanzhuang's apprentice, why should he be called anything else?

In this way, he became his inner demon, but this inner demon disappeared quickly and did not affect him at all, not because he was mentally firm, but because he really found a way to solve this matter perfectly.

As long as he never has any other title, whether it is the name of the road, the name or surname, or nothing, then if others want to mention him, won't they only be called Nanzhuang's apprentice, instead of being mentioned by friends in the rare case of banter?

He did so, and he knew how selfish and hateful he was, and how hateful it must be to reduce a man, a man of great talent and intelligence, to his vassal, without a name and a surname, and without any other destination.

Especially the person who has been deprived of all existence is still his mantle disciple, who can be regarded as his closest relative from a certain point of view, even if he is usually accommodating, what is it.

He survived the apprentice's several side knocks and inquiries, but he also knew that if the apprentice really made up his mind to ask for a name, or a road number or anything that was convenient to call him, he would not be able to stand it, and he was afraid that he would collapse on the spot.

He had been waiting for that day with great fear, worry, and a little bit of anticipation, but after a few tests, he seemed to understand something, and did not mention it.

Later, he had a few friends, and he never gave himself a pen name when he passed letters to each other, and the signature was always the four words of the upright Nanzhuang disciple, who was laughed and questioned by friends, but he always mixed up with sloppiness.

At that time, Nanzhuang knew that he had probably guessed what he saw, but he chose to be permissive and conniving, and yes, no matter in his previous life or this life, he was a smarter child, and the guilt became more and more thick like a maggot on the tarsal bones, but the relieved joy also came to his heart.

Since he is voluntary, then it is okay to continue to do this, similar thoughts filled his mind, and he became more and more comfortable answering the questions of others, as if he really did not do it deliberately for the sake of selfish connection, but he was too hesitant to love it.

But it is not necessary to ask whether it is right or wrong to erase the right of independent existence because the child did not object.

He was a good boy, and the better he was, the more guilty he became.

He has similarities with the previous life, such as good wine, good beauty, likes prosperity and liveliness, prefers strange and new coincidences, does not like to stay in An'an, can endure but never yearns for the same life.

But he was willing to be detained by himself for hundreds of years, and the most beautiful and lively years were almost all folded in the valley, and he never complained about this, compared to the so-called Baiyi Baishun who only limited the space and existence, how thin and ridiculous.