Henglan Bing looked at her with a little confusion, "It seems to be a dream..."

Zhao asked Cangtian speechlessly, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Poetry requires inspiration and talent, I see you, don't make trouble." ”

A person who can resist writing poetry in this way will find it difficult to write a brocade sentence even if he is full of talent.

"You're the one who reads the poems and listens to me?" Henglan Bing looked at her quietly, and there seemed to be water fluctuations in his eyes.

Zhao District smiled without saying a word, turned around, looked at the mist above the gazebo, and said, "Is there a relationship with it?" It's all over anyway, it's time for me to go, good luck. ”

With that, he walked away.

Henglan Bing stretched out his hand to pull her sleeve blankly, but he didn't, and his dark pupils exuded a complicated gaze. He lowered his head, and the lines of poetry in his mind appeared.

Each sentence is so stunning that it is hard to imagine that these sentences are from the same person's mouth.

"Is it you?" He held his hand, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

As a close disciple of the great Confucian Henglan Qin, reading through the poetry and poetry of the cultural essentials, outsiders can only see him with a halo, but they don't know, there is a nightmare behind the halo, since the age of five, the teacher likes him to compose poems, at the beginning, he can still say a few words, although not in and not far away, but later, he invisibly resisted this matter, as soon as he arrived in the study, he began to be irritable, not to mention poetry, it was simply fatal.

The Song Kingdom emphasized poetry and literary brilliance, especially the light of the sage. He grew up in this dynasty, and his teacher was also a well-known Confucian student, so why didn't he work hard. Pity... The more this happens, the more difficult it becomes for him.

The last step on the gazebo really awakened the nightmare of his childhood. The study was full of relatives and friends, and the teacher came up with a topic for him to start writing poems on it, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but he had no ideas, and the brush in his hand kept shaking, and even the handwriting that he was proud of on weekdays began to blur. Everyone looked at him with suspicion, and his mother sat on top of him and glared at him sternly. The teacher's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

He stood in the middle, his heart growing in despair, maybe... He shouldn't have been born into a family of Henglan. Over here. There is no place for him.

When he wanted to give up, a vague but gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Poetry... It's easy to do! You see... On the afternoon of hoeing day, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, in other words, leave the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered glory is not this sentence? What kind of poems are you going to memorize! ”

By the way, what kind of poem is he going to make?

Take summer as the theme.

Yes, but he won't.

"Look up at the bright moon. Bow your head and miss your hometown? ”

It seemed that everyone in the room had disappeared from the room. All that was left was those beautiful verses drifting in his mind, calming his mind and breaking his nightmare.

………

Zhao passed through the mist, threw down the ice, and walked cautiously among the mountains.

In the same way, the white jade stairs stretched up without an end in sight, and she cared more about the unknown things hidden in the mist than the telekinetic attacks under her feet.

The unknown is scary.

Her steps began to float, and she felt a little apprehensive in her heart, until she was near, and a dark shadow quickly pounced on her.

It's the snow wolf.

She put her mind at ease, and she swirled with them step by step, and her mental power gathered, turned into flames, and swept away.

The familiar enemy, at this moment, has an inexplicable peace of mind.

Gradually, the snow wolves attacked one by one, two or three in succession, and the sweat on her forehead increased, at this time, she felt that something was wrong, no matter how long the white jade ladder was, there was an end, why did the snow wolf guarding the side of the ladder kill endlessly?!

This doesn't make sense!

She almost understands the nature of the snow wolf, this is a united and powerful group, once it is eyed at a certain target, it will do its best to attack, but if the casualties in the middle are too heavy, they will also consider stopping and waiting for the next opportunity, but now, these snow wolves seem to be in a state of madness, turning a blind eye to the casualties of the same kind, and the pair of dark blue pupils are extremely bloodthirsty and irritable, full of the breath of the same end.

It's scary.

Walking much slower, she calmed down, fending off every arrogant snow wolf's attack.

………

At the foot of the mountain, next to the bluestone path.

What a pity is already on the verge of collapse.

He grabbed his head, looked at the chaotic chess game again, and glared at the old man like crazy, "I'm not going to play!! ”

The same thing may be interesting to do the first time, and the second time can be reluctant, but later, repeat and repeat, and it will die!

What a pity to be on the verge of death.

Since that draw, he and the old man have played a total of thirty-two sets, losing every set!

"I lost too much, I don't have any self-confidence at all, do you know?!" His eyes were red, his heart was a little excited, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing his feelings.

"Little baby, don't panic." The old man smiled and began to say, "Playing chess is not what you are good at, but I have been playing it for hundreds of years, even at this age, you are much worse, winning or losing is secondary, you see, how much do you know about playing chess now?" ”

The old man's eyes were gentle, and his words were clear and powerful, and every word was in his heart.

He regretted that he suddenly calmed down, his hands on the stone table slowly drooped, and he fell into deep thought, after a long time, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he began to think of the appearance of a game of chess, at that time, he didn't know how to lose and how to lose, but now, his eyes fell, on the latest chess game, and suddenly found that his layout had begun to take shape.

He was a little delighted by this discovery.

He raised his head, his eyes shining, "I'll go down!" ”

The old man bowed his head.

"Oh my God! One day, I was taught to play this boring game of Go, which made my old man know that he would not be scared crazy? Hahaha," he slapped the table and laughed.

"Do you want to continue?"

He regretted that his laughter stopped, and he said embarrassedly, "You let me rest for a while." ”

In any case, it is also a fact that I was forced to play more than 30 games of chess in a row! It's not a human thing, even if he learns something. It is also difficult to burst out of love for Go for a while.

The old man smiled slightly, not reluctantly, and held the sunspot by himself. Start pitting yourself against yourself.

He regretted the amazement of watching on the stone bench, sometimes clapping his hands and praising it, sometimes sighing regretfully, and admiring the old man's superb chess skills.

The old and the young have a lot of fun.

A sound of breaking the air sounded suddenly, the foot of the mountain shook for a while, and the chess pieces on the chessboard fell to the ground one after another, so he was stunned for a while. Turn your head and look at the source of the sound.

At this glance, his heart was beating hard.

Not far away. The fifth morning stream in a dark robe broke in, his body was slender, and his handsome face was like a fairy.

Behind him, a woman stood. The green grass of the cliff mountain sets off her more and more beautiful. The wind condensed into a bundle around her waist, Yingying held it, the red dress fluttered, and her beautiful face was full of tranquility, as if she had not noticed the movement on the mountain at all.

That is, the clearer the rut.

He regretted's heart was pounding badly, his face began to get hot, and he didn't know how to deal with himself. He simply turned around and didn't look at her. But the more this happened, his mind was full of her face, and it lingered.

The old man glanced at him, picked up the chess pieces on the ground, stood up, and walked towards the guests who had suddenly arrived on the other side.

The fifth morning stream looked at the old man who came expressionlessly, and after seeing his face clearly, he bowed slightly.

Yue Qingzhen stood still, with a little blood on the corner of his lips, as if he was injured.

"It's past noon, you broke in, what happened?"

"Look at the flowers."

The old man glanced at him suspiciously, and the fifth morning stream moved his steps, seemingly a little uncomfortable, "The family teacher has admired him for a long time, and I will come to see it for him." ”

The old man frowned and ignored him.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

Yue Qingzhen's ears moved, and he looked back and said softly, "I entered this place by mistake." ”

The two of them answered differently, the purpose was the same simple, anyway, they didn't come to pick flowers, the old man waved his sleeve robe, and led the two of them to the bluestone path.

"In that case, then be a spectator."

……….

"Come, let's move on." The old man sat on the stone bench and said softly to He Zhixi, his attitude changed too quickly, and He Zhixi's flushed face became more and more ruddy.

"No, no, no... Not anymore. His voice was pitiful, and his head was buried under his neck.

If Yue Qingzhen hadn't come, he might have continued to play with a shy face, but the goddess in the dream stood by and watched the chess game, and then made a move, wouldn't it be a shame

He pursed his lips, glanced at the old man sadly, and said in his heart, "Your old man can save me some face."

"Idlers, have the consciousness of idlers." The old man said lightly, "Your friend is not in a good situation, is it really not good?" ”

He was slightly stunned for a moment, only to find that this sentence was hidden in the mystery.

"If I continue, will she be in a better place?" He looked at the old man's eyes carefully, "I haven't asked, who are you?" ”

"I'll answer only one of two questions."

"And who the hell are you?"

"It's just an old life in the mountains." The old man smiled and said to what a pity.

“…….”

Answering is equivalent to not answering, what a pity I can't help but roll my eyes.

After turning it, I began to regret it, but the rut can be leaned behind him, if you see his image... Oh, how good is this, as soon as his mind begins to shift, he sits like a pinprick.

"Here we go, Thirty-Third Inning."

The old man picked up the sunspot and began to drop it.

He subconsciously held the white son and competed with it.

Yue Qingzhen in the back looked at what he regretted, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes, this person looked familiar... But where have you seen it?

………

The snow wolf in the mist attacked frantically, and Zhao was forced to take a few steps back.

If it goes on like this, the situation will not be good.

Looking at the foggy surroundings, she suddenly became a little more ruthless.

After a pause, his mind supported his body to the greatest extent, and he began to ignore the attack of the snow wolf, and ran towards the mountain at a rapid speed, with more and more scars on his body, and the blood soaked through his clothes, flowing on the stairs, repelling the vermilion breath above.

When she arrived at the second pavilion, the wounds on her body were already countless, and at the last moment when she collapsed in the pavilion, she seemed to see Jin Mingyue.

The handsome man bowed his head, took off her mask, and said a word, but she didn't hear it clearly, and many years later, she still wondered what he had said at that moment.

When she woke up again, Henglan Bing stayed by her side, looking at her quietly.

"What did you encounter?" He leaned over and asked, "What a heavy smell of blood." ”

Zhao District rolled her eyes weakly, and said in her heart that the blood was about to run dry, how could there be no taste, but the next moment, she sat up in amazement, and the wounds on her body had recovered as usual, and the blood dried up and solidified into black and stuck to the top of her clothes, looking like a wolf...... But it's really not a big deal!

"What's going on?" She was stunned.

"I don't know, but in that mist, there are a lot of tigers." Henglan Bing said lightly, holding the tiger's mouth, I don't know what to think of, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Tigers?"

“……”

"Mine is a snow wolf..."

This pit daddy is not a false mountain, how many beasts have been raised!

……….

"I saved your friend's life." The old man dropped the sunspot and said with a smile, "It's a shame for your stinky basket!" ”

He didn't pity to concentrate and carefully observe the chess game, and after being scolded by the old man with a smile, he lost his mind, and he just happened to feel the faint sight behind him, and his ears suddenly became red.

"If you save it, you save it... I've been playing chess with you for so long....as it should be... It should be"

…….

The people on the mountain continue to climb, and the people below the mountain continue to play chess.

It has never been so lively as it is now.

From early morning to dusk, a steep white jade staircase finally saw the end.

But at this time, there are more and more people who can't hold on, and the figure on the mountain begins to gradually decrease, I don't know whether it is confused by the nightmare in my heart, or defeated by the fierce tiger snow wolf, no one can see through it.

The mist finally disappeared, and there were a few more defeated people at the foot of the mountain.

Gu Xian was too obsessed, the last step of the pavilion was always stepping, he walked lonely on the bluestone road at the bottom of the mountain, glanced at it, and found an acquaintance.

"Fifth Morning Stream?!"

He shouted violently, with a bit of excitement.

"I'm going to have a fight with you!"

As the words fell, a sword behind his back rose silently, and the sharp light caught people's eyes in the dark night.

"Stop!" Yue Qingzhen snorted lightly, "I still have a fight with him, you can fight again later." ”

He was so shocked by this sentence that he didn't play chess, and immediately turned his head, for fear that Gu Yan was not good, and started to do it, but fortunately, the Taoist priest was also reasonable, he thought carefully for a while, and said, "Well, there are countless people waiting to fight him, and it is true that you must pay attention to the first come, first come, you first!" ”

Yue Qingzhen saluted him and expressed his gratitude.

The fifth morning stream was a little annoyed, and his face, which rarely showed expression, began to frown, his clothes moved without wind, and his obsidian-like pupils stared at Yue Qingzhi, and said word by word, "Come again, I'm welcome, and I will take your life!" ”

Yue Qingzhen was shocked, and his eyes were a little more hesitant.

"Are you scared?" Gu Xian was overjoyed, stepped forward and said, "Then I'll go first!" ”

"My next battle with him is agreed to be in three years." She replied faintly, taking a step back. (To be continued......)